Rustedpatch

[Cedar]

Name: Rustedpatch

Gender: She cat

Clan: Riverclan

Position: Medicine Cat

Age: Fifty-two [moons]

Appearance:
Rustedpatch is an attractive female with a fully white base coat. Well, you could say that its a light tan, but no, you should say white. Or eggshell. She has many rust color patches all along her body, and the top of her head is fully 'rusted'. The area above her nose is white, though.

Her middle stomach area, and multiple parts of her lower back are large patches of 'rust'. Parts of her back legs are rusted, and small parts of her front legs are rusted as well. Her tail is rusted, with darker 'rust' colored rings going across it multiple times.

One more thing, well, a few more things. Her eyes are a dark yellow, almost orange, and her nose is a bright vivid pink. Rustedpatch's whiskers are extremely long, and can sometimes be a problem. Oh, yes! Her lower jaw seems pink sometimes.

Personality:
Rustedpatch is a very caring cat, more caring then most cats, really. Some say it's because she is a medicine cat, but she says it's because she really does care. Since becoming a medicine cat, she has lost her patience and will snap at you if you disobey her or if refuse to take an herb. And believe me, she won't feel bad later.

This feline is loyal to the warrior code, but she would change a few things. And, well, fighting is a love/hate relationship with her. She hates fighting because it injures her clan mates, but she also loves it because she loves being a medicine cat, and she wouldn't trade that for anything.

Rustedpatch could be described as 'rude' or 'short tempered', both of those would be a pretty good description of her. This patched feline gets angry very easily, and has been known to hold grudges, even against the leader and the deputy. Most cats don't understand why she gets that way, but she does. And that's that.

This medicine cat believes in StarClan, and she holds a great hatred for those who don't believe, or who are planning against the clans. Rustedpatch has always been close to StarClan, and she feels as if she is the closest. She only believes people can be friends, because love is hard, but making the sacrifice for it it harder.

IC:
Rustedpatch looked up, and smiled at Nightpaw. "T, thanks," she whispered though the tears. Jayfeather was dead, DEAD. She couldn't save him, he had an unknown illness that had killed him. Had he eaten deathberries while she wasn't around? No, he didn't smell of them. She sighed softly, and the tears came again. Why did StarClan do this to her? Crystalstream, Whitestorm, and now Jayfeather. She wondered if it was because she loved Whitestorm, were they tormenting her? Was Whitestorm killing those she loved, because she had done it to him?

The questions kept coming, and Rustedpatch kept feeling guiltier by the second. She cried out in pain, looking at her paws, and she realized that she had been clawing at the earth so hard, one of her claws had started bleeding. She padded back into the den sadly, alone, scared, and got some cobwebs. She should take poppy seeds, but that would only calm her now. What about when she had to go face her clan? She had always been used to having somebody with her, helping her. Now she had to go at it alone. She tried to think back when she found him dying, and tried to remember if he said anything of importance...


"Hey, Jayfeather, I have so-" the herbs dropped from her mouth, her mentor was on the floor writhing in pain. "JAYFEATHER!" she yelped, running over to his side, "Whats wrong?' she asked, scared. Was he joking? Probably not. "H-hold on!" she whispered, running to get some poppy seeds, it would calm him down to where she could find out what was wrong. She pushed the seeds toward his mouth, and he lapped them up. He smiled nervously, "R-rustedpaw, I'm so proud of you, y-you deserve your name," he said before he erupted in a heap of coughing, "I call upon my warrior ancestors to watch over this medicine cat apprentice. She has trained hard in the ways of the medicine cat, and I hope you deem her worthy of being a medicine cat. Rustedpaw, from now on you shall be known as Rustedpatch."

The gray medicine cat's eyes were starting to glaze over, and she cried. "No! You can't leave me! Please, not yet! I'm not ready!" she yelled to him, desperately trying to find out what was wrong, and when she looked at him again, he looked peaceful. "You're ready young one, I must go," she heard the voice in her mind, and his body gave one final jerk before he went limp. "No..no no no..." she whispered, "NO!! WAKE UP!" this wasn't happening! She walked out of th-her den, and yelled. "Jayfeather is dead!"


What terrible misfortune, she thought sadly before returning to her clan mates. "We need to hold a vigil for him, Redstar," she murmered softly, going back into her den to get his body. She dragged Jayfeather to the middle of the camp, and started cleaning his fur. "You'll get to StarClan looking wonderful," she whispered, watching as her clan mates came to do the same for her, but she ignored the 'its okays' and 'it was his times'. It wasn't his time. He was young and strong, he should have lived longer. She loved the cats of StarClan, but this one time, she wondered... why?

She heard Lunaeyes talking about a patrol, and she shot a look at her. A glare, why was she talking about that now?! She saw the look Lightfoot gave her, and her eyes spoke. I don't know, he'd be mad, but she didn't care. She was grief stricken. She got angry at Lunaeyes, now. "That was two days ago!" she hissed, getting up and returning to the medicine cat's den. She would not call it her den, and once inside, she started sobbing silently.

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