Volefoot of LeafClan [N/D]

[Sasha]

Picture:
_Clicketh

Name:
_Volefoot

Age:]
<sub>67 moons

Gender:
Tom

Clan:
LeafClan

Role:
Medicine Cat

Personality:
Volefoot is an old cat, and his patience with the world had drawn thin. He is snappy and crass, usually showing no sympathy to his patients as he works. He barley speaks, nodding or grunting in response to everyday announcements. When his jaws do part, what he has to say is usually not something a cat would want to hear. He takes pride in his work, using his exceptional skills to heal cats in his Clan with complete seriousness. Even if it is merely a kit with a wounded paw, Volefoot will work with eyes narrowed in concentration. Some cats he refuses to see the positives in life. What one cat says is a wonderful change is a waste of time to Volefoot; a refreshing new start is the beginning of the end, a killed mouse is more energy wasted, and so on. Yet, if a cat was to confide in Volefoot, to befriend him in what little way they can, they could see that the elderly medicine cat is anything but senile and grumpy. He is, in fact, a wise old tom with experience under his glowing copper eyes. He takes pleasure in watching the sun rise in the mornings, when his Clanmates are asleep and the camp is silent. He is not fond of kits, yet is an expert at making any kitting as successful and painless as it could be. He is searching currently for a new apprentice, knowing his days as a Medicine cat are wearing thinner. When it comes to Clan life, Volefoot could care less. He stays out of a leader’s decisions, glaring at him or her only when war is declared or asked if given any visions. He can be quiet snappy at a meeting or before cats march off to battle. To him, war is pointless if only giving him more work to do. Volefoot’s favorite motto that he repeats almost every time tension sparks is “Forgiveness is the sweetest revenge.” Perhaps his brother’s death made him feel so inclined to stop pointless fighting, or his bones are just to old to keep up with newly infected wounds and battle scars.

Description:
Volefoot has an abnormally thick coat all year round, leaving his nest to be unsurprisingly covered in fur. He is shorter than most cats, partly because of his fragile bones and partly because of his naturally stubby legs. Fur hangs off his body, swaying and swishing as he lumbers across camp. His paws are broad and flat, one considered perfect for swiping the muzzles of enemies, and now considered perfect for digging up roots. His muzzle is long and pointed, skinny compared to his thick coat. Volefoot pelt is a light tortoiseshell pattern, consisting of mainly tan and cream fur with darker black or brown flecks and splotches. His paws are jet black compared to the rest of his coat, earning him his unique name. His long, pointed ears are tipped with feathery black tips like those that stick out of Volefoot’s pads. His eyes are surprisingly bright, colored deep copper against a darker shaded mask. His nose leather and pads are both brick red molted with leather brown, and his claws are frayed, yellow and broken from lack of use. His whiskers are extremely long and black, marking further to the old sleekness of his body structure.

Kits:
None [Dislikes Them]

Mate:
None [Not Interested]

Family:
Adderstrike [Father - Dead]
Larkshadow [Mother - Dead]
Redpaw [Brother - Dead]
Squirrelfoot [Sister - Dead]
Shorthawk [Sister - Dead]
Sootbreeze [Nephew - Alive]
Frozenstream [Niece - Alive]

History:
Many seasons ago, there lived an ambitious warrior and a pretty queen.

Password:
I Love Dogs</sub>

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