Jaggedleaf {ShadowClan Deputy}

JAGGEDLEAF
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Age: FORTY-EIGHT MOONS
Gender: TOM
Rank: DEPUTY
Clan: SHADOWCLAN
Short Description: large fluffy tabby tom with leafy green eyes

Appearance:

Sure the tom cat is a very fluffy cat, but he is also a bit bigger than most cats his age. Even though he’s a big cat, that doesn’t mean he’s fat. He is a large, muscular sort of cat with powerful legs, good for climbing, and if he was a RiverClan cat, good for swimming. His tail is long, and just seems to trail behind him when he walks or run. Two triangular ears perk up above his head, catching each and every sound.

His pelt, though it looks like its matted and tangled most of the time, is actually a mass of soft brown fur. The jagged looking dark stripes mixed into his pelt are what gave him his name in the first place. Having long fur is never an easy thing to have, considering the tom has to spend hours cleaning debris and burrs out of his pelt almost constantly. His sister Brindlefire laughs, even though her fur’s the same way.

The two green orbs that hold many cats in their place, are a soft, leafy green color. His eyes are what granted him the second half of his name, even if it was just a generic sort of name, Jaggedleaf holds his name with pride.

Personality:

Being a rather large, muscular tom like himself, one would think that he would be somewhat mean or irritable, but in all reality, he is an absolute sweetheart. His could almost the definition of the phrase, "lover not a fighter." Though his coat shows otherwise, he isn't a big fan of fights, no matter what.

He will only fight if needed, and do a pretty good job, too, but if not, he would rather be the one to help others carry or assist the injured cats away from the battle grounds. Even though he will battle when he has to, he gets terribly nauseous at the sight or smell of blood. This is why he prefers to hang back from everyone in a fight.

Being clan born, he is extremely loyal to his clan and would die in a heartbeat for any of his clanmates. The tom as a special fondness for apprentices and kits, something he picked up from his father. Whenever he has some free time, he likes to make it a habit of visiting the queens and the kits, or tussling with the apprentices. He really loves to help the apprentice master new hunting or fighting moves that they learn in training.

History:

Born to two ShadowClan cats, the interests of the clan were weaved into his very being. He was part of an average size litter of kits. It was him, and his two sisters, Brindlekit and Lilykit, in the litter. Their mother, Morningwind, couldn't have been happier with the three kits and spoiled them from the moment they were born. Their father, Firestrike, was very proud and would brag to all his clanmates. The lucky parents couldn't stop talking about the kits, but the clan didn't mind hearing about them, considering most had their duties and could not watch the little ones.

Being the older and biggest of the bunch, he was in charge of watching and, occasionally harassing his baby sisters. Of course he was never mean to them, he just like to bother them when they were doing girly thing with each other. Though they'd harass each other, they still were very close.

As their apprentice days rolled around, they were anything but normal. Brindlepaw, Lilypaw and Jaggedpaw were always in some sort of trouble, never staying in camp when they were supposed to and always bothering the other clans. One day, a Riverlcan cat had walked into camp carrying a soggy Lilypaw and followed by a half drowned Jaggedpaw and mud caked Brindlepaw. They were held back three moons because of it.

When it finally came time to receive their warrior names, the trio thought it would be fun to have one last run around the territory before having to grow up, if only a little bit. They had managed to run all the way towards the Thunderpath, but as they were getting ready to head back for their ceremony, Lilypaw thought it would be a good idea to eat something before and managed to find a rather large rabbit. Unfortunately, she had caught it while on the ThunderPath and before she could get dash off of the black path, a monster came roaring by and slammed into her. Jaggedpaw rushed forward and grabbed her before anything else could happen. Brindlepaw was too shocked to do anything but stare wide eyed at him and his sister.

He tried his hardest to keep her wake on their trip back home, but as soon as he managed to drag her body into the middle of the clearing, Lilypaw had already passed away. Brindlepaw sat there next to her sister, bawling with Morningwind at her side. Jaggedpaw stood back, too shocked to get close, with Firestrike. The leader did not make a quite such formal ceremony for them, but he did grant each of them their new name.

Instead of the siblings standing alone to guard the camp together, they sat around their sister, the newly named Lilyblossom. In the morning, Jaggedleaf and Brindlefire, buried their sister, spending as long as they could with her before finally saying good bye.

Moons after the death of his sister, the leader had appointed him an apprentice, Featherpaw. The little apprentice, though she was frail, had the heart of a warrior. After only three moons of training with her, Jaggedleaf was sure she was ready to become a warrior. Unfortunately, Featherpaw never liked the way ShadowClan was or how Jaggedleaf taught her. The two fought the night before her ceremony and she left him and ShadowClan far behind her. He never hated her, and still doesn't, but he can't help the feeling that he did something to make her leave.

At the age of forty-one moons, the original deputy caught greencough and was never able to fully recover and ended up passing away. Jaggedleaf was then chosen to take his place, and now his parents and sister could never be happier.