Post by ❤†εα❤ on Jun 16, 2014 16:55:20 GMT -6
Goosefern Basic |
II. GENDER ; Male
III. SEXUALITY ; Homosexual
IV. AGE ; Twenty-seven months
V. RANK ; Medicine Cat
VI. CLAN ; RiverClan
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Description
silver bengal tomcat
Goosey here, being the kind and warm cat he is, has a structure that could seemingly match it. His body is easily described as lithe or feminine. He looks to be quite delicate with a thin build and a narrowed out face. His build is not one that is too strong, but can be maneuvered around things in a simple manner. He is more meant to be on a defensive side if he was ever caught up in a fight. He is relatively weak and undermined because of his appearance.
As for his coat, it's sleek as any RiverClan cat's could be. Although, going along with his breed, he is more of a naturally slick and silky furred cat. His coloring would be a light silver as a base, which is quite a reflective form of the color. Taking a turn for markings, Goosey has the original black spotted and striped coat, but they are very thin markings that don't take up a large part of his pelt. And, for the last part, his eyes. His eyes are something around the term of seafoam green, but not quite as light.
Personality
As said above, up there in the appearance section at the top, Goosey is quite a flimsy-willed cat. Yes, he can speak up for himself, but not loud enough to leave a staying impression on your perception of him. This part being a little bit more negative than the next, let's dig into his terrible traits. He has very low self-confidence other than when he is applying herbs to injuries or sickened kitties. His self-confidence is quite horrible as well. He views himself as a weakling in easiest of terms.
Taking a spin around for the better, Goosey is more confident in his work than you could ever believe with what I just described to you up there. His confidence is unwavering and he becomes quite sharp when dealing with medicine. He takes religious matters quite seriously and would simply die if StarClan were to tell him to. Another notable quality would be his overwhelming kindness. Not much needs to be said to explain that. He is simply overly nice to his clanmates.
History
Goosey's history isn't too flavorful, I must say. His beginnings are quite warrior-esque and when I say this, I mean it is nearly something of the sort that'd I like to call Fireheart-style. No, his humble life didn't begin in a human home with a liberal escape to live his life in a forest to be free. He was a barn cat living with many others, it was a less-than-fun life style. He ate rats, most cats around him dying off from the transfer of illness, and lived off of a reserve lake which was not all too healthy to drink from. You could say he lived as a rat, quite ironic considering he ate them to live.
Yes, now we come upon the storybook tragic complication in his life. A night in the middle of a hot summer, when all his little half-alive buddies were asleep along with himself, the farmer owning the rundown barn came into check on the horses inside of the barn to see if they were overheating. Being a cat he wouldn't know this of course. The human saw the cats who weren't able to hide as they slept peacefully grabbed his gun, a rifle of some sorts, started shooting. Yes. A fully aware and sane human running a successful farm business, grabbed his gun and went all out on those poor mooches of felines. Being younger than most of the kitties in that barn, Goosey escaped with only a nick on his left ear from a bullet. This event, being quite a dramatic happening, left poor Goose in a shocked state. I mean, imagine having the people you've lived with for a good portion of your life being killed in a massacre. Fun, right?
After this display of brutal killing of his family Goosey was a little scared of life itself. His mind wandered far, to possibilities that most cat's wouldn't really even care about. He took a look at life and felt so cheated. He could die the next day. He could get everything he every wanted the next day, but in reality, he'd never be happy with it. He was weak and he couldn't do anything to affect his future. It was quite the dilemma for him. He took himself and headed to the human towns, hoping he'd be able to thrive there.
Now, remember that Goosey is still quite young at this point, not even a year old. At this point, he was in the middle of being depressed. He was an alley cat with all sorts of issues, mentally and physically. On a terrible fall season when he was around the age of eight months old, the lack of water and the fleas were getting to his head. Taking his beaten form to an old trashcan behind and Italian restaurant, he fell into delusions and nightmares. Here comes the classic whammy, the dream that lead him to live. Everything turns out well, sadly. Goosey, falling asleep for the one hundredth time that week, he was pulled into a mixture of horror and pleasantry. His "dream" consisted of being fed different plants, ew right? He felt the pain and the good of what each brought, each definition driving deep into his mind, clawing open his brains and stamping the memory of them there.
Okay, if anyone were to be told this they'd send Goosey to be put down due to mental illness, but this hallucination happened according to him. His little secret, his little oddity. Being so odd brained, he forced himself to believe it was a message from the gods or at least whoever was up there in the sky. Something was telling him to move on. He didn't know who, but he believed the blessed something or other had sent a little bit of its blessing to him. Inspired and having the knowledge of health in his head, traveled away from the mess of the human cities and into the forests and wild where he could find the plants that had been drilled into his brain.
His history is coming to and ending, and no, hes not dead. Stop wishing for that. Goosey was thriving in better health and wanting to help everything, which was quite a stupid goal if he really wanted to survive by himself, made his way to strong scents these being of mostly of cats and the occasional dog. Being the helpful little twat he wanted to be, Goosey went straight into the settling grounds of one of the groups of cats. He crossed the river easily and even played in it, enjoying the supple feeling of a rushing current. He walked into the camp like he belonged there. Water droplets crawling down his pelt slowly, he approached the nearest cat with enthusiasm. Only the cat was not as enthusiastic as he was. The female cat, Minnowsnatch, yowled a tried to attack him, but Goosey surrendered before anyone was hurt.
He was thrust to the leader. Without being asked or told, Goosey opened his mouth and spurted out his medicinal abilities in a quiet voice, almost begging to not be killed and being let to help. The leader keeping his clan in main interest, allowed the clan medicine cat to evaluate the Goosey. Being taken to the moonpool and being given many herb tests was determined to have a great expanse of knowledge over herbs. StarClan, the lords above that Goosey figured to be the heavenly creatures to send him the torturous dream over this all, accepted him. This sign, something a real medicine cat couldn't dispute, forced the leader to welcome or at least invite this strange stray cat to join them. This is where the history ends. As all may happen, the last medicine cat died at a very old age leaving a worrisome Goosefern, yes he was given a warrior's name, to take over.
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