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Description
Name: Murkjaw
Age: 52 moons
Gender: Male
Rank: Warrior

Father: Unknown Loner
Sibling: Mudnose

HISTORY:

Kit-hood

Murkjaw had a rambunctious kit-hood with his brother, Mudnose. The two of them always wrestled and play fought, almost more than the average kit would. They were both very strong and many thunderclan cats who visited the nursery spoke openly about what great warriors they would make one day! That being said they weren't exactly angels.

One of the biggest issues was that they had to be reminded constantly to sheath their claws. In fact, a quarter moon before their apprentice ceremony, both of them were threatened with being held back after inflicting scratches on a younger denmate. Most of the incidents were after heated play sessions and were the result of heightened adrenaline. A slip up! Their mother would tell them that even though they were very strong, they had to exercise caution among those who are physically weaker than them, they needed to instead use that strength to protect the clan. In the end they apologized to the their denmate and even helped to take care of their scratches.

Apprenticeship

When Murkjaw became an apprentice he was over the moon with excitement. He loved patrolling the territory and learning the scents of the other clans; cats who would one day be his rivals! He would silently dare them in his head to cross the border, one day he would teach them that that wouldn't fly in Thunderclan territory! His heart beat for the clan, and his family, and he would do whatever it took to protect them.

His favorite thing to do was battle training, especially when he and his brother got to go together. They would spend hours perfecting their techniques, doing the same move over and over until their muscles screamed in protest, and the sun sank below the horizon! As they got older, they did a lot of mock fighting as well, learning some of the most commonly used moves in other clans, from their mentors.

The mistakes of his kithood became nothing but dust in the wind. He was the first to volunteer for patrols, he was awake before his mentor, he hung off their every word, and worked until he was raw! No one could deny him his place as a warrior!

... Except maybe his hunting skills. He was always a bit too quick on the execution, always on the edge of springing into action! This would work in combat but it often caused him to lose prey. He sprang before the others, missing the kill and sending the rest of the prey scattering into their dens. When his mentor confronted him about neglecting his hunting practice, he would brush it off and simply say that it didn't matter, that there were plenty of good hunters in Thunderclan, and he would protect them, which would in turn feed the clan? His logic wasn't necessarily wrong... But it was clear that he was becoming headstrong.

He began to look down on some of his half clan clanmates, whether they be previously loner, kittypet or have roots in other clans. Their blood wasn't like a clan cat, therefor their skills were likely lesser than a clan cat's. Why did Thunderclan accept outsiders? While he didn't neccesarily wish harm upon said clanmates, their inclusion in the clan did get under his fur from time to time. He kept these thoughts between himself and his brother for now.

Warrior

Shortly after he began to feel this way, they were both made warriors! The clan cheered their names, and their voices made him feel like he could leap into Silverpelt! He had been training for this moment for so long that it felt almost surreal! He could leave the camp whenever he wanted, he could become a mentor, he could become deputy, he could become... Leader! If he were leader, he would have ultimate control over Thunderclan's safety, he could make decisions that would make it a safer place, he would have nine lives to do his duties nine times over!

But he didn't need to change anything to achieve that dream! He was sure that it would come naturally if he just continued to be great at what he did! He was still decently young and it wasn't like he had to win anyone over. He comforted himself in knowing that his clanmates would support him fully if he ever did become leader. After all he was extremely popular already for his hard working attitude, impressive battle moves. He already knew who would make the best deputy as well; he and his brother shared a lot of the same values, so there would be no competition on who would be his right paw, and then his successor.

Moons passed and Murkjaw just kept getting more and more popular, especially among cats his age. Many of them were already showing interest in him, and he loved the attention. When he wasn't on patrol he would often sit in camp, sharing tongues with his "admirers"; telling stories about how hard he worked that day, drinking in their compliments. He would also listen to their worries and reassure them that he would always protect them. His brother, almost equally as popular, had similar afternoons though he was more humble.

But one day, a series of unfortunate events began to unfold; Murkjaw found out from a chatty elder that the cat who had fathered him was rumored to be a kittypet! A Tom had been rarely scented near the borders and his scent had been mixed with that of his mother's... If this were true... He was half clan. This was fine... No one needed to know... But... Did they know already? If this elder knew than surely others knew. He felt very betrayed that he hadn't been told sooner! He couldn't help the little worms of resentment wiggling into his brain, and these feelings did turn into misdirected frustration. He soon became very distant from his mother but, his brother, a little more level headed, tried to talk him out of it. It just didn't work. If any words about their parents passed between them, it was curt snippets here or there.

One night, his mother came to him with glassy eyes and requested that the four of them talk. He wasn't thrilled but he sucked it up. His mother's sad eyes were extinguishing his anger and he couldn't help but hear her out. She told him that she had met a cat named Dexter in the forest. He had told her that his Twoleg was a "Botonist" and often took samples from the forest a few times a month for his work. This was the first time Dexter had wandered this far and happened upon Thunderclan territory. They met nightly for the weeks his Twoleg would spend in the forest at a time, and over a couple years of this they eventually fell in love... It had been a long time since she'd seen him and it was possible she'd never see him again...

Then the story took a turn he wasn't expecting; during the time that she was just friends with the Kittypet, Dexter, she had already fallen for her first love; a very strong loner. Their love had been very surface level, and they didn't have much in common, but she had been foolish and one thing led to another. The loner said he was going to join the clans, but ended up leaving her. His mother had been heartbroken and left pregnant, and while she dealt with that she obviously sought comfort with her friend, Dexter. She assured Murkjaw that the loner was his father, and not the kittypet.

Murkjaw took a moment for it to sink in but he had been holding onto this grudge for too long... His mother was so sad, and he couldn't help but forgive her for it. He was supposed to protect his family, but he was destroying their bond... And besides, being part loner wasn't nearly as disgraceful as being part kittypet. At least loners actually took care of themselves.

After the talk it began to rain. He told his mother that the two of them could head home, and he would catch some prey to bring back for them to share since it was late and the clan had already eaten. He hadn't been gone long when he heard his mother's shrill cry, sending him pelting out through the forest. He found her lying on her side, a deep cut in her shoulder, a skinny calico Tom standing over her hissing in the face of a badger. He rushed to her side just in time to block a second swipe by their attacker! The claw caught him in the face and shredded the tip of his ear, but it was young and he managed to drive it off.

After the fight he left his mother in the medicine den with his brother, and rounded on the newcomer who had insisted on returning with them. How could he have let this happen!? A warrior should have sensed an animal that large with ample time to react!? The rage of an unwelcome visitor on Thunderclan territory, as well as the anger of seeing his mother in pain, boiled up inside him and he yowled questions and accusations at the Tom in the middle of the clearing.

His shouts had brought his clanmates out of their dens, roused by the commotion. "Whoever you are you're not welcome here! No loner or kittypet blood is welcome here!" He hollered in conclusion, teeth bared, followed shortly by a crash of thunder.

It was then that Smokestar emerged form his den and while he too was perplexed by the newcomer's appearance, he was not happy with the fact that Murkjaw was trying to make decisions for the clan on his own. The two got into a squabble and Murkjaw wasn't holding back at all.
Then his mother dragged herself from the medicine den, followed by his brother who was clearly trying to hold her back. "I was there too Murkjaw! I am a perfectly capable warrior!" She wailed "I am just as much at fault for not hearing the badger, and you know it! The rain on the leaves and the thunder would have drowned out that sound for any cat!"
Murkjaw's ears grew hot, he had been so caught up in his rage that he hadn't thought of it that way and he had said many things to upset many of his half clan clanmates and on top of it he had made quite the scene. Looking around he saw many disgruntled faces. But he had already made his stand and he wasn't going to back down now. "I stand by what I've said!" He held Smokestar's gaze with viper green eyes.
He felt the clan piercing him with their scorn, but everyone just stood there without speaking, waiting for Smokestar's answer and sparking with hostility. Murkjaw ignored them, the silence lasted only a moment, but it felt like an age. It looked as if Smokestar was going to protest but he was cut off by a new voice.

"I will leave."

Murkjaw turned to look at the newcomer in satisfaction... Until his mother spoke... The newcomer was, Dexter. Murkjaw had shattered his mother's heart for a second time, as the clan watc
hed the kittypet leave camp.
Moons passed and even though his clanmates were starting to act normal around him again, it was clear they would never forget his actions. He still got reapproachful glances from several cats, and the only ones who were truly kind to him were a few close friends and his brother, who knew that he wasn't all bad, even if he had done some very foolish things. His reputation had been cracked, his face had been marred and since then he and his mother had lost the bond they had had since his kitting. She didn't seem angry with him, only severely disappointed and saddened. The whole thing was such a mess. The deep regret made him irritable and snappy as he fumbled for a way to deal with these feelings. He would have to live with this for the rest of their lives.

Windclan then moved in to Thunderclan territory. As many of his clanmates, he was shocked that Smokestar would let another clan onto their land, but after finding out the cause of their desperation, he conceded. Every time he patrolled the border he got a glimpse of the destruction the fire had caused them... He would never wish such a fate on any clan, and he could see why Smokestar had been so lenient in sharing their land and prey. That being said, he couldn't quite bring himself to get too cozy with the newcomers, and besides shared patrols and meal times, he usually avoided them. It just didn't feel natural to be so close to future enemies, but he showed them respect and stuck with it until their departure.

As was custom lately, another tragedy quickly followed! Thunderclan's deputy, Tawnyclaw, had tried to murder Smokestar! He couldn't believe his ears when he found out, and felt the need to go chasing after the coward and show him the error of his ways! But he also felt those worms in his brain, tugging him back to his long term goals. The spot for a deputy was open! He had a chance! Though it came as no surprise that he wasn't chosen; he was older than Mosstooth, but the she cat was a crowd favorite, as well as a very kind cat. Secondly, he had not had an apprentice yet and Smokestar likely hadn't forgotten what he'd done a few moons ago. Openly challenging his leader's opinions in such a distasteful way was definitely a spot on his otherwise perfect history... He would have to try gain back his trust but he found it hard since his respect for his leader was dwindling.

PERSONALITY & TRAITS

Murkjaw is strong willed and determined. He hardly ever turns down a challenge, is an excellent fighter, and will do anything to heighten his reputation. While this may seem like blind arrogance... Most of the time his heart is in the right place. He wishes to protect his clanmates and maybe someday ascend the ranks to become the leader they need. He also likes attention in any form, and enjoys flirting with pretty cats.

On the down side, he is pretty bad at hunting and rarely catches much of anything. He is quick to flare up with his temper, and holds grudges for a long time. His kindness usually has a darker side, as he does tend to look down on those less impressive than himself; like loners, kittypets and half clan cats, instead of independants that deserved a chance to prove their worth.

He can get out of control when in a sticky situation and has had close calls with being overly aggressive during fights. He has also been the cause of border skirmishes due to some rule bending, such as claiming prey that ran over the border. He sees it as only doing what was right for his clan in a time of need, as he does with most of his bad decisions. Surprisingly he's usually genuine in his pursuits, no matter how bad the outcome of his actions become! Other times he's just saving face.

tl;dr

+ Strong
+ Skilled Fighter
+ Loyal
+ Hard Working
+ Helpful

= Ambitious
= Protective
= Attention Seeking
= Cocky

- Arrogant
- Quick tempered
- Judgmental
- Overly Aggressive
- Ignorant

FUN FACTS!!

- Murkjaw was given his warrior name due to his vicious battle bite!
- On the occasion that he's able to keep his cool, his tail is always a dead giveaway to his inner workings, and seems to act of its own accord.
- While some of his behavior and opinions are horrible, Murkjaw isn't a bad cat. He is simply ignorant, cocky and sports a quick temper.

Description
Name: Murkjaw
Age: 52 moons
Gender: Male
Rank: Warrior

Father: Unknown Loner
Sibling: Mudnose

HISTORY:

Kit-hood

Murkjaw had a rambunctious kit-hood with his brother, Mudnose. The two of them always wrestled and play fought, almost more than the average kit would. They were both very strong and many thunderclan cats who visited the nursery spoke openly about what great warriors they would make one day! That being said they weren't exactly angels.

One of the biggest issues was that they had to be reminded constantly to sheath their claws. In fact, a quarter moon before their apprentice ceremony, both of them were threatened with being held back after inflicting scratches on a younger denmate. Most of the incidents were after heated play sessions and were the result of heightened adrenaline. A slip up! Their mother would tell them that even though they were very strong, they had to exercise caution among those who are physically weaker than them, they needed to instead use that strength to protect the clan. In the end they apologized to the their denmate and even helped to take care of their scratches.

Apprenticeship

When Murkjaw became an apprentice he was over the moon with excitement. He loved patrolling the territory and learning the scents of the other clans; cats who would one day be his rivals! He would silently dare them in his head to cross the border, one day he would teach them that that wouldn't fly in Thunderclan territory! His heart beat for the clan, and his family, and he would do whatever it took to protect them.

His favorite thing to do was battle training, especially when he and his brother got to go together. They would spend hours perfecting their techniques, doing the same move over and over until their muscles screamed in protest, and the sun sank below the horizon! As they got older, they did a lot of mock fighting as well, learning some of the most commonly used moves in other clans, from their mentors.

The mistakes of his kithood became nothing but dust in the wind. He was the first to volunteer for patrols, he was awake before his mentor, he hung off their every word, and worked until he was raw! No one could deny him his place as a warrior!

... Except maybe his hunting skills. He was always a bit too quick on the execution, always on the edge of springing into action! This would work in combat but it often caused him to lose prey. He sprang before the others, missing the kill and sending the rest of the prey scattering into their dens. When his mentor confronted him about neglecting his hunting practice, he would brush it off and simply say that it didn't matter, that there were plenty of good hunters in Thunderclan, and he would protect them, which would in turn feed the clan? His logic wasn't necessarily wrong... But it was clear that he was becoming headstrong.

He began to look down on some of his half clan clanmates, whether they be previously loner, kittypet or have roots in other clans. Their blood wasn't like a clan cat, therefor their skills were likely lesser than a clan cat's. Why did Thunderclan accept outsiders? While he didn't neccesarily wish harm upon said clanmates, their inclusion in the clan did get under his fur from time to time. He kept these thoughts between himself and his brother for now.

Warrior

Shortly after he began to feel this way, they were both made warriors! The clan cheered their names, and their voices made him feel like he could leap into Silverpelt! He had been training for this moment for so long that it felt almost surreal! He could leave the camp whenever he wanted, he could become a mentor, he could become deputy, he could become... Leader! If he were leader, he would have ultimate control over Thunderclan's safety, he could make decisions that would make it a safer place, he would have nine lives to do his duties nine times over!

But he didn't need to change anything to achieve that dream! He was sure that it would come naturally if he just continued to be great at what he did! He was still decently young and it wasn't like he had to win anyone over. He comforted himself in knowing that his clanmates would support him fully if he ever did become leader. After all he was extremely popular already for his hard working attitude, impressive battle moves. He already knew who would make the best deputy as well; he and his brother shared a lot of the same values, so there would be no competition on who would be his right paw, and then his successor.

Moons passed and Murkjaw just kept getting more and more popular, especially among cats his age. Many of them were already showing interest in him, and he loved the attention. When he wasn't on patrol he would often sit in camp, sharing tongues with his "admirers"; telling stories about how hard he worked that day, drinking in their compliments. He would also listen to their worries and reassure them that he would always protect them. His brother, almost equally as popular, had similar afternoons though he was more humble.

But one day, a series of unfortunate events began to unfold; Murkjaw found out from a chatty elder that the cat who had fathered him was rumored to be a kittypet! A Tom had been rarely scented near the borders and his scent had been mixed with that of his mother's... If this were true... He was half clan. This was fine... No one needed to know... But... Did they know already? If this elder knew than surely others knew. He felt very betrayed that he hadn't been told sooner! He couldn't help the little worms of resentment wiggling into his brain, and these feelings did turn into misdirected frustration. He soon became very distant from his mother but, his brother, a little more level headed, tried to talk him out of it. It just didn't work. If any words about their parents passed between them, it was curt snippets here or there.

One night, his mother came to him with glassy eyes and requested that the four of them talk. He wasn't thrilled but he sucked it up. His mother's sad eyes were extinguishing his anger and he couldn't help but hear her out. She told him that she had met a cat named Dexter in the forest. He had told her that his Twoleg was a "Botonist" and often took samples from the forest a few times a month for his work. This was the first time Dexter had wandered this far and happened upon Thunderclan territory. They met nightly for the weeks his Twoleg would spend in the forest at a time, and over a couple years of this they eventually fell in love... It had been a long time since she'd seen him and it was possible she'd never see him again...

Then the story took a turn he wasn't expecting; during the time that she was just friends with the Kittypet, Dexter, she had already fallen for her first love; a very strong loner. Their love had been very surface level, and they didn't have much in common, but she had been foolish and one thing led to another. The loner said he was going to join the clans, but ended up leaving her. His mother had been heartbroken and left pregnant, and while she dealt with that she obviously sought comfort with her friend, Dexter. She assured Murkjaw that the loner was his father, and not the kittypet.

Murkjaw took a moment for it to sink in but he had been holding onto this grudge for too long... His mother was so sad, and he couldn't help but forgive her for it. He was supposed to protect his family, but he was destroying their bond... And besides, being part loner wasn't nearly as disgraceful as being part kittypet. At least loners actually took care of themselves.

After the talk it began to rain. He told his mother that the two of them could head home, and he would catch some prey to bring back for them to share since it was late and the clan had already eaten. He hadn't been gone long when he heard his mother's shrill cry, sending him pelting out through the forest. He found her lying on her side, a deep cut in her shoulder, a skinny calico Tom standing over her hissing in the face of a badger. He rushed to her side just in time to block a second swipe by their attacker! The claw caught him in the face and shredded the tip of his ear, but it was young and he managed to drive it off.

After the fight he left his mother in the medicine den with his brother, and rounded on the newcomer who had insisted on returning with them. How could he have let this happen!? A warrior should have sensed an animal that large with ample time to react!? The rage of an unwelcome visitor on Thunderclan territory, as well as the anger of seeing his mother in pain, boiled up inside him and he yowled questions and accusations at the Tom in the middle of the clearing.

His shouts had brought his clanmates out of their dens, roused by the commotion. "Whoever you are you're not welcome here! No loner or kittypet blood is welcome here!" He hollered in conclusion, teeth bared, followed shortly by a crash of thunder.

It was then that Smokestar emerged form his den and while he too was perplexed by the newcomer's appearance, he was not happy with the fact that Murkjaw was trying to make decisions for the clan on his own. The two got into a squabble and Murkjaw wasn't holding back at all.
Then his mother dragged herself from the medicine den, followed by his brother who was clearly trying to hold her back. "I was there too Murkjaw! I am a perfectly capable warrior!" She wailed "I am just as much at fault for not hearing the badger, and you know it! The rain on the leaves and the thunder would have drowned out that sound for any cat!"
Murkjaw's ears grew hot, he had been so caught up in his rage that he hadn't thought of it that way and he had said many things to upset many of his half clan clanmates and on top of it he had made quite the scene. Looking around he saw many disgruntled faces. But he had already made his stand and he wasn't going to back down now. "I stand by what I've said!" He held Smokestar's gaze with viper green eyes.
He felt the clan piercing him with their scorn, but everyone just stood there without speaking, waiting for Smokestar's answer and sparking with hostility. Murkjaw ignored them, the silence lasted only a moment, but it felt like an age. It looked as if Smokestar was going to protest but he was cut off by a new voice.

"I will leave."

Murkjaw turned to look at the newcomer in satisfaction... Until his mother spoke... The newcomer was, Dexter. Murkjaw had shattered his mother's heart for a second time, as the clan watc
hed the kittypet leave camp.
Moons passed and even though his clanmates were starting to act normal around him again, it was clear they would never forget his actions. He still got reapproachful glances from several cats, and the only ones who were truly kind to him were a few close friends and his brother, who knew that he wasn't all bad, even if he had done some very foolish things. His reputation had been cracked, his face had been marred and since then he and his mother had lost the bond they had had since his kitting. She didn't seem angry with him, only severely disappointed and saddened. The whole thing was such a mess. The deep regret made him irritable and snappy as he fumbled for a way to deal with these feelings. He would have to live with this for the rest of their lives.

Windclan then moved in to Thunderclan territory. As many of his clanmates, he was shocked that Smokestar would let another clan onto their land, but after finding out the cause of their desperation, he conceded. Every time he patrolled the border he got a glimpse of the destruction the fire had caused them... He would never wish such a fate on any clan, and he could see why Smokestar had been so lenient in sharing their land and prey. That being said, he couldn't quite bring himself to get too cozy with the newcomers, and besides shared patrols and meal times, he usually avoided them. It just didn't feel natural to be so close to future enemies, but he showed them respect and stuck with it until their departure.

As was custom lately, another tragedy quickly followed! Thunderclan's deputy, Tawnyclaw, had tried to murder Smokestar! He couldn't believe his ears when he found out, and felt the need to go chasing after the coward and show him the error of his ways! But he also felt those worms in his brain, tugging him back to his long term goals. The spot for a deputy was open! He had a chance! Though it came as no surprise that he wasn't chosen; he was older than Mosstooth, but the she cat was a crowd favorite, as well as a very kind cat. Secondly, he had not had an apprentice yet and Smokestar likely hadn't forgotten what he'd done a few moons ago. Openly challenging his leader's opinions in such a distasteful way was definitely a spot on his otherwise perfect history... He would have to try gain back his trust but he found it hard since his respect for his leader was dwindling.

PERSONALITY & TRAITS

Murkjaw is strong willed and determined. He hardly ever turns down a challenge, is an excellent fighter, and will do anything to heighten his reputation. While this may seem like blind arrogance... Most of the time his heart is in the right place. He wishes to protect his clanmates and maybe someday ascend the ranks to become the leader they need. He also likes attention in any form, and enjoys flirting with pretty cats.

On the down side, he is pretty bad at hunting and rarely catches much of anything. He is quick to flare up with his temper, and holds grudges for a long time. His kindness usually has a darker side, as he does tend to look down on those less impressive than himself; like loners, kittypets and half clan cats, instead of independants that deserved a chance to prove their worth.

He can get out of control when in a sticky situation and has had close calls with being overly aggressive during fights. He has also been the cause of border skirmishes due to some rule bending, such as claiming prey that ran over the border. He sees it as only doing what was right for his clan in a time of need, as he does with most of his bad decisions. Surprisingly he's usually genuine in his pursuits, no matter how bad the outcome of his actions become! Other times he's just saving face.

tl;dr

+ Strong
+ Skilled Fighter
+ Loyal
+ Hard Working
+ Helpful

= Ambitious
= Protective
= Attention Seeking
= Cocky

- Arrogant
- Quick tempered
- Judgmental
- Overly Aggressive
- Ignorant

FUN FACTS!!

- Murkjaw was given his warrior name due to his vicious battle bite!
- On the occasion that he's able to keep his cool, his tail is always a dead giveaway to his inner workings, and seems to act of its own accord.
- While some of his behavior and opinions are horrible, Murkjaw isn't a bad cat. He is simply ignorant, cocky and sports a quick temper.