Neritefur }{ RiverClan Meddie

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Neritefur

lift me to the stars

Name: Neritefur

Gender: Molly

Age: 73 moons

Position: Medicine Cat (previously warrior)

Clan: RiverClan

and i swear, i'll lift you galaxies.

Breakdown of Abilities and Weaknesses:

• Speed: 3/5
  
• Stamina: 2/5
  
• Physical Strength: 2/5
  
• Mental Strength: 4/5
  

Physically, she's deteriorated with age, but Neritefur never was particularly fantastic or horrible at anything. She is a little on the small side, so she's a bit easier to push about, but she's decently quick to make up for this. Her mind and memory, luckily, remains sharp.

Appearance:

Neritefur is of average build, it's just that it's been shrunken down a little. She's got sturdy legs, dappled neatly with ginger and black in the front and streaked with white in the back. The dappling continues onto her back, her sleek, waterproof fur growing more vivid the further away it strays from her soft white belly. It is interrupted by a variety of little pink scars. Her tail is long, broad, and tipped in white. Her paws also fade into white, with pale pink webs between her toes. The brightest orange is on her round, mostly-black face, running over one brow, down her nose, and fading into the white under her chin. Her eyes are somewhere between green and yellow with the inner ring a more vivid green, like pondweed. Despite her age, they aren't the slightest bit dull, even with the scar running along the left lid up into her forehead. 

Severity and Breakdown of Adaptations: RiverClan, Type 2

• waterproof fur with sparse scales underneath
• big lung capacity
• webbed paws and broad tail
  
• second set of transparent eyelids

blood and leaves all dissapate

Personality:

Neritefur is mostly known for being a softie. You can probably talk her into just about anything you need to if you're reasonably persuasive. This hardly impedes her duties, though, and more often than not it just leads her to babying the occasional apprentice with a thorn in their paw. She used to be very nervous in addition to this, making her very timid and shy, but over the moons she's gained confidence in herself and her abilities.

She's good-natured in general, and manages to be upbeat about nearly everything. She's taken it as her role in the Clan to cheer up any cat who needs it, and she really is quite good at it. Neritefur is also really affectionate, her general rule being to treat every cat as she would a close friend. That does include respect for personal space, but anyone who wants a snuggle can always get one. Even if they're ThunderClan, because as much as she cares for her leader, she personally finds rivalry quite silly.

Although she used to be a warrior who loved serving her clan in battle, she now enjoys her job tending to patients, partially because she can natter on to them all she wants. She tells absolutely terrible jokes and amazing stories and she's always open to entertaining kits and showing them around her den as well. There is a reason everyone teases that she's more of an elder than the real elders. She loves helping young cats - she often says training her two apprentices was the best experience of her life, and she's eager to find another to be the future medicine cat. Despite this, she was never interested in kits, or even in love at all. 

If you make Neritefur angry, she'll be sure to tell you off in the most polite, gracious way she can possibly manage, just to prove that she can win without letting her frustration win over. Even in battle she has always been controlled, goal being to win while doing as little harm as she possibly could. Only in a true life-or-death situation would she really let her anger control her, and that hasn't happened yet. 

Specific Moral Values: Treat every cat well and do my work with pride.

Relationships:

• Mottledflower: Neritefur's mother, whom she is very close to.
• Currently unnamed brothers: She really loves both of them too.

i am fading gossamer

History:

Neritekit was born too early in a litter of three. Her brothers were always weak and sickly, but the medicine cat and her mother, Mottledflower, kept a close eye on them. Her father, however, was far less caring. Cypressheart was always forcing his way into the nursery with talk of killing off his sons. This led to a lot of fighting between him and Mottledflower, but she couldn't allow it to get physical while her kits were in need of her care.

Neritekit was four moons old, out playing with her brothers and the other kittens, when there was a commotion at the far end of camp. The other queens quickly swept them into the nursery, but she could still hear her mother's screeches of "horrible father" and "pathetic excuse for a warrior". She huddled with her brothers, helpless, until the noise suddenly stopped and Mottledflower returned pridefully to the nursery to nuzzle her kits before heading for the medicine cat's den. Cypressheart was gone.

When her sixth moon came close, Neritekit announced that she wanted to be a medicine cat, and was accepted. She knew it was thanks to her new mentor that her brothers were still alive and that her mother had been treated, and she was eager to help. After only a few moons, though, she was beginning to feel left out. Her basic training in hunting and fighting didn't seem enough compared to what her brothers were learning. She wanted to serve her Clan, yes, but maybe being the medicine cat just wasn't the job for her. Luckily, another young kit wanted her spot, and she was allowed to make the switch in her ninth moon, on the cusp of winter. 

That winter both her brothers fell ill, as well as several others in the clan, and Neritepaw had to keep assisting in the medicine den. Her training progressed slowly as she devoted herself to helping her brothers at every opportunity. They barely made it through, but they did. And although Neritepaw had really enjoyed her extra stint in the medicine den, she was eager to continue on her path to becoming a warrior.

The significant delay had set her back, but she was finally named a warrior at twenty moons. Nothing worth mentioning here proceeded to happen. Maybe I'll think of some things later but mostly she just went about her life for fifty moons or so.

In the last few moons, the battle-dulled molly was beginning to think of retiring, her mother trying to talk both her and her brothers into it. However, with Lakesong's disappearance and no apprentice to succeed him, Neritefur was asked to take over the position and train an apprentice as soon as possible. She was glad for the opportunity to continue helping her Clan, and to fawn over her brothers again.

Timeline:

• 0 moons: born to caring Mottledflower and terrible father Cypressheart.
  
• 4 moons: Mottledflower and Cypressheart fight, Cypressheart flees RiverClan.
  
• 6 moons: made medicine cat apprentice.
  
• 9 moons: made regular apprentice, but outbreak of sickness requires her help.
• 20 moons: made warrior.
• 72 moons: RiverClan needed a meddie and she knew enough stuff to do it.
  

but memories are warmth.

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Extra:

Poem:
Lift me to the stars
And I swear, I'll lift you galaxies.
Blood and leaves all dissipate
I am fading gossamer
But memories are warmth