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11 MOONS | TOM | HETERO | WINDCLAN | MED. CAT |
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+ trusting + capable + decisive + charming + curious | - calculating - manipulative - stubborn - sensitive - judgemental |
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For many cats, the Beetleberry they know is a cat that is hard to hate. Quiet in nature, he doesnât cause a stir or get under anyoneâs paws. He only peacefully inputs his thoughts when requested, and treats everyone with respect. Gentle in expression and words, heâs well known for sugar-coating and trying to make all news easy to swallow for everyone involved, and many are sure he couldnât hurt a fly if he wanted to. He appears a compassionate soul who cares deeply for all those he comes in contact with, a cat whoâd do anything to help anyone, but has had a bad run when it comes to the injuries that end up in his den. Heâs seen to have a pleasant sense of humour and a sweet sort of charm to him, paired with a playful, kit-like innocence at times. Heâs a cat who seems to have many friends and who always has the time and the ear for any cat who wants someone to talk to. If anything, heâs too soft for his own too, too quick to trust and easy to forgive. He seems to be easily hurt and feel everyoneâs emotions too hard.
However, the simple fact is that these âfactsâ as everyone believes them to be are nothing but a well-designed façade. There are some elements that are true, after all, he is a sensitive cat who is hurt easily, and a tad too quick to trust other cats around him to some degree. However, he handles those truly in a way different to the image he project. Calculating and observant, Beetleberry soaks up the world around him and figures out the best way to twist it to what he wants. Oh, does he know exactly what he wants. Decisive and stubborn, he doesnât let go of something once he has his mind set on it, and has an opinion on everything that crosses his mind. One that no cat could ever hope to change. Not that many would get that impression at any stage. He could care less about the cats around him, but that is through personal choice, rather than a lack of understanding. Though there will always be a small element of that involved too.
However, the key part of Beetleberry is for all his charm and gentle image, heâs a cold-blooded killer. He has no qualms about taking away the life of others and thrives at the idea of being in control of the fates of others. Unlike his image, he never forgives, and never forgets, and a big enough crime will have him sentence a cat without need for a leaderâs word. He looks down on all those around him except for medicine cats, believing them to be above all other cats in their ability to control whether others live or die, and in turn feels it is only his right to make the decisions on who should be removed from the situation.
Beetleberry can hold a grudge like few other cats. It sticks to his mind and his heart, especially if heâs trusted a cat beforehand. He never gives a second chance and would never even think of compromising himself to avoid situations. Everyone should be working around him, after all. He is a cat with a twisted sense of humour, deep down. Surprisingly, he does feel things deeply, and just maybe he doesnât understand them fully, and his view on life has separated him from having too many meaningful connections with those around him, even if they feel they are close to him themselves. For Beetleberry, most cats are just necessary pests. He keeps up his façade, and occasionally even enjoys being that cat. Talking and playing. But, then, a visit back to the den or a reminder why he hates a certain cat, and his mind is back to where it belongs.
Perhaps somewhere there is a redeemable cat still in him. A sensitive soul who is more like the façade than he would ever claim. However, as he truly grasps the power over life and death that he has, the question lies in if that cat can ever be truly revealed.
For many cats, the Beetleberry they know is a cat that is hard to hate. Quiet in nature, he doesnât cause a stir or get under anyoneâs paws. He only peacefully inputs his thoughts when requested, and treats everyone with respect. Gentle in expression and words, heâs well known for sugar-coating and trying to make all news easy to swallow for everyone involved, and many are sure he couldnât hurt a fly if he wanted to. He appears a compassionate soul who cares deeply for all those he comes in contact with, a cat whoâd do anything to help anyone, but has had a bad run when it comes to the injuries that end up in his den. Heâs seen to have a pleasant sense of humour and a sweet sort of charm to him, paired with a playful, kit-like innocence at times. Heâs a cat who seems to have many friends and who always has the time and the ear for any cat who wants someone to talk to. If anything, heâs too soft for his own too, too quick to trust and easy to forgive. He seems to be easily hurt and feel everyoneâs emotions too hard.
However, the simple fact is that these âfactsâ as everyone believes them to be are nothing but a well-designed façade. There are some elements that are true, after all, he is a sensitive cat who is hurt easily, and a tad too quick to trust other cats around him to some degree. However, he handles those truly in a way different to the image he project. Calculating and observant, Beetleberry soaks up the world around him and figures out the best way to twist it to what he wants. Oh, does he know exactly what he wants. Decisive and stubborn, he doesnât let go of something once he has his mind set on it, and has an opinion on everything that crosses his mind. One that no cat could ever hope to change. Not that many would get that impression at any stage. He could care less about the cats around him, but that is through personal choice, rather than a lack of understanding. Though there will always be a small element of that involved too.
However, the key part of Beetleberry is for all his charm and gentle image, heâs a cold-blooded killer. He has no qualms about taking away the life of others and thrives at the idea of being in control of the fates of others. Unlike his image, he never forgives, and never forgets, and a big enough crime will have him sentence a cat without need for a leaderâs word. He looks down on all those around him except for medicine cats, believing them to be above all other cats in their ability to control whether others live or die, and in turn feels it is only his right to make the decisions on who should be removed from the situation.
Beetleberry can hold a grudge like few other cats. It sticks to his mind and his heart, especially if heâs trusted a cat beforehand. He never gives a second chance and would never even think of compromising himself to avoid situations. Everyone should be working around him, after all. He is a cat with a twisted sense of humour, deep down. Surprisingly, he does feel things deeply, and just maybe he doesnât understand them fully, and his view on life has separated him from having too many meaningful connections with those around him, even if they feel they are close to him themselves. For Beetleberry, most cats are just necessary pests. He keeps up his façade, and occasionally even enjoys being that cat. Talking and playing. But, then, a visit back to the den or a reminder why he hates a certain cat, and his mind is back to where it belongs.
Perhaps somewhere there is a redeemable cat still in him. A sensitive soul who is more like the façade than he would ever claim. However, as he truly grasps the power over life and death that he has, the question lies in if that cat can ever be truly revealed.
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[attr="class","arrgenMAINTEXT"]Beetleberryâs family were never happy. That was the simple fact the small tom learned early. His mother was convinced by her own parents to mate with Trunktail, and in turn the two ended up stuck together. After all, Trunktail wouldnât let her raise the kits alone. It meant that for Beetlekit, Coalkit and Rook-kit, they were immediately sure of the fact that it was every cat from themselves. It meant the three kits grew up fighting among each other, wrestling and getting more aggressive than others over food and attention. Sootflower did what she needed to, but being around the kits made her uncomfortable, while Trunktail forced his strong words onto them.
As they grew older though, the three kits developed past petty fighting. Well most of them did. Beetlekit focused his energy on a different type of fighting, the type that involved the mind and twisting other kits into doing what he wanted. Coalkit kept to physical fighting, and Rook-kit, well, poor Rook-kit wasnât a fighter or a sweet-talker, and took the brunt of Coalkitâs bullying. Beetlekit remained indifferent for the most part, his siblings could have it out if they wanted. He instead focused more on his mother, trying to get some sort of reaction out of her. Eventually, he succeeded, when Beetlekit was sweet and quiet enough. That caught her attention.
It was a funny moment, when she took a liking to her son, and Beetlekit learned his first lesson. There were ways to make cats like you. Then, you could make them do anything. He convinced her to take him out of camp, to punish Rook-kit instead of Coalkit, then swap it around. He was just under six moons when Trunktail and Sootflower mated for another litter of kits, once again at family request. Beetlekit never understood why they would want more kits, and the news was met blankly. Well, whatever worked for them he supposed?
At six moons, Crowsight made the strange decision of making him medicine cat apprentice, and after spending little time in the tomâs company Beetlepaw didnât understand what the purpose of them even was. Surely warriors were the better part of the clan? He didnât argue though, instead turning his developing charm onto the medicine cat, and taking a mild interest in the herbs. Quickly though, that changed. Especially when Sootflower suffered a difficult birth, and was brought into the den. Beetlepaw witnessed Crowsight bring her back from the brink of death, and he was sold. That was it. Medicine cats could control life or death. No, he was honoured to be becoming one. They were much, much higher than warriors ever would be.
He got his chance to see it in practice too, which Rookpaw and Coalpaw were brought in, both badly injured after a sudden fight with rogues. Staring at his siblings, while Crowsight dealt with the warriors, he had a choice. He could save them both, or... he could choose. He wasnât sure what inspiring his choice, neither were of particular significance to him, but, he fixed Rookpawâs wounds. Staring down at Coalpaw, as her conditioned worsened, he considered that maybe he should fix her too. However, with her muttered words that he was useless, well, Beetlepaw proved her wrong. He let her lie there, wrapping up her limbs without anything else, and later as she suffered from the pain, he fed her the berries that Crowsight had hidden at the very back of his stores. The deathberries. He sat there, and watched, until she joined StarClan, before returning to his nest. That morning, he let Crowsight find her body, and hand over the news.
Maybe he should have felt bad. But all Beetlepaw felt was powerful. He delved further into his training than ever before. he wanted to know everything, from the smallest leaf to the biggest root. He wanted to know the obvious and the only rumoured treatments and conditions. As illness once more crept into the clan, Beetlepaw was determined to learn more. However, his urge to learn was stopped, quite suddenly, as Crowsight fell sick. Beetlepaw did what he could for the tom, deperate to learn more. However, the tom succummed quickly, barely able to share any last remains of knowledge. It left the black tom at a loss, and feeling... grief. He supposed that was what it was. Crowsight had been the closest thing he could have had to a family.
The death was something he struggled to compose himself over. Unlike with Coalpaw, this death he hadn't been able to control. But... maybe that just meant he needed to train harder, to learn more than Crowsight had. He would control life and death; what he had seen to be possible. And a sweeping illness was the perfect time to learn. He returned from speaking with StarClan as Beetleberry, and words of warning in his ears.
As they grew older though, the three kits developed past petty fighting. Well most of them did. Beetlekit focused his energy on a different type of fighting, the type that involved the mind and twisting other kits into doing what he wanted. Coalkit kept to physical fighting, and Rook-kit, well, poor Rook-kit wasnât a fighter or a sweet-talker, and took the brunt of Coalkitâs bullying. Beetlekit remained indifferent for the most part, his siblings could have it out if they wanted. He instead focused more on his mother, trying to get some sort of reaction out of her. Eventually, he succeeded, when Beetlekit was sweet and quiet enough. That caught her attention.
It was a funny moment, when she took a liking to her son, and Beetlekit learned his first lesson. There were ways to make cats like you. Then, you could make them do anything. He convinced her to take him out of camp, to punish Rook-kit instead of Coalkit, then swap it around. He was just under six moons when Trunktail and Sootflower mated for another litter of kits, once again at family request. Beetlekit never understood why they would want more kits, and the news was met blankly. Well, whatever worked for them he supposed?
At six moons, Crowsight made the strange decision of making him medicine cat apprentice, and after spending little time in the tomâs company Beetlepaw didnât understand what the purpose of them even was. Surely warriors were the better part of the clan? He didnât argue though, instead turning his developing charm onto the medicine cat, and taking a mild interest in the herbs. Quickly though, that changed. Especially when Sootflower suffered a difficult birth, and was brought into the den. Beetlepaw witnessed Crowsight bring her back from the brink of death, and he was sold. That was it. Medicine cats could control life or death. No, he was honoured to be becoming one. They were much, much higher than warriors ever would be.
He got his chance to see it in practice too, which Rookpaw and Coalpaw were brought in, both badly injured after a sudden fight with rogues. Staring at his siblings, while Crowsight dealt with the warriors, he had a choice. He could save them both, or... he could choose. He wasnât sure what inspiring his choice, neither were of particular significance to him, but, he fixed Rookpawâs wounds. Staring down at Coalpaw, as her conditioned worsened, he considered that maybe he should fix her too. However, with her muttered words that he was useless, well, Beetlepaw proved her wrong. He let her lie there, wrapping up her limbs without anything else, and later as she suffered from the pain, he fed her the berries that Crowsight had hidden at the very back of his stores. The deathberries. He sat there, and watched, until she joined StarClan, before returning to his nest. That morning, he let Crowsight find her body, and hand over the news.
Maybe he should have felt bad. But all Beetlepaw felt was powerful. He delved further into his training than ever before. he wanted to know everything, from the smallest leaf to the biggest root. He wanted to know the obvious and the only rumoured treatments and conditions. As illness once more crept into the clan, Beetlepaw was determined to learn more. However, his urge to learn was stopped, quite suddenly, as Crowsight fell sick. Beetlepaw did what he could for the tom, deperate to learn more. However, the tom succummed quickly, barely able to share any last remains of knowledge. It left the black tom at a loss, and feeling... grief. He supposed that was what it was. Crowsight had been the closest thing he could have had to a family.
The death was something he struggled to compose himself over. Unlike with Coalpaw, this death he hadn't been able to control. But... maybe that just meant he needed to train harder, to learn more than Crowsight had. He would control life and death; what he had seen to be possible. And a sweeping illness was the perfect time to learn. He returned from speaking with StarClan as Beetleberry, and words of warning in his ears.
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BEETLE; for his black pelt, | BERRY; for his healing abilities. |
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[attr="class","arrappCONTACT"]PM, tag in the discord server.
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