HISTORY SUMMARY
He was born during the dramatics of Breezeclan at one of its lower peaks when prey though scarce, was still obtainable. Truth be told, his birth was an accidental one that Swampchase and Mudweaver had not prepared for. Though his upbringing was a disaster, with the guidance of the other nursery mothers, Bogheart was able to keep his sanity for a good chunk of the majority of his life. Trying to replicate the mannerisms of other den-mothers, Mudweaver attempted to guide her son onto the right path educationally through praise, and for a while, it had worked.
Academically, Bogheart hovered constantly around the best. His apprenticeship was something a few considered above average. During his first three moons, Bogheart peaked. When he first failed, however, pressure began its rise. It was a one-time occurrence that he forgave himself for but gradually it grew larger. Originally, he was mad at himself as he had never lacked in his studies, but over time, new sensations overswept his lungs. He did not have to try as hard when everyone’s expectations were so lower. It felt like heaven, even if his father hounded him for it, and then it felt even better when nobody else cared either, not even his regretful mentor. Acceptance made life easier.
By the end of his apprenticeship, he was just another average warrior with nothing special to his name anymore. He thought his name had reflected his skills, Bogheart, a generic name for a generic warrior. Regrettably, he lived a lowkey life, reflecting on his past in sorrow of what once was.
It was not until he met two felines in one night that his life would truly change.
Steer was a loner who had begged to join the clan during one fateful winter. Bogheart was on patrol that day, and luckily for Steer, convinced the patrol of what he believed could be potential strength. Steer who had taken Bogheart’s decision for kindness could not figure out Bogheart’s underlying plan: to domesticate a feral rogue into a champion, and thus gain a second chance at clan redemption.
The two hated each other as soon as Bogheart realized he could not control another being to do the things he wanted. Steer’s ego and pride clashed against Bogheart’s selfishness and greed. Bogheart tried to force him into an image that Steer did not want and their relationship would not change before they would meet Stonecall, a retired mentor and senior feline. She taught them separately until the pair could work out their conflicts verbally- but not entirely.
There were two overall problems they still had yet to face: Bogheart’s goal and Steer’s name. Once the truth was uncovered about Bog’s plans, there was an uncomfortable wall of silence between the two that lasted for weeks until Bogheart would apologize by giving up his potential idolatries. The second problem was addressed dramatically as Steer persisted in keeping his namesake; he had felt the clan undeserving of him and still found himself lingering in his past, or otherwise, hesitant. Bogheart momentarily convinced him to accept clan culture but it did not last for too long.
To celebrate, they decided to meet up on a walk of their own before a bigger ceremony as a sort of rehearsal. Bogheart had chosen Steer’s clan name and wanted Stonecall to witness and officiate it. Unexpectedly, they finished speeches before her arrival, and to Bogheart’s surprise, Steer knocked him out and ran off into the wilderness in panic. Stonecall arrived late at the scene and recovered Bogheart from growing snow.
More moons passed and Steer never returned. Bogheart grew even more bitter after the death of Stonecall, as he had no one to mourn with...except for her son and daughter. Through Stonecall, Bogheart grows to reconcile with Dewclaw and Buzzpaw and eventually decides to run away with them to Thicketclan during increasing tensions from inside his home. During his run, however, he comes across a familiar scent that makes him hesitate.
Academically, Bogheart hovered constantly around the best. His apprenticeship was something a few considered above average. During his first three moons, Bogheart peaked. When he first failed, however, pressure began its rise. It was a one-time occurrence that he forgave himself for but gradually it grew larger. Originally, he was mad at himself as he had never lacked in his studies, but over time, new sensations overswept his lungs. He did not have to try as hard when everyone’s expectations were so lower. It felt like heaven, even if his father hounded him for it, and then it felt even better when nobody else cared either, not even his regretful mentor. Acceptance made life easier.
By the end of his apprenticeship, he was just another average warrior with nothing special to his name anymore. He thought his name had reflected his skills, Bogheart, a generic name for a generic warrior. Regrettably, he lived a lowkey life, reflecting on his past in sorrow of what once was.
It was not until he met two felines in one night that his life would truly change.
Steer was a loner who had begged to join the clan during one fateful winter. Bogheart was on patrol that day, and luckily for Steer, convinced the patrol of what he believed could be potential strength. Steer who had taken Bogheart’s decision for kindness could not figure out Bogheart’s underlying plan: to domesticate a feral rogue into a champion, and thus gain a second chance at clan redemption.
The two hated each other as soon as Bogheart realized he could not control another being to do the things he wanted. Steer’s ego and pride clashed against Bogheart’s selfishness and greed. Bogheart tried to force him into an image that Steer did not want and their relationship would not change before they would meet Stonecall, a retired mentor and senior feline. She taught them separately until the pair could work out their conflicts verbally- but not entirely.
There were two overall problems they still had yet to face: Bogheart’s goal and Steer’s name. Once the truth was uncovered about Bog’s plans, there was an uncomfortable wall of silence between the two that lasted for weeks until Bogheart would apologize by giving up his potential idolatries. The second problem was addressed dramatically as Steer persisted in keeping his namesake; he had felt the clan undeserving of him and still found himself lingering in his past, or otherwise, hesitant. Bogheart momentarily convinced him to accept clan culture but it did not last for too long.
To celebrate, they decided to meet up on a walk of their own before a bigger ceremony as a sort of rehearsal. Bogheart had chosen Steer’s clan name and wanted Stonecall to witness and officiate it. Unexpectedly, they finished speeches before her arrival, and to Bogheart’s surprise, Steer knocked him out and ran off into the wilderness in panic. Stonecall arrived late at the scene and recovered Bogheart from growing snow.
More moons passed and Steer never returned. Bogheart grew even more bitter after the death of Stonecall, as he had no one to mourn with...except for her son and daughter. Through Stonecall, Bogheart grows to reconcile with Dewclaw and Buzzpaw and eventually decides to run away with them to Thicketclan during increasing tensions from inside his home. During his run, however, he comes across a familiar scent that makes him hesitate.
Where did his own loyalties even lie?
