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♛ Sedgekit Sedgepaw Sedgeshade ♛ 17 moons
♛ male
♛ straight
♛ the lone wolf
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☷Appearance A black tom with a few scattered scars across his pelt. The most notable scars on his body are one on his bottom jaw and a few across his back, spacing out his thick black fur with sickly red marks. He has faint brown markings on his fur that are less visible with the scars on his pelt. His eyes are a light amber color. His voice is lightly accented from speech he picked up from outsiders, and is a bit unclear due to the injuries on his lower jaw. His fur is always well groomed and taken care of. He prefers to try to remove thorns in his pads himself rather than ask the medicine cat- actually, he does his best to avoid the medicine cat if he can help it.
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☷Personality A loner who keeps mostly to himself. Not many are sure what he wants or thinks, and to be honest- Sedgepaw isn't sure about that himself. He often doesn't tell cats where he's going and why he does things, nor is he very good at explaining when asked. He has a low opinion of his own skills and regrets many of his actions even when nothing bad happened. He can be brutally honest, but that's only when specifically asked: he has a "didn't ask, don't tell" mentality for most things. If you want something out of Sedgepaw, you ask him. Has no interest in romance, finding a mate, or falling in love at all. Not good with kits and seems more bothered with them than anything. He's not the kind of cat you could see being much of a deputy or leader, and Sedgepaw doesn't wish for that either.
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☷History Since he was a kit, Sedgepaw was always interested in what went on outside of the Clan. The stories that the elders told him only served to make him more and more curious about what could be lurking out there, and one day when he was barely 6 moons old he finally made it out. A storm had fallen over their lands, and for some reason the little adventurer saw this as a great opportunity for escape, making use of the sparse border patrols of ShadeClan. What he found out there were new sights, new smells, and the horrid smell of flame: started by a lightning strike on a bush, the young apprentice was the only cat there to feel its wrath. As if an act of StarClan had come down on him and him alone, the rain put out the fire after it had done its damage, leaving him to pad to the outskirts of camp where he was only then discovered.
After this mess his training was delayed for a while- he already had his name, but had received no training due to barely being more than a kit. Once he resumed, he realized how behind he was on everything he had once aimed for. This is where his lone wolf tendencies started, and only became more prominent as he grew older.
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Image is before scarring!