Honeycloud || WindClan Meddie || DONE

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Name:    

Honeycloud  

Name Reasoning:    

Honey = a prefix given to cats with light ginger fur 

Cloud = a suffix usually given for gentle cats, but in this instance, given in memory of a deceased sibling.  

Gender:   

Tom  

Age:    

26 moons  

Position:  

Medicine cat  

Clan:   

WindClan 

Capability Stats:  

Speed: 3/5  

Stamina: 2.5/5  

Physical Strength: 4/5  

Mental Strength: 5/5  

Strengths:   

Rarely ruled by his emotions 

Devilishly clever 

Able to detect when a cat is lying 

Patient & not easily shaken 

Neat & organized 

Looking after kits (Highly paternal) 

Very selfless and protective of his Clan 

Weaknesses:   

Kits 

Making & keeping friends 

Dealing with ignorant cats 

Can be cold and detatched 

Not easily forgiving 

Not easily trusting 

Reckless with self 

Type 2 WindClan 

Sparse, down-like feathers along spine and tail 

Heightened sight 

Strong claws 

Slender(ish) build 

Picture:  

Click 

Description:   

Honeycloud has an unusual build for a WindClanner; whilst he is still tall and slender, his shoulders are more broad than other toms of his Clan. It could be said that his build would suit a fighter more than a healer. His feather-tufted pelt only accentuates his greater size, aiding him to appear larger than he actually is. Said pelt is mostly ginger-gold in colour, with patches of white on his chest, muzzle, belly, front paws and tail-tip. His face is a little elongated, with a longish muzzle and ears. His eyes are a pale green.

Personality:   

hard shell // soft core

Honeycloud likes to pretend that he's a gruff, grumpy old cat, but truly, he's the sweetest most selfless cat out there. His wit is sharp as a tack, aiding in his ability to make split-second decisions and judgement of what treatment is best for his patients. He;s very good at distinguishing what cats are telling him though the use of body language, and can tell if someone is lying to him. Honeycloud is quite adept at bottling up his emotions, and not letting a single one escape or taint his work in order for his mind to maintain it;s clarity in times of need. His mind is extremely well trained - to the extent that he only eats when it is absolutely necessary during a crisis, 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. This not only demonstrates his high self-control, but also his utter selflessness and loyalty to the clan. 

Honeycloud 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 friend, and he is extremely gentle and kind to all kits. He allows them to climb on his broad back, to hang off his shoulders 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. 

Although Honeycloud is generally a jovial character, he can be very unforgiving if you hurt him or his clan, and once you lose his trust, it's gone forever. He;s the kind of cat that can hold a grudge for many many moons. 

Specific Moral Values:    

- Never hurt a kit  

- Always see to the patient first  

History:   

To some it is a mystery why Honeycloud 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 three, 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. His own siblings mostly ignored him in favor of playing with the other kits. There was one kit, however, who was born to a much older she-cat, named Cloudkit after her pale coat. Her littermate had died at birth, and she was frail and often sick. Honeykit and Cloudkit grew very close very quickly, and Honeycloud became protective of his friend, who was so sweet and gentle, and so often pushed around by the boisterous kits. He once picked a fight as an apprentice with a clanmate who was too rough on her in training, resulting in the scar under his left cheek.  

During their first winter, Cloudpaw contracted greencough. Honeypaw was forced to stay away, and grew very distressed. Poor Cloudpaw passed away due to the disease, and Honeypaw was shaken deeply to his core. His mentor put his training on hold as the young cat 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 when he lost his best friend. 

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 Honeypaw to become a full medicine cat, he requested that his name be Honeycloud, in honor of his best friend. His mentor complied, and thus he became Honeycloud.  

Relationships: None; forbidden  

Featured In: Nothing  

Assignments: None  

Display Name Color: This please (f5785A) 

Avatar (URL):40.media.tumblr.com/bf472798e5d7c3ed38f9e7a1e26ad2de/tumblr_njviwmAV081qjev1to1_1280.jpg

(could this be cropped to get just his head? thanks in advance~ (image not mine))  

Personal Text: Sometimes you've got to bleed to know that you're alive and have a soul 

Signature Image and/or Text: N/A  

Writing Sample:
(is it okay if I just keep Palecloud's 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.   

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 their lives for bravery and honor?   

Never; he realized with a snort.