Mewey
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Post by Mewey on Mar 18, 2010 1:03:10 GMT -5
I. GENERAL
/NAME Applepaw
/EXPLANATION
'Apple'- a prefix that sounds as colorful as she is.
'paw'- automatic.
/AGE 10 moons.
/GENDER She-cat
/CLAN RiverClan
/RANK Medicine Apprentice
II. PHYSIQUE
/PICTURE click
/EYE COLOR Green
/FUR COLOR Calico and tabby
/APPEARANCE
Another tabby and calico cat? Indeed, Applepaw is a perfect disarray of dark tabby stripes, bright ginger flashes, and a big ol' white underbelly on four snow-dipped paws. She's slightly larger than you might find most she-cats; and with strong shoulders and well-muscled limbs, the word 'feminine' might not leap right to mind. But she owns her appearance like any true big-headed cat would, and the swagger with which she steps and the gleam that lights her green eyes leaves no doubt that she likes to work her, em, 'beauty' with the best of them. A refined head rather helps negate her stout shape, and brings back a touch of delicacy to her overall image. Her face, while holding a certain measure of intelligence irrepresibly carried by any medicine cat, seems to glow with the innocence and vastly open mind of a kit. But tread carefully when around this cat, because that wide-eyed, round-eared face of curiousity might turn around and twist in the blink of eye into some dark and leering monster, should she be so inclined. (But it's all in the name of fun... sort of.) Her voice is somewhat low for your typical she-cat; and while far short of hypnotic, it has a certain lilt to it that tends to snag the focus of its listeners upon its odd melody. It's also worth noting that formidable as her size may be, her white-coated paws are probably the larger worry. They can dance to such a quick two-step quiver, your mind will blur with trails of white before you realize she's already since stopped, and is quivering like a hyper-energized kit behind you. (This excellent knack for evasion comes in supremely helpful for a cat that doesn't fight, as you can imagine.)
III. PERSONA
/LIKES
- A lounge in the sun- who doesn't?
- Learning. Herbs and uses, treatment methods, tricks for cultivating and storing plants, sociology of the Clan, secret spots for rare herb clumps, prophecies and signs from StarClan; the more knowledge, the better.
- Skill. Those warriors think they're so amazing, but face them with an epidemic of greencough sweeping through the Clan and striking down cats by the hour, and they're suddenly more helpless than a nursery full of kits. Figures.
- Thinking. Using one's brain. Emotional cats are annoying; try some sense, will you? Yes, you can be sad for a little while if you like, but the world won't end because some cat you knew passed on to StarClan before you; and if the world is ending, wailing like newborns sure isn't going to help you survive! If you stop and think about the situation, you might actually come up with a productive solution-- just saying.
- Pushing the warriors; I may be an apprentice, but I don't have to listen to you.
- Stressful situations. Sounds odd, I know, but not only do stressful times invigorate me and get my adrenaline moving, but they show my current skill on levels never even approached by lesser circumstances.
/DISLIKES
- My social skills. Who knew being a medicine apprentice would distance me so much from the other, warrior ones? I'm a social she-cat; I enjoy gossiping and passing the time with friends as much as the next cat. But it seems like I can barely hold a normal conversation with my old nursery friends, anymore. Sometimes I just feel so... alone.
- Indecision. Such a useless waste of time, I won't even speak of it.
- Authority. I just despise being told what to do. Unless you're [insert RiverClan meddicine cat], that is. ([He/She] actually knows what [he/she]'s talking about.)
- Intolerance. Just another word for mouse-brained, narrow-minded, and obstinate.
/FLAWS
- Unwittingly anti-social. She just doesn't communicate with others very well; she always ends up putting them down, usually unintentionally and unconsciously.
- Isolated. It's hard, when the group your own age can't keep up with you, and the group that keeps up with you looks down at your youth and lack of experience.
- Abusive of her power. She knows that medicine cats have value above the average warrior, and she doesn't hesitate to exploit this conception to its very limits; even on the senior Clanmates.
- Lazy. Work just isn't very appealing to this she-cat, when compared to a lovely nap in the sunlight.
- Impatient. Enough said.
/PERSONALITY
Applepaw's a bit of a... bad medicine cat. Not that she dislikes the role, nor that she's tossed her duties to the side; she's incredibly attentive, sharp-minded, observant, and a keen learner. But she just doesn't seem to harbor an ounce of shame in that vast mind of hers, and that tends to lead her paws down some rather unflattering paths-- namely, paths of abusing her rank within the Clan, and the special circumstances that comes with it.
First off, Applepaw is a cat in complete confidence; so much so, in fact, that it has spilled over into a vague sense of total superiority over those around her. Now, she doesn't parade about, blatantly flourishing her opinion of paramounce as some rude, condescending she-cat might. Rather, she suggests this notion of highness in subtle, unintended ways, like in the blatant confidence she holds towards her 'unfaultering' memory, or the fearlessness with which she approaches her everyday dilemnas, knowing she'll come out of anything great and still on top. Doubt is a laughable joke for this kitty; and if she ever is faced with a situation she is uncertain about, she has the confidence to look to her heart in complete faith for the answer. And whatever guidance she may find there, she knows with all positivity it is the correct thing to do.
Of course, this superiority comes with its share of downfalls; and for Applepaw, the major backfiring lies in her absolute loathing of authority, and her tendency to simply... ignore it. In her mind, she is so above the other cats that their directions or thoughts simply don't deserve her respect, or even her aknowledgement. (Discipline, from a deputy? How amusing! Yes, she's very sorry she took a nap instead of helping the apprentices clean out the dirty nursery moss, but no, she shan't go tend to the elder's den for the rest of the day, as the marrow is in desperate need of replenishing and she's the only one capable of collecting it right now. It's just something you wouldn't understand. So, so sorry.) Of course, this defiance gets on the supreme nerves of warriors and deputies alike, and has definitely lowered her popularity in RiverClan; her squeezing out of tedious duties and many the attempted disciplines has also unfavored her with the younger cats, as well. But the ignorance stops when it comes to her own mentor, [insert RiverClan medicine cat], or any other full medicine cat (or leader-- sometimes); seeing as these cats actually have some decent intelligence, Applepaw deems them worthy enough to listen to.
There is a definite streak of leisure in this she-cat; she enjoys lounging about in the sun probably a bit too much, and will often times be caught napping during moments she shouldn't. This laid-back nature, however, often helps her to keep a clear mind in stressful situations, and you shall rarely, if ever, see this apprentice become signifigantly frazzled. Conversely, though, it also stirs in the calico a notion of carelessness. Often, Applepaw will choose to simply ignore what others might put importance or urgency upon, ruling it off with her own level of priority rather than mind it with the value of another's.
Still, this tabby she-cat is very endeared to her task of medicining the Clan. She feels the position is incredibly empowering, and a noble undertaking for any cat. Perhaps she is fonder of the sense of importance she can take in her work rather than the actual act of bettering a sickened's conditions; either way, the skill with which she executes her practice is undeniable. She faces each new ailment like a challenge, and one she must find the answer to, in order to win. This compelling will to 'win' can, on the rare occasion, become so forceful it shall drive the she-cat to a near obsession in order to find the solution, entailing isolation from all others, including her mentor, as well as startling, one-pointed focus of her mind for long periods. And when she finds said solution, as she always does (at least, so far), her triumph seems more placed in the fact that she has beaten her challenge than in seeing the ailed walk out of her den alive and supple once more. When it comes down to it, though, Applepaw will never lose the sparkle of warmth helping another will lend you, however small it may grow in her self-driven heart. Strangely enough, Applepaw seems only to harbor this competitivness with herself, and is rather bluntly unaffected by any sort of petty and naive challenge from another cat.
Logical thinking really rules this she-cat's mind, talking down emotion to a dull underflow at the back of her consious. Most matters are completely business to Applepaw; even her moments of lazing around are rarely fun, simply relaxingly enjoyable. This she-cat sees emotions as a sort of waste; neither productive nor useful, notions like sadness or anger seem like nothing but a personal hinderence. But seeing as Applepaw is not heartless, she still feels the inescapable emotions like guilt or loss, clinging unbidden to her pelt with heavy claws. But the she-cat does her best to rid herself of these emotions as quickly and cleanly as possible, respecting both their uselessness and their difficulty to dislodge; she carries this endeavor over to other cats, as well, holding little regard or sympathy for other's feelings, and maintaining an apathetic strictness when dealing with any onslaught of over-emotional fools.
As far as social skills go, Applepaw is rather lacking, despite her good intentions. She has an inane tendency, when talking with other cats, to make them feel put-down, entirely without meaning to. Unrecognized by the apprentice, she emits a softly paramount aura. Though there isn't a trace of condescension in her tone or haughtiness in the angle of her nose, those placid green eyes seem to stare at their subject with a placative edge in their depths, as if listening to your less-intelligent words is a great benevolance on her part. Likewise, she is rather oblivious, or simply indifferent, to the words she says, and what effects they might have upon a cat beneath the surface. Brazen, offensive, embarrassing-- this she-cat will keep right on talking until she has finished what she wanted to say, and then stare at you with an uncertain look in her eyes as to why you are suddenly indignant with her. (Her sense of humor, as well, has a tendency to get under a cat's skin, as she mostly enjoys jokes at other's expenses.) And though she has often upon a time made a cat feel stupid and more than slighted throughout the course of a conversation, the sheer kindliness and sociability in her emblazoned personality seems to keep at bay the edge of the sting from her unconscious snubbing.
IV. HISTORY
/PARENTS
Father/ Bearheart / Alive- NPC
Mother/ Tansyleaf / Alive - NPC
/SIBLINGS
Sister/ Birdpaw/ Alive- NPC
/HISTORY
Applekit was born under the light of the moon; as in, outside of the den. But that was Tansyleaf, wandering off upon her moonlit strolls in the worst of times, compelled by some unknown necessity for some quiet time to herself. She always said the leaves of the night cast shadows that, moving with unfeltered whispers of the wind, called out to her, begging her to dance with their softly swaying, outstretched limbs and flicks. She said that the moon, hanging low over the tops of the willow trees, watched over her like no cat on nightwatch ever could. She said that the sound of the river, soft water murmuring over the worn-smooth rocks and sandy banks, would forever be more welcome to her ears than the wheezing breath of another fat queen in the darkness of the RiverClan nursery. And the smells, she said; the smells caught her like no other sense could, sweeping her up into a another place, a different time, riding a breeze of thick and wonderful fragrance to the most figmented universe a cat might possibly dream up. An exoctic place where no two pawsteps looked the same, and around every corner was something to be found, something unexpected and amazing.
It was amid the scents-- the peat of the sweating dock bush, the fishy sting of the horsetail clump just steps away, the far-off sweetness of the willow leaves, and the wet dusk radiating off the river-slicked mud banks-- that Applekit came to this world, followed by her smaller and paler sister, Birdkit. Tansyleaf would tell them, later on, how their soft, newborn fur seemed to absorb the moonlight like shining warriors of StarClan; how the river, sailing by just tail-lengths away, seemed to quicken with excitement at their birthing, the water chattering great promises to their still-deaf ears; how, off in the recesses of the forest, a brave-souled mockingbird broke into grand song, awarding Birdkit her namesake. The earth was embracing the two new arrivals with lavish praise and fortune, Tansyleaf would always insist from that day onward.
Perhaps so, perhaps not. The two kits progressed strongly from that fateful greenleaf night, entering the leaf-fall season with tremendous growth. Carefree, light-hearted, playful, as kits always are. Tansyleaf, alongside her faithful mate of Bearheart, found herself enjoying the typical queen-hood any she-cat grew up wishing she might have. There was no tragedy, no loss, no seperation of a tender new family; like budding growths upon a stretching stem, this foliage of kin bloomed under the gentle raising of sufficient prey, precarious peace, and bountiful sunlight.
Eventually, however, as the kits approached their later moons, the pair began to take interest in their future more so than the present. Undeniably, Applekit was proving to have the mind of a medicine cat; though a warrior in stature, she looked with a gaze of far greater interest toward the leafy enclosure of the RiverClan medicine den, craving the secret skills and knowledge shrouded within that lush habitat. In the midst of a modestly strenuous leaf-bare, Applepaw followed that craving into the rank of medicine apprentice, while Birdpaw continued on to become a regular warrior in training.
The following months would prove to be a strain upon the sisters' relationship. With little interacting duties, Applepaw and Birdpaw hardly ever found ways to pass the day away together; and when their paths did cross, it was for the but the briefest exchange, as both siblings were kept hastily upon their paws as they tackled the staggering moutain that is the initial few moons of apprenticeship. Applepaw was caught up in a storm of identifying herbs, learning the preparation rituals for various concoctions, sorting out the different effects each herb had and the remedies these were commonly used in, mapping out plant locations, remembering harvesting and storage tricks, mastering how to properly apply a splint, and learning the proper way to extract mouse bile from a dead carcass, among other things. Birpaw, respectively, had her mind busy with an onslaught of patrols, different hunting and fishing practices, classifying prey types, recording the flows of all the different streams and rivers, mentally mapping out the exact length and point markers of the borders, and the supremely heavy task of mastering the art of battle. With such exhausted minds and dragging paws, should the sisters have a spare moment to share together, both were often too tired to even think up a conversation topic. And, thus, their bond suffered.
Applepaw felt the effect the most, as the seperation she faced with helpless eyes was not only due towards her sister, but every other cat she had grown up with among the nursery's leafy walls. Old friends and playful denmates became absolute strangers to Applepaw; without the time or oppurtunity to interact with them, she found herself slowly pushed from their minds, not in a malicious way, but innocently. She, herself, could not act upon her growing isolationism, as she rapidly found medicine practice consuming every aspect and spare moment of her life. She understood now, with a clarity never before recognized, why medicine cats could never take mates or have kits; such cats as theirselves could not spare the time, nor the attention. It was critical for a medicine cat to be available and focused at any time, for as Applepaw quickly learned, ailment could strike any cat at the most random and unexpected chance.
In the recent months, Applepaw eventually learned to, simply, give up. Her endeavors to include herself back into her old friend's lives were futile; her attempts at socializing with any new friends were failing. The she-cat found her closest acquaintences those also of the medicine field, and with a slightly subdued enthusiasm, embraced her new 'crowd'.
V. OTHER
/SUGGESTIONS
None. Right now, I think all attention should be focused on chasing down some more members. ^_^
/OTHER
I don't know why the likes/dislikes slipped into first-person... It just sort of happened. :/
oh, and yeah, kind of a half-hearted history & appearance, i know. but i was kind of beat after writing her big ol' personality section, so i hope you don't mind.
she's recycled from another site that went down a couple weeks ago, so i'm hoping this might be her next (and last!) home. (:
/PURCHASES
Nada para mi, gracias.
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