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↞Looking in the mirror, drop of rum on my tongue↠
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senior warrior ♂ 67 ｍｏｏｎｓ.
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↞description↠
Crookedbreath is a short (but thick) haired brown tabby Tom with ice blue eyes, and a russet tint to his fur. His tail is of average length, coming to about ten inches, and his limbs are long but stocky. His left ear is missing its tip, and he has a deep scar down the right side of his neck. He was named for his crooked gait as a kit and his strange accented drawl, a unique combination for this strange cat. Crookedbreath's gait isn't as noticeable as it once was, but he still leans a bit further to his right side than normal. Some may consider him handsome, but he's known to be a bit rough around the edges (despite being a sweetheart).
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↞nickname;; crooked↠
↞mother;; tigerfeather↠
↞father;; shellface↠
↞siblings(s);; open↠
↞children;; Morningpaw↠
↞mate/crush;; open↠
↞sexuality;; heterosexual↠
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↞song claim↠
↞I'll Be Good↠
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↞personality↠
Crookedbreath is not a lazy cat by any means, he's always out hunting for the clan or out on a patrol. He loves being active and getting his paws dirty, even if his clan mate calls him rough for it. The Tom is usually known to keep to himself or sit around his friends in a comfortable silence. He's not the type to waste words or embellish what he means, but he's not mean-spirited by any means. He's always willing to help out a clan member in any way he can and tries his best make others happy in his own way. Although he's usually very quiet, he loves to have conversations with anyone who approaches him, as long as they're doing something productive while they're talking.
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↞history↠
Crookedbreath was born into the clan to a career queen and a senior Warrior of the clan. His father was very strict and harsh with his young son, but it was only because he wanted the best for his son. Shellface wanted his son to be perfectly trained to be a strong force of Peakclan, even though Crookedbreath didn't wanted to train on his own terms.
Crookedbreath in his young age preferred to take his time observing the territory, picking up shining stones or downy feathers to bring into his nest along the way. His mentor, Jaggedtooth, saw this as a sign of weakness and a gross neglect of his duties and taught his apprentice with his claws fully unsheathed.
Punctures and claw marks littered his fur as he was groomed to fit his father and mentor's idea of a perfect warrior ready to be appointed as deputy. The Tom was very discouraged and distraught because of their Constance criticisms, and that he was prohibited from doing what he liked to do. He enjoyed the constant moving and training, but the criticisms wore away his already fragile resolve to be happy. Luckily, his best friend was there to help keep him going throughout everything. She was a beautiful tuxedo cat with a striped tail and powder blue eyes, a gaze worthy to be named for. Steepgaze, known at the time as Steeppaw helped him sneak away from his overbearing guardians and into the cliffs and river to gather some beautiful peace and quiet.
The two were always there for each other, standing side-by-side as they were granted their warrior names. Steepgaze was named for her powder blue eyes, and ability to spot prey from several Fox lengths away. Crookedbreath was named for his strangely accented drawl and his ability to silver tongue his way around a situation. Seven moons after they became warriors, the two entered a new step in their lives, becoming mates. The warriors were deeply in love with each other, and with adventure. They'd often sneak out of the camp to explore the wide territory and race through the rivers and trees. This habit continued throughout all of her life, even when she gave birth to their first and only kit, a beautiful daughter named Morning after the beautiful dawn that appeared in the sky behind her.
The two would sneak out of camp to have some fun, leaving Morningmask behind with a queen, one of Steepgaze's good friends. Crookedbreath and Steepgaze would gather beautiful items to take home to their daughter, and stockpile them for her warrior ceremony to present her with a gift.
One day, not unlike any other, the two gave their morning greeting to Morningmask and moved out to go hunting within the cliffs, a regular haunt of theirs. It would soon take a turn for the worst. As they neared their hunting ground, the stench of something vile filled their nostrils, causing bile to rise in their throats. Dogs, rabid and relentless burst from the brush, teeth bared and eyes wild. Steepgaze turned to her mate, scramj g for him to get help as his started in shock at the scene before him, body working on overdrive. He was clawing and fighting the pack, blood flying and staining the coats of everyone involved. When Steepgaze was thrown against the base of an oak tree; he finally agreed to race to the camp for help, screaming "I love you Steepgaze, I'll be back soon!"
When he reached the camp, he was out of breath and too much in turmoil to express his ideals fully, so he simply screamed of dogs and blood. His veins went cold upon laying eyes on his daughter, worried that she might never see him or her mother ever again. Quickly, he ran to her, giving her a quick lick on her forehead before racing off to join the rest of the gathered cats, ignoring the pleas of Morningmask asking him to stay behind. He knew what he had to do.
Crookedbreath fought valiantly alongside his lover and his clan, doing quite well until he got distracted by a dog going straight for the tuxedo warrior. He intercepted the note meant for her, leaving a deep gash down the side of his neck. Thoughts of death ran through his mind, but he only wished for Steep and Morning to be safe as he lost consciousness. Sadly, he'd find that his wishes wouldn't come true after he came too in the Medicine den, being told the news by the two healers. He shouted and cursed Starclan for taking her from them, and got sick at the loss of the only one who truly understood him.
When he saw Morningmask for the first time after, his neck was bound in cobwebs and his eyes terrorized by the trauma he'd faced. Scared at how she'd receive him, he cried tears of joy when she embraced him, taking comfort in the presence of her father. They spent her vigil speaking sweet words and promises to her, trying to clean some of the dried blood from her coat before was to be returned to the earth. Instead of leaving her in the hands of the elders, they followed them to one of her favorite spots and helped to bury her, marking the grave with a bunch of sturdy rocks, promising to visit her every day to tell her that they loved her.
Since Steepgaze' passing, the Tom has carried on in a relatively similar manner, except that he always felt like half a man now that she wasn't right beside him. He still runs through the cliffs, gathering feathers and shells to leave for her, and he's trying to help himself feel more alive, instead of just surviving.
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res medicine cat.
