Redstorm - Medicine Cat

[sunfrost]

Name |

Redstorm

Gender |

Tom

Age |

35 Moons

Rank

Medicine Cat

Beliefs

Redstorm never believed in nor is he loyal to StarClan. He was never subjugated to believing in them, and its against his nature to be completely fatalistic and reliant on StarClan doing everything good in the world. He believes other forces are at work in life, not StarClan, and is proud to admit this lack of belief as a medicine cat in PineClan. He sneers at FogClan's steel faith in StarClan and believes in a different way, one shaped by one's own paws.

Clan |

PineClan

Parents |

Voleclaw [NP] x Pebblestorm [NP]

Siblings |

Only child

Other Kin |

None

Mate |

Not yet

Crush |

Not yet

Kits |

Not yet

Apprentice/Mentor |

Not yet

Appearance |

Redstorm has a pelt the color of a burning fire. It is a burnished bronze, like a dark orange that has been lightly shaded with black. He has no markings anywhere on his pelt, as he has never fought in the bloody battles his Clanmates have. His tail is of average length, and his head is small. He has two yellow eyes which gaze out at the world in defiance. One can often tell a cat's mood based on the sparkle or darkness in their eyes; in Redstorm's case, this is especially true. His yellow eyes are extremely expressive. In times of joy, they sparkle like a stream under sunlight. In times of despair, they are darkened by shadows. In regular times, his eyes are a reflective pool of yellow. This yellow is a shade darker than regular yellow. It stands out against his bronze-orange coat, as they shine like a shaded light against his already dark pelt.

Redstorm is a short haired cat. His fur is ideal for green leaf, but a real annoyance in leaf-bare, even with its winter coat. He has claws that are not at all sharpened like a warrior, as he has always been a medicine cat. His tail is longer than average, giving him excellent balance. Like his eyes, his tail is also even more expressive than the average cat's. This is because of its unusually long length, which draws more attention to it. He is of an average height for a cat, and he is built sleekly. He lacks some muscle but not all muscle, and though he is not built like a tank like the warriors are he still possesses a degree of strength that only time can bring.

Personality |

Redstorm is proud of the work he does. Caring for his Clanmates brings him fulfillment and joy. He is proud to declare his lack of belief in StarClan. Redstorm believes he forms a path with his own paws, and StarClan had nothing to do with it. When cats whisper that they cannot live without StarClan, Redstorm laughs in their faces. He is not fatalistic like these other cats are. He is a firm realist, and believes in what his eyes and instincts tell him. When challenged about his beliefs, Redflame rises to the occasion. He is not one who rolls over on their belly and admits defeat; instead, he willfully defends himself. He uses what he calls facts and reason, and any opponent who faces him in a verbal spar will ultimately either be defeated or just give up on him.

When Redstorm decides to do something, there is no stopping him. He will accomplish that task no matter what stands in his way. His determination makes him a hard cat to deter, and many don't even try. Redstorm revels in doing what other cats won't; sometimes, he will do something just because other cats won't or don't want to, even if he himself does not want to do it. This can lead to reckless mishaps and embarrassing moments, but Redflame does not let this effect him. He revels in his uniqueness and has no problem with showing some of his flaws to the world.

When not being challenged to do what others won't or about his beliefs, Redstorm is usually a quiet tom. He is very passionate about his healing and works diligently to save every Clanmate he can. It's only when he fails that you see a different side to this tom. Briefly, Redstorm loses his fiery nature. He feels helpless and questions whether it is worth continuing, for he knows that every cat is destined to die one day. But as he reaches that last thought, Redstorm is filled with his determination once more, and he bounces right back to being an amazing medicine cat. He learns diligently from his mistakes and from his fellow medicine cats, and is never afraid to ask questions or for help. Though willful and proud, he will never stoop to the level of denying he needs help when, in fact, he does. He believes in living in the here and now, and that means learning as much as possible.

Because of his medicine cat nature, Redstorm has few friends. It's hard to be friends with a tom like him; he's so willful, rebellious, and disconnected from other cats because of his different duties that making the effort seems pointless. Those that do, however, would be rewarded with loyalty. Though Redstorm tries to remain distant from other cats due to the nature of his work, he really does enjoy and need companionship. Its hard to struggle and then fail to save a Clanmate, and contemplate where they go in death. He needs a shoulder to lean on for moments such as that. He is fiercely loyal to PineClan, as he knows the Clan's lack of belief is questioned and even hated by other cats (namely FogClanners).

Skills |

If one could name a skill of Redstorm's, it would be his devotion to the medicine cat cause. This devotion has led to many cats' lives being saved at his paws and an amazing knowledge of how to use herbs to save lives. One could also say that Redflame's willful nature to never let a cat die aids him greatly in his work, as well as his indifference to being unique and falling down. He admits his flaws, and that is a strength not many cats have. But his weaknesses are also very apparent. When challenged, he loses his tongue, and this can cause a lot of conflict in the Clan. As a wise medicine cat he should know better, but Redstorm was given the suffix -flame for a reason. Some may think his qualities do not befit a medicine cat, but Redstorm lives to bring that uniqueness to cat's lives.

History |

Redstorm's parents were loners who joined the Clan when Redstorm was five moons old. From them, Redkit learned a lot about other cats. His parents were traveling loners, and they didn't believe in uniformity or fatalism. That was why PineClan was fitting for them; they weren't going to believe in some StarClan just to find a stable home. PineClan's forest was also appealing to them, as well as the stability, so in they went. Redkit learned about PineClan quickly, fascinated in the new group of cats. His prideful nature developed as he found the cats around him defying the traditional place of StarClan as their respectful ancestors and being proud of it. He became proud too, and willful. Through the course of the moon he also became fascinated with PineClan medicine cats. He found their duty noble and sought to learn more about them. Due to his interest, Redkit became a medicine cat apprentice.

Redpaw studied and worked hard as a medicine cat, and developed a love and devotion to the art of healing. He was passionate about healing others and the noble cause he lived for. Unfortunately, he learned that he could not always prevent death. There were forces outside of his control, and he could do nothing but sigh and get over it. Of this, Redpaw was not very accepting. He was not a fatalistic cat, and to acknowledge there were things outside of his control infuriated him. But as the moon passed he accepted it, like every medicine cat had had to, and moved on.

His stormy tongue made him a real problem at Gatherings, especially when faced with FogClan cats. Any mention of StarClan being given credit for something, like a good amount of prey in an otherwise prey-poor leaf-bare, could send him into a whispered tirade. He eventually grew out of that too, and now behaves himself relatively well in public. He still flies off the handle at any remark that questions his beliefs, but he has learned tolerance. With his maturity came his full medicine cat name at thirteen moons. Storm was such a suitable suffix for his personality that it was not given a second thought, and thus Redstorm was named.

As the moons passed he continued to gain respect from his fellow medicine cats. He followed the medicine cat code and has fondly watched other cats being trained as he once was. Though not terribly old, he feels like he has grown so much, and looks back at his beginnings fondly when he isn't busy doing his duties. He has gained a reputation as an outspoken medicine cat who enjoys healing and always gives his best, though he has few friends. Redstorm will continue to grow and serve his Clan in the moons to come. He hopes that the tyrannical, insane Miststar will not erase the Clan he so loyally serves just because of her fanatical belief in StarClan. If anything, Redstorm will fight herb to herb to protect and maintain the existence of his Clan.

Role Play Example |

The sound of a new dawn swelled as Redstorm opened his eyes. His vision cleared as he blinked the touch of sleep away and rose. The den was warm despite the cold hand of leaf-bare which gripped the forest tight. Redstorm shivered in the cold early morning air. Even though his winter coat had grown in, his fur was thin, and that especially showed in the middle of leaf bare. But Redstorm was used to this chill; it had greeted him upon waking for the past moon or so. Stretching, the tom waited until he was sufficiently awake before padding out of the warm den and into the frosty air.

Breath misting before him, he sought out the fresh kill pile. A single vole lay on it. Without hesitating, the medicine cat went right for it. After all, he was a medicine cat, and due to his ranking deserved the last bit of prey. He did his dues to the Clan; any warriors would just have to go without. Looking around, he noted no cat was awake yet. The dawn patrol was just preparing to leave. Shrugging, the medicine cat brought his prey back to the medicine cat den. He was usually one of the first ones up; the absence of other cats didn't surprise him. He took his prey to the herb store and looked over the supply curiously. What needed to be done today?

He took his first bite of vole and began counting marigold leaves. Did they have enough for any battles? Nodding, he put back the pile and took another bite of vole, before repeating the process over again. A rustle behind him caught his attention, and he turned his head to see another one of his fellow medicine cats up. That meant the sun must be at least halfway up. Redstorm took his last bite of vole and stood. He meowed a quick greeting to the other medicine cat before leaving the den. It was time to begin his day.

As the tom walked he thought about the past few days. He had gotten into a debate at the Gathering three suns ago, and of course it was about StarClan. The little FogClan runt had been so...brainwashed, almost. He had insisted on StarClan controlling everything, from the sun in the sky to the dirt beneath their paws. But it was ridiculous! Redstorm snorted in disgust. The dirt would move if he kicked it; was that because StarClan made it so? The sun would rise and fall; that was the way of life anywhere, even without the supposed StarClan! His stormy tongue flaring, Redstorm left camp in a dark mood. StarClan, his tail! There were herbs to be found and cats to be cured, and StarClan had nothing to do with it.

No, Redstorm decided, StarClan had nothing to do with his life.