Post by arcanine on Apr 22, 2013 19:42:25 GMT -5
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MY OUTSIDE
Name: Maplestripe
Age: 48 moons/ four years
Clan: RockClan
Rank:Medicine Cat
Gender: She-cat
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Breed:Mutt
Eye color: Green
Pelt color: Tabby
Markings: (if scars count) A kinked tail, half an ear missing, and a few small scars.
Height: 9 inches
Weight:9 poundsMY INSIDE
[li] Sleeping
[/li][li] Sunbathing
[/li][li] Doing what she wants when she wants
[/li][li] Ignoring idiots
[/li][li] getting others to do what she wants
[/li][li] avoiding trouble/ responsibility
[/li][li] cats with common sense (not always smart cats)
[/li][li] Doing her job uninterrupted
[/li][li] herb hunting during warm days
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[li] Heavy snow
[/li][li] kits in her den (their mothers too)
[/li][li] Having to patch up idiots who deserve what they got
[/li][li] Newleaf coming late
[/li][li] Death of her Clanmates
[/li][li] Foxes
[/li][li] Snakes
[/li][li] waking up early
[/li][li] being yelled at in general
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Personality:
Crude
Lady like and serene, this cat is not. She’s as loud and rude as any seasoned elder. She doesn’t care for polite rules, in fact, she takes a great joy in smashing this into the faces of those she stands around. She doesn’t give a rat’s ass if you’re the bloody leader, she’s still going to tell you what’s what, and you had better damn well listen to her. Respect is something she gives rather grudgingly, and when she does, you had better look real close to notice it, ‘cause it’s almost imposable to see. Those she loathes however, you can tell in a heart beat. She’s downright antagonistic towards them, and takes great joy in doing so. Despite her crude and rude nature, she isn’t cruel. She’s not going to make a wailing kit explode it’s lungs wailing harder. She’s not so good at actually comforting those that need to be comforted, but she’s quite good at pretending she knows how to do just that. Even if it comes off a bit awkward and rather stiff. It’s not something she enjoys doing, but she knows she has to do it, unless they haven’t seen her yet. Then, she can just walk away, like she hasn’t seen them. She also has a good sense of humor, and enjoys a laugh now and then.
Lazy
Lazy is as lazy does. Not in her work, of course, but in just about everything else. She enjoys sleeping, eating, and just relaxing when she can. She also rather enjoys a round of gossip within the Clan, and often is seen mingling with common Clan cats at gatherings, to get the scoop going on. If you can’t find her in camp, or gathering herbs, or even training her apprentice, then she’s probably at sunning rocks, snoozing away, ‘cause she can, and it’s a nice place to do so. She’s also not the most long winded of cats. She’s going to say what she’s going to say, and that’ll be it. She doesn’t care to repeat herself in any form or fashion, so it’s probably best for those listening to her to pay attention.
Gentle
While she isn't the most compassionate cat around, she isn't going to intentionally harm another cat. She finds those that do intentionally harm a cat, rather foolish. After all, they all have to struggle for survival, at least Clan cats, and to mortally wound another just seems rather, wrong. When she stands still to think about her past long enough, it almost amuses her to think that she was one of those kits who wanted to show her stuff, to prove to other Clan cats that she was one of the most dangerous cats out there. However, that doesn't mean she's unwilling to protect herself or those that need protecting. Maplestripe also won't walk away from a baby animal, that is in pain, or lost. If she can't help it, she'll put it's misery to an end, but for the most part, she wouldn't want to kill it. It is a new life, and to this cat, new life is one of the most sacred of things, aside from StarClan.
Talkative
Talking, talking, talking. Maplestripe is always talking, and she's sure got the gift of the gab. She talks to herself when she's alone, she talks to others when they're there. She enjoys the sound of a voice, and perhaps she talks to herself to stave off the sound of silence. She would say, if asked, it reminds her far too much of when she was attacked as an apprentice, but she sticks to the claim that she just enjoys the sound of a good voice. Always willing to strike up a conversation with anyone, it gives the idea that she's pretty friendly, which, I suppose, she is. She has a cynical streak as wide as she is small, and that tends to get dragged into a conversation. She loves to hear a good story, and loves even more if it's a good romance. She's a sucker for love, and though she's not looking for it herself, she loves to hear about it.
Limitations: She doesn't like going out of camp by herself, and tends to drag anyone who isn't doing something with her. She doesn't have the best sense of smell, and her hearing is somewhat off.
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MY HISTORY
Family:
Mother: Poppywhisker - deceased
Father: Shadefur. - rockclan warrior
Siblings: Reedwhisker(m), Owlcall(m) - rockclan warriors
History:
kit
Maplestripe was not born as she is now. She wasn’t born with a torn ear and kinked tail. No,she was born Maplekit, perfect, along side her two brothers, Reedkit and Owlkit, perfectly healthy, other than being a runt. . Her parents were two healthy, loyal RockClan cats, who tried their best to raise them up right. Her mother, Poppywhisker, and her father, Duskclaw, were as proud as they could be to have three healthy little kits. At least, as healthy as their sons were, and their runt daughter. Her mother dotted on her, and seemed to overshadow her youngest kit where ever she went. It was enough to drive a rowdy kit like her insane. Her brothers, were rough and tumble, and she was more than happy to jump in. However, her mother was the one to tug her away from the play, telling her it was far too rough. She never did understand why her mother kept such a close eye on her. At least, until her brothers were play far too roughly, and she was squealing for them to get off her, so she could retaliate. Not that they thought of it that way. They just thought she wanted to go running back to Poppywhisker, terrified of her older brothers.
However, she merely wanted a chance to get on her feet and show them just how formidable she could be. She made both Reedkit and Owlkit squeal once or twice, but it wasn’t long before they had her at their combined mercy yet again. She loved playing rough with her siblings, and she never did seem to grasp the fact that ladies aren’t supposed to do such things.
Apprentice:
She and her two brothers were appointed the names, Maplepaw, Owlpaw, and Reedpaw on their sixth moon, and honestly, they were so well groomed their father joked that he didn’t even recognize them. Her mother watched with pride and joy as all three of her kits were given mentors. The joke was on her, as her dreams and hopes of actually being one of the bests cats in the forest, of one day becoming 'Maplestar', were dashed on the cold rocks of reality. Snowtail being the one to joyfully smash her dream to tiny, itty bitty pieces. For a long time, she resented the older cat for choosing her. What was so special about her? She had wanted to be a warrior, and instead, the cat that was stuck in camp most of the day, chose her. She was less than thrilled in any form or fashion.
A few moons after her jailor, (read Snowtail), chose her, there was an accident that changed her life forever. A couple of older fox kits came across her, and figured she was too close to a meal they'd left for a moment. They tore into her, though they were taught a lesson by a patrol of cats but not before it had cost her part of her left ear, and broken her tail. Snowtail was far from happy with his apprentice. He had told her to wait for him, or to at least avoid the scent of foxes, assuming she knew what they smelled like. He was sad his apprentice had been hurt, but he was far from pitying the foolish young female. He couldn't blame her, and even when she was still recovering, he made her learn.
She wasn't the fastest learner in history, and there was a time or two that she was snapped at for not knowing the correct answer, even after so long into her apprenticeship. The first winter she endured, it was a hard winter. Starvation and illness ran through the Clans, falling many with a single touch. She lost her mother that leaf-bare, and her father seemed to withdraw into himself after that. Her brothers were rattled, but the death of family, still didn't allow them to linger on grief. The entire Clan had to push onward, through the pain of loss, as Poppywhisker wasn't the first or last to die that leaf-bare.
Snowtail and she, never really did have a completely loving bond. They were closer to passive aggressive, with affectionate under tones. As he trained her, she learned what she could, and attempted things to do her way. Half the time this ended badly, and other times, eh, not so bad. However, she learned that her mentor was right, and perhaps he was her mentor for a reason. She wasn't overly inquisitive, content to let things be what they were. She knew she wouldn't ever win a contest of smarts, but she didn't consider herself stupid.
Medicine Cat
When Snowtail declared her ready for her name, she called him a liar and a mouse-brain. He in return, informed her that she was loud-mouthed and a brat, and that he would know these things better than she. When she asked him just how many apprentices he had had, he promptly batted her over the head with one paw. She had been terrified, honestly, that they would reject her. That she wouldn’t get a name, but yet, at almost 20 moons, Maplepaw finally became Maplestripe. It was, interesting, to say the least, but when they returned home, life wasn’t as bad as she thought it was.
Snowtail passed when she was almost thirty-five moons, and when he did, Maplestripe felt her world crashing around her. The first time she saw him with stars in his pelt, she had actually smiled and asked him how it was. He told her she’d find out in her own time, and that there were actual important things to discuss. This led to a mild argument, something about ‘trying to be sentimental’ and her spitting something about ‘how this wasn’t the time for that, mouse-brain!’ Regardless, she picked up his mantle, and carried on.
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