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━━━PaleHeather
↷ . ━━━ Warrior . ↶
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traits: Sweet, Soft, Motherly, Kind, Wise
orientation: Straight
┗━━━━━━━━━━━┛-----------------------------------P a l e H e a t h e r
↷ . Molly . ↶
pale brown blotched longhaired tabby name: PaleHeather.
warrior name: PaleHeather
gender: Molly
age: 26 Moons
scent Rain and White Wisteria (Flower)
rank: Paleheather as a kit was an introverted soul, often keeping to her mother when her bold brothers were ruffing about and playing around- she had never had interests in sparring with the other energetic fuzzballs and saw it almost as nerve-wracking.. Her mother was her safe space- a gentle and calming molly to be around who's simple energy was a lullaby.
One morning as even the sun seemed to not want to wake, Pale(kit) blinked the tiredness from her eyes and saw that her mother had not come back from her scouting of the territory. In her panic, Pale(kit) searched the camp for her mother everywhere she could not find her, her frantic and anxious eyes blind to the warriors hushed voices murmuring and shaking their heads in grief, not able to tell the little kit what had happened of her loving mother..
A newly-appointed apprentice approached Pale(kit), He was as black as coal whos eyes mimicked a fire blazing inside of him. His name was Pikepaw but his introductory to the scared kit was delayed, he simply curled up with her giving her quiet comfort in her moment of distress.
Since then the two of them were insperable.
They grew up together, having only one another as their company. Pikepaw became a swift and graceful hunter known as Pikesnout and PaleHeather grew up in a mirrored image of her mother, gentle and kind with her aura simply inviting.
They were hunting one day, it had been raining for a few days before hand with the earth beginning to get spongey in attempt to reject the sudden surplus.. It was a slip, a simple mistake.. Paleheather saw her entire life slip from her grasp yet again and the love of her life had perished.
This was only a moon ago. Paleheather's personality has stayed this gentle and calming energy, nearly showing no signs of grief and trouble on the outside.. but some cats around the clan whisper of how her eyes have gotten dull.. how some nights she doesn't show up in the warriors den to sleep.. her grief of her partner remaining internal as she attempts to rewrite her life with cats outside of what she has always known.. She is still getting used to conversating with the other warriors on a daily.
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