Chestnut

description > Chubby cinnamon tom with green eyes
build > Chunky with long limbs
fur description > Fine and coarse
scars > xxx
height > 28cm
weight > 10lbs

voice > xxx
scent > marigolds and milkweed

Personality Traits
positive >
    >> Dedicated > Doesn't give up and works hard to make sure that not only himself but also the people around him succeed. Loyal to the ones he loves and seeks to do whatever it takes to make them happy.
    >> Compassionate > Empathetic and caring he often looks at things from other peoples perspective and does what he can to make things better for them. Wears his heart on his sleeve and is always willing to help someone else out.
    >> Thoughtful > Considerate of the needs of others and goes out of his way to make things better for someone else. Takes time to think through his actions and the effect they will create, not very much time as he's still young and a bit impulsive, but the intent is there.

neutral >
    >> Talkative > Always willing to share his thoughts and all his wonderful insights about the world and cats around him. Often finds himself talking in circles or going off on a tangent so long he can't recall the story he started with.
    >> Laidback > Very relaxed and carefree, doesn't have much to worry about and often just lets things happen naturally. He can maintain a casual and friendly attitude in just about any situation.
    >> Modest > Generally downplays his achievements or pass them off as someone else's. Doesn't do work to be recognized, but rather because he wants to or because it will help someone else.

negative >
    >> Indecisive > Can never seem to make up his mind and hates choosing things for himself. He worries about making the right choices but sometimes feels that no choice would be better than choosing one side over the other.
    >> Unrealistic > Has unrealistic expectations for the world and future events. Expects the best outcome out of most scenarios, when this isn't the case he instead takes the opposite route and imagines the worst or scariest thing he can think of.
    >> Naive > Too trusting for his own good, fails to recognize when someone has less than pure intentions. Doesn't have the best judgment, but does his best anyway.

Parents
parents >
    >> Owlheart > Tall brown pointed molly > Alive
    >> Rainy > grey tabby tom > Npc

siblings >
    >> Falconscreech > Grey and white tabby trans-tom > Alive
    >> Ravenfrost > Solid black tom > Deceased
    >> Magpieflight > Black pointed tom > Alive
    >> Finchbreeze > Brown pointed tabby she-cat > Alive

    >> Flickercloud > Brown mackerel tabby tom > Alive
    >> Quailmeadow > Brown pointed tabby tom > Deceased
    >> Shrikefoot > Grey pointed tabby tom  > Alive

kits >
    >> Tiramisu > Brown and white she-cat > Alive
    >> Thrasherwing > Brown pointed tabby she-cat > Alive

extended >
Deerhop > Parent of Raven's kits >  Brown and white speckled cat > Alive
Rootcry > Neice, Raven's daughter > Brown she-cat > Alive
Poppysnap > Neice, Raven's daughter > Calico she-cat > Alive
Thistleflame > Nephew, Raven's son > Grey and white speckled tom > Alive
Lilypetal > Neice, Raven's daughter > Grey torbie she-cat > Alive

Batspark > Co-parent of Finch's kits > Black and white cat > Alive
Littlestrike > Nephew, Finch's son > Black and white tom > Alive
Martenfang > Neice, Finch's daughter > Brown and black she-cat > Alive

kithood [ 0 - 6 moons ] >
    Wrenkit was born to Owlheart, a Cloudclan warrior who chose to have her kits with a rogue donor. Wrenkit was the second oldest kit of the litter but always liked to view himself as an older brother figure for his littermates. Falconkit, one of his sisters was the oldest, then him, his brother Ravenkit, his brother Magpiekit, and finally his other sister Finchkit.
Wrenkit stayed out of trouble for the most part of his kithood, which is more than he can say for his more rambunctious siblings. It was strange feeling both glad and left out when watching his mother scold them. He settled on not voicing either of these emotions and instead would lend a sympathetic ear to a ranting littermate.

  It was during his kithood that something happened in cloudclan's territory. Though he was nearing his apprenticeship, he didn't really understand it. Apparently, their camp was too dangerous to live in now, so he, his family, and the entire clan fled their home and are now camped with Hailclan in the gorge. Hopefully, things would be sorted soon, it was weird seeing all the grown-ups so unsettled.


apprenticeship [ 6 - 12 moons ] >
  Wrenpaw was assigned cloudclan warrior Twistedleg as his mentor. Twistedleg was an interesting cat to look at, orange fur dimming with age, heavily scarred with a limp, this was a cat who'd seen it all. How awesome was it that this would be his mentor? Wrenpaw only hoped his littermates weren't too jealous, he'd have to play it cool for the time being.
The clan was still settling in Hailclan's camp, so the trip lasted a bit longer than Wrenpaw had thought but he wasn't worried. Cloudclan wasn't Cloudclan just because of the open fields and sky, though he missed both of those things dearly. Cloudclan was Cloudclan because of Goldenstar and his mom, and all the other fast and fierce warriors, and those things weren't going to change anytime soon.

Again Cloudclan was forced to flee from the two-leg invasion, this time driving them as well as Hailclan into Emberclan. The caves were damp and the place stank of fish, but Wrenpaw tried not to be disheartened by this. He was safe, his siblings and mom, most of them made it out just fine. And meeting all the different cats was cool. He really shouldn't complain, so he didn't, at least not out loud.

Marshcaln soon joined the other three as their territory was also overrun, now all four clans huddled together and scavenged for what little food they could get from Emberclan's limited territory. Wrenpaw actually enjoyed the fact that Marshclan had joined them, the clan had lots of apprentices his own age he could play with, and sleeping huddled all together like that made the caves feel warmer.

Cats who had been taken by the two-legs started coming back, and there was lots of talk among the cats about when they would go back. Soon, Wrenpaw and his clan followed Marshclan back to their territory as it was deemed safe against the two-leg threat. Now he had seen all four clan's camps, slept in their dens and eaten their prey! How many cats could say that? Marshclan wasn't so different from Emberclan, both cats seemed to like the water and hunted for fish all the time. Marshclan had a lot more trees and swampy grounds, Wrenpaw hated when he would go to step on a patch of grass onto to sink into a swampy puddle. It was so horrible! It made him miss the sandy caves Emberclan had, it may have been damp but at least it didn't confuse him.

A moon of living with Marshclan, he and the rest of his clan ventured home, Wrenpaw and his siblings would get to finish their apprenticeship in the place they were born in. Getting to live in all four clans for a bit was pretty cool, but nothing could beat Cloudclan's camp. The fields were amazing! The rabbit tasted perfect! The flowers and sun and everything just smelled like home. Wrenpaw indulged himself in it all. After so many moons of eating slimy fish and frogs, learning to chase down rabbits and about Cloudclan's vast territory was a real treat. Besides, prey was very plentiful after the cat's long absence, no one would mind if he took a bit more than his share.


warriorhood [ 12 - 14 moons ] >
    Wrenbelly was given his new name, he was a bit embarrassed that his new eating habits had helped inspire it, but he would still wear it with pride! His brothers and sister each got pretty cool names too. Falconscreech, Ravenfrost, Magpieflight, and Finchbreeze. Wrenbelly was very proud of himself and his siblings, glad that even if the five of them didn't get along all the time, they still all become warriors together.
Wrenbelly found he enjoyed the simple pleasures in life, having a full belly and not being challenged. In a perfect world, he and his family would be kept safe and comfortable, never having to fight or mourn one another.
He started exploring the two-leg place more and more and came to find out that the kittypets never worried about not getting enough to eat, and when they were sick or injured their housefolk would take care of them. It seemed that maybe two-legs weren't all bad, and the warriors who had been taken had been returned healthier and stronger than before. Maybe there was something to this kittypet life after all.
Wrenbelly was soon taken in be a kind two-leg couple. He didn't even say goodbye before having a collar put on him and his name changed.


kittypet[ 14 - ? moons ] >
    Chestnut found himself living a comfortable life now, without patrols or other responsibilities he could spend more time just enjoying life. There was so much to see and enjoy, it was sad that other cats would be too busy with their clan duties to enjoy a proper sunset or watch carefree as birds or butterflies flew by. Chestnut was groomed and fed by his housefolk whom he quickly came to adore. He still missed his family though, the fields of Cloudclan would still call to him but now he wasn't so sure he'd be welcome.
Chestnut missed his mother and siblings the most, he hoped he would get to see them all again soon.

One day, Chestnut went to the border of the two-leg place and was met with a nasty surprise. Rogues had driven his former clan out of their home. The evil cats with blood dripping from their claws threatened him maliciously and called him a coward. They were right, he couldn't do anything but go back home to his housefolk.
Chestnut realized that day that he may never see his family ever again, they might have met their end at the claws of those... those cruel rogues.

Chestnut continued to keep an eye on the commotion from far away. He may not be a clan cat anymore, but he still prayed to Starclan that his family would one day find their way home again.
As time passed, he continued to make the two-leg place his home. He got to know some of his neighbours and really build his life here.

One day, rogues came scampering into the two-leg place, their tails between their legs and eyes with fear. They had lost, the clans had taken back to the place of his birth and driven out the large group of rogues. Chestnut celebrated this news alone.

Now he could visit the clan again at any moment... But what if... What if no one recognized him or they tried to drive him out too? What if his mother and littermates weren't there? Maybe it was better not to know, at least then he could make himself believe that they were all happy without him.

Chestnut started a family of his own, with a rogue surrogate his housefolk named Echo, he had two precious daughters. Peanut and Tiramisu were strong and energetic, Peanut especially was a handful. Chestnut loved them both with all his heart. But he still wondered what his mother would have thought of them. She would have loved to meet them... And didn't his kits deserve to see the place he'd been born?
Chestnut resolved to finally try visiting his former home again when his kits were a bit older, and after promising his two little girls, he couldn't chicken out and go back on his word this time.

Finally Chestnut held up his promise. He took Tiramisu and Peanut and ventured back into Cloudclan.
So much had changed since he had left. He was met with mixed reactions from his former clanmates.
An apprentice had called out that he was an intruder and prepared to help defend their clan against him. This same apprentice turned out to be his own younger sibling. Owlheart had had a second litter after he left. Flickerpaw, Quailpaw, and Shrikepaw.
Waverose the medicine cat stuck up for him, though she still judged him harshly she recognized him from before and knew he was no threat. She scolded him tremendously for bringing Tiramisu and Peanut all this way where they could easily become sick, or hurt, or even killed.
But Chestnut didn't regret his choice. Even if he wasn't welcomed by all of his clanmates, Tiramisu and Peanut were thrilled to learn more about their family and meet some of them.
Ravenfrost had had kits just a few moons younger then they were. Though he wasn't around anymore. His littermate had abandoned his mate, his kits, and his clan when Deerhop was still pregnant. Owlheart was furious with him. But since he hadn't been there, Chestnut didn't really know what to think.
Finchbreeze had left home too, their one sister left Cloudclan to become a Hailclan warrior instead. Chestnut was glad to hear that she was happy and that none of his family had fallen to the storm rogues. The scars that marked Owlheart haunted him as he wondered if she still would have got them had he not left when he did.
So much had changed between all of them. But Chestnut was finally on good terms with his family again. He let them know they were welcome to come by and visit him whenever they wanted, and that he'd come by the border and watch for them too.
The new deputy who had taken over for Warblerheart, Ashspark, made it very clear how unwelcome his presence was. And because he left and didn't help them with the Storm, Chestnut couldn't blame him.
He... He really wasn't a Cloudclan warrior anymore, was he?
All this time he'd held onto his Cloudclan heritage and former name, keeping them both close to his heart. But he had been disloyal and moved in with two-legs. He no longer worked to serve his clan in any way and was... He wouldn't be welcome in Cloudclan anymore.

Chestnut would return home with the knowledge that maybe you can't actually have two homes. You can't have a paw in both worlds, especially if you're just going to be absent when they need you most.
He'd still do his best to help them, so as the leaf-bare became harsher, the kittypet would go out and leave bits of food by the border.

Some moons later he met his wayward brother Ravenfrost again. The two got along surprisingly well, with Ravenfrost no longer seeming angry about Chestnut's leaving. Ravenfrost had become a rogue, stealing scraps of food wherever he could. Chestnut took his brother back to his house for some warmth and food. There, Ravenfrost met Chestnut's two kits and got some much-needed help before setting off on his way again.

Peanut just about broke her father's heart when she came to Chestnut one day. She explained that she didn't quite feel at home being a kittypet, she longed for something else. Peanut decided to give clan life a try, though Chestnut made it clear that she would always be welcomed back if she ever needed it.

It was hard letting her go, but Peanut left the twoleg palce to become a Cloudclan apprentice.
She took on the name her father once considered for her and became Thrasherpaw.
Chestnut hopes that she is doing well and that maybe he'll be able to see her again. It's been difficult keeping contact with his family back in Cloudclan, but he really hopes that they'll still remember one another.

One day Peanut, now Thrasherwing, came home to visit. It was such a wonderful day, he loved catching up with his daughter. She had been made a warrior and was making lots of good friends. Ravenfrost had returned to the clan and Thrasherwing was just settling in very well.
It felt like his daughter was still holding something back, but he trusted that she had whatever it was handled and would still come to him if she ever needed help.

Tiramisu had developed a strange lump on her leg. It bothered her quite a bit and had Chestnut worried for her. Still, their housefolk were looking into it, even if it meant taking Tira to the cutters more often than before.

Thrasherwing came by to visit again, bringing news of Ravenfrost's death. Chestnut wasn't sure his brother ever got to make all the amends he had wanted, apparently, there weren't too many cats saddened by the loss. But Ravenfrost was still his brother, and Chestnut knew he really had been trying. He hoped Ravenfrost would find peace in Starclan.
Thrasherwing asked about him and Tiramisu, and Chestnut assured her things were going fine.
And they were, Tiramisu was doing well, though she seemed a bit down sometimes. 

On another visit, Thrasherwing brought good news, she'd been made deputy! Chestnut could hardly believe it, but he always knew his daughters were capable of such amazing things. Still, he remembered back with Thrasherwing had been an energetic and determined kitten, and now she was the deputy of Cloudclan.

Tiramisu wandered off one day, and she'd been gone for quite a while. Chestnut was worried about her, and when she did come back she had lost her collar and been injured! Chestnut tried to ask about what happened, but Tira just seemed so upset.

The family had a few new neighbors. Sweetheart, now Penny had apparently moved in some time ago. And Marshell, formerly Mothpaw was a recent edition to the neighborhood. It was strange to see more clancats follow his lead, but he understood very clearly how they felt about all the things they'd experienced back in the clans. It was interesting that they were each from a different clan, they would have been rivals before. And now they were all outsiders together.

Then Tiramisu was taken to the cutters again. Their housefolk were anxious and things felt stressful the next few days as Tira didn't return.
Finally, Tiramisu came back. She had, however, lost her leg. Chestnut tried to stay close to Tiramisu's side as she recovered.

One day Chestnut noticed a strange cat in the two-leg place. A cloudclanner he'd never met before. He was confused why they were there, but lost them before he could ask.
It had been a long while since he got to visit with Thrasherwing, and he kind of wanted to see Cloudclan again after so many moons away. So he decided he'd pay the clan a visit and ask Thrasherwing what she thought of the strange visitor in the twoleg place.

On his way to camp, he met up with Dropletshine and a patrol. Some cats he recognized, others he didn't. He was overjoyed to see Shrikefoot again, and hear news of his mateship and kits. He was so happy to see Thrasherwing, and in her natural element too, leading her own patrol. He got to meet other cats like Lochpaw, Gustpaw, Chestnutwind, and even his nibling Martenfang for the first time.
The had been talking and just started to discuss that strange cat, when Martenfang called out a warning. Dogs- three dogs came from the two-leg place. Chestnut didn't know what to do, he had lived so long as a kittypet but soon everyone was running or fighting. He stepped in between a dog and one of the apprentices, it had been many since his last battle, or had he ever even really battled at all? But he beaten swiftly, the dog made quick work of him and Chestnut was left with fatal wounds. He stayed conscious long enough to see the dog flee, to know that the patrol was safe again.

If he could do just one thing before moving onto Starclan, he just wanted his daughters to know that he was sorry for leaving them and that he was oh so very proud of them both.