Post by Alias on Jun 14, 2009 12:34:35 GMT -5
Name: Skypaw
Age: 6-moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: ValeClan
Personality:
Short Description:
Age: 6-moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: ValeClan
Personality:
Detached is the best word to describe him. Skypaw is not a cat of many words or emotion, although he has an iron-will. He is stubborn. It doesn't seem like he's capable of much expression. He maintains a very cold disposition, as though he does not care much for anything in particular. As a result, he keeps to himself, preferring to be left alone in most cases. When he does interact with the other cats of the group, Skypaw is not one to gossip or yell. Only a comment or two there, most emotions are hidden beneath the cold gaze of his eyes. Despite this, he is somewhat a rebel, and isn't one to follow the rules, stubborn. Sometimes he regrets being a medicine cat and even thinks about sneaking out of camp at night to practice fighting and stalking and such. To him, a cat had to be well-rounded in any area.Picture:
It takes a lot to drag him out of his emotionless attitude. When angered, his words can be sharp and cutting. Skypaw is blunt, and always cuts to the point. Sometimes he may seem cold hearted, but silence is his nature. Secrecy is also a major component of his personality. Never has this cat been the touchy-feely type. Instead, he keeps almost everything bottled up in him. He stumbles over having to express any real sincerity or feeling, since he doesn't do it often.
Skypaw also prefers nighttime to morning. As a result, he doesn't sleep all that much, able to sustain himself with just a bit of sleep. In the cover of night, he blends into the shadows, all but his eyes showing. With his calm demeanor, it makes it seem as though sometimes he is just a shadow. He hates it when cats die in his paws, and blames himself for not being good enough. However, he is not very trusting, and can seem suspicious of things, including StarClan at times. He has excellent memory and unusually keen senses. This makes him a very light sleeper, but a sharp observer.
Part of him believes strongly in StarClan, but the other half thinks that they're just regular spirits of any other clan cat. After all, how could death bring extra power? As a result, sometimes Skypaw has doubts about what StarClan says, so he overlooks or misjudges them from time to time. When he receives any prophetic dreams or signs, he'll usually pass it on, sometimes conveniently leaving a bit out.
With his patients, he never bothers to butter it up to make it seem a bit less bad. Skypaw doesn't change this with any cat: warriors, kit, apprentice, outsider. As long as the other cat understood their problem, knew what to avoid to help speed up the healing, and healed right, then he was okay. A little pain never hurt anyone too much, and making something seem less severe only made it sound less severe--it didn't actually do anything to help. So, Skypaw is not the most patient, comforting, or understanding healer you would meet. Sometimes he can even be rather hasty with things.
Skypaw does not like accepting outside help, partly because he's angry if he can't do this himself. Another reason is that he can be somewhat overconfident--even though he never talks much, the bit of smugness is hidden--and is paranoid another cat would do it as well.
Short Description:
small tom with pale ivory fur, ice blue eyes, and long tailAppearance:
His fur is an incredibly light shade of either a yellowish silver or ivory. Which ever it may be, it is almost white. One must look closely to see that it is not pure white. There are also some light, pale markings on his face, tail, legs, and back. They are a slightly darker shade of his main pelt color.History:
He is a tiny cat compared to any one his age or even a moon younger. He has a slim and wiry frame, flexible and stealthy. His tail is also abnormally long. His ears point upwards, and are less slanted than most. Skypaw's eyes are an electric bl. A long scar goes across his left eye, a vertical line going through it.
Born a half-clan cat, he hadn't even known his father had been a clan cat until later in his life. Whitefur, his father, had been a fierce and loyal warrior of ValeClan, and never thought of leaving the clan...until one day a loner she-cat accidentally wandered into their territory.Family:
He'd been hunting alone at the time. After confronting her and talking for a moment, it became clear that they complemented each other perfectly. Whitefur and the loner departed their separate ways, but Whitefur often met her in secret. When he'd learned she was having kits, the warrior decided that he would leave ValeClan.
Thus, Skykit was born--back then known as Sky--as well as a brother named Ice. Since Sky was a runt and much smaller than Ice, his littermate often took advantage of this. Much of the bullying and 'rough housing' was done while their parents were busy and didn't notice. As a result, Sky grew to obtain the personality he had today.
A few moons slipped by, and during them the family lived in the Twoleg place, scavenging for food. Whitefur taught the two kits battle moves and stalking techniques, and sometimes entertained them with tales of clan life. During all this, Sky received dreams that often came true, which-though he didn't know it at the time-came from StarClan.
Then leaf bare came. The Twoleg place offered very little food and warm shelter, so it wasn't long before they caught white cough. The days grew colder, and they soon had green cough. Ice was killed by the sickness, then Snow(mother). Whitefur grieved for his loss, but Sky still showed very little expression.
One day, as Whitefur lay weak and ill, he instructed Sky to seek the clan he'd told them about--ValeClan. His father promised that once there, they would take him in and care for him. Sky stayed with Whitefur until he'd died before departing. On ValeClan territory, a patrol found him. One cat saw how Sky looked almost identical to Whitefur's, and decided to take him back to camp.
The medicine cat cured him of greencough with catmint. During his stay in the medicine cat den, Skykit often muttered in his feverish sleep about starry cats. Queens took turns taking care of Skykit afterwards, but most of the time Skykit lurked around the nursery, watching as the medicine cat healed and cured the cats of the clan. By now he knew that his prophetic dreams came from StarClan, and knew it was his destiny.
Whitefur--father--formerly of ValeClan--killed by greencoughRP Example:
Snow--mother--loner--killed by greencough
Ice--brother--loner--killed by greencough
As the sun sank slowly into the trees, shadows lengthened, and the little warmth it offered faded. It had been a long day, dragging on indefinitely. How many days had passed since he himself had been cured of green cough. Three? Two? One? Several more cats had began expressing the usual symptoms of the illness, and though the young cat wasn't a medicine cat, he'd helped Tornnose with the herbs and checking all the cats. It seemed that already he was being accepted into the clan--maybe it was because they were all too highstrung already, what with keeping the fresh-kill pile high, patrolling the borders, and the increasingly cold days.Other:
A small, ivory-furred cat slipped into the medicine cat den, letting the mingled scents of herbs wash over him and soothe his exhausted self. In the time Skykit had spent there, they had grown quickly familiar. He padded toward the back, where the mossy nests were. The tom was to sleep here until he received the all-clear to move to the nursery, where the queens would take turns caring for and watching him--it seemed ages ago when he still lived in the Twoleg place with his family, scavenging for decent food and shelter. Skykit laid down in one of them, wrapping his tail over his paws and muzzle. In seconds, he was asleep.
Skykit found himself standing in forest clearing, a crystalline lake stretching into the distance on one side, and lush plant life sprouting up on the other. The air felt warm, like that of greenleaf, and carried the appealing scents of various prey. Above head, the sky was cloudless, revealing countless pinpoints of light. There seemed to be more stars than he'd ever seen when awake. Skykit tore icy gaze away from the stars, looking around once more. With a jolt, he realized that the surface of the lake was shimmering with the shapes of cats.
Hesitating, the small cat padded toward the edge, peering down. Their eyes glowed like moons, and frost glittered in their fur and at their paws. Mesmerized by the mystical figures, it came as a shock when one rose out of the water and began to walk towards him. Skykit bit back a cry of shock as a familiar scent reached him. It was Whitefur, his father, though what the white tom was doing here the kit could hardly imagine.
"Greetings, Skykit, I am your father," Whitefur meowed, though this wasn't the same gaunt cat who'd been weakened by sickness. No, he had been restored to his former glory, youthful and strong.
"Father?" Skykit echoed, losing his usual emotionless demeanor. "What are you doing here? Where are we?"
"I belong here now." The answer came as an almost inaudible whisper. "This is StarClan's forest. When a cat dies, their spirit comes here, and we watch the world from above."
"I'm dead?" The tiny cat's blue eyes were wide, though it was more wondering than fearful now.
"No." Whitefur shook his head. "StarClan has always been watching you, even before you went to ValeClan. I know now that you were always meant to live in the Clan I left. You've been receiving many dreams that came true, yes?"
He nodded, feeling a faint flicker of guilt for never telling him.
"StarClan sent them. You are destined for the path of a medicine cat, to share dreams and knowledge with StarClan and use it to help your Clan. When your 6th moon arrives, remember that." Whitefur paused, amber eyes soft. "I know you were never very close to Snow and I, but I will always be watching you. Now, wake up."
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