Born a savvy, practical kit, she leaned heavily towards the herbal arts and a spiritual connection with.. something. She played it off as StarClan for both herself and her clanmates, and successfully earned a role as medicine cat apprentice.

Before her connection grew, she was a happy-go-lucky and extremely caring soul, tending towards the worry wart side. She could help others in many, many ways and she wanted to. She was smart, hungering for knowledge, and as such she learned herbs quickly and effienctly and then some.

Her hunger for knowledge led her to explore whatever was lurking in the periphery of her being, calling her attention. At first she thought it was StarClan; it felt big and powerful, spiritual and vast. But it was dark. It had threw away whatever connected clan cats to StarClan, and she wanted to know why. So she looked deep inside herself, and learned. She learned everything.

She's different than she was previously, now a cold, calculating shell of her former self. Though she keeps up appearances, it's a nonspoken consensus that something has changed, and it changed for the worse.

There's not enough evidence to condemn her, however. She still does the monthly visits to StarClan's place correctly, though whatever dreams she has are anyone's guess. Though she still keeps up her duties, she's much more interested in doing something.. else. Near the camp she's crafted a small tent, inside hosting little unsuspecting knick knacks and carved stones and branches.

Her new hobby is vaguely imposing a recruitment tactic to join her newfound religion on whoever comes into her den to be treated. If the patient is rather out of it, she brings them to her tent, where word is she performs some weird ritual. Nothing bad comes out of it, rather receivers of this "treatment" find themselves improving much quicker and then some. They then say they feel rather off, however.