Post by Antnose on Aug 26, 2016 22:52:22 GMT -6
Windclan
Antnose
AGE
87 Moons
GENDER
Tom [Transgender]
RANK
Medicine Cat
APPEARANCE
Antnose is a very small tom, slight and skinny: one could easily say that he is all too bony even for a Windclan cat. His fur is short, sleek and typically kept clean except for when he is too achy to reach certain areas. Most of his pelt is black, however it is broken up a bit by brownish highlights. Other distinguishing features is that he has large, almost owl-like yellow eyes, a solid black nose, and a chunk of fur missing from his tail along with a scar on his back leg.
PERSONALITY
It is surprising that despite his age Antnose is a very high energy tom; he never seems to stop whether it be from actual physical movement or just from talking someone's ear off. He truly does love to talk - he will keep a cat for hours if someone dares to ask about a story specially if it is about the clan's history. It is always time to educate the younger generation about the glory of the past.
He is insecure about his abilities as a medicine cat and often second guesses himself and can come off as nervous so he has started the habit of being very clean and even a bit territorial of his den to compensate for his inability. Cats in his den can't do anything without his knowledge or permission. He keeps his herbs in a neat pile and is constantly keeping them sorted and even the nests he makes are in specific spots and changed out often.
He does not like to have his age brought up, most of the time he ignores comments on it all together. He does not want to admit he is getting old or how his joints are beginning to stiffen up and how he may not be as bouncy as he used to be. He worries often of what will happen to the clan without him so he feels he must keep a strong face.
He also takes the clan borders very loosely, as a medicine cat he doesn't follow the same clan rivalry however he likes to push his limits. His idea is that we are all going to go to Starclan one day so might as well get use to this.
He is still loyal to his clan however; Windclan will always come first and always be home but he will not suffer any warrior nonsense of who he can or can't heal. This is a fairly new quirk for him for when he was a warrior he typically did not bother much with the other clans but he was known to be fairly easygoing in his younger days.
He is the fatherly type, he sees the whole clan as his family and treats them like so. Having issues your own parents? Too late, you're adopted now. Need advice on a pretty she-cat? Time to hear a lesson from Antnose.
HISTORY
Antkit was the single kit in the litter of a Windclan she-cat named Sparrowheart, Sparrowheart was a young she-cat and she had barely been made a warrior before she became mates with the tom Sandthroat. While some clanmates pitied her for moving to the nursery so quickly, in truth the she-cat was quite content there. While she would never admit it she had a dislike for some of her warrior duties, she wasn't fond of fighting and had little interest in teaching apprentices the skills of it.
When her kit was born she attempted to pass down her displeasure about the Warrior life through cautionary tales about the other clans but her words were futile on the young kit, it wasn't long before Antkit became Antpaw as zealous as any cat to become a warrior apprentice.
He was disappointed that he could not became his father's apprentice, though the warrior who was his mentor, Grayclaw, was just as admirable as Sandthroat. While Grayclaw was a stoic, fierce warrior it seemed little of his personality rubbed off on Antpaw who remained a bouncy, high energy tom from the day he was apprenticed to the day he became a warrior.
In his youth he was a well-rounded tom with a keen curiosity of the world around him. Eventually he trained enough that he got his warrior name and so he was dubbed Antnose, he began the next moons of his life like any average warrior cat. He went on patrol with Sparrowheart and a few other clanmates. It was supposed to be a normal patrol, mark some things, maybe hunt a little but as they got deep into the moors a terrible scent came to the cats.
The smell of badger was carried by the wind, it was strong and close. One cat turned tail to go warn the clan and get reinforcements, they would not be enough even for a lone badger.
As they scented it out suddenly the badger came from a burrow hidden by the tall grass and the slope of the hill. The creature attacked Sparrowheart first but Antnose was quick on his feet and jumped on the creatures back and soon the two cats were going back and forth to fight it off. Just before help could arrive though the badger clamp powerful jaws on Antnose's back leg, making him drag himself to safety as someone else drove the animal off.
In the next few days he spent a long time in the Medicine cat's den, just trying to find out if his leg would ever get better. He was young though, and the medicine cat talented, his leg was saved despite a bit of soreness and a large scar.
His life continued on as normal, for many moons he carried on his warrior duties like any loyal Windclan cat. Mentored quite a few apprentices, gained a couple scars, and possibly even broke a few hearts over the year. Eventually though his body began to slow down. While he did not want to admit it he was getting too old to carry on as a full warrior, when he slipped a joint one too many times in his bad leg he started a limp and just could not run the moors of his clan anymore. He decided it was finally time to retire.
Despite his retirement he ended up spending a lot of time in the medicine cat den due to the pains in his leg and sometimes other small issues. Sometimes he came in for trivial things and while he did not admit it directly it was mostly due to loneliness. The other elders bored him and the medicine cat den was just a touch more exciting, at the very least it smelled better! It was not until the strange sickness started up in Windclan that he stopped complaining on small matters.
As the sickness progressed through the clan he was horrified to watch the death toll rise; he had never felt so small and aware of his own mortality. Somehow he had managed to escape the illness though he saw many of his older denmates succumb. While each death was terrible he mourned the most when the medicine cat died. It seemed this illness was truly bent on ruining his clan.
After the Great March Antnose was a sad shell, even at his age he tended to keep an aura of melancholy that kept him from wanting to eat or sleep properly. He began to have strange dreams, odd starry dreams that made sleeping even harder to come by. He often woke shaking and with issues breathing. Many nights he wondered if this was Starclan way of telling him it was time to join them. Sometimes he could have swore he saw his parents in those dreams.
One day as he came close to the medicine cat den, he suddenly felt a bit lighter. He had the strangest sense of belonging as he went to the entrance. It occurred to him that the clan needed a medicine cat and though he was old he had a bit of knowledge on herbs that could be useful. He decided he would temporarily fill in until Starclan chose someone better fit than him to take care of the clan.
Though he never wanted to come out of retirement, it has become clearer to him that he has become a permanent medicine cat.
SEXUALITY
Demisexual, Homoromantic
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
The wind was strong, roaring across the moor and with it carried deceptively soothing scent of lavender and rain. Antnose knew better though as he stepped through the thick grass, the clouds above him were heavy and dark with rain and in the distance he could not ignore the flashes of lighting. As he heard the rumble of thunder he knew that was a good sign that he should return to camp unless he wanted to deal with a drenched coat but he could not bring himself to stop his hunt.
Not that he was hunting prey, it had been many moons since he was able to pounce upon a agile rabbit. Instead he was on the search for herbs, he did not know what he needed or even why he needed certain plants but for the most part he could guess the names of things. He came across a white flowered plant, it had a curious spicy smell that he sniffed out among the lavender. He examined it, trying to pin the scent better, needing to know what it was. To him there was only a few ways to figure out what an herb did without asking someone and so he plucked it and chewed a bit of the plant.
"Ack!" he cried out, spitting out the awful bitter flavor. He rubbed at his tongue for a few moments, with the smell and the taste he felt like he could figure it out. It seemed so familiar he thought he would go mad if he didn't know it. When a odd nauseous feeling rolled in his stomach he panicked, worried he ate something poisonous.
"Great Starclan, curse my foolishness! If this is toxic I'll need. . .I'll need. . ." He stopped for a moment, steadying himself. He knew what he needed, yarrow! He suddenly sat down and laughed at himself, yarrow was good for bringing up poison for it made a cat sick. His amusement came from the fact that he had not eaten something deadly but he had stumbled upon yarrow itself.
Antnose was not certain but he assumed the plant probably had other uses than making him gag so he quickly grabbed a few stems to carry to his den.
He barely made it half way to camp before the lightning and thunder roared all the louder then suddenly it had begun to pour.
87 Moons
GENDER
Tom [Transgender]
RANK
Medicine Cat
APPEARANCE
Antnose is a very small tom, slight and skinny: one could easily say that he is all too bony even for a Windclan cat. His fur is short, sleek and typically kept clean except for when he is too achy to reach certain areas. Most of his pelt is black, however it is broken up a bit by brownish highlights. Other distinguishing features is that he has large, almost owl-like yellow eyes, a solid black nose, and a chunk of fur missing from his tail along with a scar on his back leg.
PERSONALITY
It is surprising that despite his age Antnose is a very high energy tom; he never seems to stop whether it be from actual physical movement or just from talking someone's ear off. He truly does love to talk - he will keep a cat for hours if someone dares to ask about a story specially if it is about the clan's history. It is always time to educate the younger generation about the glory of the past.
He is insecure about his abilities as a medicine cat and often second guesses himself and can come off as nervous so he has started the habit of being very clean and even a bit territorial of his den to compensate for his inability. Cats in his den can't do anything without his knowledge or permission. He keeps his herbs in a neat pile and is constantly keeping them sorted and even the nests he makes are in specific spots and changed out often.
He does not like to have his age brought up, most of the time he ignores comments on it all together. He does not want to admit he is getting old or how his joints are beginning to stiffen up and how he may not be as bouncy as he used to be. He worries often of what will happen to the clan without him so he feels he must keep a strong face.
He also takes the clan borders very loosely, as a medicine cat he doesn't follow the same clan rivalry however he likes to push his limits. His idea is that we are all going to go to Starclan one day so might as well get use to this.
He is still loyal to his clan however; Windclan will always come first and always be home but he will not suffer any warrior nonsense of who he can or can't heal. This is a fairly new quirk for him for when he was a warrior he typically did not bother much with the other clans but he was known to be fairly easygoing in his younger days.
He is the fatherly type, he sees the whole clan as his family and treats them like so. Having issues your own parents? Too late, you're adopted now. Need advice on a pretty she-cat? Time to hear a lesson from Antnose.
HISTORY
Antkit was the single kit in the litter of a Windclan she-cat named Sparrowheart, Sparrowheart was a young she-cat and she had barely been made a warrior before she became mates with the tom Sandthroat. While some clanmates pitied her for moving to the nursery so quickly, in truth the she-cat was quite content there. While she would never admit it she had a dislike for some of her warrior duties, she wasn't fond of fighting and had little interest in teaching apprentices the skills of it.
When her kit was born she attempted to pass down her displeasure about the Warrior life through cautionary tales about the other clans but her words were futile on the young kit, it wasn't long before Antkit became Antpaw as zealous as any cat to become a warrior apprentice.
He was disappointed that he could not became his father's apprentice, though the warrior who was his mentor, Grayclaw, was just as admirable as Sandthroat. While Grayclaw was a stoic, fierce warrior it seemed little of his personality rubbed off on Antpaw who remained a bouncy, high energy tom from the day he was apprenticed to the day he became a warrior.
In his youth he was a well-rounded tom with a keen curiosity of the world around him. Eventually he trained enough that he got his warrior name and so he was dubbed Antnose, he began the next moons of his life like any average warrior cat. He went on patrol with Sparrowheart and a few other clanmates. It was supposed to be a normal patrol, mark some things, maybe hunt a little but as they got deep into the moors a terrible scent came to the cats.
The smell of badger was carried by the wind, it was strong and close. One cat turned tail to go warn the clan and get reinforcements, they would not be enough even for a lone badger.
As they scented it out suddenly the badger came from a burrow hidden by the tall grass and the slope of the hill. The creature attacked Sparrowheart first but Antnose was quick on his feet and jumped on the creatures back and soon the two cats were going back and forth to fight it off. Just before help could arrive though the badger clamp powerful jaws on Antnose's back leg, making him drag himself to safety as someone else drove the animal off.
In the next few days he spent a long time in the Medicine cat's den, just trying to find out if his leg would ever get better. He was young though, and the medicine cat talented, his leg was saved despite a bit of soreness and a large scar.
His life continued on as normal, for many moons he carried on his warrior duties like any loyal Windclan cat. Mentored quite a few apprentices, gained a couple scars, and possibly even broke a few hearts over the year. Eventually though his body began to slow down. While he did not want to admit it he was getting too old to carry on as a full warrior, when he slipped a joint one too many times in his bad leg he started a limp and just could not run the moors of his clan anymore. He decided it was finally time to retire.
Despite his retirement he ended up spending a lot of time in the medicine cat den due to the pains in his leg and sometimes other small issues. Sometimes he came in for trivial things and while he did not admit it directly it was mostly due to loneliness. The other elders bored him and the medicine cat den was just a touch more exciting, at the very least it smelled better! It was not until the strange sickness started up in Windclan that he stopped complaining on small matters.
As the sickness progressed through the clan he was horrified to watch the death toll rise; he had never felt so small and aware of his own mortality. Somehow he had managed to escape the illness though he saw many of his older denmates succumb. While each death was terrible he mourned the most when the medicine cat died. It seemed this illness was truly bent on ruining his clan.
After the Great March Antnose was a sad shell, even at his age he tended to keep an aura of melancholy that kept him from wanting to eat or sleep properly. He began to have strange dreams, odd starry dreams that made sleeping even harder to come by. He often woke shaking and with issues breathing. Many nights he wondered if this was Starclan way of telling him it was time to join them. Sometimes he could have swore he saw his parents in those dreams.
One day as he came close to the medicine cat den, he suddenly felt a bit lighter. He had the strangest sense of belonging as he went to the entrance. It occurred to him that the clan needed a medicine cat and though he was old he had a bit of knowledge on herbs that could be useful. He decided he would temporarily fill in until Starclan chose someone better fit than him to take care of the clan.
Though he never wanted to come out of retirement, it has become clearer to him that he has become a permanent medicine cat.
SEXUALITY
Demisexual, Homoromantic
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
The wind was strong, roaring across the moor and with it carried deceptively soothing scent of lavender and rain. Antnose knew better though as he stepped through the thick grass, the clouds above him were heavy and dark with rain and in the distance he could not ignore the flashes of lighting. As he heard the rumble of thunder he knew that was a good sign that he should return to camp unless he wanted to deal with a drenched coat but he could not bring himself to stop his hunt.
Not that he was hunting prey, it had been many moons since he was able to pounce upon a agile rabbit. Instead he was on the search for herbs, he did not know what he needed or even why he needed certain plants but for the most part he could guess the names of things. He came across a white flowered plant, it had a curious spicy smell that he sniffed out among the lavender. He examined it, trying to pin the scent better, needing to know what it was. To him there was only a few ways to figure out what an herb did without asking someone and so he plucked it and chewed a bit of the plant.
"Ack!" he cried out, spitting out the awful bitter flavor. He rubbed at his tongue for a few moments, with the smell and the taste he felt like he could figure it out. It seemed so familiar he thought he would go mad if he didn't know it. When a odd nauseous feeling rolled in his stomach he panicked, worried he ate something poisonous.
"Great Starclan, curse my foolishness! If this is toxic I'll need. . .I'll need. . ." He stopped for a moment, steadying himself. He knew what he needed, yarrow! He suddenly sat down and laughed at himself, yarrow was good for bringing up poison for it made a cat sick. His amusement came from the fact that he had not eaten something deadly but he had stumbled upon yarrow itself.
Antnose was not certain but he assumed the plant probably had other uses than making him gag so he quickly grabbed a few stems to carry to his den.
He barely made it half way to camp before the lightning and thunder roared all the louder then suddenly it had begun to pour.
