Early Life
Bloodmuzzle's life began far more averagely than it has ended up.
Born in a litter of three to a pair of toms Snapfire and Strikefang, Bloodkit never had any cause to believe the world was anything less than good. He was raised with stories of the Glaring like any other young BarrenClanner, but he struggled to believe that anyone could truly be so awful. BarrenClan was good, as was his family, and the world was perfect. The summer was long and hot, and he knew for a fact that the world was inherently good. This was until he neared the end of his kithood, and had his first real encounter with death.
A clanmate had fallen to the claws of a fox. It was an honourable death, and she had saved many in her sacrifice, but the sight of her broken in camp ignited something in Bloodkit. If he was to ensure his perfect would would remain that way, then he would need to take initiative to keep his clanmates from meeting the same fate. It was not long after that he expressed interest in becoming a mender, and the mender at the time took him under her wing.
Young Life
Thistleflower proved to be an excellent mentor. She encouraged Bloodpaw's creativity and unorthodox approaches to solving problems. This was where Bloodpaw's interest in poetry and song also took hold, as the two would spend the long and tedious hours of sorting or searching for herbs creating music to pass the time. Bloodpaw's apprentice moons were perhaps the best of his life, and the support of his mentor and family helped him grow into a skilled mender
Bloodmuzzle eventually got his full name, and the start of his life as a mender began. As Thistleflower began to age, he put more focus into learning physical therapy, even going so far as to ask the other clans for techniques during Star Cave meetings. While his ability to use herbs was the quality any cat would expect from a tom in his role, his physical therapy was what sent him above and beyond. Over the years it saved a number of cats, something that he is incredibly proud of.
Seasons changed, cats died and were born. Despite love and loss, Bloodmuzzle's life remained constant. He was BarrenClan's mender, and had every intention of doing this forever.
Adult Life
Bloodmuzzle insists that old age isn't catching up to him, but the strangeness of recent moons haven't slowed the process.
It began with Sabrepaw. Despite his insistence that he wasn't old, Bloodmuzzle recognized that his job might get easier with some extra paws around the den. This sparked the beginning of Sabrepaw's apprenticeship. Bloodmuzzle's normal life continued, and all was well.
Until it wasn't.
Cats began to disappear. There was nothing the menders could do, given that there were no bodies to mend. This frustrated Bloodmuzzle, but for a while he was able to focus on his duties, until Sabrepaw disappeared.
This hit him hard. He would have been consumed with grief, if not for Bonecrack's accident. The warrior's injury needed intensive treatment, something difficult to manage without Sabrepaw's help. Against all odds, Bonecrack healed, and began to help him out with his duties. They weren't a replacement for Sabrepaw, exactly, but they made the transition to being a sole mender easier.
Present Day
Cats continue to disappear and the world keeps getting weirder. These days, Bloodmuzzle has been feeling his age more than ever. The idea of being unable to complete his job frightens him, as does the fact that he is without an apprentice. He is vehement that neither are problems, but as BarrenClan continues to struggle, it becomes harder to pretend that everything will turn out okay.
