Mottledleaf, RiverClan Medicine Cat

Name: Mottledleaf
Gender: She-cat
Age: 21 moons
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Appearance: Mottledleaf is a blue tortoiseshell-tabby, or a blue torbie, with white on her lower legs and chest. She's rather petite in size, with a very narrow body and thin limbs. She looks bigger than she is, though, because of her fluffy fur. She has yellow-amber eyes that almost look a little too big for her face. She's has an extra toe on her back right foot.

Personality: She's oddly serene and placid - it's very hard to work her up, and she is capable of staying calm in even really bad situations. She's a diligent worker, and though she might be a bit under experienced, she tries her hardest. She's young and naive and insecure but at the same time she's nervously confident in her abilities. Sometimes she still wishes that she had Silverwhisker by her side to tell her that she's doing things right, but she doesn't let others know when she's nervous like that. She isn't afraid to ask for help when she needs it, especially when someone's health is on the line.

She's very friendly and adores being around pretty much everyone in the clan, and though she hates to admit it because of her role, she's a hopeless romantic. She knows that she has no option to pursue any of her daydream romances. She likes being a medicine cat more than she does any of those, though. She loves her Clanmates like they were her own kits, and would do anything she could to help them out when they need her.

Bio: She was an only kit and a very quiet kit. She didn't speak until she was a couple moons old, but that was by her own choice. She just wasn't interested. She remained a very quiet kit for the remainder of her nursery days, except she was a very quiet kit who observed the medicine cat from the sidelines all day long. When it came time for apprenticeship, she became the apprentice of the medicine cat, Silverwhisker, who trained her very well for moons upon moons.

Eventually she recieved her medicine cat name when she was sixteen moons, and her mentor died when she was 19 moons of old age. She's spent the last couple moons doing the job on her own. She lives it, but inside she's a bit scared at times. She knows that one day there's going to be someone that she can't save, and that will be the time when she breaks down.

Example RP:
Mottledleaf let out a sigh as droplets of water began to crash against her pelt. Her mouth was full of goldenrod and she had wandered quite a distance from camp. Dropping the herbs, she glanced up at the sky - it was dark and cloudy, like a storm was about to come. She wouldn't be able to see the rain out. If she waited, she had a feeling that it would only end up worse. 

The she-cat trudged along with her mouthful of plant matter, and the storm became harsher and harsher with every minute that passed. Within an instant, the rain became a complete downpour, soaking her to the bone. Shivering, she glanced around with nervous eyes. There was no where around that she could shelter in this moment, but if she stayed out in that rain she was going to catch a cough.

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