|Medicine Cat of WindClan
Living at the age of 69 Moons (5.3 Years)
|A lean, blue-eyed dilute tortoiseshell point she-cat
Rowanglade is built with the sleek, long lines of a runner, though the muscle beneath her fur lacks the firmness or a fully fledged warrior. Her face is sharply pointed, with large ears set upright on her head and while blue eyes. The fur of her body is a creamy shade of tan, though her face, tail and paws are all splashed with gray and cream. Her nose and ears are dark, along with the tips of her forepaws and rear left paw. The tortoiseshell pattern on her rear right foot is dominated by the cream shade. Her fur is sleek and lays flat against her body. The fact that she is semi-longhaired is only demonstrated by the slight fringe at her belly and the plume of her tail.
Rowanglade is a cat who works hard to see the brighter side of things. She sees no use in dwelling on what is difficult and seeks instead to focus on good things around her. She has a tendency to lean into the personal space of others, perhaps as a side effect of her young start down the path as a Medicine Cat. Rowanglade finds the challenges of her rank to be worth all of the effort, and is constantly thinking and exploring the edges of the lore she has been taught in hopes of finding something better than before.
Rowanglade was born to a competent, but somewhat ordinary, she-cat named Willowbranch. She was a doting mother, and enjoyed her time in the nursery with kittens. She enjoyed the process of naming the kittens, and this litter she named after trees. Thus, Rowankit grew up surrounded by WindClan in the warmth and energy of the camp. The nursery was near to the Medicine Cat’s Den. Rowankit constantly invaded as often as she could, sneaking away from her mother’s clutches and into the neighboring tunnel. Laughingfox, the Medicine Cat, took the invasions in stride. Most kittens went through a phase that lasted a quarter-moon or so. Right up until she bored them silly and they moved on. However, Laughingfox failed this time. Rowankit’s obsessive questions about the herbs that were piled about the den, every illness and injury the warriors brought into it, and the incessant curiosity about the cats of StarClan never ceased… It left Laughingfox with only one choice. When the Moon of First Fishing came, Rowankit’s tail fluffed in panic when she was last and saw none of the Senior Warriors, or experienced Warriors, rise to their feet as the Leader’s eyes fell on her. Then she thrilled with excitement when Laughingfox became her mentor.
Thus began Rowanpaw’s true education. StarClan became her obsession. Though there was no way she could, the young cat wanted nothing more than to properly understand what was before her. Omens, Messages, the ghostly cats met at Starlit versions of Fourtrees… And the herbs. So many kinds, that held so many secret properties gifted from StarClan. She only needed to know each and every one. Her curiosity bordered on obsession as she grew, something that she never gave up. It seemed she would never know enough. Could never know enough to stand in Laughingfox’s place and care properly for the entire Clan. As most Medicine Cats apprenticeships do, hers lasted well into her second year of life. She remained Rowanpaw until her 16th moon, when Laughingfox and the Leader decided that she should have her adult name.
She was filled with pride and elation. Her rank might still be apprentice, but her adulthood and competence was being acknowledged by both her mentor and her leader. Now, in addition to lessons and ongoing education, she worked alongside Laughingfox. Her bright-hearted mentor was growing older, but only her hind legs troubled her. Her mind was still as sharp as ever. Things continued much the same, with Laughingfox growing slower and more sensitive to the extremes of weather. Much of the true work fo the job was falling to Rowanglade now, with her mentor simply not physically able to keep up as Green-leaf’s heat built. Things came to a disastrous head during the third Green-leaf of her life. Laughingfox’s breathing grew labored, and despite every effort of Rowanglade the hardships of the heat and her age led the old she-cat into StarClan. And so, at 28 moons old, Rowanglade faced StarClan alone at Mothermouth to ask StarClan’s blessing on her as Medicine Cat. Then she stood before the clan in ceremony and was promoted officially into her new station. What should have been a joyful day tempered only by Laughingfox’s retirement to the Elder’s Den was instead weighted down with the weight of her sudden passing. Rowanglade then moved on into serving as Medicine Cat. As first her confidence was low due to her failure to save Laughingfox, but time salved that wound. You simply couldn’t save them all. Would never be able to save them all. She eventually settled into her place and matured into it. Her searching for an apprentice only began to grow serious when she came to the realization that she was getting old. How had she become 50 without realizing it? Unfortunately, no healthy clan is ever completely overrun with kits, and she knew she would have to await a sign that pointed her to the perfect apprentice. She would do as her mentor did and find the kit who was born to the task. There would be no settling in WindClan.
|Nightwalk (A lean dark gray classic tabby with with a fluffy tail and bright green eyes)
|Willowbranch (A longhaired tortoiseshell she-cat with white paws)
Pinestep (A small, long-haired dilute calico with dark green eyes.)
Pending Mentor (For characters awaiting mentor creation.)
Notes & Additional Details
|This character has been assigned a genetic code.
|Rowanglade has been compiled into the bans records.
Rowanglade is a Female Cat with a Dilute Tortie Pointed pelt of Mid-length Normal textured hair. They are of Medium-small Size and Foreign build. Their eyes are Blue and ears are Normal. Their tail is Normal, with Normal paws and Normal legs. They are of Non-purebred descent.
This character sheet was last updated on 2022-03-29 11:26