Post by Oak on Nov 1, 2007 19:32:07 GMT -5
Name: Oakpelt A pelt of oak is high, but low on us all
Gender: She-cat Gentle, kind and loving, or maybe something is hidden 'bout us all
Clan: AshClan We all turn to ash, one day or another
Rank: Medicine cat The gentle touch of a mother, we all have it
Age: 25 Young, but gentle, suffering is with me
Short Description: A beautiful tabby brown she-cat with green eyes and a scar over her left eye We all bare a mark, physically or mentally, I just happen to have both
Appearance: One scar, can change the way you lookOakpelt is a beautiful tabby brown she-cat with scars from battles within her past. Her pelt is the same color as the brownness of a young and lovely oak tree in the middle of Green-leaf. She can hide well into her surroundings when she is near oak trees, or for the most part, any tree with a dark brown trunk. Her pelt is very glossy, very smooth and shines brightly in the bright glowing sun. Her pelt is one of the most noticeable exteriors or her body, but not the most shocking. Lastly, her pelt has even darker shades of brown, but the blend in to well, it is hard to tell where these stripes are or what exact shade they are.
Her eyes are a soft, gazing wonderful color. They are a bright green color that shines like the Green-leaf leaves in the warming sun. When any cat looks into them, they can tell that there is a peaceful, loving look in them giving them for the most part a since of peace that many cats seem to want. However, they can hold dark and series memories within them whenever she is feeling bothered. At times like these, her eyes show more then wanted, then show her fear and turn a darker, harsher green color. Instead of getting the feeling of love and peace, they give of the feeling of disaster, as if something extreme is going through her head, making her feel uncomfortable and that is basically is what is given off through her gaze.
She is a medium she-cat and very slender. She is a very fast runner and looks skinny most of the time, even when she is well-fed. At times you may even see her ribs beneath her short, thin haired pelt. She does not mind getting wet for her pelt dries very quickly and for the most part, the water never sticks very well. She can slip through the forest well, her body doesn't make a sound as she runs through the empty air. She has a very noticeable scar that runs over her eye, long and is a bit deep. She has a couple other scars from her past, but only this one scar stands out from her exterior look.
Personality: Looks can be deceiving, but not for every catShe is a very patient, loving, caring, and at times, even has a sharp tongue. She will care for her Clan, never wanting anything to hurt her Clan, not wanting anything to make her Clan weak. She will be patient with every member of the Clan and take her time to make sure she gets everything right. She loves every cat to much, as if every member of the Clan was her kit, and she cares for every member, even those older then her, like a mother would treat a kit. She cares and loves the cats a bit to much at times, and feels guilty when she cannot save a cats life, and blames herself more then anything. Whenever a cat dies and she starts blaming herself, it'll take her a long while to get over it, and might be a bit down and gloomy till the day comes that she can rest easier after the cat joins StarClan.
Towards the other Clans, she can be a bit more impatient, but have a bit more of a sharp tongue. Even though she is a medicine cat through and through, she still feels the rivalry of the other cats towards other Clans, and could start bristling her fur during an argument with another Clan. It'll take her a while to relax and remember that she has to look beyond the Clans and think of every Clan as her own. She sometimes even forgets while around the other Clans, even at a Gathering, that she is a medicine cat, and not a warrior. She will hesitate before even considering taking care of another Clan's warrior, or cat in general. However, she will most likely feel she's responsible, but other times, depending on her current mood, she'll consider it as the cats own medicine cat's job to take care of them, and she will not waste her time or herb supplies on another Clan.
During a battle, she is very competitive and will even at times want to join in and just slash an enemy cat, but always changes her motives as she remembers what she is. When that happens, she'll become gentler and will rush to help those who need it even in the middle of a battle. She usually blocks out all sounds as she become use to the quietness of her own mind, and this helps her become calmer and stay calm when they fighting around her starts making her uneasy. When it comes to StarClan, she will at times think that they have abandoned her Clan, if she hears nothing in times of crisis. She often looks up at the many visible Stars of Silverpelt and wonder if they are truly watching over her Clan, or if they are just some elders tale that are taught to each kit so they behave. She even sometimes goes into the state of mind where she thinks their warrior ancestors are not watching over them, and she believes at these times that there is no way around bad times and she gives out negative comments, but tries to reassure her Clan at other times that their ancestors are watching over them, it depends on her mood once a again. because of all this, at certain times, she can be hard to understand and you just have to go with the flow of things.
History: There is no herb, for a wounded pastThe Parents;
Her mother, Ashclaw, and her father, Sprucepelt, where very young when they fell in love with each other. They were both young apprentices and knew they'd have to wait a bit before becoming official mates. Sprucepelt had always tried to hide something from Ashclaw and that was that he had trouble controlling his anger. He feared his anger would get out of hand and he would end up hurting Ashclaw and so every time he felt angry, he'd go to the darkest part of the territory and claw at something out there. When they finally became mates about 3 moons after becoming warriors, Sprucepelt and about another 4 moons passed and Ashclaw found out that she was going to have a litter. This freaked out Sprucepelt out, he feared for the kits safety as long as he lived and many times thought of just letting himself be killed, but nothing happened that would allow his life to be take.The Death of Kin;
When the litter was born, he thought maybe he could control his anger and everything would be fine, he thought maybe, he could live and not hurt the ones he loved, but it didn't work out like that. There were four kits in Oakpelt's litter, including herself, two she-cats, two toms. For 2 moons only did they live without being hurt by his anger, only 2 moons with feeling the true love of Sprucepelt. When they were 3 moons, his anger got bad and he thrashed around the nursery, angry with everything about his life. He ended up killing four cats that night, Ashclaw, and Oakpelts littermates. She had gotten marks top remember the awful night for Sprucepelt had given her a massive scar that shows over her left eye. Because of that scar, she had almost gone blind and Sprucepelt felt like he was to blame and he ran away, not wanting to look at the Clan anymore.Life from Death to StarClan;
After Oakpelt had been given the mark of her father, she had noticed the anger within, she had obtained his anger problems. She often spent much of her kithood in one den, not the nursery for she couldn't stand the thought of what had occurred there, but rather the medicine cats den. She felt close to the medicine cat and liked to help out with the sick cats, even though her anger problems did show every time she helped out, but she learned to control it. When she became an apprentice, the medicine asked her to become her apprentice and she accepted. By this time, she had learned to control her anger towards her Clan, but her anger showed towards the other Clans deeply. No cat could forget her father and many cats, especially kits, were afraid of her because of the mark she bared as a reminder. She worked hard as a medicine cat apprentice and eventually received her full name. About 5 moons later, her mentor, the okd medicine cat died from old age and she had become the new medicine cat of AshClan.
RP Sample:
Oakpelt padded through the area, her claws firmly seathed as she set her paws lightly on the soft, moist ground. She could smell rain in the air, but it had just rained not a moment before she had walked out of the camp at sunhigh. She sighed and thought, The rain must have taken a break from raining as it rested a bit before down pouring once ag- Her thoughts stopped when the first big drop touched her nose as it promised even more rain to come, and a storm to boot. She looked up and now, she noticed that she couldn't even seen a bit of the blue sky that promised that it was day, it looked like night without the stars of Silverpelt glowing. She looked around at the dark black clouds, seeing deeps in the puffiness of every cloud and she could see breaks in different sets of clouds, but more clouds where layered above even those clouds as if the clouds had something against the goodness about the peaceful sunhigh sky, not a single sun ray showed through the deadly blackness. She looked around, her eyes bleak now, not knowing what get from this.[/size][/blockquote]
As she kept walking through the pouring rain that dripped on her short haired pelt, she felt like...like something was missing. All her kin was dead, well at least she suspected her father to be dead after all these years, there was really nothing he could be. If he was alive, what would he be like? Would she recognize him at all? Would she even be able to talk to him when she saw him? Her ears dropped with frustration and for the wetness that clamped them to her head. She padded through the muddy ground, eying the area around her, looking at everything that moved. She watched as the big heavy rain drops slipped right off the glossy and sleek green leaf. Why couldn't her past be like that? So sleek everything just washed right off it without any resistants, rather then the kind of leaf that is to weak to hold up against the rain drops and that plummet to the soft and muddy ground which would engulf it in total darkness? It seemed like there was nothing good about herself, but then she remembered her Clan, and that she loves every cat in it like a mother loves every kit in its litter. She smiled and headed back to the camp, feeling the rain plaster her fur to her skinny body for the first time that day.
