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Benjamin Tod
Ashface has braved many hardships, including the loss of his former mate and being cast into a new role soon after, but he chooses to spend his life in service to his clan nonetheless.
Renowned as perhaps the most knowledgeable of all medicine cats in recent history, and driven by the noble goal of saving as many lives as the stars above, Ashface dedicated his life to learning all there is about medicine.
- quiet
- herbs
- organization
- backtalk
- disruptions
- annoying younglings
Ashface lives out his days with a sour deposition. He has the typical stubborn character of a cat his age, but deep down he's a kind Medicine cat; he just has his limits in patience and temper. He portrays negative, and even antagonistic traits; such as being excessively rude, overbearing, arrogant, and condescending. Aside from this, he is perhaps the most capable and competent of the clan's medicine cat heritage.
While stubborn, he has as compassionate a heart as any- though he rarely admits this. Ashface has also shown to be quite intelligent, and rather fearless for the most part despite his brittle bones. While opinionated, and typically against change, Ashface’s mindset and views are able to change for the better, though the process for doing so could prove to be lengthy.
He has gone so long without an apprentice because of his attitude, scaring away any would-be apprentices with his sharp tongue and empty threats. He shows vigorous denial of being assigned a small, annoying kit that will mess up his den, but with his age catching up to him, it is an inevitable fate he must face.
A skinny tom with ragged, unkempt fur - missing patches out of his white-ash pelt - and boney. A grayed muzzle with tense yet mournful brown eyes. A kinked tail that hangs low, and hunched shoulders that keep his head even lower. A rightful elder who should have sooner retired by now than stay on duty, but refused to rest. Weathered features show every level of exhaustion as dark circles begin to show through the thin hair under his eyes. Anyone who might've seen him in this state would have thought him defeated, brittle, and in need of his long-sleep .
- His breath soured along with his teeth.
- You can see nearly every bone in his body.
- He is as dirty and raggedy as anyone can imagine.
Ashface had originally been apprenticed in normal Warrior training, earning his final name and serving the clan as best he could. He was still a little gruff, but far friendlier in his youth than today. He does not freely talk to younger cats about his past, but some of the Elders around his age remember what made him turn so bitter.
He’d once had a mate who’d wiggled her way into his heart for a time, only to be stolen away into Starclan. On a border patrol gone wrong, a stray Fox attacked the group of cats and grabbed hold of the she-cat. Ashface battled it off with the help of the other patrol members but received his own share of deep wounds. Unfortunately, it was too late for his mate, who died shortly after the attack from her injuries. Although the large marks left on him healed with time, his heart remains wounded from the event.
Afterward, he views the world through a filter of general distaste and annoyance as the only sunlight in his world had been snuffed out. While healing in the medicine cat's den for a time, he learned a few things about herbs and remedies. When the previous Medicine cat became sick and died without an apprentice, Ashface volunteered and was appointed the position, learning the remaining herbs from the other three clan medicine cats of the time- now passed on. It was difficult for the clan as he learned on his feet, with many hard lessons learned along the way. In time, he became one of the most capable medicine cats to date.
Even though he is not a Warrior anymore, he has sworn to never let the same thing happen to another cat, still holding on to his last shreds of love by helping others the way his mate could not be helped. Ashface has never wanted to admit to his age, refusing to let a small annoying kit into his den for training. Having a whelp under his paws as he works would distract him, ruin his peace and order, and make his duties a nightmare- or so he claimed. That will be until he can no longer rebuke his leaders' orders, concerned that Hawkfoots fate might repeat if Ashface passed before getting a new medicine cat up to speed.
