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Personal Info
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Name:Dovekit, Dovepaw
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Clan: Shadowclan
Rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice
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Visual
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Formal Description: Dovepaw makes a distinct appearance with a grey and white smoky pelt and piercing amber eyes. His fur is silken and long, white at its base and darkening towards the tips until it becomes a jet black, leaving most of him a dark grey fading into pale grey but with a white ruff, underbelly, and paws, with paler grey on his flanks and the inside of his hind legs. His ears are slightly tufted, and fuzzy on the inside with white fur. Legs and tail are both long, giving him a tall stance.
Thick fur tends to make Dovepaw look rather big compared to most cats, but the truth is he's actually on the scrawny side, and while gifted with long limbs and a stance a couple inches above the average cat of his age, he isn't actually all that large otherwise in build or thickness. His features are gentle, with a rounded muzzle and soft curves, and he steps lightly where he walks. Its not uncommon to see his fur dusty or with dirt stuck to it, and he seems to alternate between being too distracted and busy to take care of it for sometimes days on end to being completely absorbed with keeping it neat and tidy. He also tends to shed a lot, much to his distress.
He has no visible scars, but parting the fur of his belly will reveal several long marks that make him very sensitive of his underside.
Breed: Norwegian Forest Cat/Traces of Maine Coon
Summary Description: A tall grey smoke tom with orange eyes and long fur.
Imagery:
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Life
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Personality: Dovepaw is cautious above all else. He is soft spoken and soft stepping, always seeming to be wary of some unforeseen incident or accident. He's quick to apologize and take the blame when things go wrong, even when they are not truly his fault, and he always is submissive around others, preferring to stay quiet most times, avoiding crowds and staying in the shadows and outskirts of things. He hates attention, and tends to be awkward in conversation, having a smooth voice but often stuttering when nervous and uncomfortable.
Dovepaw is fascinated by medicine however and studying the world around him, and can be a bit of a philosopher, often spending his time studying the oddities of nature and the world, wandering the forest or staring into the water and at the stars. He can zone out, or if talking to someone comfortable, ramble on about theories, spirituality, and science.
When he isn't preoccupied by idle study though, he delves fully into his role as Medicine Cat Apprentice, and often works with a will bordering on obsession, often constantly cataloguing and organizing stores, and always first to offer assistance in any manner or ill. This tends to mean he stresses out very easily when things actually do go wrong, and is quick to work himself to exhaustion, and his manner of becoming easily distracted from himself and focused on tasks tends to mean he is rather poor at taking care of himself.
Still, all in all Dovepaw is a very gentle and caring soul. He's easily flustered, tends to purr melodies to himself, is always glad to be helpful, and tends to be very empathetic and sensitive to others. He's trusting, and always willing to listen to try to help with any problems. He can be submissive though, and in this manner he tends to be easily forced into doing things, and tends to be cowardly when it comes to combat, reluctant to fight and often clumsy with his battle moves.
History: When Birchclaw had her kits, many of the other queens and the medicine cat worried. She managed only two in the litter, and both were weak, sickly and thin. One would die before his first moon, the second would only barely live. Eventually he would fill out, growing tall quickly, but he would never be as strong as the other kits, and he would be... odd. He enjoyed the company of the other kits but rarely played the games or chattered with them, always... on the outside. In fact he barely spoke at all. For some time Birchclaw and Smokefoot worried after Dovekit... no matter what they attempted he remained slightly estranged from the other kits.
However Dovekit seemed to enjoy spending time with the elders, and many days would find him listening to their stories and lessons, even when he was a little older helping the apprentices and medicine cat clean their bedding and remove their tics. Eventually he would find himself drawn to the medicine cat and her den as well, following her after she would visit the elders to check on them, asking her about her job and why it was different from the other warriors, how she did it, what starclan was like... he only managed to work up the nerve to ask her a question once every few days or so, but he always burned with curiosity, his amber eyes always bright even though his steps were hesitant.
Birchclaw and Smokefoot took Dovekit's interest in the medicine cat as a chance for the kit where he might otherwise have struggled, and when it came close for him to become an apprentice they begged to Lilydawn to consider taking him in. She was still young as a medicine cat, but since her mentor was no longer there she was technically eligible for an apprentice. It seemed the best option for Dovekit...
And thus when he became Dovepaw, he was to find himself a medicine cat in training by fortune and choice of Lilydawn. He was eager to learn under her, though painfully shy and hesitant at first, his nerves often getting to him. Still he studied on his own, working to memorize, study, and organize. Eventually he would start getting it... but still he couldn't help feeling he was lacking as an apprentice. Not to mention he was horrible at other apprentice studies... he could manage hunting fairly well, but he balked at climbing and was a horrid fighter. He was too timid, too nervous... and when he got caught up in a border scuffle he suffered a nasty wound across the belly when he let another clans apprentice get the better of him. After he would be on edge around the other clans, keeping his distance at the gatherings, though he knew and felt guilty for not sharing tongues when it was such an important rite, and shying away from the other medicine cats at the half moon.
Yet what could Dovepaw do? Worry... and worry... and worry. He strived to pour his being into his job, and think of nothing save his role in the clan...
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Family
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Mother: Birchclaw
Father:Smokefoot (Deceased)
Siblings:Featherkit (Deceased)
Mate: N/A
Kits: N/A
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Name:
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Clan: Shadowclan
Rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice
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Visual
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Formal Description: Dovepaw makes a distinct appearance with a grey and white smoky pelt and piercing amber eyes. His fur is silken and long, white at its base and darkening towards the tips until it becomes a jet black, leaving most of him a dark grey fading into pale grey but with a white ruff, underbelly, and paws, with paler grey on his flanks and the inside of his hind legs. His ears are slightly tufted, and fuzzy on the inside with white fur. Legs and tail are both long, giving him a tall stance.
Thick fur tends to make Dovepaw look rather big compared to most cats, but the truth is he's actually on the scrawny side, and while gifted with long limbs and a stance a couple inches above the average cat of his age, he isn't actually all that large otherwise in build or thickness. His features are gentle, with a rounded muzzle and soft curves, and he steps lightly where he walks. Its not uncommon to see his fur dusty or with dirt stuck to it, and he seems to alternate between being too distracted and busy to take care of it for sometimes days on end to being completely absorbed with keeping it neat and tidy. He also tends to shed a lot, much to his distress.
He has no visible scars, but parting the fur of his belly will reveal several long marks that make him very sensitive of his underside.
Breed: Norwegian Forest Cat/Traces of Maine Coon
Summary Description: A tall grey smoke tom with orange eyes and long fur.
Imagery:
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Life
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Personality: Dovepaw is cautious above all else. He is soft spoken and soft stepping, always seeming to be wary of some unforeseen incident or accident. He's quick to apologize and take the blame when things go wrong, even when they are not truly his fault, and he always is submissive around others, preferring to stay quiet most times, avoiding crowds and staying in the shadows and outskirts of things. He hates attention, and tends to be awkward in conversation, having a smooth voice but often stuttering when nervous and uncomfortable.
Dovepaw is fascinated by medicine however and studying the world around him, and can be a bit of a philosopher, often spending his time studying the oddities of nature and the world, wandering the forest or staring into the water and at the stars. He can zone out, or if talking to someone comfortable, ramble on about theories, spirituality, and science.
When he isn't preoccupied by idle study though, he delves fully into his role as Medicine Cat Apprentice, and often works with a will bordering on obsession, often constantly cataloguing and organizing stores, and always first to offer assistance in any manner or ill. This tends to mean he stresses out very easily when things actually do go wrong, and is quick to work himself to exhaustion, and his manner of becoming easily distracted from himself and focused on tasks tends to mean he is rather poor at taking care of himself.
Still, all in all Dovepaw is a very gentle and caring soul. He's easily flustered, tends to purr melodies to himself, is always glad to be helpful, and tends to be very empathetic and sensitive to others. He's trusting, and always willing to listen to try to help with any problems. He can be submissive though, and in this manner he tends to be easily forced into doing things, and tends to be cowardly when it comes to combat, reluctant to fight and often clumsy with his battle moves.
History: When Birchclaw had her kits, many of the other queens and the medicine cat worried. She managed only two in the litter, and both were weak, sickly and thin. One would die before his first moon, the second would only barely live. Eventually he would fill out, growing tall quickly, but he would never be as strong as the other kits, and he would be... odd. He enjoyed the company of the other kits but rarely played the games or chattered with them, always... on the outside. In fact he barely spoke at all. For some time Birchclaw and Smokefoot worried after Dovekit... no matter what they attempted he remained slightly estranged from the other kits.
However Dovekit seemed to enjoy spending time with the elders, and many days would find him listening to their stories and lessons, even when he was a little older helping the apprentices and medicine cat clean their bedding and remove their tics. Eventually he would find himself drawn to the medicine cat and her den as well, following her after she would visit the elders to check on them, asking her about her job and why it was different from the other warriors, how she did it, what starclan was like... he only managed to work up the nerve to ask her a question once every few days or so, but he always burned with curiosity, his amber eyes always bright even though his steps were hesitant.
Birchclaw and Smokefoot took Dovekit's interest in the medicine cat as a chance for the kit where he might otherwise have struggled, and when it came close for him to become an apprentice they begged to Lilydawn to consider taking him in. She was still young as a medicine cat, but since her mentor was no longer there she was technically eligible for an apprentice. It seemed the best option for Dovekit...
And thus when he became Dovepaw, he was to find himself a medicine cat in training by fortune and choice of Lilydawn. He was eager to learn under her, though painfully shy and hesitant at first, his nerves often getting to him. Still he studied on his own, working to memorize, study, and organize. Eventually he would start getting it... but still he couldn't help feeling he was lacking as an apprentice. Not to mention he was horrible at other apprentice studies... he could manage hunting fairly well, but he balked at climbing and was a horrid fighter. He was too timid, too nervous... and when he got caught up in a border scuffle he suffered a nasty wound across the belly when he let another clans apprentice get the better of him. After he would be on edge around the other clans, keeping his distance at the gatherings, though he knew and felt guilty for not sharing tongues when it was such an important rite, and shying away from the other medicine cats at the half moon.
Yet what could Dovepaw do? Worry... and worry... and worry. He strived to pour his being into his job, and think of nothing save his role in the clan...
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Family
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Mother: Birchclaw
Father:
Siblings:
Mate: N/A
Kits: N/A
