Backstory;

Chrysanthemumkit was born in the second litter of her mother and father. As a kit, she always knew she had an abnormal name. Always hard to pronounce, or just weird enough that made the other kits stay away from her. As a kit, she was extremely close to her sister, Cloverkit, and occasionally her older brother, from the first litter, Puffpaw. Chrysanthemumkit was a shy she-kit. Quiet. Obedient. Which made her the excellent target for her mother. Though she knew her mother loved her, it was in a way that Chrysanthemumkit did not understand. She was never good enough, she was never skilled enough, and she always got the lectures from her mother. On the other hand, her father hardly spoke to her. He was there. She was there. He just made no effort to spend time with her, so Chrysanthemumkit was happy to be in the comfort of her brother and sister, who she knew she could always depend on no matter what. But, as she grew older, and became an apprentice, she was given a mentor that helped shaped her mind as her mother did. This mentor played on her emotions. He was kindhearted, but beneath that exterior was a snake, looking to devour her. Her mentor saw something in her that her parents did not see. Therefore, he trained her to be the best. Yet, she always had to owe him something in return. Chrysanthemumpaw was considered a very secretive cat, assuming to be hiding dangerous secrets. When truly, she was simply shy and never had many friends. Though her mentor was sick and harsh, and no one ever saw behind that glued fake mask. During nights alone, the she cat feared for her life. She knew that her mentor held romantic feelings for her that Chrysanthemumpaw did not reciprocate. She desperately wanted to get away from him, or for someone to save her, but each night...he would come, whisk her away, and coerced her in things she was too exhausted to do. Usually, the night was the best time to complete these unwanted activities. Such as battle training, or forced cuddling, nuzzling, purring--something she came to despised. Anything to do with looks, or romantic interactions makes Chrysanthemumshade recoils as it always bring her back to the unpleasant memories. With that, she was hanging on with everything her mother told her. Every harsh reality that her mother exposed her to, until it hooked onto her mind, making her vulnerable. Until it made her see that she would never truly be good enough unless she impressed every cat she came across. It was like her mother breathed new life into her, and that Chrysanthemumshade stopped caring because no one cared enough of what she been through. So, the she cat grew quiet, tired, and skillful. She trained her thoughts to think along the line of another cat to feed upon their interests just to get some praise. But as this was going on, the Second Evil Era happened. Starvation took over, fires happened, and many cats died, including her parents. Though her mentor was always around, watching her with the brightest yellow eyes she saw. Observing her every move, and waited until her warrior ceremony to make her his mate. He forced her to take the ‘shade’ as she was always a sneaky feline in his eyes. He knew that he didn’t know much about her, and that was how Chrysanthemumshade preferred it. As well, she only told him what he wanted to hear; how she had become. Chrysanthemumshade perfected telling others what they wanted to hear. It kept them from knowing how truly she was inside, and she continued to live this way because...it was the life she became accustomed to. As for her mentor? How did she get out that predicament? Chrysanthemumshade believed Starclan was on her side, as she grew lucky. The tom that wanted her got a taste of his own medicine one day as he coerced her into going for a walk with him. A walk that changed her life. Just travelling through the territory, talking; more so, him asking questions, and she would numbly respond with expressions. What he wanted to hear, Chrysanthemumshade gave him the answer, but as he was announcing his ‘’undying love’’ for the she cat, Chrysanthemumshade felt him advancing towards her. The next thing that happened? She pushed him onto a thunderpath, and she turned to run away. But, she did hear the smack of the monster taking his life. It was a deep secret that Chrysanthemumshade never spoke about, and perhaps never will. The aftermath of those events, the she cat continued to live a normal life. With the lost of her parents, and not very long; her mentor, Chrysanthemumshade fell into the life that she desperately wanted to climb out of. She wanted others to accept her for her, but with the voice of her mother ringing within her, it was hard to maintain. There is a lot of deep secrets that Chrysanthemumshade has, and refuses to share aloud. Though the she cat goes on living her normal life, acting as if nothing is ever wrong. She became a great pretender, and even though she knows how to impress others, she can’t help, but sometimes show a little bit of herself. Right at the moment, Chrysanthemumshade is living a normal warrior life within Shadowclan, though she might have met a tom that would change the course of her life...forever.
*More will be updated as her life continues*