moorhendance

PERSONALITY .

Moorhendance has always been loving, with a warm heart, and an affectionate brain, it is no wonder why the calico is the way they are, always willing to extend their kindness to those who need it.

Not one to seek out conflict, it is a wonder as to why they continue onto the path of a warrior, and while they have run the luck as to not face anyone through battle, the threat of actually getting into one is always there, lurking around the corner, ready to snap at the smallest of pressure and that... That what scares Moorhendance.

More of a follower than a leader, Moorhendance more than happy about their zodiac, despite not being the most shining example of being an Owl, but hey, if it means that they're most likely safe from any kind of leading position, then stars if they aren't glad of having been born at night!

HISTORY .

Moorhenkit was born as the sole kit to Mockingbirdseranade in one of the coldest nights of Leafbare. Weak to the elements, and far too tiny, Mockingbirdseranade did her best to ensure that the young kit would live, and not only that, but she wanted her child to thrive.

The end of Leafbare couldn’t come soon enough, and while easier times had arrived, the consequences remained; Mockinbirdseranade was sick, Moorhenkit knew that much, still, the Oracles could cure her right? That was their job after all.

As the moons passed, and Mockingbirdseranade didn’t seem to get better, spending more and more time within the Oracle’s den and less time with Moorhenpaw, but… But at least the times they were together their mama would tell them all about her life, sure a few parts were skipped (She barely spoke of their father, and Moorhenpaw noticed, but it was alright, Mockingbirdserana was all they needed)

Just a few moons before they were bound to be a warrior, the very thing they feared had happened, Mockingbirdseranade had passed after moons of wasting away in the Oracle’s den, and they were left without a reason why, and without a mother.

Seraphimflame’s way of thinking had gotten them interested, not quite convinced that the daemons were lesser but… The place where their mother rested was to be their home, and- And moving away would have been far too much for Moorhenpaw.

Soon enough they became a warrior, gaining the suffix -dance, both as an honor to their mother, and thanks to how much work they had done as an apprentice, paws never standing still as they pushed, and pushed, and pushed.

They feel themselves to be lucky, the second battle over the Star Fall’s not actually giving them any opponents, happy of getting by unscathed, even if cowardly.

While Moorhendance yearns for more, BarkClan is their home, its where their mother rests and its where they’ll stay until the sun sets on them.