Post by hedge on Dec 4, 2014 2:55:07 GMT -5
c h e r r y p a w
need to know
»clan: Riverclan
» age: 10 Moons
» gender: Female
» rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice
» status: Healthy
» mentor/apprentice: Yewberry
» description: Small tortoisehshell she-cat with yellow-green eyes[/ul]
deeper
Cherrypaw has always been a bit petite. Not quite elfin or diminutive or any of those words that might be applied to the unusually small, but she is no hulking beast in any sense of the word. She has a delicate and dainty build, one that could easily lean towards looking unhealthy without the proper care. However, it seems as if Cherrypaw is at least receiving an adequate amount of care, because she looks perfectly healthy. Certainly, she could be taller, and she could stand to be a little heavier for when the weather turns colder, but she is not even the least bit sickly. She isn't built all that long or slim. She is rather proportional for her small size. Normal sized legs, a body of average length, paws and ears that she has thankfully grown into, things of that nature. Nothing looks too big or out of place; everything is just on a slightly smaller scale. Cherrypaw still has some growing to do, but being so close to the twelfth moon mark, it's not going to be much. She's always going to be the small one in the bunch, and she's accepted it for the most part. Her coat is a mottled mix of blacks, browns, and shades of orange. On her body, legs, and tail, the colors can be separated somewhat, but they are more mixed together than they are on her face, where there are a few large, distinguishable patches of orange, a few visible stripes of a darker, richer ginger color present. Her eyes, in color, are a shade of yellow that becomes more green the closer the color gets to her pupils. They're a nice compliment to a darker, and Cherrypaw's favorite feature.
» personality: |sassy|independent|stubborn|intelligent|childish|
Cherrypaw's name is as fitting for her personality as it is for her appearance. She has her sweet moments, but she can be quite sour and biting when she wants to be, which is often enough. She is a lively young cat, bold and full of spirit, and she is bound to keep everyone on their toes, or at least alert in her presence. Cheeky and sometimes lacking a filter, Cherrypaw can be a tad bit disrespectful to her elders, be they recently named warriors who won't stop parading around camp like they're prized heroes or the crankiest Elder in the back of den who is constantly complaining about some ache or pain. There is a chance she'd probably sass at her leader if she felt the need to. Sometimes things just slip out, and when they do, Cherrypaw is content to tell anyone who has the problem with it that she's just speaking the truth. It might only be true to her, but she thinks she's being honest. She should be rewarded for it. Cherrypaw likes to think she's brutally honest and telling you like it is, because isn't going to take any of your darn belly achin', but right now, it's almost all sass. There is some honesty. If you're hurt, she's going to tell you what exactly is going on, probably and detail, and what will happen if you don't listen to her advice. If you're sick and need to be resting, she's going to let you know that if she catches you out of the nest her mentor put you in, she will remind you of the consequences and tell you to get back in that nest and take a nap. She may not have the best bedside manner, but she'll be downright effective when her mentor is no longer around to guide her.
Not that she takes to being guided easily. Ever since Cherrypaw could pull herself around on tiny kitten legs, she's been independent. She's always wanted to do things on her own, from figuring out how to walk to learning which herb does what and when you need to use it. It makes things a bit hard when someone wants to help her with something she hasn't done before, but it's not the biggest hurdle. It's safe to assume, though, that once she's been told the basics of something, she's not going to want anyone's help with it. Cherrypaw is loathe to ask anyone for help at anytime, and it takes the most dire of situations for her to turn to someone older and more experienced and ask for assistance, and afterwards, she'll act like it never happened. It never did, in her mind. As far as she's concerned, she did it all by herself and if you tell anyone otherwise, she will chew your ear off with the angriest lecture a cat her size can muster. Which is a lot, to be honest. Cherrypaw may be small, but her personality is large and loud and pretty much impossible to ignore. She's as stubborn as stubborn can be, too. It makes for a very difficult cat to work with if you're not patient or you don't find the idea of wanting to bang your head into the den wall out of frustration a good one. Once Cherrypaw is set on something, there is no changing her mind. Anyone could try talking her out of something for moons and she'd stick with her guns. This might come in handy later, when she knows just how to handle some cat's care and some warrior who knows next to nothing about healing tries to tell her she's wrong. She's right, she knows she's right, and nothing could convince her otherwise. She can do anything on her own. She doesn't need your help. and she's not going to let you leave the medicine cat's den early just because you think you're feeling better.
Cherrypaw is a cat hungry for knowledge. She has a fascination with her work that any medicine cat should be proud of. Thankfully, she's not just incredibly into her work. She has a knack for picking new information up quickly. Cherrypaw is a smart cat, an intelligent little creature from day one. Thank goodness for it, because if she didn't have her brains, her independence and her stubbornness would be even more of a hindrance to her and everyone who has to deal with her on a daily basis than they already are. However intelligent and ahead of the game she might be when it comes to knowing her field, Cherrypaw is not some mature cat trapped in a young apprentice's body. She can be childish. Her lack of a filter may or may not be a part of it, but she's not in complete control of everything yet. She still has so much to learn before anyone considers her mature. She'll never lose her sass or her snap, which is such a large part of her, but she could stand to be a bit more in control of her emotions. She gets jealous and angry easily, and still takes some insults to heart, and her reactions can be a bit more extreme than those of an older cat who's had more time to understand their emotions and how to properly react. She does not take well to comments about her size or her skill as a medicine cat, and will shoot back comments that are equally as harsh or even more so in retaliation. There have been moments where she's stormed out of the den in a huff because her emotions are too much. She can be a little selfish at times, and a little rough, but she'll grow out of most of it eventually.
» background:
Cherrypaw doesn't really remember a day where Riverclan wasn't doing something weird, where the word "Thunderclan" wasn't synonymous with words like "Enemy","invasion", and "Prepared", where they didn't go through the motions of an invasion at a frequency that could only be called increasingly paranoid and really concerning. She's sure there was a time when it wasn't like this. In fact, she knows it used to be rather different not too long before she was born. Maybe two or three moons before she came into the world. She feels jipped that she missed all the normalcy, because as much as she finds this all oddly entertaining, she'd much rather not have to remember the steps of a possible invasion and she'd like to know what a Gathering's like. She'd love to live in a world where everyone doesn't seem paranoid and on edge, and where the clans don't all seem to hate each other, but that's just not happening right now. She's dealing with it. Anyway, ten moons ago, Rootnose and Berryface gave birth to their first, and currently only, litter. It was a small litter, only three kits, but the two warriors were perfectly happy with that number. They could shower three kits with love and attention more easily than a larger litter, and they wanted to pretty much smother their little ones in love. They adored them.
Cherrypaw came first, and her parents still love to joke to this day that she just had to much to do and too much to say and needed to come into the world as soon as possible. The only male out of the bunch, Plumkit, came soon after. It was the second female and the last kit who held the whole process up for longer than anyone would have liked. Applekit took up the rear and took her good sweet time getting there at the same time. By the end of it, everyone was exhausted but relieved to see that all three little bundles of joy were all happy, healthy, and noisy. Especially little Cherrykit, who had been wriggling around, squeaking, squealing and crawling the entire time. She kept the entire nursery from sleeping well into the night because she just would not quiet down, unless she was eating. For a while, the only peace and quiet anyone got in that den was when Berryface was feeding her kits. Eventually, to everyone's joy, Cherrykit ran out of thatever things she was trying to say,and took to trying to blindly wriggle away from her mother and out of the den. Usually, she didn't get far, but there was one or two times where no one caught her until she well out of the den and into camp.
Cherrykit being a pawful didn't stop once her eyes opened and she was allowed to actively explore the world. If anything, being able to fully experience the world around her made her even more hard to handle, and especially hard to keep an eye one. The moment she sensed a lapse in attention, she'd be running off to somewhere else in camp, trying to find something to get into it. When Berryface was able to hold onto her energetic daughter, Cherrykit still found something to entertain her. She would sit between her mother's paws as Berryface repeatedly washed her kit for lack of anything else to do with her that would involve holding her still, and she would watch the medicine cat's den. It seemed like magic, that cats could og in there all wounded and sick and come out good as new. She wanted to do that! So, one day, when she was about three or four moons old, she marched into that den, looked right at the cat that would soon be her mentor, and told him she wanted to do everything he did and more. She wanted to do that kind of magic. Her mind was made up. There was no convincing her to think about being a warrior, though the medicine cat and her parents tried. Cherrykit had made up her mind, and there was no changing it.
Not long after she made the sudden declaration, Cherrykit, Plumkit, and Applekit became Cerrypaw, Plumpaw, and Applepaw. Her brother and sister went off to go learn how to fight things and protect stuff, or whatever it was warriors do, and Cherrypaw made herself comfortable in her new home. She assumed her new role with a passion and vigor that surprised pretty much no one. She'd been intense in everything she did as a kit, so it wasn't much of a shock that she was the same way as an apprentice. At first, it was difficult. She would get things mixed up, and storm out of the den to go sulk by the river, shooting comments at anyone who happened to look her way at the time. As the moons wear on, Cherrypaw has grasped onto what she needs to know and flourished. Yes, she doesn't have the best bedside manner and probably never will. but she'll be a proper medicine cat when the time comes.
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immediate kin
» sons: xxx
» daughters: xxx
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extended kin
» mother: Berryface
» brothers: Plumpaw
» sisters: Applepaw
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