Personality:
Sunheart is a stickler for the Warrior Code and will go against orders to follow it. Sunheart is a relaxed cat and usually very friendly. She is encouraging and will put the needs and wants of her friends and Clanmates above those of her own. This usually, however, leaves her very empty and hollow though knowing she did what she knows is right.
After the deaths of her parents, Sunheart pushed toward the Code even further, finding only comfort in it. Mentally she withdrew, but put on a facade to keep her Clanmates from knowing how deeply she was hurting. She strives to do her best for her Clan and hopes one day to become deputy.
History:
Sunkit. The name was settled by the over-excited father of the newborn kit. She was the only one of her litter and was strong and healthy with a coat the color of honey. Her mother slept while the kit nursed at her belly. As they days went by the kit grew quickly, opening her kit-blue eyes and beginning to totter about the nursery. She was bright and cheerful from the start, and the light of her parent's lives. They loved her dearly.
The little kit's life was average and as her eyes changed from blue to brown, she began to explore more and more of camp and was soon weened from milk to fresh-kill. At this age her mother was able to leave camp now and begin to integrate back into her warrior duties. At four moons, little Sunkit was already almost as tall as a six-moon-old apprentice. Her long legs gave her height, though she was still small in comparison.
Her mother left the nursery that morning with her father to go on a hunt. They were due to be back before sunhight, but that time came and went with no sign of the pair and the Clan was beginning to worry. Moonstar sent out a patrol to look for them, worried something terrible had happened. What they found was awful. Both the cats had been hit by monster, leaving their daughter without parents. With heavy heart the patrol brought their bodies back to camp for Coalpelt to ready their bodies for vigil.
The young she-cat was devastated. She cried of the broken, bloodied bodies of her mother and father, watching as lavender and mint was rubbed into their fur to mask the scent of death. She pressed herself close to their bodies, curling there in hopes of find some warmth. There was none. They were colder than the newleaf ground, their bodies growing stiffer as time went on.
Come the dawn, Sunkit was cold herself, limbs stiff from not moving. She watched with broken eyes as her parents' bodies were taken off for burial. The kit never was the same after that, though over time she grew happier and by her apprentice ceremony, she was a bundle of excitement. Or so it seemed. Deep inside, she was still bitter over the loss of her parents and the happiness a well-made facade. She was named Sunpaw and held a heavy heart.
Her training went off without a hitch and after six moons of training with no issues, it was time for her warrior ceremony. Her warrior name was given. Sunheart. Her warrior vigil was silent, as all are, and nothing stirred in the night. She longed for her parents have been there for her ceremonies, though she knew they were watching her from the stars, and all the night she thought of them and went over memories of time spent with them. A single tear rolled down her cheek over the coarse of the night. She did not rest after the vigil was over, not in the dens anyway, instead making her way to her parents' graves. She shed many tears over them, as she did when she was a kit, crying herself to sleep.
