Wishwanderer

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**Wishwanderer** is a pretty, small, thin and dainty dilute siamese tortoiseshell point with deep, dark blue eyes and a windy, plumy, thick tail and haunches. She has tiny paws that are missing the front and foremost bone on each toe due to being declawed.

## General Information

### Scent:

plantain lilies with strong over-tones of various sweet mental medicine cat herbs and honey.

### Voice Claim:

Ella from Total Drama Pahkitew Island, 8/10 accuracy, higher pitched and hastily spoken.

## Historical Information

### Date Introduced:

6/11/23

**Wishwanderer** was born to Pastelskies and Mugwortsear alongside her littermates Lostkit and Somberkit. She has served under Valleystar's and Dawnstar's reigns. When she was a kit, she began seeing strange visions and what appeared to be ghosts, almost from the moment she could leave the nursery. When she was made a Tracker apprentice, her siblings perished upon some sort of dare made leaping into Wager Cattywampus, killing them instantly. Wishpaw was distraught, but after their ghosts swam up and joined her on the way home and stayed to watch their own vigils, Wishpaw was able to accept their deaths, taking a further appreciation in the likes of Starclan. Starclan later began disrupting her training as though drawing her towards the path of a medicine cat, leading to the death of her mother and her being captured by the two-legs at the Farseer's Mantle. She was later declawed and mistreated before being freed by her absent father, Mugwortsear. She returned to Sunlit Prairies and was accepted back into the clan by Valleystar, and was renamed Wishclaw when she was promptly named a new Tracker. Hunting proved difficult however, and when illness claimed her father and she fell pregnant with kits, only to later lose them after she'd been ecstatic to have them and being forced to birth the stillborn kits, she decided to change to the life of a medicine cat, which Valleystar reluctantly accepted, though Twilightplume, her mentor, was still less than thrilled. Often abandoning her studies, Otterpond took over a large number of her training sessions, before she was eventually renamed Wishwanderer, after only training for a short few moons, as it seems she was some sort of prodigy at the work, and her sensitivity made it simple and good work for her. She later took a liking to Velourmoth and even Petalpaw, looking after the pair as though they were her own kits. She took part in healing minor injuries on cats during the badger attack, working alongside Beepaw, Wisteriapaw, and Magpiepaw to retrieve the injured before they too were trampled like many other of their clanmates.

## Relations

Former Mate: Scaldingreign

Friendships: Velourmoth, Petalpaw

Enemies: Lavendersnow (one-sided on her part)

Mentors: Twilightplume, Otterpond

Apprentices: Decayingbelladonna

## Interests

*Likes*

basking in the sun, collecting flowers, interacting with small animals and other small life-forms, decorating and painting, sweet-tasting berries and other fruits, spring summer and fall (albeit only when warm), the tranquility of rain and thunderstorms, the feeling of anything soft underpaw, listening to stories, being welcome to talk about her interests, long walks outside of camp, any and all interactions with prey creatures as well as kits, herb and flower gathering, flirtatious jokes and prods, being included in conversations/discussions, keeping a clean and neat den/pelt, most all of the plants on the territory, meadows, cats matching her energy, sorting herbs, singing and harmonizing, cuddling, rolling around in just about any plant matter, lots of things in life, really.

*Dislikes*

toms in general, most comments directed at her as an individual, any acts of violence, having to kill and eat prey, being cold/colder seasons, any and all forms of hostility, toxic and unnecessary behavior/comments, cats refusing to do work, the taste of blood. Any form of poisonous herbs/plants, badgers and bright lights, especially horrified of two-legs, dogs, and horses due to her past.

## Skills/Faults

*Skills*

she's incredibly talented at her job, taking the mental health of cats extremely seriously and devoting all her time and energy into her work, even if it were to bring her to the brink of exhaustion or death. she's incredibly close-knit to Starclan, often brushing whiskers with cats that other living members of her clan may have never even heard of. because of her Starclan connection, she is able to see things that other cats could never imagine inhabiting the moors due to a gift she was given when she was only a little kit. She’s incredibly helpful and lives to have something to do, she’s always lending cats a paw when they may need it, and is a fantastic listener. She’s a prodigy when it comes to herbs, finding the memorization of them a lot easier than that of keeping track of scents and prey-patterns, she learns very quickly and is open to different ideas and concepts that may prove to further advance her role in general. She’s very creative, sometimes coming up with different herb combinations and ideas and offering the schematics to any cat willing to listen to her, though she’d test any new poultice on her own pelt before putting any other cat’s life at risk. She’s proactive, and is always several steps ahead when it comes to any sort of planning, she’s always prepared for the worst and will thrust herself straight into a large load of work as she’s more than aware of the consequences if she were to fail to do so. She’s completely entranced with her work and very proud of her status, she feels as though she never actually has to work in her role as it’s simply tasks she enjoys doing, she makes a game out of it during times that the pattern drags, always making it worth her while and fun despite how tedious the work can sometimes be. Since she’s so kind and friendly, it’s usually quite easy for her to work cats into talking to her, and her optimism rubs off relatively consistently on those open to it, she’ll do anything it takes to complete a problem for those in need and have them padding out of her den with a wide smile, and maybe even a few new flowers as decoration to further enhance their moods. She’s very open and honest, and has little intention of lying, she believes she may have never told one in her life. Though she may soften bad news for cats, she won’t hide it from them, she’s well aware that it’s of little help to keep cats in the dark even if the news may destroy them. She’s very patient and would never bare her teeth at a clanmate, but she’s far from soft and naive. She can be defensive and aggressive towards those causing harm to her patients and clanmates, and is considerably less comfortable in the presence of toms due to her past circumstances. She’s a very talented cat, even if she is unable to and unwilling to hunt or fight. She’s got strong legs to leap, and though she can’t climb trees very well due to her lack of claws, she can easily leap to a branch within one and wrap her forepaws around it to cling on in a life or death circumstance. She’s a very strong swimmer, having powerful limbs passed down from generations of clan cats, she also sports webbed paws, making her incredibly strong at the task and a great asset for saving those who may struggle amidst the unfortunate circumstances of a flood. Due to her small form and past as a tracker, she is very fast and knows the territory like the back of her paw, since she has spent so much time exploring it. Her size also benefits her when it comes to squeezing into small spaces and avoiding danger. She has a strong sense and trusts her gut to guide her, saving her life in countless situations by only a hair and then some by scooting herself and her clanmates from danger just in the nick of time. She has strong hearing as well, often able to pick up on cat’s distress and appearing out of the blue almost silently due to how lightly she pads. She’s incredibly quiet when not singing or purring outwardly, often sneaking up on cats entirely by accident and giving them a start without intending to. She pads very lightly, barely grazing the ground with her weight, making it very difficult for cats to track her since she doesn’t leave much in terms of paw-prints behind. She tends to attract prey to her almost like a magnet, though she’d never lay a paw down to harm them- it’s as though the prey creatures are more than aware of that. She’s the type of cat to attempt to heal a wounded prey creature or even predator, she shows the same love and care a mother may to a kit to all of mother nature’s creatures, and she’s always positive throughout it. Her positivity is one that is seemingly unnmatched, and she always has faith, she’s always usually taking up the role of the cat promising success and survival at the end of any and all endeavors. She has no shame, either, and doesn’t grow challenged when cats grow annoyed with her boundless energy.

*Faults*

she wouldn’t hurt a fly to save her life, she has devoted her life to healing, and thus refuses to bring harm to any creature, much less a small bug or prey. Since she’s so selfless, she tends to grow hungry simply because she’ll pass on prey to any other cat, as she believes they need it much more than she. She’s incredibly stubborn when she has her mind set on something, and no matter what a cat tries to say or do, she will not change her direction and instead continue harshly enforcing it up until she’s at the brink of death if need be. Since she’s declawed, she’s genuinely incapable of properly defending herself, and her size does little to help this, making her an easy target for predators as well as hostile cats that may target her as if she is weak. She’s terrified of heights, and though she will leap into a tree if necessary, she feels uncomfortable and nauseous when not close to the ground. Her thin pelt does her little wonders as well, great for swimming as it does not become too heavy for her to paddle, but not considerably impressive for frigid temperatures, especially since she’s prone to freezing. She’s often shivering and most of her pelt is frigid to the touch, even when basked in warmth, with the coldest of her body being her paws and muzzle despite any and all efforts taken to warm them up. She has a lot of trouble accepting the fact that death is the end, since she’s so in tune with Starclan, she simply sees it as a necessary step in life before moving on to the future, though she can’t seem to extend this to prey. She’s the closest thing a cat can be to a vegan in that sense, preferring to instead fill her belly on berries and other fruits and plants instead of eating prey that’s been killed to help her live. Since she’s so devoted to her work, she is prone to illness from overworking and stress, and tends to fall deathly ill when she does happen to catch something, her body slowly withers and wilts like a delicate flower even for the smallest cold, creating a decent amount of stress and fear for her in the medicine den and forcing her fellow medicine cats to restrict her from working with a patient that they know may be meant for Starclan, as she will place their life before her own in a heart-beat, even if it meant her death in return. She’ll do anything possible to save a cat’s life, even if she is just a mental medicine cat, through means of retrieving items and sitting alongside them, watching their breathing throughout the night and being available in the circumstance that they may request something. Though she is fast and trusts her gut to guide her, she’s not always right, and on occasion even tends to come off as skittish and over-prepared for situations, even dramatic in a sense. She struggles with opening up to other cats, and though she is great at giving advice, a lot of what she says still needs to be learned by her as well. Though she’s not anxiety-prone, when it comes to healing cats, she does tend to second-guess herself and beat herself up inwardly if she fails to help somecat. If she feels as though she owes a cat something, she will go above and beyond to give back to them, she feels like generosity and kindness is capable of reward in most instances, as she doesn’t expect most cats to like her much to begin with. She has a wretched soft-spot for kits, and isn’t capable of yelling at them or scolding them, making it a breath of fresh air to be caught by her rather than any other clan cat. She’s somewhat of a pushover and won’t speak up for herself if she were to be berated, she doesn’t think all that highly of herself in general and is easily taken in when cats express that she is one way or another, no matter no negative or incorrect the assumption is. She jumps to conclusions a lot and tends to speak rather quickly, cutting into conversation and accidentally cutting cats off without realizing it most of the time. If Starclan were to tell her to throw herself off a cliff, she would. She trusts her ancestors with every essence of her being, and takes their word as law no matter how questionable it becomes. She’ll swoon over a cat protecting her, but without one, she’s about as practical as a bouncing grass-hopper in the immediate face of danger, as though cowering from a predator, or something similar. She’s learned a few moves but not nearly enough to defend herself, so instead she bounces about as if trying to confuse her attacker into submission. She has a low pain tolerance and grows quiet when scared when in most instances, she should be the opposite. Following that, she’s not the greatest when tasked with calling for help, she can’t yell and her fast-pace speaking with the higher toned voice makes it difficult for cats to understand her in times of panic. Since she’s so physical, she’d likely proceed to drag a cat by their scruff into action with her instead of wasting time repeating things.

## Personality

one of the sweetest, most positive and bubbly cats that another may have the pleasure of meeting. she is a very selfless, devoted, and honorable medicine cat with an extremely strong connection to Starclan, it's said that she has shared more dreams with Starclan than even the Nurse's of the clan, despite it being their job to do so. like most things in life, Starclan is seemingly drawn to her, which is easy to assume based on her personality. she's very grateful and courteous, incredibly respectful and friendly, her laughter is contagious and difficult to suppress once she's got a cat going, especially since she seems to have a good taste in humor as well, even despite the difficulties her job sometimes presents. she's very in-tune with cat's emotions, easily identifying issues based simply on expression alone at times, she'll do anything if it means making a cat feel better about themselves. she's incredibly humble, often shrugging off compliments towards herself but taking them to heart with a genuine glee, she often returns the favor through plentifully spread praise and compliments, she's often quick to share them even if specific cats may not be inherently "deserving," she sees all cats as her equals, and every cat ad her kits, much like any medicine cat would. she's very adventurous and always has been, though she's perfectly comfortable and happy in her position in the clan, she can often be seen speaking outwardly in curiosity of what might lay beyond the confines of the border. though due to the incidents she went through as a younger cat, it's unlikely she'll ever be able to muster the strength to step another paw-step outside of Sunlit Prairies. She’s not much a fan of change, but will always side with what is best for her clanmates before ever making a decision for herself. She’s stubborn about her work and will exhaust all possibilities before even considering giving up, and she’ll work herself to the brink of death to save a cat if need be. She’s very insecure about herself, and can’t seem to see anything positive about her own pelt or paws beyond her knowledge of herbs, and can be easily swayed and manipulated when it comes to her as an individual, making her an easy target for cruelties. She won’t stand up for herself, but she will go into verbal war for her clanmates and those she cares about. Hostility and by extension violence scares her, making it difficult for her to find kinship in Sentinels and Tunnelers as she sees them as emotionless for being capable of bringing harm to another cat, especially if said cat were to be another one of their clanmates. She’s easily influenced by Starclan and by extension aggressive clanmates, and will do anything to avoid conflict. She’s grown fearful of toms after the situation with her mate, and sees them as somewhat of a lesser type of cat than she is, despite how wrong she knows she must be for feeling that way, though she tries not to make this present in how she acts towards them day by day. She strongly embraces her femininity, spending what time she can grooming and expressing herself, she enjoys looking pretty and being called so by other mollies, she feels very comfortable in her pelt and is very proud to have been born a molly. She’s very girlie and harps a lot over appearances, which may be irritable to some. She’s very chatty, and loves talking and gossiping at every chance she gets. She’s the type of cat to help distract patients through harping on and on about her interests. She will always right any wrong done to any cat, even if it’s something as insignificant as stepping on their tail through any means she’s able. She’s very in tune with nature and respects it strongly, she looks up to the delicate randomness of the world and especially feels at home with the twittering birds and gentle rabbits of the territory. She’s just flooded with energy, always up for a game and playful with cats even during the worst of circumstances when there is no work to be done, similar to a young apprentice. She’s overtly joyful and will lay out her excitement clear as day to cats that are interested. She also tends to be somewhat flirtatious with her friends and those she deems to be suitable partners. She loves having friends and making them, and intends on befriending just about every cat she can within the realm of possibility. She’s a ride or die type of friend, sticking with them through thick and thin and willing to support them through the worst of any given circumstance, she’s incredibly respectful towards them, if not a little bit too physical. She loves the art of physical touch, and her own love language is gift-giving as well as physcial, often looking to share a nest or brush pelts and usually using her tail-tip even against cats she doesn’t know as well as her friends. She’s respectful towards authority and understanding of their circumstances, she’s empathetic towards each and every cat, and will often play the devil’s advocate. Though overall she’s comfortable in her clan, she does sometimes feel as though she cannot trust every cat, and occasionally, she feels as though they don’t entirely trust her. Since she spent time with two-legs, her return to the clan was horrifying to say the least, and she’s still trying to make herself feel at home among so many cats. Because of the isolation from them that she’d been forced to experience, she has trouble being around crowds and tends to have anxiety when it comes to closed spaces/clusters of clan cats surrounding her, she much prefers to deal with patients one at a time, or interact with one cat at once. Her drive and passion for her work stems from the death of her parents, especially Mugwortsear, who she wished everyday she could’ve saved. She wanted to get to know her father, though she feels like Starclan claimed him before she had a chance, she wants to prevent that from happening to any other cats if she can help it. She can tend to seem a bit dreamy at times as she watches the wandering spirits through her strange gift, making her seem somewhat strange to outsiders looking in, and occasionally isolating her to some degree. She does like spending time with cats and being around them, though this might not be the case for those who don’t quite understand. She’s understanding however, she wouldn’t blame cats and would even loathe herself a little to some degree, but not so much that her personal feelings ever get in the way of her work. She’s wanted her job since she was little, and now that she has it means that she’s going to treasure it, it’s everything she has now, afterall, at least that and the marks she makes behind on her clanmates and by extension her kits. She greatly respects Silkstar, though with the molly randomly appearing to her at times and nosing into her business and breaking her concentration, she wonders what exactly may be up with the Starclan cat and why exactly she’s there on Earth to begin with. She’s pretty intelligent, but not the brightest cat in the world, and she tends to lose her nerve in the face of danger, especially since she perceives herself as helpless. Time is herbs to her, and herbs are her life. She doesn’t like wasting time if she has work she could be doing, and she struggles when she isn’t busy. Though she’s very attentive, she can tend to attempt to juggle too much at once, bouncing from one task to another in “multi-tasking” as she calls it, she tends to do this when stressed out. Though she’s devoted to the code, she doesn’t see the harm in bending the rules a bit if she doesn’t believe it to be harming any cat.

## Detailed Appearance

she is a beautiful, albeit quite small and short molly with a cream and white base-coat and a rounded motif. She has neat, even ears atop her head with chubby, soft cheeks, the tips of her ears are rounded to give her a very soft appearance, her fur is silky and soft similar to the feeling of down-feathers. She has a beautifully detailed coat, based on siamese tortoiseshell-points, she has a diluted pattern of patched shades on her pelt in brindled patterns along her fore-paws, face, tail, and hind-legs. She’s easy to decipher from her clanmates via her almost chimera-like pattern, half of her face is a deep, dark-grey while the other half is broken up by cream false-tabby calico patches that help soften the overall look of her features. She has a tiny, round muzzle and a small, narrow nose with distinctive points, it’s black with a lighter ring of rose-shaded pink in the center where it grows coolest. Her bridge isn’t exactly pronounced, and she has thin, soft fur tracing the length of her body and pelt, with a thick plumy tail with medium-length fur that draws outwardly from it like a falling feather, she has tufts along the length of her hind-legs with lengthened fur that helps keep her warm when seated upon the frigid stone of the tunnels and the inside of her den during winter. She has small, white-toed paws with no claws in any of her paws after being declawed by the farmers that captured her during her apprentice-ship. She has intensely detailed and depth-ful pretty, deep-blue eyes like shades of the sea and the sky mixed within, with round-shaped pupils and a softness to her gaze due to the rounded corners, giving her a youthful appearance overall. She has a spewing pattern of white, black, and blue-tinged whiskers sprouting from her rounded muzzle pads, with a small chin that is faintly visible against the black patched side of the one half of her face and muzzle. Her pelt is without scars, though her paws often do still ache from the surgery that took her claws away from her so many moons ago, when unsheathed, there’s an obvious section missing from each portion of her toes on all four of her paws. she has long, thick black eyelashes and a very dainty, lithe, and thin body with an overall short-length pelt aside from medium-length tufts along her haunches and wrists.

#### Scars Recieved

Below is a list of every chronological major injury/scar Wishwanderer has recieved;

* Missing the front bone of each toe on every one of her paws after being declawed by two-legs.

## Kin

Mother: Pastelskies

Father: Mugwortsear

Brothers: Lostpaw, Somberpaw

Daughters: Pastelkit, Bluebellkit

Sons: Dynastykit

Aunt: Pansybreeze

Uncles: Peonymane, Daisymist, Chivepond

Cousin: Halfdusk

Distant Relatives: daffodilflourish, daisykit, dandeliondrop, meadowmoth, silkstar, chickadeepaw, jackdawpaw, Blackice, crowlament, ravenstar, squidspin.

## Backstory

[backstory includes mentions of depressive episodes, domestic abuse and violence, trauma-induced miscarriage resulting in the death of unborn kittens, and many other topics that may be uncomfortable to some! Please read with caution!]

she was born to pastelskies and mugwortsear, a mostly unknown tom to Wishkit  and her littermates at the time due to his general disinterest in the small family he'd happened to make for himself. though pastelskies was one of the most sweet, nurturing and loving cats that she has ever had the pleasure of meeting- she's determined to live up to her legacy, and become just like her one day, if she hasn't already succeeded in doing so. when she was only a small kit, she started to see visions and hear voices luring her out of the nursery, guiding her paws along a path of starlight and renewed overgrowth and into the medicine den, where she'd later be found and scolded by the clan's nurse at the time, Twilightplume. pastelskies seemed to immediately understand her daughter's connection, and was insistent on her becoming Twilightplume's apprentice, but the tom had little interest of the sort, instead side-lining her strange gift and casting her aside as if she meant nothing, but pastelskies refused to take no for an answer. the pair of them spent time learning herbs together, and even trying to talk through some of the signs she's been seeing from her Starclan ancestors, this is when she eventually learned about the existence of her ancient kin, Silkstar, a great and powerful leader and the cat that saved their clan so many moons ago. Wishkit was thrilled to be related to such an important cat, and, insistent that one day she too  would be important, she began to do everything she could to support her clan, even though that meant being refused the rank of medicine cat and instead being forced to become a Tracker. Her apprenticeship was short-lived, but anything but sweet. When she was only a ‘paw she’d been out on patrol when her littermates, who were much more rebellious in nature in comparison to her, leapt out and into wager cattywampus unknowingly, and before she or their mentors could save them, the pair plummeted far below, where they would never reemerge. She was distraught and horrified, but felt a general sense of ease when the pair of them appeared to her, though this time, their pelts were transparent and held traces of stars much like the other spirits that had been guiding her. They padded alongside her on the way home, and even stayed to watch their own vigils. Knowing they’d always be beside her and learning that death never was a true end, she was able to ease herself into the concept and accept the deaths earlier than expected.

Her life training as an apprentice was incredibly difficult for her, however. since Starclan haunted her pawsteps, she was often tracing theirs to clusters of herbs when she figured they'd help her with hunting, and even on one dreadful occasion, they led her, and her mother towards a disastrous situation. a path of starlight led her off the beaten trail and had pastelskies racing after her, calling her name as she stumbled into an unfamiliar territory, albeit close by and similar to the moors, the scents here were strange and different, and large shadows swallowed up most of the land as large creatures began to trot towards her at a rapid pace. pastelskies, who had been helping the apprentice with her exercises for the day, gave up her life to the beasts when she shoved her out of the way of a thundering of hooves, leaving her trampled and dead within only a few heart-beats of time spent holding her breath. distraught and horrified, the apprentice began to let out wails of terror, begging any cat to come and save her mom. she picked up pastelskies body, believing her to be hurt, and though she tried her best to escape the strange territory, she hadn't known she had alerted the two-leg's kits, who raced up to meet her, and by extension her deceased mother, scruffing the pair before returning them to their two-leg den. horrified and scared, she'd fought viciously in her attempts to escape, but even when she was dropped, she needed to know what they were planning on doing with her mother's body- she couldn't just leave her to them! Forced to stay with the kits, they were dragged and caged together until a larger adult two-leg came to inspect the pair, before taking pastelskies out, where she could do nothing but watch from the window as they buried her loosely in their garden while a whole pack of dogs seemingly watched. realizing she was now \*trapped\* trapped, she slowly lost what hope she had of ever seeing her clanmates again, lest some cat were to come to her rescue.

the two-leg kits were as kind as they could be to her, but they also seemed to find joy in scaring her, poking her through the small cage and often forgetting to feed her. the larger two-leg especially seemed to dislike her, and by the time that she was a few months older and large enough to defend herself from him, he decided to take her in for a strange, and heartless two-leg surgery where the front part of her paws was cut off permanently, she had large bandages forced on her paws, and no pain relief given, she'd been forced to withstand each fiber of pain the operation brought upon her and learn to live with the discomfort of missing part of her body. She was horrified when she eventually chewed off the bandages to reveal that she'd been declawed by these wretched two-legs, she'd never be able to be a warrior now, even if she did escape. She began to lose all hope from then on, sinking into a deep depressive episode as the days began to merge together, eventually she was expecting herself to just pass away if she refused to eat long enough, and overtime, the two-legs seemed to take pity on her. Just in time too, as one day after she'd been released from the small cage she'd spent so many moons in, a familiar tom had shown up, promising to release her and bring her back home where she belonged.

though the task proved to be difficult, she realized her distant father, mugwortsear, had never lost track of her and always had been planning to have her back- he'd just needed the right opportunity to free her. though he figured pastelskies may have also made it alongside her, he took her death considerably well and briefly mourned her as the pair took off back towards the clan. Though Wishpaw was fearful, mugwortsear was able to ease her back into the concept of rejoining the clan, despite how terrified she was that she’d already have been forgotten, as well as declined from the former rank she’d been struggling so much within. Mugwortsear soothed her back into the concept, promising that valleystar had never forgotten her and would understand her grief, especially with her new disability. Though she was unsure and generally horrified, this was proven true when valleystar welcomed her back with open paws, and was even willing to promote her then and there. Though she told her about the thing the two-legs had done to her, stealing her claws, valleystar had faith that she would learn to live despite it, and so, she was named a full tracker at 17 moons, and she’d spend 3 moons in the rank, where she then proceeded to lose her father, mugwortsear to greencough, as well as meeting a tom who was nothing but trouble- the two fell deeply in love. She’d always wanted kits, and though she was afraid she’d never be able to have any especially when trapped with the two-legs that had kidnapped her, she was proven false when she fell pregnant only a moon after rejoining the clan of sunlit prairies, and she was nothing but ecstatic. She immediately stepped down from tracker and rushed herself into the nursery in preparation for her kits, though unfortunately, she’d never have the chance to meet them. After revealing to her mate that she was pregnant, the tom turned on her abruptly and attacked her, claiming the lives of the unborn kits before they had a chance to survive outside of her body. She was heart-broken and horrified, and after explaining everything in detail to valleystar, the tom was exiled permanently while twilightplume eased her into the reality that she’d need to still deliver the unborn kits once her body was ready to do so. This destroyed her, and she proclaims strongly that the birth of her deceased kits was one of the most difficult things she’s ever had to do in the entirety of her life, even over the pain brought from being declawed. Disheartened and genuinely grieving, she was once more drawn to the life of a medicine cat. She never wanted to experience the pain and loss she had with her kits ever again, and she was genuinely very thankful for all the help and support both the mental and physical medicine cats gave her during this wretched time. Unable to continue working as a tracker, she begged valleystar to let her train as a mental medicine cat apprentice, citing just how important she felt the role was after being cared for so well during her greatest time of need by them. Valleystar accepted, though she assumed it was mostly out of pity for her, and finally, she was appointed as Twilightplume and by extension Otterpond’s apprentice. She grew close to her cousin, Halfdusk only briefly while in training, though she seemed to form an even stronger bond with one of her youngest patients, a molly that would later become Velourmoth. They formed a sister-like bond during her time spent being treated for her burn injuries, where she was able to convince the molly to open her heart to her about her past, one that felt all too familiar to the molly. The two were able to recognize kinship among one another then, and from that point on, she worked as a guardian to her somewhat, always keeping an eye out for her and the first to spring to her paws when Velourmoth returned from patrols, always sure to inquire about her feelings and mood, and often praising the molly for her accomplishments when others failed to, she sees Velourmoth almost like the kits she was never given the chance to raise. By extension Petalpaw falls under this category for her, she was around and the medicine cat on top of everything that happened with the young kit, from the moment Twilightplume was murdered and her mother was suspected for the crime. Wiishwanderer didn’t exactly suspect any cat of the crime, as with many other cats, his mentorship had been cruel, and she’d been expecting it for some time, she had a feeling no cat dodged fate for long with how unnatural and awful he was being, though she had been horrified when she learned he was dead. She spotted him briefly, though in spirit along the territory on occasion, but the tom never bothered to meet her eye, and she preferred to ignore him as well in return. Petalkit’s father was about as dreadful as Twilightplume had been, his abuse and neglect was evident from across the clan. Consulted by Dawnspark after the molly had also grown concern, she had advised that Valleystar exile the tom for mistreatment of a kit, and so, it happened. Petalkit had been left in the dark purposefully by Wishwanderer- she suspected it wouldn’t help knowing why he had gone if she believed she could blame herself for it, like she had done with her mother’s passing. She saw herself in Petalkit, and was incredibly careful when the molly had begun to see her for the trauma she’d been experiencing. She listened with a heavy heart, and did everything she could for her, advising her and spending long periods of time curled around the molly and comforting her. When she grew into a Sentinel apprentice and met a tom named Talonpaw, Wishwanderer was there to comfort her when the tom had abandoned her and even scarred her permanently, like her own mate had done. Though she hated the tom and wished for nothing but Starclan to claim him, she stayed strong for Petalpaw, she needed her now. She continues watching from the sidelines as Petalpaw grows, and often longs for visits from the young molly, if for nothing more than to check up on how she’s doing, what she’s been up to, and especially, how Dawnstar has been treating her. Dawnstar and Wishwanderer had never been close, especially not into her leadership, where Wishwanderer was forced time and time again into her work through counseling cats following the coyote attack that claimed one of Valleystar’s lives, and again the badger attack. As Silkstar continues to randomly appear to her and disrupt her concentration, she’s begun to wonder if perhaps she’s here for Dawnstar, or if something else entirely is drawing the ancient leader from Starclan’s ranks.

## Trivia

* she was the runt of her litter, and never grew to be much larger than the average height of a 7 month old apprentice, making her considerably smaller than most of her clan and denmates.
* She was declawed upon scratching one of her two-leg captors, and never seemed to be able to heal from the traumatizing incident, she often forgets she’s even lost her claws, only being reminded when pain strikes her at the attempt to unsheathe them. She’s missing an entire section of bone on each toe on all of her paws because of the surgery.
* She was not spayed when brought in for surgery by the two-legs, but her body is somewhat incapable of carrying kits after suffering the miscarriage enforced by her former mate, making her only somewhat fertile. She does want kits and never stopped grieving the loss of her first litter, but she instead thinks of her clan as her kits in the absence of her own full-blooded litter.
* Her pelt is often stained various colors from the paintings she likes to make in her spare-time, and she’s often covered in herb and flower litter from decorating and sorting herbs for her denmates.
* She has a beloved staff that she’d found as an apprentice, which is just a large stick that she curls her body around whilst inside her nest. She’s very territorial when it comes to her “staff,” but she’s more than willing to chat about it’s significance if prompted. She likes to use it for ceremonies and to help her harvest berries and herbs that may be out of reach for her.
* She’s overtly sexist and uncomfortable towards toms and has a lot of trouble befriending them out of an instilled personal bias and fear of them. Her sexuality is guided by this.
* She's irrationally lucky to some degree, having nearly died or been severely wounded on numerous occasions but slipping past harm gracefully each and every time, as though Starclan does not inherently wish harm to come to her directly, at least not for now.

## Links

Theme Song/Voice Claim

* Playlist: Spotify
* Voice Claim: Ella from Total Drama Pahkitew Island 8/10 accuracy, little higher pitched and quite quick/energetic

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