Post by Kestrel on Jul 13, 2007 21:22:59 GMT -5
Wish upon a blood-red star
Name
Morbidwish.
Age
Unknown.
Gender
Female.
Appearance
Morbidwish is a stocky gray she-cat with thick black tabby stripes. Her eyes are pale yellow-gray.
Personality
Inner workings: Morbidwish is as twisted and black-hearted as they come. Once upon a time, she killed because she figured death was better; but she came to relish the power she wielded over the dead and dying, and as a result, over the living. She fancies herself a kind of grim reaper for the unfortunate cats who rub shoulders with her. She is clever and crafty, a quick-witted liar. Push her too hard, and she'll explode.
What the world sees: The mask Morbidwish puts on for the world is sweet and sincere. She seems kindly and knowledgable and endlessly patient. With her high-pitched, kittenish voice and her pure, undiluted honesty and compassion, she seems not only harmless but saintly.
History.
Morbidwish was born as Heatherkit in a distant Clan called LakeClan. She trained as a warrior for a few moons upon becoming an apprentice, but found herself drawn to the world of herbs and healing. She switched over to Medicine-cattery and excelled.
Heatherpaw had a natural aptitude for healing; her keen memory, her quick-thinking and steadyness...but even as an apprentice she was unusually naive and innocent. She was interested (and highly skilled) in the theory of medicine, but uncertain around ill cats.
She learned quickly, however, and in due course her mentor Palefeather deemed her ready to recieve a medicine cat's name.
But that night, tragedy struck. Her mother was murdered messily by a rogue, and Heatherpaw was stricken by grief.
The young apprentice lost her nerve. She seemed to forget much of what she had learned, and no longer felt confident in what she did.
Her father, Tatteredear, told her that all was well, and that her mother was in a better place now.
Heatherpaw took his words a little too literally.
Tatteredear wasted away and died sortly after, and once again, it was impressed upon his daughter that he was in a better place.
Heatherpaw moved on, and Palefeather granted her a medicine cat name: Heatherfoot.
Palefeather then retired.
Heatherfoot did was a medicine cat should do for a few moons. And for her, losing her mind was not a dramatic experience; it was subtle and understated. The whispers she heard in the dark at night were frightening but not too much so.
One morning in late leaf-bare, a kit called Spottedkit was brought to her with a cold. Heatherfoot looked Spottedkit over carefully, and was gathering her herbs, when a thought struck her.
What suffering awaits that kit later in life? Haunted by that thought, Heatherfoot moved to stand beside the kit. Shouldn't it be better if she went to a nicer place? Life is so cruel.
Too cruel for a kit. Heatherfoot fed Spottedkit a deathberry, and she died.
Being the only cat in the Clan with in-depth herbal knowledge was useful on that day; she informed the mother that Spottedkit had greencough, and not a stubborn cold. No one doubted her story.
But Heatherfoot had made the change. She was a killer now. She treated wounds with deathberries, laced herbs with deadly poison...cats in her Clan died faster than they had right to die. Yet still no one suspected her; after all, what Clan distrusts their Medicine Cat? They feared that StarClan was angry with them, or had abandoned them.
When the leader of LakeClan, Indigostar, fell ill, Heatherfoot poisoned him. She was exceptionally talented at using the wide variety of herbs that grew in LakeClan territory, and the combonation of herbs given to the leader made his memories of the past few days blurry. She told him he had lost a single life; he believed her, because his memories were too vague for him to know that he had really lost three lives.
Heatherfoot went for a walk with elder Palefeather. During their walk, she asked him if he really thought StarClan was a better place than the earth. Palefeather gave a nondescript answer, and when Heatherfoot asked him if he would rather be in StarClan, he began to feel suspicious.
Heatherfoot slit his throat and dragged him to the river, where she dumped the body. It was her first direct murder. Her Clan thought it the work of rogues.
Finally, though, after many moons of this, Indigostar had a dream. In this dream, StarClan showed him Heatherfoot's wrongs, and when he awoke, he instantly called a meeting and denounced her.
At first, Heatherfoot denied these claims with outrage, but her mask was slipping. Finally, she lost her hold entirely and began raging like a demon-- like the demon she was. Her Clan was deeply frightened.
Indigostar took her name away from her, and she became Morbidwish.
It took three warriors to restrain her. Indigostar ordered these cats to take her beyond the camp and kill her.
The warriors obeyed, but anger lent Morbidwish the strength to fight back the onslaught. She attacked fiercely, and drove off one of the warriors simply by sheer will and madness.
The other two, she not just killed but tore apart. The remaining warrior lead the Clan back to their maimed bodies...but only after many hours, when he was sure Morbidwish had gone.
Morbidwish left in exile. She travelled many long miles in search of another Clan; when she finds a suitable Clan, she intends to masquerade as a kind medicine cat seeking a home. When this Clan takes her in, she will do the same thing she has done in LakeClan; bring her silent, furative death.
Other
Her real name is Morbidwish, but she clams her name is Surewish.
Morbidwish.
Age
Unknown.
Gender
Female.
Appearance
Morbidwish is a stocky gray she-cat with thick black tabby stripes. Her eyes are pale yellow-gray.
Personality
Inner workings: Morbidwish is as twisted and black-hearted as they come. Once upon a time, she killed because she figured death was better; but she came to relish the power she wielded over the dead and dying, and as a result, over the living. She fancies herself a kind of grim reaper for the unfortunate cats who rub shoulders with her. She is clever and crafty, a quick-witted liar. Push her too hard, and she'll explode.
What the world sees: The mask Morbidwish puts on for the world is sweet and sincere. She seems kindly and knowledgable and endlessly patient. With her high-pitched, kittenish voice and her pure, undiluted honesty and compassion, she seems not only harmless but saintly.
History.
Morbidwish was born as Heatherkit in a distant Clan called LakeClan. She trained as a warrior for a few moons upon becoming an apprentice, but found herself drawn to the world of herbs and healing. She switched over to Medicine-cattery and excelled.
Heatherpaw had a natural aptitude for healing; her keen memory, her quick-thinking and steadyness...but even as an apprentice she was unusually naive and innocent. She was interested (and highly skilled) in the theory of medicine, but uncertain around ill cats.
She learned quickly, however, and in due course her mentor Palefeather deemed her ready to recieve a medicine cat's name.
But that night, tragedy struck. Her mother was murdered messily by a rogue, and Heatherpaw was stricken by grief.
The young apprentice lost her nerve. She seemed to forget much of what she had learned, and no longer felt confident in what she did.
Her father, Tatteredear, told her that all was well, and that her mother was in a better place now.
Heatherpaw took his words a little too literally.
Tatteredear wasted away and died sortly after, and once again, it was impressed upon his daughter that he was in a better place.
Heatherpaw moved on, and Palefeather granted her a medicine cat name: Heatherfoot.
Palefeather then retired.
Heatherfoot did was a medicine cat should do for a few moons. And for her, losing her mind was not a dramatic experience; it was subtle and understated. The whispers she heard in the dark at night were frightening but not too much so.
One morning in late leaf-bare, a kit called Spottedkit was brought to her with a cold. Heatherfoot looked Spottedkit over carefully, and was gathering her herbs, when a thought struck her.
What suffering awaits that kit later in life? Haunted by that thought, Heatherfoot moved to stand beside the kit. Shouldn't it be better if she went to a nicer place? Life is so cruel.
Too cruel for a kit. Heatherfoot fed Spottedkit a deathberry, and she died.
Being the only cat in the Clan with in-depth herbal knowledge was useful on that day; she informed the mother that Spottedkit had greencough, and not a stubborn cold. No one doubted her story.
But Heatherfoot had made the change. She was a killer now. She treated wounds with deathberries, laced herbs with deadly poison...cats in her Clan died faster than they had right to die. Yet still no one suspected her; after all, what Clan distrusts their Medicine Cat? They feared that StarClan was angry with them, or had abandoned them.
When the leader of LakeClan, Indigostar, fell ill, Heatherfoot poisoned him. She was exceptionally talented at using the wide variety of herbs that grew in LakeClan territory, and the combonation of herbs given to the leader made his memories of the past few days blurry. She told him he had lost a single life; he believed her, because his memories were too vague for him to know that he had really lost three lives.
Heatherfoot went for a walk with elder Palefeather. During their walk, she asked him if he really thought StarClan was a better place than the earth. Palefeather gave a nondescript answer, and when Heatherfoot asked him if he would rather be in StarClan, he began to feel suspicious.
Heatherfoot slit his throat and dragged him to the river, where she dumped the body. It was her first direct murder. Her Clan thought it the work of rogues.
Finally, though, after many moons of this, Indigostar had a dream. In this dream, StarClan showed him Heatherfoot's wrongs, and when he awoke, he instantly called a meeting and denounced her.
At first, Heatherfoot denied these claims with outrage, but her mask was slipping. Finally, she lost her hold entirely and began raging like a demon-- like the demon she was. Her Clan was deeply frightened.
Indigostar took her name away from her, and she became Morbidwish.
It took three warriors to restrain her. Indigostar ordered these cats to take her beyond the camp and kill her.
The warriors obeyed, but anger lent Morbidwish the strength to fight back the onslaught. She attacked fiercely, and drove off one of the warriors simply by sheer will and madness.
The other two, she not just killed but tore apart. The remaining warrior lead the Clan back to their maimed bodies...but only after many hours, when he was sure Morbidwish had gone.
Morbidwish left in exile. She travelled many long miles in search of another Clan; when she finds a suitable Clan, she intends to masquerade as a kind medicine cat seeking a home. When this Clan takes her in, she will do the same thing she has done in LakeClan; bring her silent, furative death.
Other
Her real name is Morbidwish, but she clams her name is Surewish.
You're not dying fast enough.
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