Combat:
• Defense: 14
• Attack: 1d20+4

Family:
Mother: Song of Morning Dove
Father: Blaze of Burning Sun (deceased)
Siblings Flicker of Fading Light, Cry of Calling Bird (deceased)

History:
Song of Morning Dove was a quiet she-cat - she could often be found assisting the Tribe Witch with gathering things needed for healing the clan. She enjoyed the quiet stillness of the mornings while she foraged for flowers, roots and herbs. When she was finished helping with those duties, she would often slide off to the Guide's den and listen to the eldest cats of the tribe tell their stories until she was dragged away for combat training. Dove did not enjoy fighting. She couldn't even spend time around wounded or sick cats because their suffering was just too much - far too overwhelming for a soft-hearted cat like herself. However, weakness was looked down upon and she was forced to learn how to fight whether she wanted to or not. That was when Blaze of Burning Sun took an interest in her. He took her under his wing and showed her some simple combat moves that would not seriously wound her assailants. He taught her how to defend herself should the need arise. The pair became closer than ever and inseparable. It was no shock to anyone when Dove became heavy with kits. Blaze hovered around her in all of his spare time, always her protector. The two were thick as thieves and happier than ever when they gave birth to three kits. However, when the youngest kit was born it did not take a single breath. Ember of Dying Flame was the eldest, and Flicker of Fading Light was his only sibling - his younger sister. His parents decided to name the stillborn kit Cry of Calling Bird and buried her in a scenic spot where Dove liked to gather native flowers.

His parents never really got over the loss of Bird, but the other siblings upbringing was not totally shadowed by such a traumatic event. Their lives were still full of radiant and unconditional love from both Doe and Blaze. If anything, the loss of his youngest stillborn sister pushed him closer to his family - especially his remaining sister. Wherever Flicker went, Ember was close behind. He was an overprotective brother from the moment she was born and would be until the day either of them dies. As time went on, their aching hearts began to heal. Flicker focused on her wishes to train hard enough to gain respect in the clan and then have some kits of her own. Ember threw himself into combat training, having learned so much from his father. The two were hardworking swabbies and quickly given their role as navigators within the clan. It was no surprise to anyone when Flicker became heavy with kits almost immediately after becoming a navigator, but she decided to keep the father of her kits a secret. This came as a surprise to her family, as all Flicker had ever wanted was to be loved and have her own little family. Flicker gave birth to two beautiful kits named Cry of Evening Dove and Shimmer of Falling Rain. Just as he had with his sister, Ember felt the need to be very involved and protective of the kits, especially since they were without a father. Although Ember and Flicker were close, she often felt suffocated by his closeness and can often lose her temper on him.

Blaze of Burning Sun passed away due to an infected injury soon after the birth of Flicker's kits, when Ember and Flicker were just over 40 moons old. Their mother, Dove, quickly reverted into her ways of silence and solitude and can often be found near Bird's grave. The unspoken truth about Dove is that it seems as though her mind is slowly breaking into fragments. She seems to be forgetting details and often thinks that Bird and Blaze are still alive. She speaks to them in the present and wanders away from camp. The beginning stages of dementia are so far not known to all of the tribe, however, is definitely noticed by Flicker and Ember. Now, without Blaze around to take care of his mother and sister, he assumed the role as family caregiver and is often busy helping out with them when he isn't focused on his duties as a navigator. He would eventually like to have his own family, too, but is hard to warm up to because he is so close with his family he doesn't often socialize. He has no idea how to speak to she-cats and uses a bravado to try to impress them which often ends up annoying them further. Ember has also began to slip into some slightly selfish tendencies most likely due to the fact that he spends a lot of time doing things for others and doesn't set aside much time for himself.

Shop Purchases:
Ya girl is using a tribe purchase (finally saved it up - yeehaw)

Other:
I'll probably toss some cats up from his history into my adopts if anyone is interested