[Twoster]

CREEKSKY

BASICS

NAME ► Creekkit - Creekpaw - Creeksky
AGE ► 57 moons (4 years, 9 months)
GENDER ► Female
PRONOUNS ► She/her
RANK ► Medicine cat
CLAN ► Skyclan

DESCRIPTIONS

ONE LINER ► Sleek furred grey tall she-cat with amber eyes and slim tail.
FACECLAIM ► N/A

DETAILED ►  Creeksky is not known to be a small cat, reaching the height of 36 cm! She has amber-dark eyes and a sleek-furred pelt, which helps her swim more easily, even when she doesn’t enjoy it. Her right ear was torn when she encountered a badger and is quite small. Her left ear is small as well. She has a black nose and quite long legs, with both her forepaw and hind paw a lighter gray compared to the rest of her body. Her tail is slim and grey, and known to be short.

PERSONALITY

STRENGTHS ► Calm, Independent, Diligent, Sweet.
WEAKNESS ► Too trusting, Easily let’s guard down, Perfectionist (which makes her hate when something isn’t how she wants it to be, perfect.)
LIKES ► Praise, Flowers, Peace.
DISLIKES ► Violence, Getting wet, Death.

DETAILED ► Creeksky was deemed a miracle when born, but obviously no cat is perfect. She knew to not get in trouble or fights often and was calm and sweet to other kits. But her one major flaw was how she saw perfection. Whenever something wasn’t how she wanted, she thought nothing was perfect and that her world was toppling down. She would then throw temper tantrums until her mother picked her up and hushed her. As she aged, she knew not to throw tantrums but would still get irritated when nothing was going her perfect way, and the same applied when she messed up a poultice while working with her herbs.

Creeksky was one of the cats who thought that no matter the evil someone has done, they can always change and better themselves in the future, which led to her becoming too trusting amongst cats, making her feel sympathy for even the worst traitors of her clan. She only wants to help, no matter the cause of things. Creeksky hates, and sometimes even fears, the process of death, even when knowing cats are hunting with StarClan in endless fields of stars. She hates only knowing she can communicate with cats at a higher plane of existence using the Moonstone, which still takes a long time for her to reach.

Creeksky loved the praise she got from the queens as a kit for all the little actions she had done, and even to this day, she loves the admiration and praise she receives at certain times. Creeksky had hated the multiple wars her clan and other clans endured, though she wanted to keep peace within the five clans. But the other clans and her own didn’t see pacifism. Even when she hated violence, she put up with it, just as she puts up with a number of things every day.

RELATIONSHIPS

FATHER ► Ashstone
MOTHER ►Cedarflower
SIBLINGS ► Cinderbrook

MATE ► N/A
OFFSPRING ► N/A

MENTOR ► Dewdrop
APPRENTICE(S) ► TBA

HISTORY

TRIGGER WARNINGS ► A tad bit of violence.
► Creeksky was born to loving parents and a sister in the cold months of leafbare. As a kit, she was tiny and was sometimes mocked by other cats for not being as big as them, which was abnormal coming from her lineage. But her parents called her a late bloomer. When
she was a kit, she was obsessed with messing with the herbs of the former medicine cat, Dewdrop. She would always egg Dewdrop on until Dewdrop told the meanings of the herbs to young little Creekkit, and she always listened intently to every little detail. Once Creekkit visited more and more, it became clear to Dewdrop, clearer than a puddle after rain, that Creekkit was to be the next medicine cat. She even occasionally watched Creekkit play medicine cat with her other kit friends in a game of clans. Dewdrop always secretly promised that when Creekkit was 6 moons, she would be a medicine apprentice.

Once Creekkit had her ceremony roll around, she got really excited waiting to see who her mentor would be. She was oblivious to the obvious fact she would become a medicine cat. Her parents always told her she had to become a strong big warrior like her lineage had followed, and that even if she gained strength late, she would have shone brighter than fire. She obviously ignored them and rolled her eyes, always hanging out in the medicine den. Her eyes widened as she waited, but as she saw Dewdrop step on the rock, she only saw confusion straight in front of her face. Dewdrop stated the unforgettable words towards Creekkit, "This kit has worked hard and only has showed me pure dedication towards what she has loved, therefore I will take her in as my apprentice. Creekkit, I am talking about you." Creeksky only remembers the pure happiness she felt getting her name given to her, and going forward from that ceremony, the daily hustle was mixing poultices and assisting Dewdrop with whatever she needed. One day was different from the rest, though. She was collecting comfrey as Dewdrop asked for some when she heard the ear-piercing shriek of a kit. She only remembered dropping the comfrey she had found and racing towards the kitten. She tried to protect it but had learned little to no battle training. She lunged at the badger, barely attacking it before it tore her ear. She heard a rip before falling to the ground, still defending the kit, ear bleeding. A warrior came up and managed to help defeat the badger, but she was still scarred emotionally. She would've died without help at the apprentice stage. She felt more spaced from her parents, not ever wanting to visit them at the warriors den. She could only chat to Cinderbrook, her sister, who she also felt a bit distant from.

Creeksky was just given her medicine cat name 5 moons ago, and she was placing all the herbs she had gathered in a little collection when her mentor stepped in and stated her retirement. Creeksky went cold. How could she be a medicine cat without Dewdrop? Dewdrop sighed and wished Creeksky the best before padding to the elders den like retiring was a casual thing. From then on, Creeksky persevered to try her best before she became what she is now.

[Copperbeanz]

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