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Info | The middle litter between the prestiged, now decease deputy, Longfang, and his mate Specklenose. Tawnynose was born into a family with whom the whole clan felt warmth towards. This has lead to insecurity around whether or not she lives up to her liniage, especially since she lacks skills in normal warrior duties like hunting and fighting - but she has found happiness as well in the shapes of her kittens, Fernpaw, Stonepaw, Leafpaw, Thornpaw, and recently made warrior Featherstep - and of course their father, her eternal love, Stormheart. She worries deeply for her family, and the clans, well being - and her fear and insecurity manifests in a guilty pleasure for gossip and rumours. She isn't loved, or even liked, by everyone - but she lives and breathes for the clan and her family.

Cat Name: Tawnynose
Chocolate tortoieshell classic tabby she-cat with low white.; ill with whitecough.
Cat Age: 35+ Moons
Cat Sex: Female She/Her
Cat Rank: Warrior

Parents: Longfang x Specklenose
Siblings:
( Litter One ) - Bramblestep - Sister
( Litter Two ) - Mothpelt - Sister

( Litter Two ) - Loudstorm - brother

( Litter Three ) - Snowpaw - Sister

( Litter Three ) - Russetpaw - brother

Mate: Stormheart

Kits:

( Litter One ) Fernpaw - Daughter

( Litter One ) Thornpaw - Son

( Litter One ) Featherfrost - Son

( Litter One ) Leafpaw - Son

( Litter One ) Stonepaw - Son

IMPORTANT EVENTS

As a kitten, she loved her family's reputation. She took pride in her family - Bragged about it and considered herself above others and destined for greatness, which made her rude and judging as a kitten.

Then, low and behold, of all the mentors in the clan she got Littlestar. The leader! Her ego grew until training became more and more in depth - and she realized her skills where lacking. Training was hard - and the worse she did the more insecure and recluse she became. She pulled away from family, friends. She hated herself, and was desperate to hide how bad things where going.

She found friendship in Featherpaw and Sorrelpaw, gossips and mean girls she could get along with..... but the most surprising friendship came from Thornpaw and Stormpaw. Thornpaw, who seemed to get on everyone's bad side, and his quiet - Longfang adoring- best friend. Thornpaw was the first to realize her lack of talent, and where she thought he'd make fun of her and tell everyone, he helped (while making fun of her, but not to cruelly) He helped her, Stormpaw too.

As if training wasn't hard enough, things got even harder.

She lost a friend Featherpaw, renamed Featherstep.

Stormpaw got sick and her and Thornpaw where both concerned - she knew Thornpaws concern was romantic in nature - or guessed it was - and assuming the feeling was mutual since the two had a special bond she did not pursue Stormpaw in anyway as they became closer and closer to warriors.

Then Thornpaw died. The clan hardly seemed to care.

Stormheart and her, now named Tawnynose, grew close in their mutual sadness. She loved him, romantically and otherwise. She knew she was devoted to him, and he to her, in the unusual way similar to her parents. Not often did cats stay together as romantic companions for life - but for her it was Stormheart or bust.

So when she confessed she laughed, and warmly let him know she already agreed.

They had a surprisingly large litter shortly after - named after friends lost and the items one puts in their nest to show affection to someone... since these kittens, to them, where the very sign of a love like no other.

Stonekit, Leafkit, Fernkit and the twins - Featherkit and Thornkit.

The clan continued through a time of relative peace - the kittens became apprentices.... and things seemed well.

A storm ripped through the clan, and through Tawnynose's very soul.

Her father died, and her mother had her fathers last litter shortly after. Stormheart and Fernpaw got so ill she thought shed lose them as well. She,as one of the few not ill or injured, worked hard on hunting, even if she wasn't good at it, as well as rebuilding camp to its former glory and making sure everyone's nests where clean and filled with soft presents.

Cats from a tribe came in bringing help - she had hope for her clan - even if she didnttrust them past her own whiskers.

She was recognized for her hard working and tracking skills and sent on a special mission to the tribes to let them know Littlestar would be holding monthly gatherings - to which they where welcome to attend.

Till the overwhelming stress and overworking herself caught up - and she was ill.

Her little siblings, Russetpaw and Snowpaw, became apprentices. While she found herself surprisingly warming up to her little brother - her little sister seemed to being nothing but social misteps of her own faults. The clan seemed to hate her. or so she thought, and everything seemed like it was falling apart for her.

But life gets better - right?