Written in the Stars

One line Description: long-haired gray and orange tabby molly with yellow eyes.

Descriptive Appearance: A rather large and intimidating molly, dewcloud constantly looks annoyed. Light orange fur is splashed on half her face and under her chin. The rest of her is cover in light gray and black stripes. Her long fur covers powerful muscles underneath, moons of training seeing fruition.

A part of her right ear is slightly torn, from the oakclan/nightclan battle. She has small nicks here and there from the same battle, but her long fur protected some of the damage.

Brief Personality: - distracted, innovative, impulsive

Descriptive personality: Confidence comes easily to Dewcloud; she prides herself on her abilities and her ow versatility. Never one to shy away from something new – whether that be a new technique or experience -, Dewcloud thrives in the unknown. She’s eager to learn and understand the world in a different way. Well, that is, until the inevitable happens and she grows tired of it. When something is explained to her, it loses its spark of untold secrets and becomes mundane. She flits from idea to idea, her hunger for innovative ideas never satiated. As such, Dewcloud isn’t a master at any particular skill, instead, she embodies the spirit of the phrase “jack of all trades, master of none.” She knows the basics of a lot of skills, but she tires of repeating the same exercise and hurries off to another strange and exciting skill.

Even at such a young age, Dewcloud liked to argue; as one of the kits from a second litter, she wanted to see just how much she could push Smogbelly and Cloudwhisp. As she was given more leeway than she probably should’ve, Dewspark developed an impulsive strike. She doesn’t think, she just acts. It’s easier that way for her. For the most part, her antics and her tricks are intended to be funny and positive, but she doesn’t consider how others will react and potential consequences.

Despite this, Dewcloud does have a quiet streak when she’s not busy causing mayhem; she finds others fascinating when they open up to her, the way their mind works and bends to finds excuses and reasons where neither exist. It makes her feel wanted whenever they open up to her and after losing one of her best friends and one of her eldest brothers, Rainleap, she clings to that desire of feeling wanted of being leaned on.

Parents: Smogbelly (father, deceased) and Cloud- (mother, ? ? ?)
Siblings: Rainleap (half-brother, deceased), Hail- (half-sibling, alive), Storm- (half-sibling, alive), and Drizzlekit (sister, deceased)
Kits: N/A
Descriptive History: She was the second litter to Smogbelly and the first of Cloud-. Her mother, Cloud-, was previously a loner, who fell in love with an OakClan cat. Smogbelly's previous mate, died during her kitting, leaving him to care for his three kits. Cloud- gave birth to two kits, Drizzlekit and Dewkit. Unfortunately, Drizzlekit soon passed away from a weak heart.

During her kithood, Dewkit was surrounded by familial love and adoration. Her siblings were in their apprenticeship when she and her brother were born. From the moment she could move, she followed after her older siblings, awestruck at how amazing Stormpaw, Hailpaw, and Rainpaw were. Out of the three, Rainpaw was the one who doted on Dewkit the most. Hailpaw and Stormpaw felt so far removed from her own world that Dewkit didn’t even think of playing with them. She adored spending time with Rainpaw, her eyes always wide with excitement as he tried to show her a new move he had learned. He told her stories of what the world was like outside the camp and she was dying to go out and explore on her own. It didn’t help that their mother, Cloud-, was more focused on getting the kits out of the nursery so she could return to her warrior duties. It wasn’t as though their mother hated her kits, but it was clear in her desire to be able to move.

As the moons went on, Dewkit grew more and more restless. She began to spend her time out of the nursery, getting under the warriors’ paws to try and extract stories from them. Her father, Smogbelly, had been the main target of her antics; she would try and get him to tell her stories. Her father would tell them stories, getting into the role of that grand storyteller. He would make her laugh until her stomach hurt and cry until her head swam at the stories he would tell. Dewkit adored her father in the deepest way a tiny kit could possibly love him; she wanted to be just like him, to have the adventurers he had had.

When she became an apprentice, she was given Cardinalcry as a mentor, a rather high-strong tom. Almost immediately, Dewpaw began arguing with him; Cardinalcry, a stubborn and proud warrior, wasn’t one to take any talk back from an apprentice, especially from one whose ceremony had been pushed back. From the stories she had heard, Dewpaw believed that her apprenticeship would be full of adventures and wonder.

Instead it was built on training regiments and recitation. More than once, Dewpaw would slink off within the shadows when Cardinalcry came calling for her. Despite her best efforts, he would find her just before she managed to escape the camp; it was like he had some otherworldly ability to sense her. Despite her knack of getting out of training, Dewpaw was a quick learner. Cardinalcry would tell her that she could do great things if she just applied herself. Dewpaw would pointedly look the other way and ignore him. He was just too intense for her idea of training and so their relationship continued to fracture. Indeed, it took longer for Dewpaw to complete her apprentice training and she made it a point to make sure it extended for longer than it needed to be for reasons unknown even to her.

One day, after coming back from training, Dewpaw came back to camp to see pity in the other warriors’ eyes, as they saw her walk in. In quick succession she heard the story. Apparently, her brother, now Rainleap, had gone out on a patrol with another clanmate. They encountered a fox there and soon, they were both mauled and killed. Dewpaw’s life shattered. Her brother had always seemed so strong, like the fabled warriors in the stories Smogbelly would tell her. Now- Now, he was gone. Her usual fire was gone and she was left as a quiet and mournful husk.

Despite everything, Dewpaw received her wariror's name, Dewcloud, for her head-in-the-clouds nature.

A couple moons later, the battle between OakClan and NightClan took another life. In the fight, Dewcloud and Smogbelly teamed up to take down another team of NightClan warriors. Smogbelly died at their paws. She doesn't remember what happened right after that - next thing she knows, she's in Cedarswirl's den, being tended to.

Her mother, disappeared the next night, supposedly due to a broken heart. Although almost a year has passed since her disappearance, Dewcloud has not stopped trying to find her.