APPEARANCE
The largest of the litter, Plumdew has always been a size above both his siblings and many of his peers. He is solidly built, a sturdy warrior in both form and function. His muscular frame is covered in short fur, mostly of a dark brown tabby coloring, although patches of white shine through in certain places. His belly, for instance, is largely white, although even that is interrupted by splotches of the brown stripes that make up most of his pelt. Plumdew also has a small patch of white above his nose and between his eyes, a strange spot often mistaken for a bit of snow, and his chin is lightly dusted in white as well despite his relative youth.

Though his ears were large as a kit, he has grown into them over time, the rest of his face filling out more as the rest of his body grew and as he put on more muscle. Now, the most prominent feature of his face is his eyes, large, somewhere between yellow and green in color, and rimmed by a shade of dark umber hinted at throughout his body.

PERSONALITY
It's hard to know what you're going to get with Plumdew. Although he is often amiable and friendly in the typical, valiant StormClan manner, his good moods can evaporate as quickly as the morning dew for which he was named. In spite of all his strength, Plumdew is incredibly insecure. After all, he has spent his life, as he sees it, in the shadow of his sister, Pearstar, who by his account is about as strong as a brittle twig save for her extra, StarClan-given lives. Considering this mindset, it is no surprise that his mood is quickly soured by both mentions of his sister and by any perceived slights against his own prowess, even in jest.

Both his insecurity and his nobility are demonstrated by his determination. Although he is driven to unravel whatever conspiracy has placed his sister in a position of leadership, he is at the same time incredibly dedicated to the well-being and perseverance of his clan. In fact, to Plumdew, these two goals are not mutually exclusive. Rather, proving Pearstar's unworthiness would serve the clan, saving them from a weak leader.

Plumdew's rationalizations are often elaborate, but he does not have ample opportunity to hear them echoed back at him to realize just how convoluted his reasoning is. After all, he is not much one for deep conversation, and he is especially reserved with his anger and envy, not expressing it in words even if it shows through his sour moods.

HISTORY
The litter of Snowbriar and Berrystrike was born under dark skies, and the kits' early moons reflected the turbulence of the times. The arrival of the four kits, Passionkit, Plumkit, Peachkit, and Pearkit, was heralded as a mixed blessing. While some saw it as a light at the end of the tunnel, a bright future to look forward to amidst turmoil, others saw it as more work, more struggle, more trouble.

Plumkit, of course, realized very little of this at the time, wrapped up as he was in the minutiae of kithood, roughhousing with his siblings, watching the older cats with wonder and awe, and being doted on by both of his parents. At least for the first three moons, Plumkit had a charming life. With the passing of Berrystrike, however, Plumkit's idyllic youth soured somewhat. Greencough, they told him. How could a warrior as strong as his father spend so much time in the medicine cat's den and not survive? Plumkit did not understand, especially as his frailest sister emerged from the medicine cat's den intact even after being abandoned by their mother. How had Pearkit, the fragile, barely-alive smudge of a kitten survived when the strong, stalwart Berrystrike had perished? The unfairness of it all burned itself into Plumkit's soul, kindling a fire within him that has burned ever since.

Apprenticeship did little to cool the flames. Plumpaw's mentor, Deerleap, was a respected warrior whose talent for speed and agility made her a complementary match for Plumpaw's stockier build. And Plumpaw would have been happy with the assignment, if not for his sister's mentor, Sundapple. The deputy, of all things! What had Pearpaw done to deserve such an honor? Plumpaw seethed his way through the beginnings of his apprenticeship, alienating Deerleap and growing more distant from his mother and other siblings with whom, until that point, he had still maintained solid relationships with.

Eventually, however, Plumpaw's rage cooled. Perhaps it was the call of the warrior code or Deerleap's gentle but firm coaxing or the support from Snowbriar, Passionpaw, and Peachpaw...or perhaps it was the frailty of Pearpaw, whose consistent weakness and bouts of illness set her far behind in training. It was with a smug sense of satisfaction that Plumpaw earned his warrior name, Plumdew, in honor of his ever-changing moods, alongside Peachwish and Passionsky while Pearpaw fell behind. But even if his attitude improvement was sparked by his sister's failures, it still helped him to patch up the relationships he had spurned at the start of his training, setting him up for a fruitful life as a StormClan warrior.

Even Pearfrost's eventual ascension to same rank did little to rankle him, as he knew it to be inevitable. By this point he largely ignored his sister, even as she rekindled her relationships with the rest of their family. Instead, Plumdew threw himself into patrols, hunting trips with the rest of his family and former mentor, and the occasional skirmishes against ThornClan.

It was during this time that Plumdew was entrusted with his first apprentice, a chatty young she-cat by the name of Irispaw. She was the noise to his silence, a lesson in tolerance. Training her certainly stretched the limits of his patience, but the two had a surprisingly good rapport, perhaps because of how different they were. It was with great pride that he watched her naming ceremony, and for a while, all was well.

Until, of course StormClan's aging deputy retired. Plumdew eyed the freshly available position with an ambition he had rarely felt. Was he not a good candidate? Strong, capable, well-liked...but of course, Pearfrost swooped in to steal the place of pride next to Sunstar. Her former mentor, of course, otherwise she would never have been chosen, he reasoned. Plumdew split his anger between Sunstar and Pearfrost, angry at his leader for demonstrating such an obvious display of bias, and angry at Pearfrost in much the same way that he had been for the majority of both of their lives.

Sunstar's death, of course, was another blow. Plumdew's rage roared higher than it had in ages, perhaps ever. His scrawny sister, who had spent most of her life half-dead, the leader of StormClan? It was unthinkable. The first several moons after her ascension, Plumdew spiraled back into the pit of rage and despair and envy that had characterized the start of his apprenticeship. Even now, with several moons of Pearstar's leadership past, he is more taciturn, more sharp, than he has been in the past, more likely to snap even at those he calls dear. His relationships with his mother, most of his siblings, his former mentor and apprentice, as well as his newest apprentice are on fragile ground as his mind is consumed by this perceived injustice. Plumdew's very faith in StormClan, and perhaps even StarClan, has been shaken by the rise of someone he considers so unworthy to its head.