"Dunelight! Dunelight!" the warriors of FireClan cried out, this time with a bit more force, Dawncloud's voice carrying out over the others, and even a timid Desertrose poking her head out from the nursery's den to look down at the bald kit she had cared for so many moons ago.
Age: 18 moons
Breed: Unknown- resembles a Sphynx or similar, but mother was coated.
Build: Barely average in height, long ears and legs, thin, average length tail.
Extras: Dunelight now sports a collection of scars from a fight with the DawnClan apprentice, Lilypaw, the most notable being across the bridge of her muzzle, on either shoulder and a long scar across her rear.
Dunelight is in actuality a sweet young she-cat with an enormous heart, but she hides that behind an icy, defensive wall. Desperate and determined to prove herself, she seemsdefensive and harsh at the outset, afraid to be emotionally hurt. She's very self conscious of her lack of fur, but tries to act like she doesn't care and is immune to what other cats think. This is entirely false, however. She takes training very seriously, but loves every moment of it and sees boundless wonder and opportunity in the world. Fiercely loyal and at times sharp tongued. Tries to keep up a 'tough, could care less' image but is actually extremely sensitive. Once she opens up she's playful and competitive, and mostly just wants to be accepted for who she is-by herself as well.
- Eager to learn
- Swift and nimble
- Tough exterior; relatively tolerant of pain
- Fiercely loyal
- Hairless, sensitive to the sun
- Pawpads and skin easily burn
- Self Conscious
- Relatively low self esteem
- Can be sharp tongued and hotheaded
Mentor: Former: Darktail
Dunekit was born as a single kit to a very pompous, vain queen named Lilyose, who rejected her only daughter at birth and refused to take care her or even bestow upon the little one a name, seeing her as a shame and disappointment.
She was not unloved, however. The tiny newborn kitten was immediately taken in by an adoptive queen who nursed her, raised her, and was fiercely overprotective of the little one she named "Dunekit".
Acquaintance / Like
Kindlestar She's our leader. She is pretty great.
Twopelt Our deputy.
Emberstripe The medicine cat of FireClan.
Darktail M...my mentor. I hope I can be good enough in his eyes. *ducks head*
I haven't talked to him in...a long time.
Ivorybird She...she's nice.
Adderpaw He...he's different. N-no, I don't like him, I'm not that mousebrained! A FireClanner could never be with a MoonClanner...n-not that I'd want to be, or-or anything. He's just a furball. StarClan, why? He's so...he's sweet. F-for a furball. *flattens ears and glances away* Mousedung.
We met by the border. H-he's...he's everything to me. Never before have I been able to be myself around a cat, to truly have...a friend. I...I l-love you Adderpaw. You're the best friend any cat could ask for. So...thank you.
bulletyellow: I miss you. Hazefire said you gained a warrior name before...before...you left. Adderstrike. It fits you.
Hazefire I met him by the border. He's...not like any cat I've ever met before. He made me think. About myself.
Silentbreeze That DawnClan cat...all I did was tell her she smelled...but just wait, when I'm a warrior, she'll never be able to beat me again!
I haven't seen her again. Good.
She wasn't sure how long she'd been pacing in front of the apprentice's den, paws sweating from anxiety and skin prickling uneasily as the rut in the sandy rocks grew more well defined. Kindlestar must have had bees in her brains for giving her an apprentice - for StarClan's sake she had been dreading the possibility ever since becoming a warrior, although she'd thought - and hoped it'd be entirely unlikely. After all, what did she have to offer? There were much more capable, qualified warriors - ones who actually had experience with social interaction, ones that could be looked up to. Not an antisocial, hairless wreck like her.
Stomach churning with nerves, she flicked her amber eyes towards the apprentice den, before giving an anxious look at the sun. They'd have to train by morning and late afternoon - unless she wanted to get burnt horribly by the sun. Swallowing, she opened her mouth to call out, then found her voice had gone. She swallowed. What would they do first? What did Darktail teach her? What was she supposed to do? Half wanting to just run off and pretend that she'd been called off on some obscure patrol, she swallowed, terror mounting in her stomach.
Birdpaw had been sitting in the apprentice's den feeling as though ants were crawling through her fur all day. She had already talked Archpaw's ears off, asking the older apprentice all about training and how much fun it was and how nice her mentor would be. Saying she was excited was probably an understatement. Even though she had only been an apprentice for a few days she felt like her whole life was leading up to this. She hadn't even met Dunelight for more than a shy 'hello' when they touched noses! She hoped that the few things she'd learned from her older friend about what to do when you accidentally mess up- play it cool and pretend you meant to- would stick when she embarrassed herself in front of Dunelight.
The small apprentice pricked her ears at the sound of her name and her paws itched with excitement. "Play it cool, Birdpaw..." she mumbled before poking her head outside, smiling at the familiar face of her mentor. "H-hi," she mewed, stepping out and trying not to let her nervous energy make her act afool. "Nice to meet you, Dunelight," she added quickly, hoping to be polite.
Almost as soon as she had spoken she regretted it, her ears burning a painful red, and she was almost ready to bolt, when a cheerful face poked out of the apprentice’s den, and Dunelight’s eyes widened, her heart pounding with an intensity greater than that of the FireClan sun. Birdpaw. Paws sweating heavily, so much so she wouldn’t be surprised if she left salty pawprints in the dust, she swallowed, terror clasping her stomach. She couldn’t do this. Whatever foolish thought about being a mentor she’d had, if any, was gone. This was worse than battle.
”Ah…” She began awkwardly, mouth dry and feeling as if it was laced with cotton. ”Right…you…too.” The hairless she-cat murmured, feeling her entire body burning and tinted pink. Great going, Dunelight.
”So…” She murmured, staring down at Birdpaw, at a complete loss for words. ”Right.” She cleared her throat, anxiety pricking at her skin, completely at a loss for what to say. It was going to be a long, long six moons.
Pacing along the Fireclan Border Hazefire let out a sigh, he'd only been sent here because apparently there'd been some sort of incident on the border with one of the Apprentices during their assignment and Fallenstar had just wanted him to go and check it out.
He had to admit, he'd spewed a lot of hatred for Fallenstar, and had probably been a lot more vocal about it than the others in the Clan, but perhaps... perhaps there was a chance that he was ready to change. The Great War seemed to have brought out both the worst and the best in the Leader, and thankfully he seemed to be landing on the latter.
But the border seemed quiet, there were a couple of places where the scent line crossed, that must have been where the incident a day or two ago had been, but nothing fresher.
Perhaps he should start to head back and report to Fallenstar before finding Goldflame to share some freshkill with.
Are you there, Adderpaw?
It had been many moons since the loss of her friend, and ever since she had fallen into a downward spiral. Rarely did she talk to other cats, rarely did her ears stand perked. She felt so utterly alone. If only he had still been alive, if only she had gotten to say goodbye! Frowning as she neared the MoonClan border, she pinned her ears flat against her skull, mind flickering to that good-for-nothing apprentice who had decided to cross the border to chase after their prey. It had been a relatively rare incident, but nonetheless, she gave herself a shake and tensed her hind legs, scaling the cliff wall with the precision that could only be held by a seasoned FireClan warrior. Claws extended to assist in her ascent, the hairless she-cat pulled herself over the cliff wall, only to find herself glaring into the eyes of a much darker tom. Her lip curled into a snarl.
"W-what in the name of StarClan do you think you're doing here?" She hissed, her temper growing hotter the longer her gaze rested on the MoonClanner. Seasons ago she would have been thrilled to meet up with a certain MoonClan tom...but now he was gone. And he wasn't coming back. A mix of despair and growing anger churned in her belly. Now all MoonClan meant was pain.
"Well?" She added, face contorted into a snarl.
"I'm sorry," he stepped away from the border apologetically, "I was too close to the border it won't happen again, I'd just been sent to check it," he didn't mention Fallenstar by name, he knew that was a bad move, particularly with things how they were.
Now that he looked closer and from a safer distance he found he did recognise this she-cat, Dune... something, he'd seen her at Gatherings, not that he'd really gone over to talk to her, she'd been an Apprentice then, and it was unusual for Warriors to talk to the rank below them unless they had friends still in that rank or were approached by one.
He wondered if she was particularly cold at this time of year. He knew it was warmer in Fireclan than it was in his own Clan, but surely even they'd experienced a drop in temperature which would make it cold relative to them.
How would Tornkit of done if he'd made it to Leafbare in Moonclan? Hazefire wasn't confident it would have gone so well, perhaps in that sense it was a blessing that he died when he was still so young.
Piercing amber gaze wary, the scarred she-cat frowned as she glared into the MoonClanner’s eyes, her head raised ever so slightly in defiance, muzzle twitching as she waited for what was surely to come. She was prepared. For staring, scoffing, incredulous remarks. She’d faced it all. Dunelight tightened her lips, stiffened her posture, as if preparing herself for an attack, partially unsheathed tawny claws.
But the perpetual onslaught didn’t come. She blinked as the dark tabby apologized, and she pinned her oversized ears against her skull, flicking her gaze over his form, a half-formed growl in her throat. Confusion crossed her gaze, and she swallowed, eyes narrowed. “Right. You’d better be.” The FireClanner scoffed, though her unprepared words came out oddly. She glanced aside, feeling her chest tighten up. The last cat who’d reacted similarly…Adderpaw…he was gone. So long gone. He’d promised. And now he was nothing more than a memory, a flicker of what once was, what could have been. She felt her stomach writhe.
”Go away.” The words were sudden, tight. She forced herself to stare aside, her claws tightening their grip on the ground, legs stiffening. Memories, dreams she’d locked up in the deepest, safest place in her mind were fighting to be set free. How long had it been since she'd lost him? How many moons had passed since their promise? How long had it been since she had truly allowed herself to feel, to allow the ice around her heart to waver. She felt numb, and without warning she saw his face in her mind's eye, his ghostly scent. The feeling of his fur against hers. Her heart was pounding, her paws were trembling. She was coming apart, and this stupid MoonClanner would be her undoing. A salty tear stung her eye, and she felt another hiss rumble up in her throat.
Wanna RP with Duney and Twitchie sometime?
I think they would have an interesting interaction!!
Breathe in. Breathe out.
The young FireClanner scaled up the reddish cliff wall, her claws unsheathed, digging into the plentiful cracks that seemed to be placed there as pawholds by StarClan itself. This was quite possibly the dumbest thing she had ever set her mind to. For all she knew, the dumbest thing that any proper FireClanner had ever done. But she supposed, she wasn't an ordinary FireClanner. Not really. She exhaled deeply as she pulled herself over the cliff's rim, and for a moment, she paused, looking behind her. The gorge stretched as far as the eyes could see - the waterfall that fed the Flame Pond was twinkling in the sun's rays. It was just after the hottest part of the day, and just now were the FireClan warriors stirring to resume their duties. All but her.
She hesitated. Was this really such a good idea? It wasn't too late to turn back...No. She answered herself, and turned her back on the gorge. Hopefully she would be back before any cat noticed her absence. She was hardly the most popular cat in the Clan, what was the likelihood that any cat would even notice if she spent the entire day out? She pinned back her ears, flicking the tip of one. That was the last thing she needed to think about. She had a friend. A real, true friend. One that made her heart flutter inside her chest, one who made her feel good. And with any luck...she would see him.
Paws trodding softly on the rocky ground that soon turned lush, the hairless she-cat dropped into a low crouch as she approached the border, the strong scent of MoonClan wafting towards her. Glancing behind her, to make sure no cat was following, she leapt the last distance to the border, and huddled in the grass. And there she waited.
This would be the third time in the past few sunhigh's that he came out here. Though he was starting to think that it was a waste of time. The young tabby Moonclanner was beginning to wonder if he'd even see her out here, seeing as the gorge was quite a steep climb. Would she be willing to make that climb, just to see him? He wasn't truly anything special- just an average tom, who did average things. He didn't even have that many friends in his own clan. Maybe she wasn't showing up, because she decided just that: he wasn't worth her time. Besides, he might be missed by his mentor, or his sister's. Then again, they didn't seem to notice when he was gone for these long periods of time. Or, at least none of them had said anything to him about it. Either way, he felt he should stop coming out here. One of these sunhigh's, he's going to run into a Fireclan warrior- and deeply regret it.
Shaking his head of those thoughts, he opened his mouth to scent the border. It wasn't too far off. He still had time to give up and go home, especially since she probably wouldn't be there. All he could smell was the border marks- no wait. There was a stronger Fireclan smell. A cat smell, not a border smell. Whether or not it was her, someone was there. Lowering himself into a stalking position, he crept through the brush, moving slow, and quiet. It was strange to feel actual grass and dirt under his paws, after being in the snow for so long. But here, near the Fireclan border, it seemed that the snow never got a chance to touch the ground. It was just dry.
He used the shadow's of the few tree's to keep hidden, trying to scent where this cat was. He didn't see anyone.. Maybe the scent was from a Fireclanner who was here earlier. Though it was pretty fresh. Perhaps somecat just did a patrol not too long ago, but was already gone. Hesitantly, he stepped out of his camouflage, and stepped towards the border.
"He would chase Adderpaw off while spouting death threats, and then give Dune a very long speech on the way back.
About duty and how MoonClan is FireClan's enemy and blah blah blah.
And how she has friends and family on FireClan that care for her and that she shouldn't betray them...
Again blah blah blah. XD"
Sound cool? uwu))
But yes, this will work. Very much so.))
She held her breath as a fresh whiff of MoonClan scent drifted towards her, and the young she-cat flattened her ears and froze, expecting the worst - a fully fledged MoonClan patrol. They would surely have the advantage. For a heartbeat, she considered retreating. No harm if she wasn't seen, right? Then, the brush a few fox lengths ahead stirred, and she felt her heart skip a beat. "Adderpaw!"
((Sorry it's short, I'm in a rush |D;; ))