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“‘The world is a cruel place.’ It seems like such an insignificant quote until you happen to go through it. The pain...Caring doesn’t get a cat anywhere, much less the hurt ones. It only gives you the illusion of change, like if you care enough you might get the lost things back.“ - Jet to Night

## Physical Appearance

Pitchpool has thick, long dark brown tabby fur, with darker brown tabby markings across her back, tail, paws and the sides of her face. Her ears are big, and her tail long, but her paws are wide. Her face is broad, and Pitchpool has deep, almond-shaped amber eyes and medium-length cheek fur. The near bottom of her chest is a milky cream-color that mixes with the brown at the edges. She has a large, intimidating stature, with broad shoulders and back, and long legs. The thick fur makes her legs look thicker than they are, but her shoulders and fore-legs are nearly pure muscle. She is bigger than most cats, with a weight of 15 pounds and a height of 10.0” since she is part Norwegian Forest Cat.

### Aliases/Past Names

Pitchkit, Pitchgurl (non-canon), Pitchiepaw (non-canon), Pitchpaw, Pitchpool, Pitchstar (jokingly)

### Immediate Family

Pouncepaw (xxx), Torrentpaw (xxx), Blizzarddawn (xxx), Goosestrike, Wishflame

## Physical Appearance

### Pelt Colour

Dark brown, black and darker brown tabby stripes with white dots behind the ears. Cream-colored chest.

## Personality

Pitchpool has changed a lot over the moons, personality wise. When she was a kit, she was snarky, rude, and stubborn, never letting an older cat get in the way of her plans. Since she has lost all of her immediate family, she has learned to cherish the moments that cats have together, making her calm and reserved to most cats. Her big stature makes her look brooding, but she will never hesitate to help a cat in need, no matter the clan or occupation. If, say, a cat close to her wants to leave or do something that means Pitchpool won’t see them, she won’t let her own feelings stop them from doing something that they must do.

She tries hard to accept things and move on, though when it comes to death, her family often haunts her dreams and leaves her spooked once she wakes up. She has a deep and sometimes intimidating voice, but a tender heart that cares for all cats. She will comfort a cat who is sad or scared whenever she gets the chance.

She trusts both her heart and her head, never letting another cat make her do something that she knows isn’t right. She will jump into a situation that could jeopardize her own well-being just to protect her friends and those she loves. She will even do this for a cat she doesn’t know, just to make sure they do not get hurt. She is a great leader, with a good head on her shoulders and a strong moral compass. She often tricks cats into a new way of thinking, bending a cat’s mind. Her games can often come off as unsettling, but she only uses them for her clan’s benefit.

She can be emotional at times, but does not let it show with acquaintances or cats she does not trust. She often can be touchy-feels and sensitive with her close friends, such as Dandelionpaw, but comes off as tough and unbreakable to others. Her reservedness is her strongest shield, as is her incredible dry and sharp tongue. Her words can often hurt more than her claws, but she is trying hard not to let her short temper get the best of her.

## Skills and Weaknesses

[Inspired by Pouncepaw’s Wiki Page]

(-) Is Claustrophobic

(-) Doesn’t like pressurized situations, but (+) can deal with them pretty well since she has more experience now

(+) Good investigator

(+) Doesn’t let emotions cloud her judgement

## Kit-hood

Pitchkit was born on March 16th, 2020 to Blizzarddawn of RiverClan. Blizzarddawn was a medicine cat who fell in love with the ShadowClan warrior, Wishflame. Being a medicine cat, however, meant that she was not able to have kits without breaking the warrior code, so she had to keep it a secret that she was their mother. Pitchkit and her litter-mates, Pouncekit and Torrentkit, were brought back to RiverClan and told by Blizzarddawn that their actual mother was dead. Pouncekit believed that their mother was actually Brokenrose, a ShadowClan warrior, and was furious that she was supposedly ‘dead’. Pitchkit was skeptical but chose to believe that their mother was dead, because she truly trusted Blizzarddawn.

Pitchkit and her brother, Pouncekit, managed to sneak outside of the RiverClan camp and make it the river marking the border with ShadowClan. There, they met Swiftgaze, a snappy and fierce ShadowClan warrior. Pitchkit and Pouncekit challenged her to cross the border, much to the warrior’s amusement. Pouncekit decided to cross the river himself, leaving Pitchkit to follow. Pouncekit ended up slipping and gaining a scar from one of the stepping-stones that gave him a lisp, as well as a bunch of other injuries. He made it to the other side, but Pitchkit was two stepping-stones away from the ShadowClan side when she slipped, plunging the kit into the river. Swiftgaze, having a soft-spot for kits and choosing to follow the warrior code, saved Pitchkit. Pitchkit was very grateful, drifting off to sleep in the comfort of Swiftgaze’s fur. Blizzarddawn had been collecting herbs nearby when she spotted the warrior with her kits. She demanded what was happening, starting an argument between Swiftgaze and the medicine cat. Stormriddle (Grandma Stormy hehe) had also seen the kits and joined in the argument. Blizzarddawn collected an injured and enraged Pouncekit, along with a sad-she-had-to-leave Pitchkit. They traveled back to camp.

Pitchkit just frolicked because her role-player was not very active that first week :/

Pitchkit found out that Blizzarddawn was dead, and she was extremely devastated. Pouncekit had taken it hard, one because she had lied to them and second that she was their biological mother. The siblings mourned.

Pitchkit met Sparkpaw and a couple others, making friends quickly.

Met some more cats! Robinkit, Dewkit, Dandelionkit, they are all her den-mates

Pitchkit tried to get back out of camp again, wanting to explore and possibly visit Swiftgaze. She didn’t make it far before being caught and brought back by Valleystream, her telling Pitchkit that ‘you can leave camp when you’re an apprentice.’ Pitchkit was extremely annoyed, but realized that when she was six moons, she would be stronger, faster, and smarter. So she didn’t fight Valleystream.

When Blizzarddawn died, the shock and numbness was all that came at first. Pitchkit never really got time to fully grieve her mother. Pitchkit crawled to a secluded spot in the nursery, and let the tears flow. She wasn’t a very loud cryer, but her brother was. He had been stung by a bee, and had never had the stinger taken out of his shoulder. After Pitchkit’s grief-session, Pouncekit had had a full-blown tantrum of pain and depression in the nursery. No one could calm him down, so Pitchkit didn’t try. She was depressed for a few days until she realized that Blizzarddawn would want her to keep on living, not just surviving. So she suppressed her sadness and decided to practice her ‘leadership skills’ on a school of minnows who she even gave warrior names to (See to ‘Favorite Games/Past-times’ for a description of this game). She played this with Hailstream.

Pitchkit talked with Dewkit for the second time about their future apprenticeship. She is happy. She thinks that Pouncekit, since he is suffering and thinks everyone (including Pitchkit) hates him, should get Badgerstar as a mentor. She would settle for Hickoryfrost, because he would be leader eventually.

Pitchkit has decided that she wants to be leader someday. ‘Pitchstar, Pitchstar, Pitchstar’ She thought, over and over (She be so ambitious owo). She would also make Pouncekit her deputy.

Talks with other kits, plays MinnowClan, tries to escape (and fails).

## Apprenticeship (WIP)

Badgerstar apprenticed Pitchpaw to Smokybird, and her brother Pouncepaw was apprenticed to Badgerstar himself, just as Pitchpaw had anticipated.

Pouncepaw watched her ceremony but still did not bother to talk to her. She just wanted her brother back, she wanted their bond to be mended. Pitchpaw’s happiness at becoming an apprentice vanished in that moment.

Her brother went missing, no one had seen him for a while. Turns out he was killed in ShadowClan territory and buried there, though no one in RiverClan knew that yet.

Pitchpaw was walking near Twoleg place when she saw her mentor, Smokybird, pacing near a fence. Lionpaw was there as well, so Pitchpaw decided to ask what they were doing. Turns out Smokybird was hungry for some of the golden fish that the Twolegs had in their backyard, and was devising a plan to grab some. Birchfire, Smokybird’s mate, was against this, but decided to go with her anyway. They were both captured and driven away by Twolegs. Pitchpaw and Lionpaw were left to go and fetch a patrol to get them back. They told Valleystream, but the patrol couldn’t get there in time to save them. Pitchpaw was devastated.

Pitchpaw was getting more and more desperate for RiverClan to find her brother. She had been pacing in RiverClan territory when she spotted her sister, Torrentpaw, drenched in blood, dead. Fox scent filled the clearing. She had been killed by foxes, left to defend herself, a seven-moon-old apprentice. Pitchpaw mourned heavily. She had no one left now, her mother, her brother...gone. Her brother couldn’t have survived by now, though somewhere in her hope was still there, but her sister and mother were definitely dead.

Pitchpaw met two WindClan cats at the border, Hornetpaw and Asterpaw. She and Hornetpaw talked a while, but when Pitchpaw was walking Asterpaw leaped upon her, mistaking her for an invasion. They bickered a bit, then Pitchpaw headed home.

Pitchpaw and Dandelionpaw devised a plan to retrace her brother’s movements and find out whether he was captured or, worst case scenario, killed. They decided that they would ask Badgerstar to lead a patrol to find him, along with the apprentices, then they realized it was a bad idea. Badgerstar could figure it out on his own.

Pitchpaw met a young tomcat named Shellpaw at the WindClan border, they talked about hobbies and mentors, and Pitchpaw explained that she liked to make sculptures out of mud. Shellpaw beamed and said that she should teach him sometime. She subtly reminded him that she was in a different clan, and that he should practice and show her next time. She then went home.

Pitchpaw‘s mentor, Smokybird, escaped Twolegplace with her mate, Birchfire and made it back to RiverClan safely. Pitchpaw was overjoyed and tackled Smokybird with tears. They were reunited.

Pitchpaw snooped again around the WindClan border out of boredom, meeting Hornetpaw again. They exchanged pleasantries and clan news, parting ways again.

Ravenflame, the famed criminal of the clans, came in camp one day talking about confessing something. Pitchpaw left before Ravenflame revealed what it was about since the apprentice didn’t like the feeling of tension and murder in the camp. She came back and Ravenflame was gone, and the mood of the camp was somber. She got a feeling that something was terribly wrong, and that it had to do with her.

Pitchpaw laid down outside of the apprentice’s den, feeling cold inside and fearful. Dandelionpaw came up to her and told her that her brother, Pouncepaw, was dead. He hadn’t only been kidnapped, but he had been slaughtered. Pitchpaw immediately knew it was Ravenflame who did it, and repeatedly asked her friend if she was dead, if Badgerstar had killed her. Pitchpaw felt her whole world breaking apart in that moment.

She dismissed Smokybird (who had come up before Dandelionpaw) and Dandelionpaw, saying that she needed air. She left the camp and headed for Adder River, needing to think and to mourn. Dandelionpaw came up behind her, and when Pitchpaw thought she had followed her, she bristled. But she realized that Dandelionpaw looked panicked. She said that she needed to leave. Lionpaw raced after Dandelionpaw and came up to Pitchpaw’s side, asking why Dandelionpaw wanted to leave. Pitchpaw just accepted that her friend needed to go, and let Dandelionpaw cross the river, must to her dismay.

However, Dandelionpaw slipped on one of the stepping stones that allowed cats to cross the river, plunging her into the rapids. Pitchpaw didn’t hesitate to jump in, her strong limbs battling the waters, but even her strength couldn’t challenge the river for long. Her long fur dragged her down, and she managed to get a hold on Dandelionpaw’s scruff, but the water whipped the other cat away. Pitchpaw flopped onto the riverbank, tired and defeated. Her friend disappeared from sight, and Pitchpaw found herself missing her more than she thought she would. Lionpaw and she hoped that whatever Dandelionpaw had been planning, that she would be okay in the end.

Pitchpaw went through a training session on swimming and hunting with Smokybird. When Smokybird noticed how sad Pitchpaw was, she scolded that she should get her act together and stop grieving, for Smokybird had only grieved for one day when her whole family died. Pitchpaw snapped. She yelled at Smokybird that when her mother, her sister and her brother had died, Smokybird had been captured and had not been there for her. She hissed that it was common sense not to mess with Twolegs and that you could catch good fish anywhere else. Pitchpaw said that Smokybird was a horrible mentor and should not tell her to stop, that she deserved to grieve a little for everything that she had lost.

Smokybird stopped pestering and went on with the lesson, Pitchpaw still fuming but sad that she had managed to push even her mentor away.

Pitchpaw had gone back to Adder River to think and possibly see Dandelionpaw again. She met a loner named Hamlet, they bonded over loss and the tragedies that had happened in their lives. She asked if she could call him Uncle Letty, and he agreed. He dubbed her as Squeaker. Pitchpaw was happy for a moment in time, despite everything bad happening around her.

Dandelionpaw made it back to RiverClan camp, scarred and hungry but in one piece. Pitchpaw quietly waited her turn to talk to her as other cats rejoiced at her return. She could see how rigid and different her friend had become, and knew something had happened. Dandelionpaw was a bit cold, she had thought at the time, and Pitchpaw wished she could talk to her alone.

When Dandelionpaw had told Pitchpaw that she was fine once Pitchpaw could talk to her, she wanted to protest, but knew that it wouldn’t help Dandelionpaw in the slightest. She reminded her that she was always here to talk, and then slid out of camp.

Pitchpaw spotted Smokybird at the Duck Pond, and they talked, and both apologized. They were on good terms again.

Pitchpaw encountered Mousepelt, a ShadowClan warrior, on a walk near the border. They bickered a bit before Pitchpaw headed off.

Pitchpaw and Dandelionpaw talked in the apprentice’s den a few days later, Dandelionpaw appreciating that Pitchpaw had asked about her scars, and how they were doing.

## Adult Life (WIP)

Pitchpaw‘s warrior ceremony was held by Blazingwing. Dandelionpaw and Smokybird, her mentor, both attended. She was named Pitchpool, and honored for her ambitious nature and loyalty.

She told Smokybird that she would always be her mentor, warrior or not, and that she would never forget what she had done for her. After that, Pitchpool went on to become the best that she could be, including meeting up with some old friends.

Smokybird was having kits, to which Pitchpool was overjoyed. She hoped to mentor one one day, to repay what Smokybird had done for her.

When the time came for the kits to be born, Smokybird bled to death, leaving her healthy kits with Birchfire. Pitchpool was distraught, climbing a tree inside of camp and not coming down until Dandelionshine, who had become a warrior, tried herself. Dandelionshine eventually managed to coax her into coming down, tears in Pitchpool’s eyes and her heart crushed by yet another loss.

Because of Smokybird’s death and the way Dandelionshine had been the only cat to have enough influence to convince her to calm down, Pitchpool realized that she was in fact in love with her childhood friend. She didn’t know how to tell Dandelionshine this, of course, so she decided to wait it out and see if Dandelionshine felt the same way.

Shellpaw, now Shellpuddle, became a warrior. They talked on the border, exchanging stories and events that had happened in the meantime while they were apart, including Smokybird’s death. Pitchpool appreciated his immediate friendliness amidst all the bad.

Pitchpool watched as she slowly ended up closing herself off from others, becoming a cat that only a few cats could call their friend. She hoped Dandelionshine wouldn’t leave her to be with StarClan anytime soon, because her influence was the only thing keeping her here, in RiverClan.

One day, while Pitchpool was walking, she saw that Adder River had become flooded from the green-leaf rain. The she-cat broke through the trees to the banks, concerned by how swollen and fast the water had become.

Suddenly, she noticed a log on top of the bulge of water that Pitchpool thought was a cat. She ran along the edges of the river, trying to see who or what it was. Turns out, Dandelionshine had been swimming in the river when the log hit her and pushed her under, killing the she-cat whom Pitchpool loved. Pitchpool dragged her to shore, sobbing and trying to revive her. It was no use. Dandelionshine was dead.

Pitchpool was a mess after the death of Dandelionshine, sleeping in until sunhigh and coming out looking like a rat’s nest. Her eyes were bleary and unfocused, and she often couldn’t get a straight sentence out without breaking down in front of other cats. She sensed the concern of the other warriors, but didn’t care enough to do anything about it. She knew what Smokybird would say if she saw this.

Even before Dandelionshine’s death, Pitchpool had been losing her loyalty to RiverClan. The spiral started at her brother, and increased with each death after. Now that Dewberry was dead, having collapsed in the middle of camp with Pitchpool at her side, Pitchpool felt no reason to stay in the home that had raised her since birth.

She talked to Badgerstar, and he agreed to let her become a rogue by the name of Jet. Having a half-hearted goodbye from Appletooth, a warrior she had never even met, Jet set off.

## Rogue-life

Jet was hunting rabbits near the WindClan border when she met up with her old friend Shellpuddle. They talked for a while until Shellpuddle offered to take her rabbit-hunting, to which she agreed. They caught one rabbit, which Jet had given the k!lling blow to. Jet then offered to teach him how to swim to return the favor; turns out he was a much worse swimmer than what Jet would have ever thought, but they had tons of fun.

Jet had an encounter with Spider, a fellow rogue. It was very brief and unpleasant, is what Jet would have thought.

She then came across Night while she was hunting in a tree, the cat who had stepped in to look after Jet when Smokybird had been captured. Night didn’t recognize Jet at first, but with some thorough memory-jogging the scarred black she-cat remembered. Jet broke the news of Smokybird’s death, to the sadness of both of them.

They got to talking when Jet asked if anything eventful had happened lately. Night replied that she had mauled and k!lled a cat out of the anger of the other cat prodding her with personal questions. Jet had turned into a confidante at that moment; Jet was surprised by this, how good of a listener she had become after having to go through so many early-on life lessons.

When Jet asked what Night’s deepest regret was, she told her that her first was starting the fight with Duckblaze, which started all of her problems, and falling in love with Azrael. Jet asked what she could do to atone, but Night refused. Her mistakes were a part of her. Jet filled her in on a quote: ‘the world is a cruel place.’ and how dismissive you can be about it until you face the real pain of reality.

## Favorite Games/Past-times

1. MinnowClan - A game where you gather two schools of minnows (One MinnowClan and one FishClan). Give them proper warrior/apprentice/kit names, act out battles, hunting sessions, etc. You are the leader.
2. Moss-ball - A game where you gather a ball of moss and pass it between two cats.
3. Pebble-nose - A game where you race to out-balance another cat by seeing whose stone can balance on their nose the longest.
4. Play-fight - Practice harmless battle-moves with another kit, claws sheathed.
5. Badger-ride - Climb onto an older cat’s back, give the smaller cat a ride around camp.

## Friends/Family

***FAMILY:***

Pouncepaw, tom, littermate **(deceased)**

Torrentpaw, she-cat, littermate **(deceased)**

Dewberry, she-cat, cousin **(deceased)**

Quilldawn, NB/she-cat, aunt

Blizzarddawn, she-cat, mother [‘Om’] **(deceased)**

Goosestrike, tom, surrogate father **(deceased)**

Wishflame, she-cat, mother [‘Mama’]

***FRIENDS:***

Dandelionshine, she-cat, crush and best friend **(deceased)**

Wrenripple, she-cat, friend (but it’s definitely one-sided lol)

Sparksong, she-cat, friend

Hailstream, tom, friend

Smokybird, she-cat, mentor/friend **(deceased)**

Hornetflight, tom, friend, WindClan

Hamlet/Bounce, tom, friend/confidante, rogue/loner

Night, she-cat, friend?, rogue

## Quotes/Role-play Snippets

‘ *There. That was it. The little bridge of hope and faith she had left for both Pouncepaw and StarClan broke, a raging flood of reality knocking it to oblivion. Her head slowly hung, her paws cradling her face, her thick, dark brown tail curling around her body so that she was small. She didn’t cry. She was too numb to cry, she could only feel the emptiness of the spot that her kin, her family had once occupied. Then she drew her paws and tail away, leaving her to stare, wide-eyed at the ground. “Ravenflame.” She said, her voice hollow and barely above a whisper. “Is she dead?” Pitchpaw’s amber eyes looked into Dandelionpaw’s blue ones, silently begging her to say yes. “Is she?” ‘*

**- Pitchpaw, to Dandelionpaw after Pouncepaw’s death, and the realization of Ravenflame’s crime**

’ *She teared up as he went through his words, hurriedly wiping her snout and sniffling. He really did understand, more than any other cat at this point. She realized that though she had lost the ones she loved, they were in StarClan, so she couldn’t turn her back on them. The tears, to her frustration and release, kept on coming. She looked at him now. “Thank you.” For the first time in moons, she sounded sincere. ‘*

- ***Pitchpaw, to Hamlet (Uncle Letty) at Adder River after Dandelionpaw’s disappearance***

*‘ “I won’t. I’ve dealt with it for the last two deaths of my family. I’ve lost my whole family, too, Smokybird. You were gone the whole time! You’ve been a terrible mentor! You should never have gone to the Twoleg place! Wasn’t that common sense? You couldn’t have not been caught!” She blurted, eyes burning with fury. Her fur flattened, and realized what she said was wrong, but she didn’t say anything further. She padded into the water. ‘*

**- Pitchpaw, to Smokybird after the death of Pitchpaw’s brother**