Combat:
• Defense: 10+4
• Attack: 1d20+(4)

Family:
mother: terncall - npc
father: reednose - deceased
sister: heronfoot - npc
brother: pigeonheart - npc

History:
terncall and reednose were an odd pair. your mother was a loud, boisterous she-cat who wanted nothing more than to be noticed by everyone. her black and white pelt shimmered in the sunlight, and her voice was as smooth as honey. only those who were blind and dead wouldn’t take notice of her, and those that did, wanted to be with her. she was a fierce fighter, and well loved within the clan, despite the trail of broken hearts she shamelessly left in her wake. she’d toy with this tom, and that tom, never committing, never saying yes to kits, always biding her time with whatever suitor gave her the most attention at the present moment. there were whispers about her, as there always is in a clan, but no one dared say anything to her, lest they meet her wrath. few saw the true nature of your mother, her temper kept under wraps, and her desperate desire to be loved by someone truly and deeply is what eventually led her into the cold, manipulative arms of reednose.

cold-hearted and cruel, your father held no love in his heart for your mother, nor the kits he would bare with her. the tom had had dreams of fathering kits in tidalclan as well, to spread his seed so to speak, and to ensure that his legacy would live on long after he was dead, but no one from tidalclan ever caught his eye as much as terncall. he was able to see right through her happy exterior, and like a knight on a silver steed, swooped in and worked his magic. he wooed her with fresh prey, walks through the undergrowth at dusk to watch the sunset, and assisted with grooming her pelt just the way she liked it. it wasn’t long after that terncall realized that she was truly, and deeply in love with the tom, despite the warnings her friends had given her. she insisted that he was compassionate and loving, and would be the perfect mate. soon after, terncall was pregnant.

your mother was ecstatic about her pregnancy. she boasted to everyone she could about the strong kits she would bare, and the loving parents they would have. reednose on the other hand, wasn’t as thrilled as he thought he would be. terncall being pregnant meant that he would have to see it through to the end, and even though terncall was convinced he loved her, he didn’t. he grew to resent the she-cat and her constant need for love and affirmation from him, and thus, resented the kits that she grew in her belly. they would be a constant reminder of how he played himself into staying with a she-cat he didn’t love, and if they turned out weak, he didn’t think he’d be able to bear it. but your father was ruthless, and shortly before you and your siblings were born, he lost his temper on your mother, and declared his hatred for her, and cut off their relationship.

your mother was heartbroken. she was to be left with the kits as reednose had made it very clear he wanted nothing to do with them. her friends offered her comfort, all the while refraining from saying ‘i told you so’.

despite your fathers’ previous insistence that he wanted nothing to do with his kits, he found himself at your mother's side when she gave birth. he licked her forehead as the medicine cat helped her bring forth her kits, and though he felt no kinship with the kits, he knew he wanted to have some influence on their lives and the warriors that they would grow up to be. your mother hoped that your father would see this as a sign that he should stay with her, but she had heard the rumours that he was mated with another she-cat already and her hope dissipated as quickly as the pain of birth did. three kits were born to your mother that day. your father agreed to not have any say in the names of the kits, so your mother, following her own naming after birds, dubbed your sister heronkit, your brother pigeonkit, and you, ospreykit.

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you’re a lively kit, open to the world around you, amazed by the warriors that strut through the camp with a purpose, and you (like many other kits) anxiously await the day when you get to be a warrior of jungleclan. heronkit and pigeonkit sit beside you at the mouth of the nursery watching the flurry of activity that goes on, day in and day out, and amuse yourself with stories of your make-believe accomplishments. your mother watches with pride, but there is a sadness in your eyes that you are too young to notice, too young to understand.

your father has taken a keen interest in you. you see nothing wrong with this, but feel bad that your littermates don’t get the same attention, but your father insists that this is just the way things happen sometimes. you don’t argue with him, what’s the point? your view of your father is untainted by your mother's anger towards him, she keeps it to herself, realizing the importance of one's relationship with their father, but she still feels skeptical about it. she worries that you are going to grow into being the same cat as him, and she doesn’t think that she could love you if that happened. your young age leaves you blissfully unaware of your mothers worries, and you look forward to each day after sunhigh when your father comes to see you. it’s the best part of your day - after play fighting with your siblings of course - and you know that afterwards, you will curl up in the nest with your mother while she grooms your long, tuxedo pelt. she coos over your pelt, so much like hers, and emphasizes the importance of keeping it clean.

you’re four moons old when your father disappoints you for the first time. you find yourself sitting at the entrance to the nursery as you have every day for as long as you can remember, watching the entrance for your father to enter. the sun is high in the sky, and the longer you wait, the lower the sun gets, until you’re shivering from the chilly twilight air, and anger. you’ve never known such a feeling, all consuming, and you snap on your mother when she comes to herd you to the nest. you refuse to see the apology in her eyes, and you stomp towards the nest and begin to angrily groom yourself. pigeonkit approaches you and you strike out at her, a hiss leaving your maw, and you’re met with a sharp smack over your ears and look up at your father, the disappointment evident in his face.

“where were you?” your voice is shrill as you spit at him, tears misting your eyes, and he smiles coyly.

“i was busy, ospreykit. my warriors duties come before even you.” with this comment, he looks away from you at your mother and cocks an eyebrow. “surely your mother would’ve told you how time consuming being a warrior is.” he gives you a lick on the top of your head, and you pout, refusing to meet his eyes anymore, though you watch him leave with a slight tilt of your head. “then again, your mother never really did her warrior duties properly, did she?” confusion brings your gaze up to him, but you realize that he isn’t talking to you, a smirk on his broad, proud face, his eyes on your mother who shoots daggers at him. realization dawns on you, and you feel sick to your stomach. your mother doesn’t want him here, and a spark of anger towards her ignites. you are too young to understand the intricacies of your parents strained relationship, but you begin to formulate your own opinion from watching them interact. your mother always seems to be angry with him, speaking in harsh whispers when she thinks you and your siblings are out of ear shot, and your father seems so . . . calm. you don’t see what your mother sees. all you see is a strong capable warrior that never loses his cool, and works hard for the clan. you want to be him when you grow up; nothing like your mother who you have decided is weak.

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your mentor is a spritely young she-cat by the name of orchardbreeze. she’s pretty, you admit to yourself, but she is small, and a little too whimsical for your taste. she doesn’t seem to take much seriously, and would rather blabber on about this and that than actually teach you anything. you don’t like her. you wanted a warrior like your father, and are jealous of his apprentice, who seems to be scores about you in skill. that’s not to say you are without, you just want to be the best of them all, even if your mentor doesn’t seem to know what she is doing.

you, like your father, excel in battle training. you’re quick, smart on your paws, and have a keen eye for what your opponent is going to do. your mentor comments on your ability, mentioning your father, and lingering at the end of her sentence before sending you flying across the training ground. you’re shaken, and more than a little embarrassed that you let her blind side you. you stagger to your paws, angry now, and yowl as you launch yourself at her, hitting her in the side and sending her sprawling. you roll with her, and bounce back onto your paws, triumphant. you feel powerful having overcome your mentor only a moon into your training, yet somehow still find yourself on your back with her standing over you.

“never underestimate your opponent.” she says coyly, before slipping away, leaving you confused in the dirt.

you don’t know when it happened, but you’ve grown distant from your littermates. you have no idea how pigeonpaw and heronpaw are doing with their training, whether they like their mentors, or what their prominent skills are. you feel exceptionally lonely now that your father is also busy with his apprentice, and you haven’t talked to your mother since she moved back to the warriors den. you think about sharing your prey with her for a moment, then decide your siblings are more important. with a smile plastered on your face, you trot over to them and they smile sheepishly at you. the meal is awkward, you trying to make small talk, them hardly answering and you leave more confused than ever. when did you become an outcast in your own family?

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your world falls apart one evening in leaf-bare, and you regretfully look back on that day for the rest of your moons. if you hadn’t gone to make dirt, you wouldn’t have seen your father's frame slipping out of camp, following a small she-cat. you wouldn’t have seen them rendezvousing just beyond the camp, far enough to not be seen or heard, but close enough that they could make it back without raising too much suspicion. you watch from behind a snowdrift, your small frame shivering against the stiff breeze, and your heart breaks. your father is grooming your mentor, and you can just hear their purrs over the sound of the wind. you try to understand what you are seeing. your father is supposed to be in love with your mother, they are mated, not him and your mentor. you realize that you have never seen your father and mother act like that before. you watch for several long minutes before you can’t take it anymore and rush out from behind your advantage point.

“dad! what are you doing? that’s not mom!” your teeth chatter the entire time, but you barely notice. the look of shock on orchardbreezes’ face, and the cold smirk on your fathers’ is all you can focus on at the moment. she looks from you to your father then back at you and then down to her paws. your father on the other hand, rises from his seated position and struts towards you, looming and proud and chuckles. “oh, ospreypaw. you should really learn your place, and keep your nose out of other cats’ business” with this, he picks you up by the scruff of your neck, more dragging, than carrying you back to camp and strides right by the guards at the entrance and drops you in the middle of the camp. he whisks away out without so much as a look back, and you trudge back to the apprentice den and crawl into your sisters nest. she stirs, blinks at you sleepily, then begins to groom you until you fall asleep.

early the next morning, you go and see your mother. she’s still asleep in her nest, her tail flicked over her nose, and you can hear her deep breathing. nerves abound in your stomach, making you nauseous, but you press on and push your way into her nest. she shuffles with a coo, and smiles down at you warmly.

“what a pleasant way to wake up.” she gives your head a lick, then asks if you want to go for a walk. she must’ve noticed the look on your face, hurt and bewildered and you agree, though you’re still exhausted from your spying the night before. she tips her head to her clanmates, save for your father and mentor who watches you with pity in her eyes. you hate her.
“mom, why was father with orchardbreeze?” your mother looks over her shoulder at you, and shrugs her shoulders.
“they’ve been mates for around thirteen moons now, my sweet. well before you and your siblings came into this world.” you stop in your tracks dumbfounded. “you haven’t noticed, have you? no, i guess you wouldn’t’ve. you always did see the best in him.” she pauses, and waits for you to find your feet and catch up, and once she does, she drapes her tail over your pelt and sighs heavily. “your father never truly cared for you, ospreypaw. though he is exceedingly good at pretending. he turned you against me when you were still a kit.” stopping abruptly, she leans down and looks you dead in the eye, her own pleading. “please be a better tom than him.” you nod, and she licks your forehead before you two head back to camp. you have training afterall.

it’s surprisingly easy to act like nothing happened. orchardbreeze is skeptical around you, careful of what she says, and focuses only on training. you continue to excel at your battle training, and your hunting is coming along nicely. you’ve gotten closer to your sister during this time, your mentor requesting some pair training without your knowledge. the two of you have discussed your father's shortcomings at length, and it seems that you are the only one that was ignorant to his philandering. the two of you laugh at your expense and you decide you want to be nothing like your father. if you ever have a mate, and kits, you will stay true to them, until the day you die.

a few days before your assessment, your mentor leads you to a secluded part of the territory and tells you to sit, while she paces for what feels like forever. you can tell that there is something that she wants to say, but you patiently wait, taking in your surroundings until she finally takes a deep breath and approaches you. she lowers her haunches to the ground, and wraps her tail around her paws and doesn’t meet your eye.

“i just want to say that i am sorry ospreypaw for what i did to your parents. it was my fault that your father decided he didn’t want to be your mothers mate anymore.” her voice is small, and you almost believe her. mousebrain.

“it’s ok, orchardbreeze. love is fleeting, and the heart wants what the heart wants. it’s not your fault you broke up my family, and broke my mothers’ heart. don’t blame yourself for pursuing a taken warrior. how could you know that he would abandon his family?” you are seething, but you keep calm, a smile on your face. her face falls with pity, then brightens when she takes in your words.

“you’re right. your father is the one who is to blame.” she thanks you swiftly before taking off. a smirk crosses your face, not unlike your fathers and you take your sweet time getting back to the camp. you wonder if there is going to be a scene, if orchardbreeze is the kind of cat to publicly humiliate another. you rather hope so. it would be sweet divine justice to see your father called out for his infidelity, inability to commit, and lack of compassion for the cat that mothered his children. a coy smile plays upon your features as you approach the camp, voices raised.

you stand on the edges of the camp, watching your father and his lover go at it. you groom yourself, clearing the debris from your long, silky black and white pelt and revel in the pain you have caused. your father yells something about her being a mouse brain, she fires back with him being a two timing tom, and it takes everything in your power not to laugh. your mother sits just outside the warriors den, watching in horror as your father flies off the handle, screaming near incoherent insults at the cat he claimed he loved too much to abandon. you meet your mother's gaze, and hers darkens at your smile.

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you can’t help but be pleased with your warrior name. ospreystrike. it sounds powerful, and it reverberates inside of you. you think your mother fears you now. she’s cautious in your presence, careful of what she says, and her eyes narrow at some of the words that come from your mouth. your siblings have drifted away once more, but you’ve decided you don’t mind. success and glory is a lonely path, and you don’t mind walking it alone if it means you’ll get everything you want and more.

the object of your desire is a she-cat of unrivaled beauty. unfortunately for you, you aren’t the only one that has taken an interest in her. one of the other toms, a mere three moons older than you has been trying to woo her into being his mate. you watch with jealousy as she giggles at his words, her eyes never leaving his, and you realize that you need a plan of action if you’re going to get her to be yours. you decide to go to your father for advice. he may be a useless waste of space, but if there is one thing he knows, it’s how to get a she-cat to pay attention to you.

the two of you wander out into the territory, the air thick with tension. your father always suspected that you were the one to put such toxic ideas in the head of orchardbreeze, who is now officially mated with a different tom, and expecting kits. you let nothing slip though, saying that you were just as shocked as everyone else when she made such a proclamation in the middle of the camp. he doesn’t believe you at first, but you are adamant, and with a few carefully thought out reassurances, your father believes you. it’s becoming easier to get what you want, make others believe what you want them to, and to get away with it. it’s almost sad how gullible your clanmates are.

your father suggests taking her on a hunt. he says that most she-cats enjoy watching their potential mate succeed at their warrior duties. you’re disappointed in his suggestion, but nod anyways. there’s another idea that has invaded your mind, one that could potentially lead to severe consequences if you were ever found out, but you can’t seem to shake it. you’ve found that pity works wonders with she-cats. now, you just need a reason for someone to pity you into humouring your desires.

you and your father find yourselves at the top of the silverthread falls. he’s babbling on about something to do with orchardbreeze, how lonely he is, and how he regrets leaving your mother. it’s in that moment that you realize just how deep your hatred for your father goes. he isn’t strong like you thought he was, an average warrior at best. it’s almost laughable, his pain and loneliness, but really it’s just plain sad. you watch him approach the edge of the cliff, still rambling about his deepest darkest regrets, and next thing you know, you’re standing where he was and his body is lost in the torrent of the water. you cock your head to the side, and wait until his body surfaces at the bottom, wait until you know for sure that he is dead. you smile.

“help! someone get anispine! something happened to reednose!” you play the distraught son well, tearing back through the territory to where your father has now washed up on shore. you stare at his body, broken, an obvious indent in his skull. the horror of what you did overcomes you, but everyone figures it is merely grief. you and the medicine cat carry his body back to camp, where your siblings meet you. the three of you sit vigil with your father that night before he is buried and sent to starclan. terncall makes an appearance for a moment, giving him a solitary lick on the forehead before she returns to the warriors den.

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“come hunt with me, ospreystrike.” your attention is pulled from your thoughts, and you look to see where the voice is coming from. your heart leaps at the sight of geckoclaw, the gorgeous she-cat that has had your attention for awhile. you stride over to her, and head butt her shoulder before the two of you leave for the territory. the hunt goes well, and the two of you find yourselves in a secluded area, the sun warming your pelts.

“it’s been hard dealing with the death of reednose. i know it was a couple moons ago, but still. it’s weird not seeing him around camp.” you’ve lost track of how many times you’ve used this line. so far, it gets you the response you’re looking for. geckoclaw licks your cheek, and smiles sadly.

“his death was tragic. it’s strange though,” she starts, looking away from you and into the distance. “he was always so sure of himself. it doesn’t make sense that he would slip and fall off the cliff.” she eyes you from the corner of her orange orbs, suspicion evident. you sigh heavily and look down at his paws.

“i know. i couldn’t believe it. one minute he was there, telling me how proud he was of me, and the things i have accomplished since becoming a warrior, and the next thing i knew, he was gone.” you snifle for good measure and look up at her, with sorrow in your eyes. “starclan can be cruel sometimes.” you lean towards her for comfort, but she pulls away.

“drop the act, ospreystrike. you hated your father. everyone knows it.” her accusatory tone catches you off guard, and anger flares in your eyes.

“how can you say that? i loved him. he was my father for starclans sake. i didn’t agree to come hunt with you so that you could interrogate me on a very sensitive subject, geckoclaw.” you sniff, and stand up, moving away from her. “you shouldn’t play with people's emotions. it only causes pain. look at what orchardbreeze did to my father. he was strong, and capable before she broke his heart.” you curl your lip at her, and begin to walk away. “you she-cats are all the same. using toms for your own benefit before dropping them like they’re nothing. shame on you, geckoclaw.” you spit at her before heading back to camp.

you keep to yourself mostly, after your tiff with geckoclaw. you’re worried that others may believe the same things she does, so when you get the chance, you do damage control. and by damage control, you drag geckoclaw’s name through the mud, lying about what she does, that she isn’t right in the head. you’re rather convincing in your tales of her, and hope that most will believe what you have to say. it’s rather enjoyable watching your clanmates avoid her, shake off her comments, and all around call her a liar to her face. you sit back and watch carnage unfold, such as you did that day so many moons ago. you’ve learned to control those around you, and the rewards are sweet.

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