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Post by Kuwaki on Dec 31, 2016 0:02:29 GMT
name: raggedkit / raggedpaw / raggedpelt
gender: male
age: 115 moons
rank: elder
allegiance: shadowclan
quick description: black long haired tom with amber eyes.
appearance:
fur darker than the ash after a flame, long and thick and hard to maintain. the black fur is what earned him his name as a kit, "ragged", from the moment he was born he was problematic. his fur would mat almost instantly with each movement he made and before everything went wrong with his mother and sister, his mother would laugh and call him her 'raggedy son', though, he doesn't remember this. his fur is such a dark contrast to everything around him, even the shadows beneath the pine trees couldn't compete with the tint of his coat. in the light you can see shimmers of brown and orange tones that make his fur look smooth and soft to the touch when in reality its coarse and matted. the black fur is long, the fur on his tail often pulls along the ground after him, picking up every twig and piece of earth it can manage. raggedpelt spends his time when he wakes up cleaning his fur, and yet, the fur constantly stays matted even with the constant care.
his eyes are a stunning amber, pupils greying slightly with age and cataracts. the amber eyes illuminate his whole body, so much emotion is held in his eyes; the dark fur making them seem so much more intense than they actually were. this feature is easily his most attractive one.
raggedpelt is broad, his shoulder width seems to go on forever, his legs long and muscular from his moons as a warrior. he's tall, much taller than your average warrior; when he was younger he would hold himself with such pride that made him seem so tall and elegant, like he actually knew what he was doing. as an elder, hes hunched with the pain of his back and hindquarters, his back legs are held low to the ground in an attempt to ease the pain; his muscles unable to allow him to stand properly. despite this, he's adjusted and is still rather agile considering all of his aches and pains.
raggedpelts head is broad, his features perfectly placed; his eyes not too close, not too far apart. his ears are an average size, his whiskers extending far longer than most giving him a look of sophistication. he's a handsome tom, even as his muzzle slowly greys at his chin and lips, the fur around his eyes slowly fading to a soft grey as well indicating his age. even with age, raggedpelt remains an unusually handsome tom with raggedy fur.
personality:
ambitious ; loyal ; religious ; family orientated ; romantic ; aggressive tendencies ; friendly ; out going ; anxious ; fragile
being left alone with his father from practically the moment of his birth, raggedpelt always felt like he needed to exceed acorntails expectations by being the best he could be even though it was never required. he was determined to prove he could care for himself without the cushion padding his father wrapped around him to keep him safe. as soon as he was apprenticed his goal like many, was to to lead shadowclan. he wanted his legacy to be a great one, one that would make his father proud. this was the main drive to him being a hardworking tom besides his mentor being incredibly strict. it wasn't long until he realised he was not suited to lead and changed his ambitions to building a family. having lost his mother and sister and it only being his father and himself he was determined to expand his family. even with two kits and a mate, he felt as though he still wanted more from life and he still hunts for it.
raggedpelt is incredibly loyal to his clan and to starclan; he often speaks to starclan in his mind and through prayer through the belief that he was keeping himself close to his father. his loyalty to starclan only wavered once, while his loyalty to shadowclan remained strong and unbreakable with an intense fondness of following the warrior code to the extreme. he rarely lets others get away with breaking the code, leafsong breaking the code as his apprentice is a prime example of how much rage and anger he experiences when another breaks the code. he believes it to be one of the biggest disrespects on their ancestors and to the clan. he never lets it slide no matter who breaks the code; if it was one of his daughters or mate he would be truly heartbroken and upset.
the big tom is incredibly romantic and family orientated. from a young age he wanted to build a family for himself so when he met moonshadow he did all he could to woe her. although he was nervous, he was kind with his words and affectionate from the moment he realised he was falling for the grey she-cat. his want to build a family comes from the roots of being alone with his father and so when he lost acorntail he felt the need to push on to and build himself a new family. when moonshadow gifted him with two daughters he was ecstatic with himself.
though raggedpelt in reality is a big softy, when you piss him off he gets aggressive very, very quickly. he's incredibly physical with his anger often taking it out with his claws. this is a look into how raggedpelt is perhaps, not as put together as one would believe. from the constant loss through his life he has suffered mentally, packing away his emotions to the back of his mind and only releasing them when something pushes him over the edge. raggedpelt can take a lot of pain and frustration before the dam bursts and so far in his life, such a thing has happened only twice.
raggedpelt is friendly and outgoing, he finds it easy to communicated with everyone he meets. he's the social butterfly who blossoms mostly at gatherings, even with other cats from other clans he is willing to talk to them on neutral ground with vigour and kindness. he adores being able to talk to his own clan as well, he spends so much time with kits and apprentices hearing about their day, especially as an elder, hes more than willing to share a few tales with the clan from 'back in his day'.
due to raggedpelts life not being the easiest, he dealt with anxiety when it came to loss. he was oddly fragile for a warrior, his emotional stability could crumble within a few words. cats hid deaths of those he loved from him for as long as they could for fear of how he'll react. he broke down completely at the death of his father and if it wasn't for moonshadow who brought him back from the rough time he probably wouldn't have become the skilled warrior he was.
history:
a beautiful tom born to a litter of two to parents, acorntail and greyfoot. his sister was named softkit for her smooth fur. they were both lucky to have such adoring parents, greyfoot always saw to their needs even when one was sneezing and causing a fuss, the other cat would never miss out on the love their parents had to give. raggedkit was fortunate; both of them had been born weak and already suffering before they came into the world with their mother catching whitecough during her pregnancy and although it was cured; the she cat was not up to full strength to carry her kits. about two moons in to their lives, raggedkit woke one day by his sister and she was still, cold and lifeless. their mother had been distraught at the loss of softkit; acorntail and the queens of that time ended up caring for him as his mother grew ill. she had been warned not to fret and worry herself, but she spent hours just by softkits burial site; praying to starclan that it wasn't true. raggedkit didn't understand, and acorntail made sure his son would never remember their mother in such a state of mind. raggedkit was five moons old when she passed away, greencough had overcome her, beginning as whitecough ad developing. raggedkit and his father mourned her but with acorntail limiting his time with her, raggedkit didn't know his mother at all well, something he truly regrets now.
for his final moon as a kit, he simply prepared to become an apprentice. unlike most kits, his kithood was sad and eventless; being constantly monitored by the medicine cat and his father. raggedkit only ever traveled as far as the elder den and back to the nursery where there were no kits but himself and a queen who had resigned to caring for kits and mothers. acorntail was simply trying to help him, urging him to become the best he could; but he was restraining him for so many moons prior to his apprenticeship from anxiety from the two losses.
at six moons he was apprenticed to owlpelt, a vicious she-cat who pushed him to his limits and beyond and rarely praising him when he succeeded. she believed he was treating like a starclan cat as a kit and deserved the cruel treatment despite the trauma of find his sibling beside him that morning. raggedpaw was a determined cat though, he wasn't weak and pampered, so he came to the conclusion that his mother and sister were just too weak to survive and he had to be strong for them both now that he was the only one left. he succeeded as an apprentice under owlpelts tutelage, though she was cruel and he truly disliked her for a long time; he was proud. acorntail saw his sons progress and was proud; he spent time out of his day to watch raggedpaw train with owlpelt, some times aiding him when he failed and owlpelt got frustrated. the two bonded over their ability to survive and their hard work.
it was early into his apprentice ship when owlpelt had him running laps to increase his agility did he skid, the earth tearing his dew claw with a painful yell from the apprentice. the claw was treated and they were hopeful that it would heal until it got infected; it hung loose by his leg a problematic piece of skin that made walking irritating and sore. of course owlpelt had no sympathy and continued his training against the medicine cats orders; it resulted him him having to get the dew claw removed. a painful procedure that he'd never forget as long as he lived. this lead to him struggling, to hunt prey in shadowclan you needed to train the creature, twisting it and holding it with the dew claw before giving the finishing blow; something he could no longer do. under the orders 'figure it out or don't become a warrior.' from the delightful owlpelt. it only made him work harder to develop a new style of hunting; lucky for him he was a large tom with large paws, soon enough he found he only needed one paw to pin his prey and snap its neck if he was quick enough.
owlpelt sneered at him while acorntail purred in approval; he earned his warrior name not to long after. raggedpelt, the name given to him for his long fur that always matted no matter how hard he tried. the tasks of a warrior didn't help to smooth his fur so he stopped trying.
although the injury had caused him to become a warrior at thirteen moons rather than the usual twelve moon he was still a skilled warrior both in battle and in the clan. he found it easy to befriend others, he was popular among the clans. gatherings were a joy to him as a social flower the bloomed when others spoke to him. he was helpful, even before receiving his first apprentice, he was sure to show the kits and apprentices' fun techniques he had to learn with his disability and encouraging them to practice and share it with their friends in case they got a sore paw one day. it wasn't long into his warrior life when his father retired to become an apprentice, raggedpelt didn't let that stop him from caring for the older cat. he religiously ate with him and spoke to him each morning when he was awake to listen anyway.
though his life wasn't always peaceful; owlpelts life was taken during a battle between thunderclan and shadowclan across the thunderpath. she had been viciously fighting while raggedpelt had been tearing at another cat who dared to cross the border. owlpelt was foolish when she ran onto the thunderpath, her death ended the battle and raggedpelt carried her body to camp. although he didn't like owlpelt, he had spent a large amount of time with her and the loss was great. he found that he would miss her cold words and her paw batting him over the ear when he said something she dictated to be rude or immature.
he was given his first apprentice not long after her passing; leafpaw. she was sweet and innocent, receptive to his lessons but with a bad habit of vanishing everyday. raggedpelt was constantly on the hunt to find her when she should be doing her duties. although she showed promise and loyalty it would soon be revealed to raggedpelt that perhaps, leafpaw was not as loyal as she had seemed.
four moons into their training and one gathering was all it took for her to fall in love with a thunderclan cat. it took raggedpelt six before he noticed what was going on. he was quick to tackle her with the issue, following them to the border, watching as the tom crossed to shadowclan territory and sat with her. it was then that raggedpelt chose to leap from the undergrowth pinning the tom down with a loud hiss in his face. a cruel warning that if he ever came back that he would be the one to flay the thunderclan apprentice himself. leafpaw had been terrified; raggedpelts temper had never been free like that before and he had an uncontrollable energy and as he turned to scold leafpaw, his mind wanting to banish her for her disloyalty to him and the clan and just tell the leader she left of her own accord. raggedpelt grew to be thankful that his father had also followed him, he was the calm before the storm that would never happen because of his soothing words. he was quick to be by raggedpelts side, to send leafpaw back to camp and to urge raggedpelt to forgive her for her mistakes and allow her to be punished fairly.
and so raggedpelt did just that, he allowed her to continue as his apprentice but told the leader of her faults. she was watched daily until the clan believed she could be trusted again. raggedpelt was proud of how far she had come to earn the name leafsong, she was a skilled warrior and a true asset to shadowclan. he was proud that she chose the right path and that the thunderclan cat had done the same. she was his first apprentice and his biggest challenge yet.
when he was fourty moons his father passed away, it was leaf bare and greencough had ravaged the camp taking his father like it had his mother. he had been distraught with the loss and although he wanted to wail he caved in on himself at loosing his best friend. it took a she-cat he didn't know all too well to bring him out of his rut. moonshadow, the beautiful grey cat who's fur was merely tones paler that his. she had drawn him out of his shell once more with small conversations; both of them clearly interested in each other. it took raggedpelt a long time to come to terms with his emotions for her before admitting it; it was a surprise to him that she felt the same toward him. the two were mates instantly after that, she was twenty moons older that her but neither of them cared.
soon moonshadow became pregnant, the pregnancy was smooth with no hiccups and raggedpelt was ecstatic that his mate was pregnant. having always wanted kits he was eager to tell everyone, so he did. he was upset that his father wasn't there to meet his kits when they were born, to grin and tease him about how he'd be a horrible father. all in all, he just wanted his dad back to be there for the big moments, to keep him from walking off a cliff when he gets distracted, to protect him. when moonshadow gave birth to two kits, one named softkit for his sister, the other was willowkit, two girls. the only problem was raggedpelt; he had been in a litter of two and only one had survived and the mother died; he feared the loss of the new family he had created, he practically moved into the nursery to make sure they were alright and when one sniffed he'd had the medicine cat checking on them; it may have been annoying, but he did it out of love.
he was eager to play with the kits and tell them stories, teach them hunting techniques long before they were supposed to. raggedpelt proudly watch them grow up with moonshadow, when they were apprenticed raggedpelt made sure to tag along for some of their sessions as his father had with him though their mentors weren't a cruel as owlpelt had been. he purred at the sight of willowpaw and softpaw, moonshadow by his side. he was truly happy for the first time since his father passed. to have a family again; what felt like a big family, it was an honor to be graced with such a thing by starclan.
it was his kits twelfth moon on the earth, he was coiled up against moonshadow in the warriors den when the dream came. a small kit, a femine cat and his father, sat together on a hill he couldn't get close to. he saw his fathers head nod, a soft smile seen in front of the stars that seemed to dance in his fur. he could only assume the two he was with was his sister and mother. raggedpelt woke that night with a jump, he ran outside of the den, the scents of the dream following as he collapsed outside the warriors den with a loud purr. starclan had visited him, not only starclan but his father and family - they were there, they were happy for him. he slept outside that night.
raggedpelt could never explain the pride he felt when he saw willowpaw and softpaw earn their warrior names; willowfur and softheart; he rushed to them with purrs of congratulations and thanks to his father that he guided them to succeed in shadowclan as apprentices and now they would succeed as warriors.
during this time, his mate had been given her first apprentice in yellowpaw and he couldn't have been more proud and willing to help when she asked. raggedpelt would never be able to say no to the grey she-cat when she asked for something, so he happily offered advice when required. although he didn't befriend yellowpaw or spend time with the level headed she-cat, he was proud when she earned her warrior name; not only that the clan was progressing and growing with new warriors, but because moonshadow had been the one to train her which instantly meant in his mind; yellowivy would go far. raggedpelt was by her side with gentle words of congratulations before settling down for the night. he was growing to miss having an apprentice; so he eagerly went to the leader and asked for an apprentice after the newleaf litters that were sure to come.
he was given sparrowpaw; a lively tom who unlike his previous apprentice, struggled to listen and obey. raggedpelt and sparrowpaw clashed on views and decisions; sparrowpaw was determined to prove to raggedpelt that starclan wasn't real and that he was fooling himself by believing in them. raggedpelt rarely doubted himself, but the tom cat proved to have such a compelling argument he found himself doubting; fearful that perhaps his dream with his father was just that - a dream. the thought that his father couldn't see how far he had come from the sick little kit who lost its kin was heartbreaking and simultaneously terrifying so he grew cold and ruthless with sparrowpaw. he began treating the apprentice like an idiot who couldn't walk two steps without falling, he never praised him and refused to spend time with sparrowpaw outside of his training - something so unlike the kind and generous tom he was. normally he'd happily sit with an apprentice and share tongues but with sparrowpaw, all he felt was a blinding rage for the doubt he had put in his mind.
sparrowpaw was skilled, smart and loyal; everything a shadowclan warrior needed to be. raggedpelt had no reason to be so cruel to him; so when sparrowpaw accidentally nicked him in training raggedpelt surprised himself by throwing the cat to the ground and pinning him with claws threatening the soft skin on the apprentices' neck. it was almost though his body was waiting for the opportunity to react violently toward the apprentice. raggedpelt had instantly backed away with a flurry of apologies, explaining why he had been so cruel. he was comparing himself to owlpelt - so afraid of how far he'd gone, how he'd almost injured the apprentice over a small scratch. sparrowpaw was surprisingly understanding and patient as he listened to his mentor; and soon became a comforting shoulder. raggedpelt and sparrowpaw were friends after that day with the agreement that nobody should know what had transpired in that particular training session.
cats were surprised by the suddenly friendliness between the two; sparrowpaw had assured raggedpelt that if starclan was real for him than his own beliefs shouldn't affect him - perhaps he was just too closed minded. raggedpelt accepted the words with a sigh of relief and instantly the two grew close almost like brothers. when sparrowpaw became sparrowcall, he and raggedpelt could be seen together constantly even without the tie that drew them together as apprentice a mentor. raggedpelt had his nest placed beside moonshadow with sparrowcall on his other side.
raggedpelt couldn't have been prouder of what he had achieved in his short life - a mate, two beautiful daughters, a best friend and a happy, peaceful life in his clan. though life was never kind to raggedpelt, he had made it into something good - though it would never stop throwing curve balls his way as sparrowcall grew ill with greencough.
the shock had been enough to send raggedpelt into moons of constant anxiety; spending his spare time with his friend even while being told not to go near him in case he caught it. he was foolish not to listen to the warnings of almost every cat in the clan; he ended up with whitecough that leafbare. raggedpelt was determined not to leave sparrowcalls side as he coughed up his lung, going fair enough slip away at night from the medicine cat den after hearing of depleted catmint supplies. he crossed the thunderclan border with coughs and wheezes; not hesitating to run to the twoleg place in search of more catmint. raggedpelt was no medicine cat - he didn't know the usual spots to find it so he was searching blindly with the only knowledge that twolegs were always nearby a supply of catmint. it was dark that night, with sickness blocking his senses it was no surprise when a kittypet bowled him over with a hiss and wide eyes that were full of fear at the trespasser in its garden.
raggedpelt had snorted, kicking the cat off with a bit of trouble as is lung fought him. he was determined to find catmint and not to loose sparrowcall to greencough as he had his mother. the kittypet turned soft as soon as she realised he was stronger than her; unaware that he was ill and that she could beat him in battle easily. instead, she became his aid that night. her name was mya; a beautiful silver tabby cat who eyes shined in the half moon light. she knew exactly where the catmint was and happily took raggedpelt to it as long as he promised not to return which; he was happy to agree to. the kittypet houses were disgusting, twolegs calling into the night with soft shushing sounds that were irritating, making his ears flatten against his head in disgust. grabbing a mouth full of catmint; he departed and ran back to the border. his legs ached, his body growing weak as he felt himself descend into darkness.
he woke to the sound of worried mewls, his eyes opening, the catmint by his head and softhearts body wrapped around him. he could feel her tongue being drawn over his ears as she made soft sounds of fear to her father. as he tilted his head, he saw the relief in her eyes, but all he could feel was fear that she'd catch his illness. he encouraged her to leave him, to take the catmint to the camp and get the medicine cat rather than to sit with him. reluctantly, softheart did just that. having pushed his body too far that night he wasn't awake for the news of sparrowcalls passing - he wasn't by his side that night to comfort him. raggedpelt was brought back to camp and diagnosed with greencough; he didn't learn of sparrowcalls death for a moon. his mind fogged by illness; he was being treated with the catnip he retrieved for sparrowcall and slowly improving.
when he was able to see clearly once more, he didn't ask about sparrowcall until a few days later, remembering how he had ended up the way he was. they were all reluctant to tell him in case he spiraled downward, raggedpelt didn't have a good history with dealing with loss. when he was told, raggedpelt secluded himself from everyone except for moonshadow - relying heavily on her, a thing he would soon feel guilty for doing. he felt as though he had pushed so much negativity on her for those moons of pure sadness with the loss of sparrowcall. he knew the tom didn't believe in starclan, but raggedpelt still wanted him to be running in the stars with their shared ancestors who were surely proud of how far the young tom had come in such a short life. raggedpelt couldn't have been more thankful for his apprentice and how they had bonded after that one training session, it was almost as though starclan had planned to test his belief in them with sparrowcall, but raggedpelt refused to believe that was his only purpose in the world. sparrowcall had impacted so many lives and raggedpelt would never stop missing him.
it wasn't until moons later when he was given another apprentice - his last apprentice. her name was sharppaw. she was abrasive and obnoxious; honestly, raggedpelt just found her amusing. unlike his previous apprenticeships; hers went smoothly though they didn't develop a friendship like the one he had with sparrowcall, it didn't teach him a lesson like leafsong, it was just a successful mentor and apprentice relationship. she grew to be a skilled warrior under the name sharpnose for her keen sense of smell. he was happy for her as he watched her fall in love a build a family of her own.
raggedpelts life was getting on, he asked rookstar to stop giving him apprentices', he went on less patrols, spent more of his time with his mate and kits. raggedpelt was determined not to retire before his hundredth moon; so he powered through. often you would see him staying up late to watch over the camp as the willing guard - up first in the morning and eager to lead the next patrol. he truly was a determined tom who had achieved so much in his life and yet it felt like it wasn't enough for raggedstar. he always wanted to achieve something more; not to lead, no, never to lead, the stress of an apprentice was too much, never mind a whole clan of cats to keep in line. raggedpelt had always wanted a family, he'd built one, loss his best friend and father along the way, cats he grew up with had passed away moons ago and yet he wanted something more. he was still living; but he didn't know why, surely, after achieving his goals, he could at least die in battle fighting for his clan?
the tom had always been a cat who was willing to give his life for what he believed. his father had raised him to like that - to believe that he wasn't the one who needed to survive, what was one life when many could be saved by his sacrifice? to have to watch younger warriors die in battle was something raggedpelt believed would haunt him because he would just be sat in the elders den, taking up space, eating their prey and although he didn't have a death wish; he didn't want to be useless to shadowclan. he had been ninety moons when he was asked to retire and of course, he refused. though his bones ached for a break, his senses slowly loosing their sharpness as he found his hindquarters difficult to move each morning, he was determined to keep going. and he did, to his defense; he did keep going.
it was only when the foolish tom decided to climb a tree the last leafbare before his retirement to catch a robin who had perched on a thin branch. the clan had no food, struggling to survive - nothing new when it was leafbare. he had pounced with perfect posture though he could feel his back begging for him to stop with each movement as he moved up the branches with pounces that looked strained with each pull of his muscle until he reached the robin. the bird began to flutter its wings before he could grab it properly so he leaped, gripping it between his paws but missing the branch and began to fall. raggedpelt practically threw the robin to the ground; he heard the thud as it fell through the snow, dead, soon to be followed by him. he crashed into the snow with a yell of pain as a sharp sting ran along his spine and hindquarters that made it near impossible to move. he just about made it back to camp alone when a patrol caught him limping and hissing at the pain. they were quick to be by his side, guiding him and taking the weight off his legs. thankfully, the damage had not left him paralysed and he couldn't have thanked starclan enough.
immediately, he was brought to the medicine cat with a robin gripped between his teeth. the feline treating him strongly advised he retire, the muscle along his back and side needed to be massaged daily which at first sounded appealing until the cat placed their paws on either side of his spine. the pressure sent him yowling into a white haze of pure pain as the medicine cat worked his muscles. he was lucky, the fall was enough to have snapped his back if it wasn't for the snow that cushioned his fall. at least, raggedpelt caught the robin. he had given it to the medicine cat who scolded him immediately but their eyes softened and they nodded their thanks.
annoyingly, raggedpelt was confined to the medicine cat den to recover before he returned to his warrior duties, though encouraged not to. he was a devil to sneak out during the night and venture into shadowclan territory. it was a struggle to keep raggedpelt still, he was young cat at heart even though his body begged to differ. he would happily relive his life, all the ups and downs, he truly believed he had lived a full life and that he deserved a warriors death - to pass away in a noble stance to save another but life didn't tend to give raggedpelt what he wanted as it allowed him to live long. when he turned his hundredth moon he approached rookstar and asked to join the elders den after talking to moonshadow about it. he knew, the she-cat would want to continue on as a warrior, being much younger than him he understood that he'd have to wait before she could retire with him. rookstar was happy to grant his wishes and allow him to retire; thanking him for his service.
he quickly fell into a comfortable routine as an elder, his morning stroll, the occasional hunt should his body allow it and spinning tales of his past for the kits and apprentices'. he was self efficient; he liked having something to do so raggedpelt helped apprentices clear out the elder nests, he was still able to move around though rookstar didn't hesitate to scold him for offering help to the cats who needed to learn. raggedpelt adored the young of the clan, he loved seeing cats grow and become so much so occasionally he'd watch training sessions when groups were practicing their skills and more than often making bets with their mentors on who would win whilst encouraging each and every cat who trained.
when rookstar passed away from illness, raggedpelt felt the loss greatly. he had watched her grow up and ascend in the ranks of the clan. she chose well in rowanstar to follow in her paw steps. though the she-cat had died from illness, raggedpelt had believed her death was noble and one that didn't make her seem weak; having been raised with the idea that his parent not surviving illness was just his mother being weak, he could never see rookstar being week. even as an elder, raggedpelt found he wasn't done learning in the clan.
though raggedpelt was in separate dens to his mate and kin, he always found time to be with them. he could rarely go a moment without being by moonshadows side. raggedpelt was certain to share tongues with her and hear about her day and the drama of who stepped on who in the warriors den that night when rushing to the dirt place. he would walk with his daughters; picking out toms for them and begging for them to have kits so he could have grandkits to play with and spoil completely. both of them would laugh and tell him to shove off which would only be followed by the phrase usually reserved for mothers, 'you're not getting any younger.' in a teasing tone which would result in a cuff around the ear and a half assed insult directed at his age.
now, raggedpelt happily lives out his life in the elders den, sharing tales of his past and continuing to make new memories with his family
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