Post by Akameda on Nov 4, 2016 17:26:50 GMT
SPARROWPOOL of WINDCLAN
TOM
26 MOONS
WINDCLAN
MEDICINE CAT
PALE BROWN/WHITE & GOLD
CRASS
APPEARANCE
Standing fairly small for a tom, Sparrowpool still maintains a healthy level of muscle from moons of running and chasing rabbits. His fur is soft and sleek, and colored a mixture of pale brown ticked tabby and white. Along his back and shoulders the fur color darkens a bit, down to a particularly dark brown, borderline black tip on his tail. His tail is long, but so are his back legs, giving him an odd, sort of "always walking down hill" gait.
PERSONALITY
Sparrowpool became a medicine cat to serve his Clan, and to help cats not only live easier, but to live at all. That being said, he's not what many might consider your "conventional" medicine cat. He has a loose tongue- honest and to the point, but also unrefined and typically uncalled for. It's obvious that he has little care for the common vulgarities of language, or whom hears them.
Babying others comes naturally, but it's all about respect. Show him that you truly care about his opinion and he'll serve you ample sweet treatment, but disregard his advice and you won't have it so easy next time.
His faith in StarClan runs deep down, straight into his core. One of his favorite pasttimes is to sleep out on the moors rather than in camp, dozing under the bright, cosmic sky, and watching it shift and change in color as stars flit past.
With an insatiably curious mind, and the knowledge that there is so much more to learn, Sparrowpool is fascinated with the world around him. He'll sit and watch ants for hours, or listen to an elders tale he's heard a half dozen times before just in case anything has changed. He loves history and lore, and studying weather patterns. If there were ever a weak point to this astute medicine cat, it would be that to have questions answered, or information offered, takes precedence over self-preservation.
Babying others comes naturally, but it's all about respect. Show him that you truly care about his opinion and he'll serve you ample sweet treatment, but disregard his advice and you won't have it so easy next time.
His faith in StarClan runs deep down, straight into his core. One of his favorite pasttimes is to sleep out on the moors rather than in camp, dozing under the bright, cosmic sky, and watching it shift and change in color as stars flit past.
With an insatiably curious mind, and the knowledge that there is so much more to learn, Sparrowpool is fascinated with the world around him. He'll sit and watch ants for hours, or listen to an elders tale he's heard a half dozen times before just in case anything has changed. He loves history and lore, and studying weather patterns. If there were ever a weak point to this astute medicine cat, it would be that to have questions answered, or information offered, takes precedence over self-preservation.
HISTORY
Born to Crabthroat and Dawnsky, as one kit of six, Sparrowpool didn't get as much attention from his parents growing up, as kits of a smaller litter would have. It was up to him to entertain himself a lot of the time, and though he relied on games with his siblings and other kits, Sparrowpool was known to wander from camp more times than he stayed in it or so it seemed. It was usually a patrol or the leader that swept him up and handed the wayward kit back to his parents, but one afternoon it was the medicine cat.
Five moons of age, the moment Sparrowpool saw the medicine cat, he thought the jig was up. He was already groaning protests and excuses as Grayfur settled at his flank. Her own inquisitive nature took root watching him study crickets and birds, and the sky. To her it was like seeing a whole new perspective on the world, and given her advanced age and the loss of two former apprentices, she thought there was no cat better suited to take on the role of medicine cat after her, than a cat of such a mind enraptured with everything their StarClan-given world had to offer. There and then she asked the kit of his plans for the future, and for the then, Sparrowkit, all he could offer was a non-committal, "Dunno." and her mind solidified the notion.
Come six moons old Sparrowpool was passed off to the medicine cat for training, and though he knew not what it all entailed at that point in his life, he was simply excited to be an apprentice.
Grayfur taught him everything there was to know about herbs, the forest, the river- everything. Sparrowpool soaked it up like a sponge, and despite a few inevitable setbacks, by twenty-one moons he was ready to become the next medicine cat. His mentor wanted a chance to retire, instead of working herself to StarClan, and so for all she had taught him, Sparrowpool was more than happy to allow her the opportunity to do so. However, three short moons after her retirement, and Grayfur passed in her sleep. It was among the hardest days of Sparrowpool's life, but he took solace knowing that she had experienced all she wanted to experience, and had died the way she had wanted to die.
Now Sparrowpool serves the Clan in her stead, still changing and growing, and learning what his mentor wasn't meant to, or capable of, teaching him. He wants to life as full a life as her, and continue experiencing the world until the very end. In the meantime, it'd be sort of nice to save a few lives. Or as many as possible.
Five moons of age, the moment Sparrowpool saw the medicine cat, he thought the jig was up. He was already groaning protests and excuses as Grayfur settled at his flank. Her own inquisitive nature took root watching him study crickets and birds, and the sky. To her it was like seeing a whole new perspective on the world, and given her advanced age and the loss of two former apprentices, she thought there was no cat better suited to take on the role of medicine cat after her, than a cat of such a mind enraptured with everything their StarClan-given world had to offer. There and then she asked the kit of his plans for the future, and for the then, Sparrowkit, all he could offer was a non-committal, "Dunno." and her mind solidified the notion.
Come six moons old Sparrowpool was passed off to the medicine cat for training, and though he knew not what it all entailed at that point in his life, he was simply excited to be an apprentice.
Grayfur taught him everything there was to know about herbs, the forest, the river- everything. Sparrowpool soaked it up like a sponge, and despite a few inevitable setbacks, by twenty-one moons he was ready to become the next medicine cat. His mentor wanted a chance to retire, instead of working herself to StarClan, and so for all she had taught him, Sparrowpool was more than happy to allow her the opportunity to do so. However, three short moons after her retirement, and Grayfur passed in her sleep. It was among the hardest days of Sparrowpool's life, but he took solace knowing that she had experienced all she wanted to experience, and had died the way she had wanted to die.
Now Sparrowpool serves the Clan in her stead, still changing and growing, and learning what his mentor wasn't meant to, or capable of, teaching him. He wants to life as full a life as her, and continue experiencing the world until the very end. In the meantime, it'd be sort of nice to save a few lives. Or as many as possible.
