Marblepaw (W.I.P)
Feb 19, 2014 23:54:32 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2014 23:54:32 GMT -6
Name(s):
Marblekit, Marblepaw
Gender:
She-cat
Age:
Thirty-six Moons
Clan:
Currently without a home.
Skyclan
Rank: (if you'd like a high position - leader, deputy, medicine cat and their apprentice - make sure you check and see if it's available and then audition for it and wait for it to be checked over by a staff member)
Appearance:
Personality:
Curiosity often guides the femme’s paws impulsively. She follows the invisible strings, allowing herself to give into the temptation to follow the overpowering thirst for knowledge. No matter her place, there is always something to be seen; to uncover a hidden treasure foraged by Mother Nature. The desire to move, to see the world, has left her without roots- without a place that seems like home. Throughout her kithood Marblepaw was raised to believe in others, to trust her clan, and above all else, to be compassionate. Her virtues were idolized in order to follow her father’s steps into the life of a medicine cat.
It had been her focus, her dream to one day assist those who needed help. The clan was only as strong as its weakest links, and to any extent she simply wished to ease the suffering of others, to see them be healed and fit to protect the clan. Naturally soft by nature, she also carries a fiercely protective side. Despite the lack of training to be a warrior, her heart and loyalties will still lead her to defend her company and friends.
History:
- From a young age, the playful kit learned to get along with those around them and occasionally place them before during small games or exploring. No matter the task at hand, she found herself to become an eager learner, wanting to memorize fighting techniques over testing them. Despite the playing and learning, she never felt the area of battle suited her, it always turned into a hollow moment where she would attempt to seek enjoyment elsewhere.
-apprentice
-swept away by river (ten moons)
The untrustworthy banks of the river were no match against the wrath of a river. Seeing the clan rushing to aid one another, Marblepaw darted after the warriors, wishing to help rather than to sit breathlessly on the side lines. Rushing towards the den, she peaked in, checking to see if her fellow clan mates had been taken out and toward higher ground, but as she retreated a cold splash struck her flank. Lost, waves of black and blue hues engulfed her, tugging at her fur, threatening to submerge her. Letting herself follow the river’s crushing strength, the currents lead her away, blocking her view. Over the surface all she could see were the trees flickering by, her home being left behind. Within what seemed like hours her limbs grew heavy, and the river seemed to ease its swiftness as if giving her a chance to live.
Washed onto the banks of the river, all the strength left her to lie on the pebbles. Through the darkness that claimed her conscious mind voices of rouges speaking to her drew her attention. Fear arose, she knew the rouges could scent the clan’s scent woven into her pelt but they did not attack. Little did she know that the rouges would take her in, offer her shelter and in exchange she offered her minor healing knowledge. During her time spent, the collective knowledge grew upon meeting a former clan cat, Spottedheart. A name well titled to an occasionally dark creature, the former medicine cat taught Marblepaw both the ways of healing and subtly attempted to lace in forbidden plants that could cause her patients to drop dead.
No matter how close she became to the gathering rouges, there was always something off. This place was not her home, the smiles in greeting were not of her family, of her clan. No matter how roughly she was tugged, urged to seek out her home, she was needed. Just when things were getting better and the idea of departing became a reality it was all stripped away with the two-legs arrival. They brought monsters that roared fiercely through the day and night as they turned up the earth, scratching into the feeble skin. As their sharp claws edged closer, the small gathering moved away, attempting to stay out of reach of the blood seeking talons.
It was during the night that changed everything for Marblepaw. Her deranged mentor ran off to collect herbs, vanishing into the night within a blink of an eye, leaving the young apprentice to guard the remaining rouges. The sun had risen and the return of Spottedheart had become an agitation for the group. Setting out to find the medicine cat, it did not take long to find the she-cat sprawled out against the soil, motionless, gone. Not only had the single cat she had grown close to was gone but the weight of healing fell upon her shoulders, burdening her with the truth of reality.
The medicine cat had become the keystone in the small group’s survival, and with her absence did the group realize they were leaderless and entirely dependent on the healing knowledge of clan cat fished out of waters. Decisions took twice as long to make and each opinion had to be countered with an argument. Becoming dysfunctional, the small group made the mutual choice to break away. Faith in their new medicine cat had perished, but had it ever been won? As much as she wanted to cling onto everyone, Marblepaw watched few leave together, recalling each time the tongues they shared.
--Time of travel
Characters: Marblepaw, Timbertail.
Gender:
She-cat
Age:
Thirty-six Moons
Clan:
Currently without a home.
Rank: (if you'd like a high position - leader, deputy, medicine cat and their apprentice - make sure you check and see if it's available and then audition for it and wait for it to be checked over by a staff member)
Appearance:
Personality:
Curiosity often guides the femme’s paws impulsively. She follows the invisible strings, allowing herself to give into the temptation to follow the overpowering thirst for knowledge. No matter her place, there is always something to be seen; to uncover a hidden treasure foraged by Mother Nature. The desire to move, to see the world, has left her without roots- without a place that seems like home. Throughout her kithood Marblepaw was raised to believe in others, to trust her clan, and above all else, to be compassionate. Her virtues were idolized in order to follow her father’s steps into the life of a medicine cat.
It had been her focus, her dream to one day assist those who needed help. The clan was only as strong as its weakest links, and to any extent she simply wished to ease the suffering of others, to see them be healed and fit to protect the clan. Naturally soft by nature, she also carries a fiercely protective side. Despite the lack of training to be a warrior, her heart and loyalties will still lead her to defend her company and friends.
History:
- From a young age, the playful kit learned to get along with those around them and occasionally place them before during small games or exploring. No matter the task at hand, she found herself to become an eager learner, wanting to memorize fighting techniques over testing them. Despite the playing and learning, she never felt the area of battle suited her, it always turned into a hollow moment where she would attempt to seek enjoyment elsewhere.
-apprentice
-swept away by river (ten moons)
The untrustworthy banks of the river were no match against the wrath of a river. Seeing the clan rushing to aid one another, Marblepaw darted after the warriors, wishing to help rather than to sit breathlessly on the side lines. Rushing towards the den, she peaked in, checking to see if her fellow clan mates had been taken out and toward higher ground, but as she retreated a cold splash struck her flank. Lost, waves of black and blue hues engulfed her, tugging at her fur, threatening to submerge her. Letting herself follow the river’s crushing strength, the currents lead her away, blocking her view. Over the surface all she could see were the trees flickering by, her home being left behind. Within what seemed like hours her limbs grew heavy, and the river seemed to ease its swiftness as if giving her a chance to live.
Washed onto the banks of the river, all the strength left her to lie on the pebbles. Through the darkness that claimed her conscious mind voices of rouges speaking to her drew her attention. Fear arose, she knew the rouges could scent the clan’s scent woven into her pelt but they did not attack. Little did she know that the rouges would take her in, offer her shelter and in exchange she offered her minor healing knowledge. During her time spent, the collective knowledge grew upon meeting a former clan cat, Spottedheart. A name well titled to an occasionally dark creature, the former medicine cat taught Marblepaw both the ways of healing and subtly attempted to lace in forbidden plants that could cause her patients to drop dead.
No matter how close she became to the gathering rouges, there was always something off. This place was not her home, the smiles in greeting were not of her family, of her clan. No matter how roughly she was tugged, urged to seek out her home, she was needed. Just when things were getting better and the idea of departing became a reality it was all stripped away with the two-legs arrival. They brought monsters that roared fiercely through the day and night as they turned up the earth, scratching into the feeble skin. As their sharp claws edged closer, the small gathering moved away, attempting to stay out of reach of the blood seeking talons.
It was during the night that changed everything for Marblepaw. Her deranged mentor ran off to collect herbs, vanishing into the night within a blink of an eye, leaving the young apprentice to guard the remaining rouges. The sun had risen and the return of Spottedheart had become an agitation for the group. Setting out to find the medicine cat, it did not take long to find the she-cat sprawled out against the soil, motionless, gone. Not only had the single cat she had grown close to was gone but the weight of healing fell upon her shoulders, burdening her with the truth of reality.
The medicine cat had become the keystone in the small group’s survival, and with her absence did the group realize they were leaderless and entirely dependent on the healing knowledge of clan cat fished out of waters. Decisions took twice as long to make and each opinion had to be countered with an argument. Becoming dysfunctional, the small group made the mutual choice to break away. Faith in their new medicine cat had perished, but had it ever been won? As much as she wanted to cling onto everyone, Marblepaw watched few leave together, recalling each time the tongues they shared.
--Time of travel
Characters: Marblepaw, Timbertail.