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i. pikekit/pikepaw/pikecrest/pikestar;
ii. molly, she/her; iii. demisexual;
iv. warrior; v. 29 moons;
vi. black smoke tabby with
jade green eyes;
vii. sleek, muscular build;
viii. scent: rhododendron;
ix. 3w4, 385; x. sleeping at last - eight;
xi. ambitious, cool, independent,
trenchant, proud, resentful
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apprentice: open
crush: unlikely but open
mother: blossomfrost
siblings: sykestar, raggedwing
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Born to a neglectful mother and an absent father,
Pikekit's very first memory was the feeling of being
unwanted. The only cat she had was her older sister
Sykepaw, who wasted the best of her apprenticeship
caring for the kits in the nursery. Pikekit internalized
that feeling--- that she is a sickness for her mother,
that she is a burden for her sister. And this sharpened
into two philosophies that guided her steps: a helpless
cat is a burden for the clan and I am unworthy of love.
She became fiercely independent from a young age,
relied on no one, focused only on her training. As she
grew up, Pikepaw idolized her warrior then deputy
sister. While she admired Sykeshadow's power, work
ethic, and elegance... she seemed to take all the wrong
things from them. She learned to be brisk and scathing
and glacial, to strike fear in the hearts of others, and to
never show even a glimpse of weakness. Pikecrest grew
into a cat who refuses to rely on anyone, looking down
upon those that do. If she made herself indispensable,
no one could ever turn her away. She drove herself to
excel in everything, to chase after an elusive perfection
that she can never sink her claws into. She will never
admit that she is merely a broken shadow of her sister.
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โโ ๐ฐ ๐จ๐ด ๐บ๐ป๐น๐ถ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ต๐ถ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ฏ โโโโโโ
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Pikecrest became just like the mother she had grown
to hate. When Blossomfrost had and abandoned yet
another litter of kits, Pikecrest refused to have any
thing to do with them. All she saw in them was a
reflection of her former self, a self that she would
do anything to forget. But Sykeshadow was fiercely
protective of this third litter, even more than for the
second. When Blossom came to take the kits back
with another false promise, Pike watched her sister
attack their own mother. Blossomfrost left the clan
for good after that. Whatever emotions Pikecrest felt
from this exchange, she buried away. Vindication,
jealousy, regret? None of it mattered. She could only
dive deeper into her duties, waiting for the day when
she is worthy enough to become Sykestar's deputy.
