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Apr 21, 20206 min read

Mapleblaze

Mapleblaze | Female | Warrior | 46 Moons

"ThunderClan is great, I'm more than thankful for the peace... But something seems to haunt me... Will The Lost forever be my home? I hope not."

Dont you be Afraid

↳ Prefix meaning;; Maple | Her brown pelt ↳ Suffix meaning;; Blaze | Her firey nature ↳ Previous names;; Scarlett, Maple ↳ Nicknames;; Maple

Gender;; Cis Female ↳ Pronouns;; She/Her ↳Voice Claim;; ...

Age;; 46 Moons ↳ Birth season;; Winter

Clan;; ThunderClan ↳ Rank;; Deputy ↳ Mentor;; The Lost / Spiderstar ↳ Apprentice;; tba ..

Everything will Change, You and I

Skills;; ⚫ fighting: ⚫⚫⚫⚫⚫ ⚫ hunting: ⚫⚫⚫⚪⚪ ⚫ healing: ⚫⚪⚪⚪⚪ ⚫ stealth: ⚫⚫⚫⚫⚪ ⚫ speed: ⚫⚫⚪⚪⚪

Book description;; A scarred up brown and cream marbled she-cat with blue eyes Overall summary;; Mapleblaze is a lanky she-cat to say the least. Her pattern is unique, a cream and brown she-cat, cream bubbles and spots scattering her pelt, most notably on her back, legs, face and tail. Her chest also holds the pattern.

↳ Fur;; Thick and Wirey. ↳ Build;; Lanky yet Muscular. ↳ Scent;; Sour Tree Bark. ↳ Scars;; One down her right side, a torn ear, two marks down her left eye and above her left eyebrow, two marks across the right side of her chest

notable features;; big hair, usually sad

Jumping off the Edge

↳ likes;; Friends, Hunting ↳ dislikes;; Being scared, Fighting, Storytelling ↳ fears;; Being a bad mentor, Motherhood, Abandonment

↳ habits;;

Picking at her scars

Waking up in the middle of night

They say Dreamers Never Die

Elliott | Brother | npc | Deceased

offspring: ...

sexual orientation: Homosexual ↳ status;; Single ↳ current attractions;; N/A ↳ past attractions;; N/A

turn ons | Optimistic, Kind, Unique patterns, Locked away turn offs | Bland personalities, Super aggressive

Something's gonna Bring The Change

Journeys We are Meant To Take

History;; Rogue life:

➢ Born as the only daughter to Oliver and Venus, two former kittypets that'd recently joined a hostile group of rogues that call themselves The Lost. Given the name Scarlett as her "Lost name" at birth. ➢ For moons, The Lost taught her and her siblings how to hold their own, training often involving claws and wounds, and she watched many other kits she battled with succumb to infection, dying silently overnight. Scarlett never got as bad as them, usually, her scabs always ending up falling off completely healed.

➢ At around moon 7 of training, and thus her life, Scarlett watched sickness ravenge over her entire family, spreading quickly through the others of The Lost. In a feeble attempt to keep the sick away from the well. She was the only well one of her kin, and ended up being the only one to survive.

➢ While grieving for her lost family, Scarlett grew close with the other members of The Lost, many of which started out as prickly outsiders, wanting nothing to do with a young cat like her, but since she had nothing better to do, she stayed and eventually, after a couple more moons, they spoke to her. They didn't offer much in the way of support, however.

➢ Scarlett didnt mind the lack of emotion for the most part, and many toms showed interest in her numbness, but the young she-cat always brushed them off and continued the harsh training.

➢ Eventually, she came to be respected, and could beat most anyone of her peers in a fight. at this time, she was almost 20 moons old, and finally started letting go of the memory of her familys' death. Instead she grew passionate, and somewhat aggressive! She snapped at many of her friends and those she knew, but to say she "cared" was loose.

➢ A few moons have passed, and she'd gained status within The Lost, so when a small cat came to her and others with high status mewing about how they could figure out how to cure the constant infections and slow the death within the group, Scarlett was receptive and listening, but the leader of The Lost was adamant.

➢ Most high status cats grew hostile about the idea of healing, insisting that those that gave way to infection were simply weak. Many other low status cats stayed with the small cat, aspiring to stop all the death with herbs that could cure everything.

➢ Scarlett, having had enough of watching this go down, started a riot against the rest of The Lost. One where she believed no cat deserved to die because of their wounds. Battle raged, and for days it was a standstill. Many cats died, thinning the Lost's numbers. The leader called an end, grabbing everyone's attention. He eyed Scarlett, and demanded she be fed to dogs for starting this entire battle. There were no more than 20 cats, and those on Scarlett's side were too weak to battle for her freedom, instead fleeing from The Lost while the battered molly got hauled to the Rings.

➢ Honestly, most of everything is a blur. Scarlett only remembers being revolked of her Lost Name before being tossed, and the scratch of wire she felt against her pelt as she tried to flee underneath the fencing that held the dogs in. She didnt remember them tearing into her pelt, only the blood that pooled beneath her when she fled, running until she passed out.

➢ When she woke, the young cat from The Lost that had the idea of healing cats with wounds was standing over her. She mentioned having given Scarlett a new name- Maple- and stuff about The Lost all being disbanded and driven away. She mewed that most of Maple's wounds would probably scar, before proudly saying that they won't be infected. Maple smiled at them, before saying her goodbye and padding away.

➢ She traveled for a while, before Maple finally came across a she-cat. She said that her name was Spiderstar, and she was going to lead ThunderClan. Quietly Maple expressed interest, and after telling the leader of her story and listening as Spiderstar explained clan life and how it would be, she thoughtfully offered Maple the position of deputy. With wide, hopeful eyes, she accepts.

Deputyship:

➢ Maple was given the name Mapleblaze, named deputy of ThunderClan. She spends a couple moons getting a hold of it, but eventually, she seems to have a grasp... And she promises Spiderstar she'll do her best with every passing day.

➢ tbc....

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Roleplay example;;

LIT ::

Mapleblaze couldn't help her gaze shift to him, finding herself leaning towards him to comfort the tom as he thought. Home. What even was it? GroveClan was the only home the dappled she-cat knew. But it felt so empty now that Bluetuft and Bramblingstripe.. And Irissong... All the cats she would consider friends prior to the war. She sighed, listening to him speak. "If not GroveClan, I'd have no home..." She murmured, blinking up at the tom. StarClan knows she misses some cats. But then there were cats like Nettlestar. Mapleblaze's tail wrapped around herself tightly, ears lowering. What in StarClan's name even was home anymore. Whats home without... Friends.. Or family. She couldnt help feel her heart sink, swelling with something she could only name as shame. Her eyes only narrowed as Aspencry spoke again. Where I belong anymore. She didnt know either, to be fair. Biting down viciously on her bottom lip, she raised her gaze to the sky; peering through the cracks in the leaves to watch the warriors of silverpelt look down at her.. Or maybe look down on Aspencry.. What would she have done to earn the gaze of StarClan upon her pelt? Despite how much she wanted to continue on that path, she pondered the younger tom's words. "StarClan knows I understand..." She murmured quietly, meeting his gaze. "But the future holds something in its paws for everyone... Cats break away, friendships are lost..." She paused, blinking back up at the sky. "Cats die." She choked, clearing her throat and turning to Aspencry once again as he spoke. Wasnt the will of StarClan.. Her ears twitched, piquing her interest.

"Its possible." She murmured, blinking at the tom, her mind traveling down this path. It'd make sense... "For the place of no stars to make something... Like her..." She murmured, pursing her lips in thought, letting her eyes drift closed. Nettlestar... She felt her jaw tighten, before her eyes opened at his following question. *How do we stop someone like that?" "I dont know..." She murmured honesty, shifting her weight from one paw to the other uncomfortably. "But if StarClan was on our side... They should have a solution..." she turned to him, flicking an ear. "Dont you think so?"

SCRIPT ::

Thunderkit: She found herself waddling from the nursery, kicking at the grass below her paws as she had her maw open, dragging her tongue across the two teeth that poked from her mouth at all times. How had she JUST noticed this? Well, does it matter? It was the only thing she could think about right now. How weird her teeth were. They were so cool. Though this funny train of thought stopped short as a somewhat familiar voice yelled something. She whipped around, her confused gaze coming to Peachpaw. She padded towards the calico, giving her shoulder a casual push. "Hey Peeeeeeeachpaw" She greeted, taking a moment to actually remember and say the apprentices name.