Thrushfang - nagnagnag

[Hardy]

Name | Thrushfang

Gender | She-cat

Age | Forty-eight moons

Rank | Elder

Clan | StreamClan

Beliefs| Thrushfang is strong in her beliefs, but dead cats don't play a large part in her life. She doesn't preach about StarClan, she doesn't pray to them, she doesn't think that they are more powerful than a dream and perhaps something more. They inspire young felines, they give advice to medicine cats, and let leaders receive their nine lives. She doesn't feel any real loyalty to her ancestors though, because her parents were both rogues and she's sure that rogues don't go to StarClan when they die.

Parents | [np] Devi - Mother ; Jingo - Father [np]
both deceased

Siblings | two stillborn brothers [np]

Mate | too old.

Crush | none.

Kits | too old.

Appearance | Thrushfang looks like your stereotypical street cat, with her crippled limb, torn ears, and her shaggy, matted pelt. She has a brown base coat that varies in shades, but most of the color is overlaid by black, mackerel tabby stripes. Her course fur is quite thick and keeps her warm during leaf-bare, but if not treated to daily, it gets tangled very easily. And she never grooms herself. The light hue on her chest and the white that covers her legs and belly are often showered with dust and dirt.

This elder's build is rather heavyset, more masculine than feminine. However, her left back limb was broken in two and healed badly so that it seems smaller and frailer than the other three. She can walk in an uneven hobble, but can barely put any weight onto her practically useless leg.
Thrushfang's long fur hides many scars from her life in the streets and in the forest. Born as a rogue, she had to fight to survive before she could rest in the more civilized lifestyle of a Clan cat's. It was horrifying for the she-cat when she realized she couldn't continue being a strong, able warrior. Her accident, fortunately, didn't mutilate the rest of her body other than her left limb.

Thrushfang's bushy tail is helpful in keeping her balance, even though she never attempts to climb trees anymore. Her yellow-green eyes are large and spark with the fierce desire to be as independent as possible.

Personality | You would think Thrushfang is still a hardy, determined warrior if it wasn't for reality, the fact that she is just an elder. Thrushfang's accident only crippled her leg, definitely not her dream. She is brave, bold and loves challenging events like the comings of leaf-bare, but there's always frustration burning inside of her because she can't actually do anything much to help. In her opinion, elders are useless. She is useless. Unless, of course, she hunts and fights like any worthy Clan cat should.

However, fighting is completely barred from her life. She can't move fast enough to dodge blows. More stress on her fragile limb would undoubtedly mean aches and unwanted pity for a week. And she loathes pity. Pity is only for the ones too weak to face pain and she believes that she's tougher than a bull. Strong-minded, fierce, hard-hearted -- those are probably her most noticeable traits. Thrushfang was well-named; along with her unwavering soul she has a short temper and keen wits, definitely not one to be messed with.

She has no patience for laziness at all. Many a cat has jumped at least once by her sudden tongue-lashing tantrums. All cats, especially warriors and apprentices, should always be training and hunting and patrolling. All cats should always be alert and prepared for combat; who knows, if a careless feline was on night-guard duty and was distracted by something irrelevant, and another Clan attacked them in their sleep, where would StreamClan be then? Despite being an elder, Thrushfang's like a drill sergeant, forever barking orders and doing what she can to live up to her ever-growing reputation of her determination.

And harsh discipline, of course.

Don't get me wrong, though; this she-cat isn't paranoid about the warrior code and her Clan's readiness in battle. She's just loyal and wants the best for StreamClan, which she obviously cannot give herself due to her injured hind leg. StarClan forbid her to lose the use of her other one!

Skills | Thrushfang's left hind leg was broken in two places in a tragic monster accident. She was a great cat on the battlefield and on the hunting grounds, and after her injury she still strived to be a warrior her Clan could be proud of. She always tries to catch weak prey to prove that even as an elder, she can serve her Clan mates in the way she's always wanted.

History | Thrushfang was named Jingo after her deceased father, who was killed trying to save his pregnant mate from a hungry fox. The red-furred creature grabbed his dead body and ran off. Devi couldn't do anything at all. The next day, early in the morning, she gave birth to three kittens. Two were stillborn. One was vigorous and already squirming and squeaking. That one lived.

Jingo's parents used to live on the edge of the forest, but after the father's death, Devi and her kit moved to the city. It wasn't very busy or crowded; just enough to have dark alleyways, honking cars, and plenty of noise. They lived on mice, rats, and scraps from garbage cans. Pretty poor pickings, but at least they fared better than other more unfortunate cats.

One night, Devi acted strangely. Foam bubbled at the corners of her mouth and she made retching movements even though nothing came out of her mouth. She moaned in pain and her pelt was hot with fever. By the time the moon had slipped back behind the horizon and the sun had risen into the pale, dawn sky, it was over. Devi was dead, poisoned. Jingo distanced herself away from her mother, not understanding the cause of the unexpected death. Nevertheless, she fled the city and the bad memories that clung to it. She found the forest, the very one her sire had died in, and decided to live there. It had a much more peaceful atmosphere than the crowded streets and the only dangers were predators like coyotes and badgers. Jingo could avoid them; she was strong, fully mature, and ready to defend herself. She would survive.

And she did.

But then, something happened that changed her solitary live forever. She was used to living alone with her shadow as her only companion, so the arrival of ForestClan startled her greatly. She went into hiding, watching the others with veiled interest. It wasn't long before a patrol caught her, however. StreamClan found her spying on the camp and, admiring her fierce spirit, asked if she would like to join. Jingo accepted almost immediately and was a warrior before she knew it. Until, of course, she broke her leg. Not only once, but twice in the same accident. A monster crashed into her, injuring her left limb so badly that at first, Thrushfang couldn't walk. Weeks, then moons, passed until she was allowed out of camp. And she was still very shaky.

Her leader had no choice but to make her an elder, even though she refused countless times. He retired her in private and Thrushfang was a spitting bundle of fury. She could walk! She could fight! She could hunt! Well, not really, but she insisted that she could anyway. However, her protests were useless. Now she is either found roaming the forest, trying to exercise her crippled leg, or trying to pick off the slower, weaker prey that she can manage to catch. You can't shake off Thrushfang that easily.

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