Post by Jay on Jul 6, 2011 15:00:55 GMT -5
coldheart
--- a small, completely white tom with forest-green eyes.
Age: 30 moons.
Gender: Male
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Medicine Cat? -auditioning-
Appearance:
Coldheart is a very small size for a tom cat, with his short legs and not very muscular body. He, of course, doesn’t need any muscles, since medicine cats rarely fight. But, being the stuck-up cat he is, he loves to brag about how very strong he is, even though he’s far from that.
This tom’s fur and eyes definitely make up for his miniscule size. His fur is short and completely white, with not a trace of another colour on it. This bright white colour doesn’t help him camouflage at all with his brown and green surroundings. Because of this, Coldheart is absolutely awful at hiding. Any cat can easily spot his white fur from far away, even if he chose a good hiding spot in the tall pine forest. If he were a warrior, then he would have been awful at hunting. Any living creature could easily spot him from many fox-lengths away, which greatly irritates this arrogant tom.
Coldheart’s round eyes match the leaves of a tree, which are full of many different shades of green and yellow flecks. They stand out from the rest of his average body, which is mostly white and pink. He is very fond of his eyes, often commenting about how gorgeous they and the rest of his body is.-- 217 words
Personality:
[/justify][/blockquote]Most of the time, Coldheart can act very arrogant and stuck-up. He thinks he’s the smartest, most good-looking cat in ShadowClan, even though he’s far from that. He often criticizes his younger clanmates about their skills and shows them how they could be better, although he doesn’t act kind while doing this. Even though he’s had so little fighting and hunting training, he still believes that he’s much better at these skills than the apprentices and warriors of the Clan. He even thinks that he’s so amazing at being a medicine cat than the other Clans, often pointing this out when he speaks with them. This can get on many cat’s nerves, but Coldheart can’t help it. His favourite subject is himself, and he doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut for more than a couple moments.
Whenever retelling a story, Coldheart loves to over-exaggerate everything. If he accidentally ran into a fox and fled, he’ll change the story quite a bit and put himself in a more heroic position. For example, he might say that he saved a kit’s life while the fox nearly bit of his tail, then turned around with his long claws outstretched, scratching them across the fox’s muzzle. In reality his claws are very dull, and he would run at the sight of a fox. But, if he told the story like it really happened, who would want to listen to it?
Even though Coldheart isn’t the oldest cat in the Clan, he loves bossing his other clanmates around. Every chance he gets, he'll order someone to do something, even if they're older and much more experienced than him. This can probably get very annoying to the older cats, yet Coldheart can't help it. Because of this, he has a hard time taking orders from someone else. He'll only do what he wants to do, not what some other cat told him.
As well as being arrogant, Coldheart is very stubborn. If he doesn't get his way he will not give up until he does. He often acts before thinking, which causes him to get in many dangerous situations. Whenever somebody tries to help him out of these situations, he'll often refuse the aid, insisting that he is fine and doesn't need their useless help.
Other Clan cats disgust Coldheart, who dislikes going even a mouse-length near them. He hates their unfamiliar smell, often telling them how much they stink compared to him and his clanmates. Despite being often rude to ShadowClan cats, he defends them in front of other Clans. Deep down, he cares about his clanmates, but he would never dare reveal this side of him to anyone. He is very loyal, despite what other cats say about him, and he would never befriend anyone from another Clan, even a medicine cat.
On the outside Coldheart acts all brave and strong, but when faced with a dangerous situation, he’ll whimper and flee. The thought of death frightens him so much that he’d rather let a clanmate die instead of him. He loves living, like most cats, which makes him frightened of StarClan. He doesn’t tell anyone about his fear of the all-powerful ancestors, though. He keeps it to himself, along with his other fear.
Like many medicine cats, he is deathly afraid of being responsible for a death. A cat had only died in his care once, and he had grieved for moons, even though he hardly even spoke to that clanmate. He knew he could have saved that cat if he had worked harder, and he fears that they would punish him while in StarClan.-- 598 words
Family:
» Heatherfang – mother – deceased
» Iceclaw – father –deceased
» Whitetail – brother –unknown
» Fawnpaw – sister – deceased
History:
» kithood
As a kit, Coldheart was always leading his siblings into trouble. He, Whitetail and Fawnpaw often made a mess in the medicine cat den, causing the current medicine cat to hiss and yell in fury. Coldheart often found this amusing, while his weaker littermates found it terrifying. After a few times of sneaking into the medicine cat den, their mother eventually told them off. Heatherfang and their father, Iceclaw were kind at times, but very strict. Heatherfang scared off Whitetail and Fawnpaw from ever entering the den again, while Coldheart simply laughed it off. After that, he could never again convince his littermates to go mess up the herb storage or explore the warrior’s den again. So he did it by himself, without their help. He got into trouble many times, but he didn’t care at all. It was very amusing for him, to see the older warrior’s reactions to his adventures.
By Coldheart’s third moon, he had gotten very bored of the nursery. He had stopped bothering the medicine cat, instead helping him out with collecting herbs and healing his boring clanmates. He liked this much better than the dangerous life of a warrior, because even as a kit Coldheart was terrified of dying. He had been so close to death when he had been born, cold and lifeless until his mother’s rhythmic licking had warmed him.
» apprenticeship
No one was surprised when Flameheart, the medicine cat at the time, took on Coldheart as an apprentice. The two of them often argued with their clashing personalities. Coldheart was stubborn and arrogant while Flameheart was kind and open-minded. They had often argued about minor, unimportant things, like the best way to clean a wound or to stop infections. Coldheart had caught on quickly; surprised to find out that he was a fast-learner with herbs, unlike the fighting skills his father had taught him as a kit.
Life never stood the same for long, and eventually tragedy struck for the now apprentice aged Coldheart. Fawnpaw was sweet, young, and definitely didn’t deserve her death. She had died from an older, much more experienced RiverClan warrior in battle. She was not prepared to fight back with the vicious warrior; her wounds were so bad that she had not made it back to camp, instead dying on the battlefield with her father, Iceclaw. He had died to protect his only daughter, sending Heatherfang into grief. She too had died moons later from Greencough, a medicine cat’s nightmare.
Coldheart had never been close to his family, yet he did miss them deep inside. He didn’t let this side of him show to anyone, though. He would never let any cat know how much he missed cuddling next to his mother or sharing a vole with his sister. Even though he still had Whitetail, the two of them had drifted apart, rarely conversing any more.
» full medicine cat
The day Coldheart became a full medicine cat was a cheerful occasion for him, although he wished his mother and father could have been there for him. Flameheart had retired to the elder’s den a sunrise after the ceremony, saying he was too old to put up with Coldheart anymore. Flameheart had died of old age only a few moons afterwards, leaving Coldheart as the sole medicine cat of ShadowClan.
For moons, Coldheart healed his annoying clanmates and searched for herbs in the always-damp pine forest. He was actually a bit more mature than he had been as a kit, but not by much. Meanwhile, Whitetail was hiding a dark secret. His brother had been sneaking out at midnight, meeting a she-cat by the name of Saila. She was a rouge and had travelled far to reach the clan’s lands. The two of them had gotten along extremely well, and not before long Saila was expecting kits. At once, Whitetail left the clan. To this day, nobody knows what happened to him, including Coldheart.-- 653 words
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