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Post by [S] Icy: on Dec 10, 2012 13:56:19 GMT -5
Name: Larkfur[/size]
Age: Sixty-three moons
Gender: Tomcat
Allegiance: Marshclan [medicine cat]
Appearance: X
A long, lanky tomcat, his frame is starting to show bits and pieces of older age, though he is still kicking strongly. Limbs that seem like noodles hang from the joints of his shoulder, followed by a lengthy, lithe body, thinning out into a shorter tail. Most of his stomach and paws are a milky white, which stops abruptly near the shoulders and forehead. In its place is a brown tabby coloration, darker stripes zig-zagging his body. His eyes are a dark amber color, almost as though they were on fire, though it is only a reflection of light. He has a few scars, but then again, what cat does not out in the wild? Overall, he is a pretty neat little guy in looks, but not extraordinary.
Personality: To place it simply, Larkfur is pretty batty, especially when it comes to Starclan. A loyal to the bone medicine cat, his heart was set to heal as soon as he was born, and he has enjoyed his position in Marshclan ever since. As a matter of fact, he attempts to push his own strong beliefs in the ancestor Clan onto other warriors, telling them that they 'Need some Starclan', or something of the matter. Do not listen to the medicine cat, he does not understand what he is saying half the time.
However, while he might be a touch crazy, there is a bit of sanity left in the tomcat. He is quite caring of other cats, especially the apprentices, as well as a bit bossy. Whatever he believes, he will stick to it until proven otherwise, though he will give some leniency to few topics, if they come up. In all honesty, if a cat decides to become the Marshclan medicine cat apprentice, they should probably believe in Starclan. Or, you know, Larkfur might just preach about "y'all need Starclan" or something.
History: Larkfur's parentage is not exactly.. pure, to say the least. Furzepelt, a lovely brown molly with a wicked sense of romance, was always the flirt. Yet, she did not flirt with the toms in her Clan, and instead, went after loners and rogues, occasionally a kittypet. She went around for quite a while, all in secrecy, and mated with two different tomcats before she became pregnant; both toms were the fathers of her soon-to-be kits. She mated with Rouge, a dark ginger kittypet, and Lyss, a brown tabby-and-white loner, before becoming a queen.
When the kits were born, there were four in that litter; Firekit and Gingerkit resembled Rouge the most, followed by Larkkit and Robinkit looking more like Lyss. The Clan was perplexed by this, though it soon passed over when Furzepelt refused to reveal information. The kits grew up quickly, though the only molly, Firekit, caught kitten cough and died soon after. Larkkit was deeply sorrowed by this, and wanted to learn how to help cats grow out of sicknesses. This was the first time he sought interest in the medicine cat way of Clan life.
He became an apprentice, his name changing from Larkkit to Larkpaw, and was mentored by the medicine cat, Icetail. This was a wonderful accomplishment for the tomcat, and he was sure to prove his worth throughout his apprenticeship. Robinpaw and Gingerpaw became warriors at thirteen moons, becoming Robinpelt and Gingerheart. Larkpaw was quite proud of his siblings, and he could barely wait for his own full name in the upcoming moons.
At a ripe age of twenty moons, Larkpaw received his full name, becoming known as Larkfur. It was at this time that Icetail was beginning to show signs of age, as her white fur was starting to show silver hairs, too. She stayed strong for a while, though retired to become an elder when Larkfur was about thirty moons. It was a bit heartbreaking for the tom, yet he knew that he would be able to care for the Clan the best he could.
However, even though he took great care of his patients, Larkfur himself became sick with an unknown disease for around a moon, recovering slowly. When he did fully recover, his beliefs in Starclan grew to ten times as much as before. He started to push his ideas onto other cats, much to their disgust, as he began to age more and more. Now, Larkfur is a bit batty, though his love for his patients will never waver.
