Dovefire

build > Dovefire has a tall, willowy build. Unlike the majority of her clan, she is rather slim and doesn't have much bulk on her, making it easier for her to get cold. She has a long tail, short, round ears and upturned eyes.
fur description > Dovefire's pelt is grey with markings in lighter and darker shades. Her fur is smooth and soft, with the fluffy fur on her tail feeling quite silky.
scars > N/A
height > 30cm
weight > 7.4 lbs

voice > Lady Gaga (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VFwmKL5OL-Q)
scent > marigold and a hint of thistle

ESFP-A | Chaotic Neutral

positive >
    >> Adaptable > Dovefire can adapt to any situation that arises, no problem! That's her whole shtick; predictability is boring, so of course she'd have to be able to adapt to changes

    >> Friendly > Dovefire will talk to anyone and everyone; in her clan, in another clan, out of clans, whatever! As long as they're willing to have a decent conversation with her, who care where they're from?

    >> Charismatic > Dovefire can easily make friends with anyone, and maybe occasionally sway their opinions. She's a good speaker and knows how to get cats' attention.

neutral >
    >> Flirtatious > Dovefire can and will flirt with anyone who happens to catch her eye. Her silky voice and sultry words have flustered many a cat.

    >> Outspoken > Dovefire doesn't hide her opinions; she'll give any cat she disagrees with a complete earful of rebuttals. It can be pretty overwhelming sometimes!

    >> Adventurous > Dovefire loves to run out and head on an adventure; fun new thing, here she comes! She'd venture pretty much anywhere just for the fun of an adventure.

negative >
    >> Insubordinate > Dovefire absolutely hates authority; don't even try to tell her what to do. She's definitely a free spirit, and won't be chained down by others 

    >> Flamboyant > This gal is just a little bit of a show-off. Everything she does, she does it with flair!

     >> Insecure > Despite all her show, Dovefire really is quite insecure on the inside; but StarClan forbid anyone find out about it! She'd probably just about die.

Parents
 parents >
    >> Goldenpatch > grey tortoiseshell molly
    >> Nightfrost > black tom

siblings >
     >> Darklily > black molly
     >> Stormshade > black smoke colourpoint tom
     >> Maskriver > grey tortoiseshell molly

mate >
    >> Swantuft > fluffy white tom with blue eyes

kits >
    >> Duskpaw > dark grey tabby molly with amber eyes
    >> Jasminepaw > white and golden feline with amber eyes
    >> Pigeonpaw > grey molly with darker and paler grey markings and yellow eyes

extended >
    >> N/A

kithood [ 0 - 6 moons ] >
    Dovekit was born to a couple of senior warriors who never wanted kits alongside her three siblings, Maskkit, Darkkit and Stormkit. Their mother, Goldenpatch, cared for them but seemed very detached, not really interested in her own kits' lives. Their father Nightsky was similar, it was almost like they didn't even have one, he showed up so seldom. This lead to all four kits acting out to get noticed; while the other three eventually grew out of it from the love given to them by clanmates, Dovekit never quite did. Her behaviour only escalated to a point there was talk about delaying her apprenticeship; that was what finally got her to smarten up, at least for that short time period.

apprenticeship [ 6 - 12 moons ] >
    Once apprenticed, Dovepaw went back to being, quite frankly, a little brat. She refused to listen to her mentor, Stoneshade (who was pretty strict, too!), snapping and sassing him at any opportunity, and punishment did not curb her behaviour. Meanwhile, her siblings were flourishing; Stormpaw was big and strong, and great for carrying heavy things, and wasn't bad in a fight either. Darkpaw, more similar in build to her sister Dovepaw, was fast and agile, and while Stormpaw was strong, he couldn't beat Darkpaw in a fight since she would just avoid every hit. Maskpaw, on the other hand, was a tracker and a hunter. She could track down, find and hunt prey the best out of the four. And Dovepaw? She was falling further behind every minute. It wasn't until an emergency happened that the reality of her situation finally hit her; Darkpaw was injured, and bleeding out fast. Dovepaw, in a panic, ran back to camp. This is where she found her strength. She ran quickly without tiring, and made it to camp fast enough to save her sister's life. Against his better judgement, Stoneshade praised her and allowed her to go to her first gathering. She was ten moons old, over halfway through her training. During this talk, he explained to her that she wouldn't become a warrior on time unless she worked extra hard to make up for all the time she missed, and Dovepaw, begrudgingly, listened a little bit better, worked hard, and managed to make her warriorship on time.

warriorhood [ 12 - present moons ] >
    On her warrior ceremony, Dovepaw was christened Dovefire, and her siblings Maskriver, Stormshadow and Darkwillow. The four new warriors held vigil that night, however reluctantly. Dovefire was enjoying life, being somewhat rowdy and flirty but still keeping herself grounded.

It was during this period in her life that she met Swantuft. She could remember it as if it were yesterday; they were both young warriors, having to go on a hunting patrol in the snow and complaining as they froze their paws off. Altogether a pretty normal patrol, but it was from there that a friendship sparked between the two cats. Everything seemed to be going great, until it wasn't. 

Dovefire didn't really mean to get into that trouble with the twoleg. It was just, she knew it was in a twoleg cage, but food was food, right? Besides, maybe it had died of illness. Better to check it out, right? And then she got trapped. She didn't remember much of the next few days; she was too scared, she thought. She must have blocked it out of her memory. All she really remembered was being held in a wall of cages with other clan cats, and then the cutter came. He, he did something to her, because one second she was hissing and spitting at him like any sane clan cat would, and the next she was back in her cage, feeling honestly terrible, but even worse, her scent was different. 

She realized that she smelled like a kittypet. So did some of the others, for that matter. The realization left her dizzy and desperate to get out. The moons went by with no, well, moon in the sky to tell her how long it had been. She began to lose hope that she would ever get back to her clan when she was released.

Upon being released back into the wild, Dovefire was incredibly confused. Where was HailClan? She couldn't find any of her clanmates near the camp. Distressed, she stayed around the territory for a few days, wondering what had happened to her clan. Her heart ached for Swantuft. Did the twolegs get him too? Or did her clan leave her behind?

By some stroke of luck, she was found while she was wandering the HailClan border. Upon being brought to EmberClan camp, Swantuft filled her in on what had happened. All four clans were hiding from the very same twolegs that had taken Dovefire. 

After her return to the clans, life gradually started to get back to normal. At first, Dovefire had frequent nightmares about the small den she had been kept in, about the strange cutter, about what had been done to her. Eventually, they started to fade with the support of Swantuft, until it was no more than a distant memory. But she never got over her fear of small spaces.

As the moons went by, Dovefire's closeness with the white tom only grew until she realized she genuinely had feelings for him. Oops. She suspiciously stopped flirting with the him, now that she had actual, serious feelings. Eventually she couldn't take it anymore and told him how she really felt, fully expecting to lose her friend. For all her flirting, she never expected anyone to like her back, and so was shocked when Swantuft revealed that he reciprocated her feelings. The two then became mates.

Soon, Swantuft became Kitestar's deputy, and Dovefire couldn't be prouder of her mate. However, not all was perfect with the couple. They wanted to start a family, but it seemed like no matter what they did, Dovefire couldn't conceive, and that was when they realized that whatever the twolegs did to her must have made her infertile. Dovefire was heartbroken by this news, since she'd always wanted to mother her own kits. So, the two began searching for a rogue surrogate to carry the kits.