Skyfur :: Male :: Tempest

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NAME// Caecilianus-- or, in clan terms, Skyfur
AGE// Six
GENDER// Male
CLAN// Tempest
DESIRED POSITION// Meddie
SHORT DESCRIPTION// Short, dark-gray tom-cat with light-green eyes.


DESCRIPTION//

Eyes:
Same as Atticus, Skyfur appears to have the lightest green around, although those might very well be gray. They seem to be sparking with either a temper/moodiness, or becoming annoyed at the fact that no cats appear to have the ability to take care of themselves. Besides this, the male appears to have the ability to be both annoyed and amused.

Pysical:
Long and lean, this Russian Blue has the muscles of one that used to be lanky in his childhood, but has now grown out of that, and is now an adult. Such things like this are normal, and he's around a foot and a half long, with wiry muscles cording around each of bone. His tail is a bit thick, but not with fur.

Weapons:
Teeth, claws, force, and herbs, this cat seems to have it all. He can slip some cats different herbs, or, since he knows the same amount of battle techiniques as the warriors, use his teeth and claws, along with his medical knowledge to bring bigger cats down.

Fur:
A dark-gray, as all Russian Blue's go, it's pretty boring. All gray all around.

PERSONALITY//

Unlike most clan cats, this healer first of all, has no interest in Starclan. He has no interest in concealing his lack of a bed-side manner, and, likewise, slaps on stinging bandages without a care as to what the other cat feels. He collects herbs, but doesn't bother to waste any pain-killers on cats who don't have a life-threatening injury. He's callous, blunt, and tells things how it is. Such as saying if the cats were going to die or not, and doing exactly what his leader tells him to. He'll state his opinion vehemently, and with great passion is he feels that it's needed. Cae doesn't bother with trying to comfort cats, and, even if he did care, this is a clan that is more military-feel then anything. If you can't take it, then you shouldn't have come.

Another thing is that Cae feels very strongly about deserving to be somewhere. If he feels you aren't, then he'll tell you straight out. He'll respect secrets to a degree, but if it starts getting in the way of you working and fighting, well. You can see to it that the secret gets out, or he will. Things like this make him a fairly...well. A blunt, sarcastic, brute-ish jerk to the cats there. To some of them, at least. He may just gain the respect of others, but it wont be from kindness. Sure, he does respect his leader (after all, he/she worked their way up, so most obviously they deserve to be there), but every other warrior, eh. Let's just say that if you squeal when he's cleaning the wound, respect is tossed out the window, and he'll start treating you the age you act.

Underneath all of that, if you manage to gain his respect, you can start gaining his friendship. It isn't much-- he'll brush you off most of the time, and tell you how it is all the time, but if you have just the right amount of persistence and maturity, then you'll get it. If you get it, then he'll be a bit more gentle when he handles your wounds, he'll actually try to get a bed manner, and he'll give you more pain killers if you really need them.

EXPERIENCE//

Kit:
As a kit, Cae wasn't born into normal situations. He wasn't born into a home, shelter, or the warrior cats. None of these places was where fate placed him. Instead, he was placed into a breeding facility. More specifically, a breeding facility that breeds animals for the sole purpose of testing upon. Some of them had weird voices, and some, indeed, had other limbs. Useless, small ones, but there nonetheless. Cae was one of the lucky ones (or unlucky; depends on your view), as he had no mutation when he was born into the world. This didn't mean he wouldn't later, but when he was a mere little kitten in a world of big dogs and other cats with small mice, he was normal as could be. Sure, he had a few...blunt exchanges, and more then a few times did his sister come complaining to their mother due to his lack of empathy. Even at a mere five months, Caecilianus personality was shining through.

Teen:
Typically, a regular male kitten would be teasing his sister, looking at girls, and being interested in proving himself many times over. The last reason was the only one that proved his mother right (an old cat at fifteen years of age) and likely this was her last litter. She had expected Cae to be like every other male she had. She was sadly mistaken. The tom clearly had an interest in seeing to his sister when she was hurt, but it wasn't a caring thing. He would poke and prod at the wound until Aculeo cried huge tears, and Acu had to come and rescue her. Such things formed Caecilianus into the cat he is now (he knows not to give into morbid curiosity, and make the pain worse, though he is very much blunt and uncaring as to little things. Or the big things, for that matter. He is a military-like healer now, and was then, even if he didn't have the knowledge.

Adult:
After two years total of being in that place, Cae gained his first small "mutation" so to speak. He gained a Russian accent. Odd, hm? From then on, his speech was heavily tinted in Russian, and, though he still has trouble (even more so with the "v's") he has learned to control it to a degree that allows other cats to understand him properly. Now, right around another year later, when they were transporting him to another plant, Cae found himself in a "truck" wreck. It was a small one, but enough for the cat to escape. He found out several minutes later that an older loner cat had stepped into the road intentionally to allow him to get out. The two, as they soon found out, had identical personalities. Unfortunately, the cat had been kicked out of a clan for rough-housing some of the cats when he was a healer.

Soon enough, Caesilianus found himself to be training under the old cat, learning as much as he could before two years passed. The old cat claimed he was going to die then, and he didn't, but all the time there he grumbled and pulled that card out when Cae wished to stay with him. The cat made him promise to go after those two years. True to his promise, Caecilianus went, and spent two years in Baneclan as the very rough, no-nonsense healer in their clan. He was taught battle skills, caught on very quickly, and now appears to be what humans call a "medic".

Now: Who knows what'll happen now? Cae seems...well, no. He isn't nice at all. Be friends with him at your own risk.

OTHER//

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[MiNTY♥]

Sorry for seeming a little picky but you do have competition for this position.
Just a few little things I was wondering about:

• Also how exactly did he just randomly acquire a russian accent? I don't quite understand this, I understand how the other kits were born with mutations and I would understand how he would have this accent if he was born with it, but why did it arise after two years?
  
• Just one more thing, is he currently a loner and do you plan to post his entrance into Tempestclan or is he just already their medicine cat since I see you mentioned something about him spending time with a clan called Baneclan?
  

[jinx]

Bah, I knew I was forgetting something. I'm quite sorry you had to read through all that and whatnot.

• First of all, no, he didn't randomly. I had forgotten to place in their the part about testing on cute little kittens.
  
• Secondly, I was thinking of being Tempestclan's medicine cat, although

[/b] I forgot to take out the part about Baneclan. The hazards of re-using bios, I guess.
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Long story short, I'm, again, quite sorry you had to go through all this. If I had taken the time, I most likely would have done better. I'll place it back in WIP, and, when I'm through, you'll understand it more then just this confused rambling. ;D
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[MiNTY♥]

xx accepted as medicine cat