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FINALLY DONE WRITING YOU GUYYSSS! WOOOOOO

Edit; 8-21-18

Now reaching the point of the books where Thistleclaw is in play, I've decided to change Emberpelt's mentor name to, "Bristlebush" to avoid confusion. Also because Thistleclaw is horrible and I don't want MY ADORABLE MENTOR SON TO BE ANYWAY SHAPE OR FORM RESEMBLE that cretin.
Also her family relations has been updated.

Name: Emberkit | Emberpaw | Emberpelt
  -name meaning: Prefix of "Ember" given to her because of the orange flecks on her back that became more noticeable as she grew to a full kit
  -nicknames: Sassafrass

Clan: Windclan
  -rank: Deputy

Age: 48 Moons
Gender: Female
Birthday: July 4th
Heritage: Clanborn

Mentors: Bristlebush
Past apprentices: Rainpaw/RainHeart, Longpaw/Longear
Current apprentice: Wildpaw

Breed: Bombay-Trukish Van Mix (Also some unidentified mixes)
  -build: Lean and fit; masculine but not bulky
  -size: Medium to tall
  -fur texture: Short and silky

Physical appearance: A fit, lean, grey she cat with a triangular orange patch by her left eye, a white stripe down the left of her chin and neck with a white dot at the bottom, three orange, unsymmetrical stripes on her back, orange specks/dots peppering her back and neck, and dull amber brown eyes.
  -mutations/deformities: none so far

Accessories: none
Scent: Dust and parsley

Abilites - (they go from a scale of 1-10)
  -strength: 2
   -agility: 6
  -speed: 7
  -stealth: 3
  -hunting: 5
  -fighting: 3
  -swimming: 1
  -climbing: 3
  -thinking: 8

CLAN PERKS:
-Windclan cats can exceed the max of 4 bullets for speed stat. the max for warriors is 5, deputies and leaders can go past

Personality:

-Demanding
-Snappy
-Neurotic/Meticulious

+ Quick-Witted
+ High-flier
+Focused

. Sassy
. Rough Houser
. Unsmiling (Resting Hate Face)

Emberpelt is a bit of a dick. It takes a bit for others to take a liking to her, especially if they're an apprentice. She's not afraid to speak her mind, even with harsh words, and usually does so in a way that leaves no room to argue. She's great with the combacks and never misses a beat. She uses this skill mostly to get people to work harder and she is constantly checking to make sure that everyone is working. She does give warriors she like a bit of reprieve and let them rest if they've done good work, but for apprentices she's pretty much on them like fire on wood. She strives for greatness in all of her clan, and she has the ability to see greatness in everyone, which is why she feels she has to work and snap at them. It's rare, if ever, to see her relax completely, until everything is checked over and over and to her liking--which is usually never. But, usually, she can flip this neurotic nature into something more focused; striving to be organized and figure out new solutions and ideas to better the clan.
Although her snappy sassy nature leave cats thinking she's a dick--the fact that she never smiles doesn't help--she does know how to have fun. She absolutely adores kits and loves playing with them. And for those who are brave enough to challange her, of equal-ish strength, who mutually likeable, they may find themselves in some roughhousing. She's usually quite embarrassed if she's every caught playfighting, but it is one of her most favorite things to do.

History:

  Kithood: Born with three other siblings to play with, plenty of food, and in a generally peaceful time, her kithood was pretty good! There are few, long past memories she can recall where her two brothers and her sister would relax in the sun, eating their bellies full. But there had been a moment, when she watched as a patrol party came back, heads held high, where her mouth had gone so slack that she had dropped the half eaten vole onto the ground, watching in awe as they came to join with the other warriors. She can recall distinctly that, even though nothing out of the ordinary had happened to that patrol, they had looked proud and confident; true warriors that Emberkit and her siblings would soon grow to be. Elated at the thought, she turned to her brothers and sister to show them the sight... but her smile fell as they yawned and halfheartedly bopped each other; they couldn't even play fight with energy. She looked up to her mom, who purred with affection as she looked at her bundle of kits. Wanting to roughhouse and practice for apprenticeship, Emberkit rumbled over to her, tackling her paw but her mother had just picked her up and set her back down with her siblings, trying to calm her burst of energy. Mission failed. Begrudgingly accepting her defeat, Emberkit had just huffed, and looked over to the warriors. Adorned with battlescars, lean, fierce, and knowledgeable were the warriors--the exact opposite of the clean, soft, plump, sluggish nature of her siblings--and Emberkit decided she wanted to be like them. Just as confident and graceful and proud. An honorable warrior of Windclan.

While her brothers grew into a more... laid back type of cat, Emberkit desperately looked around for anything to tackle and play with. She found that back-talking, riling people up, was a good way to find someone to play with seriously.... however she quickly found out how low she was on the strength ranking. But there was another skill she possessed; and that was out-thinking other cats. She was a bit of a gossip in her kithood; spreading rumors, mouthing off. But she was quick and good at finding places so hiding to watch the commotion or to escape an on coming foe was easy.
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  Apprenticehood: Bristlebush was her mentor, and as soon as she was assigned to him, he made sure to give her the what for. He had looked at her brothers, still lazy and hard to train, and figured she was the same. He made sure to push her in strength as soon as he found that was what she was lacking in. However, he found she had a thing for mouthing off and quick witted comebacks and has a blunt and serious sit down. He tells her she could be doing better, thinking better, and if she's not going to get good in strength, then use her bite and her head to outwit the enemy. She has a serious thought about it that night, and the next morning she is doing just that. But she realizes nothing will beat outright strength, and she tries and trains until the moon is high in the sky to get better at everything else. She gets even faster, even more cunning, even swifter, until she's able to outright kick Bristlebush's furry behind without barely laying a paw on him. That day, she gets praised, and it's the best day of her life so far up until then.
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  Warriorhood: Things start to go downhill once she is a warrior. It seems like all the bad stuff happens at once, too. Her siblings are still apprentices, but her sister seems to be doing well. Her brothers are a different story. They struggle in their training. Nightpaw longs for the better days of his kithood white Patchpaw grumbles and complains through every bit they have to do. She tries to encourage them, but they simply glare in her direction; playfully mocking them has them turning up their tail to her and, at one point, outright swiping at her. Not long after she becomes a warrior, her sister is bit by an adder, and despite having the medicine cat's full attention, she doesn't pull through. Patchpaw goes quiet, and the night after they share tongues with their sister for the last time, he disappears. Nightpaw tells her in a mumbled voice that Patch hadn't wanted anything to do with the clans anymore. It seems absurd to her ears, she doesn't understand why any cat could just leave, and when she looks back at Nightpaw's face, wanting encouragement in how outrageous abandonment, she can see it clear as day that he's going to do the same damned thing. But, to his credit, Nightpaw sticks around for a little while longer, catches food while he can and barely eats any of it, tries to provide something before he leaves. It's the morning after the snow of leaf bare, that he wakes her in the middle of the night. He licks her forehead, gives her one last nuzzle, and walks off; not a word spoken. He's long gone when the sun rises.

When she announces that he's not coming back, it's like the whole clan is looking at her with inevitability; when is she going to leave too? She doubles down on everything she does from then on, just to show everyone she's not going to go anywhere. She learns intently who every cat is, knows them intimately so she can throw that cocked-eyebrow look right back in their face should they dare give her that look. She makes sure she hunts twice as much, and laughs in the face of those who didn't bring anything back. She patrols with the speed and keenness, picking up smells and sights before anyone else. And when she can't do anything else, she makes sure everyone is working their butt off, makes sure everyone knows she's there and even they don't want her here, she's here to stay and she's too valuable to kick out.

It takes her much longer than it should to realize that... she's not the only one who feels this way. It's one off hand comment by Badgerstreak, before she's trying to make her words bite, and he just... laughs. Laughs and tell her she's wrong. It sends her on a fury, trying to prove that, yes, clearly everyone expects her to leave and... by the time she's done laying out her argument, out loud she realizes how paranoid she sounds. And Badgers just sitting there, one eyebrow cocked and listening blankly, like he knows she knows that it sounds crazy. So she just huffs and walks away, embarrassed; furious that she is embarrassed. When she stomps over to him the next day, ammunition of comments and criticisms ready, he simply laughs and agrees at some of them. It's a little weird, a good weird, how well he accepts it; not brushing the comments off or ignoring them, but accepting the words for what they were and letting her speak. Eventually she does calm down enough to try and make her words bite less, and it becomes this odd conversation, a nice back and forth. She even chuckles. And when she realizes that she's just... having a normal conversation, it strikes her like a paw full of claws, making her scatter off saying something along the lines of she needs to hunt. She avoids him at all costs for a few days, thinking that he's going to say something about her being insane--paranoid one day, chummy conversation the next? What the hell is that about? But it's clear a few nights later that he hasn't even said anything about that paranoid weird argument she said to him. She plans to ask him about it that night. And... it's calm and peaceful. No joking, but not tense either. It's nice. When she does finally ask why he hasn't said anything to anyone, he looks at her like-like he knows where she's coming from, has been where she's at. He simply answers that he felt no reason to say anything. She stares at him for a few minutes longer, before she nods--allowing the peace and quiet to take the place of words. And it's just a genuine moment of calm and Emberpelt breathes out and for once, doesn't say anything more.
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Mentorship: When she gets her first apprentice, she is awkward and a bit too pushy. She tries to be like Bristlebush, to be abrasive and demanding. Except that only serves to have Rainpaw leave training with such a deep frown on her face that Emberpelt can see it across the moor. The next week she tries to be a little bit more light-hearted about the whole thing, and Rainpaw ends up not listening to a single thing she says. It's more than a little disheartening, especially when she sees that Rainpaw's brother is doing just excellently. She spends sometime reflecting to herself; why did she want to become a warrior in the first place? What made Bristlebush's tactics work? Before she finally thinks of a few things the next morning. It's clear Rainpaw is having trouble with agility--stumbling over her over-sized paws whenever she picks up momentum--and Emberpelt decides to have her hop from one end of their territory to the other. It's long, and tedious, and by the time they get back it's past nighttime. They scarf down food and do the same thing tomorrow. Alternating between hunting, paroling, and hopping. And after a week, Rainpaw is able to run and catch herself with ease; when she stumbles, she does a few hops and twists herself back into action. It's a bit funny to look at for sure, but when she goes to play fight against her brother, Emberpelt sees her using that exact same move to throw him off. And she sits there, stopping any cat--warrior and apprentice--and point her out, eyes glistening with pride. She feels her heart stammer with it.

Longpaw is a whole different story. He follows her orders, trains hard, and listens to her intently... a bit too intently. He follows what she says, but he does so to the point where he not able to use any of his own creativity. He hunts, he stalks, he climbs and runs, but the moment things don't go according to plan, he simply doubles down on what she's taught him. He follows a rabbit as it runs, but instead of pouncing when he clearly can he continues to run after it, waiting to get "close enough" instead of just jumping forwards and cutting it off at the pass. After two moons of this, Emberpelt finally figures out the problem. She leads Longpaw to a few older kits that are yet to be apprentices and sits them all down. She gives him a task: playfight with all 5 kits until you can mange to either pin them all or get away to somewhere they can't go. Emberpelt then lies with the two queens of the kits, and watch them play... for hours. Eventually the kits get wornout, but unfortunately so does Longpaw. The next day she takes him to a large boulder in the moor and instructs him to climb up backwards until he gets to the top. It results the same as the kits; he gets worn out after a few hours. She instructs him to do many other odd tasks that seem not so much as training as it is random activities that wear him to the bone. When the other mentors ask, she answers that she's doing what she's supposed to; mentoring her apprentice. And, after a long and quite tiring three moons, she instructs Longpaw to do something normal; hunt. Longpaw starts out shaky, remembering what he's learned at the beginning of training, and Emberpelt starts to worry that maybe he hadn't learned anything at all. But then she feels her heart leap as she watches him, feeling the wind go against him, and how he changes tactics. She instructs him to fight with one of the other apprentices and, although the other apprentice is bigger--should technically be able to overpower Longpaw-Emberpelt sees him choosing to back up, maneuver backwards, dodging easily, tire the other cat out, and then easily push him over from behind. Longpaw presses his paws gently to the other's chest, a clear victory, before quickly scattering off to safety. She sits high and proud, and nudges Longpaw with happiness as he returns to her side.
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  Deputyship: Emberpelt had watched as Badgerstreak became their newly appointed leader. She had held her head high and proud, knowing that he would be make a great leader... so long as he chose a well deputy for himself, anyway. Emberpelt had mentioned some potential she saw in some of the cats around Windclan to Badgerstreak when their leader had began to loose their lives; a few cats she thought might make a good fit as deputy or future leader. One of the cats whom she had not suggested was herself, but that's who Badgerstar ends up choosing. And for a moment, when he announces her name, she faulters; staring wide-eyed and off kilter, thinking surely this must be one of Badger's bad jokes. She couldn't be deputy. It was... outragous. Keeping Badger in line, thinking clearly, that's something she could, but being a deputy is something way more than that. But she moves without thinking, coming to her new leader's side. It takes her that little time to change her mind. She looks over to Badgerstar and sees he's so sure about this decision. She nods, sitting tall and knowing, like this was the spot she knows with unreleating certainty, this is her spot to take. And, well, she does know... not because she thinks this is her spot or that she deserves it, but becuase Badger sure about this and she knows she can trust that. So, as she sits up tall and strong and capiable, hearing the windclan cats murmering with general approval, she vows to herself that she isn't going to be the one who makes them question Badgerstar, but the one who will make sure he's the best damned leader they've ever seen. And, of course, who makes sure he doesn't get his own ass killed 9 times over.

Status:
  -mate: N/A
  -kits: N/A

Orientation: Bisexual
  -preference: Both

looking for:  (yes)  (no)
  |quick fling
  |forever mate

currently attracted to: N/A
previously attracted to: N/A

likes: Physically strong, hardworking, aren't easily annoyed, smart (but not smarter than her), docile but strong-willed, playfullness

dislikes: Push overs, laziness, apathy/indifference, clinginess (a little bit is fine), mothering with overbearing, Haughtiness mixed with idiocy, no humor, dense or dimness

slight attraction |  attraction |  lust
slight crush |  crush |  love |  infatuation
friends |  best friends |  joint at the hip
like |  respected |  very respected |  idolizes
wants to get to know them |  misses |  can't bear without
shy |  nervous |  fearful
not sure of |  suspicious |  does not trust
annoyance |  dislike |  hatred
family
dead
mentor/apprentice
mate
ex-mate
fling
donor

name | clan | rank | owner
(bullets here)
-thoughts (please provide paragraphs.)
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Wildpaw | Windclan | Apprentice | Sushbye

Emberpelt sees great potential in Wildpaw and thinks that he can become a good warrior someday--not that she tells him any of this directly. She pushes him, not only physically but mentally, and feels like he could turn his sulkiness into something more productive; a strategist more than a fighter. Which is why she allows him his time alone... for the most part. She tends to push him to his absolute frustration point, and will not hesitate to come over and chew his butt out if she feels like he's been sulking for too long. But for the most part, she likes Wildpaw, and hopes that he can see how her pushiness helps him improve.

Badgerstar | Windclan | Leader | starrhi

Emberpelt was a bit unsure of Badgerstar when he became deputy at first, but he grew on her quickly. He knows how to roll with the punches--the punches being her sass--as well as knowing how to make her feel like she can be at peace for a moment. He's one of her greatest friends that she would be devastated to lose and, as such, when he became leader she was more than honored to be by his side and protect him; with her life if it may be. But the thing that really makes her over the moon is seeing him just as good as a leader that she thought he would be.
(She's also elated that, despite his extra responsibilities, they can still have calm late night talk even though he's a leader now; but she will never tell him how happy she really is about it.)

Crowskull | Shadowclan | Medicine Cat | BloodLustingCreature

Despite being from a different clan, Emberpelt would earnestly call Crowskull her friend, a title that is hard to earn in her books. She puts her clan first of course, but she always looks forward to seeing him at the Gatherings. He has a teasing nature about him, which goes nicely with how well Emberpelt likes to twist words into cheeky comments. To most cats, their conversations sound like they should start fights, however to Emberpelt it's more of a metaphorical game of toss-the-mouse. There also have been a few play fight tussles between the two of them--which Emberpelt will deny 'til the day she dies--and she was happy to note that they were on fairly equal ground strength-wise. All-in-all, she is happy to have a friend whom she can banter with and playfight with peacefully.

Speckledpaw | Windclan | Apprentice | LolzNeo

Emberpelt was actually hoping for Speckledpaw to be her third apprentice, as she could see his strength and thought for sure she could help him improve in the other areas he was not so well in. However, the next day he was announced as the new medicine cat apprentice! In front of everyone! Without even saying a word to her! And she had slouched down, embarrased by the few eyes on her that had clearly heard her ask yesterday for him to be an apprentice of her. She claims to have buried it, but it still gets under her skin sometimes; especially since she had gone up and pretty much said, "What the hell?!" and he had answered like clearly he didn't understand why she was so mad. Ever since then she didn't know what to make of him, she just knows she didn't like him all that much. She had tried to give him some quick witted remarks--maybe if he hates her too, they can hate each other mutally?--but he seems to be a bit of an air-head, which means that her sassiness flies right over him. It seems as if, unknowingly, he has stumbled upon a weakness of hers; not being understood. Anger, sass, laughing--she can all deal with. Hell, she can even deal with intimidation! But the fact that none of her smart comments or cheekiness is noticed is more than a bit annoying to her. She'd rather be ignored if that was the case but it isn't. But other than that, he seems to have shown her respect as a deputy and as a warrior... which seems to only make her more moody seeing as he's done nothing to wrong her. So, she'd be willing to grit her teeth and try to understand him better, if only for the fact that she sees he maybe, might, possibly, be an-an OKAY medicine cat. Maybe. Harrumph.

Mosspelt | Windclan | Medicine Cat | PeachTii

Emberpelt is actually a bit nervous to talk to Mosspelt. Usually how she introduces herself is by going over and plainly barking some orders to get back to work or for them to work harder, but with Mosspelt she has never had to. The only problem she's ever had with Mosspelt was when Speckledpaw decided to become her apprentice, and while she's still salty about that, she finds Mosspelt is a lot like her--minus the comanding tone. She's always on the move, never says anything bad to anyone, and, well, dammit, Emberpelt doesn't have anything bad to say about her! But while she fully respects this atitude, Emberpelt doesn't really know how... how to even talk to her! Give her an honest-to-starclan compliment? How would that reflect on her reputation!? She can't just go tossing out compliments! So, instead she goes to Speckledpaw when she needs things like medicine--he's annoying but at least she can come up with stuff to say to him, even if it bitterly goes over his head. When she absolutely has to go to Mosspelt, Emberpelt feels herself tentetive and neverous, and just... requests what she needs and gets out of there as quick as possible.

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Swiftpaw | Windclan | Apprentice|

Emberpelt and her sister were quite close. When she passed, Emberpelt was heart-broken. She had known that Swiftpaw dreamed of being a queen one day, and seeing her train hard to protect the clan and become a warrior--even after Emberpelt herself had already become one--was one of the most uplifting sights to Ember. She had truly counted on her to soon get her warrior name and for the two of them to be warriors together. But after an adder bite had ended her life abruptly, Emberpelt was lost; hopeless. She still carries her sister's memory fondly and emotionally, and she knows she'll be waiting with Starclan for her when the time comes.

Nightpaw | Windclan / Kittypet| Apprentice|

Nightpaw, the kinder of Emberpelt's two brothers, was always watching out for Emberpelt and Swiftpaw--albeit from the shade and a mouse in his mouth. He was always laid back and not quick to fight, and while he did complain about the amount of work the apprentices had to go through, he never broke the code or complained to his mentor's face while he was in Windclan. When Swiftpaw died and Patchpaw left, he stuck around even when Emberpelt knew he wanted to leave. He stayed and helped her through her mourning, brought her food when Emberpelt didn't want to move, shared tongues when Emberpelt would hiss at anyone who tried to come near her. Emberpelt thanks him for doing that much. But the biggest thing that she loves him for, is that when Nightpaw decides to leave, he tells her goodbye; tells their leader too, unashamed and sure of himself before he disappears.
She's only seen him once more after he leaves, moons later. He tells her that he's found a nice owner, a good home--asks her if she's doing well too. He also tells her that his owners would take her in, if she showed up at their door, but he knows her too well to ask; and she loves that he doesn't. She still misses him, loves him dearly, but the fact that he left for a more cusiony life is still a sore spot for her. Emberpelt very rarely ever brings him up but when she does, it's short and it's only the good things she remembers him doing.

Patchpaw | Windclan / Loner| Apprentice|

Patchpaw was always someone who riled Emberpelt up. He was an A-class liar, and stuck his nose up at anyone who believed in the Warrior Code. He'd feign illness to get out of any sort of training, and when that didn't work, he relied on complaining. Still... he was family. Emberpelt finally got sick of hunting for him when she became a Warrior and he simply turned his nose and stuck to Nightpaw like glue. The death of their sister seemed to be the only thing that would have brought them together, as horrible as it was. The three of them, Nightpaw, Patchpaw, and Emberpelt all felt the lose of Swiftpaw's happy, mothering spirit. It was truly a day that Emberpelt more disconnected from her self and more in sync with her two other siblings. The three of them even ate together for the first time since they were kits--leaning on one another to keep them standing. But as the dawn broke the day after, and Emberpelt had been told by Nightpaw of Patchpaw's abandonment, she had felt fire surge through her. Without a single goodbye, Patchpaw had up and left for a soft life; left the death place of their sister and his family for dry food and soft bed. She severs any ties with him, truly hates him for what he's done.
She hears that he's living as an ally cat somewhere in town, and can't help but to feel satisfied that he didn't end up with the warm bed he hoped. But the anger has dripped from her voice and, while she still spits his name like venom, on the rare occasions she brings him up, there's still a bit of worry in her voice for him.

Trivia
. Her design and personality is based on my own cat. Except for a few things like her eye color and height.
. She actually loves apprentices and kits, but clearly everyone knows her reputation for being an extreme mentor an they don't want to be her apprentice. She is nice to the warriors though.
. She is the only one out of four siblings that became a warrior.
. She loves telling people about her apprentices achievements, but never lets said apprentices hear about it.
. Badgerstar is the only cat who has actually seen her smile. Most cats think it's only a myth.
. She rough-houses and play-fights and gets well and truly embarrassed if anyone catches her doing so.

app (c)
Application design (c) starrhi
Art and Cat Design ParaphaPanda

Description
*pants heavily*
FINALLY DONE WRITING YOU GUYYSSS! WOOOOOO

Edit; 8-21-18

Now reaching the point of the books where Thistleclaw is in play, I've decided to change Emberpelt's mentor name to, "Bristlebush" to avoid confusion. Also because Thistleclaw is horrible and I don't want MY ADORABLE MENTOR SON TO BE ANYWAY SHAPE OR FORM RESEMBLE that cretin.
Also her family relations has been updated.

Name: Emberkit | Emberpaw | Emberpelt
  -name meaning: Prefix of "Ember" given to her because of the orange flecks on her back that became more noticeable as she grew to a full kit
  -nicknames: Sassafrass

Clan: Windclan
  -rank: Deputy

Age: 48 Moons
Gender: Female
Birthday: July 4th
Heritage: Clanborn

Mentors: Bristlebush
Past apprentices: Rainpaw/RainHeart, Longpaw/Longear
Current apprentice: Wildpaw

Breed: Bombay-Trukish Van Mix (Also some unidentified mixes)
  -build: Lean and fit; masculine but not bulky
  -size: Medium to tall
  -fur texture: Short and silky

Physical appearance: A fit, lean, grey she cat with a triangular orange patch by her left eye, a white stripe down the left of her chin and neck with a white dot at the bottom, three orange, unsymmetrical stripes on her back, orange specks/dots peppering her back and neck, and dull amber brown eyes.
  -mutations/deformities: none so far

Accessories: none
Scent: Dust and parsley

Abilites - (they go from a scale of 1-10)
  -strength: 2
   -agility: 6
  -speed: 7
  -stealth: 3
  -hunting: 5
  -fighting: 3
  -swimming: 1
  -climbing: 3
  -thinking: 8

CLAN PERKS:
-Windclan cats can exceed the max of 4 bullets for speed stat. the max for warriors is 5, deputies and leaders can go past

Personality:

-Demanding
-Snappy
-Neurotic/Meticulious

+ Quick-Witted
+ High-flier
+Focused

. Sassy
. Rough Houser
. Unsmiling (Resting Hate Face)

Emberpelt is a bit of a dick. It takes a bit for others to take a liking to her, especially if they're an apprentice. She's not afraid to speak her mind, even with harsh words, and usually does so in a way that leaves no room to argue. She's great with the combacks and never misses a beat. She uses this skill mostly to get people to work harder and she is constantly checking to make sure that everyone is working. She does give warriors she like a bit of reprieve and let them rest if they've done good work, but for apprentices she's pretty much on them like fire on wood. She strives for greatness in all of her clan, and she has the ability to see greatness in everyone, which is why she feels she has to work and snap at them. It's rare, if ever, to see her relax completely, until everything is checked over and over and to her liking--which is usually never. But, usually, she can flip this neurotic nature into something more focused; striving to be organized and figure out new solutions and ideas to better the clan.
Although her snappy sassy nature leave cats thinking she's a dick--the fact that she never smiles doesn't help--she does know how to have fun. She absolutely adores kits and loves playing with them. And for those who are brave enough to challange her, of equal-ish strength, who mutually likeable, they may find themselves in some roughhousing. She's usually quite embarrassed if she's every caught playfighting, but it is one of her most favorite things to do.

History:

  Kithood: Born with three other siblings to play with, plenty of food, and in a generally peaceful time, her kithood was pretty good! There are few, long past memories she can recall where her two brothers and her sister would relax in the sun, eating their bellies full. But there had been a moment, when she watched as a patrol party came back, heads held high, where her mouth had gone so slack that she had dropped the half eaten vole onto the ground, watching in awe as they came to join with the other warriors. She can recall distinctly that, even though nothing out of the ordinary had happened to that patrol, they had looked proud and confident; true warriors that Emberkit and her siblings would soon grow to be. Elated at the thought, she turned to her brothers and sister to show them the sight... but her smile fell as they yawned and halfheartedly bopped each other; they couldn't even play fight with energy. She looked up to her mom, who purred with affection as she looked at her bundle of kits. Wanting to roughhouse and practice for apprenticeship, Emberkit rumbled over to her, tackling her paw but her mother had just picked her up and set her back down with her siblings, trying to calm her burst of energy. Mission failed. Begrudgingly accepting her defeat, Emberkit had just huffed, and looked over to the warriors. Adorned with battlescars, lean, fierce, and knowledgeable were the warriors--the exact opposite of the clean, soft, plump, sluggish nature of her siblings--and Emberkit decided she wanted to be like them. Just as confident and graceful and proud. An honorable warrior of Windclan.

While her brothers grew into a more... laid back type of cat, Emberkit desperately looked around for anything to tackle and play with. She found that back-talking, riling people up, was a good way to find someone to play with seriously.... however she quickly found out how low she was on the strength ranking. But there was another skill she possessed; and that was out-thinking other cats. She was a bit of a gossip in her kithood; spreading rumors, mouthing off. But she was quick and good at finding places so hiding to watch the commotion or to escape an on coming foe was easy.
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  Apprenticehood: Bristlebush was her mentor, and as soon as she was assigned to him, he made sure to give her the what for. He had looked at her brothers, still lazy and hard to train, and figured she was the same. He made sure to push her in strength as soon as he found that was what she was lacking in. However, he found she had a thing for mouthing off and quick witted comebacks and has a blunt and serious sit down. He tells her she could be doing better, thinking better, and if she's not going to get good in strength, then use her bite and her head to outwit the enemy. She has a serious thought about it that night, and the next morning she is doing just that. But she realizes nothing will beat outright strength, and she tries and trains until the moon is high in the sky to get better at everything else. She gets even faster, even more cunning, even swifter, until she's able to outright kick Bristlebush's furry behind without barely laying a paw on him. That day, she gets praised, and it's the best day of her life so far up until then.
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  Warriorhood: Things start to go downhill once she is a warrior. It seems like all the bad stuff happens at once, too. Her siblings are still apprentices, but her sister seems to be doing well. Her brothers are a different story. They struggle in their training. Nightpaw longs for the better days of his kithood white Patchpaw grumbles and complains through every bit they have to do. She tries to encourage them, but they simply glare in her direction; playfully mocking them has them turning up their tail to her and, at one point, outright swiping at her. Not long after she becomes a warrior, her sister is bit by an adder, and despite having the medicine cat's full attention, she doesn't pull through. Patchpaw goes quiet, and the night after they share tongues with their sister for the last time, he disappears. Nightpaw tells her in a mumbled voice that Patch hadn't wanted anything to do with the clans anymore. It seems absurd to her ears, she doesn't understand why any cat could just leave, and when she looks back at Nightpaw's face, wanting encouragement in how outrageous abandonment, she can see it clear as day that he's going to do the same damned thing. But, to his credit, Nightpaw sticks around for a little while longer, catches food while he can and barely eats any of it, tries to provide something before he leaves. It's the morning after the snow of leaf bare, that he wakes her in the middle of the night. He licks her forehead, gives her one last nuzzle, and walks off; not a word spoken. He's long gone when the sun rises.

When she announces that he's not coming back, it's like the whole clan is looking at her with inevitability; when is she going to leave too? She doubles down on everything she does from then on, just to show everyone she's not going to go anywhere. She learns intently who every cat is, knows them intimately so she can throw that cocked-eyebrow look right back in their face should they dare give her that look. She makes sure she hunts twice as much, and laughs in the face of those who didn't bring anything back. She patrols with the speed and keenness, picking up smells and sights before anyone else. And when she can't do anything else, she makes sure everyone is working their butt off, makes sure everyone knows she's there and even they don't want her here, she's here to stay and she's too valuable to kick out.

It takes her much longer than it should to realize that... she's not the only one who feels this way. It's one off hand comment by Badgerstreak, before she's trying to make her words bite, and he just... laughs. Laughs and tell her she's wrong. It sends her on a fury, trying to prove that, yes, clearly everyone expects her to leave and... by the time she's done laying out her argument, out loud she realizes how paranoid she sounds. And Badgers just sitting there, one eyebrow cocked and listening blankly, like he knows she knows that it sounds crazy. So she just huffs and walks away, embarrassed; furious that she is embarrassed. When she stomps over to him the next day, ammunition of comments and criticisms ready, he simply laughs and agrees at some of them. It's a little weird, a good weird, how well he accepts it; not brushing the comments off or ignoring them, but accepting the words for what they were and letting her speak. Eventually she does calm down enough to try and make her words bite less, and it becomes this odd conversation, a nice back and forth. She even chuckles. And when she realizes that she's just... having a normal conversation, it strikes her like a paw full of claws, making her scatter off saying something along the lines of she needs to hunt. She avoids him at all costs for a few days, thinking that he's going to say something about her being insane--paranoid one day, chummy conversation the next? What the hell is that about? But it's clear a few nights later that he hasn't even said anything about that paranoid weird argument she said to him. She plans to ask him about it that night. And... it's calm and peaceful. No joking, but not tense either. It's nice. When she does finally ask why he hasn't said anything to anyone, he looks at her like-like he knows where she's coming from, has been where she's at. He simply answers that he felt no reason to say anything. She stares at him for a few minutes longer, before she nods--allowing the peace and quiet to take the place of words. And it's just a genuine moment of calm and Emberpelt breathes out and for once, doesn't say anything more.
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Mentorship: When she gets her first apprentice, she is awkward and a bit too pushy. She tries to be like Bristlebush, to be abrasive and demanding. Except that only serves to have Rainpaw leave training with such a deep frown on her face that Emberpelt can see it across the moor. The next week she tries to be a little bit more light-hearted about the whole thing, and Rainpaw ends up not listening to a single thing she says. It's more than a little disheartening, especially when she sees that Rainpaw's brother is doing just excellently. She spends sometime reflecting to herself; why did she want to become a warrior in the first place? What made Bristlebush's tactics work? Before she finally thinks of a few things the next morning. It's clear Rainpaw is having trouble with agility--stumbling over her over-sized paws whenever she picks up momentum--and Emberpelt decides to have her hop from one end of their territory to the other. It's long, and tedious, and by the time they get back it's past nighttime. They scarf down food and do the same thing tomorrow. Alternating between hunting, paroling, and hopping. And after a week, Rainpaw is able to run and catch herself with ease; when she stumbles, she does a few hops and twists herself back into action. It's a bit funny to look at for sure, but when she goes to play fight against her brother, Emberpelt sees her using that exact same move to throw him off. And she sits there, stopping any cat--warrior and apprentice--and point her out, eyes glistening with pride. She feels her heart stammer with it.

Longpaw is a whole different story. He follows her orders, trains hard, and listens to her intently... a bit too intently. He follows what she says, but he does so to the point where he not able to use any of his own creativity. He hunts, he stalks, he climbs and runs, but the moment things don't go according to plan, he simply doubles down on what she's taught him. He follows a rabbit as it runs, but instead of pouncing when he clearly can he continues to run after it, waiting to get "close enough" instead of just jumping forwards and cutting it off at the pass. After two moons of this, Emberpelt finally figures out the problem. She leads Longpaw to a few older kits that are yet to be apprentices and sits them all down. She gives him a task: playfight with all 5 kits until you can mange to either pin them all or get away to somewhere they can't go. Emberpelt then lies with the two queens of the kits, and watch them play... for hours. Eventually the kits get wornout, but unfortunately so does Longpaw. The next day she takes him to a large boulder in the moor and instructs him to climb up backwards until he gets to the top. It results the same as the kits; he gets worn out after a few hours. She instructs him to do many other odd tasks that seem not so much as training as it is random activities that wear him to the bone. When the other mentors ask, she answers that she's doing what she's supposed to; mentoring her apprentice. And, after a long and quite tiring three moons, she instructs Longpaw to do something normal; hunt. Longpaw starts out shaky, remembering what he's learned at the beginning of training, and Emberpelt starts to worry that maybe he hadn't learned anything at all. But then she feels her heart leap as she watches him, feeling the wind go against him, and how he changes tactics. She instructs him to fight with one of the other apprentices and, although the other apprentice is bigger--should technically be able to overpower Longpaw-Emberpelt sees him choosing to back up, maneuver backwards, dodging easily, tire the other cat out, and then easily push him over from behind. Longpaw presses his paws gently to the other's chest, a clear victory, before quickly scattering off to safety. She sits high and proud, and nudges Longpaw with happiness as he returns to her side.
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  Deputyship: Emberpelt had watched as Badgerstreak became their newly appointed leader. She had held her head high and proud, knowing that he would be make a great leader... so long as he chose a well deputy for himself, anyway. Emberpelt had mentioned some potential she saw in some of the cats around Windclan to Badgerstreak when their leader had began to loose their lives; a few cats she thought might make a good fit as deputy or future leader. One of the cats whom she had not suggested was herself, but that's who Badgerstar ends up choosing. And for a moment, when he announces her name, she faulters; staring wide-eyed and off kilter, thinking surely this must be one of Badger's bad jokes. She couldn't be deputy. It was... outragous. Keeping Badger in line, thinking clearly, that's something she could, but being a deputy is something way more than that. But she moves without thinking, coming to her new leader's side. It takes her that little time to change her mind. She looks over to Badgerstar and sees he's so sure about this decision. She nods, sitting tall and knowing, like this was the spot she knows with unreleating certainty, this is her spot to take. And, well, she does know... not because she thinks this is her spot or that she deserves it, but becuase Badger sure about this and she knows she can trust that. So, as she sits up tall and strong and capiable, hearing the windclan cats murmering with general approval, she vows to herself that she isn't going to be the one who makes them question Badgerstar, but the one who will make sure he's the best damned leader they've ever seen. And, of course, who makes sure he doesn't get his own ass killed 9 times over.

Status:
  -mate: N/A
  -kits: N/A

Orientation: Bisexual
  -preference: Both

looking for:  (yes)  (no)
  |quick fling
  |forever mate

currently attracted to: N/A
previously attracted to: N/A

likes: Physically strong, hardworking, aren't easily annoyed, smart (but not smarter than her), docile but strong-willed, playfullness

dislikes: Push overs, laziness, apathy/indifference, clinginess (a little bit is fine), mothering with overbearing, Haughtiness mixed with idiocy, no humor, dense or dimness

slight attraction |  attraction |  lust
slight crush |  crush |  love |  infatuation
friends |  best friends |  joint at the hip
like |  respected |  very respected |  idolizes
wants to get to know them |  misses |  can't bear without
shy |  nervous |  fearful
not sure of |  suspicious |  does not trust
annoyance |  dislike |  hatred
family
dead
mentor/apprentice
mate
ex-mate
fling
donor

name | clan | rank | owner
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Wildpaw | Windclan | Apprentice | Sushbye

Emberpelt sees great potential in Wildpaw and thinks that he can become a good warrior someday--not that she tells him any of this directly. She pushes him, not only physically but mentally, and feels like he could turn his sulkiness into something more productive; a strategist more than a fighter. Which is why she allows him his time alone... for the most part. She tends to push him to his absolute frustration point, and will not hesitate to come over and chew his butt out if she feels like he's been sulking for too long. But for the most part, she likes Wildpaw, and hopes that he can see how her pushiness helps him improve.

Badgerstar | Windclan | Leader | starrhi

Emberpelt was a bit unsure of Badgerstar when he became deputy at first, but he grew on her quickly. He knows how to roll with the punches--the punches being her sass--as well as knowing how to make her feel like she can be at peace for a moment. He's one of her greatest friends that she would be devastated to lose and, as such, when he became leader she was more than honored to be by his side and protect him; with her life if it may be. But the thing that really makes her over the moon is seeing him just as good as a leader that she thought he would be.
(She's also elated that, despite his extra responsibilities, they can still have calm late night talk even though he's a leader now; but she will never tell him how happy she really is about it.)

Crowskull | Shadowclan | Medicine Cat | BloodLustingCreature

Despite being from a different clan, Emberpelt would earnestly call Crowskull her friend, a title that is hard to earn in her books. She puts her clan first of course, but she always looks forward to seeing him at the Gatherings. He has a teasing nature about him, which goes nicely with how well Emberpelt likes to twist words into cheeky comments. To most cats, their conversations sound like they should start fights, however to Emberpelt it's more of a metaphorical game of toss-the-mouse. There also have been a few play fight tussles between the two of them--which Emberpelt will deny 'til the day she dies--and she was happy to note that they were on fairly equal ground strength-wise. All-in-all, she is happy to have a friend whom she can banter with and playfight with peacefully.

Speckledpaw | Windclan | Apprentice | LolzNeo

Emberpelt was actually hoping for Speckledpaw to be her third apprentice, as she could see his strength and thought for sure she could help him improve in the other areas he was not so well in. However, the next day he was announced as the new medicine cat apprentice! In front of everyone! Without even saying a word to her! And she had slouched down, embarrased by the few eyes on her that had clearly heard her ask yesterday for him to be an apprentice of her. She claims to have buried it, but it still gets under her skin sometimes; especially since she had gone up and pretty much said, "What the hell?!" and he had answered like clearly he didn't understand why she was so mad. Ever since then she didn't know what to make of him, she just knows she didn't like him all that much. She had tried to give him some quick witted remarks--maybe if he hates her too, they can hate each other mutally?--but he seems to be a bit of an air-head, which means that her sassiness flies right over him. It seems as if, unknowingly, he has stumbled upon a weakness of hers; not being understood. Anger, sass, laughing--she can all deal with. Hell, she can even deal with intimidation! But the fact that none of her smart comments or cheekiness is noticed is more than a bit annoying to her. She'd rather be ignored if that was the case but it isn't. But other than that, he seems to have shown her respect as a deputy and as a warrior... which seems to only make her more moody seeing as he's done nothing to wrong her. So, she'd be willing to grit her teeth and try to understand him better, if only for the fact that she sees he maybe, might, possibly, be an-an OKAY medicine cat. Maybe. Harrumph.

Mosspelt | Windclan | Medicine Cat | PeachTii

Emberpelt is actually a bit nervous to talk to Mosspelt. Usually how she introduces herself is by going over and plainly barking some orders to get back to work or for them to work harder, but with Mosspelt she has never had to. The only problem she's ever had with Mosspelt was when Speckledpaw decided to become her apprentice, and while she's still salty about that, she finds Mosspelt is a lot like her--minus the comanding tone. She's always on the move, never says anything bad to anyone, and, well, dammit, Emberpelt doesn't have anything bad to say about her! But while she fully respects this atitude, Emberpelt doesn't really know how... how to even talk to her! Give her an honest-to-starclan compliment? How would that reflect on her reputation!? She can't just go tossing out compliments! So, instead she goes to Speckledpaw when she needs things like medicine--he's annoying but at least she can come up with stuff to say to him, even if it bitterly goes over his head. When she absolutely has to go to Mosspelt, Emberpelt feels herself tentetive and neverous, and just... requests what she needs and gets out of there as quick as possible.

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Swiftpaw | Windclan | Apprentice|

Emberpelt and her sister were quite close. When she passed, Emberpelt was heart-broken. She had known that Swiftpaw dreamed of being a queen one day, and seeing her train hard to protect the clan and become a warrior--even after Emberpelt herself had already become one--was one of the most uplifting sights to Ember. She had truly counted on her to soon get her warrior name and for the two of them to be warriors together. But after an adder bite had ended her life abruptly, Emberpelt was lost; hopeless. She still carries her sister's memory fondly and emotionally, and she knows she'll be waiting with Starclan for her when the time comes.

Nightpaw | Windclan / Kittypet| Apprentice|

Nightpaw, the kinder of Emberpelt's two brothers, was always watching out for Emberpelt and Swiftpaw--albeit from the shade and a mouse in his mouth. He was always laid back and not quick to fight, and while he did complain about the amount of work the apprentices had to go through, he never broke the code or complained to his mentor's face while he was in Windclan. When Swiftpaw died and Patchpaw left, he stuck around even when Emberpelt knew he wanted to leave. He stayed and helped her through her mourning, brought her food when Emberpelt didn't want to move, shared tongues when Emberpelt would hiss at anyone who tried to come near her. Emberpelt thanks him for doing that much. But the biggest thing that she loves him for, is that when Nightpaw decides to leave, he tells her goodbye; tells their leader too, unashamed and sure of himself before he disappears.
She's only seen him once more after he leaves, moons later. He tells her that he's found a nice owner, a good home--asks her if she's doing well too. He also tells her that his owners would take her in, if she showed up at their door, but he knows her too well to ask; and she loves that he doesn't. She still misses him, loves him dearly, but the fact that he left for a more cusiony life is still a sore spot for her. Emberpelt very rarely ever brings him up but when she does, it's short and it's only the good things she remembers him doing.

Patchpaw | Windclan / Loner| Apprentice|

Patchpaw was always someone who riled Emberpelt up. He was an A-class liar, and stuck his nose up at anyone who believed in the Warrior Code. He'd feign illness to get out of any sort of training, and when that didn't work, he relied on complaining. Still... he was family. Emberpelt finally got sick of hunting for him when she became a Warrior and he simply turned his nose and stuck to Nightpaw like glue. The death of their sister seemed to be the only thing that would have brought them together, as horrible as it was. The three of them, Nightpaw, Patchpaw, and Emberpelt all felt the lose of Swiftpaw's happy, mothering spirit. It was truly a day that Emberpelt more disconnected from her self and more in sync with her two other siblings. The three of them even ate together for the first time since they were kits--leaning on one another to keep them standing. But as the dawn broke the day after, and Emberpelt had been told by Nightpaw of Patchpaw's abandonment, she had felt fire surge through her. Without a single goodbye, Patchpaw had up and left for a soft life; left the death place of their sister and his family for dry food and soft bed. She severs any ties with him, truly hates him for what he's done.
She hears that he's living as an ally cat somewhere in town, and can't help but to feel satisfied that he didn't end up with the warm bed he hoped. But the anger has dripped from her voice and, while she still spits his name like venom, on the rare occasions she brings him up, there's still a bit of worry in her voice for him.

Trivia
. Her design and personality is based on my own cat. Except for a few things like her eye color and height.
. She actually loves apprentices and kits, but clearly everyone knows her reputation for being an extreme mentor an they don't want to be her apprentice. She is nice to the warriors though.
. She is the only one out of four siblings that became a warrior.
. She loves telling people about her apprentices achievements, but never lets said apprentices hear about it.
. Badgerstar is the only cat who has actually seen her smile. Most cats think it's only a myth.
. She rough-houses and play-fights and gets well and truly embarrassed if anyone catches her doing so.

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Application design (c) starrhi
Art and Cat Design ParaphaPanda