Post by Cloudbat on Jul 1, 2011 6:34:18 GMT -10
Name | Brightnose
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Gender | she-cat
Age | 44 moons
Rank Medicine Cat
Beliefs Brightnose believes in StarClan, but that's not to say she believes EVERYTHING about them. She thinks it's logical that there should be an afterlife, cats' spirits need to go somewhere when they die. She now thinks that the giving of nine lives may be possible, for various reasons: it does make sense that leaders should be given them, to have insurance in case they die. Still, she is curious to know exactly how it works.
She does believe StarClan can send omens and signs and appear in dreams; what better way to help medicine cats understand what to do in or before a crisis? She's fascinated with signs; where they appear, what do they mean, if they concern a certain cat. And she's not for trying to make signs everywhere either; she thinks that if her ancestors have something to say, they'll make it perfectly plain and simple.
Why should they be obscure when lives could hang in the balance?
As for PineClan...Brightnose doesn't really care whether they believe in StarClan or not. The Dark Forest...if it does exist, (which she doubts) it sounds like only very evil cats would go there. They seem to be functioning fine without it, and they aren't hurting her with their unbelief. Why should she care?
However, as her mind grows steadily more unstable, she begins to doubt her once-strong beliefs as her Clan steadily grows more and more savage and brutal - all in the name of the ancestors she put faith in. It haunts her that she could have stopped it...if only she'd been stronger.
So now the calico doesn't know what to think of StarClan - if they are good, evil, or if they even have power at all. Oh, she still believes in them - but her loyalty is greatly shaken.
Clan | Fog
Parents | Aroara-mother-NP Bisk-father-NP
Siblings | Sefri-sister-NP
Other Kin | Juncopaw-niece-DC (played by me)
Mate | not allowed
Crush | not allowed
Kits | Not allowed
Apprentice/Mentor | Finchpaw (played by Whiskers)
Appearance | Brightnose is small-bodied, and a bit less muscular than a normal cat, which is apt considering she's a medicine cat. Her build is slender, with her few muscles mostly located in her chest and front legs, giving her an almost 'buff' look. Her pelt is short and very thick, though it sheds dramatically in greenleaf, so she looks almost like a Sphinx cat. Her base fur is pure white, with orange and black splashes on her back, head, neck, and tail.
Her face is long and rounded, with dark hazel, green-flecked eyes and broad ears. Brightnose's tail is slightly shorter than average, and almost all black with small orange spots peppered in it. Her legs are about an inch shorter than usual, with big, snow-white paws at the end of them, hiding long, still-sharp claws.
Brightnose's face is mostly orange, with a white streak down her face, white cheeks, a white chin, and a bright pink-orange nose. Her left ear is split roughly down the middle with black and orange on each side, and her right is orange with a black tip. Brightnose has a few black spots on her forehead as well. She has three large black patches on her back; one is a large blob connected by a thin line to smaller blob, going sideways across the back of her shoulders; the other is a thick diagonal, roughly triangular streak from her back to her side; and the other is shaped like a bent witch hat near the base of her tail. Between the black patches, she has larger orange patches;one on her back, roughly asterisk shaped, and the other arch-shaped partially curving around the black patch near her tail. Her whiskers are long and slivery-colored, good for feeling for plant buds.
Personality | Brightnose is able to be summed up in one word; philosopher. She loves to analyze, think, and draw conclusions. Her favorite thing is finding out how things work, what they do, what are their flaws and advantages. Her life's goal is to find out how everything works in the world. She is very interested in Clan life and the warrior code; but she doesn't hesitate to point out flaws in them, or how cats obey or disobey them.
She's also very purposeful and stubborn; if she sets a goal; she will try to get it done; regardless of whether it's possible or probable. One of Brightnose's major flaws, she thinks she can do anything, no matter what stands in her way; she refuses to believe there isn't any obstacle she can't overcome. She's rather proud, too; if some cat scoffs at her ambition to know everything, they might find the medicine cat den mysteriously vacant for a few days if they have an injury. Brightnose isn't really one for just chatting or gossiping, either, (what a waste of time!). When Brightnose is talking, she's usually asking about something she wants to know about; or she's talking about an herb diagnosis.
Sometimes, this is a dangerous habit; when a sick or injured cat will come to her den, sometimes she won't be focused on them because she's sitting lost in thought. It takes a lot to jar her out of her thinking mode; breathing on her ears helps. She'll start out of her reverie, and immediately start asking what the wound is from, how bad it is, and anything and everything. She's not one to waste time, though cats can be bit overwhelmed by the onslaught of questions. However, once she gets things sorted out, she acts quickly and decisively, using her considerable knowledge of herbs to treat the patient.
Brightnose, as you may have noticed, isn't much of a social cat. It's not that she dislikes most cats; it's just that her philosophical pursuits appeal to her more. However, if she does decide she likes you, she likes you...however much that's even worth.
Even if she's distant most of the time, she's still loyal. It's the same principle for fighting for her Clan; she'll do it, but she'd rather spend the effort those she tentatively calls "friends". Despite her rabid curiosity of the world, she isn't interested in cats' personal lives' much.
If it's not her business, she stays out of it. It's not that she doesn't care about FogClan, she simply doesn't devote much time to Clan activities beside her medicine cat duties. She tends to be cool and logical even in heated situations; most of the time it takes a lot to get her riled up, unless you insult her ambition. It's the one thing that will turn her ice-cold against you for a quarter moon or so.
She isn't very emotional, or at least, she isn't prone to showing her emotions much. A life of being scorned by her family taught her to pick her friends wisely. And as for mates...pshhh. Who needs a mate? Why would she waste time on a relationship with a tom when there are so many more interesting things to do? Even if it wasn't forbidden, she most likely wouldn't have a mate. The most important thing to Brightnose besides her philosophy is being a medicine cat. She enjoys FogClan immensely as it gives her new oppertunities to use her skills and learn about the Clans.
The only cat she has any true feelings toward is Finchpaw.
He is her bane and the only cat she feels any vestige of emotion for, the one who causes her unbearable pain and aggravation...yet she feels a faint, reluctant affection for him. Though she doesn't think it consciously, he is the son she never had and never will.
She has some small loyalty toward Dovepaw, who supported her when Owlstar was driven out, and perhaps she could learn to like the white she-cat. Toward Frostpaw she has an odd blend of respect, dislike, and amusement.
Recently, however, the calico has been slipping in and out of insanity. Sometimes, she is her old self - but sometimes the confusion and pain of the terror and sickness of the takeover and Finchpaw's rough awakening of her consciousness make her break down, sometimes for days.
Skills | Brightnose isn't really one for fighting. She will if she has to, and her skills are so-so. She's OK in tracking and climbing. It's at hunting she really excels; even now as a medicine cat she'll often take a break when gathering herbs and hunt. She can run pretty well, but her other big strength is swimming; she fishes fairly well, but she's very good at catching ground prey such as voles and shrews.
History |
Brightnose was born as Sunny to her two kittypet parents in Twolegplace. When Sunny was old enough to go outside, she did: even then she was fiercely curious. She asked her parents about everything: Why did the sun shine? Why did Twolegs have two legs and not four, like cats? Aroara and Bisk often got fed up with their daughter's endless inquiries, and told her irritably it was no use asking because she'd never know. This only fueled Sunny's determination to know everything, and she began to explore further and further away from her parents' Twoleg nest, and being gone for longer and longer.
She mostly lived outdoors once she was 8 moons old, learning through trial and error how to hunt and take care of herself. There were only two reasons she hadn't completely left her parents yet. One was that she didn't really didn't have any direct reason to leave, and the other was because of the Twoleg's garden. Sunny was fascinated with the plants in the garden; how they grew, how large they got, their different colors.
Eventually she found an old rogue whom she had seen working with plants to treat other cats. She persuaded him to tell her what he knew by catching fresh-kill for him every day she could get out of her house. At 14 moons, she learned all that the tom could teach her and returned to her garden to experiment and wait for an opportunity to use her skills. The problem was, she lived around kittypets. Not a lot of injuries there. And she didn't really feel like looking around for injured rogues to treat. What would be the point? Sunny decided that since she'd memorized the uses of the plants in her Twolegs' garden, she had no further use for living there.
At 16 moons, she became a rogue and went to live in and around the ranch. Wishing to avoid any fights, she quickly spread word that she had healing abilities and shouldn't be harmed. Some cats were skeptical, but when one cat begged her to cure an infected wound he had on his leg and she healed it within a few days, her reputation spread. Sunny finally felt like she had a purpose again, and she was also able to somewhat satisfy her curiosity by questioning the rogues and loners who she healed. When word reached the ranch of the Clans who were beginning to settle in the area nearby, Sunny was intrigued.
Perhaps they would be in need of a healer? She traveled around the territories, asking about the warrior code and the Clans' way of life. She heard that one of the Clans, FogClan was in need of a medicine cat, a cat who could use herbs to heal others and commune with StarClan. Sunny was fascinated by StarClan. Most of it made sense, after all, though it wasn't necessary. That Clan called PineClan that didn't believe seemed to be doing fine. She was accepted as FogClan's medicine cat, and was given the name Brightnose because of her mostly light-colored pelt and fierce curiosity.
She eventually took an apprentice in her Clan, one of Rowanheart's sons. She hadn't planned on taking him on at all, but his father seemed to think he showed potential. The calico isn't so sure, since Finchpaw seems much happier hunting or fighting than gathering herbs. Their interactions are...interesting, to say the least.
She has been dealing carefully with the unexpected and somewhat unwelcome takeover of Miststar's. As medicine cat, she is forced to go along with the new leader's ideals. They aren't so bad so far, even if the cat herself is insane. A little more faith doesn't hurt...but Brightnose suspects Miststar plans to take it further than 'a little more'.
For now she is waiting and watching, lending subtle support to those who she thinks deserve it.
But those days are long past - Miststar may be gone, but Volepelt, her terrible deputy, is even worse. Brightnose despises him and his illogical ways, but is prevented from doing anything by her own inner struggles, which leave her too mentally exhausted to think of resisting him - yet.
However, after being injured and awakened again (this time by Frostpaw) she is determined to do something.
Role Play Example |
It was a warm morning at the end of newleaf when Brightnose met Birchtail and her kits. Brightnose was uncomfortable in her thick fur, which was only starting to shed. She yawned and arched her back in a short stretch for going to gather herbs. Finchpaw was still asleep in his nest; she'd wake him when she got back if he wasn't up by then. She looked fondly at the ginger-and-white apprentice, then quietly stepped out of her bush den. Most cats in camp were awake; the dawn patrol was just getting back and a hunting patrol would be going when all the fog had gone, which would be soon; the fog was still there, but it had thinned sufficiently for herb-gathering and besides, it was hardly a challenge to gather plants that didn't move, and she could always smell them anyway.
She headed off toward the Gathering Place, hoping to find some tansy or horsetail, both of which they were low on. She'd been out for about ten minutes when she heard mewing. Brightnose stopped, and cocked a bi-colored ear toward the direction of the mewling. She took a few steps forward, and saw the blurred shape of a cat through the fog about five foxlengths away. She called out, "Who's there?"
Immediately she heard frightened squeaks and more mewling. She went forward another foot, and almost collided with a brown tabby she-cat with frightened amber-green eyes. Brightnose furrowed her brow. The she-cat's scent wasn't FogClan, and it didn't smell like any other Clan's either. Then Brightnose noticed the two small kits beside the she-cat; both tabbies like the she-cat, who from the scent of her was their mother. Brightnose spoke to the brown tabby quietly so as to not further disturb her kits.
"What are you doing here? Don't you know this is Clan territory?"
Brightnose was curious in spite of herself; what WERE they doing here? The tabby recovered herself and began to speak in a smooth voice. "My name is Birch. I came here because..." The she-cat lowered her voice. "My kits' father died before they were born, and I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of them by myself. My only hope was to try and join the Clans."
Brightnose cocked her head. She couldn't very well send the desperate she-cat away; and besides, a nursing queen and two kits would be a valuable addition to FogClan. The herbs could wait in the face of this. "I'll lead you to camp" Said the calico medicine cat, and with great relief Birch and her kits followed her through the foggy forest that would become their home.
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Gender | she-cat
Age | 44 moons
Rank Medicine Cat
Beliefs Brightnose believes in StarClan, but that's not to say she believes EVERYTHING about them. She thinks it's logical that there should be an afterlife, cats' spirits need to go somewhere when they die. She now thinks that the giving of nine lives may be possible, for various reasons: it does make sense that leaders should be given them, to have insurance in case they die. Still, she is curious to know exactly how it works.
She does believe StarClan can send omens and signs and appear in dreams; what better way to help medicine cats understand what to do in or before a crisis? She's fascinated with signs; where they appear, what do they mean, if they concern a certain cat. And she's not for trying to make signs everywhere either; she thinks that if her ancestors have something to say, they'll make it perfectly plain and simple.
Why should they be obscure when lives could hang in the balance?
As for PineClan...Brightnose doesn't really care whether they believe in StarClan or not. The Dark Forest...if it does exist, (which she doubts) it sounds like only very evil cats would go there. They seem to be functioning fine without it, and they aren't hurting her with their unbelief. Why should she care?
However, as her mind grows steadily more unstable, she begins to doubt her once-strong beliefs as her Clan steadily grows more and more savage and brutal - all in the name of the ancestors she put faith in. It haunts her that she could have stopped it...if only she'd been stronger.
So now the calico doesn't know what to think of StarClan - if they are good, evil, or if they even have power at all. Oh, she still believes in them - but her loyalty is greatly shaken.
Clan | Fog
Parents | Aroara-mother-NP Bisk-father-NP
Siblings | Sefri-sister-NP
Other Kin | Juncopaw-niece-DC (played by me)
Mate | not allowed
Crush | not allowed
Kits | Not allowed
Apprentice/Mentor | Finchpaw (played by Whiskers)
Appearance | Brightnose is small-bodied, and a bit less muscular than a normal cat, which is apt considering she's a medicine cat. Her build is slender, with her few muscles mostly located in her chest and front legs, giving her an almost 'buff' look. Her pelt is short and very thick, though it sheds dramatically in greenleaf, so she looks almost like a Sphinx cat. Her base fur is pure white, with orange and black splashes on her back, head, neck, and tail.
Her face is long and rounded, with dark hazel, green-flecked eyes and broad ears. Brightnose's tail is slightly shorter than average, and almost all black with small orange spots peppered in it. Her legs are about an inch shorter than usual, with big, snow-white paws at the end of them, hiding long, still-sharp claws.
Brightnose's face is mostly orange, with a white streak down her face, white cheeks, a white chin, and a bright pink-orange nose. Her left ear is split roughly down the middle with black and orange on each side, and her right is orange with a black tip. Brightnose has a few black spots on her forehead as well. She has three large black patches on her back; one is a large blob connected by a thin line to smaller blob, going sideways across the back of her shoulders; the other is a thick diagonal, roughly triangular streak from her back to her side; and the other is shaped like a bent witch hat near the base of her tail. Between the black patches, she has larger orange patches;one on her back, roughly asterisk shaped, and the other arch-shaped partially curving around the black patch near her tail. Her whiskers are long and slivery-colored, good for feeling for plant buds.
Personality | Brightnose is able to be summed up in one word; philosopher. She loves to analyze, think, and draw conclusions. Her favorite thing is finding out how things work, what they do, what are their flaws and advantages. Her life's goal is to find out how everything works in the world. She is very interested in Clan life and the warrior code; but she doesn't hesitate to point out flaws in them, or how cats obey or disobey them.
She's also very purposeful and stubborn; if she sets a goal; she will try to get it done; regardless of whether it's possible or probable. One of Brightnose's major flaws, she thinks she can do anything, no matter what stands in her way; she refuses to believe there isn't any obstacle she can't overcome. She's rather proud, too; if some cat scoffs at her ambition to know everything, they might find the medicine cat den mysteriously vacant for a few days if they have an injury. Brightnose isn't really one for just chatting or gossiping, either, (what a waste of time!). When Brightnose is talking, she's usually asking about something she wants to know about; or she's talking about an herb diagnosis.
Sometimes, this is a dangerous habit; when a sick or injured cat will come to her den, sometimes she won't be focused on them because she's sitting lost in thought. It takes a lot to jar her out of her thinking mode; breathing on her ears helps. She'll start out of her reverie, and immediately start asking what the wound is from, how bad it is, and anything and everything. She's not one to waste time, though cats can be bit overwhelmed by the onslaught of questions. However, once she gets things sorted out, she acts quickly and decisively, using her considerable knowledge of herbs to treat the patient.
Brightnose, as you may have noticed, isn't much of a social cat. It's not that she dislikes most cats; it's just that her philosophical pursuits appeal to her more. However, if she does decide she likes you, she likes you...however much that's even worth.
Even if she's distant most of the time, she's still loyal. It's the same principle for fighting for her Clan; she'll do it, but she'd rather spend the effort those she tentatively calls "friends". Despite her rabid curiosity of the world, she isn't interested in cats' personal lives' much.
If it's not her business, she stays out of it. It's not that she doesn't care about FogClan, she simply doesn't devote much time to Clan activities beside her medicine cat duties. She tends to be cool and logical even in heated situations; most of the time it takes a lot to get her riled up, unless you insult her ambition. It's the one thing that will turn her ice-cold against you for a quarter moon or so.
She isn't very emotional, or at least, she isn't prone to showing her emotions much. A life of being scorned by her family taught her to pick her friends wisely. And as for mates...pshhh. Who needs a mate? Why would she waste time on a relationship with a tom when there are so many more interesting things to do? Even if it wasn't forbidden, she most likely wouldn't have a mate. The most important thing to Brightnose besides her philosophy is being a medicine cat. She enjoys FogClan immensely as it gives her new oppertunities to use her skills and learn about the Clans.
The only cat she has any true feelings toward is Finchpaw.
He is her bane and the only cat she feels any vestige of emotion for, the one who causes her unbearable pain and aggravation...yet she feels a faint, reluctant affection for him. Though she doesn't think it consciously, he is the son she never had and never will.
She has some small loyalty toward Dovepaw, who supported her when Owlstar was driven out, and perhaps she could learn to like the white she-cat. Toward Frostpaw she has an odd blend of respect, dislike, and amusement.
Recently, however, the calico has been slipping in and out of insanity. Sometimes, she is her old self - but sometimes the confusion and pain of the terror and sickness of the takeover and Finchpaw's rough awakening of her consciousness make her break down, sometimes for days.
Skills | Brightnose isn't really one for fighting. She will if she has to, and her skills are so-so. She's OK in tracking and climbing. It's at hunting she really excels; even now as a medicine cat she'll often take a break when gathering herbs and hunt. She can run pretty well, but her other big strength is swimming; she fishes fairly well, but she's very good at catching ground prey such as voles and shrews.
History |
Brightnose was born as Sunny to her two kittypet parents in Twolegplace. When Sunny was old enough to go outside, she did: even then she was fiercely curious. She asked her parents about everything: Why did the sun shine? Why did Twolegs have two legs and not four, like cats? Aroara and Bisk often got fed up with their daughter's endless inquiries, and told her irritably it was no use asking because she'd never know. This only fueled Sunny's determination to know everything, and she began to explore further and further away from her parents' Twoleg nest, and being gone for longer and longer.
She mostly lived outdoors once she was 8 moons old, learning through trial and error how to hunt and take care of herself. There were only two reasons she hadn't completely left her parents yet. One was that she didn't really didn't have any direct reason to leave, and the other was because of the Twoleg's garden. Sunny was fascinated with the plants in the garden; how they grew, how large they got, their different colors.
Eventually she found an old rogue whom she had seen working with plants to treat other cats. She persuaded him to tell her what he knew by catching fresh-kill for him every day she could get out of her house. At 14 moons, she learned all that the tom could teach her and returned to her garden to experiment and wait for an opportunity to use her skills. The problem was, she lived around kittypets. Not a lot of injuries there. And she didn't really feel like looking around for injured rogues to treat. What would be the point? Sunny decided that since she'd memorized the uses of the plants in her Twolegs' garden, she had no further use for living there.
At 16 moons, she became a rogue and went to live in and around the ranch. Wishing to avoid any fights, she quickly spread word that she had healing abilities and shouldn't be harmed. Some cats were skeptical, but when one cat begged her to cure an infected wound he had on his leg and she healed it within a few days, her reputation spread. Sunny finally felt like she had a purpose again, and she was also able to somewhat satisfy her curiosity by questioning the rogues and loners who she healed. When word reached the ranch of the Clans who were beginning to settle in the area nearby, Sunny was intrigued.
Perhaps they would be in need of a healer? She traveled around the territories, asking about the warrior code and the Clans' way of life. She heard that one of the Clans, FogClan was in need of a medicine cat, a cat who could use herbs to heal others and commune with StarClan. Sunny was fascinated by StarClan. Most of it made sense, after all, though it wasn't necessary. That Clan called PineClan that didn't believe seemed to be doing fine. She was accepted as FogClan's medicine cat, and was given the name Brightnose because of her mostly light-colored pelt and fierce curiosity.
She eventually took an apprentice in her Clan, one of Rowanheart's sons. She hadn't planned on taking him on at all, but his father seemed to think he showed potential. The calico isn't so sure, since Finchpaw seems much happier hunting or fighting than gathering herbs. Their interactions are...interesting, to say the least.
She has been dealing carefully with the unexpected and somewhat unwelcome takeover of Miststar's. As medicine cat, she is forced to go along with the new leader's ideals. They aren't so bad so far, even if the cat herself is insane. A little more faith doesn't hurt...but Brightnose suspects Miststar plans to take it further than 'a little more'.
For now she is waiting and watching, lending subtle support to those who she thinks deserve it.
But those days are long past - Miststar may be gone, but Volepelt, her terrible deputy, is even worse. Brightnose despises him and his illogical ways, but is prevented from doing anything by her own inner struggles, which leave her too mentally exhausted to think of resisting him - yet.
However, after being injured and awakened again (this time by Frostpaw) she is determined to do something.
Role Play Example |
It was a warm morning at the end of newleaf when Brightnose met Birchtail and her kits. Brightnose was uncomfortable in her thick fur, which was only starting to shed. She yawned and arched her back in a short stretch for going to gather herbs. Finchpaw was still asleep in his nest; she'd wake him when she got back if he wasn't up by then. She looked fondly at the ginger-and-white apprentice, then quietly stepped out of her bush den. Most cats in camp were awake; the dawn patrol was just getting back and a hunting patrol would be going when all the fog had gone, which would be soon; the fog was still there, but it had thinned sufficiently for herb-gathering and besides, it was hardly a challenge to gather plants that didn't move, and she could always smell them anyway.
She headed off toward the Gathering Place, hoping to find some tansy or horsetail, both of which they were low on. She'd been out for about ten minutes when she heard mewing. Brightnose stopped, and cocked a bi-colored ear toward the direction of the mewling. She took a few steps forward, and saw the blurred shape of a cat through the fog about five foxlengths away. She called out, "Who's there?"
Immediately she heard frightened squeaks and more mewling. She went forward another foot, and almost collided with a brown tabby she-cat with frightened amber-green eyes. Brightnose furrowed her brow. The she-cat's scent wasn't FogClan, and it didn't smell like any other Clan's either. Then Brightnose noticed the two small kits beside the she-cat; both tabbies like the she-cat, who from the scent of her was their mother. Brightnose spoke to the brown tabby quietly so as to not further disturb her kits.
"What are you doing here? Don't you know this is Clan territory?"
Brightnose was curious in spite of herself; what WERE they doing here? The tabby recovered herself and began to speak in a smooth voice. "My name is Birch. I came here because..." The she-cat lowered her voice. "My kits' father died before they were born, and I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of them by myself. My only hope was to try and join the Clans."
Brightnose cocked her head. She couldn't very well send the desperate she-cat away; and besides, a nursing queen and two kits would be a valuable addition to FogClan. The herbs could wait in the face of this. "I'll lead you to camp" Said the calico medicine cat, and with great relief Birch and her kits followed her through the foggy forest that would become their home.