• Born to a single mother who was a proud witch during an eclipse, gaining her the nickname Moonborn.
• Early life was a peaceful existance with just the two of them until an earthquake destroyed their home and they had to leave.
• They came to live in a burrow not far from a village and while her mother was out hunting, two kits came across their home and one ate a belladonna plant. Noctis tried and tried to revive her with her powers, but the kit was gone. The villagers blamed Noctis for the child's death and chased them away.
• Finally coming to a new home, the pair were once again the target of witch hunting. Aisling was killed in exchance for Noctis's life. But when Noctis returned to try and bury her mother's body, the mob threw her off a cliff.

Noctis was born as the single surviving kitten of her litter to her mother, lone witch Aisling. Aisling had come from a distant colony that had tolerated her practicing the small science for a time, until their opinion on magic plummeted and Aisling was chased out. Not that Aisling had much attachment to them, though she did like one practice. Aisling had been her private name in the colony, with her public name being Sunborn, for having been born during the long days of summer under a blazing sun. So when her child was born during a solar eclipse, it seemed like the moon was sending a message as it covered the sun over her newborn child. She was Moonborn.

The loss of most of her litter was devistating for Aisling Sunborn, but that was all the more reason for her to dote on Noctis. The father was not in the picture, just some wandering fancy she'd had for a single night, and with as much as Aisling loved her child, Noctis never felt the ache for a second parent.

They'd settled down in an old hermit's cabin, worn and reclaimed by the earth. It was isolated, but it was home. Noctis was a quiet child, but very clever and curious. She learned quickly and Aisling began her education early, especially once Noctis showing signs of having the potential for manipulating matter at the young age of two months old. Aisling knew there was nothing genetic about the potential, but she couldn't help but feel proud that Noctis was a heartrender just like her.

Aisling taught Noctis a great many things - herbalism, star-reading, history, and most importantly: the ways of witches like them. Raising Noctis alone in that hovel with no exposure to the outside world, Aisling wanted her child to be proud. So for those first few months before the harsh world came knocking, Noctis lived in an ideal world where her powers were a gift from the great Seers and there was nothing to be ashamed of.

But their peace couldn't last forever. Shortly after Noctis turned five months old, and earthquake accompanied that night's red sky and falling sensation, ripping their paradise in half. Aisling spared a moment to mourn their little home before she had to step up. She allowed Noctis to pick one flower from the garden and they had to leave. Noctis picked not a flower, but a belladona stem.

Aisling promised Noctis that they would find a new home soon. She promised and yet... it seemed like everywhere they went was unsuitable. It was shocking to both of them because Aisling had allowed herself to almost forget about the state of the world and for Noctis it was he first exposure to what the world was really like. She was a strong and obediant child, or so she wanted to be. But the walking was taking its toll. Her pads cracked and she was always tired, but she dared not complain. She had to keep being her mother's proud, resiliant witch. It wasn't that Aisling was abusive - the opposite in fact. Noctis loved her so much that she dared not disappoint her.

Eventually they did find another home. An abandoned fox den near a field with good soil. But it didn't come without its downsides. There was a village nearby, and although they'd had no interactions thus far, Aisling was naturally untrusting of strangers, especially around her child.

Naturally Noctis's mother forbade her from going near the village, and Noctis obeyed. But one day while Aisling was out hunting, the village came to them in the form of two kids about Noctis's age. When Noctis spotted them, she immediantly ducked inside the fox den and hid. She'd never interacted with anyone other than her mom before, and was naturally a little scared. But the kits had seen her and soon they crowded the entrance to the fox den, begging for Noctis to come out and play.

Noctis hissed at them to go away, but they only persisted. And they even started coming in, despite Noctis's protests. The kits were mesmerised by the unusual books and trinkets they had in the den, but one was drawn to Noctis's belladona stem. Before Noctis could stop them, they'd eaten the berry. Noctis dragged the poisoned kit outside the den to get some fresh air in their lungs and tried to use her heartrender powers to slow the poison's effect on the body, but slow was all it did. And the extra time allowed for the other kit to run and get their parents.

When the kit returned with half the village in tow, they took in the sight of Noctis standing over the dead kit's body, franticly trying to revive them with her powers, but even though her mother said heartrenders could do anything, Noctis learned the hard way that they could not bring back the dead.

The village-cats immediantly pinned the blame on Noctis and rushed at the witch-kit, pinning her to the ground as Noctis cried and apologized. Then in the blink of an eye, the cat holding Noctis down convulsed and dropped dead. Aisling had arrived to rescue her kit. The villagers cried witches with such hatred in their voices, Noctis was stunned. Aisling managed to scare the villagers away and consoled her child. She had a lot to tell Noctis.

Before this experience, Noctis never knew how hated witches were. She thought it was something to be proud of. That day her happy fantasy that she hadn't even known was a fantasy fell apart. And all that was left... was the cold, hard truth. The villagers would soon be back with greater numbers, so the pair had to flee. This time, there wasn't enough time for Noctis to keep anything from their home. All their books, treasures, and herbs were left behind as they fled into the scarlet night.

From then on, the mother and child duo traveled. Home was a forgotten concept - or rather, home was wherever they were sleeping that night. They met some other wanderers on the road, but Noctis never let her first interaction with strangers escape her mind. Strangers were not to be trusted. She let her mother do the talking. Noctis had no interest. When Noctis turned a year old, Aisling finally decided it was time. Time to teach her child how to kill.

Noctis learned how to burst a heart with the clench of her paw as they practiced on small rodents. They learned to suck the breath out of their lungs and how to silence all connection to the brain. Noctis never enjoyed using her powers to kill, but she acknowledged that that was the world they lived in.

In the following months, the pair actually found another cabin in the woods. And they were in luck - the garden still had good soil. Aisling and Noctis were excited, they could finally settle down again and try to recreate the happiness they had at their first home. But unfortunately for them, a large colony moved into the nearby woods shortly after. They were clearly afraid of the two witch cats living nearby and left them alone. Things were tenuous, but finally, peaceful.

But once again, the universe would not allow them to be happy. They noticed their connection to their powers growing weaker and weaker until one morning, they woke up and they couldn't use it. This spelled danger for them, obviously, but as a scholar, Aisling was thinking more about discoverying what had happened. After scowering many books, Aisling finally infered that their dying world could no longer sustain any forms of traditional magic. It was all gone. And so was almost everything that Noctis felt made her special. At least... she still had her mom.

The duo were asleep when they heard voices coming from outside their home and awoke to loud banging on the walls. The cats from the forest colony were here. "Kill the witches!" they yowled, their voices rising in a deadly chorus. Both Aisling and Noctis were quickly seized, as they were now powerless. They didn't know how the colony cats knew magic had disappeared, but it seemed they were finally ready for a confrontation - knowing now that they could not harm them anymore.

Aisling managed to bargain with their captors - Aisling would die and in exchange they would let Noctis run free. Despite Noctis's protests, the deal was accepted. Several cats had to hold Noctis down as they took a rock and bashed in Aisling's skull. They then chased Noctis away without even letting her say goodbye. Noctis knew the terms of the deal. She knew that if she ran, they would leave her alone. She could travel somewhere else and continue to live her life. But what was her life? Just who was she without her mother?

No, she had to go back. She had to bury Aisling at the very least. Revenge crossed her mind for only a moment before she remembered her mother's words - magic was only to be borrowed, not taken. She could not stoop to using the earth's magic against its will. So she returned, mearly wanting to bury her mother's body.

Noctis had no idea, but right before her mother was killed she broke her own rule in desperation. She would give her life before the rock hit, all so that she could summon a spirit of protection onto her child. And so, Aisling was dead even before she was bludgeoned, and the spirit was awakened to share a body and consciousness with Noctis. However, the spirit was too new to prevent what happened next.

Noctis was spotted by lingering colony cats, and soon the entire mob was upon her again. They dragged her off her mother's corpse and brought her to the edge of a tall cliff. So tall, she couldn't even see the bottom. They held her at the edge of the cliff, spouting nonsense like "if she's really a witch then if we push her she'll sprout wings and fly away, like those damned Seers!'. And so, they did. Noctis remembers plummeting then... nothing. Death attached its icy claws into her and then... retracted. She awoke looking up at a brown tom with a green mask and feeling like every bone in her body had shattered.

The masked cat told Noctis to follow. And having nothing left in her, she did.

Cause of Death: a fall.

They thought she would fly. Or maybe they knew she couldn't - they were cruel that way.

Noctis was pushed over a tall cliff and fell into a deep gorge. She didn't survive the fall, breaking most of the bones in her body.