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Name: Fallingpebble
Age: 19 moons
Gender: Female
Clan: Rockclan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Pelt color: Grey
Eye color: A somewhat faded creamy
brown flecked with various shades of
light and dark green.
Markings: tabby
Height: 8 in
Weight: 5.2 lbs
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Likes:+Sunlight+
Always looking more to the warmer
things in life, she loves to lay out in
the sun whenever she can get the
chance to do such an activity.
+Greenleaf+
Though hot and mucky for some, the
season is the peak of Fallingpebble's
best moods. The combination of both
more heated temperature and better
chance of rain heightens the amount
of liked things that appear in her life.
+Rain+
Many cats dislike rain, but for this cat
the endless fall of water provides yet
another way that she can improve her
lack of sight. The droplets act of a sort
of sonar for her heightened hearing,
like that of a bat, so that she is able
to detect more objects through the
vibrations against their basic outline.
Dislikes:+Almost Blind+
At birth, she was clearly labeled as blind
and disabled, as it was all too obvious
from the faded color and lack of light in
her creamy eyes; though it was later
discovered that she was not completely
so, as she could still see some things
based on the light around the object.
+Being Useless+
Finding a situation in which nothing can
be done by her is frustrating beyond
comparison for Fallingpebble. She
absolutely despises being forced to
sit on the sideline and watch (so to
speak) as something happens.
+Clouded Nights+
To her, clouded nights are like being
completely sightless, since her small
grasp on vision depends on the bit of
shadows that she is able to decipher
from the brightness of an area.
Full Personality:~
Bottled Emotions~
Not one of many words, it is on rare occasion that she will say anything other than what is required knowledge to hear. In no way is she unfriendly in going about this, it is only the tragedy and handicap emphasized around the time of her birth that would have been most likely to cause this lack of speech. Time and time again, she will listen very intently to the draining of secrets and pressure from others onto her. As she is seen as a silent figure, many would know that any rumors spread or unwanted personal stories shared would be last spoken from the mouth of this she-cat.
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This Curse~
Around the time meant to celebrate the coming of her life into this world, Fallingpebble will become very sullen and lack even more words to share than normal. Some might ask her why, but she would only shake her head in reply, and slowly close her sorrow filled eyes until the speaker was gone, and she is left to her own thoughts and memories.
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The Gentle Soul~
Often softhearted toward the younger members of her clan, she loves to listen to them romping about the camp; kits carelessly playing a game of tag, while apprentices practice the latest move that they learned from their mentor. Time sometimes finds her wishing she could have children of her own, but never once has she seen the image of her laying with the queens working out. Believing that she shares something in common to those who have lost something or someone dear, she will show rare seen feelings of understanding, and more than likely attempt to comfort or help the cat in any way that she possibly can.
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Penetrating the Barrier~
Few cats will ever find the true presence shielded under the thick shell of protection wrapped around the she-cat, and those few will either have tormented the heart and mind to the point of breaking, or shared a friendship so deep that they passed gently into the realm which occupies her being.
Birth Day: Leaf-bare
Birth Clan: Rockclan
Family: unknown
History:~
Echos~
The earliest memories that can be summoned are no more than flashes of things; a sudden burst of light soon accompanied by an angry bellow from the sky, and what seemed a painful scream splitting through the darkness, just before eerie silence followed. Vibrations of more sounds could barely be comprehended though the cold earth, which was quickly being softened into mud. Quiet voices, they seemed concerned, afraid, but mostly regretful... When the small kit woke to consciousness, she felt alone, for everything was black. A trickle of light spewed into view, a shadow outlined in its sudden appearance. Its voice murmured softly to her, words of encouragement, of calming. "Mom?" she croaked, the instinctive wanting to be close to the one who had brought her into this world was overpowering. The air around the shadow of a stranger seemed to grow darker, "No, I'm sorry..."
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Hidden~
From the entrance of the medicine cat's den, Fallingpaw would watch the silhouettes of apprentices leap around one another, playing games that she was not allowed. Not that she minded much, fighting was never a thing she liked to make a game out of, as she realized how serious that it could be. She couldn't see what she was missing out on though, for while she hid around the edges of the social circle, she lost that critical time in which many found who their friends were, and who was not to be trusted.
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Named~
With the passing on of the duty of a medicine cat to her, the newly realized Fallingpebble seems to be doing well in her role to the clan, having already acquired an apprentice. It is up to Starclan, and the will of fate to decide what will happen to her now.
