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Moons ago, the five warrior clans, ThunderClan, WindClan, RiverClan, ShadowClan, and SkyClan were destroyed by a massive storm. A tornado tore through the territories, and a massive forest fire ran through ThunderClan. The cats who were able to escape alive fled. With the remaining cats, StarClan contacted many warriors, even kittypets, to create new clans. If their plan failed, the warrior code may just be lost forever.
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dewly_noted wrote:There was a heaviness to the air that accompanied the chill, slowing blinking against the white light fought off the way the world was spinning, a wash in colours in noise. At her side Robin twitched, coming to attention beside her, identifying the same yowling dismay and anger that had pulled her out of slumber. There was a danger to the air and their small group was built on a fragile peace that their mother had cultivated like a the first plant to break through the winter frost.
The once careful, quiet chatter that usually littered the campsite was replaced with shrill screams of horror and dismay. If Finch had her way the two would have turned heel and squeezed their way through the passage at the back of the den, the one they had used to sneak out at night against their mothers wishes. It was Robin who was the one who always decided. It was Robin who chose to tentatively move to see what had caused the chaos. They didn't get as far as to see themselves before a stranger stepped into the den as if he owned it, eyes scanning it before settling on them.
"Found some kits!" He shouted behind him, stepping towards them with a tilt to his head, curious as to what they would do. Finch cowered, crouched behind her sister as Robin simply stared into the eyes of this new stranger, unyielding to the fear that coated the air.
In turn, the stranger let out an amused snort, a wickedness to their gaze and they moved forward and began shoving the two sister to see the chaos outside.
Her mother was dead. That was the first thing that caught Finch's gaze. The second was the tom cat who stood above her mother'd form, his body thin and spindly. She felt the bile raise in her throat as every single moment of her life repeated in her head in one instant. She felt light headed and confused, tipsy with the shock of everything that was unfolding.
The cat turned to them, his malformed face glaring down at them with a cruelty that seemed unending. Bless her sisters heart, Robin moved, placing herself between the two of them. For all that Finch was shaking Robin was icy calm, starring into the eyes of this murderer with no signs of stepping down. Around them the cats they had grown up were all cowering as new faces did their best to intimidate the masses. Finch had to agree that cowering, not fighting cats with such clear blood lust was a good idea. Her sister wasn't a coward, she'd die before she let someone tell her what to do- oh stars above her sister was going to get herself killed.
"Ro'bi please," she whispered, desperately trying to get a hold of her sisters scruff and dissuade her from running head first into her own death. The cat, who she now suspected was the ringleader, looked at her like she was a fly and she stopped her protest. Pleased with this he returned to staring at Robin, contemplative and decisive.
"This kit shows promise, I hope you'll train her well, Laurel." He spoke, before turning away to address all the cats in the camp. He had nothing good to say.
They took over from that day on. They were like a fire that burned through the camp and left scorched earth behind. Finch did her best to adapt, but she would never adapt as well as her sister did. She stayed in the shadows, watching as her sister turned from a hopeful bullheaded kit into a coldhearted murderer. Even as her sister fell further from grace they still remained close. Not matter what the world threw at them, Finch always had a place to hide in her sisters shadow.━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Finch has the nature of a lone rogue; aggressive, blunt and stubborn. She is resourceful and intelligent but is a coward in the face of raging violence. Most people find it hard to believe that Finch ever wakes up on the right side of her nest and they'd be right in thinking that. She's been betrayed before and is slow to trust. She will do whatever it takes to get wherever she needs to go. Never hesitant in taking a life and always preparing for the worst. She isn't violent but instead she is a master of poison and charisma, she will feed you the food that leads to your death with a smile, with a purpose. On her better days, she is soft and caring, some would say it was her rough kithood that made her so closed off from showing affection.━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Username;; dewly_noted
Cat Name;; Finch
Gender;; female
Age;; 42 moons
Clan;; Raven's Brook Allegiance
Rank;; Marquess

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