Post by Trick on Jun 20, 2014 15:20:00 GMT -6
Springleap Basic |
II. GENDER ; male
III. SEXUALITY ; unknown
IV. AGE ; twenty-five moons
V. RANK ; medicine cat
VI. CLAN ; thunderclan
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Description
light brown and white tabby tom
Springleap in general is a pale brown tabby with cloudy green eyes.
His coat is a creamy brown shade, a solid colour from his head to her tail. Overlaying this brown pelt are pale, slightly darker tabby stripes. Tracing in a thin yet jagged pattern, the tabby stripes line his body and mark his face and tail. The tabby stripes become darker and more defined around each of his four legs, before fading again. He has a white splotch on his nose, which traces down onto his chest, narrowing to a gentle tip in the area between his two front paws. Each of his four feet are also covered in white socks. Spring's eyes are so pale they would not be at all noticeable, if it weren't for the thin black lining -almost like eyeliner- around each eye. There is the same lining around his nose. His eyes themselves are incredibly pale, a soft and dusky iceberg green, cloudy around the outside and clearing up near the pupil. Springleap in terms of body-shape is long and thin, though quite small. Whether this small size is natural body shape or due to past nourishment is unknown.
Personality
Springleap has always been relatively cheerful and bubble. He's definitely never dull to be around, and always happens to find a way to cause an adventure. He's fun-loving and makes it his goal in life to put a smile on every face that he finds. He's relatively open to new ideas and thoughts, and will usually be the first one to try them out, even if it includes danger. He's no warrior but he has a warrior's frame of mind, and will often take on tasks better left for those trained to do them. He can be reckless and a little scatter-brained, but for the most part his strong will and heart keep him on the safe and narrow.
Springleap will often say one thing and be thinking the complete opposite. He is sharper than he lets on, though will usually goof around or complain. An important thing to remember, he will whinge about practically anything, unless it is actually important to him, then his jaws become a steel trap.
He is flippant and seemingly carefree, but in actuality he just likes to keep people at a distance. A bit of an adrenaline junkie with a hero complex, Spring will partake in anything he deems 'fun', and nothing else. If he feels like doing something, he'll do it, but while he may begin something on a whim, once started he has a stubborn dedication that will lead him to its completion.
He isn't very good at taking orders from authority figures that he doesn't respect, and will more than likely do the complete opposite of what he is asked. In his mind respect needs to be earned, rather than given, and he is a very picky judge of character.
Likes; Shrews, rain, swimming, running, adventures, new ideas, dusk
Dislikes; Hot places, rabbits, secrecy, early mornings, strenuous work,
History
Springleap was born far from camp, on the edge of the Shadow-Thunder border. The Thunderclan warrior Leafspiral had given birth to a half clan kit. Dedicated and loyal as she was, Leafspiral opted to leave her kit on the border, in the hopes that a Shadowclan patrol would come along and take the kit away. Hiding her in a patch of leaves, Leafspiral returned to camp, guilty but relieved. Unfortunately, before a Shadowclan patrol could arrive, a Thunderclan one did. With no scent on the kit, they took her back to camp and gave her to one of the queens to nurse. Leafspiral watched on, unable to do anything. Due to the confusion around her birth, the pale tabby was named Springkit for his long legs and the hope that there would always be a joyful spring in his step.
From birth Springkit was a strange creature, talking to imaginary creatures and playing by himself. He wasn't solitary by nature, but his little quirks as well as the mystery around his birth made it difficult for her to befriend the other kits in the nursery. As it was, he was named an apprentice alone and given a mentor to begin her training. Warrior training wasn't suited for Springpaw. He was always too slow, or too small or too unmotivated. No matter what he tried, there was never any motivation to succeed. On one occasion during a careless training session, Springpaw ended up in the medicine den for treatment. While not spellbound by the previous medicine cat Thymedust, the tom showed more interest in the few hours he spent with her than he ever had in the training arena. Whenever he had the chance, he began to spend more and more time with the young medicine cat, and as such his already bad training became crippled.
With his status as a warrior in jeopardy, and not caring, Springpaw saw this as the perfect opportunity to get closer to Thymedust. He approached the current leader and begged to change to a medicine cat apprentice. It took perseverance, and perhaps it was this show of determination, more than he had ever shown in his training, that his request was eventually granted. His motives were purely selfish, he was falling for the medicine cat and wanted to be near her, but nobody needed to, or did know this. And so his training began.
Springpaw took his training serious enough to earn a passing grade, if only to stay as Thymedust's apprentice. He memorized everything she set and helped when she asked, all the while attempting to get closer to her and win her heart. He knew very well the laws binding the she-cat, and didn't care. So he waited and wooed and learned.
One bad winter half the clan fell sick with greencough, Thymedust and Springpaw worked tirelessly for close to a moon until the last case cleared up. Or so they thought. As the traces left the camp, Thymedust contracted the disease, and while Springpaw tried to save her, she died shortly after. Now without his childhood crush, the tom was struck with fear. His reasons for becoming a medicine cat were lost, and now there was nothing standing between him and the clan. They were depending on him.
His nightmares didn't let him sleep that night, or any night, until the time to visit the spirits at the half moon meeting arrived and Springpaw left. He was certain he was going to be rejected, since Starclan could see very clearly into his heart, but what he hadn't realized was, as he had worked, he had changed. Or rather, Thymedust's death had changed him. Now with his ulterior motives out of the way, there was nothing stopping the tom from pouring his heart into the clan. He was told as much by the Starclan cats he visited, and one cat in particular, Silverfoot, gave him his name herself. Springleap, for his endless spirit and exuberant personality.
With no she-cat to turn his desires onto, Springleap instead turned to his clan, and poured every ounce of his being into their health. The information was already ingrained into his brain, so why not? His flippant and somewhat petulant personality didn't change, so maybe it was just that his determination became more prominent. Whatever it was, Springleap was transforming into a dedicated medicine cat.
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