Blossomfur of DawnClan

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is this the real life?
is this just fantasy?
caught in a landslide
no escape from reality
open your eyes
look to the stars and see..

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Name:

Blossomfur

Clan:

DawnClan

Position:

Medicine Cat

Gender:

She-cat

Age:

28 moons

Family:

Mother: Frostwhisker
Father: Rainpelt

Mate:

None. It's against warrior code.

Description:

Blossomfur's pelt, face, and tail has a distinctive pattern to it that is instantly recognizable among the Clans.
There is black fur up to the bridge of her nose, and there is a small amount of white before ginger fur covers up her forehead, dappled by white and black. Her muzzle is ginger, and her ears are a darker ginger with a black splotch on her left one. Her body is ginger with a white underbelly and chest, also covering her neck and dappling across her pelt. Her tail is white, but ginger and black splotches cover parts of it.
Her eyes are a bright amber, and what she thinks of as her most attractive feature, as they contrast with the white surrounding them.
Her build is small and slender, with wiry muscles and thorn-sharp claws that are helpful in crushing herbs and other medicine cat tasks, which is one of the reasons she wanted to become one.

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Characteristics/Personality:

Blossomfur has been known to be a bit shy and withdrawn. She likes being a medicine cat, but she doesn't talk much--she tends to show her emotions through her body language and eye contact. This can bother some cats, but the majority of them like to think of her as mysterious, yet giving out her entire life story at the same time without saying anything at all. Often Blossomfur can be short-tempered, but she tries to control herself. She can also be impulsive in her decisions, which she thinks of as her worst trait, as the options she chooses are the bad ones, in hopes that there's a double meaning behind everything.

Background Information:

Blossomfur was born in DawnClan to a fairly young couple in leafbare. It was a difficult birth, nearly killing the mother, but the two always were kind to their young kit, in hopes that it would make her less withdrawn around her fellow kits. In all, Blossomfur, then Blossomkit, wasn't a big problem in the nursery.
Deep down, Blossomkit had a big personality. Everything seemed so new to her--she was going to become an apprentice soon, find a way to be the best warrior--and what caught her attention was the medicine cat of DawnClan, called Mousewhisker, healing cats in his den. The day before she was apprenticed, she asked Mousewhisker and the leader of DawnClan if she could train under him. The leader thought that Blossomkit wasn't right for the spot, as did Mousewhisker, but that night he had a dream of Blossomkit sleeping in a bundle of cat mint, which he was running low on because of greencough raging through the camp.
The next day, Blossomkit's mother took her hunting for the first time, the morning before the evening she would be apprenticed. Instead of stalking mice, she looked around the herb field, searching for something to impress Mousewhisker with. And there it was--a large bundle of catmint, which Mousewhisker had been complaining about needing lately because of greencough. She brought it back to him, and the old medicine cat realized the dream had been a sign--Blossomkit was destined to be his apprentice.
A few moons later, Blossompaw was training under Mousewhisker. Greencough season was over, which was a relief to the two. Several cats--including Blossompaw's parents--had passed on to StarClan. Blossompaw was still grieving for them, but lately she had been receiving dreams from StarClan about Mousewhisker. Blossompaw didn't want to share these dreams with him--they were frightening to her, as she was only eleven moons old, and far too young to run the Clan. They had never said Mousewhisker was going to die--they had just implied that. It was too much on her--and so she tried hard just to pretend to be a normal medicine cat apprentice without any fear.
The next medicine cat gathering, Blossompaw received her name as a medicine cat, Blossomfur. She tried hard to be the best she could be, and it payed off. She was about seventeen moons when Mousewhisker had to retire, and by then she was prepared. She has been a medicine cat ever since, and has tried as hard as she can to be kind to others.

Other (optional):

I had to have my Blossomfur D: This is sort of modeled after Ravenstep in some ways, she does impulsive things and sometimes can't control her emotions. I dunno.
I figure I can accept myself?

Code:

look a r o u n d, tears are f a l l i n g, falling d o w n. nothing can be done, not n o w. it's already o v e r.[/color]

i'm just a poor boy
i need no sympathy
because i'm easy come, easy go
little high, little low[/color][/center]

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