Post by roman on Jul 15, 2018 0:30:17 GMT
basics name • beetlekit > beetlepaw > beetlejaw age • 39 moons gender • m sexuality • bi clan • thunderclan rank • warrior appearance allegiance • a long haired tuxedo tom with long whiskers and large, bright yellow eyes full • beetlejaw has the body of a sturdy warrior, with broad shoulders and a thick frame, large muscles, and a strong tail. his coat is long, luxurious, and silky to the touch. the area surrounding his muzzle is white while his nose and upper "lip" is black, and his throat and paws are white too, while the rest of him is a deep, charcoal black that gleams reddish-brown in the sunlight. he is heavyset only by his muscles, as the tom actually doesn't eat much at all, only when he has to. nonetheless, his paws are large and he is built. personality positives + selfless/humble. surprisingly so, beetlejaw tends to put others before himself. whether or not it is because he doesn't value himself too strongly, or that he genuinely is just selfless, is another story. he tends to redirect compliments aimed at himself elsewhere or looks shy when offered them. + intelligent. beetlejaw is not so easily tricked nor is he lacking an observant eye. he retains and processes information quickly, swiftly, and efficiently. + composed. regardless of what comes his way, beetlejaw is good at maintaining his composure. it is difficult to throw him off, and any irritation may only come off as a twitch of the whisker or flick of tail. negatives - distant. beetlejaw does not like to let others close, and feels weird when he does. his family didn't grow up strong and closely-tied, so having others interested in his well-being seems almost foreign to him. - outwardly cranky. a little impatient, beetlejaw is quick to quip something snark at another's demise, and has no tolerance for "stupid questions" or general stupidity. he comes across as sour and ill-spirited on the surface, but he can be a bit of a softy on the inside. - poor hunter. having been taken away from his warrior training at a young age and already struggling with it, beetlejaw was never able to properly practice his hunting skills and could never quite get the hang of it, anyways. he is strong in battle, but his hunting skills are rather lacking at the expense of it. etc. = loves the smell of lavenders. = minor pollen allergies, only acts up during newleaf. relationships mother • vipertongue, she-cat, deceased father • roseface, tom, alive brother • thornwhisker, tom, alive "niece" • cloverkit, she-cat, alive warrior mentor • ospreytail, she-cat, alive medicine cat mentor • icefang, agender, deceased history born to vipertongue and roseface, alongside brother thornkit, beetlekit came into the world already angry, born hissing and mewling furiously. compared to thornkit, a mellow soul, quiet and hardly making a sound except for when vipertongue rose to her paws and left the nursery to get some air, beetlekit was loud and angry, constantly mewling complaints about being washed and moved and the likes. once able to speak, hear, and walk, he was a lot more pouty about things. he did not like when thornkit wanted to play with him because vipertongue always made him be the mouse for thornkit in cat-and-mouse. thornkit would never pass a moss ball properly and he'd have to go skittering to get it. on top of that, his mother was a sharp-tongued she-cat who hadn't particularly wanted kits, and his father was a good-looking, self-absorbed tom who couldn't care less for the little bundles of fur, only stopping in twice - once to learn the name of the kits, and once to bring them their first taste of prey. otherwise, he stayed away, and plastered himself to the sides of other she-cats of the clan. vipertongue had never liked beetlekit's sour attitude, but her own only helped his fester. he was irritable around his mother who groomed him too harshly and snapped at him too quickly, while thornkit, airheaded and dim witted, seemed to get off of most things scot free. there was also a slim, pale gray cat who constantly lurked around the nursery, their bright green eyes wide and never leaving beetlekit's form. he was made uncomfortable by this cat, and it was the only time he approved of vipertongue snapping at someone to leave. when other kits arrived in the nursery, he found it difficult to sleep with their helpless mewling, and at times slept outside of the entrance to the nursery just to escape the sound. his mother despised that, and every now and then woke him up to drag him back inside, only for him to grumble his way through another sleepless night. he did not want to play with them when they were old enough to, and every surprise attack they launched was met with a swift cuffing of the ears, or an angry warning growl and raised back. he wanted to make sure one thing was clear to these kits - he was not their friend. upon joining the apprentice den, it was easier for beetlepaw to get away from his mindless brother and irritable mother. he was assigned to a quick-witted but surprisingly stern she-cat named ospreytail, a young warrior. it was around this time that poplarleaf, the deputy, cornered sedgestar in his den and killed him. the news was a shock to the clan, and yet... a relief. poplarleaf became the leader without much protest from the clan, and ospreytail seemed rather indifferent to the situation. she told beetlepaw that sedgestar wasn't the greatest person, and that if somebody had to stop him, she was glad it was poplarleaf, as she had to put up with the worst from him. not long into his warrior training was it obvious that beetlepaw was a terrible hunter. thornpaw seemed to do just fine like any other apprentice, but he himself struggled a ridiculous amount. he had even asked another, slightly older apprentice for help - a she-cat named violetpaw. she was one of the more skillful apprentices, especially talented in hunting, but even she and their practice sessions didn't work out too tell. sure, battle came easily to beetlepaw - his target was bigger and their moves much more predictable. but prey... prey was just stupid. that same cat who lurked around the nursery from time to time and watched him with big green eyes began talking with ospreytail a lot. beetlepaw noticed - that was icefang, the medicine cat, he knew that by now, but there was something suspicious about their interactions. ospreytail was strong and hardy, but the way icefang spoke to her... he couldn't hear their conversation, but the look on her face just seemed sad. not too many days later from that strange encounter, ospreytail came to gather him for another training session. only this time, little to beetlepaw's knowledge, it wouldn't be a training session at all. instead, it would be the end of his training with ospreytail. she told him how icefang had been having visions ever since he was a kit, that he was destined to be a medicine cat, not a warrior. this news didn't exactly strike beetlepaw hard. instead, he was rather unsurprised, and welcoming of the change. he was only upset that he'd be losing ospreytail as a mentor - she was rather intelligent, and he found her enjoyable. she did offer to try and get him to hunt with her when she could, work on those skills, but he simply rolled his eyes and they returned back to camp. there, icefang greeted him, and they met with poplarstar to get the change going. going to the moonstone was an interesting feat. his paws were tired, and the ground there was very rough and tough against his pads. the ceremony was quick enough, but when he touched his nose to the stone and felt as though his body was suddenly made of stone, pulling him to the ground and knocking him unconscious, he was surprised to find himself in starclan. it was serene there, and although he'd never been, it felt so familiar and welcoming, so homey. he didn't receive a prophecy, no special dream, just a nice walk by himself in starclan. back in camp, his training was rigorous. icefang was actually quite the challenging mentor, and he found himself secretly pleased with it. this was the kind of skill he could work with, this was something he was happy to be learning. so what if, moons later, thornwhisker received a full name before him. beetlepaw was just as happy to keep being beetlepaw. when he got his name, he would earn it. he wouldn't be just good enough, just passing, no. he'd only get it once icefang was confident that he could serve his clan. there were, of course, times when he struggled though. cats returning from battle scathed and bleeding out. broken bones he couldn't set. birthing queens wailing as he had to tell them that one or more of their kits didn't make it. it had its difficult moments, its unpleasant ones. its painful ones. he made it through, though. the time finally came to meet starclan as a fully realized medicine cat, and icefang named him beetlejaw. he was pleased that he'd made icefang proud, and returning to camp, he found himself weirdly shy at the congratulations he'd received from his clanmates. over time he'd mellowed out and interacting with them was much easier, much more natural, but even still, he shied away from the compliments and redirected the praise to icefang for being a talented mentor. when icefang passed he was rather saddened, but found himself distracted by the heavier weight of his duties now that there wasn't someone to share it with. thornwhisker would stop by every now and then, trying to offer any form of comfort to beetlejaw, but he turned it away. he didn't need anyone's pity, or anyone to comfort him. beetlejaw even turned away ospreytail, who wanted to talk things out with him and share his grief so that he wouldn't have to carry the burden by himself. again, though, he closed himself off. nobody should have to share his burden. despite everything, the quiet was pleasant as he settled into and grew accustomed to his role as the sole medicine cat. it was an easy working environment, and going out to collect herbs by himself was soothing. despite poplarstar's best efforts, he sent away every warrior assigned to go out with him and insisted they go do something more useful like find a mouth to feed and hunt to fill hungry bellies. he even tried an attempt to crack a joke at how he'd been bad at hunting as an apprentice, just to get them to go away and feel like they'd made some kind of connection with him. dark forest warriors rose and took poplarstar back down with them. it was a horror to strike the clan, but they were powerless to do anything about it. littlenose, the deputy, became littlestar, and the clan grieved. five moons into his leadership, though, things were already beginning to change. the past five moons, he'd frustrated the new leader to oblivion when he offered herbs they were short on to a desperate clan in need despite littlestar's wishes, which lead to the leader accusing him of being a traitor. he shrugged it off - medicine cats lived by different rules, and he wouldn't let a clan perish knowing he'd had the answer to their solution. this relationship with the new leader only worsened when he brought back a kit he'd found near the border, near starving. they all thought he'd had a forbidden relationship, but he denied this claims, and nursed the kit back to health. he wouldn't be it's father, no, he knew he had his duties, but this was enough for littlestar to claim he'd failed to act on his duties, and demoted him to a warrior - not an apprentice, necessarily, but a warrior who'd have to catch up on the training he'd abandoned in turn for medicine cat training. it was an act he'd never forget. having been in the middle of training his own apprentice, although already receiving their full medicine cat name, he was bitter. they still had a lot to learn, and he would guide them whenever possible. littlestar was being reckless, and with the slew on insults that came his way over being a "traitor to not only thunderlan, but starclan," he would not let the tom get to him. if he was going to act like a kit, then fine. starclan would have its way soon enough. |
