See my {Mask} of //Ivory//

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Name: Ivorymask
Age: 20 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: FlurryClan
Personality:

Serious and stubborn down to his very whiskers, Ivorymask is incredibly immovable in his opinions, though he doesn't often try to press them on other cats; in fact, he sometimes will refuse to give his opinion so that other cats will form their own. He is a big believer in every cat finding their own view on a matter (although he will rarely be moved by anyone else's opinions). Only if it is very necessary will he voice his own opinion.

There is little playfulness or rashness within this young medicine cat. He is routine and solemn, and when treating patients he is firm and shows little sympathy (although inwardly he may feel bad for the poor sick/injured cat). He is perfectly fine with treating cats from other Clans, although he is especially firm and emotionless with them. Rarely will you find Ivorymask leaping after a stray leaf or watching kits play...for normally he keeps up a professional demeanor. However, during those rare times when he does allow his responsibilities to rest, he can be quite the playful devil.

Most of Ivorymask's time is spent out in FlurryClan's territory, finding and studying herbs. Sometimes he will disappear early in the morning and not reappear until moonhigh, and yet somehow he always seems to be there when a cat is injured...as if he had a sixth sense for hurt or sickly cats. When it comes to delivering messages from StarClan, Ivorymask is solid, and will repeat the prophecy/words as well as he can remember them. He will always have a very firm opinion on the matter, but he will not speak it until pressed, in favor of hearing the opinions of the leader and deputy.

Many cats view Ivorymask's solemn, serious demeanor as being pride, and that may be so. When challenged, he speaks with a slightly haughty, very authoritative air that perhaps he does not deserve. Normally, however, this is simply Ivorymask's way of staying in control.

Picture:
Short Description:

Serious, lanky white tomcat with one eye of ice blue and one of moss green.

Appearance:

Long-legged and lanky, Ivorymask might have made a great rabbit-hunter if he has continued training as a warrior...and is still pretty good at catching that particular prey. He is rather thin and lean (although he does eat quite a bit), and from afar can be viewed as a scrawny, long-legged apprentice. His coat is short but thick, whiter than fresh snow in leafbare, and always well kept, while his tail is long and well-groomed. Most cats believe he is completely white, and few know of the few, light speckles of tawny brown that mark his underbelly, or the small patch of brown right beneath his chin.

As I said, from a distance, some cats will see a scrawny, lanky, and very unintimidating cat. It is true that Ivorymask is not a fighter, although he will try to fight if the need arises. However, there is an air about him that can warn any cat away. His eyes are two different colors. One is a clear ice blue, while the other is a soft moss green. Ivorymask's gaze is rarely one of gentleness or friendliness, and he can pack a surprising amount of authority, disapproval, and warning into his eyes and voice. In this way, he is quite a formidable cat to face off with.

History:

Ivorymask was not born in FlurryClan. In fact, he comes originally from MireClan. His mother was a MireClan warrior, while his father was a cat of FlurryClan. He lived for a few weeks in MireClan with his sister Shadekit, until one day his father snuck into MireClan camp and stole him and Shadekit away, washing the MireClan scent off them and bringing them back to FlurryClan and saying that he had found them on the slopes, abandoned. A day later, their mother was killed by a fox, and all of MireClan assumed her kit had died with her.

So Ivorykit and Shadekit were brought up in FlurryClan. Ivorykit began training as a regular apprentice, but something about battle felt wrong to him...and he often walked with StarClan in his dreams. Therefore, at 8 moons old, he asked to become the medicine cat apprentice, and it was granted.

His mentor was an old geezer named Harepelt. Harepelt was rather lazy and quite a bit lax when it came to training Ivorypaw. He was old, his eyesight was failing, and he couldn't move around well. As a result, Ivorypaw was forced to seek guidance from the other medicine cats at the Medicine Cat meetings, and to go into the territory and discover herbs for himself. He was ill-prepared when Harepelt was wandering in the territory and got attacked by rats. Ivorypaw had not learned what to do for that, and Harepelt was far too feverish to tell him. Ivorypaw's lack of knowledge meant that Harepelt died only days later. Ivorypaw could do nothing...and that scared him to death.

Harepelt died when Ivorypaw was 14 moons old. He hadn't even received his medicine cat name yet. His leader dubbed him Ivorymask, and he was forced to bear the burden of medicine cat at a very young age. This is what made him so serious and firm...he didn't have a choice. He couldn't play around when he had so much to learn...to teach himself, and to be taught by other medicine cats. As a result, he has missed most of his fun-loving, young moons, even though he is still in them. He refuses to let another cat die because of his own "incompetence" and "lack of knowledge".

Family:

Father is Frozenclaw of FlurryClan, and Shadewing is his sister

RP Example:

Weary and bloody, the group of warriors came padding slowly into the den, tails low with exhaustion but heads high in triumph. Any cat could see they had won the battle...but it had not been an easy one. Multiple wounds scarred each weary body, and no cat was left unscathed.

"Make way," a large tomcat, blood dripping form his shoulder, growled as the rest of the Clan rushed forward to welcome their home. "There is worse." and there was worse. From behind the tom came two other warriors, both injured, but not nearly so much as the blood-soaked young cat they supported between them. The young cat padded a few paces into the camp before he could go no further, and collapsed in a heap on the ground, and the other cats crowded around him.

"Stand aside," a firm voice growled from behind, and a lanky white tomcat shouldered his way through the crowd and to the injured warrior. Spinning around, he fixed the others with an authoritative stare that said "get back now." The rest of the warriors backed away, and Ivorymask set to work. "I've got you. You'll be fine."

Other:

Nothing that is suitable for all the Clans to know about ^.^

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