MOTHPAW

An odd cat since birth, Mothpaw is truly… peculiar even for the MarrowClan bunch, with an odd intensity on everything bu does that borders on uncomfortable, to the way that it moves, with slow, calculated moves that are far too smooth, far too practiced; and of course, there’s always that last thing…

Its odd fascination with death itself.

It’s not like Mothpaw can help it really, everything he does, everything he believes in is for a reason (at least that’s what he tells those curious enough to ask), and oh, bu is very, very happy to explain every little tidbit about those reasons.

Mothpaw's morbid interest with death is unmistakable, shrouding him like a fog that encircles his every word and gesture. It fixates on death with an almost fervent devotion, describing it in hushed tones with the reverence and intrigue of a curious explorer standing before a mysterious, uncharted terrain. For bu, death is but a threshold to an otherworldly realm, where strange and wondrous things await. But while Mothpaw's boundless curiosity about what lies beyond this veil might be alluring to some, and understandable to those in MarrowClan, it doesn’t seem like everyone can stand his little fixation on it.

HISTORY .

[tw for kit death, sibling death]

Life for Mallowkit didn’t start out kind, born as the weakest of his rather large litter, there was never any hope that it’d make it past a few nights, yet of course, it seems like destiny was bound to go against everyone.

First went Hyacinthkit, he was strong, his parents knew that much,the largest out of them all, yet one night was all it took, and then, he was gone. Then followed Lilackit and Iriskit, two twins seeming to run after their brother, even if the fate it brought was deadly.

The initial heartbreak was giant, yet not even Thistleroar and Rosehaze were prepared for the events that would follow, after all, where fires blazed, asphodels triumphed

Mallowkit, soon to be Mallowpaw was truly fascinating, a kit far too weak, far too fragile to have survived where the greater hadn’t; He was like a curse, taking what didn’t belong to him, and using it for his own growth.

They were bound to be apprentices, and they knew that as soon as the Full Moon rose and fell, they’d all receive new names, but not Asterkit, not the kit who wanted to prove herself to the world, who wouldn’t reappear once small paws left the safety of camp in the cover of darkness.

The ceremony was a grim one, where there should have been seven, there were a merely three, and soon, there would be two.

Sickness is what took Primrosepaw, purr had fought, and purr fought hard, but it was not enough, not even near enough to fight what day by day chipped away at her, what didn’t even allow purr to have one normal moon of being an apprentice.

Yet tragedy seemed to stop there, giving a moment’s breath to the two apprentices who had lost too much, but where Helleborepaw seemed to grieve, Mallowpaw didn’t really feel… much of anything about it, other than that being an apprentice wasn’t really all that great.

At least life never seemed dull in the clans, for when the sky shattered, one of his fathers, Thistleroar, was the one to leave this time, a tom ready to fight for his clan, and while the battle had started with BarkClan, it had ended with a battle between the dead; and with Thistleroar joining the ranks of StarClan.

Only two moons had passed, and this time, Helleborepaw was the one who wanted out; A trip, that's what it was, a trip between two siblings who deserved to have some time alone, to bond, to talk, to do anything that wasn’t training (even if Mallowpaw wasn’t doing much of that, and Helleborepaw didn’t nothing other than it).

It happened in just a moment, one moment they were alone, and in the other, they weren’t; The beast only needed a second to sink its claws into Mallowpaw, and its teeth into his tail.

Helleborepaw hesitated, watched just long enough for Mallowpaw to lose something, and for his own courage to rise; Helleborepaw leaped, willing to fight a losing battle for his sibling, and well, Mallowpaw wasn’t about to become food himself, so as soon as his brother told him to, he bolted.

Then, it was only him, the one kit who nobody thought would survive, pulled through, whether it was pure luck, Lunae’s blessing, or something entirely else, nobody quite knows.

A curiosity that was always there seemed to have suddenly sparked with vigor, it… It wanted to know what exactly had happened to its tail, and maybe, even to Helleborepaw.

It wasn’t until Mallowpaw took the remaining bones from its tail that he had asked for something new, that bu had gathered all the will in buzz body to ask the leader something.

Bu no longer wanted to be Mallowpaw, but Mothpaw.

And after that, it took little for the newly named Mothpaw to begin harassing the Oracles, he wanted in, and bu wanted in really bad.

Being an Oracle apprentice felt right, and even more so once bu was no longer Mothpaw, but now he was Mothpaw, oracle of MarrowClan, and very good friend of the bugs.