Emberdawn

A tall ruddy van tom with bicolor eyes

Emberdawn is a tall, thick furred tom of which the strands are mostly white. Save from a van marking at the top left of his face and the plume of his tail, of which are a rich cinnamon color that looks close to the fiery red of fresh embers in certain lights, from which he had gotten his name as a kit. While his fur is thick, it is not as long as some of the other cats might bare in his clan, making him medium-haired while the fur still remains thick and insulating.

Beneath his fur lies a well structured, muscular frame that had been developed over his apprenticeship and the earliest of his warriorhood, which to some, may give him a distinctive silhouette. His tall stature is not as large as some of he bigger cats in his clan like Sunbear or Beewhisker, but it is still a considerable size for a warrior his age.

His eyes could be interpreted as a stark or striking contrast to his pelt, one, his right eye, being a pale almost icy blue and the other eye, on his left, is a deep orange hue that might be said to be inherited from his great grandmother, Dawnstar, of which is connected to him paternally.

Overall, Emberdawn does his best to keep his appearance clean and presentable, always trying his hardest to make sure the white of his fur stays that way. Especially in the rushing winds of the moor that could ruffle his fur all too easily.

Emberdawn sees himself of carrying a calm and respectful disposition, always trying to be there for each and every one of his clanmates when they’re in need, which may entail him taking extra care to cats that appear struggling, and occasionally, one may not even need to ask for his help for Emberdawn to stand beside them to help them stay afloat.

In dire situations, a display of calm holds appearance on Emberdawn’s posture and expression, as if his clanmates see him calm in a time of struggle, maybe, just maybe, he could lead by example in helping his other clanmates find their way. This cool disposition carries into his everyday life as well, often keeping his temper at bay at times when it could arise in other, shorter tempered cats.

All actions he takes always have thought behind them, as he fears is nothing is thought out beforehand, the situation could tumble into a mess before any progress be made. Even something a small as a morning border patrol for Emberdawn has been run through his mind at least once before he makes any drastic decisions. However, when quick thinking is required, Emberdawn can always deliver if he is needed for it.

Emberdawn prefers careful thinking over reckless thinking, enjoying the order that comes with a carefully planned out assessment or chore, however mundane it might be to other cats his age or otherwise. He likes to think that this level-headed attitude keeps the work of clan life from becoming too stressful in the most peaceful of situations. And even in stressful ones, it would take a lot for Emberdawn to crack under pressure.

He has always felt like he has a close connection to his clanmates and the warriors in his clan, he quite often enjoys a chat with his clanmates about whatever might be going on in their lives, even something boring to another would be interesting to Emberdawn, as what matters to him lies beyond himself, if WindClan is happy, Emberdawn is happy.

• Born in the Moon of Lion's Glory (2019) 124
• Made an Apprentice as Emberpaw in WindClan during the Moon of Tiger's Wraith (2019) 130
• Named a Warrior as Emberdawn in WindClan during the Moon of Long Sun (2020) 136

Kithood [0-5 Moons]

Emberkit’s birth was set in a healthy Green-Leaf morning, however he was the only son of his mother, Daisyripple, a proper and adaptable warrior turned elder due to an injury to her hind leg that had impaired her walking and her once admirable agility and only kit of his sire Elkhaze, a senior warrior and grandson of Dawnstar, the WindClan leader that managed to take a life from ThunderClan’s memorable, Bloodstar. However, she found her purpose in being a queen, and Emberkit was born of a second litter to the queen.

While his older half-siblings, born to the same mother but a different sire, were late into apprenticeship at his kitting, when Emberkit was old enough to talk, he always asked them questions about training and, when they had graduated, about their warriorhoods as well, how easy or tricky it might have been and how to patrol and hunt like a real warrior. His eagerness endeared his siblings and his mother, who often indulged in his interests in being a warrior. Even telling him slightly fabricated stories to keep him interested.

Apprenticeship [6-11 Moons]

The eagerness of the young cat followed into his apprenticeship as he was named Emberpaw, given to ___ a cat that he had looked up to from tales woven my his dam and siblings and a warrior that he was honored to be his mentor.

Throughout his training, Emberpaw found that he simply liked doing chores the most, while he adored going out with his mentor and joining patrols with the other warriors and apprentices, where his heart truly lied was with his clanmates. Helping them and making sure all of them were healthy and happy was where he truly felt useful. The hunting and fighting were just additions to helping his clan in his own little way. That was were his passion lied.

Warriorhood [12 Moons – Current]

When his time came, Emberpaw was named Emberdawn, in honor of his great-grandmother. However the leader named him for his initiative and loyalty, he felt devoted to make that promise to uphold those virtues until StarClan wanted him. And even after that.

However, after a few moons, the first of the deaths was announced, Whisperingwind, Warrior of ShadowClan, struck down by a rogue with tortoiseshell fur. Her death was announced at a gathering as was Cottonlily of ThunderClan, then Alderfly of RiverClan. By the time that Doveflight and Pinestep of his own clan had died in the same vicious manner, he had begun to expect that WindClan would have been struck next. As much as he had hoped that the rogue wouldn’t find her way to WindClan, she did and it shattered his heart to see his clanmates laying lifeless. He gave his silent prayers and wished the best for the cats of the other clans, as they were experiencing this too.

Moons followed, and attacks continued, Pipertuft, of whom should have been the next medicine cat of WindClan, had been simply another scrap of fur beneath the rogue’s claws. The slaughtering of his clanmates boiled something deep within Emberdawn and he as much as any cat had agreed to allying with RiverClan to take down the rogue once and for all. The lives lost to the mad rogue won’t be left unavenged if Emberdawn had anything to say about it.

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