Roisin |♀| Leader

Roisin was born late autumn alongside three siblings to a happy couple. Supposedly, they'd tried multiple times to have a litter, and she was lucky enough to be a part of it. Her life started out normal, like every kit in Soror. Her parents raised her, the veterans coming in sometimes to check on them and make sure everything was right. Her brothers and sister all played with her, and while she was the smallest out of all of them at the time, she was the leader of the group. She was always making the decisions in the group, leading them into play-fights with other litters or following after the leader on her own. The tom almost always allowed her to help him, and he would explain the things he was doing and why. His lessons propelled her into early training as a predator, and she believed she got the best mentor there was to get. His name was Rusty, and she hadn't been his first greenhorn. He'd taken one look at her and told her she was on the road to something fantastic, and that was enough alone to get her going every day. 

She practically breezed through her training as a predator, surpassing the others her age and even older. Before Roisin knew it, she was being ranked up and sent out on double the patrols she used to be sent on. Their leader must have seen something in her, because he was always going to her for patrol reports several months after she first joined them. Other than that, her life continued on to be pretty normal. Nothing ever out of the ordinary and a plethora of competitions with her young peers. She worked well with the patrols she was sent with, the other hunters always breaking into conversation with her. They all became good friends, and it was an easy relationship to uphold for her. Rusty was always checking in with her, and they'd go out on their own during their free time to chat and catch up. Despite his older age, he was always challenging her to different things and teaching her things even if she wasn't a greenhorn anymore. In his opinion, she still had much to learn. 

Never did she pay attention to the attention and pedestal she found some people placing her on, but it only really sunk in that she wasn't a follower like many of the other cats when the accident happened. On a rare occasion, she was out on a patrol with her siblings hunting, the ones who were predators at least. This included everyone except for Daman. If she was honest, they weren't really paying as much attention to their surroundings as they should have. She was laughing along next to Colleen, who was climbing alongside her. Their brother, Covy, had been several feet above them when it happened. Suddenly, a large shadow hovered past the sisters, and Roisin stopped immediately and tried to turn and look around for the source. That's when it happened. The flapping of large, powerful wings, a giant brown blur swooping down towards her brother and talons encasing him. Her brother's shrieks were all that filled her ears as the eagle ripped him away from the cliff-side and released him. He fell to his death, the sickening crack of his bones haunting her memory forever. When the sisters had finally climbed back down to the rocky ground, they carried his body back to the colony. Roisin refused any communication for the next week, even refusing patrols when she was requested. Everyone took it as grief, and it was. But it was also rage. Their system was flawed, and she needed to fix it. Finally, during a meeting with the leader, the second, and the third, she barged into the den with a look of anger and determination. She never disrespected the higher ranks, not once, but she did question them. 

The idea she brought to them was something they pondered. One guardian must go with every hunting patrol. Of course, she'd forgotten the new election for the new leader was upcoming, and people began to talk. Suddenly, she began to pay attention to the spotlight that had been put on her since almost day one. The day of the election finally arrived, and she was sat at the back of the crowd. When her name was called, she rose slowly and came forward. She was expecting someone else, someone who didn't question their rules. The leader simply smiled at her, and that was that. He passed his leadership unto her. Apparently he'd wished for it to be her since she was a greenhorn. It baffled her, but she accepted it nonetheless and appointed Rusty, her old mentor, to be her second. Then, she chose n/a to be her third. The first new rule she put into place was the same rule she'd brought to the leader those few days ago. Of course, it won't be the last rule or tradition she changes. She set a date for a festival of tournaments to be held, one that would be held in autumn in their very own Stomping Grounds. It would be a day for all the colonies to share, because for once, she wanted them to have allies instead of isolation.