Adderthorn

name, Adderthorn
nicknames, None
age, Twenty-seven moons
clan, AirClan
blood status, 100% AirClan
mentor, Snowberry [deceased]

fur color, A nice mix of tans and a white underbelly.
eye color, A piercing light green.
distinguising features, The intricate web of stripes over his body.
picture,

likes, calmness, teasing, company, teaching others.
dislikes, loudness, hot weather, stress.
strengths, his ability to keep one calm, his focus, his determination.
weaknesses, his nightmares, his stubbornness, his inability to look reality in the face.
relationship status, n/a.
sexuality, heterosexual.
overall personality,
Adderthorn is an easy-going cat. He likes to keep a calm air around him, so his den is the place to go if you're riled up and need to vent. He's understanding and will listen if you ask him. Yes, he knows he is a medicine cat, and he knows he will never be able to love another, but he enjoys to flirt teasingly with his she-cat friends. They know he's kidding, but it's his way of showing affection. Adderthorn is much too stubborn for his own good and it often gets him in trouble.

mother, Tawnyfur
father, Thistlestep
siblings, Sandnose
others of importance, Snowberry, former mentor.
overall history,
Adderthorn was born to the lovely Tawnyfur on a dark newleaf night. The brilliant gleam of their ancestors shone overhead. The two wriggly kits were deemed Adderkit and Sandkit. They were of good health, and that was all that mattered. The two kits grew quickly, as young ones do, but still they yearned for apprenticehood. Sandkit would pummle him around and claim she'd be the greatest warrior this forest has ever heard of. Adderkit played along, because that's what all kits want. But in his heart, something was tugging him in the other direction. Adderkit pushed it aside.

A half-moon before their apprentice ceremony, Adderkit began having restless sleep. Dreams plagued him, and he often woke up disgruntled. One night, the dream had quickly turned to a nightmare. That was the night Adderkit went over to Snowberry, the current medicine cat, to see if she could give him any explanation. She said all cats have nightmares sometimes. But then she gave him a knowing look and told him not all warriors have dreams every night. 'Have you ever thought of becoming a medicine cat, Adderkit?'

And so, to the surprise of himself and his sister, as Sandkit was named Sandpaw, the warrior apprentice, Adderkit became Adderpaw, the medicine cat apprentice. The first few moons were a struggle for the young tom. He slept in the medicine den now, curled up against Snowberry, but dreams still woke him--and usually, Snowberry, too--and the ugly face of self-doubt began to slowly grow in his belly. What if he wasn't the right choice? He hadn't really thought of becoming a medicine cat until Snowberry had suggested it.

During a quiet walk with his mentor, however, something clicked inside of him. He had no idea what it was, maybe the serenity surrounding him or his mentor's gentle nudge to his shoulder, but he suddenly knew he could do this. Adderpaw pushed himself. Went over lists of herbs in his head and tried to get through his restless nights without waking up. His efforts payed off, when Snowberry deemed him Adderthorn.

He was adjusting to medicine cat life fairly well. He was not prepared, to say the least, that one leafbare after he got his new name, that his mentor would pass on. What confuses him more is that she just. . . died. He had waken up from one of his dreams and no longer felt her comforting rise and fall of her chest. He just gaped at her until he could feel himself. Adderthorn has been on his own ever since, and though he still struggles through rough nights, he has the medicine cat life grasped now. It only gets better from here, right?

other, Hope it's all right that I made a medicine cat. If there's any audition stuff I need to do, that's fine!