Post by lightspots ! on Apr 30, 2010 21:37:53 GMT -7
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Basic Information
[/size][/font]Name; Lightspots
Gender; Tom
Clan; RiverClan
Position; Medicine Cat
Personality
[/size][/font]Likes;
1. Eating voles; they're his favorite
2. Seeing his clan prosper
3. Good memories
4. Treating/taking care of clanmates
5. Feeling needed
Dislikes;
1. Nightmares
2. Seeing his clan suffer
3. Loud cats
4. Cats who think they are better than him
5. Running- if he has to, he will
Strengths;
1. Natural Medicine Cat
2. Loyal
3. Self-reliant
Weaknesses;
1. Unforgiving
2. Weak fighter
3. Seeing friends wounded
Summary; Lightspots is loyal, self-reliant, courteous, and unforgiving when the situation is large. Lightspots will never abandon RiverClan, because he knows what chaos life would be like without a Medicine Cat. It would be a hard thing to live without, and for that reason, he will never stray over the border.
He is also very self-reliant. With all of his family gone- there really is no one to rely on anyways. He knows that whatever he decides to do effects his life, and the lives of others. He doesn't ask for your opinion, and doesn't need anyone to lend an ear to listen, or a shoulder to lean on.
RiverClan's Medicine Cat is also courteous. Being a Medicine Cat, Lightspots feels you have to care for others- whether you like to or not. But this isn't a problem for Lightspots, as he's a natural born Medicine Cat and is also, naturally courteous.
Lightspots is also unforgiving when it has to do with a big situation. The tomcat doesn't mind a bit of play when it gets out of hand; as long as it isn't gravely dangerous or something like that. But when it has to do with close friends or family, Lightspots thinks that is crossing the line, especially when the reason it started isn't a good one in the first place.
History
[/size][/font]History; About fifty or so moons ago, RiverClan was home to many diverse toms and she-cats. One of these toms went by the name of Dustfur, and he was a smoky gray color. Dustfur had one love in RiverClan, and that was a snow-white she-cat named, rightly so, Snowflower. The pair of cats radiated their love for one another, and it was over obvious to the whole of the Clan that Dustfur and Snowflower could not spend much of the day away from each other. Of course, the two accomplished their warrior duties, but always each night, they found themselves curled up in their nests next to one another.
Quite a few moons had passed, and throughout this time Dustfur and Snowflower had kept a steady, playful relationship. They were still the best of friends, and now more seasoned warriors that had helped RiverClan time and again. With Snowflower's okay, a few moons later they were expecting a litter of kits.
The day that Snowflower was due, it was a brisk, quiet, and bright RiverClan morning. The sun was the color of blinding white snow with a tinge of gold, how most mornings were. Looking at her surroundings calmed Snowflower as she waited. And then, cut through the clear dawn air, a caterwaul. The Medicine Cat at the time, a slim, golden she-cat, bounded into the den, having been out looking at the sky for an omen in the fading stars. She was at Snowflower's side in an instant, whispering soothing words to the she-cat, telling her softly what she could do to help the process along. Dustfur found himself inside the den after a few moments, and his green eyes showed the concern and helplessness that most do when anticipating their first litter.
The Medicine Cat was overjoyed when the first kit plopped to the nested floor of feathers and down and ferns. The whole of RiverClan hadn't seen a kit in moons- this was great news. That first little kit, fully gray, just like Dustfur, was soon followed by another, this one a mini replica of Snowflower herself. The Medicine Cat and new father soon started licking their fur backwards, trying to warm them up and such, while the Medicine Cat paused once more to watch Snowflower have another spasm. Pushing the kit she had been cleaning over to Dustfur, the Medicine Cat steadied herself beside Snowflower and welcomed the last kit into RiverClan. This one, he was a mix of both parents, white like his mother but with gray spots of fur on him.
But, before Snowflower could even look at her three lovely kits in full, and even name them, the one that looked like her had been lost to the cold. Snowflower had hung her head. Her precious, precious daughter, forever gone, and without ever getting to see her. The world was cruel. But, with encouraging words from her mate and Medicine Cat, Snowflower moved grudgingly on and named her two remaining kits- both toms. She named the one that was gray Cinderkit, for his dark color, and the mixed one Lightkit, for the exact opposite reason.
In the coming moons, Lightkit and Cinderkit bonded, grew up, and played in the Nursery. They made games with the feathers, moss balls and other assorted things they found of interest. Lightkit turned out to be the more mellow of the two, with Cinderkit being rebellious and outspoken. Yet, the two meshed wonderfully, and that was all Snowflower could have hoped for.
While in the Nursery, Dustfur visited his mate and kits regularly. He usually brought them food, and could spend hours inside playing and scuffling with his kits. He still had his warrior duties to attend to, so usually after he got a giggle and a smile out of his two little toms, he would take his leave, with a good-bye lick for Cinderkit and Lightkit, a nuzzle for Snowflower, and hustle into the daily RiverClan life.
A few days before they were scheduled to be made Apprentices, Dustfur did not show up with a vole or a mouse for Snowflower's breakfast. This worried her a bit, and she stared intently out of the Nursery entrance, warding off nagging questions from her kits, not wanting to worry them about their father. When a passing apprentice walked by, Snowflower called out to her. She left her two kits in the Nursery, and talked to the she-cat outside. The apprentice told her that Dustfur had been called for the dusk patrol, and couldn't help but notice they had been gone awhile.
The she-cat apprentice dismissed it with a flick of her tail, saying over her shoulder that the patrol had probably found some foreign scent on our side of the border, and were just investigating it. Snowflower couldn't get it off of her mind though. She went back to her kits, and wandered off to sleep, following her kits' suit.
She dreamt of happiness. Of being with Dustfur, together, out in the forest, with the sun shining on their backs and him purring in her ear.
Lightkit dreamt of death. He was running down a never ending path in the deep, scary forest, and it was pitch black.
And then she was wrestling with Dustfur, getting toppled to the ground, laughing together and smiling and high off of life, eyes sparkling.
Lightkit tried pulling himself out of his nightmare, but try as he might, it sucked him in even farther. A tree loomed up in front of him. He could make out the shape of a warrior taking a nap next to it. He crept closer.
The two -tomcat and she-cat- lay next to each other, panting happily. Their eyes were locked in each other's. They were communicating the things that they could not speak. They loved each other, loved each other. . . .
The Lightkit in the dream faltered as he neared the tree. It was huge, a menacing thing, with thick roots and an even thicker trunk. It made the warrior look small. As he walked closer, Lightkit made out the warrior's fur color. It was gray, like the color of his spots. . . .
Snowflower knew; this moment could not top any other. She was sure of it. She relished in the heat, in Dustfur's gaze, in it all.
Lightkit rounded the corner of the tree. This warrior wasn't sleeping, Lightkit thought. His green eyes were open. Lightkit stuck his nose out at the gray-furred warrior. Something smelled awful. It was so dark.
Snowflower blinked her eyes. The golden sun made her sleepy. She thought, as long as Dustfur is here with me, I feel safe. She blinked again, deeper. Each time, her eyes stayed closed for a longer period. She let out a contented sigh, and kept her eyes closed, soaking up the sunlight.
Lightkit wrinkled his nose. He looked around desperately with his eyes, trying to make out where the smell came from. He was rooted to where he stood, in front of this warrior. And then, a bolt of lightning flashed, and the deafening sound of thunder crashed. The lightning illuminated the warrior's body, and Lightkit saw that the tomcat had a deep gash on his neck. Blood had pooled into a circle around the tomcat. Lightkit tried to take a step back, stumble backwards, but he couldn't. He had never experienced the stench of death before, and he didn't like it, and wanted to get far away from here. It started raining, and as it mixed with the blood, a trail of it brushed Lightkit's paws.
With a cry, Lightkit woke up. He kicked out, got his brother, and woke him up as well. Cinderkit complained. Snowflower had been jolted from her dream, and was now trying to soothe her son. Lightkit kept sputtering, saying his father's name and whimpering.
Snowflower made him explain what his dream was. It sounded absurd and she did not believe him. At the end of his dream, Lightkit stated that it was his father. Snowflower got to her feet, ordered the two to stay inside the Nursery, and padded out of the den. She spotted the leader, and made her way to him. She inquired about the dawn patrol. He expressed his worries too, and said that he had sent another patrol after them, to check. The leader tried to calm Snowflower, but to no avail. She retired back to the Nursery.
Later on in the day, the warrior that the leader had sent after the patrol returned. He was alone, and walked into the camp's clearing with his head and tail low. He walked right to the leader, where they talked for a few brief moments. The leader dismissed the warrior, and both went to their respective dens. The warrior answered no questions. A cloud of confusion hung over the camp.
The leader then called a meeting. Snowflower and her kits watched from the Nursery. The leader nodded to his clan, and cleared his throat.
"The dawn patrol of this morning, as we all know, has not returned. It consisted of three warriors and an apprentice; Tawnypaw, Breezetail, Dustfur, and Mistfeather. I sent Mottledclaw out to find them, and he came back with-"
At this point in the speech the leader stopped.
He shook his head- he had to be strong for his clan.
"-With the gravest news. When Mottledclaw hadn't even gotten to the scene yet, he was completely drenched in RiverClan scent. Coming onto the scene, he discovered Tawnypaw, Mistfeather, and Dustfur dead. Breezetail was badly beaten, but still alive. Two deceased warriors of RiverClan were also found. Now it is to my thinking, that others from RiverClan surely had to be involved. No way could two RiverClanners defeat a more than capable apprentice, two warriors, and badly injure another. Breezetail was too weak to come back to camp, and Mottledclaw made the tough decision to leave him and alert the rest of us. I want all of you to be informed and safe, so please do not leave camp without another warrior by your side. I'm sorry for all the pain this news will cause- but four deeply loyal warriors are now in StarClan. Yes, Tawnypaw will enter as a warrior. She showed tremendous leaps and bounds as a fighter . . . "
Snowflower could not take anymore. That last dream, which was the last time she would ever, ever see Dustfur. It was so unfair. Her kits now didn't have a father.
Lightkit looked at Cinderkit. Cinderkit was unresponsive and staring at the ground, probably thinking about his father. Lightkit turned his eyes away, thinking about his dream. Could it really be true? His father was dead. His kind, loving, great father. The Medicine Cat trotted up to the trio. She dipped her head at Snowflower, and regarded Lightkit and Cinderkit with kind eyes. Lightkit walked up to her and stuck his little nose out, like he had done in the dream. The Medicine Cat smiled lightly, bent down and touched her nose with his. In that moment, Lightkit decided that he wanted to become a Medicine Cat.
The day proceeded, the elders buried the four, and the families of the fallen sat vigil that night. Snowflower insisted that her kits were old enough to sit vigil. The leader obliged, and Snowflower and her kits lay down next to the late Dustfur. Lightkit couldn't look at his father. He was scared that if he looked, there would be a deep gash in his neck. He didn't want to see that again.
"From this moment, until they have earned their warrior names, these apprentice's will be known as Cinderpaw and Lightpaw. Mousewhisker, you will mentor Cinderpaw. I hope you teach him the ways of the noble Warrior code, like your mentor so earnestly did to you. On the other paw, Lightkit will be the new Medicine Cat apprentice. It is my only wish that these two new warriors succeed, and my deepest regret that their father could not be here today to witness this. But he is here in spirit. Lightpaw! Cinderpaw!"
The time Lightpaw had as a Medicine Cat apprentice was short lived, yet every minute was spent learning something. He was taught everything, from the herbs to the rules of being a Medicine Cat. That meant no she-cats, but Lightpaw didn't mind, since no she-cat tickled his fancy. Yet, that is.
Lightpaw had many herbs down by the time he had his first cat limp into the Medicine Cat's den. This cat had a thorn stuck in his pad- nothing bad, but then the injuries started turning frequent and worse. A bellyache here, a cracked pad there. A twisted paw, an eye problem. They were all easy for Lightpaw- he was a natural Medicine Cat.
He had yet to experience a real death in the Medicine Cat's den, yet it was bound to happen sooner or later. He wasn't expecting it to hit so close to home though.
A greencough epidemic spread throughout camp one season. It touched almost every warrior in camp- including his mother, Snowflower. Snowflower was the one to get it worst, actually. The Medicine Cat and himself tried everything to save her- but she was finally put into the paws of StarClan; and then finally out of her misery one cool morning. Lightpaw was plunged into sadness, and the pain that rocked inside his body was raw. That morning, it felt like he was the one dying. His mentor had a talk with him and Lightpaw then understood the hardships Medicine Cats go through. He moved past it, but now the deaths of his father and his mother haunted him.
In a couple of moons time, Lightpaw had shown exponential strength and courage, and the ability to readily do what was needed of him. With this in mind, the Medicine Cat went to talk to the leader about his ceremony. They settled the details, and decided that once Lightpaw got his new name, she would retire into the elder's den.
So with that in mind, the leader called a ceremony. Lightpaw was made into Lightspots, for the gray spotting on his pelt. He welcomed the name happily, and his tail was high when he scouted out his brother in the crowd, beaming up at him. He nodded his thanks, and watched as his mentor was made into an elder. He thought, now all the sick cats have to rely on me. And to be honest, he wasn't as scared as he'd thought he'd of been.
To this day, all those moons later, Lightspots is still, in his eyes, training to be the best Medicine Cat he can be for RiverClan. He has not met a she-cat that he would break the Warrior Code for. He has a strong faith in StarClan, and believes that his father, Dustfur, and his mother, Snowflower are happily together again. His mentor, the old Medicine Cat, died peacefully in her sleep, and even though she is not there to ask questions to anymore, she visits Lightspots in his dreams sometimes. He watched his brother, Cinderpaw, become a warrior, named Cinderstream. Lightspots went through many, many patients, and is expecting many, many more. He knows his job will never be done, and has accepted that. He's watched many of his friends die at his pawpads. Cinderstream too, his life as a warrior cut short. Lightspots knows he does everything possible to try and help, but sometimes that isn't enough, and you just have to rely on StarClan to get you through it.
Behind The Character
Nickname; Rounie
Where did you find us?; Another Site
Contact; PMs work fine
Activity; Enough [: Every day, almost.
Role-Play Sample; Blizzardstrike flicked his tail and a matter of seconds later his eyes slowly sprung open. He then picked his head up, noticing that a few of the warriors had already gotten up. He got to his paws and stretched luxuriously. Picking his way through the maze of sleeping cats, he got to the den’s exit, and breathed in the smell of Newleaf while taking in the sights –seeing if anything worrisome was happening. Finding it all calm and still-drowsy, he spotted his leader, Dawnstar.
Right then, a yawn enveloped his body. After he was finished, he shook off the yawn, ruffling his fur. Blizzardstrike, already on his paws, started to pad towards Dawnstar. When he got close to his leader, his head dipped respectively –out of instinct. Albeit, he was used to doing it, since he dipped his head for her so much, but nonetheless Blizzardstrike would have done it anyways; that’s how much respect he had for his leader. He had seen her through many horrible things, always astounded by the way she handled them so seriously and how she almost always had a knack for coming out somehow on top.
“Hello, Dawnstar. Good morning,” he spoke the words directly to her, in a soft voice, as not to shock her. He took a seat a little off center in front of her and swiped his tail around his paws. As he waited for a reply, his pink tongue lapped over his chest fur, smoothing down his downy fur that had been disheveled earlier by his morning yawn.
The zephyrs suddenly picked up, sending a scent mixture of Clanmates and green. The breeze was strong, yet not terribly so. It took him back to the previous Newleaf, where things had been peaceful and calm. This Newleaf was almost too calm. He waited for a reply, his ears turned towards Dawnstar.
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