Post by MISS KAT on Jun 7, 2012 19:50:28 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=width,100][atrb=style,padding:10px;border-right:1px solid #ffffff;] [style=border:1px solid #ffffff;background-color:#54446E;width:100px;height:100px;padding:8px;]  [/style][style=border-right:10px solid #FFfFFF;background-color:#54446E;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#C09BFC;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]WINDCLAN[/style][style=border-right:10px solid #ffffff;background-color:#54446E;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#C09BFC;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]TOM[/style][style=border-right:10px solid #ffffff;background-color:#54446E;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#C09BFC;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]43 MOONS[/style][style=border-right:10px solid #ffffff;background-color:#54446E;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#C09BFC;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]MEDICINE CAT[/style] [style=border-right:10px solid #FFfFFF;background-color:#54446E;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#C09BFC;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]PICTURE[/style] | [atrb=width,400][atrb=style,padding:10px;][style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 24px;letter-spacing:-2px; text-align:center;border-bottom:1px solid #ffffff;line-height:85%;color:#C09BFC;]DOGSTORM[/style][style=font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:10px;text-align:center;margin-top:0px;letter-spacing:0px;color:#FFFFFF;]A FOREST DIVIDED[/style] [style=margin:-20px 30px 10px 30px;text-align:justify;font-family:tahoma;font-size:10px;text-transform:lowercase;color:#8e8e8e;line-height:13px;]Short Appearance a golden brown tabby tom with huge ears. Appearance At an average height of just plain tall, Dogstorm is hard to miss. It doesn't help that he's got enormous ears to go with the height. They're fantastic during leafgreen, when it's extremely hot, but otherwise, they're just a reason for folks to bother him and pick on him. Dogstorm doesn't mind it, though. Generally he's very laid back about the fact that he's got bat-ears. Along with the ears, he's got beautifully round, pale green eyes. They're probably the least threatening part about him. There's rarely a time when Dogstorm looks angry. His emotions are rather clear in those orbs most generally. He doesn't make a habit of hiding his emotions. He sees no point. His face is very thin, and small compared to his features. His fur is a handsome golden brown with spots of darker spots and stripes throughout. It's very short and lies flat against his muscular body. Although this tom is really, very tall, he's not fat. In fact, he's actually very lean and could be considered lanky in some ways. But that doesn't stop him from being a good medicine cat. He's also got rather small paws, made perfectly for treating wounds. His muscles seem to be lacking, but he actually gets in some warrior training, so he has some. It doesn't appear that way, because he's so lanky. But Dogstorm could hold his own in a fight if he had to. Personality Gentleman; Dogstorm's mother taught him that treating others as you'd like to be treated is the only way to be. Of course, his mother was also rather strict about when a kit should and shouldn't speak, so he gained a bit of knowledge on how to be charming and polite. His biggest goal, some say, is to please everyone around him. Honestly, he hasn't thought about pleasing everyone, but he does think that everyone deserves a bit of gentleness. He views each cat as equal and thinks they all deserve a chance. Caring; As strict as his mother was, she also taught him that it's care and love that make a clan strong. To him, fighting is pointless, because it doesn't get anyone anywhere. He doesn't share this with others, of course, because they'd think he was strange. He has always had an open heart and always roots for the underdog in a situation. If a cat is feeling down, he does what he can to make them smile. The little things, to him, count. This empathetic, charismatic part of Dogstorm makes him appealing to be friends with. Though, a lot of cats think he's a wimp because he'd rather share tongues than playfight. He also uses this while treating cats. Distracting them with kind words is better than letting them feel the pain and deal with it alone. Hero-syndrome; Oh, boy. This is the one thing he taught himself. Dogstorm has always seen himself as being a hero one day. He wants to be a legend. Because of this, he's always looking out for everyone in the clan, making sure the sick are taken care of and the weak are safe during an attack. Makes him feel brave. It was probably this that gave Honeymist the idea that Dogstorm would make a great medicine cat. It actually started with a kit playing a little too close to the edge of camp for his tastes. Back then, he was just an apprentice. But Honeymist saw something in the tom that others didn't. Firm; As caring and loveable as Dogstorm is, he's firm. When he says something, generally he means for you to listen and not question his authority, because with him, he doesn't repeat himself. This makes those who don't take him seriously think twice, because he can lose his temper. Because he's so quiet, Dogstorm's words usually mean a lot. It's rare to find him speaking freely, because he doesn't bother voicing his own opinions for fear of giving off the wrong idea. As much as he believes the warrior code and how it should be upheld, he has his doubts. He'd rather not waste his breath discussing such matters, though. He's generally too busy understanding everyone else's wants and needs. He puts others above himself. But when he does say something, he expects the listener to actually listen. It's a bit demanding, but he doesn't really care a lot. It is only listening that he demands, and thus why he gets so touchy about it. Thoughtful; Head in the clouds? Sometimes, though he's usually deep in thought. About what, no one can really tell. When asked, he just shrugs and says, "Things." It's not quite clear what he is thinking, but you can tell it's important. If not, why would he bother thinking? Dogstorm is a bit of a secret-keeper. As in, he keeps his thoughts to himself and possibly StarClan. That is about the only people he shares things with. Mostly, he's not sure if the Clans will last for much longer. And this has given him reason to constantly be thinking. He's worried that his duties as a Medicine Cat aren't at all significant and is worried that when things fall apart, he won't be needed any longer. And that is just something he can't afford to think about. Serious; Dogstorm has a habit of being just a little too serious sometimes. He doesn't generally mean to be such, but he can get carried away. This is especially true when he is working. Which is always, in his mind. It is best not to take offense to this sort of behavior. Just go with it. He's also got a bit of dry humor to go along with the seriousness, so if you can handle that, he'll be your best friend. Stressed; The living conditions and caring for cats that do not belong to his clan has left Dogstorm constantly under stress. Although he tries to hide it, the lack of sleep has proven to have knocked him off his feet. Because he is so stressed out, he often gets a bit snappish with some of the felines in the camp. And one can often find him out alone, away from the chaos in his hom. He's starting to regret his suggestion, though he'd never admit it to anyone. He sometimes comes off as being a bit of a jerk, as well. But just as his seriousness, it's best to ignore it. History Dogstorm was born to Hazelbreath, a ginger tabby who held the same pale gaze as he. Although the she-cat had birthed litters before, things never seemed to go right for the she-cat. Thus, when Dogstorm was born, the queen made it her job to keep all things bad away from him. He was the only kit of the litter, though his mother didn't care. He was alive and well, that was all she cared about. He wasn't allowed to travel far from his mother, thus their bond was fairly strong as he grew. She would whisper stories of the past to him, teaching him all the things she'd ever known. He preferred this time spent with his mother over time spent with the other litters in the nursery. The stories fascinated him. Blacktrickle, the medicine cat at the time, would come to check the two often, to ensure Dogstorm continued to grow and stay healthy. It wasn't long before he was allowed to venture out and he spent a great deal of time following the she-cat around. She was, of course, the only other cat he really knew in the Clan. Blacktrickle had had an apprentice just before Dogstorm had been born, but an accident had occurred when the apprentice, Treepaw, had been out gathering some herbs on his own when he fox attacked and kill him. Blacktrickle, a bit taken aback, became a bit of a grouch and was reluctant to ever take on another apprentice. That is, until Dogstorm came about. It seemed as though she took a liking to the tom, treating him closely to being her own in a way. Of course, she was still a grump and often yelled at him to leave her be, but he just continued to follow her about. Finally, when he was about to become an apprentice, she had words with Toadstar and he agreed to give her a new apprentice. This time being Dogstorm. He was a bit surprised at the idea, but he was excited and decided to take his mentor very seriously and trained hard with her, learning the herbs and how to heal his clanmates. The only problem was that she often called him Treepaw and would tell him not to go out herb gathering alone. She even made him train with the normal apprentices sometimes, explaining to him that he would need to know how to defend himself against foxes and badgers. She didn't need him being useless. He took a liking to the training, all areas of it. And he figured he'd better learn all he could manage. Time flew by and he earned his full medicine cat name, though Blacktrickle was still there helping him where she could. She was getting on with age and when Dogstorm becam thirty moons, she passed away in her sleep. He was entirely disturbed by the idea of being without his mentor. But, he worked harder. There was nothing extremely special about the tom, really. He only stuck out because of his dire height and ear-size. But, when he had received a dream from the Stars, things changed. He was viewed a bit differently after he received it. Cats of other clans thought he was full of it, why would a cat like him get a dream and not the leaders instead? They hadn't seen what had happened during that dream. He remembers it well, really. Every speck of a detail. He'd been sorting herbs, keeping count of them as he went when he was overcome with the choking feeling of being drowned. His eyes no longer saw the herbs before him, but instead waves of blood, a turmoil of cats thrashing for their lives, fighting for survival. He continued to choke when the giant wall rose. It was dripping wet, a wall of water. It came crashing down, trapping any cats who might survive. They were whispering, "Like a forest divided, the waters shall rage; when four becomes two, marks the presage. An enemy thrives, evil reforms; a wrath that may only be assuaged by the aging storms," over and over to him, it echoed off the walls of his den when he finally awoke. He inhaled deeply, thankful that it had only been a vision and not reality. Then, he rose unsteadily and raced to tell his leader. Upon discussing it, the two decided it be best to share the dream with the other clans, to warn them of what would come. But they didn't listen. Except RiverClan. They were the only ones who seemed to worry. When the floods happened, Dogstorm wished there was more he could have done. But, many cats were lost to the tide of water that came crashing down and many more were injured. The only thing he could do now was suggest that RiverClan stay with them, since they were the ones who had listened. He let Bearstar know of his idea and he followed through, feeling sorry for the other clan. ThunderClan was suggested to live with ShadowClan. Moons later, things have become tense for everyone. Except Dogstorm. His only stress was caring for the injured cats and ensuring no more of them were lost to StarClan. He had been doing this for a while, without help. Except for little Dawnpaw, she was one of the few who were interested in helping another clan. One night, he became so overwhelmed, he looked to the sky. What he saw both memorized him and awed him. Dawn. He immediately went to speak to Bearstar and Dawnpaw's mentor to inform them of his vision. Both agreed to let him take her under his wing. Since then, things have been just a bit easier. Bluepool has become a bit of a problem for the tom, however. Because the tom seems to take a liking to moving things around, Dogstorm has made an effort to keep the tom busy with other things. His next compromise will be making him his own den, to keep the poor medicine cat away from the WindClan medicine cat's things. Roleplay Sample Taken from Breaking Point. 675 words. The sunlight had slipped away from him much sooner than he expected, his mind having been elsewhere all day long. Dogstorm heaved a great sigh and finished up the poultice. He instructed his apprentice to apply it to Nettlepatch's paw pads. Then, he told he he'd be back later. The large tom had been extremely distracted since the most recent Gathering and he needed to clear his mind. It had rained on and off during the day, and now, with the sun disappearing, a fog hung in the air. Not that the tom minded. He enjoyed the cover, with the moon being so bright in the sky. It was almost as if the clouds had fallen from the sky. Falling. Dogstorm shook his head, clearing the thought of the falling star. It had been a sure sign from StarClan, but he couldn't make sense of it. So, instead of focusing his time there, he decided to focus on the path he was walking. It was almost well-worn thanks to him. He could travel it almost with his eyes closed. The path led him clear out to the twoleg bridge. Moon spilled over it, creating an almost ghostly illusion. The medicine cat padded out to where the board was missing and laid down, watching the current below. He let the rush of water calm and sooth his mind. Stress had become nearly unbearable in the past moon. Between having an apprentice who didn't understand the word no and then the Gathering, he wasn't sure if he could handle it all. He felt helpless, unable to speak to his ancestors and ask for guidance. They wouldn't do such a thing, anyways. At least, not according to Hawkstar. They were, after all, powerless, dead cats. Dogstorm gritted his teeth at that thought. How could a leader think such a thing? I mean, it is one thing to think so and keep it to one's self. But to go out and just announce it to all the clans to hear....what a foolish leader. Hawkstar just opened a den of worms. The tom shook his head again, a little ashamed to even associate with the other. Not that he ever had, but he had held respect for Hawkstar as he did will all the leaders. He rolled over onto his back and stared up at the night sky. "StarClan, if you can hear me, send me a sign! Tell me why you are so distant. There are so many of us that need your guidance...." He thought back to the conversation he had with Sparrowpaw and how she was afraid she wouldn't get a dream. If he had his way, she'd get her dream. Even if it killed him. His emerald hues closed as he tried to send a silent cry to his ancestors. Why did they have to abandon the clans? What if Hawkstar was right? Dogstorm's ears twitched at the thought. No, that couldn't be. StarClan was up there, he'd seen the blurred images. His mother had told him the stories. How could four cats wander aimlessly and find a new home without the guidance of something greater than themselves? The tom's eyes opened once more and he gazed up at Silverpelt sleepily. Perhaps he'd sleep on the Twoleg bridge for the night, under the stars. He sat up and looked out across RiverClan's territory, taking in the mysterious fog that floated. It was almost peaceful. Dogstorm heaved a sigh and laid back down, getting comfortable. He really wanted to just wanted things to go right for once, instead of chasing blindly after the right direction. It wasn't like he could just close his eyes and a path would form, pointing him toward the right path. No, he had to figure that out on his own. Because clearly dead cats could do nothing for him. Not now, anyways. Not after how they'd been insulted. Sighing once more, the tom let his mind settle down before closing his eyes one more time, attempting at least a small nap.[/style][style=font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:10px;text-align:center;margin-top:0px;letter-spacing:0px;color:#FFFFFF;]CODED BY RAIN OF ON THE EDGE![/style] |
