Post by Waffles on May 15, 2013 23:54:44 GMT -5
NAME! Patchwhisker
AGE! 46 moons
RANK! Medicine Cat
GENDER! Male
CLAN! Thunderclan
SHORT DESC.! A white and brown tom with green eyes and a torn ear
FULL DESCRIPTION!
PERSONALITY!
HISTORY!
RP EXAMPLE!
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AGE! 46 moons
RANK! Medicine Cat
GENDER! Male
CLAN! Thunderclan
SHORT DESC.! A white and brown tom with green eyes and a torn ear
FULL DESCRIPTION!
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Patchwhisker's coat consists of white and grey-brown patches. His eyes and muzzle are outlined in white while the brown that fills the space inside starts at his forehead and ends at his nose. His chin, chest, paws, and belly are white. His back is covered with grey-brown patches that are separated by small streams of white.
His eyes are a pale green. He is a long-legged cat with a strong build. His short coat is always nicely groomed. Patchwhisker's left ear is tattered and in pieces.
PERSONALITY!
Patchwhisker is an intelligent tom who has adopted a more down to earth approach to life. He has a knack and a fondness for solving problems. He has an overly curious mind which has gotten him into trouble before. These two skills balance each other out and often help him. Patchwhisker has a particular sense of smell that makes finding herbs a little bit easier.
He is a fairly sociable tom that joins in conversations, but never seems to start them. He gives off a quiet demeanor, but underneath it is a mischievous and curious cat. The quiet but sociable act helps keep them at arm's length. He provides enough about himself to keep most from trying to dig deeper. Patchwhisker keeps his own personal fears and worries from anyone who is not a close friend and friends are few. He’s witnessed more destruction and deaths than he would have thought possible at his age and it has left him wary of letting too many close. Part of his job to care for the dying and it being someone you love makes it that much worse.
His is a temper that comes and goes in short bursts. What or whoever sets it off will be the target of an angry rant that will last several minutes. Afterwards Patchwhisker will likely apologize and continue as if all is well.
HISTORY!
Patchkit was born when Starclan's presence was still evident and the forest was stable. The young kit and his sisters were nursed by their mother's sister when Stormheart couldn't care for them. Shadeclaw raised them along with her own son Bramblekit. Stormheart returned to her warrior duties, but spent what time she could with her kits. Patchkit never gave much thought to the arrangement, but did wonder why his father never claimed them. Other than basically having two mothers, his kithood was no different than most.
His sisters Cinderkit and Rainkit were a mischievous and rambunctious pair. The two she-cats dragged their brother and cousin into a variety of messes. He wasn't big on breaking the rules, but he had fun. These messes often involved pranks, attempts to leave the camp, and once even a successful trip to the Great Sycamore. Aside from the usual scrapes and cuts, no one was ever seriously injured.
As his sixth moon approached, Patchkit was approached by Thunderclan's medicine cat. The medicine cat was getting on in moons and his last apprentice had died before her time. The older tom had been watching each new kit born for one that had the right spark. He offered to train Patchkit as the next medicine cat. Patchkit was hesitant, but eventually accepted. He had never before considered not being a warrior, but accepting the offer felt right to the young tom. Patchkit became Patchpaw and his training began.
His apprenticeship differed from his sisters who were training as warriors and sometimes Patchpaw found himself envious of them, but found himself fascinated with everything he was learning. He was determined to learn it all and pushed himself to do so. His mentor kept him busy, but his sisters still found ways to pull him into trouble. One such adventure brought the three apprentices to a twoleg nest and Patchpaw entered the backyard on a dare. He was taken by surprise when a dog came after him. The dog caught the tom and he managed to get away almost in one piece when the dog's twoleg intervened. His left ear was badly torn, but he was alive. It would be the last time he would go wandering off with his siblings.
The moons passed by and Patchpaw watched as his siblingsbecame full warriors. Cinderpaw and Rainpaw became Cinderstep and Rainfur. Pebblepaw eventually earned his own name shortly after. His mentor used his failing eyesight as an excuse to make his apprentice a full medicine cat early. It wasn't entirely a lie, but the medicine cat had an unexplained sense of urgency in this matter and he followed his gut. Pebblepaw met with Starclan and took the name Pebblenose. It was the proudest moment his life.
Then the Moonstone collapsed and panic ensued. For the first time the clans were cut off from Starclan. Patchwhisker worried, but his mentor assured him to have faith and the younger tom did just that. The moons passed and still there was no solution, but Patchwhisker kept hoping. Hope was all he had. The rabies outbreak that started in Windclan eventually reached Thunderclan. Thunderclan lost a scouting patrol that was attacked by an infected loner. Among those lost were Patchwhisker's sisters. He helplessly watched as the disease took them. The deaths of his siblings broke something in Patchwhisker, and upon hearing what was happening in the other clans that something broke a little more. He found himself constantly wondering how Starclan could allow this to happen. His faith had begun to fail.
Time passed and things gradually got worse. The last clan leader with whose named ended with star passed leaving the leaders just as mortal as the rest of the clan. His mentor finally died making Patchwhisker the official medicine cat. Patchwhisker continues to try holding onto his wavering faith in Starclan, but as things threaten to get worse he finds it hard to do.
RP EXAMPLE!
Light trickled through the cracks in the den, shining over the apprentices that had yet to wake up. Most had already risen to go about their training, but a few were still trying to savor that last bit of sleep. One young tom had relocated and tucked himself into the darkest corner, his tail laid across his eyes in an attempt to block out any sun.
Sleep had already begun to overtake Shadowpaw when he felt a light tap on his head. Shadowpaw ignored it, wishing that for once his attacker would take the hint and leave him be. He just wanted to sleep. But if wishes were poppy, then maybe he could actually be dreaming instead of dealing with daily annoyances like this.
Within a minute came another tap, and he still not move. There was still a small chance they might leave him alone. Then came another tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. He sighed. Shadowpaw begrudgingly opened his eyes and glared at his brother. The other tom sat before him with a stupid pleased look on his face.
"Is there a reason you do this this every time? You never let me just sleep," Shadowpaw whined. He loved his brother, but Thrushpaw seemed determined to interfere participate in some ridiculous situation. His response was the same stupid grin and Shadowpaw shot him another glare before getting up.
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