Post by shiny on Oct 15, 2014 16:12:11 GMT -5
Hi, my name is Sparrowtail. I am 53 moons old and I serve WindClan as a medicine. I am a tom. I was named at birth for my light brown pelt by Amberbreeze and Frostheart.
Short Description: Light brown tabby tom with amber eyes and crippled leg.
Long Description:
Aside from that, Sparrowtail looks like an ordinary cat. He has a light brown pelt with dark brown tabby stripes. They aren't dark enough to be called black, but they're dark enough to be noticed. His eyes are a bright amber, like a drop of golden sun, and he quite likes them. He's been told they're slightly creepy when he stares at cats.
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Personality:
Sparrowtail has the patience of a saint, though you honestly wouldn't think it. He can talk even the most stubborn of Clanmates into eating herbs simply because he's willing to sit their and argue with them the entire day.
Like his patience, his gentleness is a hidden trait you'd never associate with him. His paws are soft when treating an injury, and his voice is quiet and soothing to sick or grieving cats.
It's no secret he has a soft spot for kits. He'll let them crawl all over him or ride around clinging to his shoulders, no matter how awkward or painful it might be due to his leg. He'll let them sit with him while he's sorting herbs and will tell them stories he makes up.
Grumpy, Self-conscious, Paranoid
If you'll take notice of the three positives, you'll notice there are certain traits you need to have to view his positives. Either you need to be a patient or a kit to be on his good side. If you aren't, prepared to have your nose bitten off. Sparrowtail doesn't like to be bothered with meaningless drivel.
He hates his crippled leg. Not because it ruined his warriorhood, or even from the way it looks. Well, maybe the way it looks, but not for vain reasons. He hates it because he always feels like cats are staring at it.
Of course, Sparrowtail ALWAYS feels like cats are staring at him. He's paranoid like that. When he's walking around a crowd, he always tries to limp in the direction that hides his leg from view.
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History:
Galefur and Featherbreeze; one new and one old. Galefur was a new warrior, eager to prove himself and determined to make a name. Featherbreeze was a senior warrior already. She was everything he wanted to be; strong and noble, but still kind and gentle. If she had a shred of ambition in her, there wasn't a doubt in his mind she could become leader.
But no, she was quite fine being a follower instead. Which was why she found Galefur's idolization both strange and embarrassing. She wasn't the type to enjoy being in the limelight. Quite frankly, she found him as fascinating as he found her. Which is why it wasn't long until they became mates and announced her pregnancy.
He was a diligent mate, taking care of her and making sure she was fed and watered. Since WindClan territory didn't have a lot of shade and it was the height of greenleaf, he was worried about her getting heatstroke. Featherbreeze had had a few litters before, and had never had any problems with the heat, but she found his worry adorable and let him do as he wanted.
It was a more difficult birth than either cat had expected. She was getting up there in moons, and probably would have retired by now if it weren't for Galefur. The three kits she birthed were weak and tiny, and one of them died before the next dawn, but it wasn't long before her two sons grew healthy enough to name.
The older one had Featherbreeze's skinny frame but Galefur's light brown pelt. They named him Sparrowkit. The other tom was reversed, having Galefur's more muscular build but Featherbreeze's gray pelt. Him, they named Falconkit.
They were terrors as kits. Watching them, you wouldn't think their lives had been in the balance when they were born. Featherbreeze couldn't take her eyes off of them without them getting into some kind of trouble.
Neither of them was really the mastermind behind their chaos. One day Sparrowkit would come up with a game that got them in trouble and the next Falconkit would think of a prank to play on their mother.
Galefur practically coddled them. He brought them things to play with and always set aside a bit of time to play with them or tell them stories. He was their hero, and more often than not they'd fight over who got to be him in their games.
Life was wonderful and happy and fairly uneventful, up until their apprentice ceremonies.
Sparrowpaw's mentor was a wonderful she-cat named Spottedsky. She was stern and sharp tongued and accepted nothing less than perfection. Which worked well with Sparrowpaw, as he wanted to be nothing less than perfect.
Thw two
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