Skipper
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A funny, friendly and over all easy to get along with cat, many will agree that there isn’t a bad bone in Skipper’s body. A lazy bone on the other hand? Oh, definitely. They were a terrible warrior, opting to nap in the abandoned barn most of the time and only put minimal effort into their duties. That laziness is now used to lounge around their garden. They’re not a very tidy cat, often getting things tangled in their fur and rarely keeping up with grooming on their own.
Skipper takes life at their own pace and is very whimsical and all about peace and love. They do, however, have a very weird superstition. They strongly believe that there is a monster out on the moor somewhere and will tell any cat they come across that if they don’t offer a rabbit’s foot to the monster while on the moor, it will hunt them down. Little freak.
- Sleeping
- Catmint
- Cloud watching
- Poison
- Talk of battle
- Arguments
- Skipper is calm enough to be dressed in little sailor suits.
- They consider their life to be an endless series of tragedy.
- They were never cut out for Clan life.
Toadsong was never a cat for the limelight. The mostly forgotten kit of Mothbelly and Applestride, Toadsong went through life on the whims of the wind. Their whole life could be described as unremarkable. While Houndkick seemingly thrived in WindClan, well on the path to one day following in their father’s paws, and Ferretclaw was well known for her ferocity, Toadsong was just… there.
What really were they known for in WindClan other than merely existing? The supportive sibling of Houndkick, the distant sibling of Ferretclaw… well, they did refuse to use poison during the war with ShadowClan! Even vocally decried it as a blatant crime. Not that anyone really listened to them. They did also train Dacewhiskers’ kit, Fernpaw! Until greencough took their beloved apprentice from them. It didn’t help that their mother was snatched by the same illness… supposedly. And then, their father was brutally murdered.
The seemingly never ending cycle of death drove Toadsong to seek refuge in the abandoned barn, very rarely venturing back into camp. Maybe it was the solitude, or maybe Toadsong had always been a bit strange, but they began to believe that there was a beast out on the moor. One that no one else could see. They would offer rabbits feet to the beast, believing that it kept it at bay. Perhaps, in hindsight, they were just attracting predators to Clan territory.
And just when they thought things could have gotten any worse, Houndkick left. Driven out by the stress and poor treatment from their Clan leader. Lightningstar had made it very clear. Any cat who had a problem with Graytalon would leave. And so, Toadsong did. Making their way to Twolegplace in search of an easier life.
Now named Skipper, they have certainly found that life.
