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Post by fawncloud on Jan 19, 2009 1:15:07 GMT -5
Name: Fawncloud
Rank: Medicine Cat
Clan: IceClan
Age: 22 moons old
Personality:
Fawncloud is sweet and soft-spoken and easily liked. When other cats panic and flee, she stands tall, calm, and collected. Many would describe her as wise, though she thinks of herself as lucky. She is always prepared for anything, and is quick to come up with resolutions to either her leader, or clan’s problems.
Many think she would make a great warrior, but few dare to mention, though she would never hurt a fly. She would never deny a cat help, and always trys her hardest to heal a cat in need. She is easily a pretty she-cat, but is loyal to the warrior code and says herself that the life of a queen is not for her.
Appearance:
Fawncloud is a light brown Bengal she-cat with a strangely spotted coat. Her eyes are a warm amber that always seemed wise even from an early age, and many find guidance in their creamy depths. She has a long speckled tail that ends in a white tip, and her paws are white too. Her coat is always glossy and the white spots are always glowing white.
Though she has never been in battle she bears a thin scar along the right side of her neck from when she threw herself between a helpless queen and her newborn kits and a fox that had broken into the camp. It is barely visible, but the emotional scar it left on her is evident, and frequently you can spot her drawing her tongue compulsively over the ridge, or hear her cries as she wakes from dreams of the day. Though the scar is invisible, it torments her endlessly.
History:
From the moment Fawncloud was born everyone knew she was special. Out of a litter of five kits she and her brother were the only two to survive. Though her mother Gorsefoot, her father Brackenclaw, and her brother Riverkit grieved endlessly for the death of her siblings, Fawnkit merely said it was the will of StarClan.
Growing up, she showed great skill in the way of fighting, along with her brother Riverpaw. They were easily the best fighting apprentices, though they were definitely the youngest. Everyone knew of their great skill, and no one doubted they would become great additions to the dwindling clan warriors.
That’s why when they were ambushed by a group of rouge cats, the clan was surprised by how helpless they seemed. Though the two young apprentices fought valiantly, only Fawnpaw made it out alive to tell the tale. Her brother was badly wounded and begged her to help him, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t help him as their medicine cat did so easily. No amount of cobwebs would stop the bleeding from her throat, and he passed away in a matter of minutes.
Fawnpaw, devastated by her brother’s passing, vowed never to fight again as she didn’t want to ever cause another cat this much pain if a battle went bad, and she vowed to do her best to learn how to heal instead of kill.
She convinced Gladesong (the medicine cat) to take her on as her apprentice, and knew at once that this was her true calling. She picked up the skills quickly, even more quickly than she had fighting techniques, and earned her true name within 7 moons of training. Only 2 moons later her mentor died and she became the true medicine cat. She continues to beguile her clan with her exceptional skills as IceClan’s medicine cat.
Role play Sample:
Fawnkit stared blankly at the three dead kits before her. She knew they were her siblings; both by smell and sight, and knew that they had died only minutes before of an unknown cause.
“Why did you do this to me, StarClan?” she heard her mother, Gorsefoot, cry. She glanced over to see her mother’s speckled head bent with her nose pressed into her dead brother’s gray pelt. The tom-kit was unsettlingly still, though she didn’t let it bother her; death was natural.
“Why did you take my kits from me, StarClan? What have I ever done to deserve this?”
Fawnkit glanced down at her paws as her father laid his tail over her mate’s shoulder.
“StarClan have their reasons, my love. Don’t despair.”
Fawnkit stared down at her sister’s face; now stiff and lifeless. Her mouth gaped open; the beginning of another plea for help that would never be spoken, and her eyes gazed unseeingly back at Fawnkit. The once bright blue eyes were now deep, empty oceans that made Fawnkit shudder.
Dear Icekit, Fawnkit thought, If only we could trade places, and you could be the one looking into my empty eyes. You don’t deserve to have met this fate at such an early age. Others may say otherwise, but I know I will never amount to anything; at least you could have helped your clan. No doubt you would have made it a better place.
“Stop this,” she could almost hear her sister whisper back to her, “You are someone. Even if you never end up becoming clan leader, or save a cat from an unnecessary death, you will always be my sister. And that is something!”
Fawnkit bowed her head and pressed her nose into Icekit’s cold fur. “Thank you,” she whispered, and then she straightened up.
Raising her head to the stars, she let her eyes wander across Siverpelt. Their bright, glowing orbs seemed to whisper to Fawnkit the answers to every question she would ever need to ask. But a soft voice interrupted her thinking.
“What do you see?”
It was Gladesong, the clan medicine cat. The elegant she-cat was sitting beside her, her tail wrapped around her paws, her eyes on the three kits in the center of the clearing. Her eyes were full of sorrow. All around them, cats were creeping out of their dens, coming to pay their respects to the tiny kits. Many had turned their attention to the two she-cats talking.
“Why couldn’t I save them?” though she looked at her, Fawnkit knew the medicine cat was asking herself the question. The stars seemed to press down farther down against her, and she suddenly knew the words to free the poor cat from the torment of losing three kits.
Her eyes glowed with a faint fire, and in their depths stars seemed to dance. She rested her gaze on her mother, then swept it around the assembled cats.
“Sometimes StarClan doesn’t tell everything. Sometimes they don’t decide our destinies. Sometimes they just point us in the right direction.”
Silence swept over the cats, and she raised her eyes to the stars once more. “Sometimes we don’t see our true path until we take the first step.”
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