About

Overall, Mojavetalon has lived a life of relative happiness in cave. Born to Octilloeye and Valerianwhisper, as a litter of only her. Her fathers kept her safe from the world as a kit, and were doting parents. Giving her everything she might ever want or need. She did feel alone sometimes, but her fathers were there to be her friends. So she was happy with that, at least until she became an apprentice and the world widened up for her in ways she never realized.

She really took to her apprentice training, under the watchful eye of Grasspool! A sweet cat who did his best to train her well. Invited them into little family meet ups from time to time. She especially hung about Lilyskip, Rhubarbfrost, and later Quietrain, who built up a quick friendship. Often practicing their new teachings together, when they weren’t with their mentors at least. It was something that provided her strength in the years to come. Especially after she became a warrior and the war soon followed.

For her ceremony, Mojave spent long and hard trying to figure out what she would find. And ended up finding a marsupial mole on accident, and decided it was a perfect pelt for her to have. With that, and her quick decision, Mojave gained her suffix and became a warrior to cheers and happiness. She lived in relative happiness, enjoying being a warrior and making friends. Helping Quietrain through their parents passing, along side Lily and Rhubarb being a prominent event of her early warriorhood. It was a little after this that they met Hummingtorrent, a grey and white cat who was as strong as she was loud. A boisterous cat who...caught Mojave's eyes right away. Their relationship was a whirlwind of a thing even by cave standards. And soon enough Hummingtorrent had given birth to two lovely little boys. Shimmerkit looked very similar to Mojave, and was proud to see another cat with their pelt thickness. And Ironwoodkit kept to their mother’s side. With some differences that felt off, but she never thought about it.

TW: CHEATING MENTION

At least until Hummingtorrent told her the news. That...well...They had cheated on her with another cat. A loner out in the wastes. Mojave was terrified and saddened by the news, but it was made even worse as she said that "I don't even want these kits." It was that moment that she grew angry. And told Hummingtorrent once they were weaned, Mojave would be their parent. She never had to see them again. She asked to be switched to a Nursery Helper position, afterwards, trying to help them with their mother's sudden disappearance.

TW END

When Cavern died of old age, and Grackleshade became the leader, Mojave mourned and cheered in equal measure at this. Proud to continue life and have Grackle receive the spot she deserved! Especially as she was the officiator of her children’s apprentice ceremony. She hugged them close and never wanted to let go.

Many things swirled after this, but soon things reached a fever pitch as Cliffclan stormed in like a plague. Mojave took their kits and ran. Ran with the other queens to protect the younger generation. Unfortunately in the fighting, one of her fathers Octilloeye, was clawed down. She mourned with her father as they sent his body off. Deciding that from there she mostly wanted to stay inside the caves, be with her family and not really deal with the other clans. She'd had enough of heartbreak for one lifetime.

And then Falcon passed on, leading to the announcement of the Cats of the Stars. Mojave doesn’t say anything, but she is happy she wasn’t there amongst the chaos. But worried about her children who told her stories about what had happened. Who then became warriors not long after, becoming Shimmerflame and Ironwoodbriar. She cried that they made it to their warriorhood, knowing their grandfather would be proud. She hopes that they will live long and happy lives, instead of them being cut short.

Especially in this age of insurrection, betrayal, and exploration.