Post by ping on Apr 8, 2016 6:09:53 GMT -6
mistwhiskertom
53 moons
medicine cat
shadowclan
homosexual
chaotic good
stR 005
sPD 009
AGY 006
RFX 012
END 013
VIT 010
RES 016
WIP 025
INT 032
WIS 047
PER 050
total stats
225
total pen
000
ONTHE OUTSIDE
PREFIX | Mist- for his shimmering silver pelt► BRIEF,
A sleek silver tabby tom with green eyes.
► APPEARANCE,
Mistwhisker's fur is sleek and shimmery, silver with stripes of a darker grey - it's no surprise his parents chose Mist as his name. His fur is short and soft to the touch, rarely a single hair out of place. He does his best to keep himself presentable and especially dislikes having dirt and mud in his fur.
He has a long tail striped with black, ears tall and pale grey inside, nose brick red on a white muzzle. His eyes stand out distinctly on his face, for their color if not for the sharp white markings around them: they're vibrant green and he always wears a look of intense focus.
Mistwhisker has the build of a cat descended from skilled fighters, but it's obvious his training in combat has been minimal. He doesn't have the powerful muscles of his warrior Clanmates; Mistwhisker is instead slight and good at delicate work with his paws.
ONTHE INSIDE
SUFFIX | -whisker for his observant personality and sensitivity to change► TRAITS,
Observant, efficient, confident, calm, focused, organized.
Blunt, reserved, impersonal, unemotional, fatalistic, snappy, doesn't like people getting in his way or asking/having to answer questions.
► PERSONALITY,
Mistwhisker is a cat who knows how to get things done. He sees no reason to waste time and procrastinate, even on the most menial of tasks - he'd rather be doing the work, finishing everything up, and moving on to the next job. He's frightening in his efficiency, speedily helping many cats at once and painstakingly organized: it's obvious this tom-cat has spent many moons as a medicine cat and is confident at what he does.
Uncertainty is not something Mistwhisker can ever be expected to show. He speaks only when he's sure he's saying the right thing and he dislikes asking questions. He relies on his senses more than anything else: sharp-eyed, keen of hearing, and very observant, he can usually tell what illness brings a Clanmate to his den before they speak a word. He's always listening and watching, paying attention to the telltale signs of pain while pressing cobweb into a wound, evesdropping on conversations not meant for him... He likes to know what's going on, both in his den and other cats' lives.
Mistwhisker is calm and impersonal, distancing himself from his feelings for the sake of duty: he can't be expected to heal wounds if he's too distracted by worry and horror to do his job. It's hard to ruffle a cat that doesn't let anything - or anyone - get to him. He mostly keeps to himself, not particularly close to any of his Clanmates, knowing that emotional connections would only make his job harder.
Unfortunately, not everyone thinks the same way as him, and sometimes his den is crowded with the friends or family of his patients - and that's maybe the one way to get him to show some emotion. It's annoying. He hates having to work around other cats and answer their unnecessary, worried questions; he just wants to do his job. It disturbs his routine, it makes him less efficient, and he can't be blamed if he snaps at them to get out of my den or so StarClan help me, can he?
He doesn't like to beat around the bush or pad his words to spare anyone's feelings. He's honest and blunt, saying things exactly as they are, nothing more, nothing less. If a Clanmate is too injured to ever be able to fight again, that's exactly what he's going to tell them - and if they want comfort, they can look somewhere else.
Mistwhisker is intense in his belief of StarClan; his faith couldn't waver for a second. He believes everything is as it is because StarClan wills it, and as a result he's very fatalistic in nature. Whether his patient survives or not is up to StarClan - he does his job the best he can, and StarClan makes the final verdict. He never wonders if he didn't do enough, or he could have done better, or if it was his fault: things are exactly as StarClan wants them to be, and that is that.
THEFAMILY
MOTHER // Thrushfang, deceased.
FATHER // Stormbelly, elder.
LITTERMATE // Sootear, deceased.
AHISTORY
Stormbelly and Thrushfang were two warriors of ShadowClan and desperately in love. It was somewhat baffling when they announced they were mates: two cats couldn't possibly be any more unlike each other. Stormbelly was open and friendly, a kind tom who was better at telling jokes than hunting prey; Thrushfang was quiet and self-centered, cruel to even her Clanmates and revelling in the bloodshed of a battle.
They were never particularly open about their affection for each other, even after they announced they were a couple. When Thrushfang became pregnant, there were more than a few cats whispering that the two were only together because Thrushfang wanted kits and Stormbelly was the only tom kind enough to assist. Neither cared to confirm or deny the rumors; they were happy, in love and soon to be parents - there were better things to do with their time.
Thrushfang gave birth to a litter of three: two healthy kits and one, sadly, fated to join StarClan before their first breath. Stormbelly was able to direct Thrushfang's attention to the joy that was their living kits instead of letting her wallow over the sadness of losing the other. They decided to name the two, both toms, Mistkit and Sootkit.
It was obvious that Mistkit was destined to become medicine cat - he was drawn to the medicine cat's den from a young age, not to mention that his sleep was haunted with dreams of cats with stars in their pelts. Sootkit was far less interested, wanting instead to practice fighting and get into mischief, things Mistkit has very little interest in. Sootkit instead played with other kits in the nursery and Mistkit spent a lot of time around the medicine cat, watching them work miracles and knowing this was the path he wanted to take.
It was no surprise when, at his sixth moon, the medicine cat announced that they'd chosen Mistpaw to become their apprentice. Mistpaw was thrilled and vowed to learn everything he could. He was a quick and focused learner, absorbing information faster than his mentor could speak.
There was a border skirmish not long after he became medicine cat apprentice, and Mistpaw's mentor asked him to help them with tending to the injured cats. It was frightening for the young apprentice, who was yet to get comfortable with the sight of blood and deep gashes, but he pressed through the fear, doing as his mentor told him to assist his Clanmates.
Mistpaw's apprenticeship went smoothly as he slowly grew to get used to the job of a medicine cat. His brother, Sootpaw, was eventually given his warrior name: Sootear. Mistpaw cheered loudly for his brother at the ceremony, despite the fact that they'd never been particularly close - Sootear was still his brother, and he was proud of him.
Sootear limped into the medicine cat's den, leaving heavily on a Clanmate and covered in blood, not a few moons later. He'd been out hunting and accidentally stumbled upon a fox, who took grave offense at a cat being so close to its den - it was a fight Sootear wasn't experienced enough to win. The medicine cat rushed Sootear into a bed and hurried around to grab herbs and cobwebs while Mistpaw stood there, paralyzed - there was so much blood - he was terrified that Sootear was going to die.
His mentor snapped him out of it, demanding he help hold some cobweb in place, and he hurried to do as they asked. Even as they were tending to Sootear they explained to him that a medicine cat had to put their job first and their emotions second; herbs would help his brother recover, not frantic worrying.
Despite their hard work, Sootear joined StarClan that night, the injuries too grave for even the medicine cat's talented paws to heal. Mistpaw was crushed and blamed himself for being too distracted by his feelings to really do his best. The medicine cat assured him otherwise: Mistpaw did well, they'd both done all they could, but StarClan had chosen to take Sootear and no amount of herbs could change that.
It was after Sootear's death that Mistpaw really tried to distance himself from the suffering he witnessed. He started to focus on the facts rather than his feelings - he'd analyze the problem and figure out the perfect answer without letting his emotions sway his thoughts. He had a keen eye for finding the problem, even when a cat's reason for coming to the medicine cat den wasn't immediately obvious; he watched the way they moved, listened for irregular breathing, compared any abnormalities with what he knew of the illnesses his mentor taught him.
When Mistpaw was finally given his full medicine cat name, it was in recognition of how observant he was, and how sensitive he was to the smallest abnormality: Mistwhisker. He was proud to be a true medicine cat, even if he continued to work under his mentor's watchful eye for moons longer.
Mistwhisker became the sole medicine cat of ShadowClan when his mentor, older in years, peacefully passed away in their sleep. He was prepared for this day, he'd been prepared for moons - he was confident in his knowledge of herbs and illnesses, he was organized and efficient, and he knew how to not let his emotions get to him. It was business as usual before long, but then Thrushfang died.
She'd been in a fight, which was nothing new, and he'd healed her before, but from the first moment he saw her stumble into his den he knew this was different. It was too much like what he remembered of Sootear's injuries, too awful - once again, despite all of his self-training, he found himself paralyzed, terrified, all his knowledge gone and replaced by the certainty that his mother was going to die.
He was able to snap himself out and get to work, still full of fear, but also a kind of acceptance. It was just as his mentor had said, long ago; StarClan had decided it was Thrushfang's time to join them. He cleaned her wounds and pressed healing herbs into them, but he focused mostly on managing her pain, knowing that her death was inevitable and all he could do was make it easier for her.
Mistwhisker steeled himself for the moment and he barely felt a thing when he heard her last breath. He knew this was the last time he'd ever get so affected doing his job. It's been moons since and he's still in the same place: emotions firmly locked away, focused with a single-minded determination to do his job and nothing else.
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