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Perhaps russet is not the color you would not smile upon;
the color of sorrow and regret, the color of dead, falling
leaves as autumn kisses the green summer away.
But if you can find the key, the one to free the gentle
heart jailed behind iron bars of mourning, it will surely
find its way to love once more.
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Meet Russetheart, the warm, strong, loyal tom with a sorrowful history. A respectable tom to most, he has gained and maintained the trust of most his peers, mirroring the trust that he has instilled in them. He is generally a cat of rather pleasant company, aside from the occasional hint of mourning at the memory of the death of his beloved mate - Spottedwing. He often blames himself for her death.
Russetheart is a somewhat experienced warrior, being a good thirty-five moons of age. Good judgement and ethical beliefs have earned Russetheart many great things in his lifetime, one of favorites being the suffix "-heart", given to him in his warrior ceremony. As a young warrior and apprentice he had proven no gifted talent in any one skill, but rather such a gift distributed to several abilities. A challenging opponent, swift hunter, smooth swimmer, and a righteous mind, Russetheart has certainly been aiming for a path of great success.
+ the positives:
-----loyal, caring, ethical---------
- the negatives:
-----depressed, snappy---------
Russetheart is a rather handsome tabby tom with dark russet fur and a splotch of white on his chest. His eyes are large and of a light minty green in color, complementing his small and shapely head. Russetheart stands at an average height for a tom, slim in figure though bulked well with muscle. Several battle scars mar his sleek fur: one large scratch on his upper right foreleg, four aligned claw marks on his right flank, and a small missing portion of his left ear, leaving an empty sort of triangle.
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Russetheart was born to Pebblerun and Redleaf, two strong and loyal warriors. Pebblerun had been the noble deputy of the time, and Russetheart's inspiration throughout his kithood and apprenticeship. Russetkit was the firstborn of his litter, the largest and the strongest of the kits. His two littermates, Squirrelkit and Pigeonkit, had not only been his siblings, but also best friends and rivals. The three were lively and healthy, promising the clan a strong new generation of warriors.
Six moons rushed by in what seemed like a heartbeat, and Russetkit became a "-paw", or so they call apprentices. It was during his apprenticeship that he developed great interest in a she-cat no more than a moon younger than himself, named Spottedpaw. The noble Russetpaw and lovely Spottedpaw would often times sneak out of camp when the warriors were busied up with patrols, exploring and chatting together with light, bubbly hearts. Secrets were shared, and promises were made - one of which being a promise of becoming mates after their warrior ceremonies.
Indeed, they did become mates, no more than two moons after their little promise. Spottedpaw, now Spottedwing, had discovered a swelling of pregnancy in her belly, ensuring a healthy litter of kits to soon join the clan. However, it was during her pregnancy when Spottedwing grew violent and demanding to Russetheart, to the extent of creating a scar on his neck. Russetheart's patience wore thin, and when he finally retaliated to her moodiness, the enraged and heartbroken Spottedwing leapt off of the highest gorge in the territory in hopes of "jumping up into StarClan, away from this life," and drowned in the river at the bottom.
To this day, nearly twenty-one moons later, Russetheart blames himself for the death of his mate and unborn kits. Some warriors have agreed with the tom, that his retaliation and loss of patience drove her mad; but others have disagreed, claiming it was her own destiny and moodiness that led to her fall. The idea has come across his mind to find another mate to once again find happiness and love in his life, though Russetheart has found a sort of distraction from such thoughts through the focus on his duties as a noble warrior (and finding great successes in doing so). He hopes to one day become the deputy of the clan, to serve his clanmates and cats whom he loves.
crush: tba ▽
mate: n/a ▽
▽ friends: tba
▽ enemies: tba
apprentice: tba
