Post by .Torn\\ Mirage on Jun 11, 2009 13:29:48 GMT -5
Name: Tornnose
Age: 29 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: ValeClan
Personality:
Short Description:
Age: 29 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: ValeClan
Personality:
Despite his appearence which may make him look serious, this tom is easy going and agreeable, though lacking a way with words he can often figure out how to settle disputes. Though seemingly a bit slow, this tom is wise beyond his years, but when it comes to heavy emotions he can be called dense. The one thing though that makes this better is that he is honest and straight-forward. If he has no idea what a cat is talking about, he will tell them. If someone makes him feel uncomfortable, he can turn the tables just by saying how he feels.Picture: Closest I could find
His bad habits may include this straight our nature, since he is horrible at lying. Although, one thing he can do is just avoid a subject overall. Shutting this cat up is not an option since he loves to talk, not even to here the sound of his own voice, he just loves to have a conversation about anything to lighten the mood.
He reveres StarClan as the law that can be broken when need be. It's not really a surprise, since he'd do whatever it takes to help any cat in need, his own Clan or even Clanless. The only cats he will refuse his service to are stubborn kittypets who won't ask for his help... because no forest cat really enjoys those that run back to the twolegs. He honestly despises twolegs with a burning passion, and thinks they're a scourge on earth. He may feel extremely strong about this but tries not to go overboard to voice hatred.
His 'art' means the world to him, he could never leave the position of Medicine Cat, and he hopes to stay in the position until he is old enough to become an Elder. The deepest fear of his heart is death. Although he may not come off as a coward, he is very afraid to die.
Kits are the heart of the Clan, and even when they bother him his response is usually kind. Of course, he's harder on apprentices, and then treats his warriors with more comfort than kindness. He would baby every cat who was injured if he could, but doesn't do so because that might soften them up a little too much. At least, in his opinion, you need to always keep some pride left even when you're in a weakened state.
Short Description:
A thick gray tom with a cream underbelly and amber eyes.Appearance:
His breed is that of a norwegian forest cat, thick fur and muscular, suited quite well for ValeClan. To start off, he has a bit of a 'mask' with rings around his eyes going back to his forehead, ears, down the back and to his tail. That is the surface area that is covered in gray, while he has a cream colored underbelly, chest, muzzle and legs. His pelt is overall very soft and lacking in battle wounds, although much of it is tangled and filled with burrs and twigs. The only place his thickened pelt lightens in length are on his legs and face.History:
His eyes are amber, simple as that, a brown with and orange/red tinge to them. He has his eyes set a bit wider than most cats, making him appear attentive and aware. Paranoid cats will most likely feel that he can see right through them.
His teeth are yellow, as any cats, but not very sharp. He can eat well enough with a strong, squared jaw but cannot bite and expect the blow to be lethal. His claws are almost the same story, strong and unlikely to break, but not sharp enough for a real fight. His pads and paws are also quite strong, used to long distances but still sensitive to thorns and sharp rocks.
The thing that made this tom named was his black nose. Since birth, it has been split right down the middle and suffocates a good bit of his sense of smell. However, he can still scent well enough for a cat.
He is pure blooded ValeClan, ThunderClan maybe not, but all of his ancestors were of this particular Clan. This includes his mysterious father, who all the cats said was a great ValeClan warrior, and all seemed to know who he was but never spoke his name. Was his father a traitor of the Clan? No, he wasn't in reality, but Fallrain was so broken up over his death that she would go crazy just when she heard his name. Even after her death, which was shortly before the apprenticeship of her kits, they never found out the identity of their father.Family:
Tornkit's siblings were Sprucekit and Stripekit, both she-kits taking after their mother in a tabby breed. The three were easily taken away from each other, ind of in their own solitude. His sisters liked to each be alone but Tornkit found himself often sharing company with all the cats. He loved to listen to their stories and ask questions, and this strong curiosity was what caused his path in the future. Before his apprenticeship he asked 'How do you speak with StarClan' and Hollowbark decided that the kit should learn.
At their apprentice ceramonies, he was the last one, as Sprucepaw and Stripepaw sat proudly before their new mentors, the tom was delayed and shocked. Hollowbark, the Medicine Cat, had chosen him as the next Medicine Cat apprentice. He had never shown signs before, but at this point he was quite happy with the new position. He began his training immidiately, studying hard, learning all he could as fast as he could, until his twelve moons of apprenticeship were up and he recieved his name with his sister.
One sister? Yes, Sprucemist was there, but Stripepaw was no where to be found. That is, until they entered a fight with MireClan. It turned out that Stripepaw was sent out to be a spy and caught for a hostage. Though her quick words of not knowing and apologies (she was always looking younger than she was) didn't slip by with MireClan. They killed her, right on the border, and the two Clans broke out into battle.
Even though the warrior who had killed her was injured, as a Medicine Cat, Tornnose was helping Rosestep by taking care of cats from both of their Clans. So, it was that bloody day, where very few cats died, but two of them happened to be his sisters. He saw them off to StarClan, and had his first real dream away from Mothermouth. Sprucemist was the one who began sending him messages and the one he spoke with in dreams from that point on.
Life went on as usual for Tornnose, and at his twentieth moon, Hollowbark asked his former apprentice not to try and heal his illness, and informed him he knew that it was his time to go. It was a silent agreement, and so Hollowbark slipped away peacefully and Tornnose had no regrets as he saved the lives of other cats who had come down with that same particular illness, at the end of the epidemic having found that he used up every last leaf on a kit.
This put Tornnose where he is now, a Clan medicine cat with a kind heart and pure loyalty.
Mother: Fallrain [deceased]RP Example:
Father: Unknown
Sprucemist: [deceased]
Stripepaw: [deceased]
Too lazy to type a new one...Other:
Click it. You can guess which one I am.
I want a forbidden love, and maybe a kit or two... <3 In Clan though.
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