Post by birb on Mar 5, 2015 23:44:49 GMT
ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Dustpaw
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male
ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Asexual Demiromantic
ᴀɢᴇ: 8 Moons
ʀᴀɴᴋ: Apprentice
ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Dustpaw was born into the clan along with his brothers Mousepaw and Nightpaw. He spent a lot of his time listening to stories in the elders den or watching Dawnfeather work or asking her questions. He wasn’t as interested in play-fighting with his siblings and denmates. When he was announced to be the medicine cat apprentice he was overly-excited and eager to learn to help his clan.
ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ: Dawnfeather
ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ(s): N/A
ᴄʀᴜsʜ: N/A
ᴍᴀᴛᴇ: N/A
ᴋɪᴛs: N/A
ᴋɪɴ: Mousepaw and Nightpaw
ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
[ Gentle | Kind | Doubtful | Curious | Assertive | Self Conscious]
[ Gentle + Kind ]
Dustpaw has always been a gentle character, he did not like rough housing with his other siblings and denmates as a kit. He speaks with a calm voice and is always listening if someone needs an ear to speak to. He likes to sneak honey into some bitter herbs when cats need to eat them to be well again.
[ Doubful + Curious ]
“Why can’t medicine cats have mates?” “How come it’s harmful to have a mate if we just don’t have kits with them?” “Why do we ask Starclan for advice?” “Why do we choose to live as different clans?” “Why does a leader get nine lives and not a medicine cat” “ How come- why- Where-“ This cat never runs out of questions. He prefers to think for himself rather than follow blindly in others footsteps. He has many questions as to why Starclan is as highly revered as it is to the clans. He believes in them of course and converses with them just as any other medicine cat apprentice does. But they are just dead cats. Despite past experiences, what else can they actually help with? Dustpaw also knows no fear for the unknown, he loves to explore and learn about new things (stories, gossip, lore, previous prophecies, and medicines).
[ Assertive ]
Unlike his mentor, Dustpaw is not afraid to throw in his opinion when there is a problem to be solved. He refuses to be put down or bullied/pressured into submission and shares his views boldly. This may come across as ignorant at times and is hard to shut him up when he’s passionate about certain subjects.
[ Self-Concious ]
He is very uncertain he will be a good medicine cat, and is also very wary about how the clan views him. He hopes that his behavior does not come across as weak or disrespectful and sometimes wonders if it would have been better to be a warrior apprentice due to his doubts about Starclan and the warrior code.
ʟɪᴋᴇs: The comfortable quiet in the morning before the clan starts to stir, he enjoys the taste of mice. He likes being useful, no matter the situation. He likes to explore and to learn new things. Dustpaw likes to have time for himself to think or to relax if it is possible. His favorite feeling is when the first frosts of leaf-fall start.
ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs Being ignored, being scolded, not being treated as an equal, being treated like a kit, he hates being talked down to. He hates the feeling of herbs getting stuck between his teeth.
ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
sʜᴏʀᴛ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: A small but lean brown cat with large sea-green eyes.
ʟᴏɴɢ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: A small but lean brown cat with large sea-green eyes. His fur is coarse on the topcoat and his tail has noticeably longer fur making it ‘poof’ out.
His ears are thin and usually pointed up with alertness. His nose is black and has small paws.
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ: Lean and small
ғᴜʀ: Thick medium length fur, it’s kind of rough and coarse with debris on the surface but under that layer is soft fur.
ᴇʏᴇs: Sea-Green
ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ sᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ
Lia was not taking the sudden time travel easily, the young apprentice holding her waist with one hand and holding her free hand to her mouth to bite her fingernails out of pure anxiety. The twisting feeling in her gut was pressing down and making her want to vomit all over the polished stone floor. It took all her strength not to crumble under the pressure. "No, no this is no good. We need to get back. Right now. Felix… Not only does this give the enemy an advantage b-but my companions... Damien... the advisors... my clan. Uhg this is a huge mess." she muttered worriedly as a mother would over a lost child. Her heart was still thumping wildly from the unexpected traveling while the other mages attempted to explain the situation and calm her down from what was happening. If they thought that she could just sit there and listen after that horrifying experience. They were totally wrong.
“This is you’re fault!” she snapped, using her panicked emotions as a fuel to bark at him instead of sniveling.
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idk mate re-purposing Shrew of course, under a different name, also have to think of that.
