The Eterna

Kittenhood: 

Leafkit had been born into SaberClan, his mother Mottledstream, and his father, Jayfrost. The two parents were a gentle pair, making them the perfect parents. Mottledstream had gazed at her three kittens; the dark kit quickly received the name Shadowkit, while the first cream-pointed kit born was Morningkit for her various ginger patches. The third born was the most distinct; his wooly fur was noticed from birth, and his nature appeared so delicate. Since Mottledstream was an apprentice, she figured she'd have kits and name one Leafkit, as she adored the leaves during the fall. Mottledstream's favorite season was Leaf-Fall, as well.

The pair made sure to give all kits an equal amount of affection and attention, being sure to speak to all three and not keep anyone out. This being, the family would be a close one, Morningkit and Shadowkit born alongside Leafkit. The three kits delivered were two mollies and one tom, which Jayfrost was fortunate with, considering he wanted a tom-kit to be able to mess with and lecture as he aged. Luckily for Jayfrost, he had a kit who enjoyed a tussle and didn't mind being teased or tossed around. That would be Leafkit; meanwhile, the girls focused on their mother and listened to her stories. Leafkit hadn't felt as though he'd fit in with anyone, feeling uncomfortable from the moment he opened his eyes.

Apprenticeship:

Finally, the day of Leafkit, Shadowkit, and Morningkit's apprenticeship ceremony had arrived, and the three were renamed and assigned their mentors to begin their journey to warriorhood. Leafkit was energetic and astonished that the day finally came, excited to start the work of becoming a warrior. He hoped to become an honorable, respected warrior, planning on working his rear off. He didn't want to let his parents down or anyone, especially those of higher authority. Leafpaw was one of those youngsters that looked up to the leader and deputy, hoping to hold that position one of these days. Leafpaw was too young now, obviously, but he could dream. Leafpaw had high hopes and dreams. The thing was if he could accomplish them or not.

Leafpaw's mentor had been a she-cat named Myrtlestep, an intelligent and soft-hearted molly who excelled in stealth and battle technique. Leafpaw wasn't disappointed, considering Myrtlestep was a respectable warrior with a soft heart. He would enjoy getting along with someone who wouldn't argue with him. The unfortunate thing was for Myrtlestep since she'd be dealing with a rather stubborn and insensitive apprentice who worried for his future and wanted the best. A bit selfish, that seemed as well.

Myrtlestep had gone through training for a few hours a day and night, having the apprentice go at it with her every dawn and dusk. Leafpaw had been exhausted by the time he had been nine moons, more often visiting the Medicine Cat's den than he wished to. He didn't understand the medicine cat, not how someone wouldn't want to engage in battle and patrols, choosing medical aid over such went over her head like nothing else. He prayed she didn't appear weak, visiting the medicine cat's den as less as possible. Occasionally, he'd skip out on it and bug Myrtlestep to train her anyway when demanded to go.

Myrtlestep would comply, though she disagreed with her apprentice's stubbornness to show in the medicine cat's den for rest and his health. Myrtlestep was stuck, often reminding Leafpaw how essential his mental and physical health were. Eventually, Myrtlestep had enough of Leafpaw's stubbornness, explaining that she wouldn't continue training as a threat for Leafpaw to get the rest and whatnot he needed when visiting the medicine cat.

Around eleven moons, Leafpaw had gone out on a border patrol with Myrtlestep, Mottledstream, and Morningpaw with her mentor. Meanwhile, Shadowpaw was stuck training with Jayfrost, who was assigned as her mentor. Leafpaw couldn't imagine training with her father, though, at the same time, he figured that Shadowpaw was lucky. While out during the border patrol, Leafpaw demanded the four follow her, considering an unfamiliar aroma reached her nose. It appeared Mottlestream froze, dubiously following after her upcoming warrior, stopping in her tracks when she saw who stood above her child. Mottledstream swallowed hard, "I hope you're just passing through, feline," She'd scowl at the tall, russet ginger tom.

"Awe, sister, I've missed you," The voluminous brute of a tom cooed, cocking a nonexistent brow, "This your kit? I figured she would run." He chimed, pressing Leafpaw's crania into the terrain, his chin pressed into the dirt. He wanted to mew for help, but he knew this was her chance to show his mother and the other three what he was made of. Leafpaw allowed his hindquarters to raise, kicking out from beneath the giant paw of the russet tom. The exile snickered, but his laughter halted when Leafpaw raked his trachea area. Blood began to seep through the russet fur, "Five against one wouldn't be fair; I suppose I'll have to come to visit when your children aren't around to ruin things." He purred, the rumbling in his throat deep and harsh. Mottledstream had only frozen in shock, remembering the first two kits he'd murdered previously. This tom was her brother, who was exiled for the murder of Pelicankit and Magnoliakit, Mottledstream's first litter.

The memories spun through her mind, quickly running to her kit, whose claws were bloodied through her protection of herself. She snuggled close to her apprenticed kit, "Never go ahead like that on your own unless you're a warrior," She explained out of concern, "But...I guess I should have trusted since you survived and defended yourself." With those words, Leafpaw felt butterflies fluttering deep within his abdomen, glad to be praised by his mother. Myrtlestep approached her apprentice, a grin upon her countenance, "You will make a fine warrior, dear Leafpaw." Myrtlestep hummed in a pleasing demeanor, clearly proud of the apprentice's escape from the russet tom. However, Myrtlestep's humming abruptly stopped, gazing harshly toward her apprentice, "But next time, don't be so sure about an opponent."

This brought up questions from Leafpaw, who was bewildered about why the tomcat referred to his mother, Mottledstream as "sister." "Who is he, mom?"

"My brother, Russettalon. He changed his name, now referring to him as Rowan. He's dangerous, my dear, Leafpaw. He's brutal. Next time you see him, turn in the other direction. I can't allow myself to lose you to him."

Leafpaw could tell his mother was upset, nodding his cranium. He realized that he needed to obey his mother's words for his mother's sake. If he could, whatever happened between Rowan and his mother, he would get his paws bloody if essential.


Warriorhood:

Soon after Leafpaw's situation with the border patrol, at twelve moons, he had earned his warrior name. The warrior ceremony for all three siblings, Leafpaw, Morningpaw, and Shadowpaw. Leafpaw had been named Leafcloud for his cool head in intense situations, and the suffix for his wooly, lengthy fur. Morningfire called for her fierce and passionate persona. Last but not least, Shadowhaze for her ditziness but earned her warrior ceremony for improvement and courage. Leafcloud constantly struggles with his overwhelming emotions and thoughts on who he is, and what he is. Consistently shrouded in confusion, Leafcloud needs to allow himself to open up to someone, possibly someone like him.

Alias • Gemini
Pronouns • She/Her.
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