DUSTFALL * sleetclan

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DUSTFALL
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Everyday seems the same another blank stare
43 moons - Male - Sleetclan Medicine Cat
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∞ SUMMARY | Crippled white tom with large gray splotches; yellow eyes
∞ PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION | When it comes to size, there's nothing particularly outstanding about Dustfall. If you were to line all the clan cats up shoulder to shoulder tallest to shortest, he'd be stuck in a place somewhere about the middle, which is to say, he'd probably become the median. That aside, the tom's somewhat of a stocky cat, or at least more so then his sleeker clan mates. This suggests a cross clan parenting somewhere along his bloodline even if his only traceable generations are all of Sleetclan. Still, though his shoulders may be broader and his paws larger, Dustfall really isn't all that strenuous. At one point he was much more muscular, but this was during his moons in warrior-hood. Now that he's been retired to the life of a Medicine cat for sometime, much of that strength has slipped away leaving him bony and weaker then he'd like to admit. Even so, Dustfall certainly isn't all that dainty, he's still stands capable then most apprentices, just less so then the average warrior. The rest of Dustfall's body is pretty normal as far as proportional standards go. His face is rounded and his muzzle shortened somewhere between pointed and much softer shape, short white whiskers sprouting from either side. Almost perfectly triangular fuzzy ears sit distanced a top his head, one of them scarred with a small jagged nick as a past fighting gift. The tail at the end of his spine is short and longer furred a bit like a long worn duster might appear.

He may be a bit beaten, but it's his pelt that gives Dustfall a scruffy, rough look. About medium in length, the majority of Dustfall's fur is a dirty looking white. It's really not because he's all that dirty, though he's not exactly the cleanliest of cats either, but that just so happens to be it's tint. The pelt is somewhat thickened and very fluffy to the touch, especially on his chest and belly which looks a lot like kitten fuzz. However the grayish looking white coloring only makes up for part of his patterning. What isn't white is covered in splotchy gray-brown patches that start at his crown and ink themselves out along his back and tail. These markings are what landed Dustfall the prefix 'dust' for his mother thought the spots looked a lot like dusty smears on that fuzzy white canvas of his. Upon closer inspection it's possible to see darker tabby stripes hidden among these patches, but for the most part they go unnoticed and only became more apparent into his apprenticeship. Other then that the only other colors are the salmon pink of his nose and more faded shade hidden in his fur covered ears.

For the most part Dustfall is a pretty normal looking cat, that's if you get him at the right angle anyway. It's quite obvious there's something wrong with one of his hind legs for he harbors a heavy limp, but it's not until further investigation that it becomes clear why. Branded into his right leg is an ugly pale scar, the tissue disrupted in a deep line from the top to the bottom, nearly touching his paw. Here the fur never quite grew back leaving the crippling mark vulnerable to the world. He can still move the limb but with much difficulty and effort involved, even then he no longer has the full range of motion and still relies plenty upon his other three legs to keep him up. Most of the time he can tolerate the numbed ache that it brings, but it's not rare to find him grumbling about the pain that comes on his worst of days. Of course, he has plenty of other scarred cuts and gashes, but compared to this one they might as well not exist. Therefore it's quite often Dustfall travels with a shallow scowl on his rough face, eyes yellow in pigment narrowed. They look almost murky and really don't produce the friendliest of looks, not that he much cares.

∞ EYE COLOUR | Yellow
∞ FUR COLOUR | Dirty white with dusty looking gray splotches
∞ FUR LENGTH | Medium length
∞ FUR PATTERN | Solid and spotted

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∞ STATUS | No mate; Unavailable
∞ PERSONAL DESCRIPTION | When you think of a Medicine cat, there's a typical stereotype that comes to mind. A kind, gentle character with a caring heart and a strong devotion to both there work and bond with memoryclan. Dustfall fits this stereotype about as well as a boot fits your hand. Dustfall isn't very kind, in fact, he's kind of a jerk. There's really nothing warm or comforting about the guy, he's just the kind of cat you'd rather avoid if you can help it. He's not necessarily arrogant, but as far as selflessness goes around Dustfall's runs dry. Often he acts as if something's constantly irritating him and comes across as almost obnoxiously sarcastic and bitter. Some may even see him as contemptible or disgraceful to the Medicine cat name. But Dustfall doesn't care, in fact there's very little he gives concern to beyond what's forced on him. True he wouldn't let a clan-mate die under his care, but his personal bonds with the clan in general cuts itself a little short. Well, with anyone actually. He seems to hold himself in higher regards then others, which in a way might be accurate, but really isn't. No matter what he says, in reality Dustfall doesn't actually think he's better than anyone, smarter maybe, but not necessarily anymore worthy of living. He knows his rude behavior gets him low marks on the popularity scale and so he never expects any different in return. It's just become his cycle.

Intellectually Dustfall is quite dominant, he can solve direct problems and puzzles a lot better then most, even his memory is noticeably sharp. On the other hand, emotionally he's a little slow, not that he would outwardly admit it. Whether it's because he's just that self-centered or if he really can't get a grasp on reading anybody's feelings is a mystery, either way it expresses it's self in a negative way all the same. He's extremely stubborn and like most things do, gets easily annoyed when someone shows him up. Therefore he tends to clash with thick-heads, probably because in a way he is one himself, just in a more sophisticated fashion. When given the choice, Dustfalls never polite and would rather pull all his claws out then try and be a little more respectful. Anyone who gains even the smallest of respectful gestures from this cat should be considering themselves luckier then a mouse escaping the middle of Sleetclans camp unscathed.

∞ FRIENDS | Himself ... nobody
∞ ENEMIES | The particularly annoying
∞ LIKES | Being alone, relaxing, warm weather & easy answers
∞ DISLIKES | Everyone else, his leg pains, the unexplainable, canines & hard work
∞ IDEALS | An easy life
∞ FEARS | Being trapped & canines
∞ GOAL | Unknown

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∞ FAMILY |
Father - Sleetclan - Fadedclaw [deceased]
Mother - Sleetclan - Pebblestripe [deceased]
Sister - Sleetclan - Morningbreeze [deceased]

∞ ORIGIN | Sleetclan
∞ HISTORY | As far as kitten hood goes, Dustfall's was really nothing out of the ordinary. Through the love of the Sleetclan warriors Pebblestripe and Fadedclaw Dustkit and Morningkit were born, both healthy and strong. Even a young Dustfall had difficulties getting along with the rest of the clan and much rather preferred to play on his own then get along with the other kits in the nursery. He loved his mother, but as far as fathers go Fadedclaw was never a very good one. Soon after the birth of there children, the two mates began to quarrel and bicker more then usual and quickly found they weren't really as attached to one another as they'd originally thought. As a result a large gap grew between the tom and his family. Nether Dustkit nor Morningkit ever grew close to there father, but they didn't mind much. It just so happened that Morningkit was the only other kit Dustkit would ever talk to, and the litter mates formed a close friendship with one another that they never had with any of the others. Morningkit was really the only one who'd put up with Dustkit's strange attitude, and Dustkit felt extremely protective over his sweet sister.

By the time the two had come to the age of six moons, Dustkit was excited to start training with Morningkit, however she had other ideas. The gentler sibling had taken an interest in becoming a Medicine cat's apprentice, and when the current Medicine cat of Sleetclan offered her the position, she took it without question. After that a sore Dustpaw felt a little resentful towards the she-cat, but eventually over time came to support Morningpaw in her quest to become a healer. Like any other apprentice, Dustpaw trained with his mentor and made his nest in the appropriate den, but no matter how long the day he would always make time to see Morningpaw. There relationship with one another still hadn't changed nor had Dustpaw's scornful feelings toward the others his age. It wasn't rare for the socially awkward tom to be found helping Morningpaw with her duties. Even though he had his mind set on becoming a warrior, hanging around the Medicine cat's den so much gave Dustpaw a vague idea of the job and he even came to recognize some of the herbs, though he had no desire to explore it further.

Moons later Dustpaw became Dustfall and even later still Morningpaw became Morningbreeze. It was shortly after the passing of there current Medicine cat however that Morningbreeze became Sleetclans new healer. Even if he showed it rather grudgingly, Dustfall was extremely proud of his sister's accomplishment. After that there lives moved on normally, well as normal as it could get anyway, most of the clan still found Dustfall rather undesirable, not that he really cared much as long as he had Morningbreeze to talk too. This normality lasted for quite a few moons before they came across a rather unfortunate event. One afternoon while on the evening patrol, Dustfall and a few other Sleetclan warriors ran across fresh dog scent on there territory. There was no two-leg scent with it, so the dog had to have been alone. Immediately they returned to warn the clan, Dustfall going to the Medicine cat's den to tell Morningbreeze. It just so happened however that she'd gone out searching for herbs only a little while before and had yet to return. Naturally worried, Dustfall left to go after her. It was lucky he did because just as he'd feared the loose canine had run across the lone she-cat. Morningbreeze knew a few fighting moves, but she was completely alone trying to defend herself against the huge creature. Immediately Dustfall jumped in to help, but even he couldn't take on the dog single handed. Distracting it, they manged to gain some ground in there escape, but the dog wasn't finished. Having urged his sister to run ahead, Dustfall ran behind and soon the dog had caught up and grabbed him by the hind leg. The warrior was able to get away thanks to the appearance of more cats, but just barely and with a serious injury.

After that Dustfall spent quite a long period of time in the Medicine cat den. Even if he was able to spend more time with his sister, he grew extremely restless and angry with his condition for he wasn't healing as fast as he would have liked. When Morningbreeze finally told him he wouldn't be able to use the leg again, Dustfall was horrified and furious. How could he be a warrior with three legs? Morningbreeze sympathized with him, especially when there leader informed him he would have to be retired early from warrior duties. Dustfall was miserable, so in an attempt to give him something to do, Morningbreeze began to teach him more about herbs and remedies. The wounded tom really wasn't all that interested, but having nothing better to do, tried to pay attention anyway. As it turned out Dustfall's memory and sharp thinking style made learning the things Morningbreeze taught him quite easy, even when she began to tell him about the more advanced parts of being a Medicine cat. He caught on quickly, though never ceased his yearning to return to being a warrior again. It just so happened Morningbreeze was smart to do so.

Some time after that, Morningbreeze was killed. Her body was found stiff on the border, and though they weren't completely sure, the patrol who found her believed it to be the doings of a vengeful rouge seeking to hurt the clans for there blood rituals. As you can imagine, this effected Dusfalls emotional state perhaps even more so then his crippling. Without Morningbreeze he separated himself from the clan even more then before, his mood souring. Morningbreeze had never taken an apprentice for she was still young, but most of the clan considered Dustfall somewhat of a trainee. In truth, he'd already learned enough to become a Medicine cat himself, so after realizing how in need of one Sleetclan had become, the leader approached Dustfall for the position. Dustfall had no real want to serve the clan anymore, but seeing as they were in desperate need for him, the small part of him that was still loyal had to accept. From there on Dustfall became Sleetclans new Medicine cat, and even though the clan hated his personality, they were thankfully for the abilities Morningbreeze had given him. That was long ago, now Dustfall still sits as Sleetclans healer, even if he would rather much be doing something else. In a way he's convinced himself to do it in the memory of his sister, but on the outside Dustfalls a warrior through and through.
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∞ OTHER | Nope c:

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i love this tom! smokey's gonna hate him. his attitude almost rivals her own. that means she wants his throat split open. :]

nice job!