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smokepaw
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Age: 6 moons
Gender: male
Rank: apprentice
Clan: thunderclan
Short Description: a tom with long gray fur and sharp amber eyes.

Appearance:

Smokepaw is the youngest of his litter, but not the smallest; he's definitely a bit on the large side for his age, just like his father, Blizzardshard. To be honest, a lot of his size is fur, but definitely not all of it - he has more sheer muscle mass than his sisters and indeed more than most apprentices. He's still growing into some aspects of his size - his paws, for example, are about three sizes too big, leading him to an occasional bout of clumsiness. Because of his size, he's not necessarily the fastest, but he has endurance and strength on his side where agility and quickness fail him.

His fur is long, thick, and smoky gray, hence his name; it tends to fluff up a bit comically in any kind of humidity, and it's a real pain when it rains because he takes a lot longer to dry than shorter-haired cats. The gray color is darkest on his face, his back, and his paws; his belly is lighter, and his large eyes are in stark contrast to his pelt, a luminous amber that practically glows against the gray. His whiskers are a bit on the long side, and his ears are larger than they really need to be, though he hopes he'll grow into them the same way he hopes he'll grow into his too-big paws.

Personality:

Possibly the most accurate metaphor for Smokepaw's personality is a rock, or perhaps an old, weathered tree, something solid and steady and dependable. He's generally quite a calm fella, and he's cool under fire; he's a good cat to have at your back in a sticky situation, because he can stay logical and think things through even when the going gets a bit rough. He can be a bit passive, and sometimes a bit of a loner, but once he gets to know someone he's also loyal to a fault.

He's also sharp as a thorn, very logical, and quite observant. He learns quickly, and absorbs knowledge like a sponge, though it does sometimes take him a long time to master more physical things, such as fighting moves or hunting techniques. He has a remarkable memory for facts, images, and voices, though, as well as a burgeoning interest in medical plants and herbs and the life of a medicine cat in general, though he's currently a warrior apprentice. His 'logical side' also gives him firm opinions about fairness and justice; growing up, he applied this as a mediator between his sisters, but he's also used it to think through whether he believed the decisions of those with power over him are fair and, at times, logic his way out of what he considers an unfair punishment for himself or his denmates; for this reason, all the other kits wanted to get on his good side, knowing that if he liked them and they hadn't done anything dangerous he was a helpful cat to know if one wanted to get away with any youthful hijinks. He can be a bit of a pushover where his friends, kin, or loved ones are concerned.

History:

Growing up as the child of one of the most important cats in one's clan isn't the easiest. Sometimes, it results in special treatments, such as the way adults were almost always more listen to Smokekit's ideas than those of his peers, even in as a kit; other times, it results in quite the opposite, treatment worse than that which the other kits received in order to show that whoever it was wasn't going to give him any sort of favoritism or special privilege that they wouldn't give any other kit. As a logical result, he developed differently than another kit might, but thanks to his parents' words and actions and his sisters' antics, he stayed relatively down to earth.

He was constantly the bridge between arguments his sisters would have, though. He spent many a frustrated day in his early life trying to make them see eye to eye, or to mend someone's broken pride, or any myriad other tasks he felt it was his brotherly duty to perform.

He eventually developed something of an interest in medicine. Mostly this had to do with just a predisposed liking for the plants; the various types and their uses intrigued him. It was interesting to think how much power and possibility there was in some simple leaves and flowers. He loved it when Frostbite would come to the nursery to check up on the queens and offer them herbs; he always wanted to ask what each was used for, and what other herbs were used for, and if he could check out the medicine den sometime maybe, but Frostbite was a bit, well, frosty, and he never got up the nerve to say anything.

He was apprenticed with his sisters not long ago, ready to serve ThunderClan by being the best apprentice he can be, and eventually as a warrior as well.