Amaranth [ Loner ]

[Amaranth]

Name: Amaranth
Age: 63 moons (5 years and 3 moons)
Gender: Female
Desired Position: Loner
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Appearance:

Amaranth’s mother named her what she did for a good reason: the dark red tabby’s fur resembles the color of the flower. Her beautiful bright blue eyes stand out even more than they would on any other cat because of the dark hue around them. Vivid orange stripes play and intertwine across the deep oranges and crimsons that all mix together to form one pelt; somewhat dull-colored, but lovely all the same. Her long whiskers are quite noticeable against her wirehaired coat, considering they’re pure white apart from black marks at the base of each one. Her long legs give her the ability to run swiftly, and her strong paws allow her to handle almost any type of terrain. Amaranth’s whole body is lean and lithe, but sturdy. Under her pelt are powerful muscles, formed from many seasons of hunting, traveling, and getting into occasional scraps. From some of those fights are two small scars: one on her shoulder and another on her flank. Her long tail tells a lot about her emotions; she normally holds it high in the air, but it’ll droop low to the ground when she’s angry, fidget nonstop when she’s nervous or scared, and ultimately show what she’s feeling whether she wants it to or not.

Personality:

Amaranth is a confident, outgoing, and friendly feline. While she doesn’t support Clan ways or believe in the existence of StarClan, she respects the opinions of others and feels it is not her place to claim that their beliefs aren’t true. Though she can muster up a game with a falling leaf and often makes amusing remarks in conversation, Amaranth is an intelligent and level-headed cat. Brains over brawns, she says. No need to spill blood or bash others when your mind could’ve already been forming much better ideas. It seems as though this she-cat has no flaws; she’s kind, smart, and respectful. But whoever assumes that she is perfect is extremely wrong. Despite her bubbly nature with no traces of hesitance in anything she says or does, Amaranth occasionally becomes anxious and paranoid. At times like these she’ll nervously wonder if this or that was done right, or if she’s wrong on subjects such as StarClan. Half of her brain will point out that she shouldn’t judge opinions and actions as major as beliefs of afterlife based on small occurrences, but she somehow can’t help it. However—and luckily—most of the time Amaranth is normal and content. She can make do with almost any situation; being resourceful is a great attribute that she’s glad comes easily to her.

Amaranth tends to be an optimist, but isn’t so blind that she’d deny or ignore things when trouble arises. Instead, she’s quick to take action on it, and instantly begins to plan ways to end it or at least be safe. Most cats who know her long enough to see many of these traits admire her. And though she feels satisfaction with herself when she knows of this, she admires the cat right back for being respectful. She becomes overjoyed at the sight of young cats with those types of values, cats that will likely become admirable in life.

History:

When Amaranth was born, the sun was shining into a mossy den in the hollow of a tree. She was kitted along with two brothers and one sister. Their loving mother laid with them in the den for many days, leaving only to hunt nearby. When their eyes finally opened, she let them wobble outside. And what met their new vision was wondrous: tall trees, gleaming sunshine, various plants and flowers. After that day, exploring was their favorite activity; they ventured out of the den nearly every day. But when the kits started to get older, they began to wonder about their father. Amaranth was the first to ask their mother about him. She was surprised by the question, but told her daughter the truth. “He left,” she’d said simply. “When I told him we were going to have kits...he must not have been looking forward to it.” She’d struggled a weak smile. “Because when I woke up the next morning, he wasn’t there. I’m very sorry that you’ll never be able to know him.” But Amaranth had understood, in a way. She knew it wasn’t her mother’s fault, and that, for whatever reason, her father had felt he had no other choice but to run away from something he didn’t want to happen. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t want her now, right? If she ever met him, wouldn’t he want to know her? Of course he would. And her mother didn’t hate him, did she? She couldn’t hate the father of her kits! But she’d pushed away all her worrisome thoughts and left to tell her siblings.

Amaranth had tried to forget about what her mother had told her. She’d chosen on her own to find out, but then she’d wished that she’d never even asked. She had always thought her father had died valiantly, or that he and her mother weren’t supposed to be together—anything other than something so selfish as not wanting his own offspring! Her brothers and sister had accepted it, but it stayed in her head for so long that she made a life-changing decision: to leave. She couldn’t be around her family anymore without thinking of her father, who made her feel ashamed. It was her fault that her mother had gone through so much misery without her mate. If it wasn’t for her mere existence, they would’ve been happy together. Because of her and her littermates, he was gone.

Slipping away late at night made her shamefully feel like the tom himself, but she had no other choice. Or at least, that was how it seemed. And as frightened as she was, Amaranth did fine on her own. She had already developed hunting skills, and her clever mind usually protected her from danger or tight situations. She was now considered a loner—and she was happy. At times, she missed her old life, and felt guilty for what she’d put her family through. But her thoughts were cleared of her father; she felt free and full of energy again without it weighing her down. She was at peace.

Sample post:

The sun was setting. Amaranth had been hunting from dawn to dusk—literally—and had now buried four mice and two birds in earthy soil to keep them fresh. She was currently sleeping in a small clearing roofed by gnarled, intertwining tree branches. She rather liked the secluded peace, but at times she would long for the company of others, and she knew that she would eventually have to travel elsewhere. The Clans had always fascinated her; she hoped to one day make it to the forest, or the lake, or whatever she’d been told in the stories. She knew of their harsh behavior towards loners, but perhaps she could convince them not to harm her or drive her out. It would be exciting if she could even stay a day or two with one of the allegiances to find out how Clan cats lived. The beliefs, traditions, and general points of view of others had always interested her. Amaranth was a very knowledgeable cat, but was always striving to learn more. However, for now, she was content with where she was.

As she settled herself down onto the grass, cool now that dusk had fallen, the dark orange she-cat stared upwards to the sky. Sunset had rapidly faded away into light blue. The first stars of night were beginning to appear here and there, and a chill had fallen upon the forest in which Amaranth was in. As always when she was alone and without anything to do, and especially when she was staring curiously up at the stars, she wondered about the afterlife—or if there even was one. When a cat passed on, could it really be possible for their soul to travel to the realm of StarClan, completely detached from their flesh-and-blood body? And in that case, how could they possibly live on? If it wasn’t true, then what would happen? The thought of having no feeling, no hearing, no sight, no knowledge—just not being there; having no connection to the world whatsoever—seemed impossible. Well, unfortunately, there’s only one real way to discover the truth, she thought to herself, almost in amusement.

Amaranth shifted on the ground, shoving away the somewhat troubling topic. It was like she had several different opinions on one matter, but couldn’t you only have one? As is life, she continued in her head, grinning. You can never truly know...

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