Username: Griffin Torrens
Cat Name: Jaystorm
Clan: SparkClanRank: Advisor
Gender: Tom
Age: 38 moons
Prompt: (please don't use any of this if you win! <3)This is written as an extract of him meeting my founder with a flashback to the wound, but I got a bit carried away... Feel free to just skim over it ^w^;
Scar: Bullet Wound. A clean line from the top front to lower back of his left shoulder. It's deeper at the front, thinning out into nothing at the back. It was treated professionally (by humans) so healed well with no infection.
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"Tell me," Sagebreeze meowed to his new companion, "What were you doing on a Twoleg farm?"
Jay paused in confusion before he continued to walk beside the tabby, limping heavily. A whirlwind of questions stormed his mind, but he settled with a simple "How did you know?"
"It's obvious from your leg. The scar isn't recent and has healed well, yet you still have a limp. It can't be from physical damage so it must be psychosomatic. That would mean the wound was from a stressful and difficult situation. And taking into account how clean and straight the wound was, I can come to the conclusion it was a Twoleg's weapon. And as every cat knows, they're only used by ones protection their farms."
Shooting a glare at the offending scar, Jay nodded his head.
I guess there's no escaping the past... "Yeah, you're right. It was the last mission I ever went on with that group..."
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Head held high, Jay kept his gaze fixed on his commander. The large tom had scars littering his body like an infestation, but still he moved confidentially. They had been travelling for almost a day, responding to a request for help from a ragged looking tom, frantically explaining his situation.
Jay loved his work. He joined the group as soon as he hit the minimum age, training hard and standing tall. They were a group of fighters, ready to respond to any call for help and I justice. Jay may not have been as strong or skilled as most of his patrolmates, but none of them could match his ability to fix up those who got injured.
"Halt," a cool voice commended, bringing Jay back to the present. "In line."
Recognising the command at once, Jay moved smoothly with the others until they were stood in a line beside their commander, hidden in the safety of a hedgerow. Beyond it, he could see their target. A mesh cage lay a number of fox-lengths away. Inside it was a flock of fat, brown birds, scratching and pecking at the dirt floor. To one side was a wooden den and there, in a frightened heap, was a young kit.
"You're sure you can get her back?" A grey she-cat appeared, taking a spot beside the tom who'd asked for their help. "We really need your help."
And it was true. There, between the cage and their hedge, was a black and white dog. Jay kneaded the browns in anticipation, a bundle of plants and cobweb at his paws. [i]Almost..."Attack!"
Cats leapt from the hedge, paws thrumming the earth. Jay longed to join them, but kept himself rotted to his position, guarding the parents and waiting to do his job. Yowls and barks split the air, and the tom watched the scene with a racing heart. There were flashes of claws and teeth, screeches of pain, splashes of blood and concerning thumps. But everything was going according to plan.
While the patrol engaged with the dog, Jay saw his chance. Scooping up a few herbs, the short tom lurched forwards, skirting the battlefield and pulling up beside the cage. "I'm here to rescue you. Are you injured?"
The black kit looked up in hope, smiled, and pulled itself back to the small break in the fence, stopping at Jay's paws. "Are you hurt?" He repeated.
"Just my tail where the mean bird pecked it," she whimpered. Satisfied, he deemed her safe to carry and abandoned the herbs. Withing a few heartbeats, he had her back in her mother's paws. [/i]
Now the real work begins...
The battle was over. With the dog scuttling in the direction of an approaching Twoleg, cats started to make their way back to the hedgerow, keen to get away before it spotted them. However, one cat remained on the battlefield. Herbs in mouth, Jay rushed over, ignoring the calls of his patrolmates.
He bent over the tom, expertly covering the bite wound on his haunch.
The Twoleg began to shout.
Running a paw across his spine and finding nothing, Jay decided it would be best to just drag him to safety. He grabbed the Tom's scruff and began to pull.
A defending bang.
Fire shot through his shoulder.
His paws faltered, but he could feel his patrolmates around him. They were talking, but he couldn't hear it. He could just feel the burn.
Darkness was closing in. -
"Next thing I knew, a Twoleg was staring at me and my shoulder was fixed up. I managed to escape, but have no idea where I am or my group could be. I mean, it's not like they'd take me back anyway..." Jay trailed of, hazarding a glance at Sagebreeze.
The tall tom simply nodded. "If I'm to set up a Clan, it's bound to be dangerous," he mumbled to himself. "You've seen a lot of danger then?"
"Far too much," he corrected.
Sagebreeze turned to face him, a small grin tugging on his lips. "Want to see some more?"
