Post by keilight on Aug 24, 2008 14:56:18 GMT -8
N a m e: Timberdust
G e n d e r: Tom
A g e: 39 Moons when he died.
C l a n: StarClan
R a n k: Medicine Cat
I m a g e: hshv.convio.net/images/content/pagebuilder/10488.jpg
F a m i l y: Unknown
M a t e: Forbidden
K i t s: Err...
C o m p a n i o n . I m a g e: None
C o m p a n i o n: None
Er... Yeah.
Q u i c k . P h y s i c a l:
His dark, fuzzy pelt was always a hassle to tame, though his body is really quite small. He has kind, yellow eyes.
F u l l . P h y s i c a l:
(His face is nice, dark, damp bark kind of brown. His yellow eyes stand out, and look rather large on his small face. His dark fur has various lighter-brown streaks. His whiskers are long, and his tail is long also. He has a kind, soft, sweet voice. His fluffy pelt has a sweet scent coating it through and through. He always added honey or something sweet to the poultice to make the cats appreciate it better.
His tail would always be dusty and dirty, occasionally muddy. He liked to look clean, though. His paws looked as though he'd stepped in a very dark colored mud, and didn't match his pelt, and he has dark claws. His brown pelt has somewhat a tint of gray, if you look closely.
P e r s o n a l i t y:
This Medicine Cat always thought of two things in the morning, "Is the Clan okay?" and "Why couldn't I save her?" He had dreams every night of his mother. After the traumatizing mornings, his spirits would raise, and he'd be joyful and optimistic like usual, but there was that glint of pain in his eyes. He thinks of the patients first, and then himself. He would deprive himself of food whenever a patient died, and he was sure it was his fault. He never really grew past the size of an apprentice, and that was due to his prey-deprivation. When he was young, he was curious and would ask any questions that came to mind. But after his mother died, his curiosity died down. He would be sullen, when he was alone, but when with others, it was his role to smile and say, "It'll be fine." His motto was, "A Medicine Cat can only cry, when it's all over."
H i s t o r y:
From the day he was born, his body was getting more frail. His mother kept him surviving, but he couldn't do the same. She caught some unknown disease, and he couldn't keep her. She slipped away, bringing tears to Timberdust's eyes every morning. He was but an apprentice then, and tried to quit, but his mentor wouldn't let him. He feels anger and resentment for ever wanting to quit.
O v e r a l l:
Timberdust has a puffy brown pelt that covers his apprentice-sized body. His yellow eyes are large, and stand out on his dark face. His legs are a dark brown, and his tail is long and silky. He was Clanborn, and his pelt is a mystery. He lost his mother, and his father was always unknown. He has done well at hiding his emotions of sadness and pain. Being a Medicine Cat, he needed to stay optimistic and raise cat's spirits.
S a m p l e:
Hmmn. Okay then, guys. xD
"Why?! Why couldn't I save her, Heronfeather?!" the young fluffy brown tom was screeching to a large white she-cat in front of him. Her blue eyes stared into his, and brought calmness. He began breathing regularly, and his dark brown legs began shaking. "It hurts, Heronfeather. I want her more than I want life itself. So why did StarClan take that from me?" his voice was quiet, and would bring tears to your eyes. Heronfeather felt like a rock had jammed her throat. How could she explain.
"It was... her time." she choked out. The fluffy apprentice curled up, and whimpered,
"Then why isn't it my time, also?" His eyes felt heavy, as he hadn't slept in many days. He had to make sure his mother was okay.
"Because StarClan plans for you to take over when I'm gone, Timberpaw. Your mother would be pleased, if you took over." Heronfeather curled up beside him. Timberpaw whispered in a tone that Heronfeather could barely make out,
"Why wouldn't you let me cry when she began coughing, and then again when we couldn't tell what disease she had?"
"A Medicine Cat can only cry, when it's all over." Heronfeather whispered back. She could hear Timberpaw crying.
"S-S-so... I c-c-can cr-r-ry now-w?" he whimpered.
"Yes little one." Heronfeather whispered. She heard his open wail, and his crying was bringing pain to her heart. More pain then she could have thought imaginable. Tears were brought to her eyes, and then she let them fall. They began to replace the others, and she let them fall. Timberpaw howled in pain. Pain on the inside, gnawing at his soul.
"Heronfeather! It hurts. My insides!" he wailed.
"I know little one. I know." Heronfeather raised to a sitting position, and hung her head, letting her tears drip on the leaves. They were in the middle of the forest territory, the place that she'd seen Timberpaw with his mother for the first time. Timberpaw was born in the Leaf-bare, and Heronfeather had never been able to see the new kit. He was nearly apprentice-aged before she saw him. She knew he was a Medicine Cat, and they'd been together since. Timberpaw raised to a sitting position, his eyes were glossy, and his cheeks were damp. Heronfeather stretched out her nose, and licked his cheek, wiping off the tears.
"I'm not fit to be a Medicine Cat." he whispered. Heronfeather was taken aback.
"This wasn't your loss, it was mine also." Heronfeather whispered back. She felt water droplets pierce her back, and each one felt like thorns. Rain began to come down in a constant pour. Heronfeather whispered to Timberpaw,
"Timberpaw, it's time to go home."
"To the camp?"
"No. To the Moonstone. It's time you got your full-fledged Medicine Cat Name." she murmured.
"But I asked earlier. I told you every herb and its u--"
"A Medicine Cat doesn't always win the battles against illness, and you needed to learn. A Medicine Cat loses every now and then." Heronfeather interrupted him. Timberpaw hung his head low,
"I understand, Heronfeather." and the two cats walked into the rain, grief filling their hearts.
C o d e . P h r a s e:Starlit Sorrow [/font]
