Complete heterochimia, with one sea-green eye and one golden eye
Central heterochimia in left eye, the solid color being sea-green and the mixed color being hazel 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓫𝓵𝓪𝔃𝓮
The murderer𝔽𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤........ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 "Towards the Sun" TheSongOfTheStars
SongclanFemale
Medicine cat
Towards the Sun wrote:Turn your face
towards the sun
Let the shadows
Fall behind you
Like a wraith, the young she-cat drifted towards the borders of the strange clan.
She'd heard of them many times before. The wanderers, the singers, the storytellers
who never asked where you learned your stories.
She had not intruded deeply into their territory before she was met by a large tawny male.
She shivered violently as he approached her, eyes downcast and shoulders hunched,
but didn't make any move to flee or attack.
Personality
Cunning
Quiet
Reserved
Introverted
Fierce
Intellegint
Observant
Merciless
"What's your name, young one, and your business in Songclan's land?" he rumbled.
"Morningblaze...." she said by way of an answer "I've come....to stay."
He nodded silently and turned, flicking his tail slowly.
Still shivering, she followed him into the trees.
Years Before
The pale mother cat huddled over her newborn brood, her stomach writhing like a nervous snake while the scarred tabby tom perused the fragile kits.
"Are they acceptable, sir?" She whispered, the last word grating in her throat. Like it didn't belong. It didn't belong in the mouth of any cat.
It was a twoleg word.
Yet still it was demanded that she pay her leader such 'respects'.
"Yes," he said in a high cold voice "Perfectly acceptable...."
She was about to breathe out a sigh of relief. For within her last litter there had been a kit with a deformed foot.
Such an outrage of imperfection was not allowed within the clan.
"This one," the tabby said, lifting his paw to touch a white female kit gently "She is the firstborn?"
"Yes sir," she could bare hold back the shudder as she saw those murderous, those bloodstained claws touch her innocent child.
"Good. She is strong then. I need a new Silent. The old is dead. I shall take her," he crouched and lifted her by the nape of the neck, squeaking in protest as she was torn from her mother.
And all her mother could do was hold back her tears as her daughter was stolen from her in the same second she was told her mate had died.
Relationships wrote:With Wildeyes
Respects her greatly,
Trusts her more than most
With Sandclaw
Respects him, has a tiny
crush on him but would die
before admitting it
With Willowsun
Feels highly protective
of the younger cat
Almost like an older
sister to her
With Mousepaw,
Lilypaw, & Otterkit
Feels extremely
uncomfortable around
kits and young cats
Avoids them as much
as possible
Morningblaze's arrival wasn't much cause for a stir. Cats came to Songclan frequently with their heads down and their tails turned from a past they'd rather forget.
But the strange thing was when she became the medicine cat.
Songclan was small still and hadn't yet found anyone who was skilled enough with herbs and wounds to take the position.
And Morningblaze never offered her skills, but when a warrior hurt themself, she was there, prepared to bandage the wound. When Mousepaw contracted a nasty cough, uncomfortable though she was arounds the apprentices, Morningblaze nursed him back to health.
There was no ceremony or formal appointment of Morningblaze to be the medicine cat. Cats started going to her when they needed aid and she started using one of the dens to store herbs.
Everyone seemed quite pleased with the arrangement.
Hopes and Fears wrote:Hopes
To live out her days peacefully
To one day be brave enough
to admit to Sandclaw she
loves him
To be accepted in the clan
Fears
Sandclaw discovering
how she feels about him
before she's ready to deal
With her emotions
Being discovered by her old clan
Another being hurt because of her
"Master, I thought you were going to teach me
how to fight," whined the white kit.
"I am," the brown tabby growled as he sorted the leaves out in front of her "I'm teaching you to fight without leaving a trail of blood."
"Poision?"
He grinned. His new Silent caught on quickly.
Morningblaze had never been told that her father had been the Silent before her, nor had she been told that the first cat she would kill was her mother.
For it was not for the Silent to know love or family or any position of authority. The Silent was the leader's assasin, their rulekeeper, and when they grew too old or too injured or failed, then they met the same judgement they themselves had meted out and it was time for a new Silent.
"What do I do with these?" She asked, sniffing dubiously at the leaves.
"This one, you eat," he said nudging forwards a long thin blade.
"But you said they were poison."
Instantly his heavy claws connected with her head and the blow sent her stumbling across the clearing.
Before she had a chance to recover, the tabby pinned her to the ground, repeatedly slamming her head against the stone.
Then, inches from ending her life he relented and stood as if nothing had happened.
"You are going to eat this," he said, shoving the leaf into her half-open mouth "and you are going to find the cure amongst these other herbs."
Likes and Dislikes wrote:Likes
Warm sunny days
Naps
Sitting and watching
fish swimming in the river
Birdsong
Wildeyes stories
Willowsun's poetry
Dislikes
Shadows
Lying and being lied to
Being alone at night
The nightmares
"Morningblaze! Morningblaze wait!"
Moringblaze turned with a sinking heart as Lilypaw raced after her, panting breathlessly.
"Hey! Wildeyes told me to come help you gather herbs'n'stuff."
"Oh," Morningblaze hesitated. She never felt comfortable withe the younger cats, which was why she had not taken an apprentice. But she could hardly refuse the young girl if Wildeyes had instructed her to aid in the herb gathering.
"Alright, but please be quiet."
"Okay. What are we lookin for?"
Her voice so soft it hardly disturbed the dawn stillness, Morningblaze began to explain what they were searching for.

The pale she-cat nudged her single kit gently. It had been the only one born in her last litter. And it would indeed be her last litter. For she'd had many mates since Morningblaze's father had died, but none of them had loved her.
There was a soft scuffle at the mouth of her burrow and she turned to see her stolen daughter clothed in the shadow mists of the deep night, the leader standing behind her.
And suddenly the mother cat knew why they were there.
"No."
Dull-eyed, Morningblaze didn't even a flick an ear as she slunk deeper into the burrow.
"How could you?" The mother cat huddled over her last child as her lost one came closer, white claws soon to become red "How could you use her to kill me!? Why are you making my daughter kill me?!"
For a second Morningblaze looked back at her master.
"This cat is weak, the children she gives birth to are weak."
"You're my child!" The pale cat sobbed "Please! Please don't kill us!"
"She is weak. But you are not. Prove it to me," the tabby purred into Morningblaze's ear.
Morningblaze flexed her shoulders, but before she leapt towards her mother's throat, the she-cat snatched up her kit and like a falling star caught on storm winds she raced out of the burrow.
"Catch her and kill her!" Commanded the murderous tabby and without question Morningblaze complied, running after her mother.
The she-cat made it far past the clan borders and up into the mountains before the strain of climbing and carrying her kit wore her down and she collapsed at the edge of a precipice.
Nearby a waterfall roared.
If she could only make it to the other side of the river...
Scooping up her child once more, she staggered on quivering legs towards the shallow fords above the waterfall.
She had almost made it, almost managed to drag her shaking body through the swift flowing waters to the far bank, when Morningblaze appeared like a spirit out of the mist on the bank ahead.
She couldn't speak for her kit was dangling from her mouth, but her wide eyes pleaded for mercy.
Morningblaze gave her none.
For this life was the one her Master had always told her she wanted.

"H...hey Morningblaze!?"
Morningblaze hadn't seen Lilypaw for several long minutes, having been engrossed with gathering a patch of mint. But she'd heard the young cat shuffling around and taken her to be in no danger.
But now, there was a frightened edge in Lilypaw's voice that told her otherwise.
Abandoning the mint, she turned and tracked through the trees towards the sound of Lilpaw's beating heart.
She found the dark tabby surrounded by a trio of rough-looking male cats with sneers slathered across their scarred faces.
"Oh ho!" bellowed the biggest "Lookit, the little kitty's here to save you! What you gonna do pretty girl? Gimme a kiss?"
There was a burst of raucous laughter and with a motion of liquid lightning the mean tom pinned Lilypaw to the ground by her ears. Causing her to shriek in pain and terror.
C'mon pretty.... gimme a kiss."
Morningblaze felt her blood grow hot.
Her Master had taught her about poisions and blood and pain.
But he never told her about the nightmares.
At first it was just darknesa clawing after her in the night and she could ignore it.
Then there where whispers.
And the whispers turned to screams and the darkness turned to shadows, shadows turned to that night above the waterfall.
Until it wasn't just at night, but every time she closed her eyes, the image of the she-cat and her kit were carved on the inside of Morningblaze's eyelids.
Then horribly her mind found new ways to torture her as she began to see every cat she'd killed stalking her in the night.
Food became tastless as she remebered the many times she'd planted poision on a fresh-killed prey.
Every waking moment became filled with paranoia as she imagined the claws of her clanmates in her back and every night became unbearable as she tried to hide from her dreams.
Until she bordered on the edge of insanity.
And she couldn't stand it any longer.
She returned to the waterfall. The site of her first murder.
Water rushing around her ankles, she peered over the edge of the waterfall at the mist shrouded drop and steeled herself.
Anything to silence the voices.
"Stop."
Startled, Morningblaze looked around wildly. Then realized the voice was one of the many in her mind and prepared to release her grip and let the water carry her away.
"Stop."
For a moment, Morningblaze imagined that the mist took the shap of her mother. Then she shook the hallucination away.
"Don't do it. Please. Morningblaze...My child."
The mist surrounded her, but it was not cold.
"I killed you!" Morningblaze screamed "I killed you! Leave me alone!"
"No," the whisper in her mind stilled the screams of the other voices.
"You should hate me! I'm the Silent! I murdered you!"
"I forgive you."
For a moment the moon shone clearly and memory painted her mother's figure in the mist, torn and rent where Morningblaze had ripped her life from her. And in the ethereal eyes there was only peace.
"No," Morningblaze sobbed "How?"
"I do." Was the only answer and the mist began to dissipate "Leave this place. Leave and shed no more blood."
Blood.
Spread across the grass and staining Morningblaze's paws. One of the rouges lay still on the ground. The other two had fled when the rest of Songclan came charging to aid Morningblaze.
She found herself shaking violently, bile riling in her stomach at the sight of her own destruction.
"Morningblaze," Sandclaw's soothing voice slipped over her as Sandclae himself placed his body between her and the image of the dead rouge "Are you injured?"
A sob came barking out of her chest and as she broke down into tears he wrapped himself around her, trying to soothe her.
"It's alright. It's going to be alright. You're safe now."
She took in a deep breath of his scent, letting him reassure her. Maybe if she listened to him, it would become true.
Maybe....
Maybe....
Another deep breath and gently he nudged her cheek so she would look up at him
"It'll be alright."
It would be...
It would...
