beigeheart - hailclan

[fable]

BEIGEHEART
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NAME
Beigeheart
+ Beige: His beige colored pelt.
+ Heart: His spirit and loving personality.

GENDER
♂

AGE
36 Moons

ALLIANCE
HailClan Elder

SUMMARY
A beige furred tom with topaz-amber eyes.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Handsome, sturdy, muscular... Those are a few of the many physical traits that describe Beigeheart's appearance. He is quite the handsome young tom, with his sandy brown, white, beige, and tan colored pelt, with little to no markings. With soft looking fur, many may be puzzled at his position as an elder. He is just too young. Looking upon his back leg, however, the right hind stands out amongst his pelt. His hind legs drags uselessly along the ground behind him, with no feeling. He can still walk, of course, but he can not run, climb, hunt, or fight. He could try, and perhaps he would be a good fighter, but his clan mates do not want to risk his life by doing so. Despite this inconvenience, he is a very sturdy tom. With a muscular body and a hefty torso, he looks like quite the powerful cat.

One look at him shows just how friendly he is to other cats. You can see his friendly face, etched with seriousness, but he is a very friendly tom. His eyes are a beautiful colour of liquid amber. It's a very dark amber, with a hint of yellow around the pupil. There are white rims around the bottom of his eyes, surrounded by darker gray before his shades of beige fan out. His nose is surprisingly the same color as his eyes, almost, without the reflection lights and speckles, and different shades. This fluffy haired warrior may look serious and tense, but when you see his face soften, you see his friendly behavior.

PERSONALITY
Friendly, and gentle, you already learned this part of his personality. He is friendly to all cats in his clan, welcoming them to speak to him, and the company he gets with his clan mates. It can be lonely being a young cat in the elder's den, and not being able to join the clan on patrols, as he had always wanted. He loves apprentices, but he usually tries to change his den's moss for himself, and not burden them with that boring task. He follows orders well, not that he has many to follow, anyways. He finds it sad to bury dead clan mates. It'll be a long time before he is one of them, many moons until he dies. He doesn't think about that often. He has long since accepted his rank as an elder because he would be more of a burden than a help to his clan if he was out in the forest hunting and patrolling. They would constantly be hauling him off the ground, veering his leg off of sharp paths, and worrying about if he would slip or fall.

Selfless, more so. Although he is very happy, at times, he does not think of himself more than other cats. He cares dearly about his sister and wishes she wasn't so rash and hostile, for she puts herself in danger that could get her hurt. And he can no longer protect her; he can't fight. Sometimes he thinks if he gets in the way, then cats won't bother her, but he doubts it. It's for him, that she is so defensive and rash, thinking she has to defend him against her clan mates. He gets self conscious and embarrassed when she exercises such actions. He feels as though cats are paying him attention. Despite this, he adores new kits, and often is the first to the nursery to visit them. He often takes walks through the territory on good days, and hasn't got into trouble so far with cats from other clans.

HISTORY
Beigeheart was born in HailClan, along with Tawnystripe. They were both born in the same litter, not far apart from each other. Beigekit was named for his 'beige' coloured markings, while Tawnykit was named for her tawny markings resembling a tawny owl. As kits they were an adventurous pair. Always trying to sneak out, and play pranks on the senior warriors. They had the time of their lives, always having fun. Beigekit turned out to be the calmer, more careful kit in the litter, thinking about his actions before doing them. Tawnykit was full of spunk, very defensive and armed with a tongue sharp enough to scratch stone. Despite the differences, they were the best of friends all the way through their kithood, and into the time they became apprentices.

As an apprentice, Beigepaw excelled in hunting and stalking silently through rough terrain. He wasn't as much a fighter, despite how strong he appeared. Tawnypaw happened to be the fighter of the two, sharp claws, fierce spirit, spunk, and the right attitude. Together, they would create the perfect warriors. Separate, they had flaws. They usually trained together, and excelled together. Not much else exciting happened during their apprenticeship.

When Beigepaw and Tawnypaw became warriors, they couldn't be happier. Everything was going right on course. Until, one day, something terrible happened. Beigeheart was hunting through the territory one night, during a fierce storm. There was a small break in the clouds, when he caught the fish, and slipped. He fell into the river, which, away from the small portion of calm water he was fishing in, was in full flood. He tried to swim but he wasn't powerful enough to fight against the flood. Floundering desperately, he was only rescued when his flailing hind leg got caught beneath two rocks. But it wasn't a rescue. Like a vice, the rocks served as nothing but a weapon against his leg, and from the force of the river, the weight of his body, and pressure all combined, his leg snapped.

Broken bones splintered through the leg where the rocks applied nothing but a place to hold the leg in place, and as the permanent injury set in, his desperate screech of agony was left to be drowned out from the storm. In a last attempt of consciousness, however, he was just able to haul himself onto one of the rocks that caught his leg, before he drifted into blackness. When he next awoke, he was lying in the medicine den. His leg ached, badly, and as he looked around he saw the remainders of his leg, broken and battered. Over time the leg healed enough to look slightly normal, but the bones did not heal properly, and his leg was unable to be saved. Although he feels no pain in it now, it drags behind him, useless and feeling less. There was no way he could remain a warrior.

When he was able to walk, his leader called a ceremony and him to the front. He could feel the pity of his clan mates flashing against his pelt as he limped forward, and looked up at his leader. He had not been told, but he could guess what was going to happen. "Beigeheart," his leader's voice was strong, but solemn. "You are still a young warrior, and have many moons left in you. But there is no way that I can put you in risk by having you remain to be a warrior," that was the leader's way of saying "you are useless". "By the power of StarClan, I confine you to the elder's den." There were no more words that needed to be said. Beigeheart bowed his head in sad acceptance, and allowed his clan mates to call his name and say their apologies.

His life of a warrior was ended early, but Beigeheart still remained a happy spirit. He took walks around the territory, sometimes trying to hunt, with difficulty. His leg made noise as he dragged it along. But he didn't want to live in the elder's den for the rest of his life, so he continued his walks. The only troubles he had now, was his sister's sharp defensiveness of him. She was disgusted with the way other cats looked at him, and felt as though there was nothing wrong with him, as a sister should.