Nekii
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Post by Nekii on Aug 6, 2010 18:32:13 GMT -8
Name:
Mallowleaf
Age:
Four years, two moons.
Clan:
CloudClan
Rank:
Medicine Cat
Gender:
Female
Picture:
clicky here
Quick Appearence:
A prominently white calico she-cat with white wings tipped with ginger.
Appearence:
Age weighing in at roughly four years old, you might realize she isn't exactly that pretty young she-cat who walks your way with a smile and a slight purr. But, still being a years away from the elder's den, she still looks like the fully grown young female from the beginning of her duties. Even if she started and --is hoping to; end as a medicine cat, her claws always were locked away in big paws. It makes those from other clans wonder where exactly her heart laid. After all, why would her ancestors gift her such claws unless she was to need them? But her bright, intelligent green eyes seem to be enough to reassure her clan of her intentions.
Her fur, not to long to be matted much, is a bit long. As a result, it makes the white hairs look tangled together. But it's just a bit curly, an odd trait that most cats would find merely the trait of a kittypet lineage. But she can reassure you really quick that she is no kittypet. With muscles that are intimidating to younger warriors, it is easy to tell that she gets in her fill of running, even in the position of what some call, 'the feeble medicine cat'. It was not a title she wanted, so she made it an unfitting one. But she still is a bit thin, because no matter how much her clanmates may mock or befriend her, she thinks they deserve to eat before her own paws touch the prey.
It's a wonder that a cat with such features is only a medicine cat, but it was mostly her choice. She was a very compassionate student, to say the least. A little nose wheat nose lines her face, a cute feature that her friends would comment on. 'Wheatnose' they would say. But with long whiskers, tail, and ears, she isn't that little and cute anymore. It's easy to tell that overall, she is a rather big cat with a varying coat. At the start of her face, under her eyes, is white that goes all the way down her chest and doesn't stop until it reaches her tail, meaning all of her feet are also like white socks. That is, with the exception of her left back foot, which is ginger and black. But her right back foot has a little ginger here and there too, so it's not horribly uncommon.
Over her eyes seem to be a tabby black mask, covering her eyes. When that ends, ginger follows right behind. It necessarily just goes down her neck until fading back into a white. On her back, black and ginger mix and churn, and create almost a shell. On the back of her back, gray mixes in to make the tail, a rather long a ragged one to follow her strong body. Be warned, this is the only ragged part of her, and she'll make sure you know.
Personality:
For the most part, she is a loud and proud cat. She won't let anyone get in her way. Despite her virtuous name, of course, which came before her friendly and nice attitude went out the window. Because of some bad experiences, she can be generally pessimistic about small things. But when it comes to the faith of cats in their ancestors, or the worth of their life, she was taught into being optimistic until the very end. Even though she isn't a warrior, she is fairly okay in hunting. This was because she was a warrior's apprentice before the apprentice of a medicine cat. But the reason she isn't good at it is that she has a frequent cough, which she thinks is a form of asthma. While whether it is or not is not seen, it really impales her ability to be stealthy. But one on one fighting, however, she is good at.
She is definitely not afraid of the blood of her flying companions. Although there are very few who are, she'll look at you strange if you do. She'll mutter something along the lines of, "You are a warrior, starless dang it, and I am not having any sissy warriors in my medicine den!" But really, the thing she asks of the warriors coming in each day is to be ambitious. She thinks that sense she was a medicine cat, she can't be ambitious. But she tries to be in everything she does, to the point she doesn't quiet know the meaning of the word. As high strung as she may seem with all this talk, she really can be easy-going to those she feels comfortable getting close to. But you might not realize, this is a limited window of cats. Her best friend at the moment seems to be the air around her. For good reasons, mind you.
She seems to have her preferences, like every other cat. Take, for example, that she likes the morning over the night. The sun on her fur is a very fun idea, and she definitely is the early bird. Take her wings on a whirl and fly, of course. Mallowleaf also seems to like the green-leaf more then anything, but with all the prey running around, what cat wouldn't? All the sun, though, kind of gets into her eyes. But really, Mallowleaf is just a klutz in nature. She used to try being strategical, but she ended up just going with what was best rather then put an incorrect input in. So she has gotten used to taking orders, and seems to not have much to much problem. That is, as long as it's from actual authority. If you aren't, you better not give her orders. But really, she isn't the brightest cat around, but she is street smart. The ginger wing-tipped calico knows her way around.
History:
When Palesky and Thrushfrost met, they weren't exactly a match made in the stars. They weren't meant for each other, but through their tough times, they created a love for the other that even their ancestors acknowledged, and when their last grudge worked out, the stars weaved their fates together as they became mates. Thrushfrost, the naive but strong ginger tom, was only estatic that his mate was to have his offspring, and almost went to the stars himself upon hearing that Palesky had made the move from the warrior's den to the queen's den. However, Palesky was silently upset. She honestly never wanted kits, but it made Thrushfrost happy, so she carried on in the decision.
The birth was a fabulous one. Half the clan was there to witness the birth of Nettle, Bracken, and Ivy. Thrushfrost had insisted the names of their young be after the many plants in the territory, and he insisted their fabulous pelts could only reflect their shining personality. Nettle was a the smallest, but no runt. She was feisty and strong for a kit, and for her sharp ways was named for the sharp leaves. Bracken was a bit of a lazy kit, but he naturally went with his sisters and was never rude to his new blood bonds. For his laid back nature, he was named for the natural leaves. But before Ivy was actually named, Palesky cried out in pain. A fourth kit was born, a small one with a bit of a cough, even though it was just out of the womb.
"This... sick, runt. Palesky, we can't keep it. It wouldn't be...humane," he shuddered, and she shuddered in digust. "It's our kit, Thrushfrost! Name her, like your other proud kits!" she demanded. He would not deny the love of his life her wish, so he named the failing kit against better judgement. With a cough, he started, "Alright, this will be Mallow. As delicate as the small flower itself, and never to last." She looked at him, still unsatisfied, but he continued naming his last kit. During kithood, it seemed that it wasn't the small Mallowkit who didn't survive. Ivykit, the last to be named, and Nettlekit caught greencough when venturing off on her own and died quickly. It was a sad day for all the clans, and at the gathering the leader asked that all clans pray for the kits that were left.
When the two kits were named to apprentices, they were both claimed warriors. Mallowpaw still had her cough, but Brackenpaw always tried to help. "No, I'm okay. Thank you...- though, Brackenpaw!" she said honestly, but he just laughed. "I'm your brother, okay? No need to address me so formally." About her seventh moon, she saw a ginger animal in the corner of her eye. Ginger animal? She attacked it quick, but only ended up like a dog chasing it's tail. "I have wings too?" she asked, surprised. He laughed, "All of our warriors have wings. Haven't you noticed them before? Maybe you could try flying with me in a moon or two," he sleepily replied, not leaving much room to reply.
Terncall, the medicine cat at the time, walked out of her den and Mallowpaw looked in awe. "White wings! Amazing! But.. I don't see white anywhere on his pelt! Who is he?"
He explained what that he was the medicine cat, what medicine cat did, and why he had those wings. It made her a bit sad, because she wanted white wings too, but time went by. After three moons, her wings fluttered much more and were more active, and she could get a bit farther then he brother into the air. But when hunting one day, she found a thrush that was just in range. But when her mentor saw her, he didn't stop her. She was yet to catch anything with all her coughing, this was her chance. But she refused. "They have wings like us!" she shouted, and the bird flew off. He sighed, and the hunting session was over. That night, Terncall dreamed of this dream, and was told it was a sign that she was to be the apprentice of medicine instead of a warrior. So she went under Terncall's wing.
When the time came, she gained the wing's of an angel. Wings she would truly appreciate. On her first flight out, though, her brother seemed to laugh. "Why would you become a medicine cat? Those sissy white wings," he mocked. "Oh please, what would you know? You don't have a bond with StarClan!" she hissed, but he just rolled his eyes. "Mouse-brain! There is no such thing as StarClan!" he suddenly roared, the first time he actually thought the words. "Yeah, yeah.. none those connections? Just dreams! If you can't see that, then I'll just leave these clans to DIE!" he added, and with a gasp his wings began to droop. She hissed, telling him that he should if he felt that way. Brackenfrost, had taken the suffix of his father, left the clans. Near the territory, many feathers that were the color of his wings were found. It was true, his wings had slowly left him.
From this point on, she grew close to nobody. She loved each of her clanmates, but not as brothers and sisters. As a teacher and a student. She could no longer watch another of her beloved lose their wings.
Role-play Example:
Lionstar watched as the leaf crossed it's path, trying so hard to float away much higher. It was a sad event that the attempt at a free path was crushed as the wind lost it's breeze and the delicate leaf hit the ground ever so slowly. An attempt at freedom, daftly crushed. Why was he focusing on such a minor upset? It did not effect him. Yet he found that even these things found a place in his mind. The fleeting importance of everything else was simply filler, it seemed. He watched as Dovestar found his true intention was not of harm, and her harsh gaze was not as hurtful. He'd been alive for awhile, when he became leader it was announced at the same time that an apprentice was doing well, her name's prefix was after the lovely Dove.
He was slightly worried. Even if it seemed as if there was a slight pick-up in their supply, he was trying to lift her spirit with his comments. He did, however, truly believe she was reaching the blossoming point in her life. As strong as an ox, it seemed. Instead of seeming intimidating, his hope lifted. If he was still younger, he might have frowned, but he knew that when one leader was as strong as she, it was only a benefit to all of the clans. Even if she did not see it, he saw StarClan's wish for her well-being all around her. "Yes, that is why. But if it was just for telling you that he is my new deputy, then I would have waited for the gathering," he started, figuring she already guessed what his intention was.
Heavyfoot was his first deputy, and he seemed like the perfect leader. Heavystar even sounded fit, but it seemed that his sudden outbreak of greencough was against the poor tom. His second deputy, Minnowclaw, was a very good choice also. She was such a beautiful young she-cat, soft and gentle but fierce to any outsiders. The truth behind this deputy seemed to be that she reminded him of Dovestar, alike in many ways. But it seemed that she was not to last either, giving her last dying breath to her clan, too. "Well, Minnowclaw died the death of a true warrior. It was something she truly wanted since she was young," he sighed. No matter what circumstance, losing a cat was never easy for any clan leader to face.
But Lionstar had almost faced the same fate as his first deputy when he was young, but catmint was found just in time. It was a sad fate that Heavyfoot had faced, and it was a depressing event. He had truly thought that he would make it. But at the face of death, he told his leader something important. "I.. think I am going to visit my mom, Lionstar. I am sorry I couldn't have been of...more use. But, the stars...are sorry for leaving us," he had moaned. He watched silently as Dovestar called out his deputy, truthful and to the point as always. He felt as if he was addressing his old deputy when looking at her, and it brought up a happy time rather then a sad one.
"Which is why I am here, Dovestar. I believe that he does not believe in himself more then his clan, which is a troublesome ideal. Since I don't think my judgment would be as good as yours in such a department, I have come to wish for your watchful eye over him. I only hope you do not mind me coming to ask you such a tedious question, but it is something that I only can entrust you to do, my friend," he said boldly, trusting her judgment more then his own. He gave her a wink, sensing his deputy was a bit uneasy. "I am not entirely sure he thinks I chose him for his ability, and not for the fact that Twilightstar is a pretty nifty name."
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Post by |l-eternity-l| on Aug 6, 2010 20:38:59 GMT -8
"Not to long after apprentice induction, the new apprentices started to feel light nubs on their backs. "Bright...- wing, what is on my back? Can you get it for me?" asked the sweet young apprentice, but her mentor just laughed and explained that they were wings, the sweet gift of StarClan's design. "
Wings at 6 moons are just strong enough for them to fly, not nubs any longer ^^ Click here for Wing Information
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