Duskchaser

**Duskchaser** is a tortoiseshell and white cat with green eyes.

**Duskchaser** was born as **Duskkit** to unknown parents.

## Appearance

Duskchaser is an large, well-muscled norwegian forest she-cat with light-verdant green eyes. Her fur, although dense, remains elegant and well-maintained as its delicately pressed down into her physique with fur that comes across and river-currents wafting through her frame. She has long, neat whiskers and medium-length ears with black tufts extending from it. She has a black nose with patches of orange-and-white splashed across her midnight-colored coat with light ginger and white thats only apparent at the very front of her chest. She has a scar on the right side of her space, splicing through her ear down towards her flank.

## Personality

A sophisticated and unequivocal feline, Duskchaser is an professional and seemingly held-together she-cat who has devoted and dedicated her time livelihood encouraging and improving the living-conditions and enforcing work-production while providing for the hierarchy surrounding her by willingly taking the heavy loads of others, having always had that lifelong aspiration of holding a respectable position amongst her Clanmmates. Through the many tribulations one would face, the tortoiseshell has remained level-headed throughout those many troublesome moments in her life with a sense of pragmatism and well-balanced demeanor that commands every tongue that rises to her to fall flat into their maw as her no-nonsense attitude brings disputes and disagreements to their inevitable end.

However, Duskchaser wasn’t particularly even-tempered. Throughout her placid expression holds a ferocious, condescending attitude that with time had fed into her overly-obsessive behavior regarding perfectionism and taking matters into her own paws regarding situations that wouldn’t require her assistance. The she-cat can come across egocentric, busying herself with the duties of her clan and revolves everything around her as a result for her Clanmmates to do work on the sidelines. The she-cat gets things to done accordingly, perfected time-management with freedom that she doesn’t indulge in despite encouraging others to do so. She views her familiars as acquaintances, and hasn’t considered bonding or re-kindling her connections, all in favor of working overtime.

The she-cat hadn’t always been this way, of passive-aggressiveness and distance from her connections. One wouldn’t believe it, but she had filled her life with more than overwhelming and over-achieving everything and anything she could get her paws on for the sake of productivity. She was hard at work ever since receiving her apprentice-name. And even before then, there was nothing more she had wanted to be than to be an asset worth noticing. Her parents encouraged it the more she questioned the life of warrior-hood, but one cat had held her attention in ways her parents had always tried to get the feisty she-cat under wraps. Her aunt was a well-known she-cat amongst Cedarclan, well-respected and well-received in ways she hadn’t ever seen amongst the rest of her Clanmmates. She was a renowned feline who handled everything around her with ease, a boisterous and infectious demeanor that came with the strength of their ancestors through everything she endured physically and emotionally.

She had the world in her paws, and Duskkit was only one of many in her eyes. She had followed her around everywhere, always having wanted to be her helper and finding her stories and accomplishments endearing. She always stood next to her, always learning and witnessing even when the she-cat hadn’t ever glanced her direction. She never questioned it then, even when eventually her existence had seemed irrelevant the she-cat would’ve still strived to be an equal in the world that spins beneath her careful eye as she monitored everything and everyone around her. She had become disconnected with her parents, involving herself with cats who worked diligently and held character in the way her aunt had. When she wanted to become older, she wanted to have her friends next to her, her medals of appreciation and approval for connecting with her Clanmmates. She wanted them to witness her greatness, and acknowledge them for everything they’ve done for her. Tinybreath, Rosemarymoon, Parsleyshine and Palefrost. She could never be without them, at least, she had thought so then.

When the harshest Leafbare any of the clans had to endure had casted itself upon Cedarclan grounds, her aunt had been one of the first few too have fallen to its harsh conditions. The she-cat had pushed every cat away, and her mental-state diminishing with time had pushed everyone further away. Age was eventually coming up to her, and with it came the inability to defend herself from illnesses that left her bones weak with nothing but a good memory of the achievements she accomplished. Throughout everything, Duskpaw had remained by her side through and through, and ultimately she would become more and more defeated by her harsh words until her true colors would slowly come to light. Of her egocentrism and favoritism and disagreement with the direction her sister had ultimately chosen for herself in settling amongst her Clanmmates, and Duskpaw was the cat she wouldn’t of ever wanted to meet as her bite and disdain would eventually break the she-cats heart into many pieces. And ultimately, she would blame her mother instead than her aunt, finding that she could never put her as the blame even when she ultimately despised her, when she could never see her eye-to-eye, and finally disconnected herself from her starry-eyed admiration from her as reality had sunken deep into her pelt.

They spoke negatively of her aunt, and all the times she defended and disconnected herself away from her friends who concerned her about worrying over a lost-cause, of her parents passing right next to her inspiration for the motivation and passion that had once ran through her veins like a fire. She missed one-two many opportunities, and she had never felt anymore alone once her remaining family had passed away with time. With time, she became cruel, cold and utterly ruthless and ferocious in fury and frustration and an agony that shredded through her stomach and tore apart her heart. With the kits of her siblings, Hawkkit, Firkit, and Myrtlekit. She would eventually become more well-rounded, a saddened she-cat who had slowly taken on the role of her aunt as she grieved for who she may never feel again. Internalizing everything she ever appreciated in hopes it could help her withstand this bitter cold, and to keep her to herself in ways no one else ever would.

With time, she becomes the she-cat she has become now, and yet, that kit of pure wonderment and deep-seated hurt and betrayal remains. And Duskchaser would now ask for one thing, and its for something other than the blatant misplaced pieces of herself becoming an everyday reminder of who would never appreciate her for the things she's done today. And idly, she would wonder if one would see the way she's been, and tell her of their pride in her capabilities.

## Family

**Nieces/Nephews:**
Firbranch (living, confirmed)
Hawkthorn (living, confirmed)
Myrtletuft (living, confirmed)

**Grandnieces/Grandnephews:**
Aspen (deceased, residence unknown)
Chasmpaw (living, confirmed)
Mistypaw (living, confirmed)
Yarrowpaw (living, confirmed)