Post by Glowy on Jun 21, 2011 14:25:27 GMT -10
Crowflower
Some misguided adventurers
They place their faith in the stars.
They think that stars are the closest they can come
To perfection, to true Hope.
But I know better.
My faith lies not with the stars,
Nor dandelions,
Nor clover,
Nor people.
My faith lies with Love.
They place their faith in the stars.
They think that stars are the closest they can come
To perfection, to true Hope.
But I know better.
My faith lies not with the stars,
Nor dandelions,
Nor clover,
Nor people.
My faith lies with Love.
Name |
Gender |
Tom
Age |
Thirteen moons
Rank |
Medicine Cat
Clan |
PineClan
Beliefs |
Crowflower is not quite sure what to believe at the moment. When he looks at the cats around him, he can picture them with stars in their pelts and so powerful that the very sky would bend beneath their paws when they stepped. He doesn't know what to call it, but he hopes that somewhere there are cats that actually live in the sky. It would give life so much more meaning if he could die and play with the stars.
But his parents, even his entire clan, seem to discount the idea of the star-warriors as ridiculous. They even mock other clans for believing in something that sounds pretty similar to what Crowflower imagines, something called StarClan. However, his star-warriors can't communicate with living cats or control anything. They just live in the stars and play with flowers and lightning bugs. He can't help but hope that his fantasy might be reality.
Instead of stars and dead cats, he places his ultimate faith in hope and love. They're the most powerful things in the world, more powerful than even hate or death, so why not believe in them?
Parents |
Siblings |
Willowpaw, sister, DC (Played by Whiskers)
Mate |
Not yet
Crush |
Not yet
Kits |
Not yet
Apprentice/Mentor |
Quailpaw (played by Monster)
Appearance |
Crowflower has quite the sturdy build for a medicine cat. His chest is broad, bordered by powerful shoulders. Everything about his body advertises the fact that he could have been an exceptional warrior- power is in his blood, his DNA. His front legs are especially muscular, since he uses them quite frequently to dig up plants.
His pelt seems to be a combination of his father's and mother's. It is about medium-length, and very, very soft. He keeps it well-kept and shiny. It's prettier that way. As indicated by his name, the fur is a rich solid black. It offsets his eyes nicely, which are a gorgeous shade of blue-green. There are a few flecks of silver scattered in the color, giving his eyes a constant sparkle.
Personality |
Were Crowflower to somehow transform into a human being, he would soon earn a reputation among the greatest of poets. He sees the world through the eyes and soul that could only belong to a poet. He wishes that he could find some way to convey what he sees to others, but he can never seem to channel the words that form in his mind to his tongue. He feels to be at almost a complete loss when it comes to making them see things the way he does. After all, nobody else would really understand the simple beauty in the soft delicacy of a flower petal's curves, would they? Everything to him is seen through a filter of innocent wonder and star-studded glory, despite the fact that he currently holds no faith in StarClan.
He firmly believes that life is the most precious gift we have, and it should never ever be lost over something as trivial as a border dispute or the loyalty clash between a couple of old cats. It would crush him to bring death upon another living thing unless it was absolutely necessary for the survival of everyone else. He will not hunt unless ordered to; no pleasure can be found in the snap of bones and reek of freshly spilled blood for him. Instead, pleasure comes in helping others to the best of his abilities.
Next to life on the importance scale is hope. Without hope life is worth nothing, as far as he is concerned. "Friendships, love, everything life is based on is centered around one key thing, and that thing is hope. After all, when you boil it down, all we really have is hope," or so he says. He doesn't know what to have hope for all the time, but he will not let himself lose it. It makes him angry when others lose hope, one of the few things that can make him angry.
Skills |
He is ruled more by the flight side of the "fight and flight" response, so he's not much use in a battle, but at least he's fast and can keep up that speed for a while. However, his real skills seem to lie with plants, namely those that produce flowers. He likes them. As for hunting and tracking, he doesnt exactly excel there, but he doesn't suck either. He's about average. With no training in the normal warrior skills, he has ended up being about lukewarm in those respects. Then again, most of his clanmates couldn't tell ragwort from an oak leaf.
If you need a nice pick-me-up, some advice about healing yourself, or just an odd observation about the universe, Crowflower is your guy. He's better at the emotional side of healing than the physical.
History |
Crowflower was born in a litter of three to the happy PineClan parents Swallowpelt and Otterfur. His mother's lack of self-esteem made him determined to do whatever it would take to help her. Eventually, that compulsion swept from just his mother to every living thing he met. This estranged him a bit from his sibling, but not so much as to make him feel lonely or unwanted.
Ah, then one day he met Lynxpelt, and suddenly it dawned on him that he wasn't supposed to become a big, strong warrior like his father. He was supposed to become like the nice tomcat who smelled different from everyone else, like leaves and flowers and everything good in the world instead of the day's sweat and caked on blood.
However, Crowflower did not end up recieving quite the amount of training that he expected. He was mostly left to his own devices. It did not take him long at all to learn the names of the herbs, their uses, and what they did, so he spent the majority of his time out in the clan, just talking to his clanmates and getting to know their joys and sorrows and trials. He befriended one of the gruffest toms in the whole forest, and that tom became his father figure, as Otterfur was mostly occupied with keeping his sister in check.
It is sad, though, that while his relationships with his clanmates fluorished, his relationships with his family did not, namely the one with his sister. Willowpaw became jealous of his notoriety in the clan. She had always thought he was just weird, nothing really special, and now he was given one of the most prestigious spots in the clan! She resented him for becoming an apprentice before her, for getting a special spot, for befriending her best friend, so she essentially cut off all contact with him until he saved her life with the help of the stranger, Rain.
Words To Live By |
