Redomen of Nightclan (done)

Name: Nettlekit -> Nettlepaw -> Nettlespring -> Redomen

Age: 58 moons

Gender: Male

Clan: Echoclan

Rank: Medicine Cat

Character Slot: Normal

Character Status: Alive

Character Add-ons: None

Appearance: Redomen is a brown tom cat with a green variation of heterochromia. He has dark brown rosettes, his ears and front toes are also brown as well as the majority of his back legs. Redomen’s throat and tail are an ashier brown. He has a large scar located near his chest.

Personality: Redomen is an awkward and socially inept despite his demeanor and charm, many cats assume because Redomen is a handsome cat that he is also charismatic but they couldn’t be more wrong. Redomen doesn’t seem to know how to interact with others and tends to struggle greatly, though his looks still win him attention whether it’s wanted or not. Redomen likes to be around cats though he can become clingy the closer his relationship is and while Redomen is aware that he is in the wrong for wanting to monopolize others, the fear of losing them is stronger than his belief that they’ll come back on their own. 

History: Nettlekit was born two the Nightclan toms Thrushscar and Darkthroat alongside Foxkit, though Nettlekit was to some minor extent neglected by his fathers due to his strange quirks and overzealous need to tell them about his dreams. Nettlekit would often talk to one father and wear him out before talking to the other, Nettlekit showed a more eager interest in her brother’s dreams and reassured Nettlekit that what he had to say was important. Nettlekit spent all of his time with his sister and didn’t seem to be able to form relationships as easily with other kits, showing to be too strange for their liking. Nettlekit developed strange habits such as always asking to see his father’s teeth and staring into his mouth for long periods of time, Thrushscar was not as patient with this habit as Darkthroat was. Nettlekit’s dreams became more and more lucid, so much so that Nettlekit would struggle to wake up. The surreal and incoherent moments that’d melt away by morning were no longer so, they were depictions of the future. And they stayed with Nettlekit even when he’d wake up. The pull of an unforeseen force, the whisper of a voice that belonged to no one. They nagged Nettlekit to tell others and share with them what he knew, and one day Nettlekit did.

Nettlepaw was made into a medicine cat apprentice for his prophetic dreams, though Nettlepaw didn’t respond well to being watched and having to interact with more cats than he was used to. Nettlepaw had his sister by his side to support and encourage him to try and soak in his mentors' teachings despite his discomfort, and Nettlepaw exceeded in doing so though he couldn’t do the same with other apprentices. He struggled to relate to the other apprentices and find similarities he could share with them, and even as hard as Nettlepaw would try it’d prove to be useless. Nettlepaw’s fascination with teeth, his nervous habit to pick at the fur between his toes, and his ramblings about nothing relevant. Nettlepaw was talented in organizing berries and utilizing them past their basic use, he spent his spare time learning and studying berries and herbs to understand them better. He always had to understand everything he was introduced to, he couldn’t just learn and memorize every little thing he had to understand it. It’d put him at ease, perhaps because if he could understand the world around him he could understand the visions he’d receive. Nettlepaw understood that his dreams were omens of terrible futures, outcomes of blood being shed and lives being lost. Events that could’ve been prevented, that could be prevented if one knew about them prior. Nettlepaw knew it was his duty to protect his clan by warning them about what he’d see but every omen sent chills down his spine, he struggled to find the words to describe the horrors and he struggled to find it within himself to tell his clan what would befall them. Nettlepaw wondered if he could truly do this.

Early into his time as a medicine cat, Nettlespring befriend a cat named Hollyslip and Nettlespring found himself enamored with her but accepted that her feelings for him were platonic. Nettlespring simply wanted her in his life, he wanted to feel welcomed and wanted by a cat that was not expected to care about him. He found himself wanting nothing more than to spend his days with Hollyslip, the friend that understood him best, but his nights were filled with dread. He dreamed of her death, of a cat chasing her deep into the caves and pushing her to run right as the jagged rocks above would collapse onto them, he knew how it’d all end and no matter what Nettlespring did he’d witness the same dream. He became obsessed with saving Hollyslip, he never left her alone, never let her leave camp, he always had a reason for why Hollyslip couldn’t be without him and though his intentions came from a true and pure heart his actions wore her patience thin. Hollyslip couldn’t take another day of being with Nettlespring and ran as far from him as she could get, Nettlespring panicked and raced after her crying for her name and crying for her to come back. Their paws echoed and bounced off the walls of the caves. Nettlespring remembers hearing a deep rumble and feeling a splitting pain, and seeing the mess that was once Hollyslip. Nettlespring was rescued and taken back to the clan, as he recovered many cats blamed him for the death of Hollyslip and for many of the other prophecies that Nettlespring had brought to his clan. That the very act of muttering those cursed words was what brought them to be actualized, and so Nettlespring became Redomen. Named for the blood he had shed from the omens that came from his own wicked mind, to come to Redomen now is to seal your own fate and Redomen is happy to tell it for he’s come to realize that everything will happen the way it must.

Relationships:

+ Darkthroat (Father)

+ Thrushscar (Father)

+ Foxfern (Sister)

+ Slugpaw (Sibling)

Trivia:

+Redomen likes to peel the skin off of berries and meticulously does so when he’s nervous or has to participate in a conversation he doesn’t want to be a part of.

+ Redomen struggles to make eye contact with others
+ Redomen tends to ramble and mumble randomly in a manner that can be a tad unsettling.

+Weirdly fascinated by teeth.

+Redomen’s medicine herb is deathberries.