Post by Sorrel on Oct 15, 2019 5:08:35 GMT
DUSTFUR
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Tom : 30 moons : ShellClan Medicine Cat : Homosexual
breeding traits
solid black | nub tail | thick, compact build | large paws
Appearance: {longhair solid black tom with a tiny tail and nervous stutter}
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Dustfur is a somewhat small tom with a compact, stout build. His features are round and thick, flowing together in seamless lines across his body. He has large paws and tall ears that do an excellent job of steering clear of the dense coat of fur that covers the rest of him, though decorated by long, wispy whitish hairs that keep them warm. His face is filled in, with a pronounced round muzzle and short but finely angled nose bridge.
His fur is notably dense and warm, forming a subtle mane-like feature around his throat and neck, and blending his hindquarters together into a solid shape. His front limbs interrupt this only slightly, and each leg is somewhat thick for a domestic cat to fit the paws they end in. Despite his heavy coat however, he lacks fur tufts on his ears or toes. Where one would except a large, bushy tail, they would find nothing but a barely notably nub in its place- something the tom has a bit of social anxiety about whenever someone points it out or he thinks it may be getting stares.
His pelt is solid, warm-hued black, his undercoat showing subtle hints of dim greys and dark sable browns. He has no markings of any sort. His eyes are round and light gold in color
His flanks are crossed by a few scars beneath the fur, and his face has a few nicks around it.
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Personality:
{briefly; Anxious, Optimistic, Timid, Self-Conscious, Romantic}
Dustfur has always been a nervous, anxious kind of cat- not really high-strung, being naturally calm, forgiving, and even fairly social, but simply always a little on edge. He can't help but feel like something, somewhere, is about to go horribly wrong, and that it might somehow be his fault or hurt someone he cares about. He knows it's often irrational, but he can't help it. Whenever it gets too bad, he sometimes chews on a poppy seed or a spare cat mint leaf if there are enough, but ultimately there isn't any helping it beyond keeping a positive outlook and trying his best to find ways to break out of that anxious spiral when it starts to happen.
Even so, he is an optimist at heart; he believes in the innate base level of "goodness" in others around him, and they'd have to do something pretty terrible to ever break that faith. He always wants to build others up and help them shine, like his friends did for him when he was younger, and has a hard time doing criticism even if asked for it constructively; he much prefers to remark on what he thought was done well than to critique what was done poorly. He has a trusting nature due to his optimism, generally hoping that others are not out to harm him and that his anxious thoughts really are as wrong as he hopes they'll be.
However, even without his anxiety he's a timid cat. He shies away from loud noises and confrontation, and when forced to encounter it tends to eventually freeze up and lock down at the worst possible moment. He feels a sense of inner shame at what he sees as his own cowardice, and earnestly believes he can never be as good of a warrior as many of his clanmates because of it. This stems from a childhood sense of embarrassment and eventual discomfort by his appearance and naiveté. Though he's usually fine about it, all it takes is one comment, especially one the speaker didn't think he could hear.
Dustfur is a romantic sort, and wants to raise a family and retire to cuddle with someone he loves until they are both called back to StarClan's hunting grounds. He tends to develop small crushes easily, and has developed a habit of dismissing his own feelings for others either because he learned they weren't reciprocated or, more often, assumed they wouldn't be.
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History:
Dustfur was raised in a clan by a river, born as Dustkit to kind though sheltering parents alongside two siblings- a brother, Gravelkit, and a sister, Mottledkit. They grew up and trained side by side. Though they faced adversity in their lives and grew apart over time, it was nothing out of the ordinary.
When he was 14 moons old, hardly long after earning his warrior name, horrible things began to happen. The forest withered and died; the air became poison. All around him cats fell to sickness and despair. At this time, he relinquished most of his warrior duties to help the medicine cat, ignoring the fact that he might get in huge trouble for it.
The cats struggled on for a bit longer, but in his 18th moon of life, StarClan themselves went silent. No leader or medicine cat could reach them, and the Moonstone felt cold and deaf. The survivors of the four clans banded together to journey somewhere once more, as their own ancestors had done long before he'd been born.
Two moons of travel felt longer than he could have imagined. They passed through dangerous, twisting twoleg camps, through open but unsustainable lands. Over the course of the journey, Dustfur met a fellow warrior, Lightfoot. Though they had been raised in separate clans, each was now one for the time being. A friendship bloomed as they journeyed, helping one another and keeping an eye out. When at last the cats found somewhere suitable and began to divide, Lightfoot stuck by Dustfur's side as they headed to the coastline.
Not long after, at 21 moons of age, Dusfur adopted two kittens from a ragged queen who had unfortunately not been able to make the journey; she collapsed on the sand to give birth, but exhausted the rest of her strength. Dustfur and Lightfoot named the male kit Finkit and the female Splashkit, and would raise them together.
Before long, StarClan returned, and the clans could begin to reorganize themselves. Leaders and medicine cats lost in the journey would now be named. Dustfur himself was surprised to receive a dream; for his voluntary service before, and his gentle heart, he was to be the first medicine cat of the clan that was forming around him.
At last, at 23 moons of age, ShellClan was officially named.
Life has been somewhat quiet since, though everyone is still shocked at how quickly things had moved, and he is still learning the basics himself, forced to learn only via dreams due to lack of a previous medicine cat to teach him properly.
At 27 moons, his adoptive children were made apprentices- Finpaw and Splashpaw.
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Family:
parents
Leaftail [mother; ?] - shellclan warrior?
Shadowstep [father; ?] - shellclan warrior?
siblings
Gravelhawk [brother; ?] - shellclan warrior?
Mottledflame [sister; ?] - shellclan warrior?
mate & children
Lightfoot [mate; alive] - shellclan warrior
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Finfoot [son; alive] - shellclan warrior
Splashnose [daughter; alive] - shellclan warrior
clan relations
someonefur [former mentor] - shellclcan
