BASIC INFORMATION

Name: Patchkit | Patchpaw | Patchfeather
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior/Queen
Past Mentor: Shalestone
Apprentice: Mountainpaw

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SKILLS AND WEAKNESSES

APPEARANCE

Book Description: Small white she-cat with black and orange patches, a black tail, and odd eyes.
Fur: White
Markings: Orange and black patches on her head, along her shoulders, back, and sides, and a black tail with a white tip.
Eyes:
Right Eye: Blue
Left Eye: Amber
Scars:----
Accessories:---
Etc. Two semi-prominent "fangs"

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PERSONALITY

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BACKSTORY

Mother: Smidge
Father: Otto
Brother[s]: Russet (fate unknown), Harebelly (Deceased), Slugstep, Mothpaw (Missing)
Sister[s]: Pearkit (deceased)
Son[s]: Ryekit (ETA July 4th, 2016)
Daughter[s]: Mottlekit, Badgerkit (ETA July 4th, 2016)

History:

Before Patchfeather:

Otto and Smidge were completely ordinary barn cats.

Occasionally doted on by the children on the farm, but pretty much left alone otherwise as long as they kept it rat-free. Every so often, when the weather was bad enough, they were allowed inside the farmhouse, but for the most part, they were outside cats and they didn't mind it much. Neither had been born there. Otto had been picked out of a cardboard box by one of the older children while in town and Smidge had been dumped on the long dirt road that led towards the property, and while their pasts had not been the happiest or the easiest, their lives on the farm were okay and they were happy. But after moons of friendship and day after day of filling their bellies with mice, water, and the occasional bowl of milk, they felt that something was missing. They put their heads together over many chats, watching rainy days and sunny summer afternoons as they passed, until they realized what exactly they were missing.

A family.

And so they made the decision to start one of their very own. Maybe the big hairless things in the house would take them inside and make one a pampered housepet, or give them off to nice, new homes, but neither of them would mind if the barn ended up with a few more sets of paws. After all, there was more than enough food and plenty of room. They could have many a litter before the barn was full to bursting.

After Patchfeather:

Smidge had hoped for a larger litter. One hundred kits, she joked, would have been nice. She loved the idea of raising a family. She loved the idea of kits crawling all over her and she wouldn't much mind if she spent most of her time surrounded by little ones. Otto assured her that one hundred was maybe too many all at once, but that he was excited himself. The day rolled around, and after an early morning labor, six little bundles of fluff and fuzz were nestled up against the first-time mother's belly. Patch, though she was the smallest, was the loudest and the first-born. She was followed in rather quick succession by her sister, Pear, and her brother Russet. Hare and Moth came not long after and Slug, true to the name, came last after a good, long wait.

Patch quickly asserted herself as the most dominant personality of the bunch. She was always the first to her mother's side for meals, and always the first to crawl away. She was loud and bossy, but Smidge adored her smallest kit. All that personality in such a small cat; she couldn't wait for her to grow up. She'd make an excellent mouser; she just knew it. The rest of the kits weren't quite as intense as their sister, but none of them were ever quiet for long and as they grew, it turned out that they were more fond of trouble than the kit their mother had figured would be the hardest to handle.

Patch, though, had never stopped being loud. It turned out that she was just bossy, and not trouble. Her mother finds it absolutely amusing to this day that her daughter is already so opinionated and bright. They're all smart, but when they are alone, Smidge sometimes admitted to her mate that Patch might just be her favorite, even if you aren't supposed to pick favorites.

Being young and curious, the kits soon found plenty of ways to get into trouble. The twolegs hadn't taken any of the kittens inside, possibly because Smidge had done a bit too good of a job of hiding them, but they also weren't allowed to leave the barn. too dangerous, according to Otto, for six very small kits. There were birds and things, and big animals to step on them, and neither parents wanted to risk it.

Well, the kits weren't having that, except maybe Russet, who was content to stay in the barn where it was warm and where food was always just within reach. Patch and the rest of the gang made a great escape one day, dashing out through a hole in the wall when Smidge and Otto were hunting. Before either parents could notice they were gone, the kits were out and on their way to the woods nearby.

But as kits tend to do, because they don't quite know how to find their way home again, the five of them got horribly lost. Patch eventually came up with the idea to hide under a rocky protrusion, to protect them from bad weather, or big things that would want to eat them, until their parents found them. After all, Russet had seen them leave. If Smidge and Otto hadn't noticed their kits were missing already, their brother would have told them. Except Smidge and Otto never did find them. Patch, now, is still sure they had been looking, but Oakclan found them first and the kits had all been cold, tired, and hungry enough to follow a few strange cats back to their home.

Patch had been wary of the strangers, but it had seemed like the better option. Even she was hungry enough to go back with them. Their parents would just have to look a little bit harder to find them then before. They were given new names-that was a bit strange, but whatever. She would accommodate them until she could go home-and they were placed in the nursery. After a few days, neither Otto nor Smidge showed up, and even Patch gave up on going home. She embraced her new life, and it's foreign culture. She grew to love it, and after a while, she grew out of the nursery.


Apprentice Days 

  After a while, she, and a few other kits from the nursery, were named as apprentices. Patchkit, now Patchpaw,  made herself perfectly comfortable in a new den, in a new nest. It was a little odd, but there had been plenty of familiar faces around her and so it was okay. She liked her mentor, and was determined to show Shalestone, and everyone else for that matter, that she was perfectly capable of absolutely everything and isn't afraid of anything. Making friends still isn't entirely easy, but she knows she has at least one. Beetlepaw was cool, and though she didn't always get along with all of her brothers and her sister, she knew they'd have her back. 

Until they didn't.

Losing Pearkit was sudden and unexpected, but illness is not picky and the young succumb to it's wills so easily.

She got over it eventually. She had to really. Not long after, a bigger change came her way.

Warrior Days 

Her days as a warrior are incredibly busy. It's difficult, balancing friendships and work, and making sure the cats under her supervision are trained into capable warriors.. It's not easy, but Patchfeather greatly enjoys it. Every little ounce of it, from waking up to crawling into her nest each night, has her smiling in her sleep. Of course, not all of it is easy and not everything is happy. She's lost another sibling, and she misses Harebelly dearly, but at least he lives on in a gaggle of kits, always underfoot and impossible to forget. It's not the same as having him around, but it'll do. And it's not like she's the only one of her litter left, anyway. Slugstep is still standing (Mothpaw's gone missing, which is concerning); her family still lingers on. 

And she's not lacking in friendships either, though there is one that has flourished more than the others.

Patchfeather has known Beetleclaw for most of her life. They've been fast and steadfast friends ever since they were little kits in the nursery, playing make-believe with acorns and having a good old time. They were friends as apprentices, just beginning to know what it was like to feel busy but still finding time to just goof off, and they're the best of friends as warriors. Sure, they don't get to spend as much time just goofing off and having fun, but at least they can go on patrols together, and have nests near each other, and spend as much free time as possible together.....

They're mates now. She's pretty sure that no one is all that surprised by the fact. she couldn't be happier, honestly. It feels very much like fate and like the world's giving her some kind of a gift for persevering through it all. She's experienced a few losses in her short life (she's down to one sibling left out of the five she had), but it's okay. She's been strong, and now they're in love and they're going to start a little family of their own.

Being a mother hadn't been in her plans when she'd been just a kit herself, but she can't help but admit she's excited for the opportunity now, and she couldn't have a better cat by her side to do it with. 

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