Post by Kitty on Feb 27, 2010 15:26:26 GMT -6
Name: Patchfoot
Apparent Age: 111 moons
Real Age: 564 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: StarClan
Former Clan: WindClan
Mentor/Apprentice:
Rosepelt: Former mentor (Deceased)
Blackstorm: Former mentor (Deceased)
Owlflower: Former mentor (Deceased)
Webfur: Former mentor (Deceased)
Robinheart: Former apprentice (Deceased)
Turtlepaw: Former apprentice (Deceased)
Hollystorm: Former apprentice (Deceased)
Rank: Elder
Mate/Crush:
Kin:
Parents:
Fireclaw; Father; Deputy (Deceased)
Kestrelflower; Mother; Queen/warrior (Deceased)
Siblings:
Ashcloud; Sister; Queen/warrior (Deceased)
Dovenose; Sister; Queen/warrior (Deceased)
Flamepelt; Brother; Warrior (Deceased)
Adderheart; Brother; Elder (Deceased)
Foxstep; Brother; Warrior (Deceased)
Heatherpaw; Sister; Warrior (Deceased)
Lilypaw; Sister; Queen/warrior (Deceased)
Gingerkit;
Snowkit;
Spottedkit;
Smallkit;
Redkit;
Kits:
Other:
Firepool - however many greats required to catch up to current time grandkid
Finchstep - see Firepool
Pinewhisker - See Finchstep
Rowanclaw - see Pinewhisker
Death: [Badly] infected wound from a fox bite.
Description: Patchfoot is an average-sized she-cat. She's got muscular leg and a thick tail of normal length. Despite being a normal-sized she-cat, her paws are all rather large, making her a bit clumsy on a bad day, although usually she just as graceful as any other cat in StarClan. Just about everything about her build practically yells, "Look at me, I'm perfectly average!" Her shoulders are a bit broader than the normal WindClan cat, but other than that, her body's characteristics match it. Long body, strong legs. She can run very fast, even by WindClan standards.
Patchfoot's name came from her spotted pelt and her ability to run quickly. Patchfoot is a torbie. She has mostly white on the bottom half of her body; her chest, stomach, and parts of her legs are all white, along with a streak up her face and a couple spots where the white reaches up her sides. She has ginger tabby and gray-brown tabby splotches covering the rest of her body. There's a bit more brown tabby splotches than ginger ones, though. Her tail is gray-brown tabby, along with some spots on her legs and most of her back up her spine. Most of her face is brown tabby, as well. Ginger spots are scattered here and there - on her legs, mixed in with the gray/brown, on her face. She has wide yellow-green eyes that seem to always glow with some emotion. Her coloring is a bit odd, but it makes her rather pretty, despite her average build.
Personality: Despite the rather pretty exterior, Patchfoot has a prickly attitude. Quick to react and serious, she was a good choice for leading patrols in her day. She can be cranky, and when she says "Leave me alone", she really means, "Leave me alone or you're gonna lose an ear", so its best you listen to her, because she'll really go through with that threat. She is a cat of her word, and to break a promise is the equivalent of killing a fellow Clanmate. And what does she think about a cat breaking the warrior code? said cat deserves the death penalty, although that never happened. So do break the warrior code, or a promise, and all will be right around her, 'kay?
She isn't the chatty-est cat you'll ever meet, but she does hold some conversations, especially with cats she likes. While she has no true "friends", merely "acquaintances" save her mate and kin, she does have cats she trusts and tolerates. She is loyal to WindClan, even in death, and will undoubtedly attempt to help them, even from her starry domain.As long as WindClan is okay, the world is in balance.
This she-cat does have a soft side. There was a time when she was a queen. She fell in love, and that revealed her sweet side. Kits, she adores, and still likes playing with them. She cares deeply for kin and any kit, even halfClan ones (except when they grow up, they aren't kits any more, so sorry for their luck, because halfClan kits are the product of two cats becoming mates against the warrior code).
History: Patchfoot's life as a WindClan cat has been an eventful one. She was born in a large litter of six kits as Patchkit, alongside Gingerkit, Snowkit, Spottedkit, Smallkit, and Redkit. Patchkit and Redkit were the more adventurous of the litter, while Gingerkit and Snowkit were the more serious, quiet ones, and Snowkit and Spottedkit were somewhere in the middle. They were raised by two loyal WindClan cats, Fireclaw and Kestrelflower. Their father, Fireclaw, was the deputy of WindClan. The two of them were getting up there in their moons, and had already had two litters of kits. The results of those previous litters brought about Ashcloud, Dovenose, Flamepelt, Adderheart, Foxstep, Heatherpaw, and Lilypaw. They were all one "big happy family". For the most part.
You see, the Clan had rather high standards for the deputy and his mate's montrous family. Not to mention the standards Fireclaw himself had. All the kits grew up as very loyal WindClan cats. And yes, in a family that large there were bound to be quarrels. The biggest problem was living up to the expectations. More often than not, when the kits got into mischeif (as every kit does) they were more fiercely scolded. Not by Kestrelflower, but by Fireclaw. Kestrelflower adored her kits and rarely was angry with them. Each time they snuck out of camp, they wre more fiercely scolded than the time before. The grew up obeying the warrior code right from the start, no matter what.
The kits' apprenticeship rolled around and they were all apprenticed to experienced warriors (ones favored by the deputy, I might add.) Newly-named Patchpaw was apprenticed to Rosepelt, a senior warrior who'd already seen three apprentices become warriors. She learned quickly, and particularly excelled in hunting and tracking. She was a fast runner, even for WindClan standards, which aided in her ability to hunt well.
The first bad thing to happen in her lifetime was the death of her first mentor, whom she shared a special attachment to. They were patrolling the ShadowClan border along with Redpaw and his mentor when it happened. Patchpaw saw a nice, fat rabbit. Raring to prove herself, she gave chase and followed it. It led her back towards the center of WindClan at first, but then veered back off and into ShadowClan territory. So intent on her hunt was the she-cat that she didn't even notice the scent markers.
The rest of the patrol did, though, and without waiting for further instruction, Redpaw shot off into ShadowClan after Patchpaw. When the duo didn't return soon, Rosepelt and the other mentor went in after them, as well. Only to find them cornered by a strong patrol of four ShadowClan cats. Two apprentices, barely three moons into their training, couldn't manage three full-blown warriors and an elder apprentice on their own. Rosepelt and Redpaw's mentor leapt to the rescue. The four fought bravely, but the ShadowClan cats drove them off. Rospelt was badly injured, bleeding heavily from a throat and belly wound. She couldn't even make it back to camp before StarClan claimed her.
And guess who blamed herself for the death of Rosepelt? That's right: Patchpaw. After all, if she hadn't gone after the rabbit, or if she'd even paid attention to her surroundings, Rosepelt would still be alive. Patchpaw was reassigned a new mentor, a tom she didn't like nearly as much as the first one.
Her bad luck with mentors didn't stop there, though, for Blackstorm - her new mentor - and she were brutally attacked by a pair of starved foxes. He dispatched hsi apprentice (partly because he wanted to keep her safe but mostly because they needed more defenses) and fended the two things off as well as he could, but by the time Patchpaw returned with back up he'd already been fatally wounded. They chased off the foxes and carried him back to camp, where he was pronounced dead that night by the medicine cat.
Saddened by the loss of her second mentor, Rosepaw - now ten moons old - was given another: Owlflower. The two of them got along well, and for a while all was fine. Then the news came: Owlflower was pregnant! She moved to the nursery, and, at eleven moons, Patchpaw was given her fourth mentor - Webfur, a respectable younger warrior. The two of them became fast friends, and he trained her for a lone moon before she took her assessment and passed, recieving her warrior name of Patchfoot. She was right there alongside her siblings, who became Gingerpelt, Snowheart, Spottednose, Smalltail, and Redfur.
Patchfoot was pleased, but it was only a matter of moons before greencough struck, taking both Gingerpelt and Spottednose's lives. Saddened, Patchfoot turned to her two remaining siblings for comfort, but in the end it was Webfur - her last mentor - who supplied the most reassurance. The already-good friends became even closer.
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