Post by **Burn** on Dec 24, 2010 15:45:00 GMT -5
Rootclaw
Skinny, tall dark brown tom with green eyes
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Age: 21 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Medicine Cat
Clan: NightClan
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Appearance: Whether by luck or design, Rootclaw was gifted with a coloration that is a tad rare amongst clan cats. His pelt is a deep dark brown, the shade of fertile earth or tree bark after rains had saturated it. Also his pelt is quite short so, winters are a trial and summers something of a joy or this dark brown tom. His head is an equilateral triangle not framed by long fur like some cats'. His ears when he was young looked too big for his head but now fit him just right unless he's soaking wet, then they look too big again. Long-limbed and long bodied, Rootclaw is often described as scrawny especially when times are tough. The lankiness of his frame, however, makes Rootclaw quite agile and swift. He is fully capable of self-defense, despite being gifted in herbs, and has all the strength he needs to do just that.
Personality: Quiet, sensible and passionate are good words to describe Rootclaw. He loves his work and can easily brush off the disregard some warriors give him. Often keeping to himself, Rootclaw is content with silence though he enjoys company when it choses to come his way. Intelligent and soft-spoken, Rootclaw thinks before he acts and is often a good friend to any cat in the clan, though if he is wronged he has no problem making dislike known. He stands up for himself quite well, though his physical stature doesn't make him the ideal warrior, he can easily hold his own in a battle of words and wits. Rootclaw is a tom with good humor, always willing to make someone laugh or bring a little light to their day. His eyes, expressive and light, are almost always laughing and their's almost always a light note in his voice that not many cats can copy. Some will find his light-heartedness out of place for a feline that deals with illness, death and injury, but for Rootclaw it is his way of coping with those he can't save, and encouraging those he can. He doesn't throw around his authority, nor speak a scathing remark unless the one he's speaking of can't hear him. Despite popular belief, he's not a push over. Rootclaw is simply quiet in his hostility, treating everyone the same even if they give him a hard time in doing his job. He might grumble and bristle when it's just his apprentice around, but he'll seldom speak a rude word straight to someone's face.
History: Risingcloud and Gorsepelt are the parents of this handsome tom, both respectable NightClan warriors. Together they brought into the world a relatively large litter containing six kittens. There were four girls and two boys in the litter. The girls were named Nettlekit, Mothkit, Sandkit and Heatherkit. The boys were named Rootkit and Dustkit. Rootkit was a fairly normal kit, he played with his siblings, listened to elders tell stories and obeyed his parents most of the time. Around the same time this litter was born, another queen named Roseleaf bore a litter of two kits named Amberkit and Eaglekit. Eaglekit and Roseleaf died in the birthing leaving just Amberkit. Being a kind soul, Risingcloud took the little she-kit under her wing despite her own large litter. Roughly two moons or so older than Amberkit, Rootkit took her as his responsability and became quite close to her.
When he was first apprenticed, Rootpaw was to be a warrior. His mentor was a burly tabby named Raggedpelt and they got along well enough, though they had their fair share of arguements. About a moon and a half into his training, Rootpaw heard tell that a fox had taken up residence in the territory. He ignored it at first, certain the warriors would take care of it. It turned out that same day, Amberkit went missing. She was anxious to be made an apprentice and had been chomping at the bit for some time. Certain she wasn't far, Rootpaw went to track her on his own, assuring Risingcloud that he knew where she'd hide better than anyone in the clan.
Rootpaw found her. The fox had gotten her. Amberkit was wounded and Rootpaw couldn't move her without hurting her worse. Unable to help her, unwilling to leave her alone to get help, Rootpaw had no way to save her. Minutes after he found her, Amberkit died. Rootpaw carried her body back to camp, sat vigil with her and his other siblings, and buried her with Risingcloud the next morning. When they came back from the burial, Rootpaw went to the clan leader and asked to be made a medicine cat apprentice. He didn't want to be weak anymore. Didn't want to be unable to help. In losing Amberkit, he found his calling.
The medicine cat at the time, a wire-coated old tabby named Halfear, saw the fire in Rootpaw's eyes and agreed to take the too-old apprentice under his wing with the approval of their ancestors. Rootpaw ended his training with Raggedpelt and threw himself into becoming a medicine cat under the teaching of Halfear. When he was thirteen moons old, Halfear died in his sleep. For the second time in his life, Rootpaw sat vigil for a loved one and buried them in dawn's light. He took his place as NightClan's medicine cat and was named Rootclaw.
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