Post by Chaos on Nov 22, 2012 17:21:32 GMT -5
honeysong
[/b][/size]named for the color of her fur and love of early morning bird song[/font]
[/center]AGE twenty-five moons
GENDER she-cat
RANK medicine cat
CLAN forestclan
LOOKSa long, slim she-cat with pale orange and white fur. Her bright green eyes often shine with kindness and understanding, comforting others without words. She has a long tail that helps with balance, allowing her to easily climb trees and run quite fast. Although not a big cat, Honeysong has strong paws and legs.
LIKES
+ helping others
+ feeling needed
+ giving advice
+ speaking with StarClan
+ early morning bird song
+ being important
+ being complimented
+ listening to problems
+ gathering herbs
DISLIKES
- losing cats she can't treat
- seeing others ignored
- needless violence
- being unable to help
- fighting between clanmates
- being insulted
- being told she is wrong
FEARS
- being unable to treat a disease or illness
- breaking a promise
- being unable to help a clanmate
- betraying the trust of a fellow cat
- being unable to understand StarClan
- losing her position as Medicine Cat.
HOPES
+ to be remembered after death
+ to learn all there is to know about herbs and treatments
+ to be considered an important part of the Clan
OVERALLSoft of voice and paw, Honeysong seems always to be there when she is needed. She strives to understand the emotions and fears of those around her, although she is in no way intrusive. Quiet herself, Honeysong is a good listener and tries to offer others advice she thinks will help them.
As a medicine cat, Honeysong works hard to see that her Clan is well cared for. She ensures she listens attentively to each and every problem and does her best to help. She is often distraught when she loses a patient. Honeysong is known for being especially gentle while treating kits.
When confronted with a fight, Honeysong strives to understand what has created it and quietly works things out. She never raises her voice, believing that shouting will only serve to worsen things.
PAST
It was a sunny afternoon that bought two kits into the world, much to the delight of loving mates Berryheart and Gingerclaw. Berryheart named her first kit after the color of the little she-cat's fur: Honeykit. The second she-cat was called Sparrowkit. The Clan welcoming their two newest additions warmly, long before the appearance of CloudClan.
With the gentle guidance of their parents, Honeykit and Sparrowkit learned all they needed to know. The two she-cats grew quickly, always growing closer and closer at the same time. They shared everything together, from prey to secrets and there was no fight that could keep them angry at each other for long.
Both young cats were excited by the prospect of becoming warriors, and they were apprenticed on the same day when they turned six moons. Honeypaw and Sparrowpaw were still inseparable, training and hunting together every chance they got. Unfortunately, Berryheart and Gingerclaw were becoming further and further apart. The two siblings were heartbroken when their parents were no longer mates, however they were still loved equally.
When Honeypaw and Sparrowpaw had come to terms with their parent's loss of love for each other, but she-cats plunged back into the training. Sparrowpaw and Honeypaw excelled at fighting and made a formidable team when they fought together. But Honeypaw felt that something was missing from her life.
After having a long talk with Sparrowpaw one day, Honeypaw decided to go out into the forest and hunt alone. It was then that Honeypaw found what she was truly meant for. Thymewhisker, ForestClan's medicine cat, was also out amongst the trees. He was searching for chervil, a herb he needed for a birthing queen. Frantic and almost at his wit's end, Honeypaw found him muttering furiously to himself beside a fallen tree. After offering to help, Honeypaw found the herb almost instantly. From that day forward, Thymewhisker kept a close eye upon the apprentice.
Halfway though her warrior training, Thymewhisker was sent a sign by StarClan. He asked Honeypaw to become the medicine cat apprentice. At first Honeypaw declined, terrified that she would not be good enough and that Sparrowpaw would be devastated by the news. However, once Honeypaw had explained the situation to Sparrowpaw after several days of brooding, her sister convinced her to agree.
Honeypaw became the medicine cat apprentice and started learning how to treat injured and ill clanmates. Astounded at how much easier she learned herb names and remedies than hunting techniques and battle moves, Honeypaw found that the ache of longing in her chest suddenly went away.
Thymewhisker helped her for many moons before he fell sick with greencough. Honeypaw was unable to save him and just before he died, he gave Honeypaw her medicine cat name of Honeysong. With his last words he reminded Honeysong that she could do anything she was of a mind to do, and that it had been StarClan that had chosen her.
Sparrowpaw, now Sparrowpetal, helped Honeysong see that Thymewhisker would never be far and that StarClan had foreseen that she would be able to carry the responsibility of being a medicine cat.
Honeysong has only been a full medicine cat for nine moons, and she still has much to learn. She strives to do what is best and believes StarClan bought CloudClan here for a reason.
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OTHER
Mud could hardly breathe. He dragged air through his throat with ragged wheezes. He was lying on his stomach, his paws splayed out as if he were some sort of cat rug. His dark fur was matted and his skin torn in many places. He had been travelling for moons with little knowledge of where he was. When he had seen the field where the large, four-legged things grazed, he made for it. Not that he knew why. Usually it was second nature to stay away from two-legs, but perhaps living amongst them had deadened his fear a little.
Now, it didn't matter. Mud couldn't have cared if two-legs had come to kill him like they had his mother. He was past exhausted. He hadn't eaten for so long his ribs were clear through his fur. Water seemed like a distant memory. His tongue was as rough as a thunderpath. The large tom gasped another breath before his eyes rolled back and he passed out.
. . . .
The sweet, damp scent of rain was what jolted him back into the cruel world. A raindrop landed on his nose, sliding down his muzzle. Feebly, he licked at it, trying to drink the moisture. Thunder rumbled distantly, growling in the sky. Mud almost choked with relief. The steady patter of water droplets on the dark earth filled his ears with a sound he had never thought to hear again. He watched through fuzzy eyes as the four-legged beasts frolicked in the rain.
But he wasn't grateful for the fun, he was thankful that this rain would give him life. He rolled over on his back, tossing himself around in the wet dirt that had given him his name. A puddle gathered in a dip nearby and Mud dragged himself toward it. He lapped at the cold pool, looking down at his face. He barely recognised himself. He looked so different from the cat who had lived in the two-leg place.
After some time, Mud was able to get to his paws. He was shaky at first, but within a few moments he was padding through the rain. The water soaked gloriously into his fur and trickled into his muzzle. His whiskers twitched with relief. Perhaps all was not lost. He made his way forward, scrambling beneath a fence and making his way at a steady lope to where the ground dipped away.
When he reached the far side of the field, and stood at the top of the hill, he could hardly believe his eyes. Open space stretched away from his paws, turning to trees in some areas and grassy plains in others. A jagged line of mountains tore at the sky to his left and there were rolling hills to his right. Mud blinked. "Prey," he murmured.
The brown tom padded slowly down the slope, making for the forest he could see. Surely there would be some mice there? He could only guess.
With the thunder rumbling and the air sweet with the rain, Mud's life began anew ... and it was filled with something he hadn't had in a long time. Hope.
