Redclaw[[PineClan Medicine Cat]]

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Redclaw

Name | Redclaw

Gender | She-cat

Age | Forty-seven moons old

Rank Medicine Cat

Beliefs Redclaw doesn't believe in StarClan in the least bit. I mean, come on! Cats flying in the stars? As if! Why should Redclaw believe in such silly rubbish at all? She shouldn't. And she refuses to.

Clan | PineClan

Parents | Rooktail(father; deceased; NP), Gingerheart(mother; deceased; NP)

Siblings | Only child

Other Kin | Unknown

Mate | No

Crush | No

Kits | None

Apprentice | None

Appearance | Redclaw certainly isn't a dainty cat, with a rough dark orange tabby pelt that holds a slight red tint to it, which gives her prefix a meaning. As the Medicine Cat grows older, greying hairs begin to become more noticeable on her muzzle near her whiskers and on her temples. Her paws are all white. Scars from the past cover her body, horrifying memories. Redclaw only has three legs, her right back leg had been severed mostly by a badger, which left her with only a stump for a leg. One of those traumatizing moments. She can still walk, or hobble. What ever you'd like to call it. But she's not the quickest out there in the forest. Which is one reason why she prefers to stay in camp then be out alone hunting herbs. She can mainly only go out and hunt herbs with her apprentice Finchpaw. Because of her leg. As for the rest of her is whole. Her pelt texture is rough, short-haired. While her eyes are a forest-green color.

Personality | Redclaw is a cat with a short-fuse. In short terms to summarize her personality is touchy, snappy, impatient, but mostly quiet. She's a thinker, mainly keeping to herself and being reserved. When she's not telling kittens about StarClan or the Dark Forest, or when she's lecturing her apprentice. Conversation between her and most cats is pretty awkward. She is never sure how to talk with other cats. She's never one to walk up to another Clan member and start a conversation. No, it'd be too awkward for her. If a cat came up to her and started the conversation, okay. Then she'd be willing to converse. As a Medicine Cat, she's caring for her patients, no matter what. A cat in need is a cat she'll care for. Even if she hated the cat she'd still take care of him or her. It's her job. No matter what she has to do this. Another thing, she's a very sensitive cat when cats ask her about her leg. She'll just flinch away from anyone who asks her, and will just mumble out one word: badgers. Cats inside of the Clan know not to ask her about her leg. When little kits ask, she'll really flinch. Especially when they look at her stump of a leg and shriek in terror. It literally rips her heart in two to hear a kit shriek at what her leg has become. Mothers can scorn their kits for it all they want and make them apologize. But it still hurts Redclaw and shatters her ego. Cats who get in her way annoy her--if she's in a hurry and a cat is blocking her way she'd have an absolute fit over it. Cats wanting to keep her in camp when she needs to fetch herbs, same problem. She'd also have a fit over it.

Skills | Like all Medicine Cats, Redclaw is skilled when it comes to herbs and healing. Her people skills and social skills aren't the best, which also explains why she keeps to herself a whole ton. Also the aging she-cat is a great story-teller. Always willing to tell kits and young apprentices stories when they come to her and ask. It's heart-warming for her, really. Also when it comes to walking, she's not the best anymore, with only three legs. Still working on walking and balancing herself.

History | Being bred in a litter of one, the main reason why is the fact that her mother was at an old age, close to being an elder. So her chances of having a litter of more than one was very slim. So Redkit had been the only kit of Rooktail and Gingerheart. Her appearance comes from Gingerheart mainly, being an orange tabby. Her white paws come from her father Rooktail, who was a brown tabby with white paws and underbelly. Personality resembles both her parents in some way. Such as the fact that she has a short fuse, that's part of what she got from her mother. She's also very impatient, much like her father. But the rest of her personality has developed over time into what it is now. At the time, Redkit was the only kit in the nursery. Which was pretty lonely most of the time. Which is why she mainly tried to seek friendship from apprentices that just left the nursery not too long ago. It wasn't that great that she had to constantly try to be friends with apprentices while she was a kit. Being basically inferior to the older cats.

Becoming an apprentice at six moons, Redpaw had been chosen to become Medicine Cat Apprentice. Quite an honor for the little kit. The aging Medicine Cat needed an apprentice, and Redkit always showed an interest in becoming the Medicine Cat Apprentice. So indeed she had became the apprentice of the Medicine Cat, Hailstorm. Now, during her apprenticeship was when she had a leg torn off. By a badger. In an instinct to protect her young. Redpaw had been off hunting for herbs, when this incident happened, she wasn't aware of the fact she was coming close to where young, defenseless badger pups were sleeping. Her mouth full of herbs, so she wouldn't of been able to smell the thick oder of badger either way. It was a sudden attack, the tabby apprentice came too close to the entrance, but while backing away the badger had attacked, diving for her leg first off. The jaws of the badger hung on tight, Redpaw could of died that day. But her loud scream of pain brought a near-by patrol to attention and to the apprentice's rescue. Managing to get Redpaw away, and chasing off the badger. But at one price, most of Redpaw's leg being torn, only hanging on by a few muscles. They'd have to tear the rest off if Redpaw were to survive. At eleven moons, just laying there for moons on end in the den she had always slept in. Healing. But yet when she was awake and not in pain if not for the poppy seeds she took to numb the pain, she wouldn't of learned so much about the herbs kept in there. It took about four moons for the wound to heal, but it took much longer to learn to walk on only three legs. Even when she's fully grown and a full Medicine Cat she'd still need help walking.

At the age of twenty-seven moons she had went to the Moonglade with her mentor, and received her full Medicine Cat name of Redclaw. Only moons after that Hailstorm had passed away in the leaf-bare season. Later on, at the age of thirty-eight moons old Redclaw decided that she would need an apprentice now. Finding Finchpaw, who would be the best for this Clan...

Role Play Example | Darkness surrounded everything around. It was like being blind. A ginger tabby cat was hobbling around helplessly, no objects around her... Pure blackness. The scent of blood became thicker and thicker. Making her flinch away. Then the disgusting oder of badger wafted around the tabby. The three-legged cat's body shuddered in fear, stepping a few steps back, her only back leg falling into a puddle of scarlet blood. Eyes growing wide in fear, Redclaw whipped around, hairs standing on end. There it was. The mother badger standing over a body...a small, ginger-tabby body. It was her! As an apprentice. The small apprentice screaming in terror and pain. "Redpaw!" the older cat yowled, racing toward the scene. Only for the badger and Redpaw to disappear into thin air. Panting, another sound was coming to her. Pawsteps. Redclaw turned, seeing another scene. That of when Redpaw was traveling closer to the badger's den, with herbs in her mouth. And not even paying attention. The black and white monster had been waiting, snout starting to poke out of the den. "Redpaw!" Redclaw called out again, as the badger had attacked the apprentice. The older tabby rushed forward, with the speed as if she had all fours. It was too late, the creature had Redpaw's leg, shaking it around and ripping it apart, the apprentice thrashing and screaming. With another burst of speed the Medicine Cat pounced forward, the second she landed on where the badger was supposed to be, it along with the whole entire scene had disappeared into thin air, the green, red, and white wisps of smoke drifting up into the black nothingness above her. But then, faint, white starry outlines had been appearing in the distance. Coming closer...and closer. "The pain is over, young one," the StarClan cat murmured to the ground, then a picture of Redpaw laying unconscious in the Medicine Cat's den appeared. Three StarClan cats were surrounding the body. Whispering their prays to the cat. "May StarClan have mercy on your soul..." two whispered. "May StarClan heal your wounds..." the last one mumbled. "Amen..." all three whispered. They seemed to be...family. There it was! Rooktail and Gingerheart! But who was that other cat? With the touch of Rooktail and Gingerheart's nose, the scene disappeared. Another blurred vision coming in front of her, of Redpaw learning to walk with the help of Hailstorm. Then at the Moonglade where Redclaw had received her name, Hailstorm's nose touching to the newly named cat's forehead. "You've had a long journey through out the moons of rehabilitating," a strong voice murmured, giving Redclaw a touch on the shoulder. Body growing cold from the touch, the female glanced to her side. It was her father Rooktail. "Father, how did I even survive..." the aging she-cat mumbled, leaning against her father's cold, starry fur. "StarClan's many miracles, Redclaw," he mumbled, giving his daughter a lick on the head. "If we could change your fate, you wouldn't have only three legs...but everything happens for a reason. Appreciate every moment of life you have..." Her father's voice began to fade. Then only a fog surrounded her. She was waking up...

Redclaw began to stir, her body was shaking. She was laying on her back. Eyes opening with slight drowsiness, she rolled over onto her side. Back facing where Finchpaw was still asleep. Her body facing where all the herbs were stacked. Poppy seeds, burdock roots, cobweb and coltsfoot... Such calming scents went to her sniffer, drifting around and comforting this Medicine Cat. Comforting, familiar scents. "StarClan...thank you." the aging Medicine Cat whispered, eyes closing yet again.