Goldenflame

Gosh, he's gorgeous. Like.... this is an exceptionally handsome cat. Most of the cats near his age have had a crush on him, or have hated him, or both at some point. It's just, he's a very attractive cat.

## Personality Traits

Brave, outgoing, kind and gentle. He could boast about a lot of things, but he's rather modest in the end. Some cats think he's an arrogant jerk who's full of himself, but he's really not. He's just a cat that some find to be obnoxious because, well.... He's just a bit \*more\* than most other cats: A little stronger, a little faster, a little smarter, a little bigger... and he manages to look good while doing most things. He really is a kind cat, though, and many do enjoy his company.

#### Likes

Swimming! Fishing! climbing! Sharing tongues with other cats, and lazy conversations with his closest friends. Hatchnettle! He loves running patrols, and exploring and... He really loves being out in the greater territory, instead of being stuck at camp.

#### Dislikes

Honestly, he's really not fond of Poppyhollow. She's very... toothy at the best of times, and he always feels like she's picking apart everything he's doing. Cats who are too aggressive in expressing that they think he's attractive. He tries to keep everyone rather strictly platonic--After all, if you're not with anyone, no one can get angry at you for it. Also, cats who sneer at clan cats for being "kittypets"-- it's a nasty word used to hurt other cats. If you call one of your clanmates "kittypet," he'll never forget it.

## Skills

#### Strengths

He's really good at a lot of things... Over all, he's strong and smart and this helps him with a lot of things that he's good at. It's not that he's BETTER than other cats, he's just... very good with a lot of things. He does love fishing though.

#### Weaknesses

This is his secret. He's terrified of failing. For every massive hare he brings home, there are several half-grown bunnies he's killed and deposited along the path up for 'someone' to bring into camp. Every morning finds him leaving camp early to groom his fur, to do the close range patrol, and to carefully pick his words for everything he might do that day. He has a dozen different ways he invites cats onto a patrol, carefully practiced and selected based on who he's greeting and what mood they seem to be in. He has plans for what to say if they accept, or if they refuse. He avoids situations where he might be caught off guard and not know what to say. He keenly watches every cat to try and learn how they express themselves, so he can tell if somecat is feeling annoyed and should be avoided, or sad and needs a pick me up. He thrives when he knows what's coming. He's terrified when he's forced to improvise. His kindness is true, make no mistake. He's just afraid that he'll be rejected if he fails to be everything he thinks he should be.

## Relationships

#### Parents

Sunshine and Armani loved him very much... but he barely remembers them. He thinks of Miststreak and Slatestep as his parents.

#### Siblings

He's quite close to his family. They know him better than any others. Phoenix shares a bond with him like no other, but while he's become outgoing, his brother has grown quieter.

#### Enemies

None, really. There are many who dislike him for being an overachiever, for being attractive, or for being a kittypet, but while he's watchful... he doesn't think anyone is really an enemy. Except maybe Ebonyswipe.

## Short Backstory

#### Arrival in MoorClan's territory

One winter, a pair of kittypets felt the wild calling to them through the window. It wasn't until spring that they acted on it, the pair darting out of the soft comfortable warmth of their twoleg home, away from their owners, away from the other members of their house-clan, and into the wild. Each carried a single kitten.

They were free. They wandered under the golden spring sun, and basked in the abundance of the world. The grass seethed with movement, and the two wild cats found that the prey nearly leaped into their paws. The kittens wobbled around on quivery legs, marveling at the whirling excitement of the world. Everything was wonderful.

The world was so much larger than their twoleg's house, than the back garden they had gazed wantingly out at. There were small patches of short prickly grass, expanses of tall lazy grass that waved in the air like a curious cat tail. There were places where trees grew, and places where the bushes were so thick that even a kitten couldn't wiggle through. They found long black stone paths where monsters rumbled by sometimes, and terrifying jungles of twoleg nests, wound tight with monster paths, traveling so thickly that it seemed impossible to get through.

So they didn't. They turned around and headed away from the burning scents of the twolegs colony. Away, leaving the twolegs far behind. After all, while they had some delicious morsels and the soft touches were lovely... it was nothing compared to the sun and the sky and freedom. After a time, they came to a place where the world spilled out in front of them. A river splitting a grand expanse open, a distant forest. They didn't realize it, but they had found the territory of the three clans.

They didn't really intend to settle down anywhere: after all, there was a whole world to explore.... but they'd never seen so many trees in one place, and something about it called to them. So, they decided to head that way. By now, the kittens were comfortable on their paws and bounded along beside their parents--most of the time, at least. Together they traveled, over the smooth hills towards the forest.

But then, disaster struck.

A snake whipped out, and struck Armani in the shoulder. Sunshine killed the serpent in the next few moments, and Armani put on a brave face despite the pain searing up his leg. After all, they had no idea what a snake could do to them. And even if they had.... what could they do? They pressed on, and Armani's wounds got worse. They stopped to rest for a bit, and Sunshine started to become more and more anxious. Then-- she spotted some other cats traveling across the slopes. Desperate, she abandoned kittens and mate to run and plead for help.

To make a sad story short... she got her help... but it was too late. Armani died. Sunshine and her kittens were taken back with the cats, offered a place to stay, at least for now.

Everything felt unreal to her. Her mate... her best friend... was dead. And she was here, with two confused and worried kittens, surrounded by strange cats living in a way entirely unlike anything she'd ever dreamed. A moon before, she'd been curled up cozily in a soft basket, with soft twoleg fingers stroking between her ears, warm, clean, with her family--the family she and Armani had abandoned for the wild--around her. She felt lost.

Her kittens were there, mewling and asking for comfort, suckling, yet she felt nothing.
She ate the fresh mouse they gave her and felt nothing.
She sat in the warm sun with the wind in her whiskers, with another cat beside her, grooming her neglected fur... and she felt nothing.

She knew she should. But she didn't. Just a distant sadness, and a feeling like a snake worming through her belly. An ache that had no solution.

and one night... she walked out. To stretch her legs, she said. and didn't come back.

The Moorclan warriors followed her trail as far as they could: but in the end... they never found her.

There wasn't too much debate over what to do with the kits, they weren't going to throw them out, after all. When they asked, Miststreak couldn't imagine not volunteering to take care of the kits, and before long... "Helios" was renamed "Goldenkit" and "Phoenix" was renamed to [MYSTERIOUS REDACTED].

Goldenkit found it a bit harder to adjust. He couldn't understand WHY both of his parents had left. HE couldn't understand how his father oculd be 'dead' like the mice they ate. His father wasn't a mouse! and why did his mom leave? ..wasn't.. wasn't he a good kitten?

Despite all comfort and reassurance, the thought stuck with him through the time that passed. He threw himself into being the best kit he could be, the best apprentice he could be, then the best warrior he could be. He didn't want anyone to ever have a reason to abandon him, or his brother, again.

## Recent History

After failing to stop Splashtuft from killing Leafnettle during Splashtuft's Rage, he gave chase, tracking him to the river. After losing the trail, he and the warriors with him scoured the shore long into the night. Coming up empty-pawed, he went to DuneClan territory, to deliver news to beware the newly exiled warrior. Message delivered to Snakefur and Cinnamongaze, the trio of warriors went to Rootclan's territory, where they met with Featherbreeze, Emberhawk, and Owlface.

 Warrior NPCs (and apprentices)