Post by Dreamer on Mar 22, 2014 23:05:09 GMT
name , Laurelsky
gender , she-cat
age , 16 moons
rank , Medicine Cat
clan , Thunderclan
family ,
Mother: Dawnlight
Father: Hawkwing
Littermates: Spiderpaw, Flashpaw,(Blazingkit and Echokit)
Mentor: Fawndapple
Mate:n/a
Kits:n/a
short description , chocolate calico she-cat with blue-green eyes
appearance , Laurelsky is a rather elegant she-cat, or so at first she may seem. She is of average size, with a slender physique. It is obvious she is incredibly flexibly as lithe muscles can be seen under her pelt. Due to her being a medicine cat apprentice from right out of her kithood she never had the training that the apprentices had that strengthened the muscles they used to hunt and fight with. So she seems to be dainty and even a little vulnerable because of it. It doesn't help that she's barely full grown. Most cats still remember her as being an apprentice, and her personality means she usually tries to act smaller than she is.
Her short smooth fur is soft, more like cotton than silk. The colors are breathtaking, a mixture of several earthy colors om a snowy white background. A chocolaty brown stretches across her back, broken by small slices and patches of creamy ginger. Her eyes are outlined half in black and half in ginger, and her nose and paw pads are a light pink. The last thing to mention would be her dazzling eyes.Some of her clanmates have likened her eyes to the sea, of which some have had glimpses of. A large inner ring of blue surrounds her pupil, then a thinner ring of green that slowly blends into the blue, creating a shimmering blue-green sea color.
personality , Without a doubt, Laurelsky is a puzzlement. This beautiful she-cat is bright and outgoing usually with a smile for most cats. She may be young, but she seems to understand the phrase that many medicine cats have used, that all the clan are their kits. She may not be as patient as some cats, but most of her words are meant in warm jest.
Speaking of which, Laurelsky has a sharp sense of humor. She can often be seen teasing other cats in the clan, no matter how much older or younger they are. She is companionable and friendly, and often a cat who is known to be a good counselor when it comes to many things, including love and friendship. After all it is best said that those not involved directly in a problem sometimes have the best insight. While she is not a huge socializer, she is friendly and won't turn down a conversation, not even if she is busy. She is very much a servant, and puts other cats needs and emotions before her own.
Yet behind this warm exterior, is a side of her very few even know about. Laurelsky is deeply insecure. She is afraid that she will let everyone down, that she'll never be good enough. Sometimes she will have days when she refuses to talk to anyone. Cats tend to call them "brooding days." On those days she avoids contact with most cats, by either leaving camp or hiding in her den. These are the times she consciously has to force herself to quiet her inner voice, the one that causes her resolve to waver.
Even though her clan knows about these days, they assume it is because of her grief over Fawndapple. Because if there is anything Laurelsky is good at, its covering up what she really feels, with a mask of happiness.
That being said, Laurelsky is a talented and clever she-cat. There is a reason she earned her full name early, she has always been able to retain information in ways most cats could not, and even though she is not always experienced, she knows enough theory that she should do well.
Interestingly Laurelsky's relationship with Starclan is rather complex. Her grief and her insecurity have made it so that she has involuntarily built a wall between her and Starclan. She can barely access them, and whatever visions or words she may have are fragmented and blurry. Of course this does not help her insecurity, and only causes it to be worse, leading her down into an ever worsening spiral.
As for Laurelsky's fears,her greatest one is to fail her clanmates, to fail herself. This is not as palpable as her other fear, her fear of bees. She was stung once when retrieving honey for Fawndapple, and has never forgotten the pain.
One day she aims to overcome her fears and become the best medicine cat she can be, and serve her clan for many moons more. She has little thoughts or room for anything else, after all, this was what she was born to do.
As for what she enjoys doing and what she doesn't, Laurelsky is a very flexible she-cat. She is grateful for most any type of food, except sea food. Once she had a saltwater fish when visiting a Riverclan colleague, and decided that she would avoid circumstances of that sort at all costs. Otherwise she does not have much that she particularly likes or dislikes. One thing she might say is that she does not really like having to go out at night, and would rather stay in camp if possible.
history, Hawkwing and Dawnlight's story is not a perfect, lovey-dovey, romantic one. Of course this does not mean they don't love each other, but their story is quite ordinary. Close friends for a long while, they decided it was time they took it a step further and became mates. Their friendship started out in their warrior days, as Hawkwing was nearly five moons older than she. It was a casual thing, friendship born out of banter between each other, as they seemed at times more like friendly rivals than anything else. Of course Hawkwing let her win a lot more than she would have normally but she didn't care.
Their first litter was born 25 moons ago. Dawnlight had little trouble, and although Hawkwing paced nervously outside, the medicine cat at the time, Fawndapple, came out and informed him that he had two beautiful sons. Together the jubilant couple named their kits Flashkit and Spiderkit for their pelts.
The two kits grew up much loved by both parents, with Hawkwing visiting every day to play with his sons and give Dawnlight breaks from her kits to hunt or just relax. The family was very close, and the two tomkits were happy as could be. Hawkwing spent so much time with them, teaching them hunting techniques, that they never really felt the need to leave camp to explore, and were content to wait until the time came when they would be able to be apprenticed.
And soon they were, Flashpaw and Spiderpaw, and both parents seemed to nearly burst with pride. For the first two moons of their apprenticeship the toms were ecstatic and their father became almost a second mentor.
Then Dawnlight found she expecting kits again. Both she and Hawkwing were surprised, although not too much, but Hawkwing had an odd foreboding, and made sure Dawnlight moved back into the nursery as soon as she started showing. At first she protested, but then she was grateful she did. Her pregnancy was rough, far worse than her first time. Flashpaw and Spiderpaw came to visit her often, excited but confused about the fact they were going to have siblings.
Fawndapple was far more grave when she exited the nursery to give news the second time, both Hawkwing and Flashpaw and Spiderpaw were there looking at her expectantly. She shook her head slightly and sighed.
" Dawnlight is okay, but she lost two kits in the birth, she's mourning right now, but I think it would be a good idea if you came to comfort her."
Hawkwing's whiskers drooped and his eyes dulled, but he pushed through the entrance to the nursery followed by his rather apprehensive sons.
They found Dawnlight in a ragged heap, sobbing over the two tiny bundles of ginger and tortie fur. One small kit squirmed and mewled at her belly as it suckled but Dawnlight was too distraught to pay it full attention. Hawkwing padded forward hesitantly and nuzzled his mate's ear.
"Dawnlight... I'm so sorry..."
She replied with the barest of nods and he pushed her paws away from the tiny bundles that would have been his kits.
"We should name them."
He noticed that both were she-cats. One of them had been born with a twisted muzzle, and it was obvious why she had not survived, but the other tiny kit was perfectly sound, a ball of ginger fluff. The biggest of the three kits. Dawnlight touched her muzzle gently to the ginger-furred she-kit.
"She was first born.... she will be known in Starclan as Echokit, for she was an echo of life."
Hawkwing saw his beautiful mate hesitate as she looked at the small bundle of tortie fur, the one with the twisted face, tears filled her eyes and she looked away. Knowing it was too hard for her, he gently nudged the cold fur of the tiny twisted kit.
"And I as your father, name you Blazingkit. May your star blaze brightest in Starcan little one."
After a few more moments of mourning Fawndapple carried the tiny bodies out to be buried, and the parents turned their attention to the one tiny kit that had survived the birth. She was small and frail, but she suckled strongly. A deep love was born in both parents that day, for their only daughter. Together they named her Laurelkit for her victory over death.
Laurelkit grew up in a different environment than her brothers did, for obvious reasons. Both her parents were loving to her in ways they had not been for their two older sons, they were constantly with her, for her first few moons never letting her out of her sight. From the very beginning she began to get a strange vibe from her brother Spiderpaw. He gave her long dark looks. Sharp looks. She didn't at first understand why. Her brother Flashpaw she rarely saw, because he was busy with life in general. When she did see him, she felt like he was hesitant.
It wasn't long before she became a daddy's girl. She loved both her parents but whenever she was around Hawkwing she felt safe, secure, happy. Her mother was still recovering from giving birth to Laurelkit, and ended up sleeping more often than not, but Laurelkit was content to stay with her father.
Around her third moon, Hawkwing became more active in the clan, taking out patrols and hunting more often. He still spent time with his little girl, but now with Dawnlight rested, he began to dedicate a lot of time to the clan. Dawnlight began to help another queen with her first litter and Laurelkit was sometimes left alone.
One of those times, Spiderpaw found her. He was nearly a warrior now, and big and strong at that. At first he just wanted to talk, but then when he was sure no one was around he pinned her to the ground and hissed in her ear.
"They may act like you're special, but I know you're not, you're nothing but a useless bundle of fur that just wants them all to yourself."
Then in great anger he cuffed her over the head, but harder than he thought. Blood began to trickle from a scratch in her ear and she was dazed. Spiderpaw was shocked but then he hissed and threatened to hurt her more if she told.
So when Dawnlight found her little kit and shrieked with fear, Laurelkit quickly assured her she had just got caught in some thorns by the elders den. Dawnlight still took Laurelkit to the medicine den, where Fawndapple cared for her gently.
Spiderpaw never hurt her again but he did torment her with words. So much so that Laurelkit began to dread leaving the nursery, but her mother insisted, and even asked Spiderpaw to look after her occasionally.
Around her fourth moon, both her brothers became warriors, and she watched in silence as they gained their warrior names.
Her brother didn't stop his torment, and finally one day to escape him, Laurelkit ducked into the medicine den and found Fawndapple mixing herbs. The medicine cat was surprised to see the little she-cat but welcomed her in. At first Laurelkit was just trying to hide from her brother, but then she became genuinely interested in Fawndapple. The she-cat was firm, but kind, very prim and proper. She enjoyed answering little Laurelkit's questions, and would often quiz the little calico kit on what she had told her about before.
After a while the medicine cat den became not only and escape, but a refuge, a place that Laurelkit enjoyed being in. It wasn't long before other cats started noticing as well. A quarter moon before her ceremony, her parents spoke to her about it. At first they were a little skeptical of their daughter becoming a medicine cat, but then they told her they were proud of her courage to pursue that path.
Laurelkit became Laurelpaw, and was apprenticed to Fawndapple. For several moons all Laurelpaw did was learn and work beside her mentor. She healed many clanmates, and became known as a warm and caring clanmate with a sharp sense of humor and an impeccable judge of character.
She learned so fast and well that she was given her full name at fourteen moons, an achievement among medicine cats. Of course she didn't know everything but she certainly knew more than most cats at her age.
And yet beneath her warm and engaging exterior, a small voice of doubt lay hidden, silent for a time. Whenever she saw her brother it would pipe up. She would smother it, but even so she was acutely aware of its existence. And a small fear played at the back of her mind, the dream she had first seen upon being presented to Starclan. Fawndapple being dragged away, but by what she knew not.
It did not take long for her to find out. One day while Laurelsky and Fawndapple were out gathering herbs near the border, a twoleg and its dog emerged from the undergrowth. Surprise rooted the two she-cats in place for a few seconds, and the dog leaped forward snapping the strange lead from the twoleg's hands. Fawndapple pushed Laurelsky behind her and told her to run.
Laurelsky had never run that fast. Thankfully not too far away she ran into a patrol which her father happened to be leading. Gasping she told her father what was happening and then continued on to the camp, snatching up herbs in preparation for the wounded cats who would arrive.
As soon as she heard the wails she knew it was over.
Fawndapple was buried the next day, but Laurelsky was desolate. She was now the sole medicine cat of Skyclan, and no more than fifteen moons old. Her insecurity now bubbled just beneath the surface and she became hesitant to speak, almost confining herself to her den. Even now,nearly a moon later, she is still dealing with the fear. The fear that she wont be good enough.