Backstory;

Many might see a beautiful she cat with her head in the clouds, but Lemonspotted is more than a wandering she cat. In fact, she was born to a loner in a barn (unknown to her) and a father who once was apart of Windclan. Her parents--who used to be in love--fell out once her father repeatedly asked her mother to join Windclan with him to raise their kits. Evidently, she refused. So, he was forced to steal them one night. Lemonspotted was the third kit born of four, and the only surviving one (that she knew of, not that she knew any of her siblings at all). Her father struck her mother, leaving her for dead before he took the young kit in his maw to hurry her back to the clan. Her other three siblings supposedly died under the warmth of their mother's fur. Lemonspotted was only a few days old, eyes sealed, and ears shut, deaf to the world. As she grew older, she was nursed and cared for by an abnormal queen. A queen who spoke in riddles, and constantly told her crazy sayings that eventually clung to the young kit. Lemonkit adored the weird queen that no one else liked. Not even her father. She often wondered how come her dad never ''loved'' her mother. And, Lemonkit appreciated the queen's natural guidance and view on the world. This was the first stage of her mental disorder, as many others would see it. As she became older, and was assigned an mentor, the she cat would often run away from her lessons and adore the world around her. Of course, her father came to get her to bring her back. He would give her a lecture every time she went out. Though this never ceased her adventures. She loved venturing around, observing the world around her. Anything that could get her attention and keep it. As her absence became noted within Windclan, many started to leave her alone, knowing there was nothing they could do to stop her. Eventually, Lemonpaw never would come back to Windclan...which was her greatest regret. As she loved the world around her, her father made his appearance. He was quite tired of chasing around the she cat, so he started verbally abusing her, telling her that she was worthless, and that he should had left her for dead. Lemonpaw could see the pain in his eyes that he couldn't save her other siblings, and that she was only a burden to him. So, the she cat tried to change for her father. She stayed in camp for a while, going to her lessons, and perfecting everything with a stable mentality. It was as if she were a robot, being controlled and forced to against her will. However, she only did this to please her dad, and once he was pleased, she ventured out once more, hoping to get away from clan life. But, every time her father would find her, and force her to come home. As she grew older, now becoming a newly named warrior; Lemonspotted. A pretty one, that she was, and catching many of the young warrior's eyes as she walked past. One warrior--who had been new, but was a warrior a few more moons than she was, caught her eye. Though not in a very likable manner. She hated him, was annoyed with him, and constantly fought with him. Never had she thought that one cat would be her mate later on in life, Ratheart. Even after becoming a warrior, Lemonspotted would leave the camp, venturing farther than she needed to. She often crossed thunderpaths, and almost been hit by ton. She found landscapes that made the sky gorgeous different colored hues. It was all that she wanted, being raised by that queen that told her, Follow the world as a kit, not knowing what it meant back then, but now completely understanding it. And, eventually it became the downfall of her. Once her father found her once more, fed up with her leaving the clan, the older tom cat began physically abusing her, which came to rape. After the dreadful night with her father, the she cat lost her will. Her mental state, and began wandering aimlessly, not telling any cat her reason of grief. As she found out that she would be having kits, she hid her scent from the rest of the clan, slipping away and staying out for the months until she had given birth.  Her first litter consisted of three kits, which she had given birth by a running river. Out of her mind, and mental stability, she drowned the three kits after four days of their kitting. She then made it back to her clan, all emotions and expressions unreadable on her face. She wouldn't smile, or even look at others. This was the start of everyone believing there was something wrong with her. At all costs, she avoided her father, and when she was assigned to do a patrol with him, the she cat struck him, nipping him on his ear, and slitting his throat. She buried his body far out in the forest, and when asked where the older tom disappeared to, she didn't answer. During the next few moons, she managed to get close to one tom; Ratheart. Still hating him, but relating to him. The two became great friends, and slowly, but surely, the she cat began trusting again. Therefore, with trust became love, and within other moons the two eventually laid together. Once again she found out that she was pregnant, but she decided to keep this kit because the father did not force himself upon her. Though she always wandered around, acting helplessly; hopelessly. There would be many days before she found herself back at windclan. By this time Ratheart had a mate, and she knew this because of the thunderclan scent trailing him. The she cat remained jealous that he was imprinting on another she cat. Once she gave birth--in windclan's nursery den, she bore one son that she named Cavekit, while his father was out and about meddling with some other she cat. Lemonspotted herself usually did not stay in the den. She stayed with her kit long enough to nurse him, then she left. Her burdens were heavy, and she continued to roam around. A distant voice entered her head, telling her about the pretty skies and the line of the horizon where she should go. Lemonspotted didn't know this voice, and knew that she shouldn't trust it, but she followed it anyway to get away from her life back in windclan. Once she traveled back to windclan to see her kit, she noticed that he's grown quite a lot, and doesn't fully remember her as his mother, so she stayed to spend time with him, and hoping to develop a relationship with him--which did not go according to plan. Cavekit soon grew into a dimwitted apprentice, lacking smarts and ability, to a warrior who was--most likely more delusional than she was. Soon, Ratheart entered into her life, appeared as an old friend, and even tried effort to get along with Cavestorm himself. Lemonspotted knew her relationship with Ratheart would never be the same as she continued to watch him go to the border. But one night, he did come back, carrying two small scraps of fur in his mouth. After a serious conversation with him, she learns that the kits are from thunderclan, and he forced her to find a foster mother for them since her milk stopped as Cavestorm grew older. Clearly, Lemonspotted was still fuming at him, so she didn't help him. She watched him struggle to find a queen for the kits, and she did not care. As her mind was always elsewhere, she allowed Ratheart to sweet talk her, and once again, she carried kits with him. Thus, he decided to bond with her, and keep her as his mate. Lemonspotted acted more monotonish, accepted her fate as being tied down forever. After she had her newest litter; Curlykit and Snowkit, her patterns repeated. She would stay long enough to nurse them, and leave them off to the other queens. Then, she would venture off, bringing along her mate to run after her. Lemonspotted never reacted to him, only having a conversation in her head. Whenever she walked around, everyone else was a blank of nothingness. Though Ratheart always managed to bring her back after a couple moons--in those moons her kits had grown, and she found love with them, but remained distant with them. Now, as her kits were apprenticed, and were as daft-like as their father, Lemonspotted swore off having kits because she couldn't be free, and as she was wandering around again, Ratheart caught up to her, sweet talked her, and she couldn't resist him. Thus, her fourth litter would be born. As she, once again, given birth in Windclan's nursery--the other queens used to seeing her and not liking her at all. Lemonspotted gave birth to Sorrelkit and Lynxkit, and tried her hardest to love on them as she couldn't her other kits. It didn't last long, and as she left once more, the other queens were fed up and refused to look after her latest litter. Therefore, her step-daughter, Breezepaw took over the job of watching the smallest two. Her mind worsened, but she managed to keep a loving smile and a friendly face upon her maw to trick others, letting them know she was okay. However, the she cat was not. She carried a high distrust in her mate, and she didn't confide in him about her earlier problems or the situation with her father. She never appreciated her kits because she didn't know them. She usually would sit...looking out into the horizon, and vowed to one day get there; or die trying.
*more will be added as her life updates*