Post by DKT on May 15, 2015 19:24:14 GMT -5
Spottednose
RainClan | Deputy |
35 - Moons | Male |
appearance
One look and it’s not hard to guess where Spottednose got his name. The short-haired black-and-white tom’s signature spot was the one thing that set him apart from his otherwise identical father and sister. It also adds to his naturally expressive face, along with his long whiskers and bright green eyes. A fairly lean cat in the hard months, he’s usually the first to plump up in times of good hunting. His claws have always been on the brittle side and can be prone to splitting or breaking, so it’s not unusual to see him limping for a day or two after a battle. It’s also the reason why, when pushed to fighting, he prefers to use his teeth.
personality
Spottednose relies on optimism, even if he has to force it. It gives him the courage he needs to face not only the duties of a warrior, but of Clan deputy. His sense of humor and love for his Clan help him to be friendly with almost all of his Clanmates, though the griping of some cats can grate on his nerves. Though he makes it a point to be amiable to his Clanmates, he rarely forms deeper friendships with individuals. Even his own kin find themselves held at tail’s length.
He enjoys thinking through all the possible consequences of his actions, but Spottednose occasionally has trouble putting those thoughts into words. Phrases like “You know what I mean!” or “that thing” are commonly heard, but he usually manages to make himself understood despite lacking eloquence. His sense of humor often saves him in these situations, allowing him to laugh off his bumbling instead of getting defensive or frustrated.
Whether it’s battle with another Clan or an argument with a Clanmate, Spottednose tries his best to avoid confrontation. His reliance on diffusing the situation and compromise is so steadfast that some might call it cowardice. He will call for a peaceful solution all the way to the battlefield, but he will fight loyally for his Clan. Even if his actions keep him up at night.
He enjoys thinking through all the possible consequences of his actions, but Spottednose occasionally has trouble putting those thoughts into words. Phrases like “You know what I mean!” or “that thing” are commonly heard, but he usually manages to make himself understood despite lacking eloquence. His sense of humor often saves him in these situations, allowing him to laugh off his bumbling instead of getting defensive or frustrated.
Whether it’s battle with another Clan or an argument with a Clanmate, Spottednose tries his best to avoid confrontation. His reliance on diffusing the situation and compromise is so steadfast that some might call it cowardice. He will call for a peaceful solution all the way to the battlefield, but he will fight loyally for his Clan. Even if his actions keep him up at night.
good-humored | strongly opposed to violence
background
The last litter of an older pair, Spottedkit and Crowkit were loved deeply by their parents. Though Darkclaw worried she might not have enough milk, the close care of the medicine cat and her mate, Badgerfoot, kept her kits well-fed. Though Crowkit was easily the bigger of the two, Spottedkit quickly became known in the nursery for his voracious appetite.
Spottedpaw was soon apprenticed to a young mentor, Smalltail. The she-cat was an enthusiastic teacher and Spottedpaw quickly grew to like her. She favored battle training a little more than other mentors, but taught Spottedpaw all the skills of a warrior. Smalltail was full of pride when she finally sent him for his last assessment: a hunt near the SunClan border followed by a mock fight with her. She followed him out of high sight, approving when he caught three pieces of fresh-kill by the time he neared the border. Unfortunately, something found him too: two SunClan cats hunting within RainClan territory! Smalltail revealed herself and attacked, her apprentice following to help. They managed to fight off the attackers, but not without injury.
Spottedpaw’s scratches were shallow and easily treated; he would be able to attend his warrior ceremony that night. Smalltail had some deeper scratches and a nasty bite, but the medicine cat didn’t seem worried. It was a shock when Smalltail developed a serious infection and died during Spottednose's silent vigil.
Although a good warrior, it wasn’t hard to notice that Spottednose was bothered by his mentor’s death. Badgerfoot especially noticed and eventually pulled him aside. When he asked, he was surprised to see his good-natured son become angry. “Smalltail shouldn’t have attacked them! They would have left on their own. She died for nothing!”
“You’re right. Smalltail should have come back and told us. But she’s watching you from StarClan now and I know she would want you to learn from her death. She may be dead, but what she died for is up to you.”
The words weren’t an immediate comfort, but Spottednose took them to heart. He devoted himself to Clan life, always happy to hunt or patrol and especially to joke over fresh-kill after a long day. Even so, he worried about the day he would go into battle again.
That time came in the form of SunClan hunting in their territory again. His Clanmates was eager to teach them a lesson, but Spottednose argued against it. Why not increase patrols or talk to SunClan’s leader? But he was overruled and RainClan attacked. The battle ended with RainClan’s victory, but both sides suffered serious injuries. An older warrior was so badly hurt he chose to retire to the elder’s den. His apprentice, Newtpaw, was given to Spottednose. At the next Gathering, it was revealed that a SunClan apprentice had been crippled in the battle. Spottednose didn’t recognize the name, but couldn’t shake the worry that it could have been a cat he fought.
Newtpaw was a boisterous apprentice, but Spottednose got on with him well. Because Newtpaw was kin to the Clan leader, he found his progress tracked closely. When Newtpaw earned his warrior name, Newtclaw, Spottednose was congratulated on turning out a fine first apprentice.
Within the next few moons, Spottednose was given two honors. The first was another apprentice. The second, following a bad bought of greencough through RainClan, was the deputyship. He had a lot of support within the Clan, but one cat in particular seemed to have an eye on him. Owlpelt didn’t exactly love Spottednose, but she was eager to move up in the Clan and began to flirt constantly. Overwhelmed by the sudden attention, Spottednose felt uncomfortable. He’d never had much interest in she-cats at all, but he didn’t dare offend Owlpelt. Eventually, the she-cat got her way and moved to the nursery with his kits. Spottednose checked up on her from a couple of times out of duty, but mostly busied himself in Clan matters. When Owlpelt went into labor, he chose to lead a hunting patrol instead of pace around the camp waiting for news.
When he returned, the medicine cat was grave. Owlpelt hadn’t survived the kitting. Crowpetal, nursing her own kit at the time, volunteered to take her niece and nephew. When asked to name them, Spottednose looked uncomfortable and deferred to his sister to name them. With the kits in good paws, he chose to keep his distance. The best thing he could do for them, he told those who asked, was to help make a Clan they could be proud of.
Now that his kits have become apprentices, he wonders if he made the right choice. But he know it’s too late to change his mind and does what he can to avoid them. Working hard to keep the peace for RainClan, he tells no cat of the nightmares where his kits are killed in battle.
Spottedpaw was soon apprenticed to a young mentor, Smalltail. The she-cat was an enthusiastic teacher and Spottedpaw quickly grew to like her. She favored battle training a little more than other mentors, but taught Spottedpaw all the skills of a warrior. Smalltail was full of pride when she finally sent him for his last assessment: a hunt near the SunClan border followed by a mock fight with her. She followed him out of high sight, approving when he caught three pieces of fresh-kill by the time he neared the border. Unfortunately, something found him too: two SunClan cats hunting within RainClan territory! Smalltail revealed herself and attacked, her apprentice following to help. They managed to fight off the attackers, but not without injury.
Spottedpaw’s scratches were shallow and easily treated; he would be able to attend his warrior ceremony that night. Smalltail had some deeper scratches and a nasty bite, but the medicine cat didn’t seem worried. It was a shock when Smalltail developed a serious infection and died during Spottednose's silent vigil.
Although a good warrior, it wasn’t hard to notice that Spottednose was bothered by his mentor’s death. Badgerfoot especially noticed and eventually pulled him aside. When he asked, he was surprised to see his good-natured son become angry. “Smalltail shouldn’t have attacked them! They would have left on their own. She died for nothing!”
“You’re right. Smalltail should have come back and told us. But she’s watching you from StarClan now and I know she would want you to learn from her death. She may be dead, but what she died for is up to you.”
The words weren’t an immediate comfort, but Spottednose took them to heart. He devoted himself to Clan life, always happy to hunt or patrol and especially to joke over fresh-kill after a long day. Even so, he worried about the day he would go into battle again.
That time came in the form of SunClan hunting in their territory again. His Clanmates was eager to teach them a lesson, but Spottednose argued against it. Why not increase patrols or talk to SunClan’s leader? But he was overruled and RainClan attacked. The battle ended with RainClan’s victory, but both sides suffered serious injuries. An older warrior was so badly hurt he chose to retire to the elder’s den. His apprentice, Newtpaw, was given to Spottednose. At the next Gathering, it was revealed that a SunClan apprentice had been crippled in the battle. Spottednose didn’t recognize the name, but couldn’t shake the worry that it could have been a cat he fought.
Newtpaw was a boisterous apprentice, but Spottednose got on with him well. Because Newtpaw was kin to the Clan leader, he found his progress tracked closely. When Newtpaw earned his warrior name, Newtclaw, Spottednose was congratulated on turning out a fine first apprentice.
Within the next few moons, Spottednose was given two honors. The first was another apprentice. The second, following a bad bought of greencough through RainClan, was the deputyship. He had a lot of support within the Clan, but one cat in particular seemed to have an eye on him. Owlpelt didn’t exactly love Spottednose, but she was eager to move up in the Clan and began to flirt constantly. Overwhelmed by the sudden attention, Spottednose felt uncomfortable. He’d never had much interest in she-cats at all, but he didn’t dare offend Owlpelt. Eventually, the she-cat got her way and moved to the nursery with his kits. Spottednose checked up on her from a couple of times out of duty, but mostly busied himself in Clan matters. When Owlpelt went into labor, he chose to lead a hunting patrol instead of pace around the camp waiting for news.
When he returned, the medicine cat was grave. Owlpelt hadn’t survived the kitting. Crowpetal, nursing her own kit at the time, volunteered to take her niece and nephew. When asked to name them, Spottednose looked uncomfortable and deferred to his sister to name them. With the kits in good paws, he chose to keep his distance. The best thing he could do for them, he told those who asked, was to help make a Clan they could be proud of.
Now that his kits have become apprentices, he wonders if he made the right choice. But he know it’s too late to change his mind and does what he can to avoid them. Working hard to keep the peace for RainClan, he tells no cat of the nightmares where his kits are killed in battle.
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