Laurel

Laurel. What else am I supposed to say? She's dead now. She was formerly a loner living somewhere near OrchidClan territory, although she moved around a lot.

Name- Laurel

Gender- She-cat

Clan- None

Rank- Loner (at death)

Family- Larkspur (mate), Monarchflame, Aloe, and Agave (daughters), Viceroytuft, Morpho, Admiral, and Acacia (sons), Coneflower (mother), Frostbite (father), Tussock (brother), Marigold (sister)

Friends- Midgefur (sort of)

Enemies- Jayhawk, Weepingstar, Milkweedstar, Mudflame, Minkstar, Crowfang, Jaggedwatcher, Chivethistle, and anyone who wasn't Larkspur.

Appearance
Laurel was a small, thin cat. She was a pale brown tabby, but her chest, underbelly, and left forepaw were white. There was also a splotch of white over her right eye. Her eyes were dark green, and her left ear was torn.

Personality
She was fierce and stubborn, vicious and unafraid to lash out. She was also very determined and passionate, and once she made up her mind on something, she was highly unlikely to change it. Laurel was aggressive and strong for her size as well.

Kithood / Early Life
Laurel was born to two loners: a she-cat named Coneflower and a tom named Frostbite. She had two siblings: a sister, Marigold, and a brother, Tussock. The first three moons of their lives seemed fairly uneventful save for the fact that their parents were rather strict.

Then, one day, it was revealed that Frostbite was cheating on Coneflower. He came back to the den with his new mate one day and kicked her out, along with their three kits. Coneflower led them away in a rage, never bothering to fully explain to the kits what had transpired. Laurel seemed to be fairly close with her littermates, although that was most likely something Coneflower discouraged. She was pretty mean to Laurel, Marigold, and Tussock.

When the three of them were five moons old, they were kicked out of their new home as well. Coneflower clawed Laurel’s face when she tried to protest, which was pretty rude. Laurel ran off in angry tears, and never found out what had become of her mother and siblings.

Adult Life
Laurel lived as a loner for a while, providing for herself and never staying in one place for too long. She actually quite enjoyed being on her own, so that was nice. Then, when she was, like... probably fifteen moons old or so, she ran into another loner who was around her age: a young tom named Larkspur. They at first got into a fight, but Laurel was soon overpowered. She was impressed by Larkspur's skilsl, for in spite of Laurel's size, she knew herself to be quite good at fighting. They started talking and ended up getting along. They actually became mates eventually, although they only met up with each other on occasion - every few moons or so. This was to avoid getting fed up with or sick of each other, and it was most likely proposed by Laurel to avoid falling out and splitting up the way her own parents had. Anyways, she cruised around for a while, eventually finding herself at the edge of FallClan land. She tried to steal some prey from a massive Maine Coone named Jayhawk while there. Jayhawk didn’t like that. Jayhawk picked her up and tried to drown her in the nearby lake. She was saved by a young Weepingbrook, Ebonydawn, and Milkweedcall, though. While they all took turns getting beaten up by Jayhawk, Laurel skedaddled. Stonks.

So she kept meeting up with Larkspur every couple of moons or so, and eventually she got pregnant. Yay! Their first litter was stillborn, though. Less yay. Laurel was pretty devastated, and decided to try again. Her second litter was healthy. Yay again! It consisted of one she-kit, Monarch, and three toms: Admiral, Morpho, and Viceroy. For the most part, though, Laurel was cold toward them, having been hardened by the death of her first litter, and allowed them to get into vicious fights without intervening. Even though she was fiercely protective of her kits, she did not seem to truly love them in the real sense of the word. She was determined to harden them as well. She thought of Viceroy as weak and of Morpho as a bully, and never payed much mind to Monarch or Admiral. Just like her mother had done to her, she kicked them out at five moons old, condemning them to live on their own from then on.

Apparently, though, that wasn't enough for Laurel. She wanted to have more babies. So she started scouting around, looking for a good place to settle and have her third litter. She trespassed into HorizonClan territory on one of these occasions, and was awkwardly confronted by HorizonClan’s mediator, Midgefur. He tried to make her leave, but he did a bad job of it, and instead ended up just uncomfortably following her around while she strolled through his territory. She talked to him about “natural selection” and about how if her kits died, it was because of nature and because they’d been weak. She somehow managed to almost become sort-of friends with him before his brother Mudflame showed up and threatened her off the territory.

She also managed to get across MarshClan’s border once, running into none other than Viceroypaw, who had been allowed into the Clan. He was with another apprentice at the time, Chivepaw. Laurel criticized him for being cowardly enough to run right to the Clan cats. Chivepaw was angered by this and started yelling at her. While they were arguing, Viceroypaw ran back to MarshClan’s camp and came back with reinforcements- Jaggedwatcher, Crowfang, and Minkstar herself. A bunch of yelling and fighting ensued. Laurel ended up tearing Crowfang’s throat open before Minkstar and Jaggedwatcher fought her off. Crowfang didn’t die, but it was pretty intense.

Anyways, she got pregnant for the third time and found an empty field near OrchidClan’s outer border to give birth. Unfortunately, though, something went wrong and she died while kitting. Two of her kits, Agave and Acacia, died with her. The only survivor was Aloe, who was taken in and named by two slightly older loner kits, Parsley and Tern. But that’s a different story. Also, the end.

Trivia

 * She named her second litter entirely after different types of butterflies.
 * She mentioned to Midgefur that if her third litter had four kits, she’d name them after types of owls- Screech, Barred, Boreal, and Saw-whet.
 * Laurel often talked about how she wanted to watch the Clans “burn”. She for some reason hated Clan cats and anything having to do with them. She wanted to destroy the Clans.
 * If she'd lived, her creator said that she likely would have gathered a group of rogues and aggressive loners in an attempt to take down the Clans.

Quotes
She had quite a few good ones.