The Nameless One
Name: N/A (Formerly Amala, will eventually be named Waterflow.)
Gender: Female
Clan: Loner (Hopefully will join Riverclan!)
Background (Solo): For as long as she could remember, water had defined her life. Her mother had told her stories of it, stories that had been passed down for generations; and she believed every word. The Great River had once been a pure thing, holy water sent by the spirits of the sky to cleanse the taint of all evils from mortals, so that their souls might be light enough to join them in the heavens when their lives ended. But then it came to pass that there were too many mortals with hearts that were too tainted- and instead of the River wiping their souls white, the spirit of the River itself became tainted, too. The River was an evil thing, now; so dirty that to drink of it was to drink of poison and to swim in it was to swim in the arms of death.
The twoleggers were the only beings who could face the Great River now and live, and they came in unfathomably large numbers to wade in it every day. They would cry out, and duck under, and make strange shapes with their spidery paws; her mother had explained to her that they did these strange things to appeal to the spirit and keep it from swelling and devouring them all. The twoleggers were their protectors, guardians, and friends… And it was one of these beings, not her mother, who had named her. Amala, she had been dubbed.
She was nameless now, for she had found that twoleggers were not the guards who held back the River, but demons who tormented it.
The eldest son of the twolegger female who was her primary caregiver had always shown her favor, and he had decided to take her with him to a strange place. She had been fishing in their den’s little pool one minute, and the next she was shoved into a small box-den without light. She did not know how long she had been kept there, only that when she was released she was in a den very unlike the one she had been born and raised in; it was spacious and the floors did not smell of dung. After a week, the twolegger had seen fit to let her outside…
It was as the land her mother’s stories had told of. There was a thick green carpet beneath her paws, and the air did not smell of a thousand toxins that would overwhelm her if she stayed outside too long. The sky was not filled with countless cries and rumbles, only the whispering and warbles of the wind and the song of birds. She looked back at the twolegger who had brought her here, and when she saw he was paying her no mind she set off to explore this new haven.
It was not long until she found the river. There were no twoleggers and there was no taint, and when she tasted of it she realized that it was more pure than any water she had ever found… And it was because here, the twoleggers and the spirit of the river did not fight. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, and the most beautiful thing she ever would.
As for the twolegger and the tainted place they called home, she never went back.
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