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BADGERBELLY
THISTLECLAN
STOUT, LONG-HAIRED BLACK TOM WITH WHITE MARKINGS AND YELLOW EYES.
WARRIOR
MALE
THIRTY-six MOONS
Appearance
It wasn’t his appetite that earned him his name, but his utilization of his substantial size on the battlefield. Badgerbelly is a large tom. Not in the way a RedwoodClan or LichenClan cat might stand, but in heft. While his legs are rather short, he’s stout and boasts a great amount of both fat and muscle. His bicolor fur is long, dense, thick, and matted, making him appear much taller than he already is. Most of his fur is a dingy black, while his chin, chest, belly, and paws are white. His face is broad and round, and long, white whiskers sprout from his almost flat muzzle. Contrasting with his dark fur, his eyes are vibrant and yellow.
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Personality
Vibrant: Badgerbelly is a tom of grandiose passion and charm. He's a beacon of life and energy and doesn't let wars or conflict dampen his jovial attitude. He's optimistic, seeing no point in dwelling on the bad when there is still life to live and experiences to experience. He's gregarious, dragging in every comrade in with his ceaseless charisma. Even if the lively tom believes that everything is worth celebrating, there are times where one can't just shrug bad things away. Except, Baderbelly does. The black and white tom is known for his flippancy and is quick to dodge the responsibility of himself and others if it means he gets to rest easy.
Authentic: There was a time where Badgerbelly didn't know who he was. He strove to follow after his family legacy, and wasn't himself until tragedy struck. Now, Badgerbelly has vowed to never let any cat say who he should be, not when they only have so many moons to explore the islands. Badgerbelly is unapologetically himself and never wonders what others think of him. It doesn't matter. He's frank and doesn't hold his tongue, not his lofty opinions, and has come to look down upon cats who limit their short lives to expectations.
Hedonistic: A bon-vivant, Badgerbelly could care less about wars or the conflict of others. His only concern is himself, and making sure he lives the most luxurious life possible. The selfish tom is only concerned with his pleasure, his happiness, and always acts with his wellbeing in mind. Badgerbelly does what pleases him first and foremost, but oftentimes sustaining his pleasure depends on other cats. So while he is undoubtedly self-serving, the black and white tom will fight for what’s best for the cats that he cares about(no one else). Afterall, he can’t get the joy he wants in life if his comrades are dying constantly. The will to protect others and mostly himself is the only reason the self-serving warrior is often seen training anyway he can. Despite boasting great strength, Badgerbelly isn’t beyond fleeing a fight if his life is on the line. He’s come close to death once and he never intends to be that close to dying ever again.
Like the cats that he cherishes in his life, Badgerbelly’s wellbeing also depends on the health of his clan. He can’t live his best life if the clan is constantly in turmoil, so the tom is quick to fight for the safety of ThistleClan. Not only with his strength and might( if his life isn’t in danger) but with his opinions. Badgerbelly isn’t afraid to challenge Theivingstar and is an adamant critic of the ThistleClan leader. He finds her ways restricting, and that she is oftentimes the cause of the very trouble his clan faces. He isn't at all a peacekeeper, but will either fight for the freedom he knows he deservesor just acquire said freedom by disappearing for a few days.
Patriotic: While the warrior isn't at all proud of his clan in recent moons, Badgerbelly has a great fondness of ThistleClan and what he feels it's supposed to be. RedwoodClan chose the code, LichenClan StarClan, it was ThistleClan who chose freedom, the power to make their own choices without arbitrary rules. It was what made their clan so clever, it was what made their clan strong. Badgerbelly strives to uphold these ideals in his behaviors, even if he feels the ThistleClan leader is working against it. He doesn't let any code, any religion stop him from living a life that's safe and pleasurable. While a lot of his clanmates stick to at least a few laws, Badgerbelly acknowledges none. Borders don't allow him to meet interesting, unique cats, so he ignores them. And if he's in a battle of life or death, the stocky tom feels little about overbearing his opponent with his heft. It's him that comes first, not morals or any cat.
Authentic: There was a time where Badgerbelly didn't know who he was. He strove to follow after his family legacy, and wasn't himself until tragedy struck. Now, Badgerbelly has vowed to never let any cat say who he should be, not when they only have so many moons to explore the islands. Badgerbelly is unapologetically himself and never wonders what others think of him. It doesn't matter. He's frank and doesn't hold his tongue, not his lofty opinions, and has come to look down upon cats who limit their short lives to expectations.
Hedonistic: A bon-vivant, Badgerbelly could care less about wars or the conflict of others. His only concern is himself, and making sure he lives the most luxurious life possible. The selfish tom is only concerned with his pleasure, his happiness, and always acts with his wellbeing in mind. Badgerbelly does what pleases him first and foremost, but oftentimes sustaining his pleasure depends on other cats. So while he is undoubtedly self-serving, the black and white tom will fight for what’s best for the cats that he cares about(no one else). Afterall, he can’t get the joy he wants in life if his comrades are dying constantly. The will to protect others and mostly himself is the only reason the self-serving warrior is often seen training anyway he can. Despite boasting great strength, Badgerbelly isn’t beyond fleeing a fight if his life is on the line. He’s come close to death once and he never intends to be that close to dying ever again.
Like the cats that he cherishes in his life, Badgerbelly’s wellbeing also depends on the health of his clan. He can’t live his best life if the clan is constantly in turmoil, so the tom is quick to fight for the safety of ThistleClan. Not only with his strength and might( if his life isn’t in danger) but with his opinions. Badgerbelly isn’t afraid to challenge Theivingstar and is an adamant critic of the ThistleClan leader. He finds her ways restricting, and that she is oftentimes the cause of the very trouble his clan faces. He isn't at all a peacekeeper, but will either fight for the freedom he knows he deserves
Patriotic: While the warrior isn't at all proud of his clan in recent moons, Badgerbelly has a great fondness of ThistleClan and what he feels it's supposed to be. RedwoodClan chose the code, LichenClan StarClan, it was ThistleClan who chose freedom, the power to make their own choices without arbitrary rules. It was what made their clan so clever, it was what made their clan strong. Badgerbelly strives to uphold these ideals in his behaviors, even if he feels the ThistleClan leader is working against it. He doesn't let any code, any religion stop him from living a life that's safe and pleasurable. While a lot of his clanmates stick to at least a few laws, Badgerbelly acknowledges none. Borders don't allow him to meet interesting, unique cats, so he ignores them. And if he's in a battle of life or death, the stocky tom feels little about overbearing his opponent with his heft. It's him that comes first, not morals or any cat.
History
0 - 7 Moons
Talonflame and Tailwind were ThistleClan warriors in every way. Clever and calculative, they had their entire future planned to the T. How they would further climb the ranks and save their troubled clan with their vision and brain. A legacy was necessary, but even in all their calculating, they didn’t bother to dwell on the reality that one of them could be barren, that they could never further their line. The pair tried for moons, seasons, years, until they accepted the fact that they would have to create a legacy another way. This was until seasons away from joining the elder’s den, a queen would fall soon after giving birth. Talonflame was the first to insist that it was her duty to raise those kits, and who would deny the infamous molly. Another queen nursed them, and the pair reared them. Soon, they were weaned. And while both parents didn’t believe in StarClan, they knew that two large, healthy boys were truly a blessing from whatever was out there.
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Badgerkit is born several long moments after his brother Eaglekit. While they never meet their birth mother, they are nursed by the kindly Mudpetal. They hardly have a relationship however, at least compared to the cats Badgerkit comes to know as his ‘real’ parents. Talonflame and Tailwind are a constant presence in his life, and are there from an early age to remind him of his goal, his purpose.
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Goal? Purpose? While Eaglekit takes after their parents early on, Badgerkit doesn’t understand why strength and power should be his purpose when he much prefers to frolic around with Mudpetal’s kits. Still, Talonflame has no patience for the young tom’s naivete, and as soon as they are weaned, she begins to train them.
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As the brothers often meet each other in training, Eaglekit too grows annoyed with his brother’s lack of ‘seriousness’, and begins to bully Badgerkit after beating him in a spar.
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An apprentice is returned to camp dead, killed by a rogue named Curiosity and his forming legion. Both parents don’t hide the truth from the kits. As Badgerkit comes face to face with mortality, he suddenly understands why his parents press him and his brother. Badgerkit takes his training seriously, and even beats his brother once in a spar, much to Eaglekit's chagrin.
---
Wanting to do something about the rogue’s themselves, Badgerkit and Eaglekit catch each other sneaking out of camp. Neither make it far however. What should have been a funny coincidence turns into a heated feud between the two young siblings. Badgerkit doesn’t understand why, but Eaglekit knows he has to prove himself. They fight and fight until a warrior comes and Badger can’t fight anymore. While Eaglekit is made an apprentice, Badgerkit is held back due to twisting a paw in the conflict. It's a long while before the brothers speak again.
7 - 13 Moons
After recovering from his injury, Badgerpaw is apprenticed to the stalwart Cherrybite. The strike it off immediately, dismissing her snarky attitude in favor of all that the strong molly would be able to teach them. As rogue activity increases, Theivingstar returning from a failed patrol battered one day, Badgerpaw’s parents encourage him to take his training seriously, and that’s all Badgerpaw wants to do. The young tom is still a lively one, spending as much with his myriad of new comrades as possible. Still, he trains as hard as ever with Cherrybite to ensure that he can protect his clan-mates from rogues.
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Badgerpaw’s and Eaglepaw’s relationship never improve. The young tom approaches her brother once and is fended off by hot words and antsy claws. Badgerpaw doesn’t understand what his brother’s deal is, and decides he doesn’t even want to care anymore.
---
Badgerpaw comes to adore his newfound independence, sneaking out of camp to explore without much issue now that he’s an apprentice. ThistleClan territory is a wonder and he makes some of the best memories frolicing around it with some of his best friends. It goes without saying that Badgerpaw is deeply troubled by the curfew Thievingstar enacts, and forces himself to train more so that maybe he could help rid the condition one day. Though, as he focuses more and more on training, and things grow more chaotic in his clan, there’s a noticeable shift in his normally upbeat character.
---
Despite his growing state of depression, Badgerpaw blossoms into a talented apprentice without a doubt. He’s a natural brawler, using his hefty size to his advantage in battle. He proves himself along the border once, fending off a starved fox, and another time in a skirmish.
Things seem to be looking good for the apprentice until the weather shifts for the worse. It rains for an entire moon until their territory can’t take it anymore. Rain waters flood into their home, destroying their dens and crushing felines on the inside. Others struggled to stay afloat in the rising waters. Badgerpaw wasn’t at all a swimmer, but he needed to fight, needed to be able to stay alive to save his clan someday. But those ambitions were quickly crushed, hearing the familiar yowls of his brother in the distance.
Badgerpaw swam back to camp, finding his brother with his leg crushed beneath a log. In the roaring winds, the merciless rain, Badgerpaw struggled to move the tree, but it wasn’t himself that Eaglepaw was worried about. ”Mom! Dad!” he hissed in a panicked frenzy, gaze filling with hate as it shifted to his brother. ”Useless! You’re useless! Help them damnit. Help them!” he screamed.
It was only then did Badgerpaw realize that their parents' den had disappeared. His parents had disappeared. In desperation, Badgerpaw dug and dug and dug, but the rain only grew worse, the waters higher, and the frightened tom knew he could do no else. The water forcing him into a stone, Badgerpaw blacked out, unable to save any of his family that day.
13 - 17 Moons
The rain would soon end, but it would be moons before Badgerpaw returned back home. Swept away in the flood, the apprentice knew he was far away from home. He was lost. But not physically. His parents, his brother were likely dead because of him, and upon this realization, Badgerpaw became a soulless shell, sulking around the territory aimlessly as he beat himself up relentlessly.
---
His parents would be ashamed of him, Badgerpaw knew. They’d call him a disgrace for abandoning the clan, for abandoning them. He constantly heard his brother’s screams, knowing exactly what Eaglepaw had thought of him before he died. One dusk, he watched the shore as these thoughts plagued his mind, and for a moment he wondered why it all mattered. If his family really had died, then why did it matter what they thought of him. Those thoughts drifted further, watching the sun disappear into the sky, dying in a way. ”Why does it matter what anyone thinks? When I’ll die just like them one day?” Badgerpaw felt as if it was a selfish realization at first, but as he thought more upon it, such an idea felt freeing. Life was fleeting, a flood, or any other distaster could occur and strike him down at any time. Yet, he restricted his life to just training, just fighting, when there was so much more to life.
Badgerpaw spent the two moons exploring the island. He found different types of prey, abandoned buildings, caves, sprawling trees, shiny two-leg things. He saw it all! And slowly yet surely, his fire returned. However this passion, it wasn’t for his clan, but for life, and all the things that life had to offer him.
On his journeys, he wondered of the clans for the first time in moons, and remembered a conversation he had had with his mentor. What makes the clans different? he had asked. Cherrybite scoffed, dissing the other clans and quickly acknowledging that it was ThistleClan that was superior. RedwoodClan chose the code, LichenClan and their fairy tales. In ThistleClan, we have the freedom to choose what's best for our clan. He wondered if his ancestors had had the same realization as them. What use did they have for the code, StarClan, when life and surviving was all that mattered.
---
Almost thinking his mentor into existence, it was Cherrybite who found him three moons after the flood, and Cherrybite who was easily able to shame him back into joining ThistleClan. Of course, Badgerbelly felt little shame with his decision, knowing he didn’t care what his clan-mates thought, and that he had grown stronger in his time absent.
Now, he knew what it meant to be a true ThistleClan cat, and this would be reflected with the name he earned soon after returning. Badgerbelly they called him. And while it was meant to reflect battle skills that the tom no longer cared about, the tom still found it fitting. I’ll consume everything life has to give me, the new warrior chuckled to himself.
17 - 35 Moons
Cherrybite leads Badgerbelly to a sick and beaten clan, far away from the security of their camp. Almost immediately turned off by the idea of being sick and hungry, the warrior contemplates disappearing once more, but knows life is far easier with a clan, and settles for being a loner in the clan until the sickness passes.
However, with Thievingstar’s curfew, the repulsed tom isn’t able to do his own hunting in the night, and frequently finds himself arguing with those who foolishly restrict his life. ”How are we meant to find herbs? Prey? If we aren’t able to utilize the most efficient moments,” he would hiss. Thievingstar was a fool, likely choosing to compete with rogues for resources, choosing to restrict the freedom that Badgerbelly had recently learned ThistleClan had fought for.
---
His arguments were for naught, however. The rogues had stolen their camp, their territory. At The Abandoned Campground, they didn’t have to worry about competition for resources, for there were hardly any to begin with. Their medicine cat dead, Badgerbelly fell ill himself. He couldn’t stand this nonsense anymore, fear clinging to his fur like burrs as he pictured his sick body joining his brother and his parents. Thievingstar was depriving them of resources, and the frustrated tom didn’t stop arguing about it until the curfew was lifted and the foolish leader actually started paying attention to her clan.
---
ThistleClan eventually regains its strength, and are able to take back their home from the rogues. Badgerbelly fights adamantly in this battle, desperate for the comfort of the place they had all once called home. When a rogue pushed him to the edge, the hefty tom didn’t think twice about ending one of the fools for almost ending his own life.
The rogues retreated, and ThistleClan was victorious! However, the territory they had recovered hardly looked like home anymore. The whole clan spent moons of manual labor, reshaping their messied land into something far better than it was before. And with their belly's filled, and their home restored, Badgerbelly begins to celebrate life once more.
Present
No curfew, no rogues(that he couldn’t fend off), Badgerbelly was free to explore the island as he pleased. He would do his duties whenever it was needed, but when he craved adventure, he would peruse the border for fun, or look for sights he had never seen before, or food he had never tasted. The island was sprawling with things to experience it, and nothing would stop the black and white tom from experiencing it…. Except for the noticeable tension growing along both of their borders. The rogues were still an issue, but it was hard to ignore how antsy both RedwoodClan and LichenClan seemed. That didn’t stop Badgerbelly from ignoring such issues anyways. Far too long did he spend consumed in training, sick and afraid, and with freedom and their camp back, the bon vivant is longing to make the most out of life despite the shifting tides.
Talonflame and Tailwind were ThistleClan warriors in every way. Clever and calculative, they had their entire future planned to the T. How they would further climb the ranks and save their troubled clan with their vision and brain. A legacy was necessary, but even in all their calculating, they didn’t bother to dwell on the reality that one of them could be barren, that they could never further their line. The pair tried for moons, seasons, years, until they accepted the fact that they would have to create a legacy another way. This was until seasons away from joining the elder’s den, a queen would fall soon after giving birth. Talonflame was the first to insist that it was her duty to raise those kits, and who would deny the infamous molly. Another queen nursed them, and the pair reared them. Soon, they were weaned. And while both parents didn’t believe in StarClan, they knew that two large, healthy boys were truly a blessing from whatever was out there.
---
Badgerkit is born several long moments after his brother Eaglekit. While they never meet their birth mother, they are nursed by the kindly Mudpetal. They hardly have a relationship however, at least compared to the cats Badgerkit comes to know as his ‘real’ parents. Talonflame and Tailwind are a constant presence in his life, and are there from an early age to remind him of his goal, his purpose.
---
Goal? Purpose? While Eaglekit takes after their parents early on, Badgerkit doesn’t understand why strength and power should be his purpose when he much prefers to frolic around with Mudpetal’s kits. Still, Talonflame has no patience for the young tom’s naivete, and as soon as they are weaned, she begins to train them.
---
As the brothers often meet each other in training, Eaglekit too grows annoyed with his brother’s lack of ‘seriousness’, and begins to bully Badgerkit after beating him in a spar.
---
An apprentice is returned to camp dead, killed by a rogue named Curiosity and his forming legion. Both parents don’t hide the truth from the kits. As Badgerkit comes face to face with mortality, he suddenly understands why his parents press him and his brother. Badgerkit takes his training seriously, and even beats his brother once in a spar, much to Eaglekit's chagrin.
---
Wanting to do something about the rogue’s themselves, Badgerkit and Eaglekit catch each other sneaking out of camp. Neither make it far however. What should have been a funny coincidence turns into a heated feud between the two young siblings. Badgerkit doesn’t understand why, but Eaglekit knows he has to prove himself. They fight and fight until a warrior comes and Badger can’t fight anymore. While Eaglekit is made an apprentice, Badgerkit is held back due to twisting a paw in the conflict. It's a long while before the brothers speak again.
7 - 13 Moons
After recovering from his injury, Badgerpaw is apprenticed to the stalwart Cherrybite. The strike it off immediately, dismissing her snarky attitude in favor of all that the strong molly would be able to teach them. As rogue activity increases, Theivingstar returning from a failed patrol battered one day, Badgerpaw’s parents encourage him to take his training seriously, and that’s all Badgerpaw wants to do. The young tom is still a lively one, spending as much with his myriad of new comrades as possible. Still, he trains as hard as ever with Cherrybite to ensure that he can protect his clan-mates from rogues.
---
Badgerpaw’s and Eaglepaw’s relationship never improve. The young tom approaches her brother once and is fended off by hot words and antsy claws. Badgerpaw doesn’t understand what his brother’s deal is, and decides he doesn’t even want to care anymore.
---
Badgerpaw comes to adore his newfound independence, sneaking out of camp to explore without much issue now that he’s an apprentice. ThistleClan territory is a wonder and he makes some of the best memories frolicing around it with some of his best friends. It goes without saying that Badgerpaw is deeply troubled by the curfew Thievingstar enacts, and forces himself to train more so that maybe he could help rid the condition one day. Though, as he focuses more and more on training, and things grow more chaotic in his clan, there’s a noticeable shift in his normally upbeat character.
---
Despite his growing state of depression, Badgerpaw blossoms into a talented apprentice without a doubt. He’s a natural brawler, using his hefty size to his advantage in battle. He proves himself along the border once, fending off a starved fox, and another time in a skirmish.
Things seem to be looking good for the apprentice until the weather shifts for the worse. It rains for an entire moon until their territory can’t take it anymore. Rain waters flood into their home, destroying their dens and crushing felines on the inside. Others struggled to stay afloat in the rising waters. Badgerpaw wasn’t at all a swimmer, but he needed to fight, needed to be able to stay alive to save his clan someday. But those ambitions were quickly crushed, hearing the familiar yowls of his brother in the distance.
Badgerpaw swam back to camp, finding his brother with his leg crushed beneath a log. In the roaring winds, the merciless rain, Badgerpaw struggled to move the tree, but it wasn’t himself that Eaglepaw was worried about. ”Mom! Dad!” he hissed in a panicked frenzy, gaze filling with hate as it shifted to his brother. ”Useless! You’re useless! Help them damnit. Help them!” he screamed.
It was only then did Badgerpaw realize that their parents' den had disappeared. His parents had disappeared. In desperation, Badgerpaw dug and dug and dug, but the rain only grew worse, the waters higher, and the frightened tom knew he could do no else. The water forcing him into a stone, Badgerpaw blacked out, unable to save any of his family that day.
13 - 17 Moons
The rain would soon end, but it would be moons before Badgerpaw returned back home. Swept away in the flood, the apprentice knew he was far away from home. He was lost. But not physically. His parents, his brother were likely dead because of him, and upon this realization, Badgerpaw became a soulless shell, sulking around the territory aimlessly as he beat himself up relentlessly.
---
His parents would be ashamed of him, Badgerpaw knew. They’d call him a disgrace for abandoning the clan, for abandoning them. He constantly heard his brother’s screams, knowing exactly what Eaglepaw had thought of him before he died. One dusk, he watched the shore as these thoughts plagued his mind, and for a moment he wondered why it all mattered. If his family really had died, then why did it matter what they thought of him. Those thoughts drifted further, watching the sun disappear into the sky, dying in a way. ”Why does it matter what anyone thinks? When I’ll die just like them one day?” Badgerpaw felt as if it was a selfish realization at first, but as he thought more upon it, such an idea felt freeing. Life was fleeting, a flood, or any other distaster could occur and strike him down at any time. Yet, he restricted his life to just training, just fighting, when there was so much more to life.
Badgerpaw spent the two moons exploring the island. He found different types of prey, abandoned buildings, caves, sprawling trees, shiny two-leg things. He saw it all! And slowly yet surely, his fire returned. However this passion, it wasn’t for his clan, but for life, and all the things that life had to offer him.
On his journeys, he wondered of the clans for the first time in moons, and remembered a conversation he had had with his mentor. What makes the clans different? he had asked. Cherrybite scoffed, dissing the other clans and quickly acknowledging that it was ThistleClan that was superior. RedwoodClan chose the code, LichenClan and their fairy tales. In ThistleClan, we have the freedom to choose what's best for our clan. He wondered if his ancestors had had the same realization as them. What use did they have for the code, StarClan, when life and surviving was all that mattered.
---
Almost thinking his mentor into existence, it was Cherrybite who found him three moons after the flood, and Cherrybite who was easily able to shame him back into joining ThistleClan. Of course, Badgerbelly felt little shame with his decision, knowing he didn’t care what his clan-mates thought, and that he had grown stronger in his time absent.
Now, he knew what it meant to be a true ThistleClan cat, and this would be reflected with the name he earned soon after returning. Badgerbelly they called him. And while it was meant to reflect battle skills that the tom no longer cared about, the tom still found it fitting. I’ll consume everything life has to give me, the new warrior chuckled to himself.
17 - 35 Moons
Cherrybite leads Badgerbelly to a sick and beaten clan, far away from the security of their camp. Almost immediately turned off by the idea of being sick and hungry, the warrior contemplates disappearing once more, but knows life is far easier with a clan, and settles for being a loner in the clan until the sickness passes.
However, with Thievingstar’s curfew, the repulsed tom isn’t able to do his own hunting in the night, and frequently finds himself arguing with those who foolishly restrict his life. ”How are we meant to find herbs? Prey? If we aren’t able to utilize the most efficient moments,” he would hiss. Thievingstar was a fool, likely choosing to compete with rogues for resources, choosing to restrict the freedom that Badgerbelly had recently learned ThistleClan had fought for.
---
His arguments were for naught, however. The rogues had stolen their camp, their territory. At The Abandoned Campground, they didn’t have to worry about competition for resources, for there were hardly any to begin with. Their medicine cat dead, Badgerbelly fell ill himself. He couldn’t stand this nonsense anymore, fear clinging to his fur like burrs as he pictured his sick body joining his brother and his parents. Thievingstar was depriving them of resources, and the frustrated tom didn’t stop arguing about it until the curfew was lifted and the foolish leader actually started paying attention to her clan.
---
ThistleClan eventually regains its strength, and are able to take back their home from the rogues. Badgerbelly fights adamantly in this battle, desperate for the comfort of the place they had all once called home. When a rogue pushed him to the edge, the hefty tom didn’t think twice about ending one of the fools for almost ending his own life.
The rogues retreated, and ThistleClan was victorious! However, the territory they had recovered hardly looked like home anymore. The whole clan spent moons of manual labor, reshaping their messied land into something far better than it was before. And with their belly's filled, and their home restored, Badgerbelly begins to celebrate life once more.
Present
No curfew, no rogues(that he couldn’t fend off), Badgerbelly was free to explore the island as he pleased. He would do his duties whenever it was needed, but when he craved adventure, he would peruse the border for fun, or look for sights he had never seen before, or food he had never tasted. The island was sprawling with things to experience it, and nothing would stop the black and white tom from experiencing it…. Except for the noticeable tension growing along both of their borders. The rogues were still an issue, but it was hard to ignore how antsy both RedwoodClan and LichenClan seemed. That didn’t stop Badgerbelly from ignoring such issues anyways. Far too long did he spend consumed in training, sick and afraid, and with freedom and their camp back, the bon vivant is longing to make the most out of life despite the shifting tides.
