Stonepelt - Warrior (Medicine Cat)

Furcadia Login Name: Stonepelt

Preferred Warrior Name: Stonepelt

Desired Clan: StormClan

Desired Ranking: Medicine Cat

Desired Character Age: 90 Moons (7 years, 6 months)

Gender: Male

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Physical Description: Stonepelt is a hefty elderly ticked tabby with a thick coat of fur ranging from black to white. He sports a pair of solid pale green eyes that lend to his perpetually grumpy look. He weighs about sixteen pounds, but his coat makes it difficult to determine if that comes from pudge or muscle; it might've been muscle moons ago, but he's starting to struggle with upkeep.

Furcadia Description: Stonepelt is a hefty elderly ticked tabby with a thick coat of fur ranging from black to white. He sports a pair of solid pale green eyes that lend to his perpetually grumpy look. He weighs about sixteen pounds, but his coat makes it difficult to determine if that comes from pudge or muscle; it might've been muscle moons ago, but he's starting to struggle with upkeep. [StormClan - Medicine Cat]

Summarized Description: Scruffy old tabby with pale green eyes and a signature orange splotch between his ears.

History: Born into StormClan to his mother, Webwhisker. He spent 48 moons (4 years) as a Warrior before awakening one morning following a dream that convinced him he should pursue the path of a Medicine Cat. His background as a Warrior made it difficult for him to steer clear of the fighting in the midst of the boar invasion, but he managed to keep himself in check and instead turned to helping evacuate kits, elders, and fleeing wounded. The decision to retreat into new lands was a difficult one to swallow, but when the time came to make Swiftstream a leader he held no reservations.

Personality: Gruff, but unusually good natured. He'll go out of his way to help someone in the clan - and the occasional loner - but he'll often make a show of it being more of a chore than something he actually wants to do. This goes for training apprentices, whether it be Warriors, or (if approved) a future Medicine Cat. Those familiar with him will see straight through this ruse.

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Sample Roleplay Post(s): Stonepelt lay beneath the moon near the riverbank just outside camp watching as fish made their way through the mellow current. It would've been easy to swat one up onto the shore, but his mind wasn't on food - nor the stores back in camp; he was thinking about his age and inevitable end in the coming moons. The sound of three kits rushing down to greet him stopped his thoughts from drifitng too far into glum territory and saw the trio steal away his gaze from the fish. "You said you would show us how to hunt next time the moon was big!" One shouted as they all bumbled their way around his folded front paws, to which he made a snappy playful retort. "I said when it was at its largest and that hasn't happened yet. Look close and you can see a sliver of dark darker than the rest of the sky. Once that's filled in, I'll give you all some tips." He grinned, "But it's our little secret. You three will be apprentices to others soon enough."

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