Patch-Heart;; The Old And Not So Wise

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[glow=purple,2,300]PATCH-HEART[/glow]

Name|
Patch-heart

Gender|
She-cat

Age|
Forty-two moons

Rank|
Elder

Clan|
Pineclan

Beliefs|
Patch-heart, though old, still hangs onto Starclan's tales like a newborn kit; her heart keeps Starclan very close but her mind says "Nonsense!". It's a tug-of-war between reality and hope with Patch-heart-- what's a she-cat to do?

Parents|
Mother: Night-tail (Forestclan Elder, Deceased) [NP] x Father: Ravenfang (Forestclan Elder, Deceased) [NP]

Siblings|
None.

Other Kin|
None.

Mate|
None yet.

Crush|
None yet.

Kits|
None yet.

Apprentice/Mentor
Unable.

Appearance|

Patch-heart is a black-and-white, semi-long haired Norwegian Forest Cat with pale yellow-brown-- with a hint of green-- eyes.

With mainly white dominating Patch-heart's pelt, there is a mask-like splotch on the top of her face, from her cheeks to her ears, and the back of her head is completely obsidian. There is one noticeable marking-- a line on the side of her face, stretching out from her the corner of her left eye to her cheek.

Also, Patch-heart's back is black, spreading out to her flanks, sides, and tip of her fluffy tail.

Though she may look lean and muscular; all that is mearly her pelt. Underneath Patch-heart has a brittle, bony build barely strong enough to lift it's own weight. Petite paws, thin legs, bony, jutting hips and shoulders, and a small head to fit her small body; Patch-heart is the definition of "fossil"...

Personality|
Patch-heart in every way acts like an old wise-woman... without the wise.

Patch-heart just loves giving advice-- even if it doesn't work or help and sometimes it makes the situation worse. She lives on faulty advice like a kit to elder stories. "Dun' act ur' age; act ur' size!"

Also, please note that Patch-heart is a stuburn she-cat, and revels in the position of an elder; "When ur' old like me, ya' get what'cha want when ya' want it." And she's rude, crude, and a badger of all sorts to the cat's she doesn't like. If something pops in her head, she doesn't care what others think because she'll just go along and say it. She demands. She insults. Further more, she dislikes the whole lot of apprentices.

You could say she's Bipolar witch-hag.

But, though she may not seem like it, Patch-heart is a furiously loyal she-cat and would do everything in her power to protect her clan and her clanmates. She sticks to the code, walking it's line of orders and rule perfectly.

If some cat, though, happend to break the code in HER clan... well: "Prepare fo'an earfull when ya' get back home, sonny."

Skills|
Patch-heart is not made for brawling, first of all. She's to brittle and old for that, dont'cha know? But, she can keep her own with verbally insulting a cat, let me tell you. That isn't a skill, though; that's a curse.

Hunting, slightly better than the former, but she still lacks her speed and steath of her long ago youth.

Tracking, on the other hand, is Patch-heart's specialty. Give her anything to track, and she'll be the one to find it; no matter how difficult it may seem.

"Aye may be old but my nose has yet to fail me!"

History|
Patch-heart was one of the few elders brave enough to take on the journey and follow Ravenstar. Though she seemed doomed, Patch-heart's stuburn persona kept her going, refusing to die the many long moons that stretched out through her traveling times.

It was hard-- hard to leave Forestclan behind but Patch-heart knew it was for the greater good of herself to abandon something that was better left alone. And that thing was Forestclan; to Patch-heart, Forestclan was a hazardous place-- a place no elder should be.

But in the end, it turned out okay; if a little shaken from the journey to her new home, Patch-heart had made it. The group split into four-- four clans-- and she had chosen Pineclan; the smell of pine and sturdy trees reminding her of Forestclan far too much to pass.

Oh yes-- indeed in the end, it turned out okay; okay for her... for Patch-heart.[/center]

The old live on forever, little kit, forever in the hearts of many. We pass ourselves down the generation...watching. ~Patch-heart.