Post by Duskfur on Jan 8, 2010 22:54:53 GMT -8
It's looong - I'm warning you. Dx
--Duskfur is on the left, Dawnwhisker on the right.
Name: Duskfur
Gender: Tom
Age: 29 moons
Clan: FloodClan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Description: Duskfur's name gives us a little hint as to his appearance. His pelt is clearly a dusky brown, almost like a mouse, though his chest and paws are a pure, snowy white. His legs are flanked with small, dark stripes, as is his tail -- ringed with faint black and lighter at the tip. His eyes are a misty, cobalt color and his nose a rosy pink.
Personality: Duskfur is that kind of cat everyone wants to be around. Not only is he extremely skilled in his practice, but he's friends with nearly everybody and he'll never forget your name or face. He loves to smile and not only that -- he has a signature smile. In this way, he's a tad charming. No, he's not a flirt, but he finds it a bit amusing when some she-cats seem to blush when his presence is near.
Duskfur is a great listener and absorbed a lot of patience from his mentor. He's sometimes a bit impatient and dislikes being disorganized or stressed, but he tries his best to keep his calm. Many of the apprentices and kits come to him for stories (and occasionally advice) all the queens say he's the gentlest thing on earth when helping them in birthing.
Duskfur isn't perfect -- he definitely has his flaws, he doesn't try to hide them -- but it doesn't hurt to say he's a great cat.
History: Duskkit was born upon a pale, blustery morning on a rarely cold day of Greenleaf, along with his sister Dawnkit. Though he was born at dawn (the inspiration for his sister's name), he was dubbed Duskkit because of the color of his pelt -- a dusky brown. Their mother, Larkspring, gave them up mere days after their birth -- she wasn't interested in being a queen. Her relationship with her mate, Falconfang, had dwindled down to almost nothing and she wanted nothing to do with her kits either. They only reminded her of him.
Duskkit and Dawnkit were taken in by another friendly queen who had only one kit in her current litter. The tom-kit, Pinekit, was only one moon older than the younger brother and sister and soon bonded a close friendship with them. Duskkit and Dawnkit were lathered with love and both flourished into bright, youthful cats.
While Dawnkit began to take a secret interest in a young apprentice, Nettlepaw, telling her crush only to her brother, Duskkit took an obvious interest to healing. He often begged to be let out of the nursery to pad around the herb-filled den, where the current Medicine Cat resided. He was an older, compassionate tom by the name of Oaktail. The tom took a liking to young Duskkit and took the time to point out a few of the herbs' names, as he was in need of an apprentice. Oaktail became the father Duskkit never had.
In time, Dawnkit was made Dawnpaw and Duskkit received the title of Medicine Cat Apprentice -- now, he was Duskpaw. Dawnpaw's love of Nettlepaw grew stronger every day and Duskpaw yearned for more knowledge. He already knew more than the average Medicine Cat Apprentice, having been taught since 4 moons old. Things were looking up for the both of them -- they had many friends, went to a few Gatherings, and had no trouble with their mentors.
However, it came for the day of the truth to be told. The queen that had fostered the siblings brought them to the side of the camp one evening, beginning by admitting how proud of them she was and how she loved them with all her heart. Then came the confession -- she wasn't their real mother, and Pinepaw wasn't their biological brother. Duskpaw took the news relatively well; he was a tad quieter than usual, but understood that his true mother probably had a good reason for leaving them. However, Dawnpaw took it hard. After recovering from her shock, anger bubbled within her and she spat at the older she-cat, hurt. She blamed her, not her biological mother, for not admitting the truth earlier and letting them live a lie. Before anyone could reply, she thrust her way into the foliage. Duskpaw bounded after his sister, trying his best to comfort her -- still, his attempts failed.
Things began to go downhill for Dawnpaw. Blinded by her frustration, she fell behind in her training and watched jealously as Pinepaw became Pineheart, Nettlepaw became Nettlenose, and her own brother became Duskfur. The friendship between her and Nettlenose grew more distant because of his warrior duties and she heavily resented this -- he was still unaware of her feelings for him. Duskfur kept trying to connect with Dawnpaw, loving her as the supportive littermate he was, but nothing seemed to work.
Finally, moons after all her friends had received their warrior names, Dawnpaw became Dawnwhisker. Though she still wasn't the same, she was happier than she had been in a long time -- now, she could finally admit her love for Nettlenose now that they were of the same status. Asking him to stay back briefly on a hunting patrol, she told him the truth. He was surprised and genuinely flattered, but he sadly answered that he couldn't return the feeling and quietly walked away.
Dawnwhisker was crushed; her whole world seemed to be. She had been adopted, humiliated by being moons behind everyone else, and rejected by her love. Blinded by her irrational thinking, she dragged herself to the river's shore, staring blankly into its depths. Duskfur, searching for herbs, saw his sister and cried a greeting to her. She hardly acknowledged his voice. Slowly looking up, her hollow eyes held regret, sadness, and gratefulness (for his attempt to bring her back to happiness). Then, before he could even say "stop", Dawnwhisker drowned herself.
Devastated by what his sister had done, Duskfur trudged back to camp with a heavy heart. Cats began to wonder where Dawnwhisker had disappeared to. A Gathering took place the next day and the other clans admitted they knew nothing about her; this confirmed her absence, and Duskfur blinked back tears as she was labeled missing. Soon, her existence faded from everyone's minds.
To top it off, Oaktail's life was nearing its end -- three days later, he passed away quietly by Duskfur's side. The elderly tom wished good luck to his former apprentice, smiling weakly and confessing that he had loved him like a son. Bowing his head, Duskfur closed his eyes as he watched his previous mentor rise to StarClan. He had lost two things most precious to him in a short amount of time... but StarClan fed him hope, and the memories he had shared with Oaktail and Dawnwhisker allowed him to be the best Medicine Cat he could be.
Now FloodClan's Medicine Cat, Duskfur is extremely loyal and takes his duties seriously. However, many cats are surprised to see Duskfur the way he is -- he isn't upset, depressed, or angry at his losses. He turns his sadness and anger into friendship and helpfulness, and that's why he's loved by nearly everyone in all four Clans.
Roleplay Example: A dry, breezy wind swept through the camp, lazy like everything else at the moment. It rustled the foliage, causing small ripples upon the water's surface. Prey, tired from the heat, hid underground or in the sanctuary of the heavy shade. Unless they were on hunting or border patrol, cats lay around, dozing. Even the kits were quiet and the apprentices slow in their work.
Duskfur stifled a yawn, curling his tail as he gazed around FloodClan. He lay at the entrance of his den, sighing peacefully. I hate to sound selfish, he thought leisurely, but it is a tad nice not to have to constantly worrying about a cat injuring themself. It's been a few days since the last wound. Flicking his ear, Duskfur settled his chin upon his forepaws, closing his eyes.
It had only been a minute or two before urgent sounds came from the camp's entrance. Shaking his head, Duskfur blinked sleepily, bringing himself to his paws. What is it? Patrols aren't this loud... Padding forward, Duskfur's cobalt eyes widened immediately as the border patrol returned. Their pelts were scraped with numerous wounds and they all looked exhausted. One apprentice especially looked close to StarClan -- too close for Duskfur's liking.
Voices began to rise, questions being thrown into the air. Duskfur's features were grim as he strode quickly to the patrol, accessing the worst of their wounds with a skilled eye. He'd have to clean them later, but none of the cats looked too bad... except Aspenpaw, who needed attention -- fast.
"Bring her to my den -- now!" He yowled the command to anybody nearby and cats dove in to help. Duskfur bounded towards his den, sorting through his herbs with a beating heart. Aspenpaw needed him now more than ever -- he couldn't fail her! He heard the scuffling of paws as she was brought to his den and carefully set in a nearby nest. In moments, he had everything he needed. Rushing to Aspenpaw's side, his eyes got wet fast.
We're losing her. The apprentice's breathing was extremely shallow, her eyes already closed. A large gash had been ripped from her shoulder to her hind leg, dried and fresh blood soaking her pelt. Biting his tongue, he applied cobwebs to stop the bleeding, gently rubbing the poultice he had produce onto the wounds. He ground his teeth as he felt StarClan's scent wreath around him and he shook his head furiously. No, you can't, he kept repeating, working faster. You can't take her! She has so much potential, this attack wasn't her fault! She doesn't deserve this... His paw faltered on her chest as he felt her fading heartbeat. She doesn't...
There was nothing he could do. Aspenpaw was dead.
Bowing his head in sad defeat, he heard the stifled gasps of the on-lookers outside. He knew they were aware of Aspenpaw's passing. He felt the voices of StarClan whispering to him, letting him know Aspenpaw was safe in their paws and that he couldn't have done more -- but he shut them out, too upset to listen. He couldn't save Dawnwhisker and now he had let down Aspenpaw.
How many more would slip through his paws?
>Please don't smile~
--Duskfur is on the left, Dawnwhisker on the right.
Name: Duskfur
Gender: Tom
Age: 29 moons
Clan: FloodClan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Description: Duskfur's name gives us a little hint as to his appearance. His pelt is clearly a dusky brown, almost like a mouse, though his chest and paws are a pure, snowy white. His legs are flanked with small, dark stripes, as is his tail -- ringed with faint black and lighter at the tip. His eyes are a misty, cobalt color and his nose a rosy pink.
Personality: Duskfur is that kind of cat everyone wants to be around. Not only is he extremely skilled in his practice, but he's friends with nearly everybody and he'll never forget your name or face. He loves to smile and not only that -- he has a signature smile. In this way, he's a tad charming. No, he's not a flirt, but he finds it a bit amusing when some she-cats seem to blush when his presence is near.
Duskfur is a great listener and absorbed a lot of patience from his mentor. He's sometimes a bit impatient and dislikes being disorganized or stressed, but he tries his best to keep his calm. Many of the apprentices and kits come to him for stories (and occasionally advice) all the queens say he's the gentlest thing on earth when helping them in birthing.
Duskfur isn't perfect -- he definitely has his flaws, he doesn't try to hide them -- but it doesn't hurt to say he's a great cat.
History: Duskkit was born upon a pale, blustery morning on a rarely cold day of Greenleaf, along with his sister Dawnkit. Though he was born at dawn (the inspiration for his sister's name), he was dubbed Duskkit because of the color of his pelt -- a dusky brown. Their mother, Larkspring, gave them up mere days after their birth -- she wasn't interested in being a queen. Her relationship with her mate, Falconfang, had dwindled down to almost nothing and she wanted nothing to do with her kits either. They only reminded her of him.
Duskkit and Dawnkit were taken in by another friendly queen who had only one kit in her current litter. The tom-kit, Pinekit, was only one moon older than the younger brother and sister and soon bonded a close friendship with them. Duskkit and Dawnkit were lathered with love and both flourished into bright, youthful cats.
While Dawnkit began to take a secret interest in a young apprentice, Nettlepaw, telling her crush only to her brother, Duskkit took an obvious interest to healing. He often begged to be let out of the nursery to pad around the herb-filled den, where the current Medicine Cat resided. He was an older, compassionate tom by the name of Oaktail. The tom took a liking to young Duskkit and took the time to point out a few of the herbs' names, as he was in need of an apprentice. Oaktail became the father Duskkit never had.
In time, Dawnkit was made Dawnpaw and Duskkit received the title of Medicine Cat Apprentice -- now, he was Duskpaw. Dawnpaw's love of Nettlepaw grew stronger every day and Duskpaw yearned for more knowledge. He already knew more than the average Medicine Cat Apprentice, having been taught since 4 moons old. Things were looking up for the both of them -- they had many friends, went to a few Gatherings, and had no trouble with their mentors.
However, it came for the day of the truth to be told. The queen that had fostered the siblings brought them to the side of the camp one evening, beginning by admitting how proud of them she was and how she loved them with all her heart. Then came the confession -- she wasn't their real mother, and Pinepaw wasn't their biological brother. Duskpaw took the news relatively well; he was a tad quieter than usual, but understood that his true mother probably had a good reason for leaving them. However, Dawnpaw took it hard. After recovering from her shock, anger bubbled within her and she spat at the older she-cat, hurt. She blamed her, not her biological mother, for not admitting the truth earlier and letting them live a lie. Before anyone could reply, she thrust her way into the foliage. Duskpaw bounded after his sister, trying his best to comfort her -- still, his attempts failed.
Things began to go downhill for Dawnpaw. Blinded by her frustration, she fell behind in her training and watched jealously as Pinepaw became Pineheart, Nettlepaw became Nettlenose, and her own brother became Duskfur. The friendship between her and Nettlenose grew more distant because of his warrior duties and she heavily resented this -- he was still unaware of her feelings for him. Duskfur kept trying to connect with Dawnpaw, loving her as the supportive littermate he was, but nothing seemed to work.
Finally, moons after all her friends had received their warrior names, Dawnpaw became Dawnwhisker. Though she still wasn't the same, she was happier than she had been in a long time -- now, she could finally admit her love for Nettlenose now that they were of the same status. Asking him to stay back briefly on a hunting patrol, she told him the truth. He was surprised and genuinely flattered, but he sadly answered that he couldn't return the feeling and quietly walked away.
Dawnwhisker was crushed; her whole world seemed to be. She had been adopted, humiliated by being moons behind everyone else, and rejected by her love. Blinded by her irrational thinking, she dragged herself to the river's shore, staring blankly into its depths. Duskfur, searching for herbs, saw his sister and cried a greeting to her. She hardly acknowledged his voice. Slowly looking up, her hollow eyes held regret, sadness, and gratefulness (for his attempt to bring her back to happiness). Then, before he could even say "stop", Dawnwhisker drowned herself.
Devastated by what his sister had done, Duskfur trudged back to camp with a heavy heart. Cats began to wonder where Dawnwhisker had disappeared to. A Gathering took place the next day and the other clans admitted they knew nothing about her; this confirmed her absence, and Duskfur blinked back tears as she was labeled missing. Soon, her existence faded from everyone's minds.
To top it off, Oaktail's life was nearing its end -- three days later, he passed away quietly by Duskfur's side. The elderly tom wished good luck to his former apprentice, smiling weakly and confessing that he had loved him like a son. Bowing his head, Duskfur closed his eyes as he watched his previous mentor rise to StarClan. He had lost two things most precious to him in a short amount of time... but StarClan fed him hope, and the memories he had shared with Oaktail and Dawnwhisker allowed him to be the best Medicine Cat he could be.
Now FloodClan's Medicine Cat, Duskfur is extremely loyal and takes his duties seriously. However, many cats are surprised to see Duskfur the way he is -- he isn't upset, depressed, or angry at his losses. He turns his sadness and anger into friendship and helpfulness, and that's why he's loved by nearly everyone in all four Clans.
Roleplay Example: A dry, breezy wind swept through the camp, lazy like everything else at the moment. It rustled the foliage, causing small ripples upon the water's surface. Prey, tired from the heat, hid underground or in the sanctuary of the heavy shade. Unless they were on hunting or border patrol, cats lay around, dozing. Even the kits were quiet and the apprentices slow in their work.
Duskfur stifled a yawn, curling his tail as he gazed around FloodClan. He lay at the entrance of his den, sighing peacefully. I hate to sound selfish, he thought leisurely, but it is a tad nice not to have to constantly worrying about a cat injuring themself. It's been a few days since the last wound. Flicking his ear, Duskfur settled his chin upon his forepaws, closing his eyes.
It had only been a minute or two before urgent sounds came from the camp's entrance. Shaking his head, Duskfur blinked sleepily, bringing himself to his paws. What is it? Patrols aren't this loud... Padding forward, Duskfur's cobalt eyes widened immediately as the border patrol returned. Their pelts were scraped with numerous wounds and they all looked exhausted. One apprentice especially looked close to StarClan -- too close for Duskfur's liking.
Voices began to rise, questions being thrown into the air. Duskfur's features were grim as he strode quickly to the patrol, accessing the worst of their wounds with a skilled eye. He'd have to clean them later, but none of the cats looked too bad... except Aspenpaw, who needed attention -- fast.
"Bring her to my den -- now!" He yowled the command to anybody nearby and cats dove in to help. Duskfur bounded towards his den, sorting through his herbs with a beating heart. Aspenpaw needed him now more than ever -- he couldn't fail her! He heard the scuffling of paws as she was brought to his den and carefully set in a nearby nest. In moments, he had everything he needed. Rushing to Aspenpaw's side, his eyes got wet fast.
We're losing her. The apprentice's breathing was extremely shallow, her eyes already closed. A large gash had been ripped from her shoulder to her hind leg, dried and fresh blood soaking her pelt. Biting his tongue, he applied cobwebs to stop the bleeding, gently rubbing the poultice he had produce onto the wounds. He ground his teeth as he felt StarClan's scent wreath around him and he shook his head furiously. No, you can't, he kept repeating, working faster. You can't take her! She has so much potential, this attack wasn't her fault! She doesn't deserve this... His paw faltered on her chest as he felt her fading heartbeat. She doesn't...
There was nothing he could do. Aspenpaw was dead.
Bowing his head in sad defeat, he heard the stifled gasps of the on-lookers outside. He knew they were aware of Aspenpaw's passing. He felt the voices of StarClan whispering to him, letting him know Aspenpaw was safe in their paws and that he couldn't have done more -- but he shut them out, too upset to listen. He couldn't save Dawnwhisker and now he had let down Aspenpaw.
How many more would slip through his paws?
>Please don't smile~
The history was well done as well! Good job!