oh doctor doctor [gorsefang.bc]

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nickname: Amory
other characters: Flightstar and Pepperpaw (neither in the making just yet)
email: Optional
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I'M GOING TO ASK YOU
A SERIES OF QUESTIONS,
AND I WANT THEM ANSWERED ON THE SPOT,
RIGHT NOW.[/color][/font]

name- Gorsefang
age- 27 moons
gender- Tom
rank- Warrior
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I MAKE PLANS TO BREAK PLANS,
AND I'VE BEEN PLANNING SOMETHING BIG.[/color][/font]

personality- Here's the cat many young tom-kits want to grow up to be. Well, some do. At a glance, he's cool, funny, very kind, and a wicked fighter. But he's not everyone's ideal role-model. He acts without thinking sometimes, has a snap of a time with the ladies, and his fun-loving personality gets him in trouble with the older cats sometimes. Most cats recognize how innocent his intentions are, though. He very rarely means to act out of line or say things he doesn't mean. When he does, Gorsefang is quick to apologize and will do everything within his power to right any wrongs.

One of the first things cats notice about Gorsefang is his eagerness to live. He is extremely friendly and outgoing and is known to live "in the moment". He adores having fun, but generally respects the need to work. Indeed, he very often finds fun in the work. And, when all else fails, he'll make work fun. He often finds joy in the simplest of things: from a brightly-colored toadstool to a pelt-warming ray of sunshine. It takes a lot to get him down, and when he is, it doesn't take much to get him back into a joyful mood.

One of the most important things in Gorsefang's life is his siblings. He adores all five of them very much. It is for them alone that he might loose his temper. Only when they're in danger or injured does he show any sort of interest in fighting. He's never been a particularly good fighter, but his determination helps him win his share of battles.
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OH, DOCTOR, DOCTOR
I MUST HAVE GOTTEN THIS SICK SOMEHOW.[/color][/font]

appearance- Like his younger half-brother Brambleheart, this tom is occasionally mistaken for his father Talltree. He has his father's height, his father's markings, even his father's eyes. The only thing he received from his mother was the length of his striped pelt. Where his father's fur is short and thick, Gorsefang's is long and thick.

Gorsefang isn't one of those toms who stand out in a crowd. He doesn't have the icy blue eyes that have been known to stop a she-cat's heart. Nor a strangely-patterned pelt that lingers in the minds of others. No, he's a simple striped tabby. But that does not leave him without any sort of comeliness. For a tabby, he is well-patterned. His lighter stripes shape his face into a handsome contrast of light and dark, accenting his amber eyes. The stripes on his shoulders move in a hypnotic pattern when he runs. The hair on the insides of his ears wisps out in an almost cute manner. His tail is good-lengthed and darkens as further along it until it is pure black at it's tip. His amber eyes may be very average, but they're very expressive and easily convey his friendly and welcoming personality.
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MY EYES CAN BELIEVE WHAT THEY HAVE SEEN.
IN THE CORNER OF YOUR ROOM,
YOU'VE STOCKPILED MILLIONS OF MY MEMORIES.[/color][/font]

history- They were always very normal warriors. Nothing special about them. Talltree and Softcloud were BranchClanners with parents who had been BranchClanners. They were very average warriors, moderately good at everything they did but never excelling at any particular thing. They were both completely sane, loved by their clans, and had many good friends. They respected each other and never got into any huge fights.

But they weren't in love.

Talltree and Softcloud were mates as more of a bargain than any sort of affection. sure, they had been vague friends since they were kits, but that was merely because they were members of the same clan. When they were both about 25 moons old, they agreed to become mates. Softcloud's kits with another tom had just become apprentices; she wanted another litter. Talltree just wanted some kits of his own.

When he was born, Gorsekit already had two older half-siblings, Lightpaw and Stormpaw. He was born the lone kit of his litter, so he often tried to tag along with them, despite their wishes. They didn't dislike their little brother, but that didn't mean they wanted him following them around all the time. Talltree spent a large amount of time playing with his son and teaching him little fighting techniques. He helped Gorsekit catch his first prey when he was only five moons old. Softcloud, though, didn't spend much time with her son after he was about three moons old. For the first time in her life, she'd fallen in love. Talltree felt no offense that she was pledging herself to another tom. He had his kit and he was happy.

Gorsepaw was apprenticed to a young she-cat named Brooksong. He was her first apprentice. They got along very well and Gorsepaw was soon learning quickly. At eight moons old, the young tabby's time was spent with either his close friend and mentor Brooksong or with his father Talltree. But his father was starting to feel the strain of not being able to spend more time with his son. He decided it was time to look for a new mate and have kits again.

The she-cat this time was named Blossomheart. She was a very quiet she-cat who had had a crush on Talltree for a long time. He found her sweet shyness cute and soon the two grew very close. They never felt what Softcloud felt for her new mate Riftchasm, but they were certainly more than friends. Within a moon of eachother, Gorsepaw's parents both welcomed new litters. There was Frostkit and Riverkit from Softcloud and Flowerkit and Bramblekit from Blossomheart. Including Lightfall and Stormclaw, Gorsepaw now had six half-siblings. Gorsepaw learned early on to be a good big brother. Where Stormclaw always avoided the kits, the tabby apprentice went out of his way to visit them. Lightfall, it seemed, was only truly fond of his baby sister Frostkit. Gorsepaw loved all of his new siblings equally. He spent time rough-housing with tom-kit Bramblekit, but also listened to the love stories his younger sisters were very taken with.

When he was almost fifteen moons old, all four of his younger siblings joined him in the apprentice den. Frostpaw was apprenticed to Lightfall, Riftchasm mentored Bramblepaw, Talltree was given Riverpaw, and another younger warrior took on Flowerpaw's training. Gorsepaw loved being able to spend more time with them. He was within a moon or two of his warrior name by then. It was a thrill to spend his last days as an apprentice watching his beloved siblings learn. They were the last happy days the large and strange family would see for a while.

The clan leader had only just told Gorsepaw that his ceremony would be the next day when he went out patrolling with Talltree, Riverpaw, Stormclaw, and Flowerpaw. Stormclaw stood on a half-dead branch and looked back to be sure Flowerpaw could make the jump. She made it, but wobbled and flailed for a better grip. Panicking, Gorsepaw leaped onto the branch as well to help her. But it couldn't support the weight of all three of them. With a sickening crack! it fell free of the tree's trunk.

He woke several dawns later. The medicine cat had set up a mini-camp very close to where he'd fallen. Since they had very much worried that he wouldn't have made it through the life, the leader had named him Gorsefang while he'd lain unconscious. They had done the same with Flowerpelt, but she hadn't pulled through. Stormclaw had barely survived the high fall, but one of his back legs would be forever crippled.

Gorsefang recovered and seemed to become a completely different cat. It was as if a bit of Flowerpelt's fiery personality had made it's way into him. He felt he had to live for her. He became far more outgoing, eager to have fun and live for the day. And it wasn't just an act, either. He was genuinely enjoying his new self. He was soon known to participate in every available patrol and spend large amounts of time hunting. He'd still play with the kits and was often found playing kit-like games with the apprentices. In the evenings, he'd be exhausted, but still keep up a happy facade and stay up to watch the sunset. Then he'd sleep like a rock.

The moons seemed to pass in a heartbeat. His younger siblings became warriors. They were named Frostrose, Riverrush, and Brambleheart. Lightfall still favored Frostrose over the others, but was less likely to show it. All of the siblings had grown and gotten older. Lightfall was a quieter cat, more a thinker than he had once been. Stormclaw was less stubborn and he came to accept the help of others more easily (although he complained every step of the way). Frostrose was more intelligent and beautiful than ever. She could be manipulative and icy, but she cared about her family in a silent, unspoken sort of way. Riverrush blended into the clan better. She seemed more content in being herself than she'd been before. Her hunting skills rivaled Stormclaw's fighting abilities. Brambleheart was very much like his mother, quiet and kind, a "big softy" Riverrush called him. Gorsefang loved his siblings very much. He adored spending time around them, even if they got annoyed with his ever-cheerful disposition. Deep down, they were all very fond of him. Although they'd never admit it.

Old age hit Blossomheart early. Her eyesight was quick to go all blurry. She wasn't safe leaving camp anymore. Talltree had grown tired. He saw Lightfall, Stormclaw, Riverrush, and Frostrose as his children as well and was very proud of all six of them. But he was ready to retire with Blossomheart. He became her eyes and, if possible, they grew even closer. Riftchasm died in a battle protecting his daughters. Softcloud felt a piece of herself die with him. For a while, she had no will to live. Slowly, though, her kits brought her back from the edge. She went to join Blossomheart and Talltree in the elder's den, still a little saddened, but firmly gripping life.
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IS IT SERIOUS?
I'M AFRAID IT IS.
AM I GONNA DIE?
WELL SON, DEATH IS GONNA CATCH UP WITH ALL ONE DAY,
BUT YOURS IS COMING QUICKER THAN OURS.[/color][/font]

roleplay example-

Her paws carried her silently over the leaf-covered ground. Her tail flicked low behind her, and she stepped with a slight limp. It was her first day out of camp in nearly a week. Silverhawk had been adamant that she stay off the gash on her paw. Now that it was mostly-healed, he'd finally relented and agreed to let her out of camp. Her first day back training and it was for an assessment! Part of her was excited; it was her first true assessment. Another part of her kept pulling her down... She knew Phantomsun just wanted to know how well all of the apprentices were doing, not just Cometpaw, Bearpaw, and Cinderpaw's. Rootpaw and Dreampaw would also be there, too.

Speaking of the younger she-cat, Cometpaw could just barely hear her padding along behind her. It had been well over a week since Waterpaw's disappearance. Still, Dreampaw refused to speak. She seemed to be eating a little more, but there was still a haunted, skinny look about her. Pretending to disapprove of the behavior, Cometpaw was actually worried for her. She knew what it was like to loose family. Of course, Cometpaw herself was a much stronger cat; she recognized that. So she imagined Dreampaw's grief was double her own. The tiny patched she-cat had relied heavily on her family for emotional and mental support. She'd been very close to her entire family... Cometpaw knew Dreampaw wasn't just mourning her sister; she was mourning the loss of her entire family. She'd never admit it aloud, but Cometpaw felt she might waste away too if she lost Bearpaw. Although she hadn't shown it since she was very small, the brown apprentice was very fond of her brother in his quiet, but reliable, patience.

A small sigh left her as Cometpaw considered her own similarities to Dreampaw. Where she still had family and Dreampaw did not, little Dreampaw was very close to the rest of the clan, where Cometpaw felt constantly alienated from them. The clan all flocked to care and worry for Dreampaw, while Cometpaw was instead left to tend herself. The younger she-cat even had a best friend! Dreampaw and Bearpaw spent much of their time together. Cometpaw spent most of her time alone or with her mentor. Even Cinderpaw hated her [for she felt so sure he disliked her very strongly]. Never before had Cometpaw felt so alone. She knew exactly how Dreampaw was feeling.

At last the scents of the others reached her. Her ears flickered back as Cinderpaw's scent hit her. She wasn't sure she wanted to look at him, let alone actually talk to him. She padded into the clearing with her eyes on the ground. She didn't even lift her gaze to acknowledge the presence of the three warriors. She sat alone on the edge of the clearing as Dreampaw silently passed her to sit next to Bearpaw. Feeling the emptiness around her as if it were physical, Cometpaw heard a light giggle as Cinderpaw leapt after a butterfly. She refused to look up, even though a part of her wanted to leap after it with him. Her gaze was glued almost permanently to the ground. She didn't once look up, but used to her nose to be sure everyone had finally gathered.

Thud!

Cometpaw jumped at the sound, her eyes snapping up before she could stop herself. Cinderpaw had fallen. Half of her wanted to giggle aloud, while another wanted to run to him and make sure he was alright. But she hung back, looking over to Brownspot as the warrior spoke.

"That's enough playing around, Cinderpaw. It's time to get started."She wasn't sure, but Cometpaw thought she saw a flicker of amusement mixed with concern as Cinderpaw fell over. She couldn't be sure, though, because the emotion was gone in a heartbeat, replaced by a patient, but hard, expression."Dreampaw and Rootpaw will head down by the TealClan border. Rootpaw, you will go closer to the border, but, Dreampaw, I don't want you to go any further than the Stone Paths. Bearpaw, you'll hunt around here, but don't get too close to camp."Cometpaw watched as he turned his gaze on her, silently praying he didn't send her and Cinderpaw in the same direction..."Cinderpaw, you will head towards the CherryClan border. I want you to stay out of the stream. It's cold enough that if you fall in, you could get very sick. Lastly, Cometpaw. You will hunt up by the border with the Druids. Each of you are to catch as much as you can. Bury it and we'll come back for it later."His eyes visibly softened, Cometpaw noticed as he shot his gaze between the apprentices, preparing to speak one last time before sending them off."Remember, there is no way to fail this assessment. Just do you're best. Go, now." With that, he flicked his tail for them to go.

Cometpaw quickly turned and headed away towards the clan's north border. She couldn't help herself and glanced back towards Cinderpaw. She quickly disguised it, though, as a good-luck nod towards her brother. A flush covered her face, hoping no one had caught the true reason for her glance. Without pausing anymore, she padded quickly away from the clearing.

[lyrics: "The Phrase That Pays" by The Academy Is...]
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