Post by Blossom on Mar 16, 2012 12:10:44 GMT -10
Name | Rabbitface
Gender | Tom
Age | 32 Moons
Rank | Deputy
Beliefs | Despite his greatest efforts, Rabbitface had never been one to believe in StarClan. It all just seemed very impossible to him; cats with starry pelts that walked among the stars and sent still-living cats messages and prophecies. All cats received dreams, normal dreams. What if the dreams that Medicine Cats and Leaders have sometimes are just their addled brain's imaginations? What if was all the product of some ancient brain-washing? How awkward would it be to spend your entire life working to get into StarClan and then find out that StarClan never existed? He'd most certainly never been sent any message from StarClan. Why should he, even if they did exist? He wasn't anything special.
Rabbitface doesn't have much ground for why he does not believe. He just doesn't, never had. He'd heard the stories, he'd been romanced by his father, mentor, and the elders of MeadowClan. It just never added up to him. If StarClan existed, if they were all powerful, then there should be no wars among Clan; and yet, there were. Little kits shouldn't die before they even had a chance to make up their own minds about what they believe; and yet, they did.
There just isn't enough evidence in the world to make this cat believe in starry-pelted ancestors. No way, no how.
He'd rather be a beggar than a fool.
Clan | PineClan
Parents | Mousestripe (Father; NP; Deceased) and Sand-trap (Mother; NP; Status unknown)
Siblings | Ladybird (Sister; DC; Alive)
Other Kin | Unknown
Mate | Not yet.
Crush | Not yet.
Kits | Not yet.
Apprentice/Mentor | Juncopaw
Appearance | Rabbitface is a gray-brown and white tabby tom. His head is a light brown, striped with black, with the exception of the bridge of his nose. From his chin down, excluding his left leg (which is gray and brown, striped with black), is entirely white. A white patch also separates that of his neck, leg, belly, and side (thought this area is smaller). The rest of him is a black-striped gray-brown. His tail is darker, tipped in black, and his paws are all white.
This tom is average in size, if not a bit broader around the chest and shoulder area, which gives him a forceful advantage in a battle against a smaller cat.
Rabbitface has a thick tail and long white whiskers that comes from above his eyes and his muzzle. His eyes are a dark hazel-green. They are seemingly dull and uninterested-looking.
Though he is a striped tabby, which find it easier to hide in the undergrowth of the outdoors than some cats do, it is more difficult due to the white of his fur; though he's adapted throughout his apprenticeship and warrior-hood.
Personality | Rabbitface, though he was hot-headed in his youth, is more inclined to remain calm and not jump to conclusions too quickly, as he has never witnessed doing this to be the smart thing to do.
This tom may seem very observant to others; he is always watching, always thinking. Putting two and two together and figuring out how cats are going to react to certain situations comes naturally to him and because of these things, it is easy for him to manipulate a situation, sway it more into the direction he needs it to go. He often feels guilty when he has to manipulate a situation, or a cat, for any reason. He feels that this is most dishonest. However, he will do what he needs to do without hesitation.
Rabbitface enjoys the company of others. In fact, he's hardly ever alone. He thrusts himself into others' company most randomly if he's feeling lonely, which is a feeling that can come on quite suddenly. He finds it difficult to connect with any cat, though he is not shy or distant. He's friendly and open, willing to befriend those that need a friend. He just simply has trouble getting close. It's not something that he is accustomed to and he isn't exactly sure how to go about it. In that respect, he may seem awkward or uncertain in a social or potentially intimate situation.
He puts his heart into everything he does. He gives it his all, no matter what task is at paw. What is he willing to do? Anything his Clan needs him to. His Clan, though he knows that no Clan is perfect, is very important to him and he will do anything in his power to allow them to thrive.
Rabbitface's worst enemy is, ultimately, himself and his own pride. Failing is not on his list of things to do and when he is made for a fool, there is no telling how he'll react. He may lash out at his failure, or he may withdraw and become cross or distant. He does not function well after making a mistake, no matter how small. Everything must be as perfect as possible and, due to this, he often pushes cats to their limits in his race against life's natural, inevitable mistakes.
When it comes to other cats, Rabbitface gives any cat at least one chance. First impressions are important, but he finds that taking a second look often reveals more truth and he enjoys taking the time to look again. Though he is loyal to his Clan, he isn't averse to befriending cats of other Clans. He sees nothing wrong with doing this, or even taking a mate from another Clan, if that is where his feelings lead him.
Skills | Rabbitface always had a certain talent for hunting. It had come to him so naturally. Hunting is, partially, what he's know for among the Clans.
In battle, though he is capable of defending himself and his Clan, he is not the most skilled of opponents. He's quick to process the fight at paw and knows what to do, but he is slow to react physically in a situation that requires quick thought and quick action, simultaneously. Besides, he can be clumsy at the best of times. He knows and is capable of just enough to not get himself killed and so long as he's still breathing, he's just fine!
What else might he be known for? Have you ever known this cat to lose his temper? I didn't think so. It's 'cause he doesn't. Not truly. He's taught himself, after being such a quick-to-anger young Warrior, to remain calm amid all sorts of situations.
Once he taught himself to remain calm and not rage about every little thing, he found it quite easy to see all sides of a situation...and he became quite good at doing so. Never will he look at any situation one-sided. He must view it from all angles before he makes any decisions. However, his decisions always come swiftly and without any doubt. He finds that cats are more likely to trust a leader if they're capable of making quick, informed decisions.
Special Note: Due to encountering a dog early in his warrior-hood and thinking that he could chase it away without the assistance of the rest of the patrol that he was on, Rabbitnose is almost entirely deaf in one ear and it often gives him headaches and sharp, shooting pains throughout his ear. It is painful to move his right ear, due to the damage, so it usually remains still.
Though, with this injury, it became more difficult for him to hunt, he still holds his place among the best of his Clan.
He also had one of his rear left claws torn out by the dog, as he was trying to flee to the patrol to warn them.
History | His father had been born a cat of the forest. When the Clans split up, Mousestripe had remained with his kin, not feeling right about leaving them behind. What if he were to meet them in battle one day? So, he kept to his kin. Of course, it wasn't long after that, that he met Sand-trap. The ginger and white she-cat had his heart from the day he laid his eyes on her. From then on, she was all he thought about. He lived for her, not for his Clan.
It wasn't long before she came to him, mewing about being with kit. Not kits. Kit. There was only one. Mousestripe didn't know what to do at that point. He couldn't bring his mate into his Clan. They'd never allow it! But what kind of mate would he be if he just abandoned his mate and kit?Sand-trap didn't want to join the Clan and she understood his inability to leave his lifestyle. So, after much deliberation and sacrifice on Sand-trap's behalf, it was decided that the kit, no matter what, would go to Mousestripe. It was for the best...wasn't it?
Roughly two moons later, give or take a day, Rabbit was born. It was up to Mousestripe to give him his Clan name, but his mother had named him Rabbit. The little kit remained with his mother until he was able to separate from her without being dependent on her milk, at which time he was taken by his father and raised within the Clan, under the rouse of being found abandoned by a loner she-cat. Partially true. Still, he grew to know that Mousestripe was his father. He'd never shared the Clan cats beliefs, however. He tried, so many times, but the conviction just wasn't ever there.
When Rabbitkit reached six moons of age and became an apprentice, his father left him to search for his mother. He missed her, wanted her back, couldn't live without her. Meanwhile, he'd left his son all alone with no one to turn to. When his father never returned, after a moon of waiting for him, Rabbitpaw decided to leave MeadowClan behind. He hadn't meant to cross the border into PineClan. He'd meant to go around them, in order to avoid any battles that he knew he could not win. Somehow, though, he'd stumbled and tumbled into the other Clan's borders. A patrol was quick to strike. They weren't hostile, however, as he'd expected. No. They were suspicious, of course, but he was only one apprentice. What was one apprentice going to do? Especially one so young. So, he was quick to speak up and make friends with the only apprentice in the patrol, young themselves. An invitation was thrust upon him soon after and he was quick to accept.
When he was taken to Gingerstar, he shivered in his paws. That didn't last long. He took a liking to the cats of PineClan. They seemed to understand him better than any cat ever had, including his father. So, he joined their ranks. Once he was home, he didn't care who found out. MeadowClan could know. That didn't' bother him. He had no ties there, except maybe with his mentor, and even that hadn't been very tight.
So, he grew up and became a warrior in PineClan, ever loyal even without every other cat's faith.
Role Play Example |
Oh, how he wished leafbare would end and newleaf would begin. That would put an end to half of PineClan's troubles. As he left the warrior's den behind, just minutes before the sun would rise, to get an idea of what this new day had in store for him. More work. That was fine. He didn't mind the work. He only wished that the work that was done, day after day, would be more apparent for more than a few minutes.
The fresh-kill pile was empty...again. The thorny brambles protecting the entrance had mostly all frozen and snapped. Cats were sick, herbs unavailable. Hunting parties would have to be first priority. Cats had to eat. Then border patrols. When more cats were free, maybe he could see to the camp entrance. Bed would need to be changed, warmth was necessary to keep cats healthy.
The brown, gray, and white tabby tom let out a small, slightly exasperate sigh as he took a few steps toward the pile of prey, intending on nosing through what little was there. The only good thing about leafbare is that the cold seemed to keep the prey fresher for longer. So he doubted that the few pieces were crow-food. Just before he got there, a cat exited the den behind him. He turned his head just enough to see whom it was. "Lionfoot," Rabbitface mewed, waving his tail at the younger, but stronger, tom. "How goes your dreams?"
The golden-pelted tom approached his mentor with a faint purr, only briefly running along-side the deputy. "Not too shabby," he chuckled, an ear flicking in the fresh-kill pile's direction. "I'll lead this dawn's hunting patrol, if you'd like. I'll leave immediately."
"Which cats would you take with you?"
Rabbitface waited patiently as his late-apprentice pondered the question. "Sandtail, Briarleg, and Briarleg's apprentice. That should be enough and they're among the best hunters we have."
Each conversation he had with Lionfoot more or less turned into a lesson, as if he'd never become a warrior at all. Not that he seemed to mind. Rabbitface enjoyed it very much. "Good. Go about waking them up, then. Come see me before you leave. I want to speak with all of you."
As Lionfoot nodded and left, the Deputy turned once more and began working on another task. Before too long, he would wake up more cats, for dawn patrol and nest duty (though he'd more than likely find an apprentice for cleaning out dens and changing out nests).
He was crossing camp, heading over to the medicine cat's den, Crowflower was bound to be awake, when a mewling distracted him. Hungry mewling. A kit's mewling. Rabbitface felt the smile transform his facial features. Successfully distracted, he made a sharp turn into the nursery to look in on the kits there. Mothnose was just stirring, blinking down at her three kits. A purr of pure adoration rumbled through her, sending vibrations across the nursery floor and causing Rabbitface's toes to tingle. "They look well, Mothnose," despite the depressing cold, lack of food, and utter miserableness.
"They are well, Rabbitface. Thank you."
Gender | Tom
Age | 32 Moons
Rank | Deputy
Beliefs | Despite his greatest efforts, Rabbitface had never been one to believe in StarClan. It all just seemed very impossible to him; cats with starry pelts that walked among the stars and sent still-living cats messages and prophecies. All cats received dreams, normal dreams. What if the dreams that Medicine Cats and Leaders have sometimes are just their addled brain's imaginations? What if was all the product of some ancient brain-washing? How awkward would it be to spend your entire life working to get into StarClan and then find out that StarClan never existed? He'd most certainly never been sent any message from StarClan. Why should he, even if they did exist? He wasn't anything special.
Rabbitface doesn't have much ground for why he does not believe. He just doesn't, never had. He'd heard the stories, he'd been romanced by his father, mentor, and the elders of MeadowClan. It just never added up to him. If StarClan existed, if they were all powerful, then there should be no wars among Clan; and yet, there were. Little kits shouldn't die before they even had a chance to make up their own minds about what they believe; and yet, they did.
There just isn't enough evidence in the world to make this cat believe in starry-pelted ancestors. No way, no how.
He'd rather be a beggar than a fool.
Clan | PineClan
Parents | Mousestripe (Father; NP; Deceased) and Sand-trap (Mother; NP; Status unknown)
Siblings | Ladybird (Sister; DC; Alive)
Other Kin | Unknown
Mate | Not yet.
Crush | Not yet.
Kits | Not yet.
Apprentice/Mentor | Juncopaw
Appearance | Rabbitface is a gray-brown and white tabby tom. His head is a light brown, striped with black, with the exception of the bridge of his nose. From his chin down, excluding his left leg (which is gray and brown, striped with black), is entirely white. A white patch also separates that of his neck, leg, belly, and side (thought this area is smaller). The rest of him is a black-striped gray-brown. His tail is darker, tipped in black, and his paws are all white.
This tom is average in size, if not a bit broader around the chest and shoulder area, which gives him a forceful advantage in a battle against a smaller cat.
Rabbitface has a thick tail and long white whiskers that comes from above his eyes and his muzzle. His eyes are a dark hazel-green. They are seemingly dull and uninterested-looking.
Though he is a striped tabby, which find it easier to hide in the undergrowth of the outdoors than some cats do, it is more difficult due to the white of his fur; though he's adapted throughout his apprenticeship and warrior-hood.
Personality | Rabbitface, though he was hot-headed in his youth, is more inclined to remain calm and not jump to conclusions too quickly, as he has never witnessed doing this to be the smart thing to do.
This tom may seem very observant to others; he is always watching, always thinking. Putting two and two together and figuring out how cats are going to react to certain situations comes naturally to him and because of these things, it is easy for him to manipulate a situation, sway it more into the direction he needs it to go. He often feels guilty when he has to manipulate a situation, or a cat, for any reason. He feels that this is most dishonest. However, he will do what he needs to do without hesitation.
Rabbitface enjoys the company of others. In fact, he's hardly ever alone. He thrusts himself into others' company most randomly if he's feeling lonely, which is a feeling that can come on quite suddenly. He finds it difficult to connect with any cat, though he is not shy or distant. He's friendly and open, willing to befriend those that need a friend. He just simply has trouble getting close. It's not something that he is accustomed to and he isn't exactly sure how to go about it. In that respect, he may seem awkward or uncertain in a social or potentially intimate situation.
He puts his heart into everything he does. He gives it his all, no matter what task is at paw. What is he willing to do? Anything his Clan needs him to. His Clan, though he knows that no Clan is perfect, is very important to him and he will do anything in his power to allow them to thrive.
Rabbitface's worst enemy is, ultimately, himself and his own pride. Failing is not on his list of things to do and when he is made for a fool, there is no telling how he'll react. He may lash out at his failure, or he may withdraw and become cross or distant. He does not function well after making a mistake, no matter how small. Everything must be as perfect as possible and, due to this, he often pushes cats to their limits in his race against life's natural, inevitable mistakes.
When it comes to other cats, Rabbitface gives any cat at least one chance. First impressions are important, but he finds that taking a second look often reveals more truth and he enjoys taking the time to look again. Though he is loyal to his Clan, he isn't averse to befriending cats of other Clans. He sees nothing wrong with doing this, or even taking a mate from another Clan, if that is where his feelings lead him.
Skills | Rabbitface always had a certain talent for hunting. It had come to him so naturally. Hunting is, partially, what he's know for among the Clans.
In battle, though he is capable of defending himself and his Clan, he is not the most skilled of opponents. He's quick to process the fight at paw and knows what to do, but he is slow to react physically in a situation that requires quick thought and quick action, simultaneously. Besides, he can be clumsy at the best of times. He knows and is capable of just enough to not get himself killed and so long as he's still breathing, he's just fine!
What else might he be known for? Have you ever known this cat to lose his temper? I didn't think so. It's 'cause he doesn't. Not truly. He's taught himself, after being such a quick-to-anger young Warrior, to remain calm amid all sorts of situations.
Once he taught himself to remain calm and not rage about every little thing, he found it quite easy to see all sides of a situation...and he became quite good at doing so. Never will he look at any situation one-sided. He must view it from all angles before he makes any decisions. However, his decisions always come swiftly and without any doubt. He finds that cats are more likely to trust a leader if they're capable of making quick, informed decisions.
Special Note: Due to encountering a dog early in his warrior-hood and thinking that he could chase it away without the assistance of the rest of the patrol that he was on, Rabbitnose is almost entirely deaf in one ear and it often gives him headaches and sharp, shooting pains throughout his ear. It is painful to move his right ear, due to the damage, so it usually remains still.
Though, with this injury, it became more difficult for him to hunt, he still holds his place among the best of his Clan.
He also had one of his rear left claws torn out by the dog, as he was trying to flee to the patrol to warn them.
History | His father had been born a cat of the forest. When the Clans split up, Mousestripe had remained with his kin, not feeling right about leaving them behind. What if he were to meet them in battle one day? So, he kept to his kin. Of course, it wasn't long after that, that he met Sand-trap. The ginger and white she-cat had his heart from the day he laid his eyes on her. From then on, she was all he thought about. He lived for her, not for his Clan.
It wasn't long before she came to him, mewing about being with kit. Not kits. Kit. There was only one. Mousestripe didn't know what to do at that point. He couldn't bring his mate into his Clan. They'd never allow it! But what kind of mate would he be if he just abandoned his mate and kit?Sand-trap didn't want to join the Clan and she understood his inability to leave his lifestyle. So, after much deliberation and sacrifice on Sand-trap's behalf, it was decided that the kit, no matter what, would go to Mousestripe. It was for the best...wasn't it?
Roughly two moons later, give or take a day, Rabbit was born. It was up to Mousestripe to give him his Clan name, but his mother had named him Rabbit. The little kit remained with his mother until he was able to separate from her without being dependent on her milk, at which time he was taken by his father and raised within the Clan, under the rouse of being found abandoned by a loner she-cat. Partially true. Still, he grew to know that Mousestripe was his father. He'd never shared the Clan cats beliefs, however. He tried, so many times, but the conviction just wasn't ever there.
When Rabbitkit reached six moons of age and became an apprentice, his father left him to search for his mother. He missed her, wanted her back, couldn't live without her. Meanwhile, he'd left his son all alone with no one to turn to. When his father never returned, after a moon of waiting for him, Rabbitpaw decided to leave MeadowClan behind. He hadn't meant to cross the border into PineClan. He'd meant to go around them, in order to avoid any battles that he knew he could not win. Somehow, though, he'd stumbled and tumbled into the other Clan's borders. A patrol was quick to strike. They weren't hostile, however, as he'd expected. No. They were suspicious, of course, but he was only one apprentice. What was one apprentice going to do? Especially one so young. So, he was quick to speak up and make friends with the only apprentice in the patrol, young themselves. An invitation was thrust upon him soon after and he was quick to accept.
When he was taken to Gingerstar, he shivered in his paws. That didn't last long. He took a liking to the cats of PineClan. They seemed to understand him better than any cat ever had, including his father. So, he joined their ranks. Once he was home, he didn't care who found out. MeadowClan could know. That didn't' bother him. He had no ties there, except maybe with his mentor, and even that hadn't been very tight.
So, he grew up and became a warrior in PineClan, ever loyal even without every other cat's faith.
Role Play Example |
Oh, how he wished leafbare would end and newleaf would begin. That would put an end to half of PineClan's troubles. As he left the warrior's den behind, just minutes before the sun would rise, to get an idea of what this new day had in store for him. More work. That was fine. He didn't mind the work. He only wished that the work that was done, day after day, would be more apparent for more than a few minutes.
The fresh-kill pile was empty...again. The thorny brambles protecting the entrance had mostly all frozen and snapped. Cats were sick, herbs unavailable. Hunting parties would have to be first priority. Cats had to eat. Then border patrols. When more cats were free, maybe he could see to the camp entrance. Bed would need to be changed, warmth was necessary to keep cats healthy.
The brown, gray, and white tabby tom let out a small, slightly exasperate sigh as he took a few steps toward the pile of prey, intending on nosing through what little was there. The only good thing about leafbare is that the cold seemed to keep the prey fresher for longer. So he doubted that the few pieces were crow-food. Just before he got there, a cat exited the den behind him. He turned his head just enough to see whom it was. "Lionfoot," Rabbitface mewed, waving his tail at the younger, but stronger, tom. "How goes your dreams?"
The golden-pelted tom approached his mentor with a faint purr, only briefly running along-side the deputy. "Not too shabby," he chuckled, an ear flicking in the fresh-kill pile's direction. "I'll lead this dawn's hunting patrol, if you'd like. I'll leave immediately."
"Which cats would you take with you?"
Rabbitface waited patiently as his late-apprentice pondered the question. "Sandtail, Briarleg, and Briarleg's apprentice. That should be enough and they're among the best hunters we have."
Each conversation he had with Lionfoot more or less turned into a lesson, as if he'd never become a warrior at all. Not that he seemed to mind. Rabbitface enjoyed it very much. "Good. Go about waking them up, then. Come see me before you leave. I want to speak with all of you."
As Lionfoot nodded and left, the Deputy turned once more and began working on another task. Before too long, he would wake up more cats, for dawn patrol and nest duty (though he'd more than likely find an apprentice for cleaning out dens and changing out nests).
He was crossing camp, heading over to the medicine cat's den, Crowflower was bound to be awake, when a mewling distracted him. Hungry mewling. A kit's mewling. Rabbitface felt the smile transform his facial features. Successfully distracted, he made a sharp turn into the nursery to look in on the kits there. Mothnose was just stirring, blinking down at her three kits. A purr of pure adoration rumbled through her, sending vibrations across the nursery floor and causing Rabbitface's toes to tingle. "They look well, Mothnose," despite the depressing cold, lack of food, and utter miserableness.
"They are well, Rabbitface. Thank you."