Post by Scarecrow on Sept 19, 2020 9:07:36 GMT
Rillkit/Rillpaw/Scarecrow
Former WillowClan medicine cat
apprentice
13 moons
Tom-cat
Questioning/Struggling
Single
Went rogue
Smells like: hay, rubbish, carrion, fish
Likes: solitude, fishing
Dislikes: street cats, kittypets
Does not believe in the Enlightened
Heartbroken, angry, sad, depressed, trust issues and PTSD
Image creds to Giada Dahanayaka on Flickr
Rillkit was born to a mother and father of WillowClan. As a kit his mother had been killed by dogs. Rillkit grew to resent his father after he had told him what happened. His anger was expressed outward towards his father as well as his peers. Rillkit became a bully. When it came time Rillkit announced that he wanted to train to become the medicine cat's apprentice. He began training, vowing to heal the broken and sick. At first he took his lessons very seriously, always tentative. Over time though his kithood caught up with him. Those he had bullied treated him ill, hardly ever he got a thanks from the other apprentices and their mothers. His father barely spoke to him, and if he did it was always difficult for the both of them.
_cough hit WillowClan. Rillpaw gathered herbs while his mentor prepared them. He spaced out a lot while he was being told what to do. What herbs to mix and how to use them. It was something he already knew but this was his first wave of illness. He was overwhelmed and angry with the ungrateful attitude of his peers. Rillpaw found it difficult to truly care for them, difficult to prepare the mixes on his own as sorrow for his mother filled his heart. He started to shut down. And when the outbreak got bad his face was glazed over. All he could think about was his clan dying because of the illness that his mentor knew how to cure, Rillpaw was simply not present with the task. Elders yelled at him for giving them the wrong thing or preparing it wrong or not enough or too much. Apprentices didn't know. Warriors questioned him, some ignoring him altogether as they sought out his mentor to do the job instead. Rillpaw failed greatly. His depression cost the clan of some of its members. When asked what happened he simply sat there, staring at his paws. "I...I-" he couldn't speak, he was lost. After that he was truly lost, ashamed, unwanted. He left the clan having been deranked, dreams crushed... gone even... he didn't even want to be a medicine cat anymore. Not for them... maybe of he could find others who cared about him... other he hadn't bullied.
So Rillpaw was alone. He hunted in the territory for a while till he could actually catch well enough, slept another night there then left. He hung around in the tunnels underneath the roads, hiding from the monsters, eating the mice, rats, and whatever else was around. He was quite frightened of the twolegplace, but unsure of where else to go. He didn't want to be around the clans, not anymore, he was too ashamed of himself for letting them down.
Voice of $crim from $uicideBoy$
Theme music
TRIGGER WARNING
Intro: NOW I'M UP TO MY NECK WITH OFFERS, $uicideBoy$
Outside: Either Hated Or Ignored, $uicideBoy$
Inside: Lost Child, $crim
Deep inside: PTSD, $crim
Depression: Feel It Too It's Too Much, $crim
Former WillowClan medicine cat
apprentice
13 moons
Tom-cat
Questioning/Struggling
Single
Went rogue
Smells like: hay, rubbish, carrion, fish
Likes: solitude, fishing
Dislikes: street cats, kittypets
Does not believe in the Enlightened
Heartbroken, angry, sad, depressed, trust issues and PTSD
Image creds to Giada Dahanayaka on Flickr
Rillkit was born to a mother and father of WillowClan. As a kit his mother had been killed by dogs. Rillkit grew to resent his father after he had told him what happened. His anger was expressed outward towards his father as well as his peers. Rillkit became a bully. When it came time Rillkit announced that he wanted to train to become the medicine cat's apprentice. He began training, vowing to heal the broken and sick. At first he took his lessons very seriously, always tentative. Over time though his kithood caught up with him. Those he had bullied treated him ill, hardly ever he got a thanks from the other apprentices and their mothers. His father barely spoke to him, and if he did it was always difficult for the both of them.
_cough hit WillowClan. Rillpaw gathered herbs while his mentor prepared them. He spaced out a lot while he was being told what to do. What herbs to mix and how to use them. It was something he already knew but this was his first wave of illness. He was overwhelmed and angry with the ungrateful attitude of his peers. Rillpaw found it difficult to truly care for them, difficult to prepare the mixes on his own as sorrow for his mother filled his heart. He started to shut down. And when the outbreak got bad his face was glazed over. All he could think about was his clan dying because of the illness that his mentor knew how to cure, Rillpaw was simply not present with the task. Elders yelled at him for giving them the wrong thing or preparing it wrong or not enough or too much. Apprentices didn't know. Warriors questioned him, some ignoring him altogether as they sought out his mentor to do the job instead. Rillpaw failed greatly. His depression cost the clan of some of its members. When asked what happened he simply sat there, staring at his paws. "I...I-" he couldn't speak, he was lost. After that he was truly lost, ashamed, unwanted. He left the clan having been deranked, dreams crushed... gone even... he didn't even want to be a medicine cat anymore. Not for them... maybe of he could find others who cared about him... other he hadn't bullied.
So Rillpaw was alone. He hunted in the territory for a while till he could actually catch well enough, slept another night there then left. He hung around in the tunnels underneath the roads, hiding from the monsters, eating the mice, rats, and whatever else was around. He was quite frightened of the twolegplace, but unsure of where else to go. He didn't want to be around the clans, not anymore, he was too ashamed of himself for letting them down.
It wasn't long before he crossed paths with a rogue she-cat. She taught him how to fish. They caught plenty, ate, and took the rest back to her friends. Her friends turned out to be a gang of mean looking cats. They lived in an alley; owned the dumpsters and everything in them, owned the alley, owned each other depending on their rank. Rillpaw, who had agreed with his ladyfriend that he shouldn't reveal his clan name decided to introduce himself as Scarecrow. Something that came to mind from an old kittale... Scarecrow was lowest in the rankings there... they made sure he knew it every second of every day. His pelt almost always stunk of rotten food that had been tossed his way for his picking. It was his task to clear the dirt. When he was done with chores _ would get him to sneak off with her to go fishing. Of course she never told her mates about this. When she brought the fish back alone they were 'her catch'. According to her; Crow (Scarecrow got laughed down as soon as he introduced himself. They called him Scared Crow.) was always just wasting time in town doing who knows what when he should be doing chores. When Crow tried standing up for himself he was beaten down. One day he decided to fight back. He lost, and was chased out of the territory for good.
That group wasn't friendly with the rest of the street cats either, so Crow had to leave town unless he stayed on the edges. He'd go back to town at first when food was scarce, but too many run-ins brought him back to clan territory. He hunts on neutral grounds, only going back to town when clan memories unsettle him. However he returns quickly when memories of town tower over him. He feels lost, hurt and scared. He doesn't know who to trust. He currently resides at the farm between clan territories, his best friend the other scarecrow that also resides there.Biography to be revised
WIP
Voice of $crim from $uicideBoy$
Theme music
TRIGGER WARNING
Intro: NOW I'M UP TO MY NECK WITH OFFERS, $uicideBoy$
Outside: Either Hated Or Ignored, $uicideBoy$
Inside: Lost Child, $crim
Deep inside: PTSD, $crim
Depression: Feel It Too It's Too Much, $crim
