Post by Rabbitfoot on Sept 11, 2016 15:37:36 GMT -6
riverclan
rabbitfoot
AGE
15 Moons
GENDER
Male
RANK
Medicine cat
APPEARANCE
Essentially, Rabbitfoot is a ticked tabby: the tips of his fur on his top half being grey while the root of the hair remains a dusty brown, leaving a brown stripe down his underbelly and prominent tabby markings across his face. Twolegs would refer to him as a Blue Abyssinian, but his namesake probably describes his colour just as well if not better. It'd probably be quite striking if he didn't spend all his time seemingly bigging through under-brush and forgetting to groom himself after. His fur, although dense and short, is usually stuck up at off angles by vegetation and cobwebs, to the point even a beautiful colouration and striking yellow eyes can't make him more attractive. Even the fact he's a slender thing only makes him look more like a forgotten loner that's wandered into camp - not helped at all by the fact he moves like a rabbit: still, and then jerky movement all at once.
PERSONALITY
After the biting sickness almost every cat could be talked about in terms of before and after, and Rabbitfoot is just another in a long line of cats that were immeasurably happier before. Young as he is, he's well aware that he's not the best candidate for the clan's only medicine cat, and every meeting since the Great March he's been half expecting that yes, it was a mistake, there's someone to replace you. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how you see it, no one's come forward to do so. With the loss of his mentor to double check his work Rabbitfoot's become less and less confident about being able to do even the simplest of things that he wouldn't have struggled with before. Was it yarrow that helped a cat throw up poison, or was stinging nettle the better option? Was it the nettle leaves he needed then or the seeds? At this point, he's much happier to sit at the back of every meeting and trust in the judgement of cats much older than himself...Even if he's certain he might actually be right.
It doesn't help that 'foot' describes him more aptly than his mentor perhaps intended. Yes, he's definitely just as agile as you'd expect, with the reflexes to go with it, but he's as jumpy as, well, a rabbit most of the time. Sometimes he focuses too hard on a single thing and loses touch with the world around him - just for a little while! But it's enough time that anyone who wants to can just walk up behind him and he won't even feel their footsteps through the ground. It's certainly gotten him teased as a kit, but it was always his mentor's hope that it would somehow help bring him closer to Starclan...Whether or not it ever has or will is up for debate. As amusing as his focus is to others, it's not always a hinderance. He's good at reading body language when he needs to: that slight hitch to the step looks like a sore paw, but that over bend at the elbow of another looks like a busted ankle. Of course, it's much easier to notice specific things on cats he knows the best even though some things are generic over every cat.
At his heart, all Rabbitfoot wants to do is figure out what plants and remedies work better than the others. It's the main reason he was chosen as an apprentice, beyond his lack of aptitude for general warrior duties and skill at telling when others are hurt. He has a drive to find out what everything around him does, how to use it, and what cats should avoid. Surely there's some combination of things that are just plain better? His mentor never let him experiment with mixes of treatments on anyone other than himself, though he never saw the harm in it, and even though now he technically has the authority to do it himself he's too nervous to even try. Considering the devastation the biting sickness had on the morale of the clan, that's probably a good thing. Last thing they need is a sickness caused by one of his cures.
HISTORY
As long or as short as you like. Please do not mention living family members unlessyou are interested in adopting them out or roleplaying them yourself.
SEXUALITY
Asexual/Ambiguous romantic inclinations
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Thyme.
Herb, growing in sunny places.
Leaves can be chewed on to relieve nervousness and anxiety.
Not for the first time Rabbitfoot wished that he could see to his own nervousness with his stores before he saw to anyone else's. But there was always another queen with cramps that worried her - who knew if the biting sickness could effect kits before they were born - or an apprentice with a scratch they got from training - what if the cat who scratched him had the sickness and hadn't shown it yet - or an elder with an ache or a pain - elder's had ached long before the biting sickness came, kit, and don't forget it - and by the time he'd gotten through all that he was too tired to even think of sitting with a few leaves to chew.
With the sun on his back, and a sprig of the plant between his paws, he could sit and contemplate it for a moment, though. The idea of not being worried that at a moment's notice someone would come to him for something more than a basic leaf or a bit of windflower. It would be nice, he thought, to just sit and chew on some thyme for a while. But thyme wasn't really all that effective. Poppy seeds worked better at soothing cats even if they were better for relieving pain - the moment you started handed out seeds for everything though the more cats you got asking for them again and again even when they didn't need them. Juniper berries, too, but he was never sure if they soothed just because the symptoms died down...There was no cat to try it on, though, no cat willing to try plant after plant to ease a nervousness they were all supposed to have forgotten now those with the biting sickness were gone. And what if mixing juniper berries and thyme caused laboured breathing, rather than helping? What if-
The questioning meow behind him made him flinch, back arching in shock as he twisted and hopped to turn and face the poor cat that had stumbled on him staring into space before he'd made it back to his den to store the thyme.
Another cat, another problem.
"Ah, thi- if you just- sorry-" With that stuttered apology Rabbitfoot shoved the plant into his mouth and started trotting back to his - the medicine cat's, Oakheart's - den, nodding along with the other cat as they tried to list the symptoms to their problem.
His fur would probably smell of thyme for days before he remembered to clean himself properly, and his den for even longer.
15 Moons
GENDER
Male
RANK
Medicine cat
APPEARANCE
Essentially, Rabbitfoot is a ticked tabby: the tips of his fur on his top half being grey while the root of the hair remains a dusty brown, leaving a brown stripe down his underbelly and prominent tabby markings across his face. Twolegs would refer to him as a Blue Abyssinian, but his namesake probably describes his colour just as well if not better. It'd probably be quite striking if he didn't spend all his time seemingly bigging through under-brush and forgetting to groom himself after. His fur, although dense and short, is usually stuck up at off angles by vegetation and cobwebs, to the point even a beautiful colouration and striking yellow eyes can't make him more attractive. Even the fact he's a slender thing only makes him look more like a forgotten loner that's wandered into camp - not helped at all by the fact he moves like a rabbit: still, and then jerky movement all at once.
PERSONALITY
After the biting sickness almost every cat could be talked about in terms of before and after, and Rabbitfoot is just another in a long line of cats that were immeasurably happier before. Young as he is, he's well aware that he's not the best candidate for the clan's only medicine cat, and every meeting since the Great March he's been half expecting that yes, it was a mistake, there's someone to replace you. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how you see it, no one's come forward to do so. With the loss of his mentor to double check his work Rabbitfoot's become less and less confident about being able to do even the simplest of things that he wouldn't have struggled with before. Was it yarrow that helped a cat throw up poison, or was stinging nettle the better option? Was it the nettle leaves he needed then or the seeds? At this point, he's much happier to sit at the back of every meeting and trust in the judgement of cats much older than himself...Even if he's certain he might actually be right.
It doesn't help that 'foot' describes him more aptly than his mentor perhaps intended. Yes, he's definitely just as agile as you'd expect, with the reflexes to go with it, but he's as jumpy as, well, a rabbit most of the time. Sometimes he focuses too hard on a single thing and loses touch with the world around him - just for a little while! But it's enough time that anyone who wants to can just walk up behind him and he won't even feel their footsteps through the ground. It's certainly gotten him teased as a kit, but it was always his mentor's hope that it would somehow help bring him closer to Starclan...Whether or not it ever has or will is up for debate. As amusing as his focus is to others, it's not always a hinderance. He's good at reading body language when he needs to: that slight hitch to the step looks like a sore paw, but that over bend at the elbow of another looks like a busted ankle. Of course, it's much easier to notice specific things on cats he knows the best even though some things are generic over every cat.
At his heart, all Rabbitfoot wants to do is figure out what plants and remedies work better than the others. It's the main reason he was chosen as an apprentice, beyond his lack of aptitude for general warrior duties and skill at telling when others are hurt. He has a drive to find out what everything around him does, how to use it, and what cats should avoid. Surely there's some combination of things that are just plain better? His mentor never let him experiment with mixes of treatments on anyone other than himself, though he never saw the harm in it, and even though now he technically has the authority to do it himself he's too nervous to even try. Considering the devastation the biting sickness had on the morale of the clan, that's probably a good thing. Last thing they need is a sickness caused by one of his cures.
HISTORY
As long or as short as you like. Please do not mention living family members unlessyou are interested in adopting them out or roleplaying them yourself.
SEXUALITY
Asexual/Ambiguous romantic inclinations
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Thyme.
Herb, growing in sunny places.
Leaves can be chewed on to relieve nervousness and anxiety.
Not for the first time Rabbitfoot wished that he could see to his own nervousness with his stores before he saw to anyone else's. But there was always another queen with cramps that worried her - who knew if the biting sickness could effect kits before they were born - or an apprentice with a scratch they got from training - what if the cat who scratched him had the sickness and hadn't shown it yet - or an elder with an ache or a pain - elder's had ached long before the biting sickness came, kit, and don't forget it - and by the time he'd gotten through all that he was too tired to even think of sitting with a few leaves to chew.
With the sun on his back, and a sprig of the plant between his paws, he could sit and contemplate it for a moment, though. The idea of not being worried that at a moment's notice someone would come to him for something more than a basic leaf or a bit of windflower. It would be nice, he thought, to just sit and chew on some thyme for a while. But thyme wasn't really all that effective. Poppy seeds worked better at soothing cats even if they were better for relieving pain - the moment you started handed out seeds for everything though the more cats you got asking for them again and again even when they didn't need them. Juniper berries, too, but he was never sure if they soothed just because the symptoms died down...There was no cat to try it on, though, no cat willing to try plant after plant to ease a nervousness they were all supposed to have forgotten now those with the biting sickness were gone. And what if mixing juniper berries and thyme caused laboured breathing, rather than helping? What if-
The questioning meow behind him made him flinch, back arching in shock as he twisted and hopped to turn and face the poor cat that had stumbled on him staring into space before he'd made it back to his den to store the thyme.
Another cat, another problem.
"Ah, thi- if you just- sorry-" With that stuttered apology Rabbitfoot shoved the plant into his mouth and started trotting back to his - the medicine cat's, Oakheart's - den, nodding along with the other cat as they tried to list the symptoms to their problem.
His fur would probably smell of thyme for days before he remembered to clean himself properly, and his den for even longer.
