Post by merchantofdeath on Jun 25, 2008 12:41:40 GMT -5
i am called;[/b] me;[/ul]summerkit,summerpaw, summerstream
i have seen; 23 moons
i was blessed; tom
i am housed by; windclan
my abilities label me; medicine cat
i admit, i am a bit small for my age. i still look like an apprentice, i am told, but once they see what i can do, they know why i was made into medicine cat.
my complexion revolves completely around small. small paws, small tail, small body, small muscles, small voice. about the only thing that isn't too small are my ears. they're always perked up and alert, ready for the slightest warning of disaster or happy atmosphere of fun. though i do sometimes get made fun of for being so small, i rather like it. i can hide in the smallest places, and i'm extremely agile. it's almost like being invincible.
my fur. it's always short and soft, and really only accents my smallness. i like the color though; a nice comfortable shade of orange that starts dark in the back, but lightens as it reaches my paws and muzzle. in fact, it's turned completely white by the time you look at my chest and paws.
overall, i'm a small orange and white tom-cat. nothing special there.
other cats are always asking me how i don't see how special or unique i am, but i just can't see it that way. i'm just your average medicine cat, really. some of the more self-strung cats think i'm totally fake, but it's not true. i just don't see what's so special about a tiny cat who knows how to handle his herbs.
there's another layer to me though. i'm about as playful as a kit. i love games, and it takes a lot to get me scared. being a medicine cat, i know a good bit about the 'worst that could happen' and i know how to react with the situation. sure, i get worried sometimes, a little nervous, but i have a good mask. i'm pretty good at getting other cats to relax. it's pretty cool.
then there's me. the real me, the me that no one really sees. i'm scared. i'm always shaking inside, nervous, worried about what might happen. though i look experienced and like i know what i'm doing, i'm terrified. i push myself to do the very best job, because i'm scared someone might join starclan because of what i did, or couldn't do. there's always this foreboding omen on my shoulder, and it scares the life out of me.
i was a hit with the other kits. i was always relaxed and ready to play, so i was a good playmate and good with advice. about the only thing about my kithood that would trouble me was when i was alone. i was always scared when i was by myself, so i would go searching for someone to talk to. there very idea of being alone terrified me.
when apprenticeship came, i was named summerpaw. they first tried to assign me to a warrior mentor, but i was horrible in combat. i just don't have the personality to fight, and definitely not the complexion. so, when i started showing interest in the herbs outside the training area, they started teaching me about their healing qualities. i learned so easily! it was great! i was always outside, always sniffing around, always learning. i loved my training.
then, when all the other cats were made warriors, i was named summerstream, and promoted to clan medicine cat. my current life's goal had been accomplished, and now i sit in my cozy medicine den, helping other cats.
i wouldn't have it any other way.
Blackheart snarled and slapped the ground in front of him. After another attempt to regain his memory, the only thing he was left with was a strong hatred directed at nothing in particular. Possibly himself, but considering he always got this result, he doubted it should have the same strength.
The calico tom lifted himself from the ground, in time to hear a bird taking flight and a hiss from another cat. Though his first impulse was to let out his own hiss of dislike (after all, the sound had disturbed the silence), he held himself back. Now wasn't the time to start a fight or look paranoid. Instead, the seething tom made his way over to the source of the noise, wondering which of the few other clan cats it could've been.
His eyes, having been turned to the dark corner of the den to concentrate, took a moment to adjust to the faint light, but when they did, he saw a blue-- strike that. A white cat whose fur appeared a faint hue of blue. He didn't recognize this cat, but he immediately meowed his agitated greeting.
"Was it you who sounded frustrated a moment ago?" His gravelly voice didn't display nearly as much hatred as he had left from the previous memory attempt, but it was cold nonetheless. His tail curled ominously behind him as he set down, ready to have a conversation. In the back of his mind, he hoped he might calm down a bit before this cat considered him suspicious.
[On average, I do about 250 words. That was just a spark of insane muse, and an opening post. 8D]
