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There is going to be a lot of reading below so heads up! This is an old character of mine and the start of me drawing all my OC's official references and then writing out a lore dump for their background info. I already have a few of the lore bombs, as I call them, written for a few characters. Just had to get back into drawing to get the official refs done.

Anyways, massive read below about my girl~!

In the rolling hills of WindClan, a young molly by the name of Robinfeather was welcoming a litter of kits into the world. Though it was without the father at her side, Whiteburr had tragically died in a battle against a group of rogues who had been stealing prey and attacking patrols a moon prior. So with only the aid of the medicine cat, Minktooth, she had a litter of three healthy kittens by herself. The firstborn of the trio was a hearty young tom, which she dubbed Heronkit. The second was a dark molly that she named Hollykit. The last was another molly, dark brown like herself, of whom she affectionately called Viperkit after the kit showed a rather feisty behavior from the get-go, which seemed to follow her as she grew older and more confident in the world around her. With her strong-headed siblings at her side, the young kits did not stop as they began to explore the camp the second they had their paws under them. It was a miracle that they didn’t get squashed under the paws of the older cats as they ran around like wild mice in a cornfield. Their poor mother did all she could to keep her kits under control but nothing really could stop them outside the higher ranks yelling at them to keep in line. While Viperkit wasn’t always in the lead during these outings or when they got into trouble, she was the most curious and loved to explore. The Clan didn’t think there would be an end to their rambunctious energy and their endless troublemaking, that is until the kits were made into apprentices and finally given to their mentors for the first time.

Viperpaw was given to an energetic older molly by the name of Lambspring, who relished in the challenge of the strong headed apprentice. It was a bit touch and go at first, with her new title as apprentice and newfound freedom Viperpaw was even more wild than before. Constantly trying to skip apprentice duties, sneaking off during training, and even dragging her siblings into her trouble with her. Though Lambspring was persistent and held firm with her new charge, matching her stride for stride in everything she did. Which earned respect from Viperpaw, steadily, but still growing. As she reached three moons into being an apprentice, she was showing promise as a warrior and leaving behind her mischievous and troublesome ways to fully focus on her training.

Her Clan and her mother were proud of who she was becoming,a bright warrior with a hopeful future.

Which was dimmed before she even began to shine.

One day during a hunt on her own, Viperpaw was ambushed by two rogues. The poor molly was blindsided by the larger one and they were upon her in seconds with ripping claws and tearing teeth. Her shriek echoed in the air around them as she tried in vain to fight back against her aggressors. She feared she would lose her life in that moment, darkness creeping up around the edges of her gaze. The last thing she saw was a streak of white crashing through the tall grass. Then it went black.

When consciousness came seeping back all she was aware of at first was the absolute pain she was in. Every part of her ached and throbbed, some parts of her even feeling like they were burning. All she wanted to do was fade back into the darkness and let it swallow her up until the pain stopped.

Then she became aware of those surrounding her as she managed to open her eyes. Her mother was right beside her, face stricken in grief and agony as she looked down upon her injured kit. Her brother and sister on either side right next to their mom as tears streamed down their cheeks and stained their fur. She caught sight of Lambspring just over their shoulders with pupils blown wide out of fear and worry. Minktooth was close to her head with a few herbs pushed towards her muzzle and instructions to eat them.

It was a tearful moment as Viperpaw cried within the safety and comfort of her family, she had feared she wouldn’t get to see them again alive. Once the tears subsided, Lambspring explained what had happened.

Two rogues from the group moons ago, the ones that killed her father, had come back to the territory. It was sheer luck they managed to catch Viperpaw alone. Lambspring had heard her shrieks and came tearing back to her side, actually killing one of the rogues and chasing off the other. Viperpaw had been asleep for three days at this point, recovering from the severe wounds given to her. Minktooth had feared she wouldn’t make it early on, but after getting through the first night the hope grew stronger.

The healing process for Viperpaw would be a long one. One of the rogues had torn deeply into her hips and the damage had been deep and awful. Minktooth believed she may be able to walk again, but not run. It was a devastating realization for Viperpaw. Her family stayed close during her time of healing and recovery but watching her brother and sister go about their apprentice duties, seeing Lambspring go outside camp without her, and having her mother look at her with such guilt and sadness was suffocating for her.

She would come to spend several moons within the medicine den. In that time she watched her littermates grow and earn their warrior names, Heronsky and Hollyleap. She would heal from the smaller wounds and would have to do physical therapy to recover from the ones across her hips. It was frustrating and it was difficult but Viperpaw was determined to be able to walk again. To keep her busy and fixated on something other than life moving on without her, Minktooth began to teach her about herbs and their usages. At first Viperpaw wasn’t as sure about the idea, struggling to memorize herbs from their scents and appearances. That is until one day it seemed to click in her mind and she was suddenly handling minor cases for Minktooth.

In the last moons towards her recovery, as she began to finally walk on her own and could make trips beyond the den, she began to think about her future. It was not only her wounds that were holding her back from being a true warrior. She was afraid. The brutality in which the rogues attacked her had left not only physical scars, but mental ones as well. She couldn’t bring herself to fight again. She just wasn’t who she once used to be. Yet, even if she couldn’t be the warrior she originally wanted to be there was another role she could take.

Just before she was cleared and deemed healed, she spoke to Minktooth about becoming her apprentice.

Minktooth, though surprised, accepted her.

Thus her journey as a medicine cat had begun. She had put all her prior determination as a warrior into this new path and new purpose. She would do everything she could for those around her to help them, much like they had done for her. Of course early on she stumbled and had problems, as everyone does. But it didn’t take long for her to find her ground and take to the role.

Almost three seasons after her attack she was finally given her full name and new title as medicine cat. Viperheart. For her passion and dedication to helping and healing and how much she cared for those around her. Despite what had happened to her, not letting the attack define her and control her.

Viperheart was ecstatic, welcomed back to her Clan with open paws and happy faces as they honored her new name. Her family being the loudest. She finally believed she was living the life she was meant to, that everything was going right.

That’s when it had to go wrong in the worst of ways. There was a dark gray older loner tom she had met going by the name of Gale. At first she was afraid and cautious of him, their meeting not the best as he had been chasing some prey and startled her as she gathered herbs. Though the tom quickly apologized and showed just how kind and sweet he was by trying to help her gather the herbs she had dropped, picking up a few weeds by accident in his haste. They ended up meeting by accident a few more times before it was no longer by accident. He had charmed her, by utter accident, and he had fallen for her just the same. Viperheart was so far into her love for him that she forgot just why she shouldn’t be doing this.

Half a season after meeting him, she had realized she was pregnant. In her initial lovestruck mind she had been ecstatic with this, until the realization sunk in of what she had done and what she had condemned for herself. Panicked settled in and she immediately turned to the only cats she could trust, her mother and littermates. At first they were angry about her being with not only a cat, but a loner at that. Until she told them she was expecting his kits. Despite their misgivings about the tom, they would never turn her away for such a thing. Especially with kits. They did their best to figure out a plan on what to do.

But it was for nothing as the leader had gotten word not long after. Shrewstar was a rather strict and harsh leader. When he heard of what had happened, he felt no remorse as he threw Viperheart right out of the Clan without a second thought. No argument was heard from her as he forced her out of the camp himself. Her family was close behind, beyond outraged with their leader and leaving with Viperheart. Minktooth and Lambspring could only watch as the small family left their territory, both feeling regret but having reasons to stay within the Clan. Their only solace was that she had her mother and littermates on her side.

They ended up on the border of RiverClan, where Grousestar surprisingly took in the family with a smile. They were welcomed into the Clan even with the pregnant Viperheart amongst them. Of course there were a few suspicious and wary cats but as the days went by they began to become comfortable with the new family amongst them and even a few made friends with them. Viperheart got close with the medicine cat, Frondcloud. Despite breaking the code of the medicine cats, Grousestar and Frondcloud offered her a position as a second medicine cat amongst their Clan. One that she happily took.

Soon she would welcome three kits into the world. A white and gray molly she named Swankit, a light gray molly she named Featherkit, and a light brown tom she named Duckkit. She had tried to find Gale in the months leading up to their arrival but she couldn’t go into WindClan territory and the few times she managed to catch Lambspring, there had been no sign of the loner tom. Even though he wasn’t there for them, the rest of her family and her new Clan were. The kits were raised with love in ample amounts around them. Viperheart cherished her kits and ensured that they would be safe, not wanting any of them to suffer the same fate she had as a young apprentice. She would secure all of their futures.

The three kits grew into themselves at a rapid rate to Viperheart. One moment she had three small bundles curled up against her and the next they were running about the camp in much a similar manner she had as a kit. Swankit was vibrant and full of life and curiosity, always asking questions and could be found talking with any cat that gave her a few moments of their time. Featherkit was much like her mother, soft and gentle with a sweet and shy demeanor abut her. Her heart was just as big as her mothers and as kind as her father's. Duckkit was a rambunctious and rowdy little tom who wanted adventure and fun at all times. He was the one that tended to drag his littermates into any kind of little exploration around the camp. Once they had chased a small group of frogs right into the apprentices den and caused quite the funny scene for all involved.

Her kits soon came of age and were granted their titles as full apprentices of RiverClan. Swanpaw was given to Grousestar herself. Featherpaw a young tom by the name of Cloudedwater. Finally, Duckpaw was bestowed to an older molly named Turtlemask. Viperheart felt assured that her kits were in good paws, that they would grow into wonderful warriors of RiverClan and would never have to face such hardships as she had during her younger life. She watched them learn and adapt, taking to their new Clan with ease and without any thought of the real Clan they should have been born into.

It seemed StarClan was intent on ensuring that she learned that what she had done wasn’t right and that she would continue to be punished for it. Just four moons after her kits became warriors in training in their own rights, WindClan invaded their borders on the order of Shrewstar. He had a set goal in mind and he wasn’t going to let anything stop him. A terrible battle flooded the Clan’s camp as RiverClan cats fought for their lives, those most loyal to Shrewstar fighting for all their worth while those who were against this idea tried to hold back their attacks as best they could. It almost seemed like it would be a losing battle.

Until Grousestar took Shrewstar’s last life. In seconds the battlefield quieted down and every cat fell still as they all looked upon the dead leader bleeding out beneath the paws of the RiverClan molly. Those that were right behind the fallen tom during the attack fled back to their territory right away. Those that had been against it stayed behind to help repair what damages had been done and to return the dead from both sides to their rightful place.

Viperheart had lost sight of her family in the tangle of cats up until the end. As the clearing calmed down she was reunited with her mother and littermates first. Swanpaw wasn’t far behind as she crashed right into her mother. Duckpaw was brought over by his mentor. Yet there was no immediate sign of Featherpaw. Terror gripped Viperheart as she desperately searched for her missing daughter.

Only to stare on in horror as Cloudedwater dragged her limb and bloodied body from the river just outside of camp. They had been overrun by WindClan cats and separated during the fight. Tom had done everything he could to save her, losing an eye and half an ear due to the brutal fight. Yet it had been no use, one of the WindClan cats had dealt a devastating blow to the young molly’s neck. She bled out long before the battle was over.

Viperheart’s wail filled the entire camp as she collapsed over her daughter's body and wept for what she had lost. Her family crowded around her as they mourned the death of Featherpaw and the brutality of the attack done by WindClan.

Come morning, her surviving kits were granted their full names in honor of their bravery and their loss. Her remaining daughter became Swanflight and her son chose the name Duckfeather in honor of their sister. The Clan welcomed them with soft calls of their names, the celebration dim due to the loss they experienced and the scars from the attack that would forever remain with all of them.

Viperheart, despite losing her daughter, kept her head up and was there for her last two kits. Even with a heavy heart and grief trying to drag her down she refused to stop doing what she loved to do and pushed past it. She would grow to become a beloved medicine cat, her daughter even growing to become deputy under Grousestar after some time. Even with the hardships of her past and all she had suffered and lost, she continues to do what is right and what is needed of her. She has a Clan, a family, dependent on her.

Description
There is going to be a lot of reading below so heads up! This is an old character of mine and the start of me drawing all my OC's official references and then writing out a lore dump for their background info. I already have a few of the lore bombs, as I call them, written for a few characters. Just had to get back into drawing to get the official refs done.

Anyways, massive read below about my girl~!

In the rolling hills of WindClan, a young molly by the name of Robinfeather was welcoming a litter of kits into the world. Though it was without the father at her side, Whiteburr had tragically died in a battle against a group of rogues who had been stealing prey and attacking patrols a moon prior. So with only the aid of the medicine cat, Minktooth, she had a litter of three healthy kittens by herself. The firstborn of the trio was a hearty young tom, which she dubbed Heronkit. The second was a dark molly that she named Hollykit. The last was another molly, dark brown like herself, of whom she affectionately called Viperkit after the kit showed a rather feisty behavior from the get-go, which seemed to follow her as she grew older and more confident in the world around her. With her strong-headed siblings at her side, the young kits did not stop as they began to explore the camp the second they had their paws under them. It was a miracle that they didn’t get squashed under the paws of the older cats as they ran around like wild mice in a cornfield. Their poor mother did all she could to keep her kits under control but nothing really could stop them outside the higher ranks yelling at them to keep in line. While Viperkit wasn’t always in the lead during these outings or when they got into trouble, she was the most curious and loved to explore. The Clan didn’t think there would be an end to their rambunctious energy and their endless troublemaking, that is until the kits were made into apprentices and finally given to their mentors for the first time.

Viperpaw was given to an energetic older molly by the name of Lambspring, who relished in the challenge of the strong headed apprentice. It was a bit touch and go at first, with her new title as apprentice and newfound freedom Viperpaw was even more wild than before. Constantly trying to skip apprentice duties, sneaking off during training, and even dragging her siblings into her trouble with her. Though Lambspring was persistent and held firm with her new charge, matching her stride for stride in everything she did. Which earned respect from Viperpaw, steadily, but still growing. As she reached three moons into being an apprentice, she was showing promise as a warrior and leaving behind her mischievous and troublesome ways to fully focus on her training.

Her Clan and her mother were proud of who she was becoming,a bright warrior with a hopeful future.

Which was dimmed before she even began to shine.

One day during a hunt on her own, Viperpaw was ambushed by two rogues. The poor molly was blindsided by the larger one and they were upon her in seconds with ripping claws and tearing teeth. Her shriek echoed in the air around them as she tried in vain to fight back against her aggressors. She feared she would lose her life in that moment, darkness creeping up around the edges of her gaze. The last thing she saw was a streak of white crashing through the tall grass. Then it went black.

When consciousness came seeping back all she was aware of at first was the absolute pain she was in. Every part of her ached and throbbed, some parts of her even feeling like they were burning. All she wanted to do was fade back into the darkness and let it swallow her up until the pain stopped.

Then she became aware of those surrounding her as she managed to open her eyes. Her mother was right beside her, face stricken in grief and agony as she looked down upon her injured kit. Her brother and sister on either side right next to their mom as tears streamed down their cheeks and stained their fur. She caught sight of Lambspring just over their shoulders with pupils blown wide out of fear and worry. Minktooth was close to her head with a few herbs pushed towards her muzzle and instructions to eat them.

It was a tearful moment as Viperpaw cried within the safety and comfort of her family, she had feared she wouldn’t get to see them again alive. Once the tears subsided, Lambspring explained what had happened.

Two rogues from the group moons ago, the ones that killed her father, had come back to the territory. It was sheer luck they managed to catch Viperpaw alone. Lambspring had heard her shrieks and came tearing back to her side, actually killing one of the rogues and chasing off the other. Viperpaw had been asleep for three days at this point, recovering from the severe wounds given to her. Minktooth had feared she wouldn’t make it early on, but after getting through the first night the hope grew stronger.

The healing process for Viperpaw would be a long one. One of the rogues had torn deeply into her hips and the damage had been deep and awful. Minktooth believed she may be able to walk again, but not run. It was a devastating realization for Viperpaw. Her family stayed close during her time of healing and recovery but watching her brother and sister go about their apprentice duties, seeing Lambspring go outside camp without her, and having her mother look at her with such guilt and sadness was suffocating for her.

She would come to spend several moons within the medicine den. In that time she watched her littermates grow and earn their warrior names, Heronsky and Hollyleap. She would heal from the smaller wounds and would have to do physical therapy to recover from the ones across her hips. It was frustrating and it was difficult but Viperpaw was determined to be able to walk again. To keep her busy and fixated on something other than life moving on without her, Minktooth began to teach her about herbs and their usages. At first Viperpaw wasn’t as sure about the idea, struggling to memorize herbs from their scents and appearances. That is until one day it seemed to click in her mind and she was suddenly handling minor cases for Minktooth.

In the last moons towards her recovery, as she began to finally walk on her own and could make trips beyond the den, she began to think about her future. It was not only her wounds that were holding her back from being a true warrior. She was afraid. The brutality in which the rogues attacked her had left not only physical scars, but mental ones as well. She couldn’t bring herself to fight again. She just wasn’t who she once used to be. Yet, even if she couldn’t be the warrior she originally wanted to be there was another role she could take.

Just before she was cleared and deemed healed, she spoke to Minktooth about becoming her apprentice.

Minktooth, though surprised, accepted her.

Thus her journey as a medicine cat had begun. She had put all her prior determination as a warrior into this new path and new purpose. She would do everything she could for those around her to help them, much like they had done for her. Of course early on she stumbled and had problems, as everyone does. But it didn’t take long for her to find her ground and take to the role.

Almost three seasons after her attack she was finally given her full name and new title as medicine cat. Viperheart. For her passion and dedication to helping and healing and how much she cared for those around her. Despite what had happened to her, not letting the attack define her and control her.

Viperheart was ecstatic, welcomed back to her Clan with open paws and happy faces as they honored her new name. Her family being the loudest. She finally believed she was living the life she was meant to, that everything was going right.

That’s when it had to go wrong in the worst of ways. There was a dark gray older loner tom she had met going by the name of Gale. At first she was afraid and cautious of him, their meeting not the best as he had been chasing some prey and startled her as she gathered herbs. Though the tom quickly apologized and showed just how kind and sweet he was by trying to help her gather the herbs she had dropped, picking up a few weeds by accident in his haste. They ended up meeting by accident a few more times before it was no longer by accident. He had charmed her, by utter accident, and he had fallen for her just the same. Viperheart was so far into her love for him that she forgot just why she shouldn’t be doing this.

Half a season after meeting him, she had realized she was pregnant. In her initial lovestruck mind she had been ecstatic with this, until the realization sunk in of what she had done and what she had condemned for herself. Panicked settled in and she immediately turned to the only cats she could trust, her mother and littermates. At first they were angry about her being with not only a cat, but a loner at that. Until she told them she was expecting his kits. Despite their misgivings about the tom, they would never turn her away for such a thing. Especially with kits. They did their best to figure out a plan on what to do.

But it was for nothing as the leader had gotten word not long after. Shrewstar was a rather strict and harsh leader. When he heard of what had happened, he felt no remorse as he threw Viperheart right out of the Clan without a second thought. No argument was heard from her as he forced her out of the camp himself. Her family was close behind, beyond outraged with their leader and leaving with Viperheart. Minktooth and Lambspring could only watch as the small family left their territory, both feeling regret but having reasons to stay within the Clan. Their only solace was that she had her mother and littermates on her side.

They ended up on the border of RiverClan, where Grousestar surprisingly took in the family with a smile. They were welcomed into the Clan even with the pregnant Viperheart amongst them. Of course there were a few suspicious and wary cats but as the days went by they began to become comfortable with the new family amongst them and even a few made friends with them. Viperheart got close with the medicine cat, Frondcloud. Despite breaking the code of the medicine cats, Grousestar and Frondcloud offered her a position as a second medicine cat amongst their Clan. One that she happily took.

Soon she would welcome three kits into the world. A white and gray molly she named Swankit, a light gray molly she named Featherkit, and a light brown tom she named Duckkit. She had tried to find Gale in the months leading up to their arrival but she couldn’t go into WindClan territory and the few times she managed to catch Lambspring, there had been no sign of the loner tom. Even though he wasn’t there for them, the rest of her family and her new Clan were. The kits were raised with love in ample amounts around them. Viperheart cherished her kits and ensured that they would be safe, not wanting any of them to suffer the same fate she had as a young apprentice. She would secure all of their futures.

The three kits grew into themselves at a rapid rate to Viperheart. One moment she had three small bundles curled up against her and the next they were running about the camp in much a similar manner she had as a kit. Swankit was vibrant and full of life and curiosity, always asking questions and could be found talking with any cat that gave her a few moments of their time. Featherkit was much like her mother, soft and gentle with a sweet and shy demeanor abut her. Her heart was just as big as her mothers and as kind as her father's. Duckkit was a rambunctious and rowdy little tom who wanted adventure and fun at all times. He was the one that tended to drag his littermates into any kind of little exploration around the camp. Once they had chased a small group of frogs right into the apprentices den and caused quite the funny scene for all involved.

Her kits soon came of age and were granted their titles as full apprentices of RiverClan. Swanpaw was given to Grousestar herself. Featherpaw a young tom by the name of Cloudedwater. Finally, Duckpaw was bestowed to an older molly named Turtlemask. Viperheart felt assured that her kits were in good paws, that they would grow into wonderful warriors of RiverClan and would never have to face such hardships as she had during her younger life. She watched them learn and adapt, taking to their new Clan with ease and without any thought of the real Clan they should have been born into.

It seemed StarClan was intent on ensuring that she learned that what she had done wasn’t right and that she would continue to be punished for it. Just four moons after her kits became warriors in training in their own rights, WindClan invaded their borders on the order of Shrewstar. He had a set goal in mind and he wasn’t going to let anything stop him. A terrible battle flooded the Clan’s camp as RiverClan cats fought for their lives, those most loyal to Shrewstar fighting for all their worth while those who were against this idea tried to hold back their attacks as best they could. It almost seemed like it would be a losing battle.

Until Grousestar took Shrewstar’s last life. In seconds the battlefield quieted down and every cat fell still as they all looked upon the dead leader bleeding out beneath the paws of the RiverClan molly. Those that were right behind the fallen tom during the attack fled back to their territory right away. Those that had been against it stayed behind to help repair what damages had been done and to return the dead from both sides to their rightful place.

Viperheart had lost sight of her family in the tangle of cats up until the end. As the clearing calmed down she was reunited with her mother and littermates first. Swanpaw wasn’t far behind as she crashed right into her mother. Duckpaw was brought over by his mentor. Yet there was no immediate sign of Featherpaw. Terror gripped Viperheart as she desperately searched for her missing daughter.

Only to stare on in horror as Cloudedwater dragged her limb and bloodied body from the river just outside of camp. They had been overrun by WindClan cats and separated during the fight. Tom had done everything he could to save her, losing an eye and half an ear due to the brutal fight. Yet it had been no use, one of the WindClan cats had dealt a devastating blow to the young molly’s neck. She bled out long before the battle was over.

Viperheart’s wail filled the entire camp as she collapsed over her daughter's body and wept for what she had lost. Her family crowded around her as they mourned the death of Featherpaw and the brutality of the attack done by WindClan.

Come morning, her surviving kits were granted their full names in honor of their bravery and their loss. Her remaining daughter became Swanflight and her son chose the name Duckfeather in honor of their sister. The Clan welcomed them with soft calls of their names, the celebration dim due to the loss they experienced and the scars from the attack that would forever remain with all of them.

Viperheart, despite losing her daughter, kept her head up and was there for her last two kits. Even with a heavy heart and grief trying to drag her down she refused to stop doing what she loved to do and pushed past it. She would grow to become a beloved medicine cat, her daughter even growing to become deputy under Grousestar after some time. Even with the hardships of her past and all she had suffered and lost, she continues to do what is right and what is needed of her. She has a Clan, a family, dependent on her.