CRASHpaw, medicine cat of ROOTclan [uf]

[BiRD]

OOC:
Nickname: Bird, Birdie, Angel [whatever]
Other Characters: N/A
Email: [e-mail]

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BIC:

Name: Crashkit, Crashpaw
Age: 16 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: RootClan
Rank: Medicine Cat

Personality:

Talk a little about your cat. Are they optimistic, fierce, serious? Include their traits that make them them. Maybe have something about their reactions to certain cats, their love life, whatever makes him/her up. 200 word minimum

short description:

a one sentence description of your character's appearance, such as "a gold tabby with brown eyes". easy, simple.

Appearance:

Are they a large golden tabby with heavy markings and broad shoulders? Or perhaps a slender Siamese with bat-large ears. Describe their pelt, their eyes, body build, scars, and so on. 200 word minimum

Tattoo:

N/A since Crashpaw hasn't reieved his medicine cat name yet

History:

It got the all of RootClan excited. One of the she-cats was announced pregnant. After the recent miscarriage of the last Queen, this was a reason to celebrate. Many had faith in this litter since the last was the result of a forbidden relationship. Both parents were decicated warriors. The father had even been considered for a position of deputy a few moons back, but Oceanglow had been chosen. Talonfoot, the father, had no hard feelings and supported the new deputy.

Tulipclaw was proud that she was sitting in the Nursery. She was pregnant in the best season of the year, the prey ran wild, and she had company. One other Queen was going to have kits as well. They often talked about how many kits the medicine cat Softecho guessed they were going to have. The neighboring Queen had kits two days before Tulipclaw.

The queen's heart felt heavy as she licked the fur of her single kit. She wanted to give her mate many strong kits, but she only had birth to one. Softecho tried to calm her, saying that the kit was as healthy as could be, even adding that she seen few kits as healthy as hers, but Tulipclaw was greedy and wanted more. With a heavy heart, Talonfoot was told. He was happy, but Tulipclaw could feet the anxiety in his voice. He, too, wanted many kits, but the father accepted his son. The kit was named Crashkit.

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Role Play Example:

It was a day that only came once in a cat's life--his apprentice ceremony. To him, it was the biggest leap of any cat's life. Yes, becoming a warrior was big, but it seemed to involve so much stress, with all the duties, but being an apprentice was an adventure. He would hunt, explore, and play all he wanted. Sure, there was the training, but he would find time to do that.

Highstar seemed to be in a good mood. Hopefully, it was the four apprentices he was gaining or maybe the hot sun navigating through the thin trees' leaves and onto the pelts of the cats of RootClan. Whatever it was, the leader called each of the his denmate's and they obtained mentors. One of them, Olivepaw got his mother as a mentor. Crashkit worried about her, so maybe getting back to her duties would lift her spirits.

At first, he didn't understand the words of RootClan's leader, but they soon became clear. Holding his head high, Crashkit marched past the taller warriors and apprentices, but their varied gazes caused his head to sink lower and lower until he approached Highstar. There, he regained his confidence, but the leader destroyed that when he nodded at a cat in the crowd.

A she-cat, young and with a light pelt, approached the leader with hushed steps. Crashkit watched her, knowing he had seen the face before. Highstar started to speak, but the soon-to-be apprentice was too caught up in trying to remember her.

"StarClan..." came a dislocated word from the leader mouth to Crashkit's mind. The medicine cat! She visited the Nursery often, and his mom frequently spoke of her. Softecho.
"medicine cat apprentice."

The words hurt. Crashkit dragged one of Highstar's disjointed words--chosen. He did not choose this. He wanted to be a warrior, like his mother. He wanted to fight. Crashpaw had been told repeatedly about the life of a warrior, but the possibily of becoming a medicine cat never existed in his mind. Flicking his ears shamefully, Crashpaw touched noses with his mentor.

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