Post by Marredjaw on Jun 16, 2014 15:53:24 GMT -6
MARREDJAW Basic |
II. SEX ; Male
III. SEXUALITY ; Asexual
IV. AGE ; 43 Moons
V. RANK ; Medicine Cat
VI. CLAN ; ShadowClan
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Description
thin, horrifically scarred, red-furred, grey-eyed.
Extremely thin, long-tailed, with a horrific scar on his face, primarily a deeply scarred jaw. His pelt is the colour of red mud and his eyes are a stark pale grey.
Personality
Marredjaw is a kind, but volatile personality. His words carry through the mind like leaves in a twister. When Marredjaw speaks, other cats listen. Many say he would have done well as a leader or deputy, but his true talent lay in healing, as he discovered when he acquired the scar that gave him his name.
History
(lol nizza i aint got time to write a novel so heres a basic overview)
AS A KIT, Marredjaw was typical; quiet at first, then eccentric, then more eccentric. His name originally was Redkit, for the colour of his pelt. He spent his early days doing nothing because he's a kit and was deaf and blind for quite some time. After that, he was shy, having never left the Queens' den before, but grew more social as he associated himself with older cats.
AS AN APPRENTICE, Redpaw was civil, quiet, and thirsty for knowledge. Initially, he began as a warrior apprentice to Sharpfoot, a female warrior who managed to pass on her quick wit, salty tongue, and every fighting technique she knew to boot. For a time, Redpaw lived as a normal apprentice. He caught prey, peed on the border, and settled fights. However, just as Sharpfoot was about to give him his warrior name and mark him as an equal, word came from ThunderClan about stray dogs. Supposedly, they were meant to leave well enough alone, but they caught the scent of the ShadowClan camp and came running at the prospect of fresh meat and shelter. Obviously, ShadowClan would not stand down. Almost all of the able warriors were sent to take care of the dogs, and Sharpfoot decided to take Redpaw with her. They fought valiantly, and managed to get the dogs away, but not before one of them had taken their ragged claws to Redpaw's face. One eye was torn, and nearly all of the skin and fur had been ripped from the left side of his face. He spent a full week and a half in the care of the medicine cat while he healed. They feared he would not live, but Redpaw remained tenacious as ever, refusing to fall to a dog like that. When he emerged, partially blind and horribly disfigured, he was moved in with the elders, to live his life out as an effectively useless member of the Clan.
AS A CRIPPLE, Redpaw was unhappy. Though he had officially been acknowledged as a warrior - as his name had been changed to Marredjaw as an honour of his victory (and his loss, though no one said this), Mar did not feel as though he could do anything. He was rejected when he asked to go on patrols, and was not allowed to leave the camp. The guarding warriors said this was to make sure he was fully healed, but Mar knew the truth. He was smart enough to know they were just keeping him safe. After all, no one kept someone they intended to release in the camp for three moons after they were healed. Only the medicine cat, Sprucepelt, allowed Mar to help him. Mar would chew the herbs, dry the leaves, and help as often as allowed, but it wasn't until a full moon had passed that Sprucepelt asked if Mar would consent to being his apprentice. Naturally, Mar accepted, knowing this would give him leave to leave the camp as he pleased in the future, and to treat with the other Clans, and StarClan.
AS A MEDICINE CAT, Marredjaw found his true calling. He had been good at tearing throats and tackling pigeons, but he was unbelievable at healing. Sprucepelt even had to admit that Marredjaw picked up on things that even he didn't know. Mar's skill for noticing things other cats didn't had made him a decent hunter, but it made him an even better healer. After a few short moons, Sprucepelt deemed him good enough to take over entirely, and announced his retirement from position as Medicine Cat at that month's meeting at the Pine Island. All cats cheered for Marredjaw, though they hid their disgust at his wretched visage.
(lol oops i branched out more than i thought i would)
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