Post by Slug on Aug 7, 2009 12:16:03 GMT -5
Sandstream*
“Murder and power go hand in hand. But sometimes there is another hand that joins them, the hand that breaks murder and power’s bond. And that very same hand goes by the name Choice.” -Slug
“Murder and power go hand in hand. But sometimes there is another hand that joins them, the hand that breaks murder and power’s bond. And that very same hand goes by the name Choice.” -Slug
Name |
Sandkit, Sandpaw, Sandstream
Gender |
Tom
Age |
26 moons
Rank
Medicine Cat
Sandkit, Sandpaw, Sandstream
Gender |
Tom
Age |
26 moons
Rank
Medicine Cat
Beliefs
Sandpaw believes that, logically, StarClan cannot exist because cats have no souls to pass on into thenon-existant afterlife.
"We do not have souls. What powers our body is, to simply put, the body itself. Once the body ceases to work, our personalities cease with it."
With a logic like that, who needs PineClan? And, speaking of PineClan, why is Sandpaw in MeadowClan instead of PineClan? Well, here's what went down: Sandpaw had joined MeadowClan before he had heard of PineClan and by the time he had caught wind of the non-believers, Sandpaw was so engrossed with his duty as a medicine cat apprentice that he refused to put that duty on another cat's shoulders by leaving MeadowClan.
And as a medicine cat apprentice, it was his duty to believe. To serve the Clan as well as StarClan. He must take care of every feline. Every kit, queen, warrior, elder, and leader are his to deal with. His to heal. His responsibilities; Sandpaw, no matter the cost, will protect what is his! Even if means to believe in something that is impossible... so. Be. It.
However, Sandpaw doubted that he could stay medicine cat apprentice if he didn't believe in StarClan. So he did what he had to do; he pretends to believe in StarClan when he's around others, careful with what he says, though still believes, in his heart, that StarClan does not exist. It sometimes gets him into situations where he becomes irratated with all the StarTards, but he just grins and bares it the best he can.
Sandpaw believes that, logically, StarClan cannot exist because cats have no souls to pass on into the
"We do not have souls. What powers our body is, to simply put, the body itself. Once the body ceases to work, our personalities cease with it."
With a logic like that, who needs PineClan? And, speaking of PineClan, why is Sandpaw in MeadowClan instead of PineClan? Well, here's what went down: Sandpaw had joined MeadowClan before he had heard of PineClan and by the time he had caught wind of the non-believers, Sandpaw was so engrossed with his duty as a medicine cat apprentice that he refused to put that duty on another cat's shoulders by leaving MeadowClan.
And as a medicine cat apprentice, it was his duty to believe. To serve the Clan as well as StarClan. He must take care of every feline. Every kit, queen, warrior, elder, and leader are his to deal with. His to heal. His responsibilities; Sandpaw, no matter the cost, will protect what is his! Even if means to believe in something that is impossible... so. Be. It.
However, Sandpaw doubted that he could stay medicine cat apprentice if he didn't believe in StarClan. So he did what he had to do; he pretends to believe in StarClan when he's around others, careful with what he says, though still believes, in his heart, that StarClan does not exist. It sometimes gets him into situations where he becomes irratated with all the StarTards, but he just grins and bares it the best he can.
Clan |
Meadow
Parents |
Mother: Gingerstripe (ForestClanner) [NP] x Father: Goldentail (ForestClanner) [NP]
Siblings |
None
Other Kin |
Unknown
Mate |
None yet.
Crush |
None yet.
Kits |
None yet.
Apprentice/Mentor |
Meadow
Parents |
Mother: Gingerstripe (ForestClanner) [NP] x Father: Goldentail (ForestClanner) [NP]
Siblings |
None
Other Kin |
Unknown
Mate |
None yet.
Crush |
None yet.
Kits |
None yet.
Apprentice/Mentor |
Appearance |
Sandpaw is an elegantly built tom, with limber legs and a lean body, he's in shape and is healthy as a horse from his herb runs. Some would say he's handsome, others say he's above average.
I say "stfu, he can be both! /brick'd".
His main colour is a warm, pleasing ginger with bands of dark orange across his muscular frame, creating the illusion of ocean waves when the wind feels like ruffling his fur.
Speaking of fur, Sandpaw's pelt is very thick, but short, and is soft to the touch. With a coat like that, Sandpaw burns up in Green-Leaf-- however, it's also a gift as much as it is a curse when it's Leaf-Bare, the tom always cozy and warm during the cold weather.
His eyes are a light orange, like the sky during the start of a sunset, with flecks of yellow and redish-brown in his iris'. His whiskers and ears, despite his apathetic personality, are very revealing when it comes to his emotions, always twitching or quivering-- you can almost read his thoughts, just by watching his whiskers and ears.
Sandpaw is an elegantly built tom, with limber legs and a lean body, he's in shape and is healthy as a horse from his herb runs. Some would say he's handsome, others say he's above average.
I say "stfu, he can be both! /brick'd".
His main colour is a warm, pleasing ginger with bands of dark orange across his muscular frame, creating the illusion of ocean waves when the wind feels like ruffling his fur.
Speaking of fur, Sandpaw's pelt is very thick, but short, and is soft to the touch. With a coat like that, Sandpaw burns up in Green-Leaf-- however, it's also a gift as much as it is a curse when it's Leaf-Bare, the tom always cozy and warm during the cold weather.
His eyes are a light orange, like the sky during the start of a sunset, with flecks of yellow and redish-brown in his iris'. His whiskers and ears, despite his apathetic personality, are very revealing when it comes to his emotions, always twitching or quivering-- you can almost read his thoughts, just by watching his whiskers and ears.
Personality |
Sandpaw is a great example of "logic at it's best". He's devoid of emotions-- or at least acts like it-- and will analyze a situation until he finds the most logical action to respond with, never revealing his emotions in the process.
'Cept those darn whiskers and ears. Curse them to the pits, ne?
He is a robot of sorts-- well, not really, but you could relate his personality to a robot-- and he's always spot-on when doing his duty as a medicine cat apprentice. His actions almost seem planned, so perfectly played out-- you could almost say "mechanical". Though he may be a "robot", he would never turn his back on a cat in need of asistance. He just can't. It's against histrue nature.
However, Sandpaw doesn't need to be apathetic, but he prefers it over being emotional. He believes that emotions are a weakness. A dam that blocks your true potential. So, Sandpaw doesn't let his emotions get in the way of his Clan and clings to logic as if it is his life.
After all, you only get one chance to live. Do things right, and life will do right for you in return-- at least, that's what Sandpaw says...
Though he doesn't seem like it, Sandpaw is a very paranoid tom. He isn't afraid-- not exactly. He's just wary of everything around him, and is always preparing for anything that might happen. Anything.
He's even prepared himself for flying mice. Talk about wary.
Besides Sandpaw being apathetic, he's truly a healer at heart. When something's wrong, the tom comes running to fix things. Literally. You say "aww, he cares!", while I say "OCD, much?". If something is out of place, Sandpaw will immideatly fix it. Period. He doesn't give anyway warning. At all.
If a cat's fur is messed up, I guranty that Sandpaw will try to bathe thepoor soul feline, no matter how much they protest. He'll follow them around, too, if he doesn't get his way with fixing their fur. That's how bad it is. So, watch out MeadowClanners!
Outside of the job, Sandpaw is quite the talker. He loves conversations, and the second he spots one he'll join in out of the blue. Talking helps Sandpaw think, and when he thinks, he can prepare himself betterfor the flying mice.
Sandpaw is a great example of "logic at it's best". He's devoid of emotions-- or at least acts like it-- and will analyze a situation until he finds the most logical action to respond with, never revealing his emotions in the process.
'Cept those darn whiskers and ears. Curse them to the pits, ne?
He is a robot of sorts-- well, not really, but you could relate his personality to a robot-- and he's always spot-on when doing his duty as a medicine cat apprentice. His actions almost seem planned, so perfectly played out-- you could almost say "mechanical". Though he may be a "robot", he would never turn his back on a cat in need of asistance. He just can't. It's against his
However, Sandpaw doesn't need to be apathetic, but he prefers it over being emotional. He believes that emotions are a weakness. A dam that blocks your true potential. So, Sandpaw doesn't let his emotions get in the way of his Clan and clings to logic as if it is his life.
After all, you only get one chance to live. Do things right, and life will do right for you in return-- at least, that's what Sandpaw says...
Though he doesn't seem like it, Sandpaw is a very paranoid tom. He isn't afraid-- not exactly. He's just wary of everything around him, and is always preparing for anything that might happen. Anything.
He's even prepared himself for flying mice. Talk about wary.
Besides Sandpaw being apathetic, he's truly a healer at heart. When something's wrong, the tom comes running to fix things. Literally. You say "aww, he cares!", while I say "OCD, much?". If something is out of place, Sandpaw will immideatly fix it. Period. He doesn't give anyway warning. At all.
If a cat's fur is messed up, I guranty that Sandpaw will try to bathe the
Outside of the job, Sandpaw is quite the talker. He loves conversations, and the second he spots one he'll join in out of the blue. Talking helps Sandpaw think, and when he thinks, he can prepare himself better
Skills |
Sandstream has a memory like a bear-trap. Whatever comes in, doesn't get out. He's great at remembering herbs, and uses them accordingly.
Now, just because he's a medicine cat, doesn't mean he can't fight or thinks fighting is "bad". He'll fight. He'll even kill if he has to. He's almost possesive of his Clanmates, and extremely dislikes it when they are injured. Better another Clanner then his, neh?
He can hunt like any other cat, though he's more skilled at fighting then he is at hunting. Sandstream is also a good tracker. He uses that skill to help himself find herbs. Very useful when a Clanmate is badly wounded, he can find herbs right away that way and end his Clanmate's pain faster.
Sandstream has a memory like a bear-trap. Whatever comes in, doesn't get out. He's great at remembering herbs, and uses them accordingly.
Now, just because he's a medicine cat, doesn't mean he can't fight or thinks fighting is "bad". He'll fight. He'll even kill if he has to. He's almost possesive of his Clanmates, and extremely dislikes it when they are injured. Better another Clanner then his, neh?
He can hunt like any other cat, though he's more skilled at fighting then he is at hunting. Sandstream is also a good tracker. He uses that skill to help himself find herbs. Very useful when a Clanmate is badly wounded, he can find herbs right away that way and end his Clanmate's pain faster.
History |
Sandstream was born in ForestClan, and at three moons old a friend of his parnets took him on the great journey. It was their wish that he would go, to see a better home then the hellish place ForestClan territory was. And so he and his parent's friend left, following the group into a great journey indeed.
Sandstream was trained by his parent's friend, Silverfoot, when he became an apprentice's age. He learned how to be quick and still deal out strong blows, ignoring the fact that many were dying all around him on the journey.
It was when Silverfoot died, Sandstream could not ignore the deaths anymore.
Sandstream found a cat in the group who knew about herbs, and demanded to be taught. So he learned, and once the cat told him all that she knew, Sandstream vowed to become a medicine cat, so he would never again have to watch another die.
During the journey, Sandstream helped out with taking care of the group, doing all he could to keep them alive. He was stubborn, and still believed that if StarClan was with him, no more would die.
And that's when kits started disapearing, elders wandering off from the group, warriors dying-- it was hell. Sandstream was powerless to stop it. Whatever was happening, whatever was causing all this, StarClan did nothing to stop it.
Sandstream then realized that StarClan didn't exist. If StarClan was real, it would have done something! It would've brought the kits back, it would have stopped elders from wandering off, it would have save those warriors.
But it didn't.
The apprentice wasn't furious. No. He wasn't mad at all. Because it dawned on him that it was life that made it this way. Life that was destroying the group. It was not StarClan. StarClan didn't exist. It was only natural. It was logical that those cats died. They had had no chance, had not prepared for the great journey.
Sandstream simply dubbed it luck that the group had found their new home. It was not a miracle sent by StarClan-- it was life that was set out. A circle.
"Before things get better, they get worse."
And it did. But now, things were better! He could save them-- he would make up for all those deaths. Sandstream would not fail.
Once Sandstream joined MeadowClan, his vow came true. He earned his apprentice name and became a medicine cat apprentice, working hard under the teaching of Icetail. His work paid off, and eventually he became medicine cat: Sandstream.
"This is for you, Silverfoot. Your death will not be in vain..."
Sandstream was born in ForestClan, and at three moons old a friend of his parnets took him on the great journey. It was their wish that he would go, to see a better home then the hellish place ForestClan territory was. And so he and his parent's friend left, following the group into a great journey indeed.
Sandstream was trained by his parent's friend, Silverfoot, when he became an apprentice's age. He learned how to be quick and still deal out strong blows, ignoring the fact that many were dying all around him on the journey.
It was when Silverfoot died, Sandstream could not ignore the deaths anymore.
Sandstream found a cat in the group who knew about herbs, and demanded to be taught. So he learned, and once the cat told him all that she knew, Sandstream vowed to become a medicine cat, so he would never again have to watch another die.
During the journey, Sandstream helped out with taking care of the group, doing all he could to keep them alive. He was stubborn, and still believed that if StarClan was with him, no more would die.
And that's when kits started disapearing, elders wandering off from the group, warriors dying-- it was hell. Sandstream was powerless to stop it. Whatever was happening, whatever was causing all this, StarClan did nothing to stop it.
Sandstream then realized that StarClan didn't exist. If StarClan was real, it would have done something! It would've brought the kits back, it would have stopped elders from wandering off, it would have save those warriors.
But it didn't.
The apprentice wasn't furious. No. He wasn't mad at all. Because it dawned on him that it was life that made it this way. Life that was destroying the group. It was not StarClan. StarClan didn't exist. It was only natural. It was logical that those cats died. They had had no chance, had not prepared for the great journey.
Sandstream simply dubbed it luck that the group had found their new home. It was not a miracle sent by StarClan-- it was life that was set out. A circle.
"Before things get better, they get worse."
And it did. But now, things were better! He could save them-- he would make up for all those deaths. Sandstream would not fail.
Once Sandstream joined MeadowClan, his vow came true. He earned his apprentice name and became a medicine cat apprentice, working hard under the teaching of Icetail. His work paid off, and eventually he became medicine cat: Sandstream.
"This is for you, Silverfoot. Your death will not be in vain..."
Role Play Example |
"C'mon, Sandy. Jus' a lil' bump-- really! I'll be fiiiine." A voice slurred.
Sandpaw ignored the protest, orange eyes analyzing the shivering form before them, searching for any other injury that could be hiding in the brown fur. "You fell from a tree and landed on your head, Mudstream." He reported, voice a drone. "You are lucky you did not break your neck." There was an edge that suddenly appeared in his tone-- something so utterly raw that it made the tom's throat hurt.
Anger.
Mudstream shuffled under his clanmate's gaze, though his grin didn't faulter at the other's words-- instead, it seemed to grow wider. It even gained a cheeky curl to it that made Sandpaw want to chew his own claws out, that very same grin feeding the flames to the ginger feline's frustration.
"There is nothing amusing about this, Mudstream. Why--" Sandpaw's voice had cracked, becoming just a soft, pitiful whisper that just oozed sorrow off every letter of "why", startling not only himself, but Mudstream.
Looking away from the brown tabby's wide eyes, Sandpaw busied himself with giving the warrior's body another once-over, clearing his aching throat as he did so. "Why," The apprentice repeated, mentally patting himself on the back for not sounding like a worried queen. "Are you grinning, exactly? Do you think that a head injury is a joke?" His voice was starting to get a sharp edge to it-- that same sharp, commanding edge that was present in all scoldings.
Before Sandpaw could get to the scolding, however, he was saved by Mudstream's wheezing; like lightning, the ginger tom was at the other MeadowClanner's side, his blood gone cold and fear clear in his orange eyes.
"Mudstream," He snapped, whiskers quivering with fright. "Focus on your breathing. Slow it down and inhale deeper. Now." Sandpaw commanded, eyes locked on Mudstream's quickly rising and falling chest.
As if on que, the warrior's hoarse pants became long shuddering sighs, easing the apprentice's worries slightly. Pressing himself against Mudstream's side, Sandpaw leveled his head with the other tom's throat, ears straining to listen. Did Mudstream receive internal damage from the fall as well? If that was the case...
Sandpaw could do nothing about it.
However, instead of hearing the sound of liquid in motion, Sandpaw received a warm, pleased rumble.
His ears twitched with annoyance.
"...Mudstream." The ginger tom gritted, raising his head slowly, ears still twitching.
"Yes?" Came the purr.
"Why am I bothering myself with an idiot?" Asked the other.
"Idiot is such a harsh word, Sandpaw. I prefer the term you just got played, foo!" Was the answer.
"Mudstream," Sandpaw repeated, more sternly.
"Yesss?"
"Shut up."
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We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp