Beethoven
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Beethoven is the biggest nerd anyone will ever meet in the forest. They’re always eager to learn new things about the subjects that interest them, especially herbs. What they learn sticks well in their brain and they absorb information very easily. If anyone’s forgotten what a plant looks like, Beethoven will know! They’ll even be able to tell you some fun trivia to go with it. Any chance to learn something new is a good time.
They experiment a lot with their knowledge, for better or for worse. After dealing with the Wither, they’re determined to figure out how to harness the world around them for good. They haven’t killed anyone… yet, so they must be doing something right! They’re so casual about everything that it can come across as creepy, or rude to some cats. In reality, they just don’t think it’s worth stressing over uncontrollable events. They are, however, outspoken and will voice their opinions on thing, whether it’s welcome or not.
Beethoven is judgmental when it comes to Clan life. How anyone can believe all this StarClan stuff is beyond them, but at least WindClan seems chill. Doesn’t mean they won’t judge cats who believe all this cult mumbo jumbo. They’re self-conscious and are aware that they are out of place in the Clans, especially with their name. Sometimes they wonder if they should have changed their name. They are naive and take things at face value, especially if it comes from Falconleap.
- Herbs
- Birds
- Learning new things
- The Wither
- StarClan cult stuff
- Those two angry WindClan cats
- Beethoven has very basic knowledge of ThunderClan herbs due to their similarity to what they had in the Brightwood.
- Bee will never take on a Clan name, they're very proud of their heritage.
- He's a hopeless romantic at heart.
Born into the Brightwood, Beethoven (BEE - thoven) was named as per their traditions. They never did find out what a “Thoven” is, but it sure sounds regal. They were the only kit born to Fireflint and was nursed alongside Timothyfur and Nettletuft after the two were found alone under the mall.
The world was a dangerous place, something Beethoven came to understand very quickly. Living with the looming threat of the Wither meant that every day was a fight for survival. They had to be so careful, only hunting birds for prey throughout their life to avoid the risk of accidentally eating an infected mouse.
It was interesting, they realized, that birds seemed to be okay. What about the big birds they saw in the weird Twoleg murals that looked like they could eat a cat whole? Could those birds be infected? It was with this in mind that they focused their energy into learning about their biggest enemy… the Wither.
Beethoven sunk many sleepless nights into their research. What did the Wither look like at different stages of infection? How did the infected behave? It was Horse who ended up answering a lot of those questions and inevitably took Beethoven under her wing.
When they weren’t using their skills to hunt and identify safe prey, Beethoven was learning how to make use of the meager offerings of herbs the Brightwood had to offer. Horse was the cat Beethoven was closest to. Moreso than their overprotective mum. As much as Beethoven loved Fireflint, she could be very overbearing. If only there was a chance to see what lay beyond the Brightwood without fear of the Wither…
Then, the noise happened. It was while patrolling with Newbobby that Beethoven first saw a real Clan cat. Having heard stories of their brutality Beethoven was expecting the Clan cats to be villainous beasts who blindly followed their cult teachings, not… whatever it is they ended up being. Honestly, the first lot of them they met were anything but impressive. The others, however… now, they were interesting.
While Beethoven mostly kept their distance at first, when Horse alerted them to possible danger from their “guests” they were all ears. Unfortunately it wasn’t clever Beethoven who got to go and listen in on the Clan cats, it was Timothyfur. Drat. No matter, they’d learn more soon enough.
The Clan cats stayed with them for a while, hoping to see if their friend Stormpath was infected of not. Meanwhile, Beethoven assisted in checking if the Wither was truly gone from the Brightwood, and what do you know? They actually did it! The Clan cats had finally helped them! Sure, they were weird with all that StarClan crap, but they seemed like good cats.
During their stay Beethoven grew especially close to the youngest of the group, Falconpaw. This young cat had been the one to kill the final beast infected by the Wither and with a steel rod! How amazing! Incredible! Brave! Beethoven was instantly enraptured by the tales the other cat told them.
Timothyfur had also grown close to Duststorm, a spunky young cat from the same Clan as Falconpaw and the cat Beethoven assumed was the leader of this rag-tag group. She was, afterall, asking Horse for information on the Wither and trying to help the Brightwood cats as best she could while they were there. An interesting trait, Beethoven decided.
Time spent with Falconpaw was exciting and interstined. Hunting, exploring, sharing stories… it was all amazing. A talk with Timothyfur later and the two young cats came to a decision. They would be leaving to join WindClan and be with the two cats they had grown feelings for. Falconpaw was the first cat to make their heart skip a beat and Beethoven was eager to learn more about him.
Flintfire didn’t take it well, as they expected. But there was no changing their mind. Alongside Timothyfur, they left for the forest, leaving behind a VERY weird Clan cat that Horse had for some reason taken a liking to. Ah, well. Wasn’t their business. They were excited to join WindClan! Sure, they’d miss everyone back home, especially Horse, but a chance like this would only come around once.
Now it was time to see what lay ahead of them on the moors.
