Burrwalker

**Burrwalker** is a seal point cat with blue eyes.

**Burrwalker** was born as **Burrkit** to unknown parents.

## Appearance

Reddish dark browns coat this dark molly. Her eyes a sharp inviting blue, contrasted with her almost black ears, legs, muzzle, and tail. Under sunlight it shines a radiant brown with a darker back, shining her seal point coat in a great light. Short, smooth, and glossy fur adorns Burrwalker. Having once been coated from dirt clinging to her coat, it now serves as a gorgeous and well-kept coat, leaving barely a trace of the burrower life Burrwalker used to lead.

She is a medium-sized molly with a muscular build. In no way is she dainty, with a strong and compact body. She has a very sturdy structure. Burrwalker is a stocky feline with strong legs built overtime from warriorhood. Her coat is littered with scars, and while she’s old, there’s no doubt there’s still a spark of fight under that scarred pelt.

## Personality

With great effort, Burrwalker fought to stay out of the elders' den for as long as she could, believing with great ideals to serve her Clan for as long as she could keep moving. Though despite it, it came down to the fact she slowly found it harder and harder to keep moving onwards. And even then, she pushed through it, until it couldn’t be beared anymore.

Burrwalker has always been a fighter, from the time she was an apprentice to even after her mates had passed, and even after her only son left. There was much to do and never time to think or dwell, though slowly it’d come crashing down. But she still loves her children, though it’s never noticeable behind the focus of the tedium of life.

Considerably a strict molly, Burrwalker has always valued the tradition of the Clan. Apprentices under her wing had always been taught just as the Clan would have wanted—to do as what would benefit the Clan the most. Emotional moments have always been harder for Burrwalker, tearing the focus from it to the constant movement of Clan life.

Though even with the scope being in the small world of the tedium, Burrwalker remembers pieces of important cats to her—often colors, shapes, and even favorites of them, carrying them in her mind as she moves through life, almost as if a reminder of them being still there, remembering them. Her belief is strong, believing well in passing on memories of loved ones to the ones before her so that they too won’t be forgotten.

For Burrwalker, life had always been relatively simple. That is and was how Burrwalker liked it; a tedium, and certainly a small viewpoint of the world. Though she slowly watched as her mates passed, growing older without them. She believes she still has reason to live on even without them. Though devoted to her Clan, she even watched her only son leave the Clan, finding pain in every way.

Though she knows she has Honeydew and her grandkits. She’s willing to keep moving, until life decided it was too much. Now Burrwalker hangs in the elders' den, willing to give tips and help guide the future even from a tired den.

At least she went on for as long as she could.

## Family:

**Kit:**
Cavernfall (living, confirmed)

**Grandkits:**
Cliff (living, confirmed)
Sheer (living, confirmed)