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Description
Information:
Name: Smokekit > Smokepaw > Smokecloud
Name Meaning: Smoke; Due to his dark black-grey fur and light grey patches | Fur; Due to his smoke coloured fur
Gender: Male
Age: 27 moons / 2 years and 25 months / 26 human years
Clan: Boulder
Rank: Medicine Cat

Mentor: Crookedtail (Warrior) Marshleap (Medicine Cat)
Apprentice/s: Starlingpaw

Basic Personality: Smokecloud is a grumpy, non-caring tom. Although he is a medicine cat, he took up the role after finding it increasingly difficult to fight thanks to his one-sided sight, therefore he doesn't take much pride in his work and cares little about what others say or think of him as a medicine cat. He is arrogant and although a medicine cat isn't afraid to show he isn't a softy by using tooth and claw.

Mother: Grassfur
Father: Bluetail
Brother/s: Rowankit
Sister/s: None
Mate: None (Not allowed)
Kit/s: None (Not allowed)

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Relationships:

Hate
Dislike
Unsure of
Acquaintance
Friend
Best Friend
Crush
Love/Mate
Family
Deceased

Starlingpaw | Apprentice |
Starlingpaw... I like her, in fact I love her. No, not in that way! She's honestly like a little sister to me, or a daughter I could never have. I worry for her safety and her well-being... I find it sad that she chose the path of a medicine cat, why would anyone choose this path? A path destined for loneliness and boredom... I'll never know. Starlingpaw is smart, resilient and very, very brave and I admire her greatly for that. She also has another trait that I admire, but never seem to mimic myself... She has this unconditional love for everyone, I saw this when she was worried for Quailpaw's safety after receiving a message from StarClan even though only hours before he had blinded her right eye, hideously scarred her beautiful face. Starlingpaw's rose above harsh times where as I sank to the very bottom of my soul. I just don't think anything could break her spirit... I really don't and if anything does... I'll hunt it down to the ends of the earth and kill it with my own claws!

Quailpaw | Clan-mate |
I can't even begin to explain how much I hate this cat! He's an evil, untamed rat! He doesn't even deserve to be a part of BoulderClan! I'll gladly await the day I see his demise, I don't care how it sounds. All he does is hurt everyone he sees! He cries out about being despised, but truth is for some reason everyone deep down cares for that damn rodent... But every time someone shows this love or care towards him, all he does it spit in their face and slash a claw to the eye! Ungrateful is what he is! Ungrateful and disgusting. He makes me sick to my stomach!
He attacked my apprentice, Starlingpaw and yet she can forgive him? *hiss* I could never forgive him! But if Starlingpaw wants me to... I'll just have to play along. But I swear to StarClan, if he ever lays a paw on Starlingpaw again, I'll pull his guts out and feed them to him!

Rookstar | Clan Leader |
Rookstar's my leader. I hold great respect for her, however... There's something off about her. Something that I can't quite put a finger on. I think she's hiding a deep dark secret from the clan and I think she has been hiding it for a while now. I'll find out what it is sooner or later, I just hope it's nothing too bad... But for now, I have no choice but to trust her, after all, she is my leader.

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Backstory:

Kit
I was a hostile kit, that's what I was constantly told anyway. I remember raring for a fight from sunrise to sunset, I just loved to show my power and strength over all the other kits.
My kit moons passed like a rabbit escaping a cat, fast, but I still vividly recall my older kithood challenging newly appointed apprentices. I wanted to prove I was still tougher than them even being untrained and younger. Although I lost those 'fights' more then once.

*Warrior* Apprentice
As the day of my apprentice ceremony dawned, I convinced myself that I should act calm and collected but also puff myself up a little to make myself appear strong and worthy. Although just becoming an apprentice I still strived for that powerful position over my clan-mates. I still strive for it today.
I was appointed my mentor who's name was Crookedtail, he was a large stocky tom with a tail that always seemed to flick to one side. I had heard many stories of his ferocious nature and I instantly idolized him.
Crookedtail would train me to fight more then hunt, which suited me just fine due to my hostile and power hungry nature. However, although Crookedtail was 'ferocious' to others at times, to me he always seemed like a father, since my father had died just before my birth I never really got a grasp of what fatherly love was like so Crookedtail was as close to a dad figure as I ever got.
Towards the middle of my apprentice training, a day I remember not so fondly, a sparrow cross my path. Although being on a patrol and not a hunting party I couldn't resist the temptation to show off my hunting skills in front of my other clan-mates. However as I pounced at the sparrow it flew towards the border and crossed, along with myself as I chased after it not realizing that I was entering that fox-dung of a clan; RockClan.
Their patrol just happened to be there right at that moment and caught me in the act. I was instantly accused of prey-stealing and before I knew it a fight broke out. The adults fighting each other made me furious. What made them any better then me? Wasn't I good enough to fight?
Then I saw him, a lean golden-tabby tom. Weedpaw I believe his name was at the time.
As soon as I lay eyes on him I knew he was my target, without planning I attacked, slashing wilding at his face and throat like a badger defending its cubs. I wasn't holding back and I regret that to this very day.
Within seconds I suddenly found myself on my back. For a moment I thought StarClan had switched me with my opponent apprentice so I could see how horrible it felt to be slashed and clawed at mercilessly. As ridiculous as that sounds at the time that's all I could think.
The pain was agonising and then I realised that I was being rabidly attacked by the apprentice that I mauled. For the first time in my life I realized I was way out of my depth and desperately tried scrabbling to my paws in retreat, but the apprentice Weedpaw just wouldn't let up. I remember yowling for him to let me go, I apologized and pleaded but his vicious attacks wouldn't stop. Then as excruciating pain surged through my face from my eye, the slashing stopped and Weedpaw's weight was lifted from me.
I only vaguely remember the rest. I was in too much shock and pain to really understand what had really just happened. I remember yowling something to the apprentice, something about payback then it's all a bit hazy...

My apprentice training continued shortly after my wounds had healed. I had lost all sight in my eye and now bared three scars which welded my eye together. It was difficult to manage. I had relied on my sight for practically everything, even hunting I cast aside my other senses virtually completely which was probably why I was no good at hunting in the first place. But it was just too difficult to adapt. I couldn't grasp when someone was coming at me from my blind side or where prey was when I could clearly hear it. In the end the leader announced my retirement and I became and elder for a short while.

Elder
For quite a few moons I spend my life in the elders den. Discarded and forgotten about. I was hopeless to my Clan and myself, I wished every day to end as quick as the last. At first every waking moment was spend cursing at the apprentice who ruined me; Weedpaw. I would constantly imagine up ways to harm him and destroy his future. At first the thoughts comforted me, but after a while I felt madness and obsession creeping in. I wouldn't answer when called, I wouldn't eat anything or drink I wouldn't let any of the current apprentices clean out the den. I was just a dead cat within a moving shell.
But then the day came when my life changed once more.
The medicine cat; Marshleap was growing old and was in search of medicine cat apprentices but was so caught up with Starclan he awaited a sign. Time passed before a strange fire destroyed the forest outside of our territory. I remember Marshleap telling me how he sat outside of his den and watched as smoke clouds loomed over the elders den where I resided. He told me that was as good a sign as any and my life then on started anew.

*Medicine Cat* Apprentice
It may not have been the path I wished for or the path I found particularly enjoyable but it gave me reason and I soon found myself actually wanting to wake up in the mornings.
The training was harder then I thought, while warrior training was all about hunting and fighting, medicine cat training was about using your memory, senses and spirituality. The spirituality was the bit that got me the most, I just couldn't for the life of me truly find my belief in Starclan.
The my first visit to the MoonTree changed everything, as soon as I curled up under the arching routes of that old mystical tree and closed my eyes... I found them. The cat's of our past. Starclan.
I then went on to be completely swallowed up with excitement with being a medicine cat, joyfully collecting herbs awaiting the next half moon to speak with Starclan.
My good work helped me earn my full name far quicker too and I was far prouder to gain my name through Starclan then in front of a bunch of warriors which would just remind me of what could have been.
From then on out I was known as Smokecloud in honour of StarClans sign to my mentor Marshleap. I felt that my life's goal had changed completely and that I finally had purpose. I truly believed that my urge to fight was behind me.
But after a while of the same routine of collecting herbs and caring for sick cats, the apprentices which would come to me to be healed would share their stories and that only brought back the urges to fight and hunt again. I longed so much to feel that adrenaline of a scuffle and the pride of catching my own prey.
However new problems arised as my mentor Marshleap aged to the point of memory loss. He began giving cats the wrong herbs and forgetting that I was even his apprentice. I never forget walking in on him forcing down death-berries. I went to force him to gag them up but he told me to let him go.
It was the hardest time of my life to sit by the very cat that gave me new hope and a future, die slowly in front of me but his wishes were final and I knew I would see him again in StarClan where he longed to be.

Medicine Cat
Shortly after I became a full fledged Medicine Cat. Although proud I was still sour from my mentors death and that constantly interfering urge to be a warrior still sparking at the back of my mind.
A short time passed and I found it increasingly hard to care for the clan on my own and only just realized how much hard work it was being a medicine cat without my mentor. Because of the stress and my lack of motivation throughout the day I became cold and less kind to my patients, I didn't want to be rough and grumpy all the time like an old Elder with un-groomed ticks but alas I did...

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Roleplay example:

Smokecloud – The dark tabby tom's broad head poked out from his den. He scanned the camp for any signs of life in the early morning. There was none, which was exactly what the grumpy tom cat wished for every day.
Smokeclouds paw steps made little noise as he made his way across camp towards the water ditch, being careful not to awake any of the other Clan mates, because if there was one thing Smokecloud hated it was being dragged into a conversation about Warrior activities. The young tom hated to be reminded about the path he was hauled from so long ago, although his destiny now followed a Medicine Cat's path and although he did feel at ease in the position, he would always find himself itching to be a Warrior.
Smokecloud grunted, a sound that was not uncommon to escape his lips. He leaned down, his neck outstretched towards the water ditch and his one functioning eye softly closed as he began to lap up his fill of much needed refreshment. The Medicine cat gently stood to his paws and took a long and deep sigh. “I suppose it's about time I re-stock on some herbs.” He muttered to himself. At least the herb collecting job gave him a reason to leave a camp full of chattering warriors and squealing kits.

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Art/Character/COTLC > *WavesOfWealth

Description
Information:
Name: Smokekit > Smokepaw > Smokecloud
Name Meaning: Smoke; Due to his dark black-grey fur and light grey patches | Fur; Due to his smoke coloured fur
Gender: Male
Age: 27 moons / 2 years and 25 months / 26 human years
Clan: Boulder
Rank: Medicine Cat

Mentor: Crookedtail (Warrior) Marshleap (Medicine Cat)
Apprentice/s: Starlingpaw

Basic Personality: Smokecloud is a grumpy, non-caring tom. Although he is a medicine cat, he took up the role after finding it increasingly difficult to fight thanks to his one-sided sight, therefore he doesn't take much pride in his work and cares little about what others say or think of him as a medicine cat. He is arrogant and although a medicine cat isn't afraid to show he isn't a softy by using tooth and claw.

Mother: Grassfur
Father: Bluetail
Brother/s: Rowankit
Sister/s: None
Mate: None (Not allowed)
Kit/s: None (Not allowed)

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Relationships:

Hate
Dislike
Unsure of
Acquaintance
Friend
Best Friend
Crush
Love/Mate
Family
Deceased

Starlingpaw | Apprentice |
Starlingpaw... I like her, in fact I love her. No, not in that way! She's honestly like a little sister to me, or a daughter I could never have. I worry for her safety and her well-being... I find it sad that she chose the path of a medicine cat, why would anyone choose this path? A path destined for loneliness and boredom... I'll never know. Starlingpaw is smart, resilient and very, very brave and I admire her greatly for that. She also has another trait that I admire, but never seem to mimic myself... She has this unconditional love for everyone, I saw this when she was worried for Quailpaw's safety after receiving a message from StarClan even though only hours before he had blinded her right eye, hideously scarred her beautiful face. Starlingpaw's rose above harsh times where as I sank to the very bottom of my soul. I just don't think anything could break her spirit... I really don't and if anything does... I'll hunt it down to the ends of the earth and kill it with my own claws!

Quailpaw | Clan-mate |
I can't even begin to explain how much I hate this cat! He's an evil, untamed rat! He doesn't even deserve to be a part of BoulderClan! I'll gladly await the day I see his demise, I don't care how it sounds. All he does is hurt everyone he sees! He cries out about being despised, but truth is for some reason everyone deep down cares for that damn rodent... But every time someone shows this love or care towards him, all he does it spit in their face and slash a claw to the eye! Ungrateful is what he is! Ungrateful and disgusting. He makes me sick to my stomach!
He attacked my apprentice, Starlingpaw and yet she can forgive him? *hiss* I could never forgive him! But if Starlingpaw wants me to... I'll just have to play along. But I swear to StarClan, if he ever lays a paw on Starlingpaw again, I'll pull his guts out and feed them to him!

Rookstar | Clan Leader |
Rookstar's my leader. I hold great respect for her, however... There's something off about her. Something that I can't quite put a finger on. I think she's hiding a deep dark secret from the clan and I think she has been hiding it for a while now. I'll find out what it is sooner or later, I just hope it's nothing too bad... But for now, I have no choice but to trust her, after all, she is my leader.

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Backstory:

Kit
I was a hostile kit, that's what I was constantly told anyway. I remember raring for a fight from sunrise to sunset, I just loved to show my power and strength over all the other kits.
My kit moons passed like a rabbit escaping a cat, fast, but I still vividly recall my older kithood challenging newly appointed apprentices. I wanted to prove I was still tougher than them even being untrained and younger. Although I lost those 'fights' more then once.

*Warrior* Apprentice
As the day of my apprentice ceremony dawned, I convinced myself that I should act calm and collected but also puff myself up a little to make myself appear strong and worthy. Although just becoming an apprentice I still strived for that powerful position over my clan-mates. I still strive for it today.
I was appointed my mentor who's name was Crookedtail, he was a large stocky tom with a tail that always seemed to flick to one side. I had heard many stories of his ferocious nature and I instantly idolized him.
Crookedtail would train me to fight more then hunt, which suited me just fine due to my hostile and power hungry nature. However, although Crookedtail was 'ferocious' to others at times, to me he always seemed like a father, since my father had died just before my birth I never really got a grasp of what fatherly love was like so Crookedtail was as close to a dad figure as I ever got.
Towards the middle of my apprentice training, a day I remember not so fondly, a sparrow cross my path. Although being on a patrol and not a hunting party I couldn't resist the temptation to show off my hunting skills in front of my other clan-mates. However as I pounced at the sparrow it flew towards the border and crossed, along with myself as I chased after it not realizing that I was entering that fox-dung of a clan; RockClan.
Their patrol just happened to be there right at that moment and caught me in the act. I was instantly accused of prey-stealing and before I knew it a fight broke out. The adults fighting each other made me furious. What made them any better then me? Wasn't I good enough to fight?
Then I saw him, a lean golden-tabby tom. Weedpaw I believe his name was at the time.
As soon as I lay eyes on him I knew he was my target, without planning I attacked, slashing wilding at his face and throat like a badger defending its cubs. I wasn't holding back and I regret that to this very day.
Within seconds I suddenly found myself on my back. For a moment I thought StarClan had switched me with my opponent apprentice so I could see how horrible it felt to be slashed and clawed at mercilessly. As ridiculous as that sounds at the time that's all I could think.
The pain was agonising and then I realised that I was being rabidly attacked by the apprentice that I mauled. For the first time in my life I realized I was way out of my depth and desperately tried scrabbling to my paws in retreat, but the apprentice Weedpaw just wouldn't let up. I remember yowling for him to let me go, I apologized and pleaded but his vicious attacks wouldn't stop. Then as excruciating pain surged through my face from my eye, the slashing stopped and Weedpaw's weight was lifted from me.
I only vaguely remember the rest. I was in too much shock and pain to really understand what had really just happened. I remember yowling something to the apprentice, something about payback then it's all a bit hazy...

My apprentice training continued shortly after my wounds had healed. I had lost all sight in my eye and now bared three scars which welded my eye together. It was difficult to manage. I had relied on my sight for practically everything, even hunting I cast aside my other senses virtually completely which was probably why I was no good at hunting in the first place. But it was just too difficult to adapt. I couldn't grasp when someone was coming at me from my blind side or where prey was when I could clearly hear it. In the end the leader announced my retirement and I became and elder for a short while.

Elder
For quite a few moons I spend my life in the elders den. Discarded and forgotten about. I was hopeless to my Clan and myself, I wished every day to end as quick as the last. At first every waking moment was spend cursing at the apprentice who ruined me; Weedpaw. I would constantly imagine up ways to harm him and destroy his future. At first the thoughts comforted me, but after a while I felt madness and obsession creeping in. I wouldn't answer when called, I wouldn't eat anything or drink I wouldn't let any of the current apprentices clean out the den. I was just a dead cat within a moving shell.
But then the day came when my life changed once more.
The medicine cat; Marshleap was growing old and was in search of medicine cat apprentices but was so caught up with Starclan he awaited a sign. Time passed before a strange fire destroyed the forest outside of our territory. I remember Marshleap telling me how he sat outside of his den and watched as smoke clouds loomed over the elders den where I resided. He told me that was as good a sign as any and my life then on started anew.

*Medicine Cat* Apprentice
It may not have been the path I wished for or the path I found particularly enjoyable but it gave me reason and I soon found myself actually wanting to wake up in the mornings.
The training was harder then I thought, while warrior training was all about hunting and fighting, medicine cat training was about using your memory, senses and spirituality. The spirituality was the bit that got me the most, I just couldn't for the life of me truly find my belief in Starclan.
The my first visit to the MoonTree changed everything, as soon as I curled up under the arching routes of that old mystical tree and closed my eyes... I found them. The cat's of our past. Starclan.
I then went on to be completely swallowed up with excitement with being a medicine cat, joyfully collecting herbs awaiting the next half moon to speak with Starclan.
My good work helped me earn my full name far quicker too and I was far prouder to gain my name through Starclan then in front of a bunch of warriors which would just remind me of what could have been.
From then on out I was known as Smokecloud in honour of StarClans sign to my mentor Marshleap. I felt that my life's goal had changed completely and that I finally had purpose. I truly believed that my urge to fight was behind me.
But after a while of the same routine of collecting herbs and caring for sick cats, the apprentices which would come to me to be healed would share their stories and that only brought back the urges to fight and hunt again. I longed so much to feel that adrenaline of a scuffle and the pride of catching my own prey.
However new problems arised as my mentor Marshleap aged to the point of memory loss. He began giving cats the wrong herbs and forgetting that I was even his apprentice. I never forget walking in on him forcing down death-berries. I went to force him to gag them up but he told me to let him go.
It was the hardest time of my life to sit by the very cat that gave me new hope and a future, die slowly in front of me but his wishes were final and I knew I would see him again in StarClan where he longed to be.

Medicine Cat
Shortly after I became a full fledged Medicine Cat. Although proud I was still sour from my mentors death and that constantly interfering urge to be a warrior still sparking at the back of my mind.
A short time passed and I found it increasingly hard to care for the clan on my own and only just realized how much hard work it was being a medicine cat without my mentor. Because of the stress and my lack of motivation throughout the day I became cold and less kind to my patients, I didn't want to be rough and grumpy all the time like an old Elder with un-groomed ticks but alas I did...

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Roleplay example:

Smokecloud – The dark tabby tom's broad head poked out from his den. He scanned the camp for any signs of life in the early morning. There was none, which was exactly what the grumpy tom cat wished for every day.
Smokeclouds paw steps made little noise as he made his way across camp towards the water ditch, being careful not to awake any of the other Clan mates, because if there was one thing Smokecloud hated it was being dragged into a conversation about Warrior activities. The young tom hated to be reminded about the path he was hauled from so long ago, although his destiny now followed a Medicine Cat's path and although he did feel at ease in the position, he would always find himself itching to be a Warrior.
Smokecloud grunted, a sound that was not uncommon to escape his lips. He leaned down, his neck outstretched towards the water ditch and his one functioning eye softly closed as he began to lap up his fill of much needed refreshment. The Medicine cat gently stood to his paws and took a long and deep sigh. “I suppose it's about time I re-stock on some herbs.” He muttered to himself. At least the herb collecting job gave him a reason to leave a camp full of chattering warriors and squealing kits.

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Art/Character/COTLC > *WavesOfWealth