hoofjaw, elder of riverclan

HOOFJAW

AGE 98m
GENDER sc
CLAN rc
RANK e

SHORT DESCRIPTION A gorgeous long-haired dilute tortie with a deformed jaw.
APPEARANCE photo taken by me

PERSONALITY Hoofjaw is a gorgeous creature and she knows it! Despite her deformity, she is very kind and loving and she just helps everyone all the time. Of course, she also has a tad bit of priss to her as well. She wears her battle scare as a trophy and although it grosses out and pushes away some cats, she believes those cats were never going to be her friend otherwise.

She adores her Clan but she knows that she is the most important and will do what is necessary to make sure she stays alive. That is not to say that she doesn't care for others or would leave them to die but now that she is an elder, she demands that she be fed first amongst other things to keep her healthy.

HISTORY As a kit, Dustkit was beautiful and she knew it. She held her head high and relished int eh praises and compliments of her den mates and the older cats. When she became an apprentice, she had tons of cats fawning over her wanting her as their mate. She kept them all guessing. Her mentor was even after her and so her training was never very hard. She spent most of her battle lessons sitting on the sidelines with paws daintily crossed while she watched others battle. She still learned a lot, but there was never a time that she was forced to do what she didn't want. Perhaps she would have made a better kittypet then a warrior.

But, she passed her warrior test and was given the name Dustrose in honor of her beauty. She went a long time without an apprentice, mostly because no one believed she could do it but they didn't want to say it to her face. But everyone was pleasantly surprised when she was given an apprentice and proved to be a fantastic mentor. She had learned from her lack of real training and while she wasn't a super strict mentor, she wasn't a total softie either. She tought her apprentice well and they actually became one of the best fighters in the Clan.

When she was in her early 50's, a harsher then usual leaf-bare blew through the territory. She realized that she needed to do something or her Clan would starve. She snuck through WindClan territory uncaught and found her way to the Horseplace on the other side of their territory. She picked out a horse that had wandered out of it's safe stable and into the snow. It was a young beast that hadn't seen the frozen water before and was curious. She took it down, but not before it kicked her in the face. She was gone for days as she tried to heal her own broken jaw and drag the carcass home (this time around WindClan territory rather then through it).

When she returned to camp trailing the massive piece of fresh kill, she was celebrated. Many cats had thought she'd run off to find two-legs to live with and were mortified that they had thought the worst of her while she was risking everything for her Clan. Her medicine cat did what could be done and her face healed nicely with the exception of her lower left jaw. Part of the jaw had to be cut away due to infection and her canine tooth is now exposed. She doesn't seem to have any trouble eating and although she is now in the elder's den, it was not her battle wound that sent her there. This fight did get her the honour of being renamed for her sacrifice and deed and every cat now viewed her as a full Clan cat with no questions asked about her soft apprenticeship.

Hoofjaw spent another 30 moons as a warrior and was given two more apprentices. She retired at the ripe age of 83 moons and have been in the Elder's Den fat and cozy ever since.

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