“Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless.” - Mother Teresa

FlowerPond • female • 44 moons • wave runner • note • #0657

Art drawn by me.

Designed by Neah. Lines by Canis2954.

Content for tab 3.


Mother: Amellia
Father: Rae'mo
Siblings: Bindi, Riri
Kits: MallowKit, ReefKit, DaisyKit


Friends: PoppyShine, CedarFrost, SageDapple, BerryThorn, StormHeart
Enemies: none
Apprentice: BrookShade, PoppyShine
Mentor: none


Identity: Demiromatic.
Crush: None
Mate: MackerelReef

An introduction

Probably what I posted in cat-share.


Lilac-cream caliby with pale green eyes. Her build and fur shape is similar to a Turkish Angora, with a thick mane and feathering of her tail. Didn't loose all of the weight after her kits.

How they walk, any accent, weight class, scars and resting facial expression.


Maternal is the first word which springs to mind when cats speak of FlowerPond- She is gentle, caring and an ever present figure in the lives of all those who meet her. She's a rock, unmoving in times of stress and always dependable, she's a shoulder to cry on and a listening ear. Despite her strengths she's often seen as unapproachable, a royal visage- it can take many moons for cats to feel comfortable around her. In shorter words, she is intimidating not because of the fear she instils but the respect her actions have earnt her. 
Once people get to know her they also learn that she is witty, with a sarcastic streak that runs a mile wild hidden deep under layers of moral codes and formalities. She's wilful, and sound of mind, always planning and making visions for what she thinks the future could be. She looks forward, always thinking over how life could be better, how things could change.
She has an alternate point of view that others don't often see and that can often estrange her further. Yet she is still a good listener, with a strong heart, and a moral code that almost makes up for the fact that she is worlds away. [208/200]


Hobbies: planning, micromanaging, she ships people in her mind
Leisure: anytime spent with kits is good time.
Scent: mangolia
Theme-SongWho Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story
Favourites: spring [season], fish [prey], windy [weather]. 


Flower started her life blurring the lines between being a kitty-pet and being a street cat. She owned her freedom but built up a rapport with the humans in her area, even as young kit she knew where and when to be to get the best wet food, the best prey, the best company.

She had been sitting perched pretty on fence when she had spotted two grey cats talking on the pavement below. Curious as to the new faces she leapt down to start a conversation, to see where these new faces would fit into her schedule, if they would fit at all. A few casual flirts from Mackerel and Flower found herself head over heels for the tom who didn't even realise he had stolen her heart. She left most of her plans a few short weeks later to join the two in gallivanting around the world and would later bare witness to the prophecy that would later found BeachClan.

As they searched for the land where BeachClan would be founded, the place that pulled MackerelReef every time he closed his eyes, FlowerPond became pregnant and was faced with a decision.

She could either have her kits or have her mates dream, reluctantly and with great sorrow she left her newborn kits in the capable hands of SlateClan. [220/200]

Act 1
History from moon 19 to MackerelReef's death

Act 2
Everything from FlowerReef's corronation to her death

Plans for this cats furture, including


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