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[attr="class","flowerbg"]LAVENDERSONG
The Lover
The Lover
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Lavendersong is a decently-sized mademoiselle, slightly above average. She is predominantly brown and black tabby, with lengthy brown fur with black classic Mackeral striping across her flanks extending to her tail. She harbors lean muscle beneath her pelt, defining her physique with a substantial build. She possesses a sturdy frame, surprisingly challenging to knock off balance with ease. Lavendersong's throat, chest, and belly are pure white, with four socks on her foundations, tufted with fur to keep her toes warm during the colder seasons. The damsel's countenance is round and plush, with splotches speckled on her maw with a white chin. Lavendersong's eyes are delicate golden with light green undertones. During the warmer seasons, her fur is less dense, though thick throughout Leafbare and Leaf-fall.
Lavendersong would probably be seen from an outside perspective as the motherly type, which is, for the most part, true. The damsel is exceptionally patient, but she earned patience over time, considering she basically raised four kits independently. Patience is a virtue; she acquired it through her wild kits, thinking they were always on their paws, ready to get into trouble. Lavendersong is a very supportive mademoiselle, sharing her knowledge and experience with those amidst herself, choosing empathy over judgment. She gives her time and energy to just about anyone, even if it's a mere stranger. She'd be willing to provide a loner or rogue advice, but at the same time, she may not be unless she sees something good within them. Considering she's always concerned about the health of others, she finds herself quite observant, spending time scrutinizing others' emotional states and attempting to view things from their perspective. She's good at identifying issues with others, immediately trying to be the shoulder to lean on. Considering she technically watched over four children on her lonesome, she has become notably watchful, particularly in her sightings. Without a doubt, Lavendersong is loyal, never dividing her loyalty to the clan or her clanmates. Most likely, she'd never turn her back against anyone other than an outsider. She isn't only loyal to her clanmates but loyal to any ideas she's imagined, dedicating herself to them and others.
Reluctant. Very reluctant, this damsel is. Lavendersong is exceedingly unwilling to change; perhaps, if another attempted to explain she lacks the protection of her feelings, she would allow those words to go in one ear and out the other. She believes change isn't necessary, wanting those to be who they've become. The she-cat is deemed meticulous, paying attention to the minor bits of detail to the point where she appears to be a perfectionist, though she certainly isn't one. Carefulness and precision are believed essential to molly, not desiring to overlook any components, whether it's something she's admiring or someone speaking. A good warrior she is, but also not quite. Lavendersong is not quick to defend her territory; instead, she talks things out with a cordial disposition before an altercation arises. This being is, she's passive, allowing others to go without a fight. She isn't a huge fan of violence, but never will she attack first. Being civil is more for Lavendersong, not brutality unless the enemy has done something horrendous, such as murder or maiming one of her clanmates. On the other paw, while she's great at convincing others, she's skeptical, not allowing others to influence her so easily. She has trouble trusting the sense of others unless they are in authority, such as the leader, considering they're superiors for a reason. As the deputy, her ambition and headstrong nature may become more prominent and vigorous.
The herculean of a she-cat is repressed, well, at least suppresses her feelings. She may appear confidential and mysterious, but she internalizes her feelings, not allowing them to break through. She puts her feelings behind herself, prioritizing others before herself. Lavendersong lacks protection from her feelings, as she frequently worries about others. This concern often leads her into a pit of frustration and stress. Unfortunately, Lavendersong is too altruistic. Of course, it's not awful to be benevolent, but Lavendersong is overridden unselfishness to a point where it's too unselfish. A sweetheart with an intimidating size and face, always hoping that things are bound to get better eventually, pushing others to strive. Lavendersong is secretive, not in a disloyal way, but with her own emotions and feelings. She's constantly at battle with them since she's busy protecting others, not her well-being. She's not transparent, as she hides these things with ease. Rarely will someone catch her showing emotion other than a joyous and enthusiastic demeanor, hiding away all those pessimistic emotions she harbors. While Lavendersong is brilliant, she has a moderately nonchalant attitude, somewhat contrasting and deceiving. She has a very calm, lowly harmonious, and breezy voice that is delicate to the ears.
Dappledwing had been in the nursery one Leaf-Fall evening, birthing her kits. The three kittens were born; one ginger tom, one brown and black tabby she-kit, and a diluted calico she-kit. All three kittens were close in size, the tom being the largest, but the sisters were close in proximity of size. Dappledwing and Heavydust had been relatively giant felines for SalmonClanners, so it wasn't surprising that their kittens would also grow to be significant. These three kits were named Lavenderkit, Violetkit, and Thymekit. Their parents expected their kits to develop into powerful fighters, with a behemoth size, towering over most of their clanmates. They believed the three children would become great additions to SalmonClans.
The three kits had gotten along exceptionally well, but as the only male out of the siblings, Thymekit was often picked on by his sisters, though typically, toms would pick on their sister(s). Thankfully, his immense size was enough and he handled his sister's quite well, almost unbothered. Lavenderkit and Violetkit often double-teamed their brother, Thymekit in play fights, giving him more to manage. He dealt with it well, occasionally defeating his sisters, but most of the time, he permitted his sisters to conquer him. Her father, Snagtooth sometimes pulled her aside, giving her advice to force a challenge upon her larger brother, Thymekit, giving them more to handle and depict his next move. She enjoyed receiving advice from her father, joyous when he'd praise her for pinning her siblings. It was amusing to witness the disappointment in their faces when she defeated them, scornful of her strength and skills despite her smaller size.
The day had come, their apprentice ceremony. Lavenderkit, Violetkit, and Thymekit stepped up, listening to their names being called and renamed for their apprenticeship. It appeared Violetkit and Lavenderkit were satisfied with their mentors. Still, Thymekit had been complaining that he wanted a more experienced warrior since he was a young warrior, first time mentoring. Meanwhile, Lavanderpaw was assigned with a senior warrior whose name was Wrenfeather, a Russian blue she-cat. She was a graceful feline with delicate features and a long, lean physique. She was not a tiny cat but rather lengthy and cunning. She didn't have different muscles, but her body was athletic, and it was clear this feline knew how to move. Lavanderpaw was excited, knowing that agility was always a great thing, and it'd be good to learn how to navigate such a large stature like hers. When her training had first begun, Lavanderpaw was stumbling over her large paws, unable to keep up with the speed of Wrenfeather's training style. However, this only made her more determined, eventually getting the gist of how her training worked and followed with speed. She enjoyed a challenge, and that's precisely what Wrenfeather was constantly tossing in the damsel's direction. After training sessions, she'd visit her siblings, and the three would converse about their training and how it was going. Thymepaw's mentor seemed to excel in climbing and battle techniques, while Violetkit's mentor was more of a hunter and tracker. All three felines would grow to excel in different things, but who knows if that could change over the process.
Lavanderpaw's training got easier the more she learned and moved with her mentor. Wrenfeather would often speak to her apprentice about what she figured about the future and how Lavanderpaw would go about it. Lavanderpaw would occasionally imagine different scenarios considering Wrenfeather asked this question at least once or twice every moon. She wasn't complaining, finding it reasonable to think about her future, and Wrenfeather always kept it in front of her crania. Wrenfeather eventually addressed Lavanderpaw's concern that she had a son currently in training and two moons older than Lavanderpaw. Wrenfeather had set up a training session with her son, Tallpaw, with his mentor to train herself and Wrenfeather. It was almost instant that the two got along; finally, having a friend beside her brothers was a good start. Tallpaw was a slightly larger than average tabby, characterized by beautiful blue-green luminaries. Lavanderpaw and Tallpaw had started to have sessions together more often, opening up to each other and telling each other about everything they could share. The pair become good friends, or more so, best friends. The training wasn't only challenging, but it had become more enjoyable and exhausting. Over the moons, these two only continued to grow more fond of each other. It appeared that Lavanderpaw was beginning to form a bit of a crush on Wrenfeather's son.
Lavanderpaw had been a bit sheepish, starting to become more sheepish and nervous around Tallpaw, which brought Wrenfeather and Lavanderpaw to a talk. She became more distracted during training sessions when Tallpaw was along for the journey. When Lavanderpaw confessed that she was distracted by Tallpaw, it seemed Wrenfeather couldn't help but chuckle and encourage Lavanderpaw's feelings. Wrenfeather would sometimes tease Lavanderpaw on the matter, but it was clear she approved of the situation, even if it meant Lavanderpaw was slightly unfocused. At twelve moons, Tallpaw had told Lavanderpaw to sneak off with him into the territory, which is what they had precisely gone and done. Confused, Lavanderpaw questioned Tallpaw on the matter as to why they had snuck out into the environment in the first place. Tallpaw wasn't quick to the point, as the tom was a bit nervous. Eventually, the words slipped, and he confessed he had felt something more with Lavanderpaw. Considering the two were young, they didn't want to be labeled "mates" just yet. The two agreed that they'd make the title official after their vigil of silence. A few moons later, the two had been called about for their warrior ceremony after hard work. Fortunately, her brothers had their warrior ceremony at the same time as Lavanderpaw, so none of the siblings would be left behind.
Little did she know, she'd regret continuing her friendship...now courtship, with Tallpaw. He would grow into an absolute brute due to how Wrenfeather's mate taught him. Unfortunately, Wrenfeather wasn't aware of the training that Tallpaw was learning. Typically, apprentices only utilized their claws in emergencies or while hunting, but he often returned with wounds, meaning his mentor insisted he used them in spars. Nobody truly knew of this since Tallpaw, and his mentor would make excuses about why they returned with injuries. When Lavanderpaw explained that she was conscious of this, Tallpaw would scowl and beg the mademoiselle not to tell because he enjoyed the training thoroughly. It was as if the bachelor liked blood spill, which was sickening to Lavanderpaw.
At twelve moons, the three siblings plus Tallpaw were renamed for their warrior ceremony. Lavenderpaw was named Lavendersong for her generous nature and delicate vocals, Thymehawk for his extensive skill in battle, and Violetspring for her ability in leaping, climbing, and hunting. Not to forget Tallpaw, who had been named Tallbranch for his climbing, tracking, and hunting knowledge. Lavendersong had gone to her parents, officially introducing Tallbranch to the pair and her overprotective siblings. Thymehawk and Violetspring explained that Tallbranch would regret life if he wronged Lavendersong, which he later would. With that threat in mind, Tallbranch had always been shaky around the two siblings, despite being two moons older than Thymehawk and Violetspring. It was their intimidating size that frightened the tom. Lavendersong had a pretty ordinary, dutiful life when she was made a warrior, doing plenty of patrols. She enjoyed being a warrior, hunting patrols being her favorite, considering she'd prefer not to resort to violence. Some border patrols resort to that, and that's her most minor favorite thing; violence. She attempted to remain level-headed when hounding off trespassers, avoiding quarrels at all costs.
Lavendersong had realized her abdomen had begun to enlarge and widen. The feline decided to visit the nursery, being informed that she was pregnant with kits. A queen? She was a queen. Lavendersong was joyful but, at the same time, nervous, feeling unprepared to be a mother as she was relatively young, only seventeen moons. With Wrenfeather and her mother, Dappledwing, she should be able to get through mothering quickly. When they're born, mothering should come with instinct, or that's what her mother always said. The first feline, Lavendersong, knew she had to inform her mate, Tallbranch. Upon the news, Tallbranch was all over his significant other, proud that he's a to-be father to Lavendersong's kits. His excitement was all an act, considering her mate's plans. Next, she found the two mothers, Wrenfeather and Dappledwing; both raved about the news. Last, she found herself telling her siblings and the fathers, who congratulated her on the matter. Before Tallbranch and Lavendersong knew it, she was birthing her very own kittens, having four. She named the kits, Manekit, Brownkit, Rootkit, and Twigkit. All four kits were born healthy and decently sized, Twigkit being the smallest.
The largest was Manekit, the tom, while Rootkit was the kit in between, more average-sized than the other two. As her mother once said, mothering came pretty easy to the she-cat, enjoying the company of her kittens. Soon, their eyes opened, and they began to use their words, joy radiating from the young mother, Lavendersong, and not so much from their father, Tallbranch. Lavendersong was astounded by her children, excited to raise her young together happily, although that wasn't the case. The kittens were restricted due to their father's bitter scolding and shouting. Lavendersong often consoled her children, feeling terrible about how their father treated them. She was beginning to regret becoming official with the tom, wondering why he'd been charming at first. It was deceitful and despicable. The playful kits eventually hit six moons; everyone knows what that means. They were being apprenticed, renamed as Manepaw, Brownpaw, Rootpaw, and Twigpaw. The four apprentices were assigned mentors, all somewhat experienced warriors. Unfortunately, Manepaw was mentored by his father, Tallbranch, which concerned Lavendersong.
Lavendersong technically raised the kittens on her own, though, Manepaw was being raised strictly, followed by his mother's gentle offers. Her son was quickly altering, veering from the sweet, rambunctious kit he formally was, and it anguished Lavendersong. She kept her daughter close, fearing that Tallbranch would be more brutal toward her than he was his sons. Lavendersong's feelings for Tallbranch were briskly dissipating into thin air, loathing how he acted toward their young. Little did she know, this behavior would lead to Manepaw slashing his sister, Rootpaw. Lavendersong had done her best to protect her daughter, and there she had felt like she had failed. The mademoiselle scolded Manepaw for this discrepancy in his nature, infuriated by his behavior, taught well by his father, Tallbranch. Lavendersong quickly grew sick of Tallbranch's personality and her son, Manepaw. Lavendersong decided to keep her children close, other than Manepaw, regarding his pathetic decisions, annoyed by how he treated his sister.
When her children became warriors, she congratulated Rootface first, followed by her other two. She practically ignored Maneroar, believing that he would never change and only worsen, especially if he took after Tallbranch. Lavendersong put on a fake face in front of others when conversing with her verbally abusive mate, Tallbranch, though in private, they often argued. At one point, Tallbranch had pinned Lavendersong while they were out on patrol, astray from the rest of the group. Lavendersong was disgusted, feeling she'd failed her children with the father figure they had. As the moons passed on, her relationship with Tallbranch only worsened, and they often bickered in front of a few clanmates. Gradually, Lavendersong realized that he was no good for her, just as she wasn't for him. The warrior was drained from their bond, finally breaking off the relationship.
NAME HERE
Basic Information
NO ONE IS ACTUALLY DEAD
UNTIL THE RIPPLES THEY CAUSED DIE AWAY.
UNTIL THE RIPPLES THEY CAUSED DIE AWAY.
NAME | Lavendersong. | PAST NAME(S) | Lavenderkit, Lavenderpaw. |
AGE | Thirty-eight moons. | GENDER | Female. |
PRONOUNS | She/Her/Hers. | SEXUALITY | Pansexual. |
CLAN | ElkClan. | RANK | Warrior. |
BREED | Moggie. | ADOPTED FROM | Adopted from readlliea . |
Appearance
A SCAR SIMPLY MEANS YOU WERE
STRONGER THAN WHATEVER TRIED TON HURT YOU.
STRONGER THAN WHATEVER TRIED TON HURT YOU.
Lavendersong is a decently-sized mademoiselle, slightly above average. She is predominantly brown and black tabby, with lengthy brown fur with black classic Mackeral striping across her flanks extending to her tail. She harbors lean muscle beneath her pelt, defining her physique with a substantial build. She possesses a sturdy frame, surprisingly challenging to knock off balance with ease. Lavendersong's throat, chest, and belly are pure white, with four socks on her foundations, tufted with fur to keep her toes warm during the colder seasons. The damsel's countenance is round and plush, with splotches speckled on her maw with a white chin. Lavendersong's eyes are delicate golden with light green undertones. During the warmer seasons, her fur is less dense, though thick throughout Leafbare and Leaf-fall.Quick description: A large long-furred brown tabby with black stripes and golden eyes.
Personality
SCARS MAY FADE
BUT THEY LAST FOREVER.
BUT THEY LAST FOREVER.
Lavendersong would probably be seen from an outside perspective as the motherly type, which is, for the most part, true. The damsel is exceptionally patient, but she earned patience over time, considering she basically raised four kits independently. Patience is a virtue; she acquired it through her wild kits, thinking they were always on their paws, ready to get into trouble. Lavendersong is a very supportive mademoiselle, sharing her knowledge and experience with those amidst herself, choosing empathy over judgment. She gives her time and energy to just about anyone, even if it's a mere stranger. She'd be willing to provide a loner or rogue advice, but at the same time, she may not be unless she sees something good within them. Considering she's always concerned about the health of others, she finds herself quite observant, spending time scrutinizing others' emotional states and attempting to view things from their perspective. She's good at identifying issues with others, immediately trying to be the shoulder to lean on. Considering she technically watched over four children on her lonesome, she has become notably watchful, particularly in her sightings. Without a doubt, Lavendersong is loyal, never dividing her loyalty to the clan or her clanmates. Most likely, she'd never turn her back against anyone other than an outsider. She isn't only loyal to her clanmates but loyal to any ideas she's imagined, dedicating herself to them and others. Reluctant. Very reluctant, this damsel is. Lavendersong is exceedingly unwilling to change; perhaps, if another attempted to explain she lacks the protection of her feelings, she would allow those words to go in one ear and out the other. She believes change isn't necessary, wanting those to be who they've become. The she-cat is deemed meticulous, paying attention to the minor bits of detail to the point where she appears to be a perfectionist, though she certainly isn't one. Carefulness and precision are believed essential to molly, not desiring to overlook any components, whether it's something she's admiring or someone speaking. A good warrior she is, but also not quite. Lavendersong is not quick to defend her territory; instead, she talks things out with a cordial disposition before an altercation arises. This being is, she's passive, allowing others to go without a fight. She isn't a huge fan of violence, but never will she attack first. Being civil is more for Lavendersong, not brutality unless the enemy has done something horrendous, such as murder or maiming one of her clanmates. On the other paw, while she's great at convincing others, she's skeptical, not allowing others to influence her so easily. She has trouble trusting the sense of others unless they are in authority, such as the leader, considering they're superiors for a reason. As the deputy, her ambition and headstrong nature may become more prominent and vigorous.
The herculean of a she-cat is repressed, well, at least suppresses her feelings. She may appear confidential and mysterious, but she internalizes her feelings, not allowing them to break through. She puts her feelings behind herself, prioritizing others before herself. Lavendersong lacks protection from her feelings, as she frequently worries about others. This concern often leads her into a pit of frustration and stress. Unfortunately, Lavendersong is too altruistic. Of course, it's not awful to be benevolent, but Lavendersong is overridden unselfishness to a point where it's too unselfish. A sweetheart with an intimidating size and face, always hoping that things are bound to get better eventually, pushing others to strive. Lavendersong is secretive, not in a disloyal way, but with her own emotions and feelings. She's constantly at battle with them since she's busy protecting others, not her well-being. She's not transparent, as she hides these things with ease. Rarely will someone catch her showing emotion other than a joyous and enthusiastic demeanor, hiding away all those pessimistic emotions she harbors. While Lavendersong is brilliant, she has a moderately nonchalant attitude, somewhat contrasting and deceiving. She has a very calm, lowly harmonious, and breezy voice that is delicate to the ears.
Statistics
SCARS REVEAL WHERE WE'VE BEEN
BUT NOT WHERE WE ARE GOING.
BUT NOT WHERE WE ARE GOING.
HEALTH | 14. | STRENGTH | 19. |
AGILITY | 17. | INTELLIGENCE | 15. |
LUCK | 11. | TOTAL | 76. |
Backstory
SCARS ARE STORIES WHERE
HISTORY IS WRITTEN ON THE BODY.
HISTORY IS WRITTEN ON THE BODY.
◉ BIRTH
Dappledwing had been in the nursery one Leaf-Fall evening, birthing her kits. The three kittens were born; one ginger tom, one brown and black tabby she-kit, and a diluted calico she-kit. All three kittens were close in size, the tom being the largest, but the sisters were close in proximity of size. Dappledwing and Heavydust had been relatively giant felines for SalmonClanners, so it wasn't surprising that their kittens would also grow to be significant. These three kits were named Lavenderkit, Violetkit, and Thymekit. Their parents expected their kits to develop into powerful fighters, with a behemoth size, towering over most of their clanmates. They believed the three children would become great additions to SalmonClans.◉ KITHOOD
The three kits had gotten along exceptionally well, but as the only male out of the siblings, Thymekit was often picked on by his sisters, though typically, toms would pick on their sister(s). Thankfully, his immense size was enough and he handled his sister's quite well, almost unbothered. Lavenderkit and Violetkit often double-teamed their brother, Thymekit in play fights, giving him more to manage. He dealt with it well, occasionally defeating his sisters, but most of the time, he permitted his sisters to conquer him. Her father, Snagtooth sometimes pulled her aside, giving her advice to force a challenge upon her larger brother, Thymekit, giving them more to handle and depict his next move. She enjoyed receiving advice from her father, joyous when he'd praise her for pinning her siblings. It was amusing to witness the disappointment in their faces when she defeated them, scornful of her strength and skills despite her smaller size.◉ APPRENTICESHIP
The day had come, their apprentice ceremony. Lavenderkit, Violetkit, and Thymekit stepped up, listening to their names being called and renamed for their apprenticeship. It appeared Violetkit and Lavenderkit were satisfied with their mentors. Still, Thymekit had been complaining that he wanted a more experienced warrior since he was a young warrior, first time mentoring. Meanwhile, Lavanderpaw was assigned with a senior warrior whose name was Wrenfeather, a Russian blue she-cat. She was a graceful feline with delicate features and a long, lean physique. She was not a tiny cat but rather lengthy and cunning. She didn't have different muscles, but her body was athletic, and it was clear this feline knew how to move. Lavanderpaw was excited, knowing that agility was always a great thing, and it'd be good to learn how to navigate such a large stature like hers. When her training had first begun, Lavanderpaw was stumbling over her large paws, unable to keep up with the speed of Wrenfeather's training style. However, this only made her more determined, eventually getting the gist of how her training worked and followed with speed. She enjoyed a challenge, and that's precisely what Wrenfeather was constantly tossing in the damsel's direction. After training sessions, she'd visit her siblings, and the three would converse about their training and how it was going. Thymepaw's mentor seemed to excel in climbing and battle techniques, while Violetkit's mentor was more of a hunter and tracker. All three felines would grow to excel in different things, but who knows if that could change over the process.Lavanderpaw's training got easier the more she learned and moved with her mentor. Wrenfeather would often speak to her apprentice about what she figured about the future and how Lavanderpaw would go about it. Lavanderpaw would occasionally imagine different scenarios considering Wrenfeather asked this question at least once or twice every moon. She wasn't complaining, finding it reasonable to think about her future, and Wrenfeather always kept it in front of her crania. Wrenfeather eventually addressed Lavanderpaw's concern that she had a son currently in training and two moons older than Lavanderpaw. Wrenfeather had set up a training session with her son, Tallpaw, with his mentor to train herself and Wrenfeather. It was almost instant that the two got along; finally, having a friend beside her brothers was a good start. Tallpaw was a slightly larger than average tabby, characterized by beautiful blue-green luminaries. Lavanderpaw and Tallpaw had started to have sessions together more often, opening up to each other and telling each other about everything they could share. The pair become good friends, or more so, best friends. The training wasn't only challenging, but it had become more enjoyable and exhausting. Over the moons, these two only continued to grow more fond of each other. It appeared that Lavanderpaw was beginning to form a bit of a crush on Wrenfeather's son.
Lavanderpaw had been a bit sheepish, starting to become more sheepish and nervous around Tallpaw, which brought Wrenfeather and Lavanderpaw to a talk. She became more distracted during training sessions when Tallpaw was along for the journey. When Lavanderpaw confessed that she was distracted by Tallpaw, it seemed Wrenfeather couldn't help but chuckle and encourage Lavanderpaw's feelings. Wrenfeather would sometimes tease Lavanderpaw on the matter, but it was clear she approved of the situation, even if it meant Lavanderpaw was slightly unfocused. At twelve moons, Tallpaw had told Lavanderpaw to sneak off with him into the territory, which is what they had precisely gone and done. Confused, Lavanderpaw questioned Tallpaw on the matter as to why they had snuck out into the environment in the first place. Tallpaw wasn't quick to the point, as the tom was a bit nervous. Eventually, the words slipped, and he confessed he had felt something more with Lavanderpaw. Considering the two were young, they didn't want to be labeled "mates" just yet. The two agreed that they'd make the title official after their vigil of silence. A few moons later, the two had been called about for their warrior ceremony after hard work. Fortunately, her brothers had their warrior ceremony at the same time as Lavanderpaw, so none of the siblings would be left behind.
Little did she know, she'd regret continuing her friendship...now courtship, with Tallpaw. He would grow into an absolute brute due to how Wrenfeather's mate taught him. Unfortunately, Wrenfeather wasn't aware of the training that Tallpaw was learning. Typically, apprentices only utilized their claws in emergencies or while hunting, but he often returned with wounds, meaning his mentor insisted he used them in spars. Nobody truly knew of this since Tallpaw, and his mentor would make excuses about why they returned with injuries. When Lavanderpaw explained that she was conscious of this, Tallpaw would scowl and beg the mademoiselle not to tell because he enjoyed the training thoroughly. It was as if the bachelor liked blood spill, which was sickening to Lavanderpaw.
◉ WARRIORHOOD
At twelve moons, the three siblings plus Tallpaw were renamed for their warrior ceremony. Lavenderpaw was named Lavendersong for her generous nature and delicate vocals, Thymehawk for his extensive skill in battle, and Violetspring for her ability in leaping, climbing, and hunting. Not to forget Tallpaw, who had been named Tallbranch for his climbing, tracking, and hunting knowledge. Lavendersong had gone to her parents, officially introducing Tallbranch to the pair and her overprotective siblings. Thymehawk and Violetspring explained that Tallbranch would regret life if he wronged Lavendersong, which he later would. With that threat in mind, Tallbranch had always been shaky around the two siblings, despite being two moons older than Thymehawk and Violetspring. It was their intimidating size that frightened the tom. Lavendersong had a pretty ordinary, dutiful life when she was made a warrior, doing plenty of patrols. She enjoyed being a warrior, hunting patrols being her favorite, considering she'd prefer not to resort to violence. Some border patrols resort to that, and that's her most minor favorite thing; violence. She attempted to remain level-headed when hounding off trespassers, avoiding quarrels at all costs. Lavendersong had realized her abdomen had begun to enlarge and widen. The feline decided to visit the nursery, being informed that she was pregnant with kits. A queen? She was a queen. Lavendersong was joyful but, at the same time, nervous, feeling unprepared to be a mother as she was relatively young, only seventeen moons. With Wrenfeather and her mother, Dappledwing, she should be able to get through mothering quickly. When they're born, mothering should come with instinct, or that's what her mother always said. The first feline, Lavendersong, knew she had to inform her mate, Tallbranch. Upon the news, Tallbranch was all over his significant other, proud that he's a to-be father to Lavendersong's kits. His excitement was all an act, considering her mate's plans. Next, she found the two mothers, Wrenfeather and Dappledwing; both raved about the news. Last, she found herself telling her siblings and the fathers, who congratulated her on the matter. Before Tallbranch and Lavendersong knew it, she was birthing her very own kittens, having four. She named the kits, Manekit, Brownkit, Rootkit, and Twigkit. All four kits were born healthy and decently sized, Twigkit being the smallest.
The largest was Manekit, the tom, while Rootkit was the kit in between, more average-sized than the other two. As her mother once said, mothering came pretty easy to the she-cat, enjoying the company of her kittens. Soon, their eyes opened, and they began to use their words, joy radiating from the young mother, Lavendersong, and not so much from their father, Tallbranch. Lavendersong was astounded by her children, excited to raise her young together happily, although that wasn't the case. The kittens were restricted due to their father's bitter scolding and shouting. Lavendersong often consoled her children, feeling terrible about how their father treated them. She was beginning to regret becoming official with the tom, wondering why he'd been charming at first. It was deceitful and despicable. The playful kits eventually hit six moons; everyone knows what that means. They were being apprenticed, renamed as Manepaw, Brownpaw, Rootpaw, and Twigpaw. The four apprentices were assigned mentors, all somewhat experienced warriors. Unfortunately, Manepaw was mentored by his father, Tallbranch, which concerned Lavendersong.
Lavendersong technically raised the kittens on her own, though, Manepaw was being raised strictly, followed by his mother's gentle offers. Her son was quickly altering, veering from the sweet, rambunctious kit he formally was, and it anguished Lavendersong. She kept her daughter close, fearing that Tallbranch would be more brutal toward her than he was his sons. Lavendersong's feelings for Tallbranch were briskly dissipating into thin air, loathing how he acted toward their young. Little did she know, this behavior would lead to Manepaw slashing his sister, Rootpaw. Lavendersong had done her best to protect her daughter, and there she had felt like she had failed. The mademoiselle scolded Manepaw for this discrepancy in his nature, infuriated by his behavior, taught well by his father, Tallbranch. Lavendersong quickly grew sick of Tallbranch's personality and her son, Manepaw. Lavendersong decided to keep her children close, other than Manepaw, regarding his pathetic decisions, annoyed by how he treated his sister.
When her children became warriors, she congratulated Rootface first, followed by her other two. She practically ignored Maneroar, believing that he would never change and only worsen, especially if he took after Tallbranch. Lavendersong put on a fake face in front of others when conversing with her verbally abusive mate, Tallbranch, though in private, they often argued. At one point, Tallbranch had pinned Lavendersong while they were out on patrol, astray from the rest of the group. Lavendersong was disgusted, feeling she'd failed her children with the father figure they had. As the moons passed on, her relationship with Tallbranch only worsened, and they often bickered in front of a few clanmates. Gradually, Lavendersong realized that he was no good for her, just as she wasn't for him. The warrior was drained from their bond, finally breaking off the relationship.
◉ PRESENT DAY
It's only been about a moon since Lavendersong broke things off with Tallbranch, though she constantly felt paranoid that he was plotting against her. Lavendersong has attempted to keep a close bond with her kin, despite the nonexistent relationship between her and their father. She believed it was for the best of her health and her childrens'.
FAMILY & RELATIONSHIPS
IF IT IS DESTROYING YOU,
THEN IT IS NOT LOVE.
THEN IT IS NOT LOVE.
FATHER | Heavydust. | MOTHER | Dappledwing. |
BROTHER(S) | Thymehawk. | SISTER(S) | Violetspring. |
OTHER(S) | None. | MATE | None. |
INTEREST | None. | MENTOR | None. |
APPRENTICE | None. | FORMER APPRENTICE(S) | None. |
🖤 Hates.
💔 Misses.
💖 Adores.
🧡 Distrusts.
💘 Crush.
💕 In love.
💗 Platonic/familial love.
💜 Respects.
💛 Afraid of.
🤍 Stranger.
💚 Friends.
💞 Good friends.
💙 Dislikes.
💔 Misses.
💖 Adores.
🧡 Distrusts.
💘 Crush.
💕 In love.
💗 Platonic/familial love.
💜 Respects.
💛 Afraid of.
🤍 Stranger.
💚 Friends.
💞 Good friends.
💙 Dislikes.
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