by ★ nirvana, » Wed Jun 19, 2013 7:57 am
Name;;
"Hello. My name is Flaketail," the small white tomcat replied.
Gender;;
"I'm a tom, obviously." He said.
Age;;
"I am currently at the young age of 24 moons." Flaketail answered.
Clan;;
"I'm a proud member of _____Clan," he said, his voice cool.
Rank;;
"Well, I am the medicine cat." He meowed.
Personality;;
Flaketail is usually quiet, hardly ever interfering with anybody's business. He mainly just sneaks around camp, and usually the only real conversations he has is with his apprentice, the deputy, and the leader. Sure, he's cool and friendly, but he just doesn't talk much. He can, however, hold authority whenever he needs to, and he can speak whenever he needs to as well. He is not socially awkward, neither shy, but he just only talks whenever he is asked a question or has a place to answer.
He may not seem like the most dangerous cat in the forest, because he certainly is not, and the medicine cat would most definitely have no place to be that at all. In fact, he was the runt of the litter, and even his parents teased him that he wouldn't be able to catch a fly because of his size. That honestly did not affect his life afterwards, although it did sting when his parents had first uttered those single words to him.
Overall, Flaketail is cool, friendly, and quiet. He generally only speaks when he needs to, and the only real conversations he has ever had with a cat was with his clan leader, deputy, his apprentice, and the other clans medicine cats, and even then he didn't speak much but a few sentences to them. He was teased as a kit because of his small size, but he just endured the stinging words and carried on with his life, becoming a successful medicine cat with a healthy connection towards Starclan.
History;;
As a kit, Flaketail was made fun of because of his small size. He was, indeed, the runt of the litter, and yet he had been the only kit in his litter that survived! It was a surprising tact, really. Three foxes had broken into the nursery, and they had proceeded to kill his siblings, and his father had died protecting the kits and their mother. His name had been Frostedfeather, his mother Midnightflower. He must have been so small, the foxes didn't even notice him.
His mother took care of him alone until he reached his apprentice ceremony, where he was at first made the apprentice of a warrior, but Moonclan's past medicine cat had visited this young tom in his dreams a few sunsets later and convinced him how wise it would be for him to become a medicine cat and heal his clanmates. He told the leader about his decision, and the leader agreed to it. But, of course, he figured that anyone would when it came to his size.
Flaketail admired his mentor with everything she did. She had come up with new ways to heal his clanmates, and sometimes the new poultices, juices, and mixtures were better than the past ones. She had taught him all that he knew, but over time, the new mixtures had begun to fade away in his mind. A couple of moons later, the medicine cat had died with a Sunclan traitor attacked her while she had been out herb hunting. Her ways of healing were lost, and Flaketail was made the medicine cat.
Kin;;
"All of them have deceased," he sighed.
Crush;;
"No, I do not have a crush." He mewed.
Mate;;
"I would never turn my back on my duties," he hissed softly.
Kits;;
"As I said before, never." He retorted.
Other;;
Flaketail is, well, rather small.
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★ nirvana, on Wed Jun 19, 2013 9:27 am, edited 1 time in total.