Drip's Characters

Before we can talk about Kalei, we need to cover how his group, the Thorns, came to be in the first place– settle in, everybody, because this is quite a story.
Many moons ago, a great leader of Shadowclan by the name of Thornstar gave birth to her second litter. Their father, Asterspark son of Scorchstar (son of Rowantalon), was a renowned warrior in his own right, and everybody knew that their kits would grow to become strong, capable warriors. Earlier that year Thornstar had lost an entire litter of kittens to the Great Flood, which completely destroyed the clans and claimed the lives of countless valuable warriors. She was determined that nothing would happen to this litter, and when the kits were born, Asterspark and Thornstar vowed to protect them with their lives. So the kits grew up well-loved under the careful eye of their parents, although they all took after their mother and possessed quite a wild streak. Frost was one of the feistier members of the litter, and she often snuck away from camp to explore the marshes. On one such adventure, she discovered the Thunderpath and was saved from mortal danger by none other than Oakstar himself, the leader of Thunderclan. Frostpaw learned a valuable lesson that day, and grew to respect the leader greatly. From then on she stayed closer to camp, spending her days patrolling and hunting with her friends and family happily (and seeking out other apprentices to battle).
This happy period of her life wouldn't last long, unfortunately. One day while Frostpaw was visiting Fourtrees, she and Lynxtail, a Thunderclan warrior, were captured by Twolegs and dumped on the side of the road several towns away. The two cats grew very close, always protecting and looking out for one another. Along the way they were caught by a Twoleg and met Mintwhisker, a banished medicine cat who offered to help them escape if they would allow her to accompany them on their journey. The two accepted and later that day they escaped the Twoleg's nest.
The trio spent moons on the road, travelling from city to city in search of the Clans. The further they travelled, however, the more likely it seemed that they would never reach their destination. Their time on the road ended abruptly when Frostpaw was struck by a Twoleg monster, shattering her back leg and immobilizing her. Mintwhisker did her best to heal the apprentice, but she and Lynxtail were eventually forced to turn to the Twolegs for help. They dropped her off with a family of Twolegs and for a moon they were only able to see her from the other side of a window.
One day, the Twolegs left the door to their nest open. Frostpaw seized this opportunity and fled, leaving behind her collar. Lynxtail and Mintwhisker were shocked to find that the Twolegs had done more than care for Frostpaw– they had given her a brand new metal leg. A short while later, Mintwhisker performed a Warrior ceremony, and Frostpaw became Frostthorn.
Despite having a new leg, Frostthorn couldn't travel the countless miles they knew were required to make it back to the Clans. Mintwhisker had also grown frail and tired with age, and so the trio reluctantly decided to stop their journey. They settled down in a public park, forming a miniature clan of sorts and adopting local rogues into their ranks. For a while, everything was relatively peaceful. Frostthorn learned healing from Mintwhisker, and Lynxtail did his best to organize and lead the rogues that agreed to join them. But only a few moons after settling in their new home, Mintwhisker passed away.
Lynxtail stepped down, appointing Frostthorn as the new leader of the group, and took to wandering the city. He returned to Frostthorn often to check in on his closest companion, and was always welcome within the group.
However, with the sudden change in leadership the group had become unstable. After consulting with Lynxtail and a few trusted members, Frostthorn decided that it was time to step up and take charge. After all, leadership was in her blood. She came up with a list of rules for the rogues to follow, as well as a name for the group that would unite them: The Thorns.
Frostthorn grew to be a strong and capable leader, and quickly she and her loyal companions conquered half of the city. Their group grew in size and renown, and they soon clashed with the other rival group in the area, lead by a beautiful she-cat who convinced others to do her bidding. Frostthorn hated this she-cat with a passion, and scorned her for not fighting alongside her group members. One member of the group was a former clan cat, and Frostthorn's half-brother, named Timberpaw, but Frostthorn never met this tom face-to-face.

Eventually, Frostthorn gave birth to a litter of kits. The father was unknown, and although there was much speculation as to who he could be, Frostthorn would take that secret to the grave. The kits were named and raised alongside the other Thorn litters as a group, and each was well loved and cared for by every member. Eventually, the Thorns settled into an uneasy peace with the rival group, and after the long period of war had ended Frostthorn settled into her role as the powerful and well-loved matron of the Thorns family, regailing its members with tales from her time as a member of Shadowclan.
Eventually, Lynxtail visited the Thorns less and less. Frostthorn grew worried about her aging friend and tried to convince him to retire and live with her, but he refused. One day, he returned with a tiny kit in his jaws. He gently set her at Frostthorn's feet, claiming her as his daughter and asking Frostthorn to raise her well. Lynxtail had decided to make one final attempt to return to Thunderclan. Frostthorn bid him goodbye tearfully, and the two promised to meet again in either this life or the next.
Frostthorn grew fiercely protective of the she-kit, who was beloved by all members of the Thorns. She spent many afternoons together with the kit and her eldest son, and told them stories that she wouldn't tell even her most trusted advisors– this sparked jealously, but most members adored both kits and overlooked Frostthorn's partiality towards them.