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Post by _LUNAR ♥] on Aug 5, 2008 0:25:58 GMT -5
Name: Tumblethoughts
Moons: Forty-eight
Gender: Tom
Clan: LightClan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Short-Description:
Moons: Forty-eight
Gender: Tom
Clan: LightClan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Short-Description:
Brown and white tabby tom with pale green eyes.Picture:
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His pelt is unmistakable, yet easily seen. Dark brown, darkest as possible without becoming black, covers the top of his body, as though taped there. Well-trimmed and sleek, he is mistaken for a Lakeclan cat. It looks beautiful and flowing somehow, even though it isn't long. The rest of his body is pure white. Like that of snow. He keeps these parts well attended too, because without cleaning it would turn as brown and muddy as his fur. It matches the rest of his fur cleanly and perfectly, allowing an angel to pop up in your mind. He is known as lean. His torso looks rather scrawny, and his long, bony legs stick out from his sides. Even though you might think of him as weak and easy to defeat, muscles cover his entire body. Hard to see, they easily surprise any foe in battle. His fur covers them well, puffing out more where there are larger muscles. His head is small and pointed, snout hanging out over his chest fur. His forehead is angled inward, giving him the impression of wisdom. Under this are the pair of brilliant, pale orbs. The eyes show out easily. They are the palest green possible, but they look wonderful either way. The only emotion that is ever seen from him is amusement. Otherwise, he hides his thoughts well. His chin juts out far, making him look as though he is bragging about something. His nose is a bit brown, showing easily against the white on his face. White covers his throat, underbelly, paws, and the tip of his tail as well. And his tail, is short. Almost like a bob-tail. When walking, he sets his paws down heavily, but at a brisk pace. Almost as if he is in a hurry. His voice is a mere rumble, actually quite quiet. When whispering, you have to strain to hear. A real angel.Personality:
His duty as medicine cat always keep him from things. Annoying him rather badly. But he keeps up his good work, careful to show no emotions about anything. His thoughts and actions are always known as wise and skilled, because he is one of the more older cats. He doesn't understand why, but he likes it, for some odd reason. His life revolves around duties. Never has he thought about relationships, kits, or anything. He just wants a happy life, though he sometimes thinks what it would be like with a mate and children. He is the first one to help a cat, and the last one to fight. The medicine cat is peaceful, he would rather not get into arguments. He never rushes anything, no matter what. He says when you get older, you have all the time in the world. He'd rather be a well-skilled apprentice than a medicine cat, but fate has taken him to this point, so he accepts it. Actually, the medicine cat accepts everything calmly. Rarely does he get into arguments or states of anger. His actions may annoy some cats that would rather him use his skills for a fight than a medicine cat, but it's always his decision. He would be the first to extend a helping hand to another clan. His own clan comes first, always, but sometimes pity takes the better of him. He may, however, make an acception. He might like to run around and be free like any Airclan cat, but his heart and soul belongs to Lightclan, no matter what. He turns to Starclan for almost every difficulty, careful to keep secrets to himself. And when Starclan fail to listen, he just accepts it. But his calmness and peacefulness anger some cats. They would rather fight and gain their respect than sit around and have peace. This leads to large arguments, but, so far, Tumblethoughts has handled every one.History:
&&. beforeRole Playing Example:
Two cats never knew each other existed. Flamingsoul was the deputy of Lightningclan. He never held anyone close, and never dreamed he would. Bengalstripes acted the same. She was a loyal warrior with a sharp tongue and an annoying attitude. But, somehow, these two were destined for each other. Flamingsoul was talking at a Gathering, when he noticed Bengalstripes, her brown tabby fur glowing in the moonlight. The white tom adored her from that moment on, always looking at her from afar. When Bengalstripes found out, she used her sharp tongue to try to ward him off. But true love already took the better of both of them. They fell in love. Bengalstripes losing her sharpness for him and Flamingsoul forgetting about his duties. The two felines mated and Bengalstripes had three healthy kits.
&&. kithood
Tumblekit was thought to not make it through the night. Born a runt, he tumbled around, unsure what was going on. His name originated from it. But later, he grew and grew, fattened from his mother's milk. His brother, Tigerkit, was a tabby kit like his mother, and his sister, Whitekit, was a pure white she-cat like her father. Tumblekit was a mix. He grew up not knowing what kit-life was like. His mother never let him play, worried he would get hurt by the bigger kits. Only his siblings showed sympathy, sometimes sleeping with him instead of running off the play. He moped around and grew lazy, unable to exercise the fat off. After he grew so big, his mother decided he should try playing. The kit was so excited, he ran off at that very moment. He played and played, but was beaten constantly. His lack of experience kept him from winning. He continued in his depressed state.
&&. apprenticehood
Tumblepaw was obviously the right choice to be made medicine cat apprentice. He had never played with the ktis, so he showed no enthusiasm in becoming a warrior. Being given this position, he straightened up. At least he would be superior to everyone else. But his heart showed longing, longing to fight and hunt for his clan. But he couldn't. He trained hard, memorizing herbs as best as he could. During this time, he worked himself. The fat was beginning to wear off, but it wasn't gone just yet. Then one day, he was bony and scrawny. Cats looked at him and thought he was from Airclan. Speak to him like that! He was mad, but he couldn't change it, not now. He shied away from most cats, even his own mentor. And one day, a band of rogues attacked. Cats were injured, severly wounded, killed. Tumblepaw was forced to show his knowledge. He worked his hardest, but couldn't save his brother or father. His mentor told him he did wonderful, and it was time she retired. But Tumblepaw didn't think he was ready. But he had to accept it.
&&. medicine cat
Tumbethoughts was given his name for his wonderful thoughts and wisdom. He strived everyday to do the right thing, and saved many cats. An epidemic of greencough rose through the camp, forcing him to work even harder. He caught it himself, weakened until he could barely work. His own mentor died, an elder then. Her last words had been 'Never think anyone is better than you, dear Tumblethoughts.' He grew more laid-back after then, but kept up his great work.
It was about midnight there. The moon shone beautifully in the sky, casting a bright shadow of moonlight on the landscape. A couple stars glittered here and there, joining the moon in its brighting. The trees and grass rustled slightly, moved by an almost silent breeze. The only sounds were the whispering of the wind and the singing of the crickets. The whole night seemed to lay still, holding its breath as if waiting for something. The sillouheute of a cat strode out onto the grass. Its brown and white fur swayed in the breeze and its pale green eyes flickered in the shadows. As it padded across the clearing, it lowered its head to open its jaws.Other:
Tumblethoughts pulled at the juniper bush, hoping to grab a root or two of berries. There were sick cats in his den that night, falling ill with greencough. They could barely breathe. These berries should do the trick. With a last tug, he relieved the root and set it down on the ground onto his leaf bundle. A poppy head lay there as well. Grabbing the bundle in his jaws, he padded down the hill and through the trees. His ears stood forward and his fur glowed. He stopped a moment and looked up. The moon seemed to be looking right at him, as if trying to tell him something. And the wind was whispering something too low to here. "Is there something you'd like to tell me?" He muttered through the bundle. Someone was trying to tell him something.
( This cat is based on another cat that is leader that I made on my own site. So correct me if there is anything... different. )
