Post by Crow on Dec 30, 2008 13:28:48 GMT -5
About Your Character:
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Name:
Swiftpaw
Rank:
Medicine Cat, yet to be given his medicine cat name.
Gender:
Tom
Age:
14 Moons
Clan:
JayClan
Beliefs:
Before the storm? Swiftpaw seemed to be your normal medicine cat apprentice. He believed in StarClan, seeking advice from his warrior ancestors when he needed it. But most of the time he was focused on healing and helping his clan, if he needed advice, he would talk to his mentor or sister.
After the storm, however, he changed. He had seen StarClan before- it wasn't like he could suddenly throw away the belief he had held for his whole life. But he became separate from his ancestors, relying on the skill his mentor left him to help his clan. Even when it seems he needs it most, he would never try to contact StarClan.
Apprentice:
Much too young, much too inexperienced.
Kin:
Snowtail (mother, deceased)
Badgerclaw (father, killed in storm)
Black-kit (sister, died young)
Ravenflower (sister, not played)
Mate:
Not allowed
Appearance:
Your common "tuxedo" cat. Swiftpaw is a black cat with a white bib that stops half way down his stomach. His paws are also white, and a few white dapples mark his tail. To add to his "white and black" mix, his whiskers are white jutting out of his black muzzle. Large, green eyes.
He's definitely built for a runner. It's not that's he's a small cat, but more like he's a thin cat. His features are all very long, and he is often described as 'lanky'. Despite this, he has a fairly small muzzle and his tail seems a bit too short for his body.
An ugly scar from a falling tree marks his left flank, and his fur seems reluctant to grow over it. His tail is bent at an odd angle from the same tree, and his balance is not as good as it used to be.
Personality:
Swiftpaw has always been a kind cat, it's the main reason he became a medicine cat. He never liked watching the cats in his clan suffer, which meant that he wanted to do whatever it took to keep them healthy.
Swiftpaw is quite the worrier. He's always worried he won't be good enough for his clan, which makes it easy for him to mess up. But he knows that if his mentor accepted him as a medicine cat apprentice, then one day he will be a good medicine cat, he just doesn't know when.
He's curious, too. That made it easier for him to learn things, even if he would forget them in times of need. Swiftpaw always wanted to learn more about each herb and would constantly pester his mentor for facts about them. Occasionally he would ask about StarClan, but he hasn't done that since the storm.
Swiftpaw is far from being shy or reserved. Since he's curious, that involves asking plenty of questions, so he's not afraid to pester even the biggest warriors. Normally he'll get on their nerves doing this. But he never stops asking his questions, which leads the rest of his clan to thinking he's naive for not learning his lesson the first time.
After the storm, when both his mentor and father died, Swiftpaw tried his best to stay strong for the clan. He knew he wasn't ready to become the medicine cat, he was much too inexperienced. But deep down inside him Swiftpaw knew one day he would take a medicine cat name. He dreads this day, because he's not sure how to help cats without is mentor by his side. But most of all, he's worried about seeing StarClan again after the storm.
History:
Swiftpaw was born with two sisters, Black-kit and Ravenkit. Black-kit did not survive past two moons, though. He and Ravenkit (being too young to really understand) got over it quickly, and sometimes forget they even had a younger sister. They both loved their parents dearly, wanting to follow their footsteps in becoming great warriors for the clan.
At the young age of four moons, Swiftpaw took his first steps out of the nursery. After playing around with his sister and pouncing on a few pieces of moss, he noticed his father come limping in camp. Badgerclaw had a simple thorn in his pad, and was heading to the medicine cat den to get it out. Swiftpaw followed and watched as the medicine cat easily took care of his father's injury. It was then that he decided he wanted to be a medicine cat, and help others like how the medicine cat helped his father.
From there he spent a lot of his time with the medicine cat, and she accepted him as her apprentice when he reached six moons.
For the first few moons of his training, Swiftpaw found it hard to remember all of the herbs, and doubted his skills as a medicine cat. And when he didn't receive a single dream from StarClan, he wondered if he was the cat for the job. But he didn't want to give up, so he worked harder until he had a good understanding of the herbs. Even now he has trouble remembering all of them, and has his occasional doubts, but he's staying strong for the clan.
His mother was killed by a fox raid just a little before the storm. She was in the nursery expecting new kits, but never gave birth to them. Swiftpaw lapsed into a period of mourning. He did nothing but the necessities, and left his mentor to deal with the injured cats. When the storm came, he realized that he couldn't carry on like that, and went back to normal. Or at least, as close to normal as he could.
After the storm, when he found out he had lost both his mentor and his father, Swiftpaw almost fell into his bad times again. But his sister, the recently named Ravenflower, helped him not to, because he needed to be strong for his clan. Now he does his best to help his clan through the tough times, struggling to retain is belief in StarClan while so many other cats don't, and making sure he never loses faith in himself.
Roleplay Example:
White paws padded over the soft earth, leaving faint paw prints as they moved. The cat they held up currently had his nose down, sniffing out any herbs that he could bring back for his clan. A light breeze rolled by, bringing with it the scent of marigold, and a familiar cat. The tom's green eyes lit up as he turned to face the pretty black she-cat as she strolled out from the bushes. "Ravenflower," he mewed kindly, rubbing his tail along his sister's flank.
"Swiftpaw," she replied, putting down the marigold she held in her jaws. "I found the yarrow you want, I think." Swiftpaw looked at the pile of marigold disbelievingly, then raised his head to snap at his sister. But found he couldn't.
"Very good, thank you, Ravenflower." He muttered, trying to keep himself from being amused. "Now we need some, er, marigold. You see this?" He pointed to the small pile of yarrow he had found. Ravenflower nodded, sniffing the herb slowly.
"It smells." She mewed haughtily.
"Yes, it's for fighting infections. Just find some more like it, please." Nodding quickly, the black she-cat dove back into the bushes, looking for the yarrow she thought was marigold. With a sigh, the black and white medicine cat picked up the marigold his sister had brought him, trudging off to put it with the other herbs. At least they would have more marigold in stock now.
Your Own Activity Level:
Uh, I'd like to say I'm active.
But we really haven't started yet.
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