name: Stormpelt

age:28 moons

gender:Tom

clan: RiverCLan

summary: Tall black and white tom with auburn eyes

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appearance: Stormpelt has long legs. The fur is very wispy around his legs, and is mostly white however around his knees, there is dark Grey. His front paws are all white except for his pads. They are a dark grey colour. His back paws are more flecked with black but are predominately white. At Stormpelt's shoulders, there are many clumps of knotted fur making his shoulders look bulky, when really he is quite lithe. Across his chest, he has a cluster of black splotches, and the fur is very soft and well kept. Stormpelt has a short tail like a manx, and it is black. His face is narrow, and his nose is pink but has a black dot that stretches from his left nostril to just below his left eye. Stormpelt's ears are wide set and the insides are pink while the outsides are white.

personality: Stormpelt is a very calm cat but with a nasty temper. However, it takes a lot to tick him off. He has a lot of patience, but he does get cross with his apprentice easily. He is kinder to wards kits than anyone else because he knows that kits are the warriors of the future, but he has no fear in chastising them. To wards Elders, he is more straight forward to get it through their stubborn heads.

When it comes to herbs, he can name them in his sleep. He tries to do everything in his power to make sure he has plenty of everything even if that means sending out his apprentice everyday to find herbs, or going out himself. He royally hates being out, or low on a herb. Stormpelt rarely shows hostility to wards other Clans, he sees no reason for it. He always greets other Clans with kindness and the same respect he shows his Clan mates.

When dealing with injured cats, Stormpelt stays very calm. It's like his head clears and he is only focused on healing the cat. Most of the time, this is exactly what happens. He observes the injury, and then he will disappear and come out with the herbs. He is also very fast at his work but he works silently and intently. After he is done, he will tell the cat everything they need to do help it heal faster. And when he is all done, he will explain what he did to his apprentice.

StarClan has a special place in his heart. His respect for them and for their prophecies goes really deep. He is very quick to defend them if any cat says something against them. At the time of the half-moon, he gets fidgety and irritated easily, but once he is in the presence of his ancestors he calms down. He takes prophecies very seriously and believes that everyone should be looked at carefully and though through thoroughly.

history: At a very young age, Stormpelt took an interest in the medicine cats job. But as a kit, play fighting and goofing off was his calling. It was all he did until he was around 4 or 5 moons. Around this time, he starting thinking about his apprenticeship. The idea of being a medicine cat filled his head and he reveled in the idea. So, he started hanging around the medicine den and he asked A LOT of questions. The leader noted this. When the apprentice ceremony came around, and Stormkit was named Stormpaw and was called to train as medicine cat apprentice, he couldn't've been happier. He was practically bursting out of his fur.

That night, he sat up and tried to talk to the other apprentices about what it would be like to be a medicine cat. They all told him so go to sleep. Well, he didn't. He sat in his nest with excitement and his little mind went over all the things he would be able to do. He would be able to talk to StarClan, learn how to heal cats, learn about the herbs and be respected. The respect part appealed to him the most at first. He could only imagine his fellow apprentices having to respect his authority. But throughout his training his priorities straightened out.

The first day of his training was a disaster. From his lack of sleep from the night before, he was groggy and unfocused. This infuriated his mentor. Ashamed and tail between legs, the session was ended. Stormpelt wanted to sink into the ground and die from embarrassment. He felt sick to his stomach and he could barely eat his fresh kill. That night, he told himself, he would be the best apprentice ever. With that thought in his head, he slept. He didn't dream at all. In the morning, he woke up bright eyed and bushy-tailed ready to actually start his training.

This training session went a lot better then the previous days. Stormpelt was on the ball and ready for anything. His mentor was sufficiently impressed. Over the course of his training, most of the days were like this. It was a while before his mentor was able to show him how to use the certain herbs on wounds. Stormpelt knew mouse bile well, and poppy seeds, but the other herbs not so much. During leafbare, he learned of cat nip and numerous other herbs to do with battle injuries, a minor poisoning and little wounds. Needless to say, Stormpelt learned quickly and well. He was very attentive as an apprentice.

At his first half-moon gathering, he was nervous and scared to talk to StarClan. On the way before meeting the other medicine cats and their apprentices, his mentor explained what would happen. Stormpelt listened with a little bit fear, and a little bit excitement. He caught every word, and replayed them in his head numerous times until they met up with the other cats. He was introduced to them all. Stormpelt greeted wide eyed and with his fur on end in nervousness and fear. These cats looked far more qualified for this job then he did. His heart sank. Head hung and feeling defeated, he walked solemnly with his mentor.

All his doubts were erased when he came into the presence of StarClan. He was greeted and he greeted them the same way he greeted his fellow medicine cats. The meeting was short, but it reassured him. When he awoke, he wanted to scream out everything that had happened, but he had been told it wasn't right to share. It didn't squash his excitement though. Him and his mentor walked back to camp in silence. He played the meeting over and over again in his head until he fell asleep.

Near the end of his training, Stormpelt starting calming down and for lack of a better term, he matured. No longer was he Stormpaw, the loud rambunctious apprentice, he was now the calm, quiet Stormpaw. His mentor was happy to see the change but sometimes he wished for the old Stormpelt back on slow boring days. Stormpelt never received a prophecy from StarClan as an apprentice, but he did have StarClan cats walk in his dreams. His naming ceremony came and went quickly, with much congratulations.

When the time came for Stormpelt to become Stormpelt, Medicine cat of RiverClan, once again became the loud rambunctious one. His life long dream was to come true, and he couldn't be happier. On the night of his ceremony, he was bubbling with energy and he could barely contain himself. He was sad though to see his mentor step down, but he knew he was qualified enough for the job. So he embraced the new title and he swore on that night to never let his Clan, or faith for StarClan die.

secret word: Goldenlight

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comments: I hope I covered all the requirements o.O