Drippy's Character Background Dump

1.
Dawnpaw purred proudly as Darkstar gave him his apprentice name. The scruffy brown tom could barely hold in his squeaks of excitement as Darkstar paused, her eyes scanning the crowd behind him. His mentor was going to be someone heroic and brave, someone who could teach him how to become an amazing warrior.

"Your mentor will be Boulderpelt."
Great.
Boulderpelt was a soft-spoken tom with sleek, grey tabby fur. He was Dawnpaw's polar opposite- while the warrior was calm and gentle, the fluffy apprentice was feisty and stubborn. Still, it was better than getting someone like his own mother, who was bound to go soft on him. Dawnpaw's golden eyes narrowed slightly but he padded towards Boulderpelt nonetheless, reaching up to meet the grey tabby's nose with his own.
Despite his disappointment he felt a rush of pride while the clan chanted his name. Somehow, he'd find a way to be a great warrior.
The tom's golden eyes met Flowerkit's green ones and he shrugged slightly, hitching a grin onto his face. Flowerkit, although small, would be joining him in the Apprentice den any day now. He could hardly wait- they had been best friends for what felt like forever.

2.
Adventures
Dawnpaw and Flowerpaw padded through the forest, giggling every now and then. The sun was setting, the forest was alive with the beautiful sounds of Thunderclan territory and they were alone for the first time since their ceremonies. Dawnpaw had to admit he missed the times they shared in the corner of the nursery. Life had been much quieter then, and the past moon had gone by in such a rush. Boulderpelt barely gave him a break and the brown apprentice was always doing some sort of chore.
Flowerpaw, on the other hand, had quickly become the center of most tom's attention. She was usually hanging out with her sisters while silly tomcats bumbled around her, drooling.
"Don't worry, she knows an idiot when she sees one." Rainpaw would mew when he caught Dawnpaw staring at her jealously. This usually sparked an angry retort from Dawnpaw and a small scuffle.
Rainpaw was fun, yes, but the silver tabby couldn't match Flowerpaw in anything.
She so nice and sweet. Super helpful, super funny. She had really soft beautiful tabby fur that shone just like the sun.
And those deep green eyes... Dawnpaw could look at them forever.

Flowerpetal turned towards and he jumped, blushing slightly and looked away quickly. Foxdung.
"Dawnpaw. Dawnpaw? Are you there, silly?" Flowerpaw giggled, nudging him. He looked back to her, his fur fluffing in embarrassment.
"Oh! Uh..."
Flowerpaw only laughed harder at his answer. "Don't worry," She reassured him. "I do that all the time. As I was saying, how'd you manage to sneak out and meet me?"
So she didn't notice him staring.
"Oh. I just told Boulderpelt that I was going to go talk to the elders. Then I just hid behind the Elder's den until the coast was clear and ran out of camp. It was easy."
Flowerpaw's eyes shone. "It was that easy?" She mewed in admiration. "It took me forever to make it out."
Dawnpaw grinned proudly. "It was nothing, really."
He looked around. The pair had been walking for some time now, and it was getting dark out.
"Flowerpaw?" He mewed tentatively, stopping in his tracks. "Flowerpaw, where are we?"
Flowerpaw looked around. "Uh..."
The two looked at each other nervously. "I think it was that way?" Dawnpaw mewed, turning around.
But suddenly the path the two had been following was gone and they were alone.
An owl hooted overhead.
"Dawnpaw? I'm scared..."
Dawnpaw swallowed nervously. "Let's just... Let's find a place to sleep." He suggested. "Follow me..."
After walking for a while in a random direction they found a tree with a nice hollow a foxlength or so above the ground.
With a small shrug Dawnpaw clawed his way up and into the hole, struggling to fit his broad shoulders through it. Flowerpaw, on the other hand, easily padded through the entrance.
The hollow looked uncomfortable, but it was the best they had. Someone would look for them in the morning, right?
Dawnpaw curled up in a corner as best he could, jumping slightly as Flowerpaw curled up next to him.
"Flowerpaw?"
"Mm?"
"If I could get lost with anyone, it would be you."

Boulderpelt couldn't help laughing when he found Dawnpaw just outside of Thunderclan camp, curled up inside a woodpecker's nest with his nephew's first apprentice.
He shook the two awake and lead them into camp, guiding them into their nests and making sure they were comfortable. He could deal with their punishments later.

3.
Dawnpaw purred proudly beside Flowerpaw as Darkstar called them to the base of Highrock. They completed their assessments at the same time the other day, and Boulderpelt had hinted that he was ready to become a warrior.
He could barely move when Darkstar began to talk.
"...Your name will be Dawnclaw. Starclan honors your bravery and tenacity."
Dawnclaw.
He missed the rest of what Darkstar said and looked around, spying his father in the crowd. For the first time since Snowgaze had died, he was smiling. He grinned back proudly and turned, catching Rainpaw's eye. He'd be joining him in the Warriors den any day now.

Dawnclaw looked back to Darkstar just in time to catch the end of Flowerpaw's ceremony.
"Your name will be Flowerheart. Starclan honors your kindness and loyalty."
Flowerheart turned to grin at him, her green eyes bright as the clan chanted their names.
Flowerheart. Dawnclaw. Flowerheart! Dawnclaw!

"Go get some rest, you two. You'll need to stay up all night for your vigil."
The two headed to the Warriors den in a daze, ducking into the entrance.
It'd been getting hard to fit into the Apprentice den, but the Warriors den was huge! Flowerheart made a nest near the wall and Dawnclaw followed suit, pushing his a bit closer to her.
He looked around. They were completely alone.
Nervously, he settled down. Flowerheart was already in her nest, her breathing slow. So she was asleep.
"Flowerheart?" He mewed softly. She said nothing.
"I love you."
The words hung there, out in the open. Dawnclaw blinked in surprise. How could words as simple as I Love You hurt so much?
Flowerheart turned to look at him.
"I love you too."

4.
"Dawncla-aw!"
Dawnclaw leapt to his feet, running to his mate's side immediately. Her belly writhed as the medicine cat pushed her way forward.
"Bite this." She instructed. "Now breathe."
Dawnclaw ran around the nursery, panting. "Flowerheart! Oh no... is she going to die? Is she okay?"
The medicine cat looked up, clearly annoyed. "She's fine. Go get her some fresh-kill."
Dawnclaw nodded and darted out of the nursery, running to the Fresh-Kill pile. He would get only the best for his love.
He rummaged through, quickly seeing a large squirrel. Perfect.
But Flowerheart hated squirrel.
He tossed it aside and dug through once more, finding and pulling out a magpie and a fat wood mouse.
Magpie or wood mouse?
With a shrug he grabbed both and ran back, almost running into the medicine cat, who was on her way out.
He burst into the nursery. "I got a..."

Flowerheart was curled around four kits, purring softly. Dawnclaw dropped the fresh-kill and rushed to her side.
"I... I missed it." He looked down, disappointment clear on his face.
But his kits...
They were here.
"What will we name them?" He mewed softly, sitting by her side. She turned to look at him.
"The white one... Frostkit? And the brown tabby... I'll call him Leafkit."
Dawnclaw purred. "The golden one should be Sunkit," He mewed, looking down at a tiny version of his mate.
"And the black one is Robinkit."


5.
Blood flew through the air as cats clashed in midair. Dawnclaw grimaced. How horrible was their luck?
Snowkit had passed away the other day- her weak heart had given out, and Flowerheart needed to get out of the nursery.
He'd persuaded Raingaze's mate, Rosefall, to watch Leafkit, Robinkit and Sunkit for a while while they joined a short patrol.
It was supposed to be a small thing, just to Sunningrocks and back.
But then...
A grey tabby tom went flying past him- Boulderpelt.
With a hiss Dawnclaw thew himself at the calico she-cat, knocking her down and standing over her threateningly.
That's when it happened.
Dawnclaw turned just in time to see Flowerheart throw herself at a large, gray Riverclan tom. He ducked and turned, slashing at her stomach.
His claws were too deep... why didn't he retract them?
The tom ran to her when she fell, grinning as blood spattered his face. Quickly he pushed her into the river before leaping back into the fray.

Dawnclaw was speechless.
Flowerheart wasn't dead. She'd be clambering up the riverbank any second now, shaking the water out of her fur and jumping back into the fight.
The calico she-cat tried to get up, and with one swift move Dawnclaw lifted her into the air, slamming her onto the rocks like a piece of Fresh Kill.

What was taking her so long?
It was rude to keep him waiting like that.
He'd have to talk to her about it later.

An odd buzzing ran through his ears and he turned blearily. Cats were leaving.
The world seemed to move in slow motion as he slowly moved towards the riverbank.
Boulderpelt approached him, an unreadable expression in his gaze.
"She's gone. We need to leave. Now."
Gone?
He heard laughter from the leaving patrol. Nobody had noticed Flowerheart's death except for Dawnclaw and Boulderpelt.
His eyes narrowed as the Riverclan tom ran his muzzle through the calico she-cat's fur, cleaning off the blood.

Gone.
Dawnclaw let out a yowl of fury and hurled himself at the Riverclan tom, knocking him over and clawing his face. He dug his back leg's claws into his stomach, shredding the skin. "You killed her! You killed her. I'll kill you!"
Each time he struck him, his claws went deeper. The Riverclan tom was writhing desperately beneath him, trying to pry Dawnclaw's claws out of his chest.
Soon he stopped twitching.

And then Boulderpelt was dragging him by the scruff, trying to pull him off of the tom's body. Dawnclaw saw something roll across the bloodstained rocks and fall with a plop into the water.
It was the Riverclan cat's eyeball.
With a yowl of fury the calico she-cat threw herself at Dawnclaw, screaming in rage and desperation.
Her claws met his spine and his knees weakened.
Boulderpelt was slashing at the she-cat desperately, but it was too late.
Dawnclaw's vision was fading and soon his world went dark.

"Sunningrocks-"
Where was he?
"...Two dead?"
What happened?
"Three. One died in camp-"
He shuddered and rolled over, blood spilling out of his mouth and onto the floor.
He was lying in the Medicine Den.
He was dying.

Raingaze, Boulderpelt, Rosefall...
Their faces swam in and out of view.
"Flowerheart..."
"She's here." Raingaze pointed to where the she-cat's body lay. Her fur was clean, her wounds were patched and her eyes were closed.
It looked like she was sleeping.
Raingaze was crying.
"My kits..."
It was Rosefall's turn to speak. "Robinkit... there was nothing we could do. His heart gave out, just like Frostkit."
Dawnclaw's breathing grew ragged. He'd be with his family soon enough.
"Take... care o-of them." He managed to choke out.

Boulderpelt stepped forward, gently closing Dawnclaw's eyes.
"We'll bury him with Robinkit and Flowerheart at Sunrise." He mewed, turning to the other with a soft expression.
"Would you like a moment alone with them?"
Raingaze nodded and Boulderpelt exited the Medicine Den, whispering something in the Medicine cat's ear as he left.

1.
Gingerpaw padded through Twolegplace, his eyes narrowed. The wiry apprentice ducked and dodged between and around the passing Twolegs, his ginger tail low.
He left Windclan only a few sunrises ago, but he could feel himself weakening. He could only last so long without eating.

He turned down an alleyway, grumbling as he stepped around a muddy puddle.
The young tom’s nose wrinkled at a sour smell coming from a nearby dumpster. It was better than nothing…
With one bound he leapt onto the edge of the dumpster and began rummaging through it, pulling out half-eaten and rotting Twoleg food.

He sighed and tentatively nibbled the end off of a strange half-eaten fish, his face reflexively scrunching up at the harsh taste.

“Hem hem.”
Gingerpaw jumped, falling backwards off of the dumpster and landing on his back with a small huff.

Above him stood a she-cat, looking down at him with a mixture of concern and laugher.
Gingerpaw scrambled to his feet, his mouth falling open slightly.
The she-cat was skinny and ragged looking. She had deep green eyes- one was closed and puffy.
Her fur was a creamy tannish brown. Red-brown tabby markings decorated her face and faded to a darker brown, and her muzzle had a splash of white on it. A long scar ran from her cheek to her chest.
She was beautiful.

2.

1.
Leafstorm was in a slump. He barely left the Warriors den unless it was to visit his kits, and he had stopped eating.