It was a quiet day. Well, night rather. A quiet night. A nice night. A night of reflecting was in store, yes. But for whom? Emberdrift, the self-proclaimed coyote slayer of WindClan. But that wasn't the only name he went by, was it? Droplet, when he was a loner. Espresso, when he was a kittypet. Embs, to his friends and... former mate. Anyways, Emberdrift walked out of the warriors den and heading for the exit of camp without missing a beat, not paying attention to whatever nonsense was going on in the camp around him. This. This was not a night for him to worry about others. No, this. This night, this /one/ night, was all about him. He headed for a dune overlooking the sea, one of his favorite places to... reflect on everything. And oh boy, there was a lot for him to reflect on. He was 100 moons old now. Stars, he didn't /feel/ 100. If anything he only felt... 50, maybe 55. How was he still so healthy and active at such an age, keeping his mobility and strength? Well, he didn't really truly know; he just knew that he exercised everyday and ate fairly healthily, as healthy as a clan cat could really. But despite his health, he was 100 moons old. /100/. Stars, would he join his family soon? He... didn't know, to be honest. But no, he didn't have time to dwell on that. There was a lot to think about tonight. Next on the list... his life. Just... a brief summary of events to be told. He was /born/ first, yes. To his parents, Midnightbreeze and Dandelioncrown, with his littermates. Blackberrykit, Fenkit and Koikit. Only he and Fenkit made it past the first 17 moons of their lives, to apprenticeship and warriorship. But no, he wasn't there yet. He met his older littermates soon after he had opened his eyes. Badgeroak and Wanderbreeze. And then... his mom died. He didn't believe it at first. Then he blamed it on Badgeroak, for he was there when she died. He blamed it on Badgeroak for not protecting her. Of course, he knew now it was no one's fault, but as a kit he strongly believed it. His sisters died not too long after that. His apprenticeship was short and sweet. Only 4 moons. His dad died of a sickness he had for a long time. It was bound to happen. He was slowly wasting away.... But no, he met Poppypaw, his half sister, his best friend in the whole world besides Fenpaw. And then, before he knew it, he was 21. And he was a warrior. Emberdrift. Fenpaw was Fenwhistle, and Poppypaw was Poppytwist. He missed them. But no, that same day, he was made a mentor to his very first apprentice. He would have many more apprentices over the moons, but his first one, Corollapaw, later Corollahaze, was important to him. Your first apprentice always held a certain place in your heart though, didn't it? Not too soon after he had finished training Corollahaze, he found some kits, abandoned and alone, their parents d3ad. So he took them in as his own. Berrykit, Rosekit, Twilightkit and Fishkit, he named them. Berrykit after his sister, Blackberrykit. Rosekit for new beginnings and hope. Twilightkit after his mom, Midnightbreeze. And Fishkit after his sister, Koikit. They were a happy little family. And then /it/ happened. Swan came into camp with her group of loners and k1lled Redstar for good, taking the rest of his lives with ease, the old cat unable to fight back against so many cats. And then Thrashercloud spoke up and got thrown into the medicine den, locked away with heavy boulders. And then he spoke up, tried to rally cats and he payed for it. He spoke up and Belladona scratched him deeply across his face, marring it. He unconsciously traced his scar from the incident. No one else fought against her rule, no one else dared to. Then Thrashercloud escaped and Swan was carried off by a hawk. Order was restored in the clan as Creambranch took power, becoming Creamstar, naming Fenwhistle as her deputy. Nothing of note happened for a while. Cats grew up. Cats died. Then the ceremony happened. Emberdrift's kits' ceremony. He attacked Ghost. He didn't know why now. /Oh/. The voices. They told him to. He /had/ to get the ghost cats away. /He/ had to get away after that... /slip up/. He ran and hid in the warrior's den like a coward. Then the rats came. They chased the clan cats out of their homes, into the gathering place. They stayed there for a while until the rats left. He never saw his home after that. As they were headed back to the clans, he fell back to the back of the pack of cats. And he ran away. He became a loner. He named himself Droplet. Then he got sick. And he went back /home/. He wasn't allowed home though. He was /exiled/, exiled by his own /brother/. And then the twolegs came and stole him away. They healed him and released him when they had to leave their old home, the jericho and acid rain forcing them away, onto boats. During his time on the boats, he learned French. And Fenwhistle and Poppytwist died, on the same day he later learned. He held memorials for them now, on the day that
they died. It was heartbreaking, but it was for them. To remember them. When they reached shore and made the new clans, Creamstar appointed Ghost of all cats as her new deputy. Not too long after that the clan rebelled against Creamstar for allowing Diamondcrown, a cat that was part of Swan's group, into the clan. Creamstar was exiled from her clan and drowned, losing the rest of her lives. Ghost was now the leader, and she appointed Shoalcry as the deputy. But things had /changed/ between Emberdrift and Ghost. They were friends now. Not much happened after that. Except. Emberdrift left one day to go hunt coyotes, fed up with how many cats where dy1ng to them. He returned later beat up and almost d3ad, and fell into a coma for a moon or so after coming home and being escorted to the medicine den. When he woke up, he realized he was in love and confessed his love to Ghost. They became mates and were happy. They later had a litter. That litter grew up without a mom, since soon after they were born Ghost disappeared. She was taken by kittypets. She later returned, saying she wanted to be a daylight warrior: being a leader at night and a kittypet by day. This made Emberdrift and Ghost's relationship... tense. They later broke up. Emberdrift was /devastated/. He still was, actually. But he was slowly healing, slowly accepting the fact that they weren't mates anymore. He was done now. Done thinking. It was time to move forwards from the past and pay attention to the present. Man, 100 moons. He wondered how many more moons he had in front of him as he headed back towards camp, the sun just beginning to peek over the horizon.
