Badgerstep [Riverclan]

NAME HERE badgerkit .. badgerpaw BADGERSTEP
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Age: thirty-five moons
Gender: male
Rank: medicine cat
Clan: riverclan
Short Description: monstrous black and white tom with amber eyes

Appearance:

The build of a tom is one that is usually more bulkier and heavier, this is no different for Badgerstep. Expect, perhaps, that Badgerstep is a massive cat in general. With his larger muscles - descended from a different clan - far enough down the line - but that's beside the point. Through in the fact that his mother had some maine coon in her, and you'll find that this tom towers over most cats, and appears to be growing bigger with each moon (when he was younger). With large amber eyes, it's extremely hard to to stare at them - even for a moment. They say the eyes are the window to our souls, and for Badgerstep every emotion can be read threw his eyes; fear, panic, love. Now his pelt is rather long for someone of his built. It makes him appear larger then he is; and with that black and white coloring, one wonders what exactly he's able to do.

Personality:

They call him a quiet tom in general. Always sitting by himself, offering not a word unless it's fitted. Many judge him manly by his looks - and so he uses it to his advantage. Being able to unnerve a cat, simply by staring and observing is something he's done all his life. He likes his quiet, he likes his peace and he enjoys the silence that comes with it. Often found in the forest searching or gathering herbs, you can sometimes find the tom frozen in place listening to the sounds of the world around him. Kind is another word that can come with the tom. When cats get to know him, or even speak to him they find not only that his size is about the only thing to be scare of, but that he is extremely kind, always offering his advice, his help and his serves. Friendly as a bumble bee, simple and kind, Badgerstep loves to gain friends regardless of clan, rank and nobility. He's always been their to offer a paw in a friendly gesture, even if it may come off a bit flirtatious at times; he would pay a complement to any cat if they needed it. Fatherly in the sense that he's always watching over his clan's kits and apprentices, it's true that if he had not taken the profession of a medicine cat he would of fathered litters of kittens to keep Riverclan at it's strongest. Heroic to the point that he's reckless. The tom will go out of his way to save anyone and it's a suicide mission some days, but for any cat that knows Badgerstep, simply giving up is never the answer. Cold-shoulder is an odd way to describe how he is when he's mad, but the coolness that rolls off him is simply unnerving. He'll give the cat a cold shoulder, simply tending to them if he has to, but he'll barely mutter a word to them. When extremely fired up, his responses come out in a cool, calm manner, and he's blunt and rude.

History:

Minnowsplash and Redpelt were two Riverclan warriors, where as Minnowsplash's parents (her father to be exact,) was a Thunderclan cat. Many don't know of that, but it's not the main point of our story; no, we are here to take about their kittens; Badgerkit, Maplekit and Thicketkit. Born to their parents who were in their later moons, the three kittens were a big paw fill. Badgerkit, being the largest of the kittens, was the oldest boy, where Maplekit and Thicketkit were the smallest, and youngest. When the three were little, Thicketkit always played the leader; 'I'm Thicketstar! FEAR ME!' Their sister, Maplekit would always challenge Thicketkit to his leadership; "I'm Maplestar, you will bow to me!" But it was Badgerkit who sat quietly, watching as his siblings batted and fought. His mother would sit beside him as ask him why he didn't join in. 'Because mother, they're playing, I'm going to save my strength for when I really need it.' 


He was five moons old when he was approached by the medicine cat, Gingerswipe. The ginger she-cat offered him the idea of a way with medicine and the tom decided to try it out, simply because the thought of going out and possibly hurting another cat seemed outrageous. 'Mother, I am certain this is what I'm supposed to do.' He would meow as his brother and sister were made Thicketpaw and Maplepaw - where as when the medicine cat stepped forward, and called upon Badgerkit, he couldn't help it, he bounced forward and was christened Badgerpaw. That was when it all began. Badgerpaw would sit and watch as Gingerswipe would work, watching her paws and her movement with a quiet calm expression. 'Geesh Badgerpaw, if you stare any longer I'm afraid I'm doing something wrong.' She would always meow and Badgerpaw would just grin back. 'But Gingerswipe, it better to watch first then handle. What if I mix the wrong herb in, I could kill a cat.' The two only laughed, but later on it wouldn't be such a joke.


Badgerpaw was always happy to help Gingerswipe, and at age ten moons he helped bring life into the world - and was overjoyed when he described in detail to his mother how it happened, how he felt and how wonderful the joys of life were. But it was always to good to last. It was but a few weeks later that he watched as his brother Thicketpaw was dragged into the medicine cat's den, body convulsing. Badgerpaw was told it was a snake bite, and with his head spinning he followed Gingerswipe's directions to a T, but as he stared down at his brother's dying body, he knew he didn't do something right. Something had to be wrong because only a day later, his brother passed away. He was upset, even cold to those around him as he padded around the den in a nervous fit, but it was his mentor that spoke to him; softly at first and then harshly. "We all die at some point or another Badgerpaw. If we learn to greet death as a friend and not foe, then will we be at peace." When he pondered this for a few days he came to a new conclusion.


Death wasn't the end, but the new beginning.


So when he was fifteen moons, and Gingerswipe took him to the medicine cat gathering; he had no idea what was to come. 'Badgerstep! You are named for your heavy lumbering steps in the morning.' His mentor joked, but Badgerstep knew it was true; where most of his fellow clan members were light on their paws, the tom was as heavy as his namesake. It was then that he would return home and turn to his sister Maplesong, asking for help. 'Teach me some fighting moves, how to step lighter. Give me my peace.' He asked, and his sister agreed. When the two would meet every second night, they would practice, and Badgerstep watched his sister many times before finally giving it a go. His first attempt, his second and his third were terrible, but by the fourth he came up with his own plan of attack. His was larger then his sister, then most of the cats in his clan, and with that he lunged towards her, using his whole body as a weapon and manged to tackle her.


That was the first time he won a fight, and the first time he felt alive. He practiced daily, on his own and with his sister, and soon he became a great fighter, and lighter on his feet. He learned, he trained and he learned some more. Nights grew longer and days shorter as he struggled to keep his studies of medicine balance with his study of the claw. But it was when he was twenty-nine moons of age that Gingerswipe retired to the elder's den, becoming an elder to live the rest of her days in peace. 'Tend to our children, Badgerstep.' He would only grin and nod, of course he would look after his clan mates, they were - as his mentor called them - his kits of all ages, and her retiring turned his former mentor into of his kits.