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Name: Dawnblossom
Age: 36 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan: StoneClan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Picture:
Description:
Dawnblossom has long calico fur, with a fairly equal ratio of black to ginger patches covering her body. Her head is mostly black, with a ginger chin and throat, and small ginger patch between her eyes. She also has a small white blaze begins at her nose and ends in the ginger patch between her eyes. She has a white patch on her chest and on her belly, and a white tail tip. The lower half of her right hind leg is completely white and the toes on her left forepaw are white as well. Her tail has notably longer fur than the rest of her body. She is built slim and sleek, with the typical stronger hind legs of a StoneClan cat. Her eyes are a bright yellow-green.
Description Summary: A long furred calico she-cat with yellow-green eyes.
Personality:
Practical and down to earth, Dawnblossom has always been the most realistic of her sisters. Dawnblossom would never say she has had 'dreams', but rather goals, for dreams are intangible, fleeting, and often impossible (after all, some cats FLY in their dreams, but they certainly weren't going to sprout wings in real life no matter how hard they tried or how much they wanted it), but goals are attainable if you put enough effort into them. Calm and level-headed, Dawnblossom is not easily riled and handles herself well in tense and chaotic situations. With an intense desire to help her Clanmates and the natural nurturing instincts of a mother, becoming a medicine cat was a perfect choice for her.
She has an intense fear of battle and freezes up completely when faced with the need to fight, even if her life isn't in danger. When she trained as a warrior, many of her fellow apprentices looked down on her and called her a coward for her fear, but she never got any better about it. Her fear was only strengthened when StormClan attacked and so many cats were killed around her. The attack from StormClan also ignited a fire of distrust for the other Clans, for none of them came to their aid when they sent for help either. It has made her cold toward the other Clans at best, and also made her a bit bigoted. She fears the other Clans will try to chase them out again and can't bring herself to feel anything but fear and suspicion toward any of them. She tends to withdraw into herself when faced with personal tragedy, becoming quite the workaholic, drowning herself in work in order to keep her mind off less pleasant things happening around her. She maintains her calmness and clear head, she simply becomes detached, as if she has locked away all her emotions, safeguarding her heart against any pain.
History:
Dawnkit and her two sisters, Dusk-kit and Dark-kit, were born at the start of a gentle newleaf. They grew up warm, well fed, and happy, with a mother and father that loved them all dearly. From the start, the three of them were quite different, and yet as close as any sisters could hope to be. Dark-kit was serious and ambitious, dreaming of one day becoming StoneClan's leader and wanting to become one of the best warriors StoneClan had ever known. Dusk-kit and Dawnkit were more similar, with gentler personalities, but Dusk-kit was more bubbly and carefree, happy to go where life took her rather than making any concrete plans to follow.
As they grew, Dawnkit became more and more interested in becoming a medicine cat. She enjoyed looking after her sisters whenever they got themselves hurt, making them feel better, and though she hadn't admitted it to anyone, she wasn't looking forward to becoming a warrior. While the thought of fighting other cats thrilled Dark-kit and even managed to excite Dusk-kit into playfighting at least, it frightened Dawnkit more than anything. When the three of them would play at making their own Clan, Dark-kit would be Darkstar, but when she asked Dawnkit to be her deputy she always refused, saying she would be their Clan's medicine cat instead and that Dusk-kit should be deputy. Their mother took notice of this, and after they turned 5 moons old, she took Dawnkit to the medicine den to talk to Blackeagle about her becoming his apprentice.
She was ecstatic and couldn't wait to be an apprentice, and her sisters were both proud and happy for her. They were all named apprentices together and Dawnpaw began learning about all the herbs, diving in right away, eager to learn all she could as fast as she could, so she could help as many cats as possible. She never dreamed she would ever walk away from the path of a medicine cat, until Brackenpaw came to the medicine den. She had been friends with the young tom during kithood, but nothing more. He became ill and was forced to stay in the medicine den for a time, during which he and Dawnpaw got to know each other a lot better. She enjoyed keeping him company since she was sure he must be bored, and he always seemed happy to see her.
After he recovered, he started visiting her on occasion, those visits becoming more frequent as they got older. He always volunteered to help her and Blackeagle collect herbs, and Dawnpaw found herself falling for him. Blackeagle noticed, cautioning her against it as it was against their code to have mates. However, when she was around 10 moons old, she reluctantly went to her mentor to tell him she wanted to train as a warrior, that she wanted to have kits in the future and that dream had become more important to her than being a medicine cat. She received her warrior mentor with a heavy heart, full of apprehension, but with encouragement and help from Brackenpaw and her sisters, she managed to make it through.
He became a warrior before she did, of course, with her training starting so late, and earned the name Brackentail. He continued to help her with her training, encouraging her. She absolutely hated fighting, it terrified her, and when she first began her battle training she would freeze up in fear, even though she knew her Clanmates would never actually hurt her. She was never able to manage much, but was quite the adept hunter, and after discussing with her mentor and leader how she wanted to become a queen and stay in the nursery to help raise kits, she was at last allowed to become a warrior, earning the name Dawnblossom at 18 moons, long after her sisters had earned theirs.
Three moons later, she and Brackentail had a litter of three, a she-cat named Petalkit and two toms, Nightkit and Bramblekit. Giving up being a medicine cat seemed so worth it after she met her kits, and her regret washed away. She loved them more than she had ever dreamed she would, and loved Brackentail all the more for it. She was happy with her family, proudly watching as her kits became apprentices. As leaf-bare approached, she and Brackentail began talking about having another litter come newleaf, but it wasn't to be. Leaf-bare was far harsher than any cat expected it to be. Brackentail slowly withered away as he refused to eat so she and their kits might get a few morsels of whatever prey could be caught.
Nightpaw caught whitecough early in the season, and as the season wore on and he did his best to conceal his sickness and to keep contributing to the Clan, it developed into a terrible case of greencough. He gave his illness to his siblings as well, and she watched helplessly as all three of them were moved to Ivywhisker's den, the young medicine cat soon overrun with the sick. Nightpaw was one of the first to die. After her son's death, Dawnblossom refused to continue to sit back and do nothing. She went to Ivywhisker and asked her how she could help, what medicine cat training she had received coming back to her quickly as she worked beside the cream colored she-cat. But she was unable to save Bramblepaw either, and soon after Brackentail, starving and weak, passed away as well. She threw herself into helping Ivywhisker, determined to save as many cats as they could. Her daughter recovered from her bout with whitecough, which had luckily never developed into the greencough that had killed her brothers, and managed to finish her training, earning the name Petalrain. Dawnblossom suffered from whitecough briefly as well, but managed to recover fairly quickly. Ivywhisker, however, was not so lucky. The poor overworked medicine cat caught greencough, even as most of the rest of the Clan was finally recovering, her exhaustion taking its toll on her.
Confined to the medicine den, Ivywhisker managed to continue Dawnblossom's medicine cat training even while she was ill, desperate to impart all the knowledge she could in case she didn't pull through, so StoneClan would not be left without a medicine cat. Her efforts wore her out, but she was determined, and managed to nearly finish Dawnblossom's training before she finally passed away, confident that her unofficial apprentice would be able to care for her Clan in her absence. With her mate dead and StoneClan in such a dire place, Dawnblossom decided that she would return to being the medicine cat she always wanted to be. She may have turned her back on it once, but helping Ivywhisker over the long leafbare rekindled her desire to help her Clan in the way only a medicine cat can. There would never be anyone who could replace Brackentail in her heart and lead her from this path ever again.
RP Example:
Pushing a single, withered juniper berry toward the cream colored tabby, Dawnblossom crouched close to the younger she-cat, her plumed tail settled over her trembling Clanmate comfortingly. Her eyes shone with concern, “Here, Ivywhisker... it isn't much, but it should help you....” It might ease her breathing, if only a little, and help her to get some rest. Her gaze narrowed helplessly as the medicine cat turned her muzzle away, refusing the herb, as she had so many times before. Their stores were so low, she refused to take any that could otherwise be used to help their Clanmates.
Dawnblossom settled down beside the she-cat, lending her warmth, at least, at she shook from fever and coughs wracked her small frame. She had watched so many Clanmates wither away to nothing this leaf-bare. They both had. Ivywhisker had not taken any herbs for herself, even when she'd developed whitecough. There were so few herbs left at that point. She had firmly told Dawnblossom that a medicine cat helped and healed their Clanmates even at the cost of their own life. She would take no herbs until every single cat under her care was well again, but Dawnblossom knew it would be too late at that point. And so did Ivywhisker.
Closing her eyes, Dawnblossom gently groomed Ivywhisker's creamy fur, hoping she might at least offer some comfort to her Clanmate. She couldn't help but feel responsible for Ivywhisker's death. Had she not abandoned her post, turned her back on being a medicine cat to have kits instead, it would be her lying there dying for the sake of the medicine cat code. There was no telling if Ivywhisker would have survive the leaf-bare otherwise, but she would not be forcing herself into an early grave for the sake of her Clanmates.
She laid with Ivywhisker long into the night, knowing how close her end was now. She dozed in short spurts, waking suddenly what seemed like every few heartbeats. Finally, when the first light of dawn was beginning to brighten the sky, she started awake at the silence and stillness beside her. Ivywhisker was dead. She simply stared down at the younger she-cat for a long moment. “I'm sorry,” she choked out quietly, pushing her muzzle into the medicine cat's soft tabby fur, “I'll take care of them from now on. I promise.”
Age: 36 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan: StoneClan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Picture:
Description:
Dawnblossom has long calico fur, with a fairly equal ratio of black to ginger patches covering her body. Her head is mostly black, with a ginger chin and throat, and small ginger patch between her eyes. She also has a small white blaze begins at her nose and ends in the ginger patch between her eyes. She has a white patch on her chest and on her belly, and a white tail tip. The lower half of her right hind leg is completely white and the toes on her left forepaw are white as well. Her tail has notably longer fur than the rest of her body. She is built slim and sleek, with the typical stronger hind legs of a StoneClan cat. Her eyes are a bright yellow-green.
Description Summary: A long furred calico she-cat with yellow-green eyes.
Personality:
Practical and down to earth, Dawnblossom has always been the most realistic of her sisters. Dawnblossom would never say she has had 'dreams', but rather goals, for dreams are intangible, fleeting, and often impossible (after all, some cats FLY in their dreams, but they certainly weren't going to sprout wings in real life no matter how hard they tried or how much they wanted it), but goals are attainable if you put enough effort into them. Calm and level-headed, Dawnblossom is not easily riled and handles herself well in tense and chaotic situations. With an intense desire to help her Clanmates and the natural nurturing instincts of a mother, becoming a medicine cat was a perfect choice for her.
She has an intense fear of battle and freezes up completely when faced with the need to fight, even if her life isn't in danger. When she trained as a warrior, many of her fellow apprentices looked down on her and called her a coward for her fear, but she never got any better about it. Her fear was only strengthened when StormClan attacked and so many cats were killed around her. The attack from StormClan also ignited a fire of distrust for the other Clans, for none of them came to their aid when they sent for help either. It has made her cold toward the other Clans at best, and also made her a bit bigoted. She fears the other Clans will try to chase them out again and can't bring herself to feel anything but fear and suspicion toward any of them. She tends to withdraw into herself when faced with personal tragedy, becoming quite the workaholic, drowning herself in work in order to keep her mind off less pleasant things happening around her. She maintains her calmness and clear head, she simply becomes detached, as if she has locked away all her emotions, safeguarding her heart against any pain.
History:
Dawnkit and her two sisters, Dusk-kit and Dark-kit, were born at the start of a gentle newleaf. They grew up warm, well fed, and happy, with a mother and father that loved them all dearly. From the start, the three of them were quite different, and yet as close as any sisters could hope to be. Dark-kit was serious and ambitious, dreaming of one day becoming StoneClan's leader and wanting to become one of the best warriors StoneClan had ever known. Dusk-kit and Dawnkit were more similar, with gentler personalities, but Dusk-kit was more bubbly and carefree, happy to go where life took her rather than making any concrete plans to follow.
As they grew, Dawnkit became more and more interested in becoming a medicine cat. She enjoyed looking after her sisters whenever they got themselves hurt, making them feel better, and though she hadn't admitted it to anyone, she wasn't looking forward to becoming a warrior. While the thought of fighting other cats thrilled Dark-kit and even managed to excite Dusk-kit into playfighting at least, it frightened Dawnkit more than anything. When the three of them would play at making their own Clan, Dark-kit would be Darkstar, but when she asked Dawnkit to be her deputy she always refused, saying she would be their Clan's medicine cat instead and that Dusk-kit should be deputy. Their mother took notice of this, and after they turned 5 moons old, she took Dawnkit to the medicine den to talk to Blackeagle about her becoming his apprentice.
She was ecstatic and couldn't wait to be an apprentice, and her sisters were both proud and happy for her. They were all named apprentices together and Dawnpaw began learning about all the herbs, diving in right away, eager to learn all she could as fast as she could, so she could help as many cats as possible. She never dreamed she would ever walk away from the path of a medicine cat, until Brackenpaw came to the medicine den. She had been friends with the young tom during kithood, but nothing more. He became ill and was forced to stay in the medicine den for a time, during which he and Dawnpaw got to know each other a lot better. She enjoyed keeping him company since she was sure he must be bored, and he always seemed happy to see her.
After he recovered, he started visiting her on occasion, those visits becoming more frequent as they got older. He always volunteered to help her and Blackeagle collect herbs, and Dawnpaw found herself falling for him. Blackeagle noticed, cautioning her against it as it was against their code to have mates. However, when she was around 10 moons old, she reluctantly went to her mentor to tell him she wanted to train as a warrior, that she wanted to have kits in the future and that dream had become more important to her than being a medicine cat. She received her warrior mentor with a heavy heart, full of apprehension, but with encouragement and help from Brackenpaw and her sisters, she managed to make it through.
He became a warrior before she did, of course, with her training starting so late, and earned the name Brackentail. He continued to help her with her training, encouraging her. She absolutely hated fighting, it terrified her, and when she first began her battle training she would freeze up in fear, even though she knew her Clanmates would never actually hurt her. She was never able to manage much, but was quite the adept hunter, and after discussing with her mentor and leader how she wanted to become a queen and stay in the nursery to help raise kits, she was at last allowed to become a warrior, earning the name Dawnblossom at 18 moons, long after her sisters had earned theirs.
Three moons later, she and Brackentail had a litter of three, a she-cat named Petalkit and two toms, Nightkit and Bramblekit. Giving up being a medicine cat seemed so worth it after she met her kits, and her regret washed away. She loved them more than she had ever dreamed she would, and loved Brackentail all the more for it. She was happy with her family, proudly watching as her kits became apprentices. As leaf-bare approached, she and Brackentail began talking about having another litter come newleaf, but it wasn't to be. Leaf-bare was far harsher than any cat expected it to be. Brackentail slowly withered away as he refused to eat so she and their kits might get a few morsels of whatever prey could be caught.
Nightpaw caught whitecough early in the season, and as the season wore on and he did his best to conceal his sickness and to keep contributing to the Clan, it developed into a terrible case of greencough. He gave his illness to his siblings as well, and she watched helplessly as all three of them were moved to Ivywhisker's den, the young medicine cat soon overrun with the sick. Nightpaw was one of the first to die. After her son's death, Dawnblossom refused to continue to sit back and do nothing. She went to Ivywhisker and asked her how she could help, what medicine cat training she had received coming back to her quickly as she worked beside the cream colored she-cat. But she was unable to save Bramblepaw either, and soon after Brackentail, starving and weak, passed away as well. She threw herself into helping Ivywhisker, determined to save as many cats as they could. Her daughter recovered from her bout with whitecough, which had luckily never developed into the greencough that had killed her brothers, and managed to finish her training, earning the name Petalrain. Dawnblossom suffered from whitecough briefly as well, but managed to recover fairly quickly. Ivywhisker, however, was not so lucky. The poor overworked medicine cat caught greencough, even as most of the rest of the Clan was finally recovering, her exhaustion taking its toll on her.
Confined to the medicine den, Ivywhisker managed to continue Dawnblossom's medicine cat training even while she was ill, desperate to impart all the knowledge she could in case she didn't pull through, so StoneClan would not be left without a medicine cat. Her efforts wore her out, but she was determined, and managed to nearly finish Dawnblossom's training before she finally passed away, confident that her unofficial apprentice would be able to care for her Clan in her absence. With her mate dead and StoneClan in such a dire place, Dawnblossom decided that she would return to being the medicine cat she always wanted to be. She may have turned her back on it once, but helping Ivywhisker over the long leafbare rekindled her desire to help her Clan in the way only a medicine cat can. There would never be anyone who could replace Brackentail in her heart and lead her from this path ever again.
RP Example:
Pushing a single, withered juniper berry toward the cream colored tabby, Dawnblossom crouched close to the younger she-cat, her plumed tail settled over her trembling Clanmate comfortingly. Her eyes shone with concern, “Here, Ivywhisker... it isn't much, but it should help you....” It might ease her breathing, if only a little, and help her to get some rest. Her gaze narrowed helplessly as the medicine cat turned her muzzle away, refusing the herb, as she had so many times before. Their stores were so low, she refused to take any that could otherwise be used to help their Clanmates.
Dawnblossom settled down beside the she-cat, lending her warmth, at least, at she shook from fever and coughs wracked her small frame. She had watched so many Clanmates wither away to nothing this leaf-bare. They both had. Ivywhisker had not taken any herbs for herself, even when she'd developed whitecough. There were so few herbs left at that point. She had firmly told Dawnblossom that a medicine cat helped and healed their Clanmates even at the cost of their own life. She would take no herbs until every single cat under her care was well again, but Dawnblossom knew it would be too late at that point. And so did Ivywhisker.
Closing her eyes, Dawnblossom gently groomed Ivywhisker's creamy fur, hoping she might at least offer some comfort to her Clanmate. She couldn't help but feel responsible for Ivywhisker's death. Had she not abandoned her post, turned her back on being a medicine cat to have kits instead, it would be her lying there dying for the sake of the medicine cat code. There was no telling if Ivywhisker would have survive the leaf-bare otherwise, but she would not be forcing herself into an early grave for the sake of her Clanmates.
She laid with Ivywhisker long into the night, knowing how close her end was now. She dozed in short spurts, waking suddenly what seemed like every few heartbeats. Finally, when the first light of dawn was beginning to brighten the sky, she started awake at the silence and stillness beside her. Ivywhisker was dead. She simply stared down at the younger she-cat for a long moment. “I'm sorry,” she choked out quietly, pushing her muzzle into the medicine cat's soft tabby fur, “I'll take care of them from now on. I promise.”