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Last Updated:I didn't mean to notify my watchers I'm so sorry

≪ Group ≫

STATUS || Active
ACTIVITY LEVEL || Fairly Active

TIME ZONE || Central US Standard Time (-6)

SKYPE || Yes
NOTES || Yes
CHAT || Depends, ask about it
COMMENTS || For group role play journals only

CURSING || 10/10
VIOLENCE || 10/10
GORE || I'm a little light-hearted, nothing too bad | 8/10
SEXUAL THEMES || Just ask first about it! 9/10

ROLE-PLAY EXAMPLE ||
Alethea immediately sensed the vague somber attitude that took on the words of her friend and bit the inside of her lip in regret. Something had to have happened, otherwise she would just told her in the first place. As if she didn't already feel enough pain from her actions in the past, she felt like she was digging skeletons from the closet and not just figuratively. 'You say it's okay but I was there maybe he would be okay...Ugh, I had to leave though, damnit. She remained frustrated in her mind, but was kind enough to not let it show. This was Talia's time to speak.

Dante was regarded rather well in her mind. He was a few years older but she often wondered why such a man would be in a place like that, she was often paired with him for missions and she respected his skill. While Alethea mulled over these thoughts she gave her order as a usual roast, glancing out the window to watch the people as they walked by busily. Such usual lives humans lived, in fact. Oh, how they believed their existence to be so full of hardship and misery, and to some extent that could be true. She knew of a handful that truly had devastating events happened to them and she sympathized. Not everyone could live a life of luxury and peace, after all. The fact of the matter is that ghouls in general did not live happy lives. How could they? It was easy in moments like this to relax and be at peace but it could only last so long. The next day would bring about more destruction and the cycle would begin again. There was no real break, even for Alethea as she had chosen a more peaceful life than others.

Even when times seemed calm, there would always be the memories of what had transpired in the past.

Taking a deep breath she turned her gaze back to Talia, her eyes almost half-closed with her long eyelashes shading them. "It seems we can never escape the actions of our past..." she murmured, almost to herself, but loud enough to suggest that she didn't particularly care if Talia heard her. Alethea cracked a small, gentle smile, "You don't have to tell me details if you don't want to. This won't be our only meeting, hopefully."

Romeo had taken to curling up near Talia's leg, the warm atmosphere of the coffee shop relaxing the small dog. Did he know she was a ghoul? Perhaps dogs didn't particular have the connotation of the word like humans did, but he did know that she was like his owner. Romeo had seen his owner fight before, mainly for practice, and registered that she was different than humans. Romeo also knew that ghouls didn't eat dogs so he really didn't care, and if Alethea was okay with this woman then he guessed he was too.

≪ Basic Information ≫

NAME || Duskpaw
PAST NAMES || Duskkit

NICK-NAMES || Sister, Duskie

AFFILIATION || ShadowClan
PAST AFFILIATION || Loner

SEX || Female
GENDER || Female; she, her

BIRTH SEASON || Late greenleaf
AGE || 23 moons
AGE AT JOINING GROUP || 12 moons

RANK || Medicine Cat Apprentice

PREVIOUS MENTOR || Spiderfang [ Artistic-Twist || Status Unknown ]
MENTOR || Shadeleaf [ :dev: ]
PAST APPRENTICE(S) || N/A
CURRENT APPRENTICE || N/A

≪ Physical Information ≫

BREED || Abyssinian, Bombay, Singapura, Australian Mist, Traces of other breeds

BUILD || Generally lithe, but has a rather flattering figure and is more toned and muscled due to her time as a loner
HEIGHT || 5 ft 5 inches

SCARS || None yet

HAIR TEXTURE || Gives the illusion of it being thick, but in reality it's just a lot of thin hair in layers. More dry than oily, which helps in keeping her braids intact
HAIR COLOUR || Dark brown, although it is distinctively not black
SKIN COLOUR || Deep tan, not extremely dark but probably one of the lighter shades for ShadowClan cats

EYES || A defined, clear blue

SCENT || Faint cinnamon and other foreign spices, along with the sharp scent of pine

VOICE || Astrid from How to Train Your Dragon [ x ]

≪ Apparel ≫

NEW-LEAF/GREEN-LEAF OUTFIT || ^^^
LEAF-FALL/LEAF-BARE OUTFIT || Her hairstyle remains the same, but she adorns a thick kind of coat/cloak to cover her back and shoulders, and lets her pants down to tie right above her boots (sometimes even tucking them in).

ACCESSORIES || Aside from her medicine cat apprentice emblem around her neck on a choker necklace, she has several beads and feathers adoring her hair, along with black gloves, two belts, and braided wolf fur on the belt with a few feathers. Her knife sheathe is on the back side of her right hip.

≪ Sword ≫

SWORD NAME || (No blade received)

BLADE LENGTH || (No blade received)
SWORD/BLADE SHAPE || (No blade received)

NOTABLE FEATURES || (No blade received)

OTHER || (No blade received)

≪ Stats ≫

INTELLECT || 9/10

STRENGTH ||4/10

AGILITY || 5/10

SPEED || 4/10

TACTICS || 4/10

ENDURANCE || 5/10

STEALTH || 10/10

SWIMMING || 0/10

CLIMBING || 2/10

HAND-TO-HAND || 3/10

SWORD FIGHTING || 2/10

HUNTING || 5/10

EYESIGHT || 5/10

HEARING || 4/10

SCENT || 6/10

HERBAL KNOWLEDGE || 5/10

KITTING KNOWLEDGE || 2/10

FORGE KNOWLEDGE || 0/10

CRAFTING || 0/10

BELIEF IN STARCLAN || 10/10

BELIEF IN THE DARK FOREST || 8/10

≪ Personality ≫

Focused || Positive | With the troubles she's faced as a medicine cat tending to those who are injured and the herbal knowledge she utilized in her time as a loner, she has become rather skilled at being able to block out extra noises and concentrate on what really matters. It's rare to find her distracted or otherwise not paying attention to her job or the duties, and her tendency to keep vigilant about what she needs to do keeps her on task. Of course, she can become too wrapped up with her work and not notice if someone has come into the den, but this is reserved for important cases such as the life of a cat at stake. When putting in the effort and ability, she is actually a good student and enjoys learning. However, a lot of this depends with her mood and if she isn't feeling like she wants to listen there is a high chance she will do something else. With a sharp mind and strong spirit, she is dedicated to her work and won't allow her thoughts to wander in a serious situation.

Intelligent || Positive | An incredible memory and sharp mind aid this she-cat through many parts of her life, and it is one of the reasons she excels at her position as a medicine cat apprentice. Easily able to recall long ago memories and strange herbs with funny names, her keenness to learn is one admired by those who are aware of it. What she lacks in strength she makes up for in intellect, truly enjoying to learn more knowledge that she was otherwise unaware of. She is actually rather aware of her intelligence and tends to have little patience with those who aren't quite up to par with her own thoughts and ideas, which could make her come off as pretentious or rude when she is simply expressing her irritation in a poor way. For subjects that she does know a lot of, she can get defensive and pull out as many sources as possible to prove her point, stirring up conflict and ill feelings even if she just doesn't want to be proved wrong.

Blunt || Neutral | One might assume that this diligently working she-cat would be quiet or soft-spoken, not liking to cause trouble and keeping her patients comfortable with kind words and a gentle voice. However, one would assume wrong, as there will most likely be a snide comment or snarky remark coming from her. She's not afraid to give a piece of news exactly as it needs to be said, not because she wants to be rude but simply because she doesn't believe in sugarcoating important facts that need to be stated. To some, they consider her way of talking rather rude and wouldn't want to listen to her direct way of speaking. Fortunately, she doesn't really care what others think and will continue to speak as she pleases as long as she wants. However, just because she has a sassy way of speaking doesn't mean she is always making a rude remark. With her bluntness comes a kind of assured honesty, as many who speak with her know that they'll get the truth whether or not they want to hear it.

Relentless || Neutral | A trait that goes hand in hand with her observant and focused nature, she tends to be rather diligent in the things she chooses to do and dislikes having to give up. With a strong spirit and an impressive work ethic, she wouldn't hesitate to pull an all-nighter to stay up with a patient trying different remedies to help them. Failure is something that she handles very badly, as she despises death and takes it very personal if she is unable to save another cat. Because of this, she will push herself harder and harder and is in danger of becoming overworked if someone doesn't force her to sit down and rest. She doesn't like to just sit around and do nothing when she knows she could be out there helping her clanmates. Cats who don't know her well would most likely believe she just has a lot of energy and is capable of spending so much time doing her duties, but in reality it's not a long shot to say she might work herself to death. Taking things like this personal can help her to keep working, but can also damage her health.

Rebellious || Negative | Being incredibly resentful of authority she doesn't respect, Duskpaw is very much so the kind of cat do do what she wants whenever she wants. Traditions that don't make sense to her are considered unimportant, and much to the frustration of her superiors and peers she will be difficult to work with. Her respect is hard to earn as she is someone who only is convinced by actions, fancy words and speeches do nothing to sway her. She would never try to take a life or make decisions to harm someone's life, but in the heat of the moment she can accidentally become difficult when it's least needed. Part of this comes from her youth and lack of experience, even though she can still be reluctant to go along with a plan or order. She'll want to figure out how to do things on her own and will try to find a different solution to an issue even if there is an easier way to go about it. This would be a good thing if she wasn't so sassy and defensive about it, so a potentially inventive trait is only fueled by her inner rebelliousness.

Solitary || Negative | Preferring to be on her own and not that much of a people person to begin with, her contentedness of her own personal company can prove to be frustrating and disrespectful to the cats around herself. Instead of engaging in a conversation or actively participating in one, she is more of the type to listen quietly without much interest or simply end up leaving while another is in mid sentence. No, she doesn't secretly want to have more friends or is just shy, she just becomes easily annoyed with the idle chatter of day to day lives and would rather be spending her time with someone who she could have a true interaction with. It is difficult to get close to her simply because she is not a sweet and kind cat, she's got claws and is not afraid to use them. Some don't understand why she is so keen on spending her free time alone or by herself, and while it does seem strange she feels more at peace when she doesn't have to deal with the constant problems of other cats running to their medicine cats looking for answers. Duskpaw will probably live a life on her own, with a few close knit friends, and be completely happy with that.

LIKES || Grass, light rain, spending time in silence, helping kits, kits in general, napping
DISLIKES || Having to wait, her knowledge being undermined, being wrong, her choice to abandon her clan

STRENGTHS || Incredibly intelligent, has great determination and memory, knows how to survive in tricky situations and take care of herself, experienced the world around and is more tolerate to things she's not familiar with

WEAKNESSES || Stubborn as a mule, tends to be rather sassy, trouble with authority if she doesn't believe they should be in charge, has quite a mouth that can get her into trouble, DAWNPAW

QUIRKS || Won't ever apologize with words - she uses actions instead, gets bad anxiety but only screams inside about it, when just in a regular standing position she will put one hand on her hip while the other crosses over her body and grabs her side, organizes things when she's extremely stressed

≪ Family ≫

MOTHER || Hollyfang || Deep brown she-cat with amber eyes || virgoing || Alive || 37 moons || ShadowClan || Deputy

FATHER || Crowstar || Brown tabby tom with blue eyes || Hugh-Janus || Alive || 35 moons || ShadowClan || Leader

SIBLINGS || Dawnpaw || Dark brown tabby she-cat with blue eyes || Cat-Thighs || Alive || 23 moons || ShadowClan || Smith Apprentice
ADOPTED SIBLINGS || None yet

MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER || Birchfur || Patched white and brown tabby she-cat with amber eyes || NPC || Alive || 168 moons || ShadowClan || Elder
MATERNAL GRANDFATHER || Foxclaw || Dark brown, almost black furred tom with green eyes || NPC || Deceased || 72 moons (at death) || StarClan || Warrior

MATERNAL AUNTS || Brambleface || Dark brown tabby she-cat with green amber eyes || NPC || Deceased || 46 moons (at death) || StarClan || Queen/Warrior
MATERNAL UNCLES || None

MATERNAL COUSINS || Mousekit || Brown tabby tom with white markings and amber eyes (Brambleface's kit) || NPC || Deceased || 2 moons (at death) || StarClan || Kit
Slatestorm || Dark gray tabby tom with deep green eyes (Brambleface's kit) || NPC || Alive || 29 moons || ShadowClan || Warrior

PATERNAL GRANDMOTHER || Lichenfoot || Fawn tabby she-cat with amber eyes || NPC || Alive || 156 moons || ShadowClan || Warrior
PATERNAL GRANDFATHER || Badgertail || Dark tabby tom with blue eyes || NPC || Alive || 186 moons || ShadowClan || Elder

PATERNAL AUNTS || Ravenkit || A small black she-cat with a patch of white upon her head. || NPC || Deceased || StarClan || Kit
PATERNAL UNCLES || Starlingshade || A fair-skinned tom with black hair and white markings. || munckimooo || Alive || ShadowClan || Warrior

PATERNAL COUSINS || None

NIECES || None yet
NEPHEWS || None yet

KITS || None

≪ Sexuality ≫

CURRENT MATE || None
PAST MATES || None

CURRENT ATTRACTIONS || None
PAST ATTRACTIONS || Walker

ORIENTATION || Bisexual biromantic
ACTIVITY || Not a virgin

PHYSICAL PREFERENCES || Dark, scars, freckles, long hair
PERSONALITY PREFERENCES || Sly, teasing, mischievous, daring, bold

≪ History ≫

KITHOOD || Hollyfang and Crowstrike were known as a loving and respectable couple, and it was during late Greenleaf that they welcomed their two precious daughters into the world. After hours of labor, a first kit surprisingly lighter than her two parents was born. She had dark hair and faint stripes along her body, for which Hollyfang named her Duskkit. Not too long after, a second kit strikingly similar to the first was born, even with identical markings. It was clear that these two she-kits were actually twins, and Crowstrike jokingly mentioned the name Dawnkit for the second born. Much to Hollyfang's horror, he ended up growing attached to the name and couldn't pass up on the opportunity to name the twins names that had such a pleasant theme. Over time, however, Hollyfang eventually warmed up and lovingly accepted the name, despite the fact it was usually reserved for light colored kittens. Duskkit and Dawnkit lived relatively uneventful lives for the first few moons of life, that is, until they were old enough to try and toddle out of the nursery. Soon enough, any stray moment that their mother wasn't watching them was a chance to make a run for the nursery opening and escape into camp. Early on they never really succeeded, which is when Duskkit's cunning came into bloom as she began to create intricate plans and schemes to try and escape. Dawnkit as her loyal follower, Duskkit was obviously the one that called the shots but she never seemed to treat her sister cruelly. In fact, they were more of a duo, with Duskkit the brains and Dawnkit the brawn. They wandered in and out of dens as they pleased when they were young, and on one fateful day it was the medicine cat den that caught Duskkit's eye. While most cats of the clan tried to avoid the sassy Spiderfang, she seemed to be able to match her in fire and enjoyed helping her around the den, sorting herbs and even helping her tend to the injured if needed. Meanwhile, her sister found interest in the forge, so it seemed that when it came time for their apprenticeship that neither one would be fit for a warrior mentor, Duskkit becoming the medicine cat apprentice and Dawnkit becoming the smith apprentice.
APPRENTICESHIP || Named Duskpaw by the leader at the time, Sedgestar, she eagerly began her training under Spiderfang. She was a harsh cat who didn't coddle coddle her in the slightest, and constantly disciplined her for her fiery attitude. Despite this, Duskpaw respected Spiderfang as a mentor and diligently learned her trade from her. Her bond with Dawnpaw grew during this time, often taking trips to go visit her in the forge and try to tell her all that she was learning under her mentor, and creating schemes to bring chaos to the camp. During their youth the two twins were near identical, having a similar haircut and even wearing similar clothes, and often they took their breaks together to explore their territory. While not particularly affectionate outwardly to her parents, she showed her love for them by occasionally picking them flowers to give them, not usually letting anyone else see her doing the act if she could help it. Her views of the other clans were relatively neutral, not particularly caring about the trifles of warriors unless it meant her sister would be put into danger. There were a few wounds she took care of during this time, but what Duskpaw remembers most is the first time she visited with StarClan. Growing up she had been nursed on kit stories of the cats who roamed the skies, watching over their descendants and sending signs of what was to come. It was her job, as a learning medicine cat, to interpret these signs. As she first closed her eyes to visit with them, she was downright terrified that she'd never be cut out to make it as a medicine cat, that StarClan wouldn't think her worthy enough to listen to their voices. But she was wrong, and the cats with stars in the hair welcomed her with open arms and gave her advice on how to learn her profession.
Several visits after that, Duskpaw began to enjoy spending time with StarClan, not even imagining that anything bad was soon to happen. Perhaps StarClan knew of what was to be...perhaps they didn't. Either way, it's unlikely that any advice could've prevented the events that unfolded. It was in the dark of the night that Duskpaw was briefly awoken by the sound of scuffling feet and the low cursing of her mentor, but she thought nothing of it until the morning when the older female was nowhere to be seen. At first, she tried not to worry. She tried to convince herself that Spiderfang had just left to get herbs and she'd be back later. However, as the fully fledged medicine cat failed to return that day, or the next, or even the next week, Duskpaw began to panic. Every night the crushing reality that she had an entire clan to take care of and a lack of training to go with it struck her with fear. She was in the tower of the medicine cat den alone every night, shaking with terror that one day there would be someone so badly injured that she couldn't save them all because she wasn't trained enough. Sure, she knew how to mend wounds in practice, but to actually do these on her own without the stern words of Spiderfang in her ear sent her over the edge. Duskpaw felt burdened and didn't want her family to know how much she was struggling to stay afloat, didn't want her sister to look at her in pity and disappointment. It was with a steady heart, but shaking hands that she gathered a small bag of supplies to take with her, and following suit of her old mentor she vanished into the night hoping that she would be able to find and bring her back to the clans.

LONER ||

It was only a week into her traveling that Duskpaw realized that she had made a very bad mistake about leaving her clan. She was no closer to finding her lost mentor and she spent most of her time struggling to find enough food to survive. Just as she was making her way back to the clans is when the storms hit, and within the chaos the poor cat got helplessly lost and twisted in the maze of wilderness that she'd never seen before. Occasionally she would run into a few other loners or rogues and they would spend time in each other's company for a day before moving on. For a while, Duskpaw had gotten so caught up in simply surviving that she forgot what she was actually living for. At this point she'd deemed finding Spiderfang impossible, and now she had no earthly idea how to even get home. It was a sad existence she led, mumbling about from place to place, going wherever her stomach took her. She longed to be back in a den that smelled of herbs and remedies, to listen to the hustle and bustle of her clan mates, to see the smiling faces of her parents, to feel the roughness of her father's beard against her face. To have the same kind of hope and determination she did when she saw Dawnpaw every day.
Duskpaw took to screaming in anguish at the sky a lot at this point, which is what attracted a cat near to her that she didn't notice until he was only a few feet away. Pulling out her dull knife that was mostly used for cutting herbs, she spat threats at his face that only made him laugh as he sat down a little ways from her, feeling in no way threatened by the scrawny, underfed cat. After the former medicine cat apprentice spat a few insults at him, and he refused to leave, she settled down and started talking with him like a normal, civilized person. He then introduced himself as Walker, a loner who travelled and traded across the lands, helping whoever accepted it and avoiding those who didn't. Duskpaw told him of her clan origins, how they didn't use the bones of cats to build their homes, and how she missed the smell of the pines, the Gathering under the full moon. For some reason, Walker felt the urge to offer her to travel with him, if she couldn't find her way home. Perhaps they might stumble upon it while together? It would be safer for the both of them in the long run anyways. So Duskpaw accepted his offer, joining him in collecting odds and ends washed in from the storms and trading them with the cats they met.
Over the months they spent together the two grew very close, and Duskpaw's entire portrayal of herself changed. For a long time she refused to change her hairstyle in the slightest, afraid that her family wouldn't recognize her if they happened to meet. But realizing how foolish this was, she slowly began to branch out and find a certain affinity with feathers and beads, both reminding her of the swords of her parents and how they had decorated the sheathes. Spending time with Walker, saving each other's lives multiple times, spending cold nights bundled together in blankets...Duskpaw felt like she could live a life like this. It would be near impossible to find her clan again, after all, and she was finally happy again for the first time in what felt like an eternity. Of course, just as she was beginning to make that kind of peace with herself, Duskpaw and Walker found the outer rims of the ShadowClan border and she was faced with an awful decision. To stay, with a cat who was starting to become something more than a friend? Or return to a clan she had no idea if they would exile her for practically abandoning them? Throughout the day she struggled with trying to find the right choice, and ended up taking Walker's hand and leaving the border behind. Walker was almost furious with her, urging her to go home, that he'd be fine, that she needed to go back to where she was born, but Duskpaw refused. While home may be where the heart is, her soul couldn't bear to leave Walker behind, and she knew that he could never live the stationary, territorial life of a clan cat.
So she remained with him, beside him under the stars, wrapped in his arms, feeling his heartbeat against her ear. They were something close to mates for a week, not particularly at that lifelong commitment yet, when Duskpaw told him that she loved him, and wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. A relieved Walker took her into his arms and kissed her right then as she was in the middle of brushing her long hair, braiding in feathers and beads as she pleased.
Only a few hours later, they were attacked by dogs. Duskpaw survived, somehow, when Walker shoved her forward and told her to run until she couldn't hear the dogs anymore. She didn't want to run from them, she wanted to stand by his side and fight them. But she didn't. She ran, like how she ran away from her clan, how she ran away from her responsibility, and how she ran away from so many cats who believed and loved her. When the coast was clear she traced her way back to where she had left Walker, panic slowly beginning to settle in when she couldn't find him. There was blood, of course, mixed with so many scents she struggled to determine whose was whose. A couple of times she tracked a scent only to be led to the corpse of a dead dog, until she finally hit the right one and rushed to Walker's side where he was leaning against a tree trunk, looking up at the sky calmly. Duskpaw, however, was not so calm when she realized that his entire side had been torn open by the harsh claws of the canines, and that on one half of his face blood had caked pitifully over wounds that ran deep into his flesh. Channeling her inner medical knowledge she started to bandage him up, until he slowly reached up and grabbed her steady hands with a shaky, concerned smile. Blood trailed from his lips and nose down his chin, and for some reason his heartbeat had slowed dramatically. Duskpaw realized in a second that this was because there was hardly any blood left in him for his heart to keep going.
Breaking out into heavy, desperate sobs, she threw her arms around him and held him close, willing StarClan to do anything to her only to save his life. She'd told him about StarClan, how her ancestors had spoken with her, and like most he'd laughed. But now, in his dying breaths, he was asking her to describe it, what kind of place it was, if he'd be welcome among the stars. Duskpaw had no idea if he would be...she couldn't remember ever meeting a cat that hadn't been apart of a clan, but she didn't have time to ponder that. She was honest with him until the end, bluntly stating her uncertainty, which conjoured a sick, rasping laugh from her dying lover. He pressed a single kiss to her forehead, told her to go home and be safe, and then died. For a good while, she sat there in disbelief. Then, she prepared his body for burial, dug his grave, said a few words, and sat there the entire night in mourning. It took her days to pull herself together again, clawing at what little happiness she still felt she could cling onto. Return home? How could she? How could her clan open their hearts again to the medicine cat that left them for dead? But Walker told her to go home, and if anything, she would abide by his dying wish. Duskpaw walked back into the territory of her birthplace, the tall pines feeling strangely inviting and warm compared to the last time she'd visited. She knew the way to camp by heart, after all, she grew up here. Familiar nicks in the trees made her smile despite her heavy heart, and she noticed the lightly made paths that warriors took on patrols. With a heavy sigh, she pushed her way through the camp opening and stepped inside, familiar yet oh so different. Duskpaw gave her surroundings a tiny smile. She was home.

RETURNED APPRENTICE ||
Duskpaw was pleasantly surprised to find out that her own father had been named the new ShadowClan leader, but it left her curious as to what exactly happened while she was gone. Finding out her mother was deputy was all the more exciting, and to be welcomed home by them with open arms brought tears to her eyes. Her warm welcome, of course, was not shared by everyone. Cold treatment from her own twin sister left her unsurprised but nevertheless upset, and Duskpaw silently vowed to try and earn her trust again, as much as she felt like she never could. What was surprising was the fact that her clan was letting her be a medicine cat again. Of course she wouldn't be ranked up to a full one immediately, considering that she had left the clan and not had proper training, despite the herbal knowledge she'd acquired in her travels. But she was still thankful to be back in the medicine cat den again, this time with an equally stubborn mentor named Shadeleaf who she vaguely remembered helping take care of with Spiderfang. She was taken aback that he'd be the new medicine cat, but believed that StarClan had a reason for choosing him. Or perhaps he'd simply been the most capable, either way. Easing back into the routine of things settled her down, but she still waited nervously for the half-moon journey to talk with StarClan again, wondering if they would whisper to her again as they had when she was a child, or if Walker was among them, traveling the stars.

≪ Relationships ≫

| Dislike
| Hate
| Mortal Enemy
| Wants dead

| Admires
| Respects
| Trusts
| Idolizes

| Attraction
| Crush
| Major Crush
| Obsession

| Visually Appealing
| Physical attraction
| Lust

| Inseparable
| Loves
| Would die for

| Likes
| Friend
| Best friend
| Platonic love

| Acquaintance
| Unsure
| Nervous of
| Scared of

| Uncomfortable
| Avoidance

ϟ ThunderClan ϟ
Cats name || Owner of the character or NPC or ADOPTABLE || Relation to your cat || Bullets || "Thoughts about this character go here"

☁ WindClan ☁
Cats name || Owner of the character or NPC or ADOPTABLE || Relation to your cat || Bullets || "Thoughts about this character go here"

◐ ShadowClan ◐
Dawnpaw || Cat-Thighs || Twin Sister/Smith Apprentice ||
"I regret that I left without a word, and that we have such a distance between us. I hope...I could earn your love again someday. I...I'm so sorry Sister..."

Crowstar || Hugh-Janus || Father/Leader ||
"...After all this time, I still feel so small next to you."

Emberstrike || ZayZael || Knows Of/Smith ||

Hollyfang || virgoing || Mother/Deputy ||
"Forgive me for leaving without even a whisper. I...I love you dearly, I missed the warmth of your embrace."

♒ RiverClan ♒
Cats name || Owner of the character or NPC or ADOPTABLE || Relation to your cat || Bullets || "Thoughts about this character go here"

☆ StarClan ☆
Cats name || Owner of the character or NPC or ADOPTABLE || Relation to your cat || Bullets || "Thoughts about this character go here"

★ The Dark Forest ★
Cats name || Owner of the character or NPC or ADOPTABLE || Relation to your cat || Bullets || "Thoughts about this character go here"

ø Cats Outside the Clan ø
Cats Spiderfang || Artistic-Twist || Previous Mentor/Medicine Cat ||
"Why did you leave me?"

Description

Last Updated:I didn't mean to notify my watchers I'm so sorry

≪ Group ≫

STATUS || Active
ACTIVITY LEVEL || Fairly Active

TIME ZONE || Central US Standard Time (-6)

SKYPE || Yes
NOTES || Yes
CHAT || Depends, ask about it
COMMENTS || For group role play journals only

CURSING || 10/10
VIOLENCE || 10/10
GORE || I'm a little light-hearted, nothing too bad | 8/10
SEXUAL THEMES || Just ask first about it! 9/10

ROLE-PLAY EXAMPLE ||
Alethea immediately sensed the vague somber attitude that took on the words of her friend and bit the inside of her lip in regret. Something had to have happened, otherwise she would just told her in the first place. As if she didn't already feel enough pain from her actions in the past, she felt like she was digging skeletons from the closet and not just figuratively. 'You say it's okay but I was there maybe he would be okay...Ugh, I had to leave though, damnit. She remained frustrated in her mind, but was kind enough to not let it show. This was Talia's time to speak.

Dante was regarded rather well in her mind. He was a few years older but she often wondered why such a man would be in a place like that, she was often paired with him for missions and she respected his skill. While Alethea mulled over these thoughts she gave her order as a usual roast, glancing out the window to watch the people as they walked by busily. Such usual lives humans lived, in fact. Oh, how they believed their existence to be so full of hardship and misery, and to some extent that could be true. She knew of a handful that truly had devastating events happened to them and she sympathized. Not everyone could live a life of luxury and peace, after all. The fact of the matter is that ghouls in general did not live happy lives. How could they? It was easy in moments like this to relax and be at peace but it could only last so long. The next day would bring about more destruction and the cycle would begin again. There was no real break, even for Alethea as she had chosen a more peaceful life than others.

Even when times seemed calm, there would always be the memories of what had transpired in the past.

Taking a deep breath she turned her gaze back to Talia, her eyes almost half-closed with her long eyelashes shading them. "It seems we can never escape the actions of our past..." she murmured, almost to herself, but loud enough to suggest that she didn't particularly care if Talia heard her. Alethea cracked a small, gentle smile, "You don't have to tell me details if you don't want to. This won't be our only meeting, hopefully."

Romeo had taken to curling up near Talia's leg, the warm atmosphere of the coffee shop relaxing the small dog. Did he know she was a ghoul? Perhaps dogs didn't particular have the connotation of the word like humans did, but he did know that she was like his owner. Romeo had seen his owner fight before, mainly for practice, and registered that she was different than humans. Romeo also knew that ghouls didn't eat dogs so he really didn't care, and if Alethea was okay with this woman then he guessed he was too.

≪ Basic Information ≫

NAME || Duskpaw
PAST NAMES || Duskkit

NICK-NAMES || Sister, Duskie

AFFILIATION || ShadowClan
PAST AFFILIATION || Loner

SEX || Female
GENDER || Female; she, her

BIRTH SEASON || Late greenleaf
AGE || 23 moons
AGE AT JOINING GROUP || 12 moons

RANK || Medicine Cat Apprentice

PREVIOUS MENTOR || Spiderfang [ Artistic-Twist || Status Unknown ]
MENTOR || Shadeleaf [ :dev: ]
PAST APPRENTICE(S) || N/A
CURRENT APPRENTICE || N/A

≪ Physical Information ≫

BREED || Abyssinian, Bombay, Singapura, Australian Mist, Traces of other breeds

BUILD || Generally lithe, but has a rather flattering figure and is more toned and muscled due to her time as a loner
HEIGHT || 5 ft 5 inches

SCARS || None yet

HAIR TEXTURE || Gives the illusion of it being thick, but in reality it's just a lot of thin hair in layers. More dry than oily, which helps in keeping her braids intact
HAIR COLOUR || Dark brown, although it is distinctively not black
SKIN COLOUR || Deep tan, not extremely dark but probably one of the lighter shades for ShadowClan cats

EYES || A defined, clear blue

SCENT || Faint cinnamon and other foreign spices, along with the sharp scent of pine

VOICE || Astrid from How to Train Your Dragon [ x ]

≪ Apparel ≫

NEW-LEAF/GREEN-LEAF OUTFIT || ^^^
LEAF-FALL/LEAF-BARE OUTFIT || Her hairstyle remains the same, but she adorns a thick kind of coat/cloak to cover her back and shoulders, and lets her pants down to tie right above her boots (sometimes even tucking them in).

ACCESSORIES || Aside from her medicine cat apprentice emblem around her neck on a choker necklace, she has several beads and feathers adoring her hair, along with black gloves, two belts, and braided wolf fur on the belt with a few feathers. Her knife sheathe is on the back side of her right hip.

≪ Sword ≫

SWORD NAME || (No blade received)

BLADE LENGTH || (No blade received)
SWORD/BLADE SHAPE || (No blade received)

NOTABLE FEATURES || (No blade received)

OTHER || (No blade received)

≪ Stats ≫

INTELLECT || 9/10

STRENGTH ||4/10

AGILITY || 5/10

SPEED || 4/10

TACTICS || 4/10

ENDURANCE || 5/10

STEALTH || 10/10

SWIMMING || 0/10

CLIMBING || 2/10

HAND-TO-HAND || 3/10

SWORD FIGHTING || 2/10

HUNTING || 5/10

EYESIGHT || 5/10

HEARING || 4/10

SCENT || 6/10

HERBAL KNOWLEDGE || 5/10

KITTING KNOWLEDGE || 2/10

FORGE KNOWLEDGE || 0/10

CRAFTING || 0/10

BELIEF IN STARCLAN || 10/10

BELIEF IN THE DARK FOREST || 8/10

≪ Personality ≫

Focused || Positive | With the troubles she's faced as a medicine cat tending to those who are injured and the herbal knowledge she utilized in her time as a loner, she has become rather skilled at being able to block out extra noises and concentrate on what really matters. It's rare to find her distracted or otherwise not paying attention to her job or the duties, and her tendency to keep vigilant about what she needs to do keeps her on task. Of course, she can become too wrapped up with her work and not notice if someone has come into the den, but this is reserved for important cases such as the life of a cat at stake. When putting in the effort and ability, she is actually a good student and enjoys learning. However, a lot of this depends with her mood and if she isn't feeling like she wants to listen there is a high chance she will do something else. With a sharp mind and strong spirit, she is dedicated to her work and won't allow her thoughts to wander in a serious situation.

Intelligent || Positive | An incredible memory and sharp mind aid this she-cat through many parts of her life, and it is one of the reasons she excels at her position as a medicine cat apprentice. Easily able to recall long ago memories and strange herbs with funny names, her keenness to learn is one admired by those who are aware of it. What she lacks in strength she makes up for in intellect, truly enjoying to learn more knowledge that she was otherwise unaware of. She is actually rather aware of her intelligence and tends to have little patience with those who aren't quite up to par with her own thoughts and ideas, which could make her come off as pretentious or rude when she is simply expressing her irritation in a poor way. For subjects that she does know a lot of, she can get defensive and pull out as many sources as possible to prove her point, stirring up conflict and ill feelings even if she just doesn't want to be proved wrong.

Blunt || Neutral | One might assume that this diligently working she-cat would be quiet or soft-spoken, not liking to cause trouble and keeping her patients comfortable with kind words and a gentle voice. However, one would assume wrong, as there will most likely be a snide comment or snarky remark coming from her. She's not afraid to give a piece of news exactly as it needs to be said, not because she wants to be rude but simply because she doesn't believe in sugarcoating important facts that need to be stated. To some, they consider her way of talking rather rude and wouldn't want to listen to her direct way of speaking. Fortunately, she doesn't really care what others think and will continue to speak as she pleases as long as she wants. However, just because she has a sassy way of speaking doesn't mean she is always making a rude remark. With her bluntness comes a kind of assured honesty, as many who speak with her know that they'll get the truth whether or not they want to hear it.

Relentless || Neutral | A trait that goes hand in hand with her observant and focused nature, she tends to be rather diligent in the things she chooses to do and dislikes having to give up. With a strong spirit and an impressive work ethic, she wouldn't hesitate to pull an all-nighter to stay up with a patient trying different remedies to help them. Failure is something that she handles very badly, as she despises death and takes it very personal if she is unable to save another cat. Because of this, she will push herself harder and harder and is in danger of becoming overworked if someone doesn't force her to sit down and rest. She doesn't like to just sit around and do nothing when she knows she could be out there helping her clanmates. Cats who don't know her well would most likely believe she just has a lot of energy and is capable of spending so much time doing her duties, but in reality it's not a long shot to say she might work herself to death. Taking things like this personal can help her to keep working, but can also damage her health.

Rebellious || Negative | Being incredibly resentful of authority she doesn't respect, Duskpaw is very much so the kind of cat do do what she wants whenever she wants. Traditions that don't make sense to her are considered unimportant, and much to the frustration of her superiors and peers she will be difficult to work with. Her respect is hard to earn as she is someone who only is convinced by actions, fancy words and speeches do nothing to sway her. She would never try to take a life or make decisions to harm someone's life, but in the heat of the moment she can accidentally become difficult when it's least needed. Part of this comes from her youth and lack of experience, even though she can still be reluctant to go along with a plan or order. She'll want to figure out how to do things on her own and will try to find a different solution to an issue even if there is an easier way to go about it. This would be a good thing if she wasn't so sassy and defensive about it, so a potentially inventive trait is only fueled by her inner rebelliousness.

Solitary || Negative | Preferring to be on her own and not that much of a people person to begin with, her contentedness of her own personal company can prove to be frustrating and disrespectful to the cats around herself. Instead of engaging in a conversation or actively participating in one, she is more of the type to listen quietly without much interest or simply end up leaving while another is in mid sentence. No, she doesn't secretly want to have more friends or is just shy, she just becomes easily annoyed with the idle chatter of day to day lives and would rather be spending her time with someone who she could have a true interaction with. It is difficult to get close to her simply because she is not a sweet and kind cat, she's got claws and is not afraid to use them. Some don't understand why she is so keen on spending her free time alone or by herself, and while it does seem strange she feels more at peace when she doesn't have to deal with the constant problems of other cats running to their medicine cats looking for answers. Duskpaw will probably live a life on her own, with a few close knit friends, and be completely happy with that.

LIKES || Grass, light rain, spending time in silence, helping kits, kits in general, napping
DISLIKES || Having to wait, her knowledge being undermined, being wrong, her choice to abandon her clan

STRENGTHS || Incredibly intelligent, has great determination and memory, knows how to survive in tricky situations and take care of herself, experienced the world around and is more tolerate to things she's not familiar with

WEAKNESSES || Stubborn as a mule, tends to be rather sassy, trouble with authority if she doesn't believe they should be in charge, has quite a mouth that can get her into trouble, DAWNPAW

QUIRKS || Won't ever apologize with words - she uses actions instead, gets bad anxiety but only screams inside about it, when just in a regular standing position she will put one hand on her hip while the other crosses over her body and grabs her side, organizes things when she's extremely stressed

≪ Family ≫

MOTHER || Hollyfang || Deep brown she-cat with amber eyes || virgoing || Alive || 37 moons || ShadowClan || Deputy

FATHER || Crowstar || Brown tabby tom with blue eyes || Hugh-Janus || Alive || 35 moons || ShadowClan || Leader

SIBLINGS || Dawnpaw || Dark brown tabby she-cat with blue eyes || Cat-Thighs || Alive || 23 moons || ShadowClan || Smith Apprentice
ADOPTED SIBLINGS || None yet

MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER || Birchfur || Patched white and brown tabby she-cat with amber eyes || NPC || Alive || 168 moons || ShadowClan || Elder
MATERNAL GRANDFATHER || Foxclaw || Dark brown, almost black furred tom with green eyes || NPC || Deceased || 72 moons (at death) || StarClan || Warrior

MATERNAL AUNTS || Brambleface || Dark brown tabby she-cat with green amber eyes || NPC || Deceased || 46 moons (at death) || StarClan || Queen/Warrior
MATERNAL UNCLES || None

MATERNAL COUSINS || Mousekit || Brown tabby tom with white markings and amber eyes (Brambleface's kit) || NPC || Deceased || 2 moons (at death) || StarClan || Kit
Slatestorm || Dark gray tabby tom with deep green eyes (Brambleface's kit) || NPC || Alive || 29 moons || ShadowClan || Warrior

PATERNAL GRANDMOTHER || Lichenfoot || Fawn tabby she-cat with amber eyes || NPC || Alive || 156 moons || ShadowClan || Warrior
PATERNAL GRANDFATHER || Badgertail || Dark tabby tom with blue eyes || NPC || Alive || 186 moons || ShadowClan || Elder

PATERNAL AUNTS || Ravenkit || A small black she-cat with a patch of white upon her head. || NPC || Deceased || StarClan || Kit
PATERNAL UNCLES || Starlingshade || A fair-skinned tom with black hair and white markings. || munckimooo || Alive || ShadowClan || Warrior

PATERNAL COUSINS || None

NIECES || None yet
NEPHEWS || None yet

KITS || None

≪ Sexuality ≫

CURRENT MATE || None
PAST MATES || None

CURRENT ATTRACTIONS || None
PAST ATTRACTIONS || Walker

ORIENTATION || Bisexual biromantic
ACTIVITY || Not a virgin

PHYSICAL PREFERENCES || Dark, scars, freckles, long hair
PERSONALITY PREFERENCES || Sly, teasing, mischievous, daring, bold

≪ History ≫

KITHOOD || Hollyfang and Crowstrike were known as a loving and respectable couple, and it was during late Greenleaf that they welcomed their two precious daughters into the world. After hours of labor, a first kit surprisingly lighter than her two parents was born. She had dark hair and faint stripes along her body, for which Hollyfang named her Duskkit. Not too long after, a second kit strikingly similar to the first was born, even with identical markings. It was clear that these two she-kits were actually twins, and Crowstrike jokingly mentioned the name Dawnkit for the second born. Much to Hollyfang's horror, he ended up growing attached to the name and couldn't pass up on the opportunity to name the twins names that had such a pleasant theme. Over time, however, Hollyfang eventually warmed up and lovingly accepted the name, despite the fact it was usually reserved for light colored kittens. Duskkit and Dawnkit lived relatively uneventful lives for the first few moons of life, that is, until they were old enough to try and toddle out of the nursery. Soon enough, any stray moment that their mother wasn't watching them was a chance to make a run for the nursery opening and escape into camp. Early on they never really succeeded, which is when Duskkit's cunning came into bloom as she began to create intricate plans and schemes to try and escape. Dawnkit as her loyal follower, Duskkit was obviously the one that called the shots but she never seemed to treat her sister cruelly. In fact, they were more of a duo, with Duskkit the brains and Dawnkit the brawn. They wandered in and out of dens as they pleased when they were young, and on one fateful day it was the medicine cat den that caught Duskkit's eye. While most cats of the clan tried to avoid the sassy Spiderfang, she seemed to be able to match her in fire and enjoyed helping her around the den, sorting herbs and even helping her tend to the injured if needed. Meanwhile, her sister found interest in the forge, so it seemed that when it came time for their apprenticeship that neither one would be fit for a warrior mentor, Duskkit becoming the medicine cat apprentice and Dawnkit becoming the smith apprentice.
APPRENTICESHIP || Named Duskpaw by the leader at the time, Sedgestar, she eagerly began her training under Spiderfang. She was a harsh cat who didn't coddle coddle her in the slightest, and constantly disciplined her for her fiery attitude. Despite this, Duskpaw respected Spiderfang as a mentor and diligently learned her trade from her. Her bond with Dawnpaw grew during this time, often taking trips to go visit her in the forge and try to tell her all that she was learning under her mentor, and creating schemes to bring chaos to the camp. During their youth the two twins were near identical, having a similar haircut and even wearing similar clothes, and often they took their breaks together to explore their territory. While not particularly affectionate outwardly to her parents, she showed her love for them by occasionally picking them flowers to give them, not usually letting anyone else see her doing the act if she could help it. Her views of the other clans were relatively neutral, not particularly caring about the trifles of warriors unless it meant her sister would be put into danger. There were a few wounds she took care of during this time, but what Duskpaw remembers most is the first time she visited with StarClan. Growing up she had been nursed on kit stories of the cats who roamed the skies, watching over their descendants and sending signs of what was to come. It was her job, as a learning medicine cat, to interpret these signs. As she first closed her eyes to visit with them, she was downright terrified that she'd never be cut out to make it as a medicine cat, that StarClan wouldn't think her worthy enough to listen to their voices. But she was wrong, and the cats with stars in the hair welcomed her with open arms and gave her advice on how to learn her profession.
Several visits after that, Duskpaw began to enjoy spending time with StarClan, not even imagining that anything bad was soon to happen. Perhaps StarClan knew of what was to be...perhaps they didn't. Either way, it's unlikely that any advice could've prevented the events that unfolded. It was in the dark of the night that Duskpaw was briefly awoken by the sound of scuffling feet and the low cursing of her mentor, but she thought nothing of it until the morning when the older female was nowhere to be seen. At first, she tried not to worry. She tried to convince herself that Spiderfang had just left to get herbs and she'd be back later. However, as the fully fledged medicine cat failed to return that day, or the next, or even the next week, Duskpaw began to panic. Every night the crushing reality that she had an entire clan to take care of and a lack of training to go with it struck her with fear. She was in the tower of the medicine cat den alone every night, shaking with terror that one day there would be someone so badly injured that she couldn't save them all because she wasn't trained enough. Sure, she knew how to mend wounds in practice, but to actually do these on her own without the stern words of Spiderfang in her ear sent her over the edge. Duskpaw felt burdened and didn't want her family to know how much she was struggling to stay afloat, didn't want her sister to look at her in pity and disappointment. It was with a steady heart, but shaking hands that she gathered a small bag of supplies to take with her, and following suit of her old mentor she vanished into the night hoping that she would be able to find and bring her back to the clans.

LONER ||

It was only a week into her traveling that Duskpaw realized that she had made a very bad mistake about leaving her clan. She was no closer to finding her lost mentor and she spent most of her time struggling to find enough food to survive. Just as she was making her way back to the clans is when the storms hit, and within the chaos the poor cat got helplessly lost and twisted in the maze of wilderness that she'd never seen before. Occasionally she would run into a few other loners or rogues and they would spend time in each other's company for a day before moving on. For a while, Duskpaw had gotten so caught up in simply surviving that she forgot what she was actually living for. At this point she'd deemed finding Spiderfang impossible, and now she had no earthly idea how to even get home. It was a sad existence she led, mumbling about from place to place, going wherever her stomach took her. She longed to be back in a den that smelled of herbs and remedies, to listen to the hustle and bustle of her clan mates, to see the smiling faces of her parents, to feel the roughness of her father's beard against her face. To have the same kind of hope and determination she did when she saw Dawnpaw every day.
Duskpaw took to screaming in anguish at the sky a lot at this point, which is what attracted a cat near to her that she didn't notice until he was only a few feet away. Pulling out her dull knife that was mostly used for cutting herbs, she spat threats at his face that only made him laugh as he sat down a little ways from her, feeling in no way threatened by the scrawny, underfed cat. After the former medicine cat apprentice spat a few insults at him, and he refused to leave, she settled down and started talking with him like a normal, civilized person. He then introduced himself as Walker, a loner who travelled and traded across the lands, helping whoever accepted it and avoiding those who didn't. Duskpaw told him of her clan origins, how they didn't use the bones of cats to build their homes, and how she missed the smell of the pines, the Gathering under the full moon. For some reason, Walker felt the urge to offer her to travel with him, if she couldn't find her way home. Perhaps they might stumble upon it while together? It would be safer for the both of them in the long run anyways. So Duskpaw accepted his offer, joining him in collecting odds and ends washed in from the storms and trading them with the cats they met.
Over the months they spent together the two grew very close, and Duskpaw's entire portrayal of herself changed. For a long time she refused to change her hairstyle in the slightest, afraid that her family wouldn't recognize her if they happened to meet. But realizing how foolish this was, she slowly began to branch out and find a certain affinity with feathers and beads, both reminding her of the swords of her parents and how they had decorated the sheathes. Spending time with Walker, saving each other's lives multiple times, spending cold nights bundled together in blankets...Duskpaw felt like she could live a life like this. It would be near impossible to find her clan again, after all, and she was finally happy again for the first time in what felt like an eternity. Of course, just as she was beginning to make that kind of peace with herself, Duskpaw and Walker found the outer rims of the ShadowClan border and she was faced with an awful decision. To stay, with a cat who was starting to become something more than a friend? Or return to a clan she had no idea if they would exile her for practically abandoning them? Throughout the day she struggled with trying to find the right choice, and ended up taking Walker's hand and leaving the border behind. Walker was almost furious with her, urging her to go home, that he'd be fine, that she needed to go back to where she was born, but Duskpaw refused. While home may be where the heart is, her soul couldn't bear to leave Walker behind, and she knew that he could never live the stationary, territorial life of a clan cat.
So she remained with him, beside him under the stars, wrapped in his arms, feeling his heartbeat against her ear. They were something close to mates for a week, not particularly at that lifelong commitment yet, when Duskpaw told him that she loved him, and wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. A relieved Walker took her into his arms and kissed her right then as she was in the middle of brushing her long hair, braiding in feathers and beads as she pleased.
Only a few hours later, they were attacked by dogs. Duskpaw survived, somehow, when Walker shoved her forward and told her to run until she couldn't hear the dogs anymore. She didn't want to run from them, she wanted to stand by his side and fight them. But she didn't. She ran, like how she ran away from her clan, how she ran away from her responsibility, and how she ran away from so many cats who believed and loved her. When the coast was clear she traced her way back to where she had left Walker, panic slowly beginning to settle in when she couldn't find him. There was blood, of course, mixed with so many scents she struggled to determine whose was whose. A couple of times she tracked a scent only to be led to the corpse of a dead dog, until she finally hit the right one and rushed to Walker's side where he was leaning against a tree trunk, looking up at the sky calmly. Duskpaw, however, was not so calm when she realized that his entire side had been torn open by the harsh claws of the canines, and that on one half of his face blood had caked pitifully over wounds that ran deep into his flesh. Channeling her inner medical knowledge she started to bandage him up, until he slowly reached up and grabbed her steady hands with a shaky, concerned smile. Blood trailed from his lips and nose down his chin, and for some reason his heartbeat had slowed dramatically. Duskpaw realized in a second that this was because there was hardly any blood left in him for his heart to keep going.
Breaking out into heavy, desperate sobs, she threw her arms around him and held him close, willing StarClan to do anything to her only to save his life. She'd told him about StarClan, how her ancestors had spoken with her, and like most he'd laughed. But now, in his dying breaths, he was asking her to describe it, what kind of place it was, if he'd be welcome among the stars. Duskpaw had no idea if he would be...she couldn't remember ever meeting a cat that hadn't been apart of a clan, but she didn't have time to ponder that. She was honest with him until the end, bluntly stating her uncertainty, which conjoured a sick, rasping laugh from her dying lover. He pressed a single kiss to her forehead, told her to go home and be safe, and then died. For a good while, she sat there in disbelief. Then, she prepared his body for burial, dug his grave, said a few words, and sat there the entire night in mourning. It took her days to pull herself together again, clawing at what little happiness she still felt she could cling onto. Return home? How could she? How could her clan open their hearts again to the medicine cat that left them for dead? But Walker told her to go home, and if anything, she would abide by his dying wish. Duskpaw walked back into the territory of her birthplace, the tall pines feeling strangely inviting and warm compared to the last time she'd visited. She knew the way to camp by heart, after all, she grew up here. Familiar nicks in the trees made her smile despite her heavy heart, and she noticed the lightly made paths that warriors took on patrols. With a heavy sigh, she pushed her way through the camp opening and stepped inside, familiar yet oh so different. Duskpaw gave her surroundings a tiny smile. She was home.

RETURNED APPRENTICE ||
Duskpaw was pleasantly surprised to find out that her own father had been named the new ShadowClan leader, but it left her curious as to what exactly happened while she was gone. Finding out her mother was deputy was all the more exciting, and to be welcomed home by them with open arms brought tears to her eyes. Her warm welcome, of course, was not shared by everyone. Cold treatment from her own twin sister left her unsurprised but nevertheless upset, and Duskpaw silently vowed to try and earn her trust again, as much as she felt like she never could. What was surprising was the fact that her clan was letting her be a medicine cat again. Of course she wouldn't be ranked up to a full one immediately, considering that she had left the clan and not had proper training, despite the herbal knowledge she'd acquired in her travels. But she was still thankful to be back in the medicine cat den again, this time with an equally stubborn mentor named Shadeleaf who she vaguely remembered helping take care of with Spiderfang. She was taken aback that he'd be the new medicine cat, but believed that StarClan had a reason for choosing him. Or perhaps he'd simply been the most capable, either way. Easing back into the routine of things settled her down, but she still waited nervously for the half-moon journey to talk with StarClan again, wondering if they would whisper to her again as they had when she was a child, or if Walker was among them, traveling the stars.

≪ Relationships ≫

| Dislike
| Hate
| Mortal Enemy
| Wants dead

| Admires
| Respects
| Trusts
| Idolizes

| Attraction
| Crush
| Major Crush
| Obsession

| Visually Appealing
| Physical attraction
| Lust

| Inseparable
| Loves
| Would die for

| Likes
| Friend
| Best friend
| Platonic love

| Acquaintance
| Unsure
| Nervous of
| Scared of

| Uncomfortable
| Avoidance

ϟ ThunderClan ϟ
Cats name || Owner of the character or NPC or ADOPTABLE || Relation to your cat || Bullets || "Thoughts about this character go here"

☁ WindClan ☁
Cats name || Owner of the character or NPC or ADOPTABLE || Relation to your cat || Bullets || "Thoughts about this character go here"

◐ ShadowClan ◐
Dawnpaw || Cat-Thighs || Twin Sister/Smith Apprentice ||
"I regret that I left without a word, and that we have such a distance between us. I hope...I could earn your love again someday. I...I'm so sorry Sister..."

Crowstar || Hugh-Janus || Father/Leader ||
"...After all this time, I still feel so small next to you."

Emberstrike || ZayZael || Knows Of/Smith ||

Hollyfang || virgoing || Mother/Deputy ||
"Forgive me for leaving without even a whisper. I...I love you dearly, I missed the warmth of your embrace."

♒ RiverClan ♒
Cats name || Owner of the character or NPC or ADOPTABLE || Relation to your cat || Bullets || "Thoughts about this character go here"

☆ StarClan ☆
Cats name || Owner of the character or NPC or ADOPTABLE || Relation to your cat || Bullets || "Thoughts about this character go here"

★ The Dark Forest ★
Cats name || Owner of the character or NPC or ADOPTABLE || Relation to your cat || Bullets || "Thoughts about this character go here"

ø Cats Outside the Clan ø
Cats Spiderfang || Artistic-Twist || Previous Mentor/Medicine Cat ||
"Why did you leave me?"