Bloodthorn | MGH | Timberclan Medicine Cat

Name: Bloodthorn
    NickNames:  Blood, Prickles (NEVER CALL HIM THIS) Ghost
    Past Names: Bloodkit- Bloodpaw
Name meaning-
Blood- Bloodthorn's father named him 'Blood' after his fur was stained with his dying mother's blood. His father didn't know about his blood colored eyes at the time of Bloodthorn's birth.

Thorn- A symbol of his medicine cat rank and for his precise treatment... and his prickly nature.

Age: 37 moons
    Birthday: --
    Birth Season: Leaf fall
Gender: Male
Clan: Timberclan
Rank: Medicine cat 
Breed: Moggy

S e x u a l i t y

Orientation : Doesn't know
Overview : Bloodthorn does not openly show affection for any gender and isn't one to chase after someone. Out of character he is Pansexual and willing to love anyone, but thinks no one will ever love him like a mate would.

Opinion : TBA

Turn-Ons : X

Turn-Offs : X

Activity : Virgin
Shippings : 

F a m i l y

Mother : Juniperfrost
Father : Silvercrest

Siblings :  

Frostpaw (Half sister, Shared father)

Mate : 

P e r s o n a l i t y

+ Traits-

Focused
Loyal
Comforting
Wise
Skilled

=Traits
Fickle
Stubborn
Protective

- Traits

H i s t o r y

{Before Birth}

A young Iceclan warrior by the name of Silvercrest was hunting when he met a rogue she cat named Juniper, she was fascinated with the clans and how they lived, so the pale tom arranged with his leader to have her join. The tabby she-cat was named Juniperfrost after her her bright blue eyes, but she wasn't made a full warrior, instead she helped around camp and became a full time queen. Silvercrest was entranced by her and fell in love instantly, the two cats spent alot of time together before he asked her to be his mate and she agreed happily. Soon after becoming mates Juniperfrost became pregnant, the small she cat was frail and the medicine cat warned her that it would be a tough pregnancy, it wasn't without it's risks. Juniperfost brushed the warning off, she was happy as long as her kits were healthy, but Silvercrest was less then pleased. He would rather his mate be here there then some kittens. The two constantly bickered about it, resulting in Juniperfrost becoming very stressed, thats when it happened. She went into kitting early.

It was a long and painful process, Juniperfrost was almost gone by the time the last, stark white runt was born. The three other kits were still-born and Silvercrest was distraught, he ignored his shivering child and pleaded with his mate to hold on. But it was too late. She had lost too much blood to the complicated birthing, but the beautiful she cat smiled at their kit. "Silvercrest I-i'm happy, at least our son is safe. Please, name him after m-my mother-..." But with her last words she let her head fall the to nest where she rested. Silvercrest shut down completely, refusing to let his mate be burried.

The medicine cat pleaded with the new father, he needed to name his son, but the  tom just turned to the she-cat with a snarl "Name him Bloodkit for all I care! It's his fault she is gone, that worthless piece of flesh is not my son! I hope he drowns in her blood that he spilled!" With that he dragged his mate out of the medicine cat den and into the clearig, pushing the crying kit forcefully to the side as he went to grieve with the clan.

It was later found that the kit had blood-red eyes that were quite rare among the clans, so it was decided that the name Bloodkit would be kept.

{Kithood}

{Apprenticeship}

Bloodpaw became the medicine cat apprentice and was thrill, he spent his time learning herbs and how to find them, picking the herbs so that they could keep growing. His mentor, Hollybranch, was the she-cat who birthed him and she felt a strong connection to the Albino apprentice, thus requesting him as her apprentice. Bloodpaw found that he had a knack working precisely and comforting cats through their pain. At one point he was given a somber task, to sit and comfort an elder as he quietly passed away. Emberlight was a very old elder and had no living family, many herbs had been used to prolong his life, but in the moons leading up to leafbare he refused to let Hollybranch waste anymore herbs on him. Bloodpaw sat quietly while he listened to the old tom speek fondly of memories, but the rasping voice came to a stop as the grey elder started having a hard time breathing. The albino apprentice felt hot tears run down his face, letting his red eyes scan the elder's struggling flank. "Don't cry for me, squirt. You are going to be a medicine cat, you can't save everyone. Be content with the cats you save and ease the passing of the ones you can't, we will all be welcomed into starclan sooner or later." The elder gave a struggling chuckle as he rested a paw on the small tom's shoulder. "Keep your head up, young one, you will do good work for the clan, I feel it in my whiskers." With that, the dark furred elder rested his head on the comfortable nest, gave a sigh of relief as he was whisked away to hunt among the stars. Bloodpaw watched as Emberlight was buried, his faith in his abilities renewed as he wanted to make him proud.

At 26 moons Bloodpaw had become Bloodthorn, though his training was not yet over. That is when Frostkit came along. Bloodthorn's father had gone and made a life with another she cat and had kits, and that she-cat wanted bloodthorn to know his sister so she introduced them. Bloodthorn was thrilled to have a sister and he often played with her when he wasn't upholding his duties. Longfang had gotten his warrior name and the two were as close as ever, and slowly but surely Bloodthorn found himself longing for his best friends company in a new and unusual way. He noticed he didn't look at she cats like he looked at Longfang, tossing around the idea that maybe he liked the large tom more then just a friend. But he never acted on his feelings.

{Medicine cat}

Hollybranch felt it time to step down and become an elder, thus naming Bloodthorn the full Medicine cat, but the albino tom's joy at receiving his full rank was ruined by a wave of green cough that spread through the clan during the dark cold moons of leaf-bare. Longfang became ill with Greencough, but refused to tell Bloodthorn about it. He could power through it, he would not be a burden on his best friend...
Unknown to the rest of the warriors in the den, Longfur passed away in his sleep, and was discovered in the morning. Bloodthorn couldn't believe it, he should have seen the signs, he should have saved him, he could have save him...
Ever since then he began growing cold and detached, even from his younger sister. He rarely left his den, building a wall of seriousness and coldness around himself. 

P h y s i c a l  S t a t e :

Stats:

Attack:  3/10 --- 
Defense: 4/10 --- 
Speed: 7/10 --- 
Stamina: 4/10 --- 
Intelligence/Tactics: 9/10 ---

Skills:

Hunting: 2/10 --- 
Fishing: 0/10 ---- 
Swimming : 4/10 --- 
Climbing: 5/10 ---- 
Running: 6/10 --- 
Fighting: 1/10 --- 
Tactics: 7/10 --- 
Herbal Knowledge: 10/10 ---- 
Faith in Starclan: 10/10---- 

Appearance:

l Eyes l Deep blood red with pink highlights
l Fur Length l Medium
l Fur Color l Stark white
l Fur Texture l Quite soft and clean
l Scars l None

R e l a t i o n s h i p s :

 - Neutral (Negative) |  - Dislike |  - Hate |

 - Trusts |  - Relies On|  - Seeks Guidance From |

 - Likes |  - Friend |  - Best Friend | 

  - Annoyed By |  - Jealous of | 

 - Physical Attraction |  - Crush |  - Major Crush | 

 - Family |  - Love |  - Has Mated With |  - Current Mate l 

 - Neutral (Positive) |  - Discomfort |  - Guilt |

 - Respect |  - Admires |  - Idolizes | 

 | Mentor/Apprentice |

------------------------------------------------

Timberclan

Meadowclan

Roleplay Example :
Roleplay from The-Blue-Tides 

Spicetongue felt his eyes widen slightly at Sootfall's words, he took a slight step back as if her emotion could harm him. He couldn't tell if he should be mad or not, he has never cared about what other cats think of him, but for some reason... She did? why...
The large warrior felt his chest tighten before he gave a small nod and sat down, his thick tail thumping the ground behind him. "Don't be too disappointed if this doesn't work, Soot. Your brother seems to have made up his mind already." His voice was steady as he spoke, green eyes staring intently at the smaller tom as if he were a mouse. A primal urge to assert his dominance over the more skittish tom clearly was not helping the situation.

ROLEPLAYING METHODS:
 OPEN for NOTE RPs!
 OPEN for COMMENT RPs!
 OPEN for SKYPE RPs!

Bloodthorn (c) CariChimera 
Morning-Glory-Hills