Malone "Doc"

[Zesha]

Name:

Malone “Doc”

Desired Name:

Goldenclaw

Age:

31 moons

Rank:

None

Allegiance:

Loner

Birth Moon:

Snow Moon 2014

Gender:

Tom

Appearance:

A longhaired red chinchilla/shell cameo cat with the stripes on his face seeming black and the rest a darker golden color. The tip of his tail is also black. He sports a lovely pink nose surrounded on two sides by white, which stretches out onto his cheeks and drops down into a V shape on his chest. His toes are white as well. Doc’s eyes are a pale green, and rarely do they ever look stressed.

Personality:

It’s very rare to see Doc angry, and few cats want to relieve the memories of when he does. The only time you’ll ever see him like this, however, is if someone is threatening one of his friends—of which he has very, very few. Normally, Doc is calm, completely in control of his actions and decisions even if others might not think he is. His demeanor remains cool, unfazed by insults but only too happy to make smart comebacks himself, which tend to rile up whoever he’s talking to. Some may even say he seems collected, like he has all of his kits in a row at all times, and knows exactly how to handle a situation. Of course, he’s no mind reader, and really he’s just good at thinking on his paws. One has to be when there are those without your best interests in mind just behind that tree.

Doc is a fantastic fighter, and can slash at another cat’s face in the blink of an eye. He’s quick from all the time he’s spent practicing between learning which herbs do what. He also has a streak of good luck coming through that he’s deserved since the death of pretty much all of his family, so he’s able to remember herbs quite well. Or maybe he just has a good memory, but that’s not what he’s attributing it to.

However, he is actually sick with a feline form of tuberculosis that he hides from other cats. It is his biggest weakness right now. He usually stays in the moors where the air is drier, which helps, though he still has coughing fits from time to time where he spits up blood. Also, never let him eat catnip. He becomes rowdy and wants to fight then. Mostly though, he tends to come off as a snake-hearted tom because of his need to make sarcastic comments.

Oddly enough, Doc likes to get his paws wet. Unfortunately for him, damp air makes his tuberculosis worse, and so he can’t go near it anymore. When he isn’t out collecting herbs, which he finds very relaxing, he tends to sharpen up his fighting skills. He wants to make sure he can defend his friends from enemies and sickness.

Doc isn’t a fan of those that get angry easy, but then again, who is? They make him have to tense his claws and ready himself to strike if they make a move, and he doesn’t desire to hurt anyone if he doesn’t have to. He also can’t stand drinking water from anywhere but a running body of water, like a stream. Above all, however, he despises cowards. Don’t run away from your problems.

His greatest fear is dying of his illness. He’d rather die in battle, which may be why he tends to be sarcastic and goad strong looking cats into fighting him. He became afraid of having kits when his sister died at six moons old, and it also made him nervous about getting a mate.

History:

WARNING: This may be long.

Doc was born in a twoleg nest to Geffery and Ann, who were both of which were of Siberian ancestry. His father often went outside and got into fights, and during the last great “war” against the neighborhood bullies, he brought home a kit about Doc’s age named Quinn. Both grew close and were nearly insperable for a time. Geffery taught both his sons how to fight, feeling that they may need to defend themselves one day, especially if another “war” began brewing.

He had a sister at one point, but she was a sickly kit gorwing up. Little Catherine was only six moons old when she finally succumbed to the illness, one that to this day no one knew the cause of or even what it was. The cold fingers of leaf-bare took her in her sleep one night. At this point he began to grow a bit distant from his family, fearing that being too involved with them would lead to more heartache in the end.

At 15 moons old, his mother and adopted brother both died of feline tuberculosis. Which is definitely a thing, don’t question me on it. Despite having distanced himself, the blow hit Doc hard, and he grieved by beginning to go outside and get into fights as a pastime. Even after his father found a new mate, he was rarely at home, preferring to keep family ties as far apart as he possibly could. To further this, when he was 18 moons old, he set out and found a new twoleg to live with, a dentist.

Doc was fascinated by the work the dentist did, and was even allowed to go to work with him. He’d sit there and watch, and was eventually given the name “Doc” by patients and other cats because he was always in the room when someone was having anything done to their teeth. But this wasn’t enough for ol’ Doc. At 21 moons old, he decided he wanted to help others somehow, and began trying to learn how herbs worked.

Only a month after beginning his search, at 22 moons, he came down with tuberculosis, probably contracted from his mother Ann or his brother Quinn. The vet only gave him a few weeks to live, but said that if he were put in a place with drier air and a warmer climate, he’d have less coughing fits. So his owner left him out on the moorlands, the closest place he could find where the air was dry. It wasn’t always particularly warm, but it was dry, and that helped quite a bit.

He still searches for herbs to use in order to help others, but if he’s about to start coughing up blood, he’ll excuse himself and walk away until he’s finished, then cover it up with dirt. He has not left the moor since his former owner brought him there.

Relationships:

Mother:
Ann, ?? moons, deceased
Marie, step-mother, ?? moons, alive

Father:
Geffery, ?? moons, alive

Siblings:
Quinn, adopted brother, 15 moons, deceased
Catherine, sister, 6 moons, deceased

Offspring:
None

Friends:
None

Acquaintances:
None

[Danielle]

I didn't realize cats could have tuberculosis! That's pretty interesting, I had to do some research for curiosity's sake. Thankfully it's generally only passed through consumption of infected food in cats, unlike through the air in humans. I was a little worried that all the other cats would contract it and die xD

Colour pointing can't be a partial thing since it's a form of albinism, so it wouldn't show up on his fur even if he did have a recessive gene (which he could, if you wanted him to). He looks more like a red chinchilla/shell cameo to me, since that can cause a darkening of the fur on the head and also at the tip of the tail. It's caused by the gene that makes smoke and silver cats, which I'm still trying to completely wrap my head around.

That's the only thing I could really see that was off, the rest was great as usual cx Once that's fixed up he can be approved~