BUZZARDLEAF -- STARCLAN (SHC).

BUZZARDLEAF ✻ STARCLAN

name

buzzardleaf.

reasoning

black pelt like a buzzard for the prefix. leafa is the suffix and it was given to him since he was good at healing.

age

death at sixty nine moons, would be two hundred forty four moons if he was still alive.

gender

tom.

alliance

starclan, formally shadowclan.

rank

died as a medicine cat.

physique

short description

buzzardleaf is a short furred yet large black tom with green eyes.

physical description

buzzardleaf is a pretty basic cat considering he is just one color in general. that color is black, jet black and no other color really touches it but it is short. though there is his eye color which are a bright green, normally seen with a warm and caring expression on his face too. but enough of that! why not carry onto the other things that make him up too? such as him being a large cat but with a lanky, thin frame. that made it easier to get to those herbs that were always caught up in had to reach places. of course, his apprentice did help him get herbs too- once he had chosen one to mentor and carry on the medicine cat duties when he did die.

personality

positives

• caring, buzzardleaf was always a caring cat that would help anyone. from the grumpiest elder to the most obnoxious kit.
• kind, this tom was kid to every cat that crossed his path, even the hostile ones that did not enjoy his presence at the time.
• comforting, a very comforting cat that most seeked comfort from when they were distressed.
• trustful, buzzardleaf would be one not to tell a single cat another one's secret. they were always safe with him, and there was oh so many secrets he did take to his grave.
• loyal, never would he dare to betray the clan or anyone. he never even thought of such.

negatives

• absent minded, sometimes he was not aware of his surroundings and sometimes he was not there- day dreaming of things.
• flirt, that is right. buzzardleaf was a huge flirt- but of course he would not ever take on a mate or have kits. he was to loyal to the warrior code for that. and the medicine cat code.
• stubborn, most of the time when it came to his rank, he would do what he had his mind set to and no one could persway him from such. rarely anyone did and rarely did anyone try.
• perfectionist, the tom always did have the herbs arranged just right to his liking and would get all finicky if it was distrubed. though he did not act like this towards kittens who were just curious and exploring his den, who happened to mess his herbs.
• squeamish, it is an odd trait for the medicine cat to have but buzzardleaf was indeed squeamish. it took a lot for him to get over the sight of some of the injuries that were presented to him.

the past

the history

Three tiny kits squirmed at their mother's white belly, under careful guidance of her gaze. She was thinking of a name for the one kit that had yet to have one, the one unnamed black kit who seemed a tad out of place. Near tempted to give him the name of Blackkit but kept deciding against it, it would not be fair to the others who had nicer names than simply a color. So with long moments of thoughts and some time, she finally came up for a name for her only son. Buzzardkit, like the black bird.

And that is how Buzzardleaf earned his prefix, his mother wanting a nice name for him like his two sisters. His only siblings and his littermates. Their names were Applekit, now Applefur and with him in Starclan, and Nightingalekit. Nightingalekit is now Nightingalefoot, also with him in Starclan. His sisters were always nice to them, standing up for him when others taunted him for not wanting to fight. For not wanting to deal with violence. For not wanting to be a warrior.

Thankfully, the medicine cat took interest in him and gave him kindness for the help he offered. So with interest and Buzzardkit, at the time, questioning her once in a while about it- she agreed. When he and his sisters were given their apprentice ceremony, the medicine cat spoke up and claimed him to be her apprentice. They went through the proper ceremony at the moonstone and he was accepted by Starclan. Thus beginning his training to be a medicine cat apprentice which he desired to be.

Throughout his apprenticeship, Buzzardpaw showed good improvement and progress but tended to loose some information from time to time. It was just so much to take in! But he did not mind the scolding or the training, he enjoyed it. With repetition and time, he learned what he needed for the rank. Besides this, Buzzardpaw's apprentice was pretty common and there is not much that is noticeable about this. So moving forward, we will carry onto when he gets his full name.

Getting his full name was very exciting for him, he would finally not be a paw anymore! And anyone who trained for a medicine cat knows how long one usually stays an apprentice. So to be freed from 'paw' was very nice and it excited him. What made him more happy was his suffix, that being 'leaf'. A suffix only cats of that rank could get! He thought it was very special and he tended to show off for a little while after he earned it. No cat minded much, they mostly congratulated him on his achievement.

Many things continued as it normally would, up until his mentor's death from green cough. It left Buzzardleaf devastated and he grieved for a while. Took a while for him to recover from that but when he did, he took on an apprentice. He figured that it would be best- help keep him out of his depression and he thought he could use some extra help too. Considering herbs were hard to come by then as well. It was a low herb supply that winter.

Training his apprentice served to be difficult but rewarding, his patience he had paying off and with some caring and reminders- his apprentice got his warrior name just like he did all those moons ago. Before the mentor's death and depression. Shortly after giving his apprentice the name, Buzzardleaf did commit suicide.

Soft steps hit the the ground, falling lightly against the green leaf ground- the sun rays beating down on the Shadowclan camp. He'd miss the sun, he really would but he could not stay with Shadowclan anymore. His body ached all the time from some unknown illness he caught, causing other symptoms which put the beloved medicine cat in misery for most of his days that past moon. It was one thing that Buzzardleaf did not know how to fix, temporarily fixing some of the symptoms but they always came back with a vicious vengeance and the illness would not go away. Besides, the neck wound he had earned from a fox, which thankfully was not deep enough to kill him at the time, had gotten infected. It caused more pain on his body and he knew he was going to die from that anyways. So why suffer anymore? He trusted his apprentice very much with his duties and made sure to give him his name at the last Medicine Cat gathering.

With a small sigh and a sad, longing look at the ground when he made it too the middle of the camp, he sat down. Dropping from his jaws was the red crimson berries, night shade. It took a couple moments but soon cats were gathering around him in curiosity but kept their distance. Buzzardleaf could hear the hushed whispers but knew not of what they were saying. He glanced over his mother, his father and his siblings. He would miss them dearly but he would make sure to watch over them.

"I can't go on," Buzzardleaf announced to those who came to watch his final feat. Gasps and shocked expressions littered their faces. All of them were to shocked to say a word, some hoping it was just a joke. "My body is aching, I have an illness which I have no cure for. The injury on my neck is infected so I will be dying from that anyways. Now I never had a wish to die, I don't even want to,  I wish I could stay here and continue my duties as a medicine cat. But sadly, Starclan has decided otherwise but please do not hate them for their decision. And remember, I will be in the stars and with you forever. So please do not get to upset over my death. I could not bare to see any of you in pain because of me," The black tom spoke in a calm expression, the calm and caring one he gave to all his patients and anyone who was distressed. Who needed the comfort. The voice the cats around him got to know and love. 

Before anyone could step forward to stop the poor medicine cat, he proceeded to eat the death berries he brought with him. Due to the double dose, it was not long before his body was shivering and shaking from the poison. He doubled over, his body lurching forward as he collapsed on the ground. At the harsh impact, the infected wound split open and started to bleed again but with a mixture of puss. His vision going in and out, blurry and seeing doubles. Eventually he could not take it anymore and closed his green eyes for the last time. Buzzardleaf proceeded to wait for death after doing so, which did not take long. 

The pain leaving him, the top soon woke up and stood up. Gazing around, he noticed he was in a forest. Greeted by his past family and a lot of other cats too. He soon realized where he was, Starclan. Buzzardleaf greeted them kindly, deciding to watch over the ones who grieved for him back at Shadowclan later that night. He wanted to watch over them for the night.

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