Hootheart

Hootheart is currently a warrior of HorizonClan.

Name- Hootheart

Gender- Tom

Clan- HorizonClan

Rank- Warrior

Family- Wrensong (mother), Thornstep (father), Junepaw (adopted sister), Grasspaw and Robinpaw (brothers), Briarpaw (sister), Moonmist (aunt), Mistykit, Palekit, and Sageblossom (cousins), Sandslip (grandmother), Shadefeather (grandfather).. he's crushing on Lilacfern

Friends- Uh, like... none...

Enemies-None.

## Appearance & Personality

#### Appearance

Hootheart is a small, short-furred russety-brown tabby with flecks of orange and a few white markings. His eyes are green, and his pelt is almost always a mess.

## Backstory

#### Kithood

Hootkit was born in HorizonClan to Wrensong and Thornstep. He was the only kit in his litter, and the first ThornWren kit to be born. His parents planned to have, like, eighty bajillion different litters. Hootkit was the very first. So... congratulations, Hootkit!!

He didn't do much during his early kithood, really. He romped around and bugged the apprentices in hopes of learning battle moves and stuff. He had a massive crush on Lilackit, who was two moons older than him, and would always want to play around with her, but kept shying out at the last moment and never really approached. I mean, nice try, dude, but cowardice ain't gonna get you a girl.

But when he was three moons old, tHiNgS hApPeNeD. Junekit was found alone in HorizonClan's territory. She was the same age as Hootkit, so Wrensong and Thornstep agreed to take her in. Hootkit and Junekit clicked right away and got along fantastically. Hootkit was very, very excited to have company and someone his own age to have fun with. Junekit was much more reserved than he was, but he didn't mind that. He was just happy to have her. He loved his new sister a whole lot and would drag her around with him everywhere he went.

When he was about four and a half moons old, though, the plague started. Cats were dying left and right. Luckily, HorizonClan was the least affected, only losing two cats - Thawsun and Slipmallow - to the first wave. The whole ordeal was pretty jarring for Hootkit, as he'd had his heart set on becoming an apprentice and training with cats from other Clans and seeing the borders, but unfortunately for him, the borders were all temporarily sealed off and gatherings became limited to authority figures only. Hootkit was very disappointed in that, but he maintained the hope that he would enjoy himself, and still had as much fun as he could with Junekit and his parents.

#### Apprenticeship

Hootpaw was apprenticed to Mudflame. He was excited to have received such a respected and experienced warrior as his mentor, and looked forward to training alongside Junepaw and her mentor, Cougarspring, even if he couldn't do most of the things he'd been hoping for. He was also looking forward to flirting some more with Lilacpaw. He tried that. He failed. He wasn't very good at flirting. He pretty much just looked like an idiot every time he tried to be smooth, and he eventually gave it up after about a moon, although he still thought she was pretty.

Hootpaw trained with Mudflame like a normal apprentice. He was overjoyed to learn that Wrensong was pregnant again, and for the next three moons, he and Junepaw spent most of their time together bringing her prey and replacing her moss in the nursery out of sheer anticipation. Once his three younger siblings were born - Grasskit, Robinkit, and Briarkit - he was thrilled. He enjoyed nothing more than showing them hunting and fighting moves, knowing how much he'd loved learning from apprentices as a kit. Secretly, Grasskit was his favorite of the litter - he felt like the two of them just had the most in common with each other. They’d mess around together a lot and make fun of their other siblings. It was great.

On one occasion, he encountered the three kits along with their friend and denmate Littlekit outside of camp. He was at first sort of startled to see them, as they easily could've gotten injured or lost, but they admitted right away that they'd only snuck out to collect some flowers to bring to Littlekit's mother, Morningcloud. Hootpaw found the whole thing amusing and took them back to camp after promising not to tell Wrensong. It was fun.

Not everything went smoothly, though. At ten moons old, Hootpaw developed the plague himself. He was terrified. He didn't want to die. He had so much left to do. What about Junepaw? She probably felt out of place with her lack of blood relation, and he believed it was his job to be there for her and make sure she knew she was welcome with his family. It was actually a pretty severe case, but luckily, it let up within the moon. Hootpaw was very relieved about that, and also very happy about it. He decided that it meant he was destined to do something cool, otherwise StarClan wouldn't have let him live. He very much enjoyed telling that to random cats solely to annoy them.

For the next moon, he mostly chilled... but then, quite suddenly, *Junepaw* developed the plague. Oof. It was even worse than Hootpaw's case had been. She died within only a few days. He was absolutely devastated. So were his parents. They had only been half a moon away from receiving their warrior names. He stopped boasting about his luck real quick, and suddenly talking about StarClan’s will became painful. He’d just lost his best friend. F.

#### Warrior Life

Hootheart earned his warrior name and couldn't even be too happy about it. He still tried to be around for his younger siblings, but he was just really sad. He also sort of gave up completely on Lilacfern, deciding that he’d never stood a chance.

Shortly after his warrior ceremony, he was approached by an older warrior named Conchsong. Conchsong had survived his own brush with the plague, which he’d gotten as an apprentice, and was feeling sort of guilty, thinking that he might have passed it to him and to Junepaw since they’d been in the same den at the time. He apologized to Hootheart. Hootheart didn’t blame Conchsong, though, and told him as much. Conchsong only thanked him and walked off, leaving Hootheart alone to dwell again on his grief and wonder who or what *was* to blame. Hootheart settled on blaming StarClan. *They’d* been the ones to take her, after all.

Grasspaw, Robinpaw, and Briarpaw became apprentices a few moons later. That was nice, he supposed. He did his best to act happy for them. Briarpaw started training as a medicine cat, which Hootheart supported, hoping she’d be able to prevent more unnecessary deaths like Junepaw’s. Hootheart was given something of an idea by that, though... and he started asking his sister some questions that she’d know as a medicine cat apprentice. He asked her where the Moon Falls were. She was unable to visit them since the Clans were still in lockdown, but she told him their location — and he took it to heart.

That night, he crept out of camp to see the Moon Falls himself and to confront StarClan on why they’d killed Junepaw. He got there a bit before sunrise, and when he touched his nose to the waters, he was only greeted by the spirit of Sandslip — his dad’s mother whom he’d never gotten to meet, but had heard stories of. She’d apparently began neglecting her kits after the death of her mate and had never gotten the opportunity to make amends with them before dying. Sandslip talked to him about how death had never been fair and it never would be, but he couldn’t let it turn him away from the rest of his family. It was difficult for him to accept, but he finally came to terms with it.

He got back to camp at close to sunhigh. When asked where he’d been, he just claimed to have been hunting despite not having any prey with him. He went straight to his parents and younger siblings to spend some time with them. With Junepaw gone, he knew he had to connect more with the rest of his family — and by StarClan, he was going to do it. He was still upset and he was still hurting. But he refused to lose faith.

Within the next moon, Wrensong got pregnant again. For the third time. Hootheart forced himself to feel enthusiastic. Truthfully, he *was* eager to get more younger siblings. And he was glad to teach Grasspaw, Briarpaw, and Robinpaw how to be good big siblings, too. He and Grasspaw also agreed to have a competition to see who could be a better older brother to the incoming kits. It was cute. He was gradually starting to get less depressed thanks to not pushing everyone away anymore.

When Hootheart started picking up on Robinpaw’s feelings for Dovepaw and Briarpaw’s feelings for Littlepaw, it reminded him of his own feelings for Lilacfern. He’d already decided not to give up on his hopes, hadn’t he? So why give up on her? Over the following few moons, Lilacfern’s brother and mother had both been killed by the plague. Hootheart understood the pain of losing family members. He wanted to be able to reach out and help. So he promised himself to start taking steps and going after what he wanted.

Currently, Hootheart is just vibing and once more attempting to make moves on Lilacfern.

## Other

#### Trivia

* He was originally created by me, Starling. Except I was dumb and forgot that (at the time) I wasn't allowed to own a kit if I owned both parents, so I had to give him away. But then the person who took him left the roleplay, so I got him back. Stonks.
* He has one of the best names ever and I love him. Except I keep accidentally reading it as a “th” sound and it’s throwing me off.
* As a kit, he wanted Aspenstar to be his mentor. Aspenstar was not his mentor. Aspenstar will never mentor anyone ever again because he's still scarred for life by the Irispaw incident.

#### Quotes

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*"I want my mentor to be the best!"*

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*"Yum!"*