Lilypool

> How *dare* Flareheart take advantage of her mate's death; her mate who had sacrificed his *life* for him. She knew Blazestar never would have wanted this. She knew it and she was furious.- Lilypool's thoughts on Flarestar's takeover
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Lilykit was raised in a litter of 3 by kittypet parents who sought refuge in Fallenclan after running away from their twoleg homes. Her littermates were not very strong from birth. Her brother, Whitekit, was deaf, and Daphnepaw, her sister, was incredibly quick to illness. By default, Lilykit was the strongest, yet she didn't believe that was a good thing. She always tried to spend time with her littermates – sneak them out of the nursery to play moss ball or show them a cool pebble she'd found – however her parents would quickly shoo them back inside and scold her for being so reckless. She was a clumsy kit, much bigger than her littermates, and she couldn't understand just how fragile they were. By the time she was four moons old, she had been unintentionally conditioned to believe she was less important than her littermates. They always received so much attention from her parents, and it wasn't fair. All she wanted was for them to love her, to be proud of her, yet any time she showed off an accomplishment, her parents would supply a distant, tired nod and a "That's nice, Lilykit." Dejected and desperate for some sort of praise, Lilykit began monitoring her behaviors and her parents' reactions.

One day she would simply be her clumsy self, and her parents would frantically scold her and force her outside of the nursery. Another day, she would be extra careful and tip-toe around the nursery, making sure she stayed quiet and calm. For the first time in a long time, her parents hadn't yowled a sharp warning. In fact, her mother spent a little extra time grooming her before bed. With this realization unlocked, Lilykit continued that cautious behavior. It didn't come easily to her, however. She often snuck out through a hole in the camp walls right by the nursery and found old, battered fences. She would scramble up onto them and practice careful, precise paw placements that would maximize her balance, and slowly transferred those movements to the ground. Eventually, she stopped tripping over her paws and loping around camp. She learned proper posture, how to carry her weight more delicately, and most importantly, how to please her parents with quiet grace. These secret practice sessions continued through her apprenticeship and early warriorhood.

When she was only 7 moons old, a fresh apprentice alongside her littermates, her family was struck with a great tragedy as a result of a greencough outbreak. Her parents were extremely cautious with her littermates as soon as the first case was reported, however, no amount of caution could save Whitepaw and Daphnepaw from catching and succumbing to the deadly illness. Lilypaw was devastated. She'd never dealt with loss before in her young life, and she wasn't quite sure how to handle it. On one hand, her parents began doting on her to an almost suffocating extent, supporting her in every endeavor she took on, however she understood that it was their fear of losing their only surviving kit that drove them to do so. She knew now that they had always cared for her, however in their eyes, she hadn't needed as much attention as her sickly littermates. They'd always viewed her as independent, or at the least projected as much onto her so that their consciences were clear while they took care of the kits who couldn't care for themselves. It left Lilypaw bitter. All she'd ever wanted was for her parents to love her and see her, but she never wanted to lose her littermates for it. Blazepaw was the only one that really understood her during those times.

The two of them would sneak out of camp late at night to chat about anything and everything while Lilypaw continued to practice her precise grace. She'd trained too hard to let it go to waste. Eventually, as she grew older, she realized that her parents' praise was not the end all be all. She drew away from them and came into her own. In her warrior ceremony, she was named Lilypool in honor of her calmness and resilience. She used it as a chance to start anew.

She walked through her life with Blazespark and allowed herself to be independent from her parents, who passed when she was 20 moons old in a fox confrontation. The she-cat was pained by her parents' sudden death, however, Blazespark never left her side. Eventually, the two of them admitted their blossoming feelings for each other and became mates. They had a family and Lilypool had never felt so complete in her life. She did everything in her power to be the best mother she possibly could, making sure to never favor any one of her kits like her parents had done to her. She is incredibly proud of every one of her kits and likes to check in with them often. Everything went so much better than she could have imagined – Blazespark became Blazestar, and she had never been prouder to be his mate.

One day, Snowfield, a good friend of hers, approached her and explained that he held feelings for Blazestar. At first, she was conflicted – I mean, how was she supposed to react to that information? It took a while to process, however, after speaking with her mate, the three of them came to an agreement that Blazestar would take Snowfield as his second mate. Lilypool was jealous, at first, but she grew to appreciate having Snowfield around. The two became great friends and their relationship ended up being incredibly rewarding.

Recently, however, Lilypool has lost the love of her life, the one tom who had been with her since the beginning. She is devastated and lost.