Emberheart ; Shadowclan

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• NAME: Emberheart
  
  
• AGE: 26 moons
  
  
• GENDER: Female; She-cat
  
  
• DESCRIPTION: A ginger-coloured warrior with eyes dipped in warm, sunny orange. Her left eye has a deep, ugly scar; ever since the attack from her loved-one. She is a heart-warming warrior possessing the responsibilities of being in duty to the clan and Starclan, and having the will and determination to do her best in hopes of reaching her goals.
  
  
• APPEARANCE: Emberheart is coated in warm ginger, with slight shades of orange. The markings that surround her body are similar of a common tabby. Her lustrous fur surrounds her entire masculine body frame, as they come in thick patches and they are smooth to the touch. Having a masculine body, it is packed with muscles that are strong, allowing her to withstand long runs especially due to proper training in her Apprentice days. She once had two beautiful eyes, the colour of orange with a slight tinge of copper. They are remarkably outlined with black at the rim of her eyes. Due to that, they stood out, as they resembles the beauty of her; outer and inner. Sadly, after the attack from her loved-one, her mate Gorseclaw, a deep, horrifying scar now takes its place on her left eye which shatters her once mark of beauty—those eyes. Despite still having a vision from her right eye, it was never the same for the she-cat. The scar begins from the edge of her head, running through her sockets and ending across half of her cheeks. The skin of her wound appears dark, as if decayed. But the dark tinge soon began to fade and now becomes nothing more but a mark. A mark of betrayal and pain that bears questions unanswered. Nevertheless, she still appears graceful and giving off that warm aura filled with comfort and compassion.
  
  
• PERSONALITY: Emberheart possess a loving heart, to her peers, and loved ones. She is a warrior of compassion, empathy and more importantly, spirit. Her compassion for aiding one in need, lighting up smiles and happiness in their heart and protecting those that she loves makes her a true Mother to her offspring Russetpaw. Upon hearing one’s distress and cries, she empathise them and tries her best to understand the position they are in. She strives to help them, giving them advices and if she feels like she has no right; being their listening ear. She would not force another to spill out the beans; hence she ensures respect in herself and towards them. Being a warrior, she respects the opinions and decisions made by her leader and clan mates. However, she still has her own stand. If something seemed unlikely to turn out for the better, she is brave enough to object and demand of reasons for such actions.
  Despite having the heart of gold, she still has her flaws. She tends to be demanding at times and have the tendency to procrastinate or being unobservant at the world around her. Due to such carelessness, she could end up hurting another and in return would be muddled with their reactions. Also, being a mother, she is protective for her young and would do anything in her power to help them. Her supportive nature for them can lead to doubts arouse on her loyalty to the clan’s decisions. Nevertheless, she is learning too. She is learning to be a better Mother, clan mate, friend and more importantly warrior to the clan.
  
  
• HISTORY: Emberheart was brought up in peace, having no such disturbances. Her life struggles were still evident but they were not huge enough to affect how her character is mould as she grows. The day she was appointed warrior, was the start of her very own story to unfold.
  She heard yowls and scowls from her fellow warrior, Gorseclaw. Worried, she made her way towards him.
  What’s wrong? she asked, concerned. She had had enough of his constant mumbles and grumbles. She was not the only one in the clan that was growing impatient. He turned to her, annoyed. Without a word, he left. This perturbed her. She never knew how rude he could be. She wanted to know more of him, to be his friend.
  Day by day, she approached him, careful but filled with expectations of hoping to break the ice and to have his fortress down, for him to trust her, even if a bit. It was not easy as she expected. At every time she makes her way away from him, she cursed under her breath for the constant failures. She was growing to grow fond of him. He intrigued her so much.
  What are you trying to get from Sir Grumpytail over there? a fellow warrior teased. She had no answer to that. She was as perplexed as they were. Whatever it was, she would not give up. She could not. Another new day dawned and she had just returned from her patrol with their deputy when the sight of him, watching her, caught her attention. Shamelessly, she approached him.
  Why were you watching me? she questioned with no hesitation. He jumped at her question. Such demands were definitely not expected for him, she thought in her head. But she wanted to know. His eyes averted from hers and his gaze fell to his paws. His tail flickered with unease. He cleared his throat and began with his raspy voice, “Why… Why are you trying so hard?
  She knew in an instant what he meant. Her heart pounded against her chest. Her paws shifted under her weight in discomfort. She…
  Edging closer towards him, she whispered, “I… I think. I’m in love. His eyes flew wide open as they stared back into hers. They were searching for truth, for any lies or trickery. She jumped in unison to his reaction as hers too stared back at his. What...? she thought to herself, baffled at her words. He was transfixed, with his fur at their ends. A peculiar look was plastered onto his face. He was clearly too stunned for words. A spark of mischief lighted up in her eyes. She cackled. A purr then aroused and she cooed, “Do you feel the same..?” Part of her felt excited, happy to know of his answers while another was sceptical, preparing for a rejection. What makes her think that someone as mea—
  “Me too. I… I love you Emberheart. I was touched. Deeply touched that… anyone would even put their every effort and time to want to know me better and ever since the fourth day you came around again, I had a feel that… that you are special. You… you make me happy. Really, really happy.” he stuttered. His eyes refused to meet hers as they stayed looking at the ground. She thought she would die at the will of Starclan. Her heart soared, soared with bliss. Purring, she approached him and rubbed her head against his shoulder, filled with affection. She thought it was the best thing that anyone could ever ask for. To fall in love.
  
  Many moons had passed. All filled with sadness and grief. Silently she prayed to Starclan for a kit of their own to be born. She wants it to see life, and that would flood her with happiness. She was sure it would for Gorseclaw too. Her heart sank as those moons passed. Hope seemed so far, as if it would melt away from her clutches. Gorseclaw strangely appeared content, happy. He never once voiced out anything about their own kit. Perhaps he wants me to stay positive too… I shouldn’t worry too much. her heart whispered. And so she pushed those questions aside and leave it all to fate, to Starclan. She awed her mate’s never dying positive attitude. Wherever she goes, he was there to follow, always being by her side. She loves him, and he does too.
  
  Just when hopes seemed lost, three kits were born. However two of them died, which saddens her greatly. Nevertheless one survived and he was healthy and as beautiful. She licked him lovingly, and huddled him close, hoping to provide him the warmth that he wants. It’s tiny mews warmed her greatly as she looked back at it lovingly. Gorseclaw, stood almost silent beside her as he watched the mewling kit. He was proud of her and was as happy. Russetkit… that would be his name. His eyes are just as beautiful, aren’t they?
  
  Days had passed and soon the tiny kit was already prancing and pouncing about, enjoying his mother’s company. Emberheart showered her kit with love and never lifted her eyes off of it. She had never loved anyone as much as she does for her mate. The feel of being a Mother was heart-warming.
  
  Moons passed and Russetkit was still by her side, close and ever so clingy. The tiny kit would cry out in frustration every single time his mother wishes to leave for a short conversation with her peers, even for a second. She would then laugh in amusement of such adorable behaviour. Oh how she loved the kit.
  
  However things were not as happy as they were. Gorseclaw grew spiteful and tends to lash out at Russetkit more than he usually did. Her comforts never worked for him as much as it used to.
  Yowls of pain shattered the silence of the clan as they rushed towards the Nursery. Blood tainted the ground, as moans of pain horrified the cats. Emberheart stood bloody, as it smeared her entire muzzle. She staggered about, constantly crying out her mate’s name. Russetkit stood in horror as he watched his Mother in pain. She was broken. She felt broken.
  “Gorseclaw!” she wailed out as her heart ached at every breath that she took. Her world was growing dark and all she could think of was nothing but feel the betrayal, the confusion and the pain that her loved-one had done to her. She could clearly remember his silhouette, disappearing out of the Nursery. He did not turn back to even glance back at her before he disappeared out of her life; out of hers and Russetkit’s. For good.
  
  

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