Rackham

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Name:
Honeyleaf Rackham
Age:
Twenty Seven Moons
Gender:
Male
Allegiance:
Rogue/Clanless (Ex-PineClan)

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Appearance:
Rackham is a handsome young tom with a long, thin figure and short, neat fur. His lanky body has become borderline malnourished however from his diet of carrion and rats, something his body cannot find proper nutrients in. He will eat small bugs or plants whenever he finds them though to help himself a bit. He has also taken to eating herbs rich in nutrients and minerals, becoming a slight health nut. He hopes his body will learn to someday adapt to eating rotting meat however.

To go along with a smaller figure are almost dainty paws, good for picking up more fragile herbs or berries. He also has a very long tail which makes up half of his length. All in all, Rackham's body is not built for power but just as a place to house his magnificent mind. The way he holds himself shows an air of sophistication and class but also cunning and iciness.

The young tom takes care of his appearances to look as professional as possible. His short, gold tabby fur is kept clean and free of debris, and unlike the stench of death the other Clanless cats have, Rackham smells of mint and herbs. He is a bit of a neat freak so as soon as he is finished with a cat he is cleaning himself within seconds. That isn't to say that he won't get his paws dirty however, he just doesn't look the part.

Deep golden pools make up Rackham's eyes. They are always calm but narrowed in distaste in the presence of others. No emotion can be found in them as well as his face, as if he was born with none at all. His expression is straight-faced almost constantly, the only other expression on his lips is a slight frown. He thinks emotions as pointless and a waste of time so he refrains from them as much as possible.

Personality:
Rackham is a genius in a cat's body to say the very least. From a young age he proved to be intelligent beyond his years which made him isolate himself from his Clanmates. He thought of them as stupid and wastes of time compared to his overwhelming knowledge. Instead, he took the path of loneliness in favour of becoming ever wise and manipulative. He was always thinking, always planning, no matter what task was on hand.

With an above average IQ, the tabby believes himself as greater than most others to the point of ranking himself along the lines of StarClan. He is arrogant and rude but it is laced so well into his calm, perfectly thought out words that you barely notice. Every demand is sweetened with a "Would you kindly" and every insult a "But don't take that to heart, it is but a simple observation". He is a master of wordplay and knowing just what to say in even the worst of moments. His monotone, soft voice just adds to his extensive vocabulary making him hard to not listen to.

A firm believer in StarClan, Rackham pledged his life to be their messenger and carry out their bloody will at all costs. He sees weak cats as unworthy, that StarClan has chosen to take them and it is useless to keep them waiting. It is his reasoning for the countless murders he had committed over the years, that he was simply doing the bidding of the ancient cats and he had done no wrong. He constantly prays and asks for guidance but will often put matters into his own hands if he thinks that's what StarClan would do. Rackham is a zealot who mixes his faith and his bloodlust to appease the ancient ancestors, who refuses to back down in the name of StarClan, and isn't afraid to get his hands dirty for the sake of his extremist beliefs.

Rackham also specializes in manipulation and playing with other's minds or hearts to obtain what he wants. He doesn't love, only desires. He isn't friendly, he's smart. He isn't caring, but he is observant. He only plays along to make it seem like he is a friend or lover only to make sure he has proper establishment within the group in case something bad happens and he is to blame. If a cat comes into his den with a sprained ankle and comes out dead, he will find the right 'friend' to help him solidify his alibi and maybe lie a bit to cover his tail. Of course the ones who were lying were made to think they were telling the truth. Rackham would go up to them in a dishevelled state telling them his patient suddenly had a seizure and choked on their own vomit and so and so were blaming him for it, but he was innocent and needed help. That cat, thinking they were doing the right thing, would be aiding the bad guy all along and Rackham would be laughing all the way back to his den.

History:
Rackham was born Honeykit, to the very proud Bluefur and Foxclaw. Even at the very beginning the kit showed that he was a born prodigy, learning things at an unbelievable rate and spending his time honing his skills rather than playing. Others noticed that he was never really open to conversation, closing himself off from everyone and usually ignoring them if they tried speaking to him. He distanced himself from his fellow denmates but took to the Medicine Cat, his interest in the practice basically confirming his fate. It became more obvious as he got older, his body being naturally frail and unable to told much muscle mass. Honeykit got injured easily during training with his father, often nothing too serious but enough to turn the kit off from battle and hiss at his father for hurting him. At six Moons, the young tom became Honeypaw, and took to training with Leopardcloud to become a Medicine Cat.

And as expected, Honeypaw learned from his mentor at an astounding rate. He was smart and quick-thinking, making the Medicine Cat, Bluefur, and Foxclaw proud of the little cat. It was going well, until Leopardcloud noticed that Honeypaw wasn't really putting his practice to work, instead just watching and observing the cat who needed help. It became obvious that he didn't wish to help his patients, but Leopardcloud hoped he'd just grow out of it. He was young, many cats went through a phase of morbid curiosity. Honeypaw was a genius, he would be able to take care of cats better than Leopardcloud could even dream of. He tried to ignore it, noticing Honeypaw's very spiritual ways instead. He was devout to StarClan, often sleeping or asking to go to Mooncave just to speak with the ancient cats. It wasn't nearly as concerning as the distaste to help, but it did take away a good chunk of Honeypaw's time during the day.

Honeypaw began to learn the art of manipulation to keep Leopardcloud away, the nosey cat getting on the golden tom's nerves. He quickly got good, able to lie without a second thought and not get caught. He stopped talking to his parents and the others around, Leopardcloud being his only source of company. But that soon ended when the older cat pulled him aside and told him he was concerned over Honeypaw's well-being. The Apprentice became defensive and soon enough shut out his mentor, giving him dark looks whenever he tried to speak. Soon the Medicine Cat fell ill, relying on Honeypaw to keep him alive. It would be the ultimate test in Leopardcloud's eyes, the test that'd let him know if Honeypaw would be considered further to become the medic. Little did he know that the golden cat had no intentions of helping him, instead poisoning him and rising to power. It made him feel like a god, being in control of another's life and ending it. He was a burden, not fit to continue. From that moment on, Honeypaw, now Honeyleaf made it a mission to rid his Clan of the burdens and keep PineClan strong.

The new Medicine Cat quickly made it a point to kill his parents as well, feeling as if they hated him and were never proud of their child. He managed to kill off a few more cats in his short time as Medicine Cat before cats became suspicious of him, wondering why so many cats went in and almost never came out. Soon the Leader was involved and Honeyleaf was forced to flee the Clan, becoming a fugitive of the four Clans. He quickly made his home in an area swamped in Loners and Rogues, knowing he'd be able get in with them with his knowledge of medicine while at the same time killing more cats. He came upon a cat named Hornigold however, and for some reason didn't kill him. He took care of the old cat, trading his care for food from the ragged cat. He took to calling Honeyleaf Rackham, the name of his younger brother who had died while they were still Kittypets. Honeyleaf corrected him many times but eventually the name stuck, the ex-Medicine Cat shedding the last of his Clan skin and becoming a new being, one who wouldn't make the same mistake twice and get caught.

Even though he didn't quite want to, Rakcham unwillingly left Hornigold to go to the Mooncave for guidance. The old cat had gotten fairly sick as of late but it had been too long since he had spoken to StarClan, and weighed the pros and cons carefully before going. When he had returned the tom was gone, having choked on his own vomit. A strange feeling came over Rackham and for the first time he mourned the death of another, having his time of silence before taking him out of his den and burying him as best as he could. It didn't take long for him to push it away however, regaining his composure and continuing his murderous streak. He let one burden live too long, so he vowed to never let his guard down, only allow StarClan to be as close to him as Hornigold once was.

RP Sample:
Quietly padding out of his den, Rackham let out a tired yawn as he crossed the catacombs towards the Medicine Cat den to begin his day. The golden tabby still wasn't quite used to sleeping in the Leader's Den but it was his now and he had might as well used it, it also cemented in every cat's head that he was indeed in charge now. With Stormheart gone it became quite a bit easier to do things now, the insufferable tom no longer watching his movements in an attempt to call him out on his murders. Rackham was being careful and with his kind of intellect it would be hard to get any kind of evidence against him, let alone get him convicted once again of treason. The tom knew what he was doing and he was going to do it well.

After taking inventory of all the herbs he had and didn't have, the self-proclaimed Tyrant planned out a map in his head to retrieve all he needed before stepping out once again and making his way towards the surface. The bright sunlight burned his eyes, his ShadowClan blood begging him to return into the darkness until nightfall. He ignored it however and shook his fur as he squinted in hopes of regaining some vision, damning his parents for giving him the blood of rat-like heathens. After a moment though his vision for the most part cleared and he began his trek towards the first location pinned on his mental map, a small area where tansy grew by the bunches on ShadowClan soil. He wondered for a split second if Littlecloud would be around but pushed the thought away as soon as it appeared. He needed to stop thinking about the she-cat, she was a mere pawn he played until she stopped being of use. Filthy little thing she was, he knew she still had connections to Stormheart.

The golden tabby shook his head and eradicated any further thoughts on the two, if he continued worrying himself over others he'd surely drive himself mad. A muffled sound invaded his thoughts thankfully so he decided to see what it was, his ears perked and his body low. He was never a fighter, but giving the impression he was able to if need be made sure the intruder didn't have a leg up on him. Quietly slipping through a bush revealed it to be one of his own however, so the tom dropped the façade and returned to his graceful yet professional stance. "Funny how others think they can get away with shirking their duties." Rackham remarked, his honey eyes glaring at Fang. "What do you suppose you are doing right now, hmm?"

Check 1: [x] Leah
Check 2: [x] Cobalt

Note: im totally reusing this cat off another site so if his history doesnt mingle with everything else tell me and ill change it u w u