#ambernose

Description — Ambernose is a elder she-cat of Brookclan. After spending a significant portion of her warriorhood in The Scarred Kin, she's softened up and resides in the elder's den with her sister as she watches her daughters and grandchildren grow.

~ ~ ~ Basic information ~ ~ ~

Gender: Female (She/Her)

Age: 138 moons

Sexuality: Straight

Breed: Domestic shorthair cat

Affiliation: The Scarred Kin (Formerly) / Brookclan (Currently)

Role: Elder

Status: Alive

Disability: Hard of hearing

~ ~ ~ Names ~ ~ ~

Kithood: Amberkit

Apprentice: Amberpaw

Warrior: Ambernose

Elder: Ambernose

~ ~ ~ Apprenticeship ~ ~ ~

Mentor: Lilypadspots

~ ~ ~ Extra ~ ~ ~

Her hearing has faded as she got older.

Galestar meowed, catching the russet medicine cat leaving from the two in one den of the medicine den and nursery. Moments earlier she had lead Fogkit back into the safety of her den so he could rest. He still seemed rather tired, and as she could imagine it was a rather… tiring change. She yawned at the thought, and would kill for a nap right now as well.

“... Yes, Galestar?... What is it? Has something happened with Buzzardkit again?” She tilted her head to the side a bit and looked around for the little kit. He wasn’t in the nursery, so she assumed he was out somewhere playing with his older siblings or father.

“Did you say something Fogkit?” Ambernose mewed giving her son a confused look with a tint of concern.

“Huh?… Oh, no mom. I just thought I heard something…. Must have been a mouse or something.” His gaze was flicked past her as if he wasn’t noticing that she was right in front of him, which made Ambernose frown slightly.

“… You know, Fogkit, you’re … taking this a lot …. Easier then I thought you would.”

“What?… Just because i’m blind now doesn’t mean I can’t still relax.” Ambernose brushed past him and touched his shoulder with her fluffy tail. Clearly that wasn’t the only thing concerning her.

“… I’m just … worry about you Fogkit. You may be old enough to become an apprentice.. But I don’t know if you can become a….”

   “Things would not be the same if we had not left back then. No way as I going to stay around there for to long. Those blabbering idiots can live there for all I care, it’s not like they cared about us anyway.” The grey and white cat huffed under her breath as she caught sight of a chipmunk scurrying about the wet fallen leaves. This was something Ambernose needed, right? A rodent of sorts? A chipmunk was a rodent, was it not? Either way.. It escaped from her paws before she was able to get close enough.

   “Ugh. Galestar’s not going to be happy with me about that… neither is Ambernose.”

    “Sagepaw,” Ambernose murmured upon reaching the foothold of BrookClan’s territory. The two young apprentices that Galestar had given to her to escort to the outer territories had run home ahead of her, they had been out for a large portion of the night and were clearly excited to get into their nice warm nests.

    “Yeah, Ambernose?” Sagepaw mewed quietly, watching Alderpaw run off towards the apprentice’s den before her. She glanced over her shoulder then turned towards the red somali a questioning look crossing her maw.

    “Thank you for coming out here with me. It means a lot.”

    “Of course Ambernose! It’s not a problem at all! Besides, I know you don’t have an apprentice yet yerself, so I can understan’ completely if ya need help sometines!” The younger cat watched the other smile upon her reply.

    “You have no idea how much it means to me. I’ll have to thank Galestar later for allowing me to borrow you… and Alderpaw, jee, she ran off quick didn’t she?” Sagepaw chuckled.

    “She’s just tired, don’t worry about her, i’ll let her know in the mornin’ that you appreciated her company! Is that all? I’m pretty tuckered too.”

    “… Er, Sagepaw– You know, no, thank you, you’re free to go.” The bengal  tilted her head a bit upon Ambernose’s first response, but maybe she was just tired too.

    “Oh, okay, see ya tomorrow Amber!” With that the young apprentice was on her way into camp, Ambernose trailed after her at a slower pace. She was tired, and more than usual. Typically a night out looking for herbs energized her, but for some reason… lately, it hasn’t been doing all that. And the fact that–

    “Nah… I’m just tired is all.” She whispered, trailing into the camp’s protective bushes.

Overbearing winds brought chilly Leaf-fall air into the small pond valley. The ever present coldness would send shivers down any given cat who was forced to scavenge for prey. Although, this Leaf-fall has been quite lucky for BrookClan, plenty of well fed prey were running about preparing and stocking up for the colder season to come.

Ambernose sat before one of the frost touched ponds, flicking her tail over her paws anxiously. The recent weather had been unpromising as plants froze over and unfrozed almost daily. It had been hard to collect anything useful with all the wilting and freezing plants, especially with the oh-so-friendly rain clouds that had caused many rain and thunderstorms to overcast the land. There had been several times when thunder crashed overhead that had sent the entire clan into panic..

Was StarClan angry with them? This thought had crossed the young medicine cat’s mind several times, and yet she had yet to receive any word from any ancestors in the sky. And that was just it, ever since they arrived, they being herself and the other founding members of BrookClan, there had not been a single sign of StarClan anywhere. Perhaps they were in a territory where they could not reach her clan? Or like mentioned before, perhaps they were angry with BrookClan.

Are they angry … with me? The russet she-cat teetered on her paws as she looked out over the pond towards some of her clanmates training with their mentors on the training beach. One in particular stood out to her, Lostvoice, her mate. Generally, medicine cats are not supposed to bare kits, but from the clans that she originated from, she was allowed to bare kits if she so wished. Whilst this may be true, and Galestar seemed to understand her decisions to do such, Ambernose couldn’t help but feel the threads of guilt cross her. She had not been the loyalest of mates, and whilst Lostvoice understood and had forgiven her for her actions, Ambernose has yet to forgive herself for her poor choices. At least, that’s what she thought.

She loved her kits, she loved them with all her heart, but she could feel the disappointment radiating off of Lostvoice every now and then when “their” kits start asking questions such as “why does Fogkit look so much more like Wolfheart then Lostvoice?” She did plan on explaining to them when they were older why that was, but for now they would soon have other duties to focus on.