Pinefrost

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Name: Pinefrost- Timberclan MEDICINE CAT CLAIM! (Just doing what it says)
Age: 23 moons old
Gender: Tom
Desired Rank: Medicine cat
Desired Position: TimberClan
Apprentice/Mentor: None, not at the moment.. Open
Mate/Crush: None- Medicine cat
Kin: Larchclaw; brother
Short Description: A dusky brown tom with dull greenish brown flecks.
Appearance:

A rather light-framed, yet medium large tom. Pinefrost has a dusky brown fur color, which can be compared to the barks of the pine trees around TimberClan. Greenish brown flecks dapple the long fur all around his body, ending to his white paws, which are round shaped and have gray flecks on them. The medicine cat's eyes are a piercing amber, like the shade of the syrupy sap that comes from a maple tree (though that'd be hard to describe to a TimberClan cat). His tail is long and bushy, like a squirrel's, and it has the dark, brownish color of a gray one. Pinefrost's tail is striped with darker brown stripes, though each stripe also hides pale forest green specks.

Personality:

Pinefrost, unlike some medicine cats known before in Clan history, can have a rather short temper at most times. Maybe it is from living in the gloomy Timberclan where it is hard to find good supplies- after all, it is easy to get pine needles stuck in your pads and hard to find the herbs you need in the dark forest. However, he can pull himself together into a gruffy attitude, in which he would take care of the ones who need taking care of. If you catch him in a good mood, Pinefrost might talk with you and let you out of his den without him narrowing his eyes once at you- he tends to do that whenever someone comes in his den. The reason why is unknown; it's probably because that he's annoyed or it's just an unusual habit of his. However, you can tell if he's in a good mood or not easily by his eyes; if they're narrowed the moment he comes out of his den, then he's in a bad mood. If his eyes aren't narrowed when he comes out, then his mood is calm until someone ruins it. Pinefrost tends to be the kindest to kits and sometimes even apprentices, depending on how they act, which can tend to be surprising because of his somewhat snappy attitude and short temper.

History:

Pinefrost was born in a litter of two in Timberclan, although what had happened wasn't really pretty. His mother didn't want to care for him or his brother much; in fact, she never wanted to have kits in the first place. Despite her attitude, she took care of him and his brother, though not with the gentle kindness that a young kit usually needs from its mother. Because of this he got a rather bad attitude to other cats, sometimes his anger making him dare snap at a senior warrior. When he grew older to understand the Clan ways well enough, Pinefrost didn't find becoming a warrior interesting, though he wasn't interested in becoming a medicine cat either. He spent most of his kithood standing in shadow, or allowing pale light to dapple his fur and bring out his green flecks, just wondering what position he should do. However, in his sixth moon, he decided to become a medicine cat; the medicine cat before him was probably getting old, though he didn't really know that if it was true, and there were always enough warriors around. Also, he knew that it would probably be a hard challenge, knowing how TimberClan worked like; he would always like a challenge, not matter how small, every once in a while, and being the medicine cat, he would always get a challenge.

IC:

Darkness covered the pine forest, so dark that it was almost impossible to tell that anything was moving. Sounds rustle, though what makes it is usually unknown. A single cat was padding lightly through the forest and over the many dead trees, his pawsteps unheard. This cat was nearly invisible in the forest; with his dark brown pelt, he blended in with the trees well, and he was so used to walking in TimberClan that he barely made any sound at all. A wad a moss, also hard to see in the murky darkness, was clamped snugly between his jaws; there was plenty of this around on the forest floor, even if there wasn't that much plants around. Guh, this moss.. he couldn't help but the think, amber eyes narrowed in disgust. Moss and fungi were plentiful in Timberclan, though the moss usually smelled like fungi since they always grew so close together. The disgusting and damp taste rose to this throat, though he didn't retch; he would probably have moss scraps in his throat if he did. Moss was aways a problem to him, since it didn't provide much to TimberClan; moss was always supposed to be good for a clan! One problem was that it was hard to clean the moss when he wanted to get rid of the smell and dirt; most of the water here was muddy and dirty and wouldn't help get rid of the smell. Oh well, it's the best I can do.. he thought, whiskers twitching in irritation, though he was wary of not dropping a single scrap of the soft greenery. After all, he, Pinefrost, was the medicine cat of TimberClan, and he couldn't fail. It was his duty to protect his clan and to speak with Starclan- though it was rather annoying once in a while when it came to taking care of cats in this joint. Herbs weren't plentiful here; he was lucky enough that his mentor, now deceased, had found some necessary herbs before he even got apprenticed. Juniper berries were always around, as so was marigold and horsetail, but not much. He should go hunting for more herbs later on, but now all he had to do was bring more moss to his den. And I hope no kits get stuck in the back of my den.. That would be extremely troublesome.. He thought, his piercing amber eyes narrowed. When he was a kit he himself had gotten stuck in the back of the narrow crevice that made the medicine cat's den; it was useful to store the little herbs the forest had to offer, though a cat could get stuck in there easily. Pinefrost arrived to the camp, his narrowed eyes already showing that he didn't want any cat to talk to him at the moment. He squeezed under the few dead trees in the shallow dip they call camp, glad that there wasn't much trees here. He stopped at the entrance of the den, which was at the farthest point of the camp, and spat out the moss that he was holding. With his white paws, he lumped it together into a ball and put it back into his mouth; he wouldn't be able to shape it once he was inside of his den. After carefully avoiding his nest, which sat next to the entrance, he squashed himself into the crack, just barely being able to make it in. It was all dark in here; he could just barely scent the aromic scent of juniper berry before it got lost by the smell of fungi from the moss. He warily padded ahead; the crevice was extremely dark. TimberClan was used to the dark, but this was as black as the night. After creeping just two foxlengths, he reached the part of the crevice where it was too narrow to squeeze into. This is where he stored the moss. Great clumps of it were jammed into the narrow crack. Pinefrost spat out the moss; he couldn't place it anywhere since it was so narrow, but he could at least aim and spit as hard as he could. With a claw he snagged another ball of moss; from memory he knew that it was the oldest in the den. He strained down his neck to pick it up, then began to step back. As soon as the crevice opened enough, he cautiously turned around and went back to the camp, his eyes narrowed this time from the sudden light. Well, now he had to put away the stale moss, somewhere out in the forest. Being a medicine cat in TimberClan was always a challenge.

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