Post by Sprout on Nov 1, 2013 17:38:06 GMT -5
Name:
Palecloud
Name Reasoning:
Pale = a prefix given to cats with light coloured fur
Cloud = a suffix usually given for gentle cats, but in this instance, given in memory of a deceased sibling.
Pale = a prefix given to cats with light coloured fur
Cloud = a suffix usually given for gentle cats, but in this instance, given in memory of a deceased sibling.
Gender:
Tom
Tom
Age:
26 moons
26 moons
Position:
Medicine cat
Medicine cat
Clan:
SkyClan
SkyClan
Capability Stats:
Speed: 2/5- Stamina: 3/5
- Physical Strength: 4/5
- Mental Strength: 5/5
Strengths:
- Control over his mind
- Patient
- Intelligent
- Calm in the face of danger
- Nerves of steel
- Can locate healing plants in the mountainside
- Organized and neat
- Gentle and sweet to kits
- Determined (although, sometimes he's more stubborn than determined)
- Control over his mind
- Patient
- Intelligent
- Calm in the face of danger
- Nerves of steel
- Can locate healing plants in the mountainside
- Organized and neat
- Gentle and sweet to kits
- Determined (although, sometimes he's more stubborn than determined)
Weaknesses:
- Detached from clanmates
- Is uncomfortable when things are out of order
- One could say kits were a weakness, because is one was in danger, he would do anything he could to save it.
- Sometimes is aloof
- Vain and proud
- Not exactly a social butterfly
- Detached from clanmates
- Is uncomfortable when things are out of order
- One could say kits were a weakness, because is one was in danger, he would do anything he could to save it.
- Sometimes is aloof
- Vain and proud
- Not exactly a social butterfly
Type 3 (Clan: SkyClan
- Long, thick, pale coat
- Huge paws, with six toes and hard pads
- Thicker skull and small grey horns that are an inch or two long
- Huge paws, with six toes and hard pads
- Thicker skull and small grey horns that are an inch or two long
Picture:
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Description:
Palecloud has the build of a fighter, not a healer. He's slightly larger than average, but his long, fluffy pelt sometimes makes him appear bigger than what he actually is. He has huge paws, with six toes on each and grey pads for climbing up and down the mountain. His ears a a little smaller than usual, with grey horns sprouting next to each one, that curl back over his thick skull. His eyes, oh his eyes. They are perhaps the most striking thing of all. One honey-brown, the other the palest blue. They make him appear fierce and wise, fiery but tranquil at the same time. Truth be told; he is neither.
Personality:
The most concise personality of Palecloud is that he is... a difficult cat. He is a stranger to his own clan, and spends most of his time in his immaculately tided den, sorting herbs and mixing poultices to make new remedies for his clan. His clanmates think of him as an emotionless, detached cat, who lives only to serve his clan and cure the ill. They could never be more wrong.
Palecloud is quite adept at bottling up his emotions, and not letting a single one escape or taint his work. His mind is extremely well trained - to the extent that he only eats when it is absolutely necessary, yet hunger never bothers him. He can be injured in battle, but not feel the pain of his wounds until every other cat is seen to and treated.
As mentioned earlier, his clanmates are rather confused by him, which bothers him not a single dot. Palecloud often thinks of many of the warriors as narrow-minded and dull. If they ever attempt to strike up a conversation with him, it's usually just them talking about their apprentice, or other pointless matters that he couldn't give a rat's tail about.
Palecloud has a large weakness in the form of tiny scraps of fur. When he is watching kits play, or playing with them, his old self comes back somewhat. Kits remind him of his cherished sister, and he is extremely gentle and kind to all kits. He allows them to climb on his broad back, to hang off his horns and pull his whiskers. He spoils them with treats of extra honey he gathers, or sweet-smelling flowers. He knows he can never have kits of his own, and accepts that, so he devotes his affection to his clanmates' kits.
The most concise personality of Palecloud is that he is... a difficult cat. He is a stranger to his own clan, and spends most of his time in his immaculately tided den, sorting herbs and mixing poultices to make new remedies for his clan. His clanmates think of him as an emotionless, detached cat, who lives only to serve his clan and cure the ill. They could never be more wrong.
Palecloud is quite adept at bottling up his emotions, and not letting a single one escape or taint his work. His mind is extremely well trained - to the extent that he only eats when it is absolutely necessary, yet hunger never bothers him. He can be injured in battle, but not feel the pain of his wounds until every other cat is seen to and treated.
As mentioned earlier, his clanmates are rather confused by him, which bothers him not a single dot. Palecloud often thinks of many of the warriors as narrow-minded and dull. If they ever attempt to strike up a conversation with him, it's usually just them talking about their apprentice, or other pointless matters that he couldn't give a rat's tail about.
Palecloud has a large weakness in the form of tiny scraps of fur. When he is watching kits play, or playing with them, his old self comes back somewhat. Kits remind him of his cherished sister, and he is extremely gentle and kind to all kits. He allows them to climb on his broad back, to hang off his horns and pull his whiskers. He spoils them with treats of extra honey he gathers, or sweet-smelling flowers. He knows he can never have kits of his own, and accepts that, so he devotes his affection to his clanmates' kits.
Specific Moral Values:
- Never hurt a kit
- Always see to the patient first
- Always see to the patient first
History:
To some it is a mystery why Palecloud was chosen to become a medicine cat. He has the strength of a warrior, yet he chooses to cure the ill and injured. To find out why, you must be well acquainted to his past, which nearly no-one is.
He was one of two, born to a she-cat who is now deceased. From the moment he opened his eyes, the queens knew he'd be different. He was a stranger to most of the other kits, sitting alone while they play-fought and raced around. Most. His sister, Cloudkit, adored him, and sometimes they played together. She was the only one he opened up to, and they grew very close very quickly.
During their first winter, Cloudkit contracted greencough. Palekit was forced to stay away, and grew very distressed. Cloudkit passed away, and Palekit was driven with grief. He withdrew deep inside himself for a moon; eating little, not speaking a word and sitting alone in a corner. During this time he steeled his mind, taught it to heel, to pack all of his emotions neatly and store them where he couldn't feel them. It was also at this time where he realized he wanted to learn how to cure the sick, so no-one had to go through what he did.
After a couple of weeks the medicine cat at the time got the message that the young tom wanted to become a healer, and accepted him as an apprentice. 12 moons of long training followed, and when it came time for Palepaw to become a full medicine cat, he requested that his name be Palecloud, in honor of his dead sister. His mentor complied, and thus he became Palecloud.
He was one of two, born to a she-cat who is now deceased. From the moment he opened his eyes, the queens knew he'd be different. He was a stranger to most of the other kits, sitting alone while they play-fought and raced around. Most. His sister, Cloudkit, adored him, and sometimes they played together. She was the only one he opened up to, and they grew very close very quickly.
During their first winter, Cloudkit contracted greencough. Palekit was forced to stay away, and grew very distressed. Cloudkit passed away, and Palekit was driven with grief. He withdrew deep inside himself for a moon; eating little, not speaking a word and sitting alone in a corner. During this time he steeled his mind, taught it to heel, to pack all of his emotions neatly and store them where he couldn't feel them. It was also at this time where he realized he wanted to learn how to cure the sick, so no-one had to go through what he did.
After a couple of weeks the medicine cat at the time got the message that the young tom wanted to become a healer, and accepted him as an apprentice. 12 moons of long training followed, and when it came time for Palepaw to become a full medicine cat, he requested that his name be Palecloud, in honor of his dead sister. His mentor complied, and thus he became Palecloud.
Relationships: None; forbidden
Featured In: Nothing
Assignments: None
Display Name Color: Azure blue
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Personal Text: I don't blame you for being you, but you can't blame me for hating it.
Signature Image and/or Text: N/A
Writing Sample:A bundle of leaves dropped on a slab of stone, the differing shades of green contrasting starkly with the grey of the stone. Palecloud sat in front of the stone and began to slowly, carefully re-examine each one, making sure they were all whole and without blemish. Any that had a film of water covering them were laid out to dry a little before storage. Earlier that morning he discovered some of his stocks had become unusable, the musty smell of decomposing leaves lingering in his den even after he had removed them. He had just returned from gathering fresh supplies. Even though things were pretty quiet now, he had to be ready for anything.
The white tom gathered the now dry leaves into neat piles according to each plant; feverfew, comfrey, horsetail, marigold and tansy. it didn't take him long to store each one in it's rightful place, filling up the empty spaces with satisfaction. Everything was whole again. He turned to tidy up his work space when he heard his name being yowled. He froze for a moment, then raced from his den.
The white tom gathered the now dry leaves into neat piles according to each plant; feverfew, comfrey, horsetail, marigold and tansy. it didn't take him long to store each one in it's rightful place, filling up the empty spaces with satisfaction. Everything was whole again. He turned to tidy up his work space when he heard his name being yowled. He froze for a moment, then raced from his den.
Two warriors were moving hurriedly towards his den, a third limping between them with his tail dragging in the dust. His eyes were glazed with pain and his right back leg stuck out at an awkward angle. Palecloud didn't have to be a genius to work out the leg was broken.
"He fell at Death Valley!"
one of the warriors cried. Palecloud sighed. He didn't understand why warriors still felt the need to brave such a place. it just caused the clan unnecessary injury.
He ducked back into his den, gathering the supplies he'd need; a stout stick and a few wads of cobweb. He then selected a few leaves from his store; comfrey, daisy, ivy and a few others. He chewed furiously, spitting wads of pulp and juice onto a broad, flat leaf. As he worked the two warriors entered the den and laid their clanmate onto a bed of moss. Palecloud dipped is head in acknowledgement and stood, pulling the leaf over to the warrior.
"I have to assess the damage, please try not to move."
he said in his deep voice. The cat made some vaguely affirmative sing and he sniffed the leg, moving it slightly. The cat seemed not to react, so he moved it a little more. The cat gasped and Palecloud could feel them clenching their muscles. Definitely a break. He took some of the poultice and smeared it on the leg, letting the cooling juices soak into their fur. He made an audible reaction and seemed to relax a little. Palecloud then took the stick and laid it next to the broken leg, fastening it with cobwebs. He stepped back to examine his work, and after tweaking the webs a little, he was happy.
"You two can go; thank-you for your services."
he told the two warriors, and turned back to his patient as he left them.
"And you will have to stay with me for a few weeks. No more warrior duties, if you want to keep your title. Now, would you like a poppy seed?"
The cat nodded and took the small round seed before thanking the medicine cat. Palecloud murmured a reply, but the warrior was already succumbing to slumber. He sighed and shook his head. When would cats stop risking thier lives for bravery and honor?
Never; he realized with a snort.
"He fell at Death Valley!"
one of the warriors cried. Palecloud sighed. He didn't understand why warriors still felt the need to brave such a place. it just caused the clan unnecessary injury.
He ducked back into his den, gathering the supplies he'd need; a stout stick and a few wads of cobweb. He then selected a few leaves from his store; comfrey, daisy, ivy and a few others. He chewed furiously, spitting wads of pulp and juice onto a broad, flat leaf. As he worked the two warriors entered the den and laid their clanmate onto a bed of moss. Palecloud dipped is head in acknowledgement and stood, pulling the leaf over to the warrior.
"I have to assess the damage, please try not to move."
he said in his deep voice. The cat made some vaguely affirmative sing and he sniffed the leg, moving it slightly. The cat seemed not to react, so he moved it a little more. The cat gasped and Palecloud could feel them clenching their muscles. Definitely a break. He took some of the poultice and smeared it on the leg, letting the cooling juices soak into their fur. He made an audible reaction and seemed to relax a little. Palecloud then took the stick and laid it next to the broken leg, fastening it with cobwebs. He stepped back to examine his work, and after tweaking the webs a little, he was happy.
"You two can go; thank-you for your services."
he told the two warriors, and turned back to his patient as he left them.
"And you will have to stay with me for a few weeks. No more warrior duties, if you want to keep your title. Now, would you like a poppy seed?"
The cat nodded and took the small round seed before thanking the medicine cat. Palecloud murmured a reply, but the warrior was already succumbing to slumber. He sighed and shook his head. When would cats stop risking thier lives for bravery and honor?
Never; he realized with a snort.
