Patchfur

[Kelly]

Name |
Patchfur

Gender |
Tom

Age |
64

Rank |
Elder

Clan |
StreamClan

Beliefs|
StarClan is something nice to believe in. They’re like a comfort that other cats can have to help them get through life. Something that’s always there and will always be there for them. Patchfur’s belief in StarClan is limited. He doesn’t believe they can have any affect on the living, mostly because he’s never seen them do it. However, having many cats waiting for him in the after life is a calming thought. It gives him hope that maybe he’ll see his mate again.

Parents |
Spots (mother, not played) and Dander (father, not played)

Siblings |
Princess (sister, not played) and Island (sister, not played) are from his litter. He also has four other sisters (Squirrel, Lotus, Leaf and Fin [all not played]) from an older litter and one younger sister (Heather, not played).

Other Kin |
None

Mate |
Sally (deceased)

Crush |
Too Old

Kits |
Avery, now Lightwhisker (coming soon)

Apprentice/Mentor |
Too Old

Appearance |
Patchfur is a rather dainty tom. His bones are thin and long, making him look extremely fragile, especially in his old age. He was never a very muscular cat and as he aged any muscle he may have had vanished. His paws are small and pointed, tilted in at a slight angle making him “pigeon footed”. His face is also rather thin with a triangular muzzle.

His fur is rather short, hardly growing at all in the winter. The base color is a slightly-off white; it has a bit of a creamy touch to it. Over the white is a lightl ginger. The ginger forms a “mask” over his face that covers his eyes and the back of his head. It also marks his lower back and part of both his flanks, spreading down to cover his tail completely. His paws also are covered in ginger, mostly noticeable on his back paws. Over the ginger is a darker ginger for his stripes that are faint everywhere but on his tail.

Patchfur’s eyes are light amber. They have a bit of a green touch to them which can easily be seen in the sun. His eyes are large, unlike the rest of him, and very round, always looking curious or amused. His whiskers are short and white, springing off of a scarred muzzle.

Personality |
Patchfur is a rather social cat. He loves being around others and chatting with them and is always one to start a conversation with whoever’s willing to listen. Often he’ll be caught rambling about the oddest topics ranging from weather to prey level to ‘what do you think that bird was singing for’. He has quite the way with words because of how often he talks and occasionally he will use that skill to his advantage.

When he’s not around others or when a lot of cats he is close to suddenly leave him Patchfur will freak. It’s happened twice in his life, both times caused him to run away and start anew. Yes, he says it’s a drastic thing he does. But when others leave him Patchfur just cannot stay in the old life he knew them in anymore, it’s just too difficult.

Patchfur does have pretty significant mood swings. He can go from being a happy-go-lucky tom one moment to being a depressed, quiet tom the next. Little things trigger the swings, making him feel quite unstable in his own mind. However, Patchfur never gets angry during these swings. In fact, he hardly gets angry. He’s got practically no temper and isn’t annoyed easily. It would take a big thing to get this tom snapping at someone.

Making friends is rather easy to Patchfur. It doesn’t matter what rank or age they are, because he gets along with practically anyone. All that matters is they are kind cats. He’s especially fond of young apprentices and kits, mostly because their minds are open to hearing stories about ‘the glory’ days. Also, at such a young age, the cats can be imprinted upon most easily. It makes for having good warriors if they get good starts.

In all, Patchfur is a happy tom. He’s extremely grateful (and loyal) to StreamClan for giving him a place to call home after his long journey. He does have his memories of old times, when he was still a young cat living with his mate and family. But for the most part he thinks of the happy times, back when life was almost perfect.

Skills |
In his younger days Patchfur was quite the skilled hunter. His size never made battle easy for him and Patchfur had to learn to benefit his large family in some other way. He is also rather fast and flexible, even in his old age. What he thinks is his best skill, however, is his ability to listen. He’s perfectly content with sitting around and listening to other cats complain about what’s happening in their life. And he loves to give advice too.

History |
Patchfur was born as Max, the only son that the cats Spots and Dander would ever have. Spots and Dander were both kittypets with free reign of the outdoors who, eight moons prior, had a litter of four she-cats. Max’s sisters were Princess and Island, both ginger tabby she-cats.

At a young age Max had to watch all four of his older sisters be adopted by twolegs. It was hard to cope with, having been in such a large family from birth. Each time a sister was adopted Max felt a little emptier on the inside. As Max and his same-litter sisters hit ten moons old people came to visit them. Soon Island was adopted and part of Max snapped. Just a moon ago his parents had one last kit, also a she-cat. Max, aided by Princess, took the kit (named Heather) and ran from the twoleg home, never wanting to be apart of such a place again. Together the three journeyed into the forest behind their house, each day getting farther from the place they once called home.

At fifteen moons Max met up with a tom a little older than him named Terry, a large black cat. Terry took Max (as well as Princess and Heather) back to his “camp” where he and his sister, Sally, lived. Sally, like her brother, was also a black cat, with just a bit of white on her chest and stomach.

The two groups became fast friends. Max was grateful for the stable family he now held and felt that this is where he really belonged. As the five young cats grew more cats came to join them. A young tom (roughly Heather’s age) by the name of Smokey was the first outsider who joined their group. A few moons later twin grey she-cats (Falcon and Hawk) were added to the ranks. The last cat to join was a grumpy brown tom that went by Hank.

Sometime during his life, Max ended up falling for Sally. To his joy the black she-cat returned his feelings, and moons later another addition was added to their family. The kit was named Avery and sported her father’s coloring.

It was after Avery reached twelve moons that tragedy struck the group. They were hit with a bout of the clans called “black cough”, and without a trained healer (Hawk knew a bit about herbs, but not much) they were at the disease’s mercy. Two cats died from the sickness, Princess and Sally. At the loss of his sister and mate Max once again snapped, sweeping up his daughter and running away from the family he had made.

The two traveled for moons, Max teaching his daughter the way of a cat who had to make it when not in a small group. They never bumped into their old family again and contact with other cats was limited (though at one point they stayed with a small family because Max had damaged his foot).

At 62 moons (Avery was 32) they finally stopped. They had bumped into a group of cats outside a “border” who were a part of a “clan”. StreamClan, to be exact. Max and Avery sat and listened to the “warriors” explain about their clan and how the clans worked. Max, longing for a chance to be around others again, joined their StreamClan as an elder, which suited him fine. Avery, however, was intrigued at the notion of “StarClan”. She followed her father to StreamClan but ended up joining FogClan for their strengthened beliefs.