Posts by Ella Ashworth

TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — Alright, time to get the first person off her list done.

Honestly, when Aiden told her to make gifts for those who seemed glum or grumpy her first though was Nero. Though they had only met a couple of times she could tell he wasn't the super sociable type. She remembered when they first met. He had unintentionally scared her when she had been lost in thought. The nervous expression he had afterwards was actually quite entertaining for her. So, this gift was based off of that memory and some of the noticeable character traits he had.

Carrying her woven basket of goodies, the feline had spent a little bit of time searching for the lupurca. Honestly, she was quite excited to hand out her first gift of the season. It was a bit easy to tell from the small twinkle in her usually dull eyes. She had thought out every gift in the goodie basket carefully since he seemed a bit picky. So, she had chosen to give a small bit of red anemones, some jerky from some salmon, and a large bracelet that she figured would fit him. The last item she was a bit nervous about since he didn't seem like the type for trinkets and jewelry. Either way she was going to at least try.

Approaching Nero's home, the flower crowned feline set down her basket before knocking on his door.

// Nero. Hope this is okay!

TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — //I feel like like such a horrible rper compared to you lmao. If this is bad then I am interested to see what a good starter for you is! Excellent start just so you know!

Honestly, the flower crowned feline had been feeling a little more down today. With Christmas coming close she couldn't help but think of her siblings and parents. She knew that thinking of them was a waste of time, but it was really difficult not to. Christmas was a time of joy as well as a time of appreciating friends and family. Sadly, she only had the first now.

Though her family had mistreated her she would have never wished their demise upon them. She would have never wished for her mother's insanity to lead her to killing her siblings and father. She would have never wished for her to be killed by her own daughter. She would have never wished for any of it. Even though they had emotionally and verbally abused her she would have done almost anything to keep them from that fate.

A small frown was present on Ella's face as she headed to her home and garden. It was her sanctuary when she ended up having thoughts like these. Though the garden seemed to be just a hobby to others, it was a way of life to her. Her entire life she had used flora to make people smile and to bring herself a sense of purpose. Though her depression had caused her to lose herself a little, she was slowly getting her old self back. Though she would never be the same from her trauma, she still tried to be better.

The femme stopped for a moment though as she noticed someone in her garden. Honestly, at first she mentally panicked since he didn't seem to be a Blizzardclanner. Her body relaxed a little though as she noticed that he hadn't been followed or attacked by her clanmates. Judging from that it was likely he was an ally that happened to wander onto her garden.

"Hello there," Ella greeted as she looked at the stranger with a small bit of curiosity. She had stopped a good distance from him though just in case. Even allies could cause problems. "Welcome to BlizzardClan. May I ask for your name and business here?" She added though she didn't come off hostile. No, she just seemed tired if anything which wasn't a lie. Her nightmares usually kept her up at night most of the time causing the feline to feel fatigued a lot.

TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — It was a quiet night for BlizzardClan. Most of the members were sleeping in camp enjoying the warmth of their homes. For Ella though that wasn't quite the case.

The flower crowned feline sat at the relatively famous Shimmering Lake, a small frown on her maw. Grief and sorrow filled her green hues as she looked into the water. Honestly, though her mood had been a little better recently, the nightmares still haunted her. It seemed like no matter what she did she couldn't shake them off. They were like the shadows, always following her every movement. With everything that had happened in the past few moons she shouldn't be surprised.

Upon her first return to the clan she had been found a bloody mess. She had been lucky that some of her friends had found her and brought her back to health. Even with this though the memories of what happened before she came home still lingered in her mind. The memories of the torture she endured. The memory of her mother dying in front of her from her poison. It was practically engraved into her mind. During the day she could distract herself and try to keep around people, but at night she was left to remember. To remember her greatest sin.

Things didn't really get better from there. She ended up realizing she had a crush on the previous deputy, Rosemont, shortly after her return. She was forced to watch as he fell for other people without even realizing that she was right there. When she finally began moving on with her ex-boyfriend, Lox, she felt better. Sadly, after a week of dating he left without a trace. Honestly, after that she was beginning to believe that she just wasn't worth loving. After all, her family never loved her either. After that she slowly fell into a hole of depression. She hardly left her cottage, and didn't tend to her garden. She quickly lost who she was in the midst of all the terrible things the world gave her.

Now there she was, thinking on everything. As she looked into the water she took note of how similar she looked to her mother. If she had been larger and appeared colder she would look exactly like her. Though they looked the same they used to be opposites. While her mother was icy and cruel, she was bright and optimistic. Now she wasn't sure how different they were. After all, they both were killers. They both killed their own family.

Tears began to swell in her eyes as all the emotions she tried to hide began crashing onto her. All the misery, all the self-hatred, and everything in-between began flooding into her body. She felt terrible about what she had done. She felt so terrible about it that she wasn't able to tell anyone until she told Rosemont. It had been slowly eating her away inside until she got to this point.

The femme sat there, her entire body shaking, as she began crying her heart out.

TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — There seemed to be a lot of new joiners recently. Most were relatively friendly from what she could tell. It was nice since they brought the energy that she had once brought to the clan when she first joined. It was still a shame that her bright personality had to be dulled from trauma.

The flower crown feline approached the area she immediately caught the scent of strong herbs coming from the bag. A small smile graced her maw as she looked at the stranger. Judging from what he brought she figured he might be a bit of a healer as well. Though she was technically a warrior now she still knew a thing or two about the art of healing.

"Welcome to BlizzardClan, Cole. My name is Ella, and I am also a warrior here," she greeted after dipping her head to the others. Her kind smile remained on her maw despite her relatively dull look. Honestly, it was mainly due to her general depression and lack of sleep. Though her mindset had been slowly improving she still struggled with nightmares. As long as she kept trying though she felt that maybe, just maybe, she might get back to her old self a bit.

Sitting at a distance from everyone, the femme observed everyone quietly. She recognized everyone but the lioness. She was sure she would get her name later though so she didn't bother with it for now. Instead she kept her attention mostly focused on the joiner.

TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — //Bump in case you want to continue~!

TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — So, first of all, I really like the appearance of the character! Wolf/raven hybrids are pretty sweet! Second, I was wondering if you wanted to plot something between them? Ella has her own problems/trauma that I feel like they could maybe help each other through? Maybe? You can look through her tags though to decide what kind of plot you wish to do though c:

TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — On the outskirts of the crowd stood the BlizzardClan feline. During the proposals and exchanged words she kept strangely quiet. She let the others speak up before her so she could arrange her words properly. It was clear though by the flicking of her tail that she had a bit to say on the matter.

"I side with Aleksei's offer. Though your offer seems noble in thought, it really isn't. You are letting dangerous and unlawful members of your clan have the opportunity to cause harm without consequence. What does that teach them?" Ella started with an unusual amount of fury in her green hues. She knew all to well that torture and kidnapping was not something to take lightly. The Veilers had mentally and physically pained her clanmates. Something she wasn't going to let slide.

"And in your absence who will become their leader? After all, upon your personal surrender someone else must be appointed. Who is to say one of those who hurt BlizzardClan personally won't find a way to rise to power and continue the bloodshed? You can't assure us that they will not continue their crimes in your absence," she continued making quite a valid point. What if one of the bloodthirsty members of her clan decided to continue the war despite her offer? Then her sacrifice would have been in vain.

"My vote is on Aleksei's offer. Shadow Veil as a whole must understand that we will not apologize for things that we did to defend ourselves," The femme finished and gritted her teeth together when she shut her maw. It took quite a bit of restraint to not do something drastic. Though normally she was kind and understanding, this wasn't a time she could be so. Mentally she wanted to be irrational and take vengeance herself. Her better judgement though decided to have her make her point and vote. Whatever happened next would be her leader's choice.