BRIGHTFLOWER, ELDER

WISE
KIND
WARM
TENDERHEARTED
INTELLIGENT
GRANDMOTHERLY
CARING

Born to Foxfire and Cedarstar, you were named Brightkit. You had a brother named Hollykit, and for the most part your family was a loving one. Foxfire was a fierce queen who instilled a strong sense of faith of ShadowClan within you and your sibling, meanwhile your father Cedarstar was a calm tom. You often wondered how your parents even came to be mates, but when paired together the two of them were a lovely pair. ShadowClan was a prideful clan, and it made you even more proud to be apart of such a clan. Though you did respect the other clans, ShadowClan was your home.

Even from a young age you wanted to be the best warrior of ShadowClan, often competing with your brother.

As you grew older and soon became apprentices, you and Hollypaw were still as close as ever. Your mentors often wondered if you would continue to be menaces, but as the two of you grew, Hollypaw became more mature. That is not to say you didn’t either, but Hollypaw was the more mature of the two of you. Training was easy, hunting and fighting came easily to the both of you and although your games with your littermate never stopped, you both became great assets to your clan.

Warriors you two eventually became, but it was not long after when tragedy struck. Hollywhisker and you had been hunting together during a storm when a old tree had fallen over, crushing Hollywhisker underneath. You sat there with your brother as his life slowly ebbed onto the ground, around your paws and in your fur. StarClan had claimed your brother too soon, even as the medicine cat consoled you and told you that nothing could have been done, you grew depressed. Alongside you your mother and father had been upset over the loss of their son, but Skybird told the three of you that Hollywhisker was up in StarClan, watching over you all.

You tried not to let it get to you, you knew you had to live on for your brother. So you did, you had vowed to live a long and healthy life. The life Hollywhisker would never live, but could view through your eyes.

Moons past, you became a prominent figure in your clan. You even developed a close friendship with a tom named Ashclaw, one who had a spirit that closely resembled your own. At fourty-five moons old, your father died in a battle between SkyClan and ShadowClan. Cedarstar was old and on his last life, but you and Foxfire mourned all the same. It was different at least, with Ashclaw to help you through the pain.

While Foxfire moved to the elders den, you moved to the nursery with your belly full of kits. You and Ashclaw were excited for the arrival of kits, but upon arrival only one had survived. A small tortoiseshell, just like you. You named her Fernkit, and loved her dearly.

You were a constant, loving Fernkit from the minute she was born. She reminded you of your deceased brother. Fernkit had a spirit that paralleled none, she was fearless and braver than even you. You raised her with stories of the fantastic feats that ShadowClan achieved, of the grandfather and uncle she would never meet. You wanted to make sure Fernkit was proud of her family and the bloodline she came from, and you liked to think she did. 

For many moons you watched over Fernpaw's training, you and Ashclaw watched her grow with prideful eyes. Things were okay and eventually your kit received her warrior name, Fernfeather, a name you and your mate personally chose and requested. She was brave, but calmer than ever and her personality paralleled none other cat in the Clan. ShadowClan was lucky to have a warrior like her, and you were even more lucky to have a kit like her. 

StarClan seemed to not have enough toying with your life when a severe bought of greencough took the lives of many ShadowClan warriors, including Foxfire and Ashclaw. It didn't stop there, when you learned that Fernfeather had been sneaking out of camp to meet with a SkyClan tom named Brindleclaw. Even through your grief, you confronted your kit about it and failed to convince your cat to cease her meeting with the tom. She couldn't, not when she admitted to being pregnant with his kits. 

You growled and you cursed, but you knew that you were the only one Fernfeather had. You promised to keep it a secret from the Clan. It was a cold leaf-bare and the snow melted on the dens, drenching every cat. Fernfeather had gotten sick more than once, colds and chest infections wracking her body the entire leaf-bare, and when her litter had come you could see it on the medicine cat's faces. Fernfeather was not healthy enough to deliver not even one kit, but you were powerless and could only watch as your kit's life ebbed away as exhaustion crept over her. 

The surviving kit is named by you, you name her Brindlekit, after her father that she would never get to know. You vowed to be there for your grandchild, you were the only direct kin she had. Brindlekit looked a lot like her mother, but her colours were a bit more diluted, but you loved her. You loved her even if she was a half-clan kit, and despite this she grew to be a fantastic ShadowClan warrior, never learning of her own heritage outside of ShadowClan. She was named Brindlepool.

After Brindlepool became a warrior, it was hard to deny the creaking of your bones, and the way you lagged behind during patrols. You spoke with Hollystar and you moved to the elders den, content to spend your last seasons in peace with your Clanmates looking over you.