Yellow's Cat Hoard

Mother :: Rivermist
Father :: Foxfur
Brothers :: Swiftkit . Stonekit . Swiftkit . Stormkit
Sisters :: Streamkit . Shadowkit . Silverkit
Grandmothers :: Longflower . Mottledleaf
Grandfathers :: Stonepool . Scorchclaw
First Cousin Once Removed :: Sootwhisker
Second Cousins :: Amberkit . Maplekit . Boulderkit

Between her mother and her father, Sandkit mostly takes after Foxfur in appearance. Like him she has light, sandy colored fur, although it has less of a dusty look to it and is mostly a uniform, neat ginger. She has very faint tabby stripes on her head and spine, but those are only evidence of her being a tabby; otherwise her fur appears completely solid. Her tail is what's bizarre- it's a much lighter color than the rest of her body. It makes a strange contrast to her otherwise solid fur color. Also unlike her father, she has no white or black on her at all. Her eyes are a deep green, most likely from a hidden gene that didn't show in either of her parents. WindClan blood is most apparent in her over the other Clans, for her build is small and lithe, and her fur is very thin. When you look at her, she would appear to be a WindClan cat, almost like she belonged on the moor, not in ShadowClan. She never inherited the muscular traits of her parents.

Energetic and mischievous, Sandkit is one of the more outgoing kits in the litter. Always loud and boastful of her opinions, she tries to be as honest as possible. For Sandkit, you're either a friend or an enemy; there's no middle. She usually likes to have as many others around as possible, as she enjoys company. If annoyed or offended, she'll quickly turn on another, even if they're older or of authority. Her hotheadedness is one of her weaker traits- she tends to make enemies as quickly as she makes friends. Easily hurt and not good at handling discipline, she'll throw fits and pout and act stubborn to the point where she'll have to be isolated. Sandkit is a lot to handle and is definitely a pawful, but she'll never let you down and is a true friend.

...That was what she used to be like. Ever since arriving in ShadowClan, however, her attitude seems to have changed. Generally, she's in less of a good mood these days. She's much more grumpy and moody, all but verbally expressing her dislike of ShadowClan. Quite honestly, she hates it there, and wants to go back to live in her birth Clan again. She doesn't know if Swiftkit feels as strongly about this as she does because she hasn't asked him. But there are often times when she'll lay awake at night and imagine that she was back in her home, with her mother and the rest of her siblings.

She knows that this likely won't happen, that Specklestar likely will never change her mind and decide to let her go back to WindClan. That doesn't keep her from hoping, though.

Sandkit was born to Rivermist of WindClan and Foxfur of ShadowClan. Born as a half-Clan kit, she never knew what to think of her heritage. She was too young to understand love and even the fact that it takes two cats to make a kitten. The only thing she did know was that she didn't like other cats whispering about her. She never thought anything strange of her having so many siblings, since it was normal for her. She grew quite attatched to them, though she was closer to some rather than others. As she grew up, she increasingly secured her postition among her siblings as the spunky, hotheaded, spirited cat. While getting along with her siblings, she also made friends with Sandtail's kit, Creamkit, and found a dangerous enemy in Creamkit's sister Violetkit.

One day when they were three moons old, a group of kits including Sandkit came up with an idea to make their Clan proud of them. They were going to fight a 'Mud Monster', a creature apparently known to have been tormenting WindClan for the past several moons. The kits snuck away from camp and traveled all the way to the abandoned badger sett. There, a few of the kits fell into the sett without realizing it had been there, and Sandkit went in bravely to rescue them. Surprisingly, it turned out the 'Mud Monster' resided in the sett and took the form of incasing, suffocating mud. Luckily, a few warriors came across them and rescued the kits before they could drown in the depths of the den.

Not all that much time later, a game was organized called 'Clan Wars', in which each of the kits picked teams, or 'Clans' and fought over territory. The game started off okay, until certain events took place and Sandkit ended up in a claws-unsheathed fight with Violetkit. The fight had been long awaited; the two had never been on the best of terms and Sandkit's dislike of Violetkit had been increased when Violetkit took a big piece of rabbit without sharing, and again when she hadn't done much all game and then called Sandkit a coward. Needless to say, Sandkit wasn't particularly happy about that comment. Sandkit received a few herbs from the medicine cat to treat her scratches, and then was sent to the nursery. She still never made up with Violetkit from that incident.

Name: Featherkit
Age: Currently unconcieved
Gender: Toma
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Kit
Apprentice: Nope.
Mate/Crush: ...
Kin:

...A lot.

Mother -- Tanglefang (Yoko)
Father -- Flameclaw (Hedgie)

Brother -- Cloudkit (Spore)
Sister -- Mintkit (Icy)
Sister -- Longkit (Hedgie)
Brother -- Goosekit (Syd)

Half-brother -- Darkfoot (Kitty)
Half-sister -- Gingertail (Kitty)

Half-brother -- Skunk-kit (Yoko)


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OMG WHAT IS WRONG WITH US

Father ; Gingerpelt ; NPC
Mother ; Poppyfur ; NPC (Deceased)

Slim, small, young looking, pale ginger fur, green eyes

Slim of build and small in size, with a bounce to his step and an almost constant grin on his face, Flamewing is a very odd tom, both in appearance and demeanor. He has the spirit of a WindClan cat and the frame so similar to many of his Clan mates, but despite that there is something decidedly different about him. He does not fit in with his Clan mates, somehow, but more on that will be covered in his personality.

Starting out with his fur color, it is a light ginger shade. Not really all that special, but it stands out when compared to some of his darker-furred Clan mates. It is rather pale, with a touch of spark to it and a certain glow that is quite a sight when well groomed and when the sun touches it at the right angle. His pelt has little other color to it, a few small spots of white here and there, but it is mostly a uniform, tabby ginger. His eyes are bright green, often shining with a mischievous or playful light that match his personality all too well.

Now, on the subject of his build, it can be said that Flamewing is all too easily mistaken for a she-cat. It's not hard to see him for a tom close up, for his features are not as feminine as a she-cat's and there is some muscle to him, but at a first glance a false assumption about his gender can be easily made. He is small, first off, and skinny. He shows his WindClan blood well in the fact that his frame slim and small, although he is not as speedy of some of his Clan mates. Flamewing more or less looks like an apprentice stuck in a young body, his features having never truly filled out as he matured. He looks young, and acts young, and his appearance and his demeanor together give the impression of a very immature cat.

Cheerful, vain, selfish, adventurous, energetic, impulsive, protective of Thistleheart, can be serious (but not often), shy around strangers

Loud, cheerful and enthusiastic, Flamewing is a troublesome tom who can not be put down or discouraged. As vain and childlike as they come, Flamewing is never one to take insults to heart, always brushing off cats who dislike him with a flick of his tail and a scoff of "If you don't like me, then just, like, deal with it." He tends not to listen when others tell him what to and what not to do, and his selective deafness gets on other cats' nerves, especially Thistleheart's. He gives off the impression that he isn't very smart, and maybe that's true. He isn't the most intelligent of cats and tends to let his feelings drive his actions more often than not.

A free spirit and not the type to usually listen to authority, Flamewing has gotten himself in major trouble before. A daredevil attitude coupled with rashness to do whatever comes at a whim has repeatedly put him on elder and guard duty when he was an apprentice, and brought him much scorn from other cats as a warrior. That has never changed his personality though, no matter how much he was punished. A very arrogant and selfish cat, Flamewing sees nothing wrong with taking another cat's food or nest, though usually in a teasing way more than in outright maliciousness. This behavior is usually reserved for cats he is close to, though, so maybe it's not so bad. Flamewing has a few friends in the Clan, but is only close with Thistleheart and his brothers, and perhaps a few others. In addition, he can become very anxious around strangers, usually putting up a brave front but then unable to stop his crippling shyness from ruining his efforts. He doesn't like meeting new cats as a result, and often will hide behind the nearest Clan mate if he is faced with someone he doesn't know.

Flamewing is not afraid of the 'terrifying trio', unlike most of his Clan. In fact he outwardly voices his dislike of them for bullying him and his adoptive littermates, and it's a wonder that he hasn't been attacked by them yet. He is a fighter and will always stand up for himself no matter what the odds, perhaps another testament to either his bravery or his lack of intelligence. He often defends Thistleheart from them- Larkflight in particular- knowing full well that the siblings could turn on him at any moment just like Larkflight had so terribly injured Thistleheart when they were apprentices. But none of his Clan mates would let them get away with it, he's sure.

He and Thistleheart are a spectacle, themselves. They've been friends since kithood, although Flamewing often bosses around and annoys Thistleheart. They are very close as friends, although there are times, when they share fresh-kill or when Flamewing brushes against the other tom or cuddles up next to him at night, that suggest there might be something more than friendship going on. For Flamewing, at least. He's still not sure what to think of Thistleheart's bizarre crush on Dawnstorm, after all.

Before

Poppyfur and Gingerpelt were two warriors who had grown up together but who hadn't known each other very well. Somehow a romance sparked between the two, although it was brief, and Poppyfur found that she was pregnant with kits. She was not too thrilled at the discovery, although Gingerpelt was estatic, and so despite being little more than friends they decided to try raising the kits together. Poppyfur wasn't completely alone, for her best friend Riverice was also moving into the nursery. That made the discovery of her own pregnancy more bearable, although she still didn't like the idea of having kits to look after.

As she came closer to her own due date, Riverice gave birth to a little of three, all toms which were named Thistlekit, Elmkit, and Littlekit. Seeing the three tabby kits curled up by their mother's belly seemed to change something in Poppyfur. She fell in love with the little kits as soon as she saw them, and suddenly looked forward to having her own kits. Unfortunately, though, she would not get a chance.

Kithood

About a week later, Poppyfur went into labor. It seemed to be normal at first, and everything was going fine, but the birth lasted for a long time. Much longer than normal, and eventually the medicine cat became worried. Then came even worse complications, and although she was able to give birth to a single tom, the strain became too much for her and she passed away shortly after. Many cats were devastated, and Gingerpelt was heartbroken. But the young tom, with a reddish pelt matching his father's, was too young to ever remember his mother. He was taken in by Riverice, whose week old kits were still nursing, and Thistlekit, Elmkit, and Littlekit became his adoptive littermates.

Flamekit grew up knowing the three brothers weren't his true littermates, and as soon as he was old enough to eat solid food his father took over raising him. Although he wasn't the best, and he was often busy with warrior duties, Gingerpelt was a good father. Most of Flamekit's time was spent trying to befriend the other kits. Being an only kit bought him a bit of arrogance, but it also made him sad to see so many other kits with siblings. The nursery was crowded but it was difficult for him to make friends. He was also incredibly shy, so that didn't help matters. And so Thistlekit, Elmkit, and Littlekit became his closest friends, and eventually, Thistlekit in particular.

Flamekit quickly annoyed Thistlekit, he could tell. As his true nature revealed itself he was an incredibly spoiled and stubborn kit. He became very bossy with young Thistlekit, always roping him into strange games and schemes, getting into trouble as easily as a bird could fly. His brothers didn't try to stop the behavior, so he got away with it easily enough. As mean as he was to Thistlekit, though, and as much as they fought, at the end of the day they would always make up with each other and curl up together at night to sleep. They were best friends, and Flamekit stuck to Thistlekit like glue.

Soon he started to notice another set of three siblings: Nettlekit, Dawnkit, and Lark-kit. A rather strange trio that many kits and queens in the nursery could tell were not normal. Flamekit didn't like them at all; they were weird and they gave off a scary vibe that seemed to frighten all of the other kits, Thistlekit and his brothers included. Flamekit had been a little afraid of them too, but hid that behind his outward resistant nature. He refused to be scared of them, not even when they started to bully the other kits. Flamekit stood up to them, admittedly receiving quite a few scratches and cuts from them as a result, but never backed down. The day the older kits became apprentices and left the nursery in peace was a welcome one.

The next two moons were the best of his life. He was not incredibly eager to become an apprentice, because that would mean joining Larkpaw and his siblings, and he was content just being with his friend and his brothers. During that time Flamekit and Thistlekit became even more close, and an unusual bond seemed to be forming between them. They were both maturing, and while Thistlekit seemed to be showing increasing interest in Dawnpaw, Flamekit shouldn't shake the feeling that he was somehow... jealous, of that.

Apprenticeship

Still, Flamekit was excited when the day did come for him to become an apprentice. He received the warrior Cedarpelt as a mentor, a laid-back she-cat who he got along with surprisingly well. She was a good mentor, but not strict, and they would often chat and gossip and fool around instead of train. Flamepaw also became a rather big slacker, sometimes entirely avoiding chores if he could. A bad habit encouraged by his mentor, that was, and it took some encouragement to make him actually put effort into chores. Occasionally Thitlepaw's mentor Ripplefang would take him out training with his friend, and those days were the best, Flamepaw decided, even if Ripplefang wasn't the most fun mentor.

But being in the same den with that trio brought more harm than good. Flamepaw still disliked them, and they were still mean, and Thistlepaw's affection for Dawnpaw only seemed to make it worse. He was irritated by that at best, for the four of them- Flamepaw, Thistlepaw, Elmpaw and Littlepaw- all disliked those siblings, and yet Thistlepaw still liked Dawnpaw. They argued several times over this, Flamepaw becoming increasingly irritated at the whole situation, but it didn't change much. The two still remained friends, but their relationship had nonetheless changed.

One day during their tenth moon, things changed even more. It was a training session, only days before the older apprentices' warrior assessment. Thistlepaw was called up to spar against Dawnpaw, and Flamepaw sat back with a bored and obviously irritated look on his face, refusing to watch the practice. Thistlepaw had gotten the upper hand on the more skilled Dawnpaw, and it appeared he won the spar until Dawnpaw's brother unexpectedly joined the fight. A horrified wail from Thistlepaw caused Flamepaw to look back, and he couldn't believe what he saw. Larkpaw was on top of his friend, a maddened look in his eye as he viciously tore into Thistlepaw's back with unsheathed claws.

Flamepaw cried out and launched himself at the larger apprentice, but Larkpaw batted him away with little effort and he fell back onto the ground. Furious, he leaped up to try again but by then Thistlepaw's mentor had intervened, pulling Larkpaw off of the injured apprentice. As Larkpaw was being dragged off, Flamepaw crouched by the body of the now unconscious Thistlepaw, staring in shock at the deep gashes that covered his back. He needed the medicine cat's attention, so the training session was ended and they brought him back as quickly as possible.

He woke up shortly later, lightheaded and confused but okay. Larkpaw was suspended from becoming a warrior, and so the three spent about another moon and a half still in the apprentices' den, which was how long it took Thistlepaw to completely recover. Flamepaw was shaken up by it all and became more protective over Thistlepaw, keeping himself between Thistlepaw and Larkpaw (and his other two siblings) as much as he could. While Thistlepaw recovered Flamepaw continued with his training, but as he came closer to earning his warrior name- while Thistlepaw was still stuck in the medicine cat's den- he, Elmpaw and Littlepaw all decided to wait until their den mate had healed and completed his training with them. It was a very sudden, but genuine gesture, and even thought it meant waiting almost another two full moons, Flamepaw didn't mind it as long as they spent their warrior vigil together, as he knew it should be.

Warriorhood

They all received their warrior names on the same day. Flamepaw was named Flamewing, in honor of his energetic spirit and determination. He bore the name proudly, happy again for the first time in moons. He loved being a warrior, and having the privileges that came with it, such as not having to do chores any more and having more free time. There was always the shadow of Larkflight and his brothers (actually a bit more than that, since Thistleheart was obviously still crushing on Dawnstorm) but surprisingly, for the most part he learned to ignore it. As long as they stayed away from him and his friends, he didn't worry about them.

Ever since becoming warriors things have calmed down, not nearly as tense as they were when they were all apprentices. He's participated in border skirmishes and fights and awkward Gatherings and everything of the sort. For a time he'd had to deal with a heartbroken Thistleheart after (finally) being rejected by Dawnstorm. (It was about time. There was only so much of that lovestriken look and gushing on about her that he could take. And then there was the fact that he still felt really jealous...)

Yes, things are normal now. Flamewing is still his old self like he had been since kithood, troublesome, defiant, and determined to drag Thistleheart into every scheme he comes up with. Oh, and there's the fact that he still tends to slack on warrior duties. It can't be too long before he gets in trouble again one of these days...

Flamepaw paused at the entrance to the medicine cat's den, his breath catching nervously. Peering into the darkness, the different scents hit his nose: blood, herbs, and Thistlepaw. He couldn't see into the den from where he stood but his nose told him all he needed to know. His nerves twisted painfully as he remembered what had happened earlier that day, the horrified yowl of Thistlepaw and the sight of Larkpaw tearing the younger tom apart. He could not forget that image, and he could not forgive Larkpaw for what he had done to his best friend. Sure, they hadn't been getting along the greatest lately, but they were still friends. Blinking his emerald green eyes, Flamepaw swallowed and hesitantly stepped further into the den.

The medicine cat wouldn't be happy with him if she caught him in here, the ginger cat knew. She'd tell him to leave and not bother any of the patients. But Flamepaw needed to see Thistlepaw, needed to make sure that he was okay. He would live, the medicine cat had said, but that didn't quell Flamepaw's fears. He needed to see him for himself. The den was empty, the medicine cat nowhere in sight, thankfully. The only occupied nest held the motionless body of Thistlepaw, curled up pitifully, herbs and poultices all over his body.

Flamepaw was by his side in a heartbeat, and he could not hold back the horrified gasp at seeing his friend's back. Even with the medicine covering them, he could still see the fresh wounds, the deep gashes that had only recently stopped bleeding. He had tried to help him, to save him from Larkpaw, but had been able to do nothing. "I'm sorry, Thistlepaw," He whispered, his voice lowering to a grief-filled whimper. "I tried to, like, save you, I totally did."

As if on cue, the lump of fur that was Thistlepaw started to move. He groaned a bit, his eyes blinked open, and Flamepaw felt a rush of relief to be looking into his eyes. "Like, are you okay?" He couldn't help himself from asking.

Thistlepaw suddenly started to stand up, but he couldn't keep his balance and ended up hitting the wall of the den, then sinking back into his nest. "I'm f-fine. What happened?"

"Larkpaw attacked you, like, out of nowhere! I totally don't know why he did it but... I'm sorry," Flamepaw repeated, regret filling his eyes. "I tried to help but he was, like, so strong."

Thistlepaw became quiet, apparently thinking as he tried to remember what had happened for himself. "I think I remember, there was Dawnpaw... and then I noticed Larkpaw before I blacked out." He tried to move so that he could get into a more comfortable position, but a pained look came over his face even as he tried to prop himself up where he lay. Flamepaw flinched as he guessed how much pain Thistlepaw must have been in, only making himself feel more guilty. Thistlepaw laid his head back down, sighing and closing his eyes. "I guess I'm going to be in here for a while."

"I dunno," Flamepaw said quietly and laid down beside him. "I'm glad you're okay, though," He murmured, "I, like, totally wouldn't know what to do if you weren't." He rasped his tongue briefly over Thistlepaw's fur in a comforting gesture. Thistlepaw looked at him, a bit surprised and embarrassed, somehow, but after a moment he smiled gratefully and closed his eyes again. The two slept curled up together, finding solace in each other's presence despite the day's ordeal. Flamepaw made a promise to himself to protect Thistlepaw from then on, no matter what.