Post by shiningheart on Jul 30, 2011 20:30:34 GMT -5
Tawnystripe
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Name: Tawnystripe
Gender: She-cat
Age: 33 moons
Clan: ShadowClan
Ranking: Medicine Cat
Description:
Personality:
Tawnystripe's tongue is just as sharp, if not sharper, than her claws. She's been known to make grown cats run away with her words alone. It's something she's quite proud of, and will use even on cats of high authority than her. At least her sharpness ensures that her patients listened to her when she told them to stay down.
Either that or they were afraid of her temper. Tawnystripe has always been famous, or infamous depending on how you look at it, for her temper. Even the smallest of things will cause Tawnystripe to be angry, and her wrath is just as frightening as StarClan's. Even at Gatherings, the other Clans steer clear of annoying her. Yes, she would never break a truce, but she was still scary enough to send apprentices scurrying after their mentors.
And Tawnystripe never feels sympathetic about it. That's not to say she has no conscience, but she isn't the type to be swayed by a sad story. If someone's lost their parents, she'll say, "You're still alive, aren't you? Get used to it, half-pint, death is as much a part of life as living."
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History:
Graypatch and Hawkstep were two of the most respected warriors in the Clan. It would make sense that they'd found enough common ground to fall in love with each other and have kits. They had three kits: Tawnykit, Briarkit, and Hollykit, in that order. Tawnykit had the same tawny-and-brown coat she does now. Briarkit was an exact copy of Graypatch, down to each white hair and gray splotches. Hollykit's pelt was black as deep water.
Graypatch loved her kits more than life itself. She was always kind to them, loving and caring no matter what they did. Yes, she scolded them and grounded them like a regular mother, but she was always back to normal the next day. Hawkstep was just as proud as his kits, and visited his family regularly. Both parents were proud when all made apprentices,
Tawnypaw could never explain exactly why she wanted to be a medicine cat. She was never the most patient of cats, and hearing someone complain too much always annoyed her. Whenever she was asked why she made the decision she did, she'd always just shrug and say, "I don't know. It was like the herbs were calling me. I know it's weird, so stop asking me!"
Her mentor, the medicine cat before her, was a tom named Flamesoul. He was a jolly old cat, a ginger tabby with green eyes that always seemed to sparkle with kittish excitement. It was more than apparent that between the two, Tawnypaw was the mature one. He only acted like a medicine cat when it was a life or death situation.
Tawnypaw didn't lose her first patient until she was 11 moons old, a moon before her siblings got their warrior names. A battle had broken out with one of the other Clans. One of the senior warriors, a tom named Falconstrike, had died beneath her paws. For a few days, Tawnypaw was held down by guilt. Then her mentor cuffed her upside the head and told her what she's famous for now. "You're still alive, aren't you? Get used to it, half-pint, death is as much a part of life as living." It sounded a lot nicer coming from him than it does from her now.
A moon later, her brother and sister became warriors. Briarpatch was given his name in honor of their mother, who had been killed on a Thunderpath. Hollynight was named for her black pelt and the fact that she's pretty much invisible in the dark. Tawnypaw was proud of her siblings, and was the loudest of their Clan when they yowled their names. She would wait for three more moons before receiving her medicine cat name.
Medicine Cat
Tawnystripe was named, rather fittingly, for the tawny stripes that ripple across her body. She carried the new name proudly before Flamesoul announced his retirement to the elder's den. He was certain that he taught her well enough to handle her position with ease. And she has, throughout all of these moons.
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