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maybe i'm not.

primaryname // sunseed
meaning // sun: for her ginger fur
seed: for the pattern of her tortoiseshell pelt

clan // earthclan
previous clan/s // moorclan
rank // warrior

age // 23 moons

secondarygender // she-cat
pronouns // she her
sex // dfab

height // 20cm
weight // 3.6kg

pelt // tortoiseshell
eyes // green

fur length // short
texture // choppy

relationshipsorientation // ???
prefence // ???

turn ons // ???

turn offs // ???

personalityfrom birth, sunseed has been passionate and forceful when she wants to accomplish something. she'll pursue a goal until it kills her. however, she tends toward working for her own aims, making her notably uncooperative. she doesn't "play well with others." independent, sunseed prefers to take on challenges on her lonesome, believing she is best suited for most tasks than others. however, she also dislikes commitment, even describable as flighty. avoiding taking on responsibility at all costs, sunseed is an individualist. some may see her as arrogant, but she is simply confident in her own abilities. she carries her head high and her green eyes flash with every blink. her ambition drives her decisions: she will make the choice that will benefit her the most when she can. when things don't go her way, sunseed often reacts violently. she's used to getting her way and doesn't take kindly to being told 'no.' however, the magnitude of her reaction is anyone's guess. sunseed is volatile and unpredictable.

kinmother // nightlily . unknown .
father // sharptongue . unknown .

siblings // smokewisp . sister . dead .

other // charkit . nephew . alive
sizzlekit . niece . alivehistoryclan life was what sunkit knew. she and her sister, smokekit, were born to two well-respected warriors of moorclan in the dead days of summer. the pair sprung up like little weeds as the air around them chilled. the sisters were close, tending towards each other's company more than anyone else's. nearly every waking moment they spent by the other's side. though, while smokekit was mild-mannered and romantic, sunkit bore a resemblance to her namesake. the she-kit was ferocious and inescapable, more interested in tackling and fighting than counting clovers with her littermate.

sunkit was unbearably excited to become a warrior. she admired her father, sharptongue. she saw the ways others looked at him: with reverence, even fear. moorclan wasn't a place where you got ahead by being nice. she wanted to be like him. big and strong, unstoppable.

and she worried for smokekit. she was too flimsy, a little wisp of dust too easy to blow away. she took it upon herself at a young age to protect her gentler sister.

the day came, much to sunkit's delight, when they were to become apprentices. she was nothing if not thrilled. the she-cat, now sunpaw, threw herself into her training. sharptongue had been assigned as her mentor and she couldn't've been happier. she had been tussling with the other kits in the nursery for moons now; battle training was practically second nature. it felt like nothing would stop her. her allegiance to moorclan only grew.

smokepaw was the opposite.

it began in late apprenticeship, her wandering. her sentimental nature weighed her down. dragging at her ankles were her own daydreams. she would disappear for hours without a word to anyone. it was infuriating and perplexing to sunpaw. didn't she want to train? didn't she want to get stronger? didn't she want to graduate? apparently not. it only grew worse.

it was no matter to her. she passed her assessment with flying colors and was granted her full warrior name: sunseed.

smokewisp didn't seem to care that they were now full-fledged members of their clan. the old familiarity the sisters had shared was fading. it shook and crumbled with every wistful glance smokewisp threw over her shoulder.

nonetheless, the moons passed.

things got worse between them. they began to fight. well, sunseed began to fight. she was fed up with her sister's ungratefulness, confused and scared. would she leave? she couldn't. so the tortoiseshell bit at her with sharp words and raised voices, jabbing and provoking her genteel sister until it was all too much.

she left. she vanished.

sunseed was furious. she couldn't believe what smokewisp had done. she'd abandoned everything she'd ever done for what? an adventure?

but she couldn't waste her time fussing over her starry-eyed sister.

until starfall, until the day the heavens crashed down on them with the fury of a thousand clans.

sunseed ran. what else could she do?

...
tw // gore
the dust had settled and a scent caught her nose.

it was smokewisp. and something else.

the old fury, exacerbated by everything else-- desperation, anguish, loss, a misplaced thirst for vengeance, surfaced.

at the sight of that familiar pelt, sunseed lost her star-damned mind.

she threw herself at her sister, ignoring any screaming pleas that flew from her mouth. she wouldn't be bothered with pity, not when her sister had hurt her so badly.

sunseed tore into that soft fur like she hadn't fought in years. she ripped apart her soft butterfly of a sister without abandon. and when smokewisp lay dead, she did not cry. she would not weep. she would not waste more tears on the molly that had plagued her life for the entirety of it.

and too late she smelled the milk.

too late she lifted her head and saw the kits. too late it was to go back with blood dripping like rain from her face.

maybe it was guilt, unaddressed regret, that stopped her from leaving them for dead. more likely it was the knowledge that wherever they ended up, a group would be more likely to take in a molly with two kits than one disagreeable cat on her own. strength was what mattered and more bodies meant more strength. after the devastation that had rained down upon them so recently, numbers would be needed.

or so she hoped.

and she, without consideration for their lifeless mother, swept up her niece and nephew and kept on.

oh, that wasn't to say she cared. she didn't. they were tools to her, two little tools to weaponize. kits garnered more sympathy and she knew it. she fed them... enough. they were alive and in one piece and that's what mattered.

past that, she had little regard for her sister's children. they were just the fallout of her disastrous mistake. first, running off-- then fornicating with some rogue? it was ridiculous. smokewisp was a fool, she'd decided. and her kits were just as likely to be the same.

more often than not, she shot them sharp words and harsh stares. they weren't hers. they wouldn't matter after they'd reached a clan.

...

earthclan was the closest thing to home.

they arrived there, sunseed, charkit, sizzlekit, she and her sister's son and daughter. she sought out deadheart, told her of her constructed plight, how a snake had shot its poison into their mother and she was their only chance-- and deadheart hers.

Description

maybe i'm not.

primaryname // sunseed
meaning // sun: for her ginger fur
seed: for the pattern of her tortoiseshell pelt

clan // earthclan
previous clan/s // moorclan
rank // warrior

age // 23 moons

secondarygender // she-cat
pronouns // she her
sex // dfab

height // 20cm
weight // 3.6kg

pelt // tortoiseshell
eyes // green

fur length // short
texture // choppy

relationshipsorientation // ???
prefence // ???

turn ons // ???

turn offs // ???

personalityfrom birth, sunseed has been passionate and forceful when she wants to accomplish something. she'll pursue a goal until it kills her. however, she tends toward working for her own aims, making her notably uncooperative. she doesn't "play well with others." independent, sunseed prefers to take on challenges on her lonesome, believing she is best suited for most tasks than others. however, she also dislikes commitment, even describable as flighty. avoiding taking on responsibility at all costs, sunseed is an individualist. some may see her as arrogant, but she is simply confident in her own abilities. she carries her head high and her green eyes flash with every blink. her ambition drives her decisions: she will make the choice that will benefit her the most when she can. when things don't go her way, sunseed often reacts violently. she's used to getting her way and doesn't take kindly to being told 'no.' however, the magnitude of her reaction is anyone's guess. sunseed is volatile and unpredictable.

kinmother // nightlily . unknown .
father // sharptongue . unknown .

siblings // smokewisp . sister . dead .

other // charkit . nephew . alive
sizzlekit . niece . alivehistoryclan life was what sunkit knew. she and her sister, smokekit, were born to two well-respected warriors of moorclan in the dead days of summer. the pair sprung up like little weeds as the air around them chilled. the sisters were close, tending towards each other's company more than anyone else's. nearly every waking moment they spent by the other's side. though, while smokekit was mild-mannered and romantic, sunkit bore a resemblance to her namesake. the she-kit was ferocious and inescapable, more interested in tackling and fighting than counting clovers with her littermate.

sunkit was unbearably excited to become a warrior. she admired her father, sharptongue. she saw the ways others looked at him: with reverence, even fear. moorclan wasn't a place where you got ahead by being nice. she wanted to be like him. big and strong, unstoppable.

and she worried for smokekit. she was too flimsy, a little wisp of dust too easy to blow away. she took it upon herself at a young age to protect her gentler sister.

the day came, much to sunkit's delight, when they were to become apprentices. she was nothing if not thrilled. the she-cat, now sunpaw, threw herself into her training. sharptongue had been assigned as her mentor and she couldn't've been happier. she had been tussling with the other kits in the nursery for moons now; battle training was practically second nature. it felt like nothing would stop her. her allegiance to moorclan only grew.

smokepaw was the opposite.

it began in late apprenticeship, her wandering. her sentimental nature weighed her down. dragging at her ankles were her own daydreams. she would disappear for hours without a word to anyone. it was infuriating and perplexing to sunpaw. didn't she want to train? didn't she want to get stronger? didn't she want to graduate? apparently not. it only grew worse.

it was no matter to her. she passed her assessment with flying colors and was granted her full warrior name: sunseed.

smokewisp didn't seem to care that they were now full-fledged members of their clan. the old familiarity the sisters had shared was fading. it shook and crumbled with every wistful glance smokewisp threw over her shoulder.

nonetheless, the moons passed.

things got worse between them. they began to fight. well, sunseed began to fight. she was fed up with her sister's ungratefulness, confused and scared. would she leave? she couldn't. so the tortoiseshell bit at her with sharp words and raised voices, jabbing and provoking her genteel sister until it was all too much.

she left. she vanished.

sunseed was furious. she couldn't believe what smokewisp had done. she'd abandoned everything she'd ever done for what? an adventure?

but she couldn't waste her time fussing over her starry-eyed sister.

until starfall, until the day the heavens crashed down on them with the fury of a thousand clans.

sunseed ran. what else could she do?

...
tw // gore
the dust had settled and a scent caught her nose.

it was smokewisp. and something else.

the old fury, exacerbated by everything else-- desperation, anguish, loss, a misplaced thirst for vengeance, surfaced.

at the sight of that familiar pelt, sunseed lost her star-damned mind.

she threw herself at her sister, ignoring any screaming pleas that flew from her mouth. she wouldn't be bothered with pity, not when her sister had hurt her so badly.

sunseed tore into that soft fur like she hadn't fought in years. she ripped apart her soft butterfly of a sister without abandon. and when smokewisp lay dead, she did not cry. she would not weep. she would not waste more tears on the molly that had plagued her life for the entirety of it.

and too late she smelled the milk.

too late she lifted her head and saw the kits. too late it was to go back with blood dripping like rain from her face.

maybe it was guilt, unaddressed regret, that stopped her from leaving them for dead. more likely it was the knowledge that wherever they ended up, a group would be more likely to take in a molly with two kits than one disagreeable cat on her own. strength was what mattered and more bodies meant more strength. after the devastation that had rained down upon them so recently, numbers would be needed.

or so she hoped.

and she, without consideration for their lifeless mother, swept up her niece and nephew and kept on.

oh, that wasn't to say she cared. she didn't. they were tools to her, two little tools to weaponize. kits garnered more sympathy and she knew it. she fed them... enough. they were alive and in one piece and that's what mattered.

past that, she had little regard for her sister's children. they were just the fallout of her disastrous mistake. first, running off-- then fornicating with some rogue? it was ridiculous. smokewisp was a fool, she'd decided. and her kits were just as likely to be the same.

more often than not, she shot them sharp words and harsh stares. they weren't hers. they wouldn't matter after they'd reached a clan.

...

earthclan was the closest thing to home.

they arrived there, sunseed, charkit, sizzlekit, she and her sister's son and daughter. she sought out deadheart, told her of her constructed plight, how a snake had shot its poison into their mother and she was their only chance-- and deadheart hers.