Ebonykit was born to two mollies alongside a single littermate; Charcoalkit. He was always the quiet type, choosing to lean into his mothers more than go out and explore the world… Although his sister managed to drag him out on multiple occasions.
One of the few other kits in the nursery with him, Dawnkit, was one moon older than the twins and practically the best friend of both. They got along well, but it was very obvious that Dawn and Ebony were the closest of the two. Dawn got some of Ebony’s first creations as when his claws grew harder his mother Softhum had begun showing him how to carve into soft wood, a skill she had held dear for many moons.
Ebonykit followed practically everyone in his life he liked like a shadow, silent steps and lagging just enough behind them so he could hide if need be. He was easy to scare, always running back to his mother, Softhum, whenever he had any sort of problem and promptly disappearing into her fur. Notably, despite not knowing many cats in his youth, death and funerals always seemed to hit him hard. He’d go into spells of grief and crying over cats he barely even knew, upset about how fast cats seemed to start forgetting them.
If you look at him now you might be surprised to learn that Ebonyleaf was ecstatic when he was selected to be a medic apprentice. The young tom was overjoyed, he could barely stay still during his ceremony. During his beginning moons as a medic apprentice, he took his work seriously and with enthusiasm and joy. A happy little assistant. The trio of him, Dawn, and Charcoal always made time to hang out despite their clashing ranks. At this point, while he was still rather shy he was certainly a sweet tom.
However that happiness was not to last as just when the twins turned 10 moons old, his mothers had both been assigned to patrol the borders with other cats and it seemed normal until the rest of the patrol dragged them back to camp bloodied. Despite Ebonyleaf and his mentor's best attempts, both mollies died that day. Where the deaths of cats he barely knew hit him hard, losing both of his mothers in one day made Ebonyleaf downright inconsolable, the normally quiet tom sobbing and screaming as he desperately grasped at his mothers’ fur.
While cats were understanding at first, the Clan seemed to quickly want to move on and put their deaths behind them. This struck an even deeper hurt with Ebonyleaf and instead of anything comforting he was met with scorn and cats turning away from him. Even his mentor whom he looked up and his sister. Did no one wanna remember them? It hurt so badly and it felt like no one understood. Why was he the only one who cared they were gone?
Throughout it all Dawnpaw tried his best to help his friend, letting him lean on him as much as possible. Before Ebonyleaf could spiral completely, Dawnpaw managed to help his friend get back on his feet. Dawn even doing his best to mend the bond between Charcoal and Ebony, but something in Ebony changed that day. He started adopting a speech pattern much like Firecackle used to use when she was alive. He became shorter with cats. His quiet was angrier. He couldn’t look at his mentor the same way again.
For many moons of his adulthood Ebony was still Ebonyleaf due to being a medic apprentice. Despite his temper and social standing his adulthood was fine until one day when he was 24 moons old... Ebony and Dawn went out herb collecting. After time passed without either returning a patrol was sent out looking for them. What the patrol found was horrible. Dawnbelly was long dead and Ebonyleaf was barely clinging to life. A graphic bloody display that hasn’t yet left the minds of the cats who found them. Ebonyleaf survived, but didn't appreciate being saved in the slightest and has since regressed into his behavior shown just after his mothers died, pushing away Charcoalspark more and seemingly wanting nothing to do outside his work. He was gifted the name Ebonyfrost for his personality change growing colder and more sharp such as frost does.
Ebonyfrost's spiral seems to have only been getting worse in recent moons between the climate BlizzardClan has and his own declining mental health he's not exactly in the best place. Between loudly calling out Dovemoon repeatedly, losing his apprentice as Widowleaf ran away because of the avalanche which his sister was caught in, believing an omen was meant to get rid of him... He hasn't been doing well.
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