Juniperfur

Name|| Juniperfur
Past Names|| Juniperkit -- Juniperpaw
Gender|| Female
Age|| 26 moons
Original Clan|| FlashClan
Rank|| Warrior/Queen

Brief Personality||

[Optimistic] Where some cats have already begun to lose hope of ever returning to life as it was, or even of living to see another winter, Juniperfur maintains a strongly hopeful attitude. The snow can't go on forever, after all, and even without StarClan, they can still find a way to survive, right? She shares her optimism with whoever lets her, and strives to always look on the bright side of life. Things might be tough now, but she believes with all her heart that they will pull through somehow. She refuses to think otherwise.

[Strong-willed] Less referring to her stubbornness, (although she has a fair amount when she puts her mind to it,) and more in terms of her mentality. Juniperfur has been through a great deal in the last few moons, from losing her Clan, her friends, her home, and finally her mate. Despite everything though, she perseveres. She carried herself and her unborn kits through snow and ice to find the new BrineClan, and she fully intends to bear them and raise them alone. While there is no doubt that she misses Hazelthorn, she lives on as fiercely as possible for his memory.

[Cheerful] A rather strange trait for a cat living in such a situation, but one that Juniperfur has retained nonetheless. She greets everyone with the same happy enthusiasm, laughs, tells stories, and even jokes around sometimes. It has become her personal goal to act as a sort of happy center of the small Clan, bringing brightness and cheer where she can. If a cat doesn't seem to be reacting to her easy lightness, no matter! She is not at all easily discouraged, and will continue being almost naively friendly to them until shooed.

[Kind] Compassion and sympathy come as a second nature to this she-cat. Some have even called her a 'natural-born mother'. Her style of kindness is a little less protective and a little more supportive though, leaning towards pep talks rather than cuddles. (Not that she isn't totally up for any kind of snugging at any time, especially with the cold.) She doesn't so much actively seek out troubled cats as welcome them wordlessly if they come to her.

History||

Juniperfur was born and raised in FlashClan. Her life was simple, and she was happy. She had a mother who loved her, a father who took time to play with her, and siblings she cared about. She even found a mate as she grew older, a tom named Hazelthorn who was apprenticed around the same time as her, and who adored her staunchly upbeat attitude. He chased after her well into their warriorhood, until she finally decided she was ready to settle down with him. And from there, everything seemed to go downhill.

It had nothing to do with their relationship. They were still in love, and still very happy. It was the rest of world that seemed to have it out for them, first throwing blizzards that lasted for days, and then sickness that killed off their Clan-mates. Their survival seemed nearly miraculous, but alas, their leader was not so lucky. After Timberstar's death, the remnants of the Clan scattered, Juniperfur and Hazelthorn seeking refuge with the neighboring Clan.

Things were not much better in RainClan, but the cats still alive managed to make a decent life. For a little while, things seemed okay. Juniperfur found that she was pregnant, and Hazelthorn was delighted at the idea of finally being a father. Secretly though, Juniperfur was worried. Would she be a good mother? Would the cold harm her unborn kits? What if something else terrible happened, another calamity? She was constantly reassured by those around her, the ones that noticed her anxiousness, but it turned out that she had been right to fear.

The second great disaster began with an earthquake, and ended with an avalanche that buried half the Clan underground. By another miracle, both Juniperfur and her mate again survived, and they agreed that they should move down, away from the danger of the hills. Their destination was BrineClan, and they made it almost three-quarters of the way before misfortune found them again. A starving coyote attacked them, wounding Juniperfur and killing Hazelthorn. As it feasted on her mate, no doubt the first good meal it had been allowed in weeks, Juniperfur fled.

She made it there alone, but not without paying another price. Her right eye was left blind and useless, scarred across the cornea. And the scars from that battle would be carved into her for the rest of her life, along with the memory.

Family|| Deceased
Mentor|| N/A
Apprentice|| None
Relationship Status|| Widowed
Mate|| Hazelthorn
Kits|| Pending

Preferred RP method|| Chatroom, or Skype (ask me)
Timezone|| EST
Roleplay Example||

Immediately upon knocking, Leif regretted it. Had he learned nothing of being cautious? It wasn't as though Gweillan was safe anymore, though I'm his mind it still remained his home. To look back over the bluff and see scorched lines in the sand, black from the heedless digging of whoever had been searching so hard, always shocked him. He could see the same sight dozens of times, but in his mind, the kingdom he had been born in remained a pale and faintly glowing oasis of memory. Good memories, most of them. But not all. His paws shook, the flashing milliseconds his thoughts took manifesting themselves in physical distress. He should turn, he should run. Back to... Where? His home? He wasn't so sure he had one of those anymore.

He stood, then. Not so much resolute as at a loss. Whatever happened next, must be either fate, or... survival of the fittest. If his curiosity ended up being the death of him, then perhaps they would all be better off. The world didn't need another scrawny coward anyway, not a cat who ran away from trouble only to find yet more heartache. The door slammed open and he flinched, awaiting almost certain death. A momentary pause granted him just enough time to think to himself, 'don't be so melodramatic', before it dawned on him that something was wrong. His flitting, bemused gaze turned up (and up, and up, good heavens,) not quite meeting the storm-green and impassioned eyes of the stranger in the doorway. What was the wait, now? He would almost have been frightened more by the pause, if it weren't for the chill numbness that still gripped him as a reflex every time he was taken by surprise.

Caught like a deer in headlights, (not that he would have understood the simile,) he gave no immediate response to the questioning enunciation of his name. Really, it had been so long since anyone had called him by any name, he hardly recognized it as his own. In stupefied silence he stared back, wide-eyed, and waited for clarification. This hulking and scarred tomcat before him bore no resemblance to anyone he knew, not with those haunted eyes, not with the guarded way he held himself, not naked of the crimson and gold and music that had adorned the cat he met all those many months ago, before life had turned sour and days duller. When no explanation or introduction was offered, he hesitantly put forward his own query. Voice husky with almost a year of smoke and disuse. Eyes clouded with tamped-down emotions. He spoke with the almost impassive curiosity of someone meeting a stranger on the side of the road, one who greeted him like a friend but provided no introduction.

"Sorry, do I know you...?"