Name Meaning=

Cicada . her orange and black coloration is like that of a cicada
hiss . for the power of her voice and need to be heard

Past Names| Cicadakit --> Cicadapaw
Nicknames| She despises nicknames for herself . call her Cici to get yourself killed

Sex| Female

|Birth|

    A day so hot the very rocks of StoneClan seemed to be baking in the sun was the day Cicadakit first breathed air. Her mother was a frail tortoiseshell by the name of Softsong- her voice a gentle whisper and her disposition equally so. But she had a sickly body and could not survive the kitting, only able to birth two kits, Cicadakit and her sister, Specklepaw. The last kit, a tom christened Turtlepaw, was stillborn, half born as Softsong drifted to StarClan.
    The orphaned kits had no father to speak of and so the task of caring for the kits fell to the wet nurses of the Nursery and a single surviving family member, Softsong's sister and the new kit's aunt, Silentclaw. This black tortoiseshell she-cat was the opposite of her sister, with a cold disposition and a cutting glare. However she turned out to be an extremely protective adoptive mother, caring and watching over both kits until they were of age.

    Cicadakit was as lively as a child as she is now, a playful soul she was friendly with other kits. Specklepaw was a lot more soft spoken and was often bullied because of this- Cicadakit was fiercely protective of her and chased off anyone who looked at her the wrong way. Soon they were isolated from the other children who feared Cicadakit's unpredictability. She of course boasted of this dangerous reputation and was proud to be alone with her sister. Silentclaw was disapproving of this but was growing elderly, unable to keep strict command over the rebellious kit.

|Apprenticeship|

    By the time Silentclaw moved to the Elder's Den, Cicadapaw and Specklepaw were set on their path to warriorhood. Cicadapaw was ecstatic about her new privileges and did everything she could to appease her new mentor, Missingfang, so that she could play in the territory, yowling loudly as she lept from stone to stone. She was a proud cat and was especially fond of her mentor, thinking him brave and experienced, the perfect match for her adventure seeking lifestyle. Specklepaw however showed a different affirmity- instead of running about she prefered watching and learning and could be found in the medicine cat den at odd hours. However, Cicadapaw was disgruntled, annoyed that her sister would rather study herbs than become a warrior with her. Specklepaw suddenly spoke out then against Cicadapaw, her built up anger from always playing second fiddle coming out in that moment- this escalated into a huge fight and just like that, the two wouldn't talk. In time Cicadapaw trained alone with her mentor while Specklepaw was soon to be announced as the medicine cat apprentice.

    The next year, during an especially rainy spring, Cicadapaw was given her final assessment, it was to last the month and if she could prove herself before the end of it she would be ready to move on to warriorhood. Feeling frisky with excitement she challenged her sister to a dare, whoever could receive their full name first would be seen as the 'eldest' sister. It was a childish proposition, but after being rivals for so long she agreed, wanting to push Cicadapaw off her pedestal. 

    For the next month the two trained dramatically, feigning sleep so that they could overcome the other, so strong was their need to validate themselves. It was one day, an especially wet morning, that the two went out together to test their skills, a competition with each other to see if they could pass their assessments. Cicadapaw wrestled with Specklepaw, quickly overpowering her and leaving the freckled she-cat in the dirt. What looked like a harsh battle however quickly turned into something... surprisingly playful. Through the passion and anger there came memories of fighting as kits, the remembrance of what they once felt for each other. With a laugh they fell beside each other, utterly excited. That was when Specklepaw, in her excitement to heal her relationship with her sister, decided to show her her world and share her knowledge of herbs. With that they rushed to the stream near the mouth of the valley, calling to each other as they explored and searched for the rare plants that only grew within the rising waters. All day they played, finding in themselves their love so repressed inside for each other, and once again they were sister- their rivalry replaced with their sisterly bond. 
    Specklepaw bent down to an unassuming little weed, speaking of it's properties to an impressed Cicadapaw. The clouds were dark and the stream was already flowing with such force the pebbles by the shore were rushing by like bullets. The young apprentice smiled at her sister, her eyes closing for just a moment as a ray of sun peeked through the clouds, blinding her. In the next instant Cicadapaw found herself alone. She looked around frantically, unable to find Specklepaw. Following her tracks she found her scent at the river's edge. With a sinking pit in her stomach she rushed along the riverbed- screaming for her sister, but she never got a reply.

    Several searches later with patrols of warriors, Specklepaw was never found, but it was assumed she was swept away by the current, her body becoming one with the earth and the waves. Cicadapaw mourned for moons after, her heart broken and resolve disappaiting with the deep regret she felt for fighting with her sister, for all the wasted years. She was unable to complete her final assignment and it was another few moons until she could complete her path to warriorhood.

|Warrior to Deputy| - Today

    As a warrior Cicadahiss moved on from her sister's death, however it only strengthened her desire to prove who she is and to work extra hard, feeling she must excel not just for herself but also for her sister's spirit. While she may never fully adopt Specklepaw's gentle demeanor, Cicadahiss is her own person and lives life to the fullest, understanding the pure frailty of it all- though of course she is as reckless as ever and constantly had to be reminded by Missingfang and her leader to control herself.

For many moons she worked as a normal warrior, her views always dutiful and her need to succeed her top priority. She was often one of the cats last to sleep and first to rise, feeling that the dreamlands of the night were a waste of time when she could be honing her skills. During this time she grew as a fighter and would practice her aim on birds, often leaping from the rocks of her home fearlessly to attempt to wound them midflight. This led to some bruising much to the medicine cat's dismay and headache. 

Her hardwork must have been recognized by the clan, for when a new deputy was called into question, Oakstar called her name and announced her as the replacement. To be perfectly honest Cicadahiss was the most surprised she'd ever been, her eyes wide in shock for a full minute before she launched into the air, her legs kicking in excitement and glee. Proudly she beckoned over the clan and accepted her new rank, her teal eyes twinkling.

However she had yet to train an apprentice, so as to avoid going against the warrior code Oakstar also gave her one: a pretty she-cat named Meadowpaw. Cicadahiss isn't always the most patient mentor, but simply leading Meadowpaw the best she could gave her new insight on how to help the clan and be more open to others, a skill that could never be avoided as a Deputy.

Today she is a spunky warrior who can be a bit rough around the edges, but her heart is in the right place, only wishing to do the best she can for her clan. She is young and ready for adventure, so do not fear her big talk, join her and live the life you're missing!
 

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