Clan: HemlockClan
Mother: Duskstone
Father: Grayleaf
Sisters: Vixenfern, Tawnystalk, Grasspool
Born beside six other sisters, Waxpetal, Vixenfern, Tawnystalk, and Grasspool were the only ones to live during a harsh leafbare. The Clan saw them as walking miracles. They were highly praised and spoiled by the entire Clan. Waxpetal didn’t know how to respond to all this love, and after he came out as a tom, the Clan seemed to coddle him even more. His sisters were happy being the most respected cats in the Clan, especially as apprentices, but Waxpetal wasn’t sure he deserved it. This was all odd for HemlockClan, as they were mostly strict with kits and apprentices. But, still, these were the medicine cat’s kits. It was a bad omen when a medicine cat’s kits died.
He’d often leave camp to get away from his suffocating Clanmates. He’d just try to listen to the earth and breathe without anyone bothering him. He loved the forest and the small amount of meadows in HemlockClan territory. Eventually, a small hollow became his safe place and cats avoided him when he was there, seeming to take the hint.
When their strange Seer, Owlseer, began keeping her eyes on Waxpetal, he didn’t pay much attention to her. She was his cousin, but, of course, they weren’t close. Seers were never close to their family and friends. But, she seemed to want to become closer to him. She often asked him to walk with her, and they’d just sit together, looking up into the night sky. She’d ask he what he heard, and he’d perk his ears and listen carefully. He’d listen closely and hear whispering among the wind rustling leaves and grass. When he said what he heard, her eyes would light up.
Every time his aunt comes near him now, he’d feel unnerved. He kept near his sisters and hope she didn’t ask him to follow her out of camp. He hated the attention of his Clanmates, but he hated her attention more. He’d see her wide eyes staring at her, feel it even, and he’d shiver violently. What did she want from him?
