this character is very pretty ok I will now backstoryify it *ahem* Name: tbd maybe Icicledrift, or bouldershadow, or driftpetal? Pronouns: he/him Traits: grumpy, efficient, snappy, and kind at heart Backstory time: (I'll just call em drift for now) Drift lived as a rogue for some time, before coming to the Clans after he was injured on the Thunderpath. The Clan that had taken him in, RiverClan, reminded him of his old life living with his family by a shallow stream. The trickle and ripple of the waters, so close by, comforted him deeply and he came to like living with a group again. He trained as an apprentice alongside his fellow trainee Floatpaw, and eventually they became close, fighting and enjoying meals together. Although Driftpaw was snappy and not all as cheerful as Floatpaw was, the two stuck together like a stone caught in the reeds. As time flew past, they grew to be warriors together, Floatsong and Driftice/Drifthop/Driftpetal. After the warrior ceremony, Floatsong and Drift became mates. Not too long after their new names had been donned, the couple set off to find Drift's supposed relatives, whom the gray tom had wandered from when he was only a small kit. They explored Twolegplace, talking to kittypets and loners, only to find no evidence of Drift's family. Deciding to head home to RiverClan, Drift was sad but knew they couldn't go on any longer. He had to face the truth: His family was gone. Now, a warrior of RiverClan, Drift leads a happy life, however the pain gnawing at his heart never lifted. He would never truly be free until he found his family, even if he just got the small amount of information that they died a peaceful death. "I won't give up. I won't ever give up on finding them." he mewed in the quiet of the night, settled on a rock overlooking the river. "I won't." "They're still out there. They have to be." he whispered. "And what if they're not?" a new voice broke in, sounding like the crashing waves against the starlit shore of the sun-drown-place. "Drift, even the stars know they're not out there. I'm sorry." sighed an elegant silver tom, stars dappling his pelt and his paws leaving a trail of crushed starshine behind him. Drift startled, surprised that a StarClan cat dared speak to him, a former loner. Then he slumped. "I know." Drift blinked wistfully, "I know." end.
me for writing :D (No, I did NOT use AI, thank you very much >:| @bob_guy_12 for the car(cat) (possibly going to add art later)
