Smokeleaf

[smokeleaf]

Name: Smokeleaf

Gender: Tom
Age: Died at 43 moons

Rank: Medicine Cat

Clan: ShadowClan

Mate/crush: StarClan

Role player: Kae

Personality: If there was ever a unique Medicine Cat throughout all of the Clans, Smokeleaf was one to always stand out. He was a nurturing male, a motherly one that brought together the single outputs of being a Medicine Cat. His heart was soft and broad when it came to his own clan mates. He never liked seeing any of them in pain, whether it be emotional or physical. His mind brought in and played with different herbs and polices as he brought together a feud of knowledge. His heart was always light and a smile always upon his face no matter how much that the world would give to him through the acts of death to life. He had a sharp tongue, just like everyone else and was truly steadfast when it came to his clan. He would never let another clan mate into the area and brought a pride to his chest to pronounce he was pure blooded male of ShadowClan. If there was one thing that the male could not stand was those that whined in pain when it was their own fault. It was mostly the ones who were injured physically because he hated playing with the mind. His tongue was sharp to tell them to stop else, he would stop his work as well. This was never in time of crisis though.

Smokeleaf was always about his own code of conduct and the rules in which he practiced and preached throughout his entire life. He breathes himself to believe that he is nothing more than a cat with a job and a duty. He breathes the code of the Warriors and finds himself never wanting to waver from it. Those that warrant breaking the code, threatens to unravel everything that StarClan has worked for. Many believed him to be of unsound mind but many embraced his thoughts and preached them as well. He was an influential cat in all of ShadowClan and everyone seemed to respect him through and through. He believed what he believed and he refused to go against his own code of conduct. As a kit, he believed and wished to rule but he was more than willing to just sit back and take his time climbing to the top. He found himself involved and loving the ideas of holding life and death into his paws as a Medicine Cat and his mentor believed much of the same bravado that the tom did. They grew attached to each other and then, he found himself in a seat of power and he enjoyed every moment of it. A preacher of sorts is what the tom turned into but it was something that he saw was needed to be done.

Upon the code that Smokeleaf lived by, he favored every single rule of it. He promised himself to never lie because that would simply bring himself down to the level of his father. Lies produced nothing but heart ache and pain in which no cat should ever feel. Lies only brought more trouble than what it was worth and he found them never to be helpful in any sense of the word. He would never hurt an innocent who has brought no harm to the world around you, no matter what happened and no matter what they did. They were innocent, and thus, he would not use their weakness against them to further himself in any sort of way. But he had no qualms of killing another to further himself in the world as long as they have done something against him or something to harm his way of thinking. He was always loyal to the leaders of ShadowClan, no matter how much they seemed to piss him off. They were the ones who StarClan had chosen and he himself was not one to tell them otherwise. StarClan would always have the uttermost amount of power over him and he himself would never question their authority. He is never one to back stab another to further himself though, he would rather watch the world crumble at his paws than reveal himself as something that he was not his own.

Smokeleaf was also a proud being of honesty and trust. As he would never betray another cat, he would also never aid criminals or protect the weak without justification. The criminals of the other clans and his own warranted death many a time to him, even though the Warrior Code forbids it. They were lower than low and often extremely worthless to him. The weak were always a soft spot for the male though, he prided himself on the winds of change but the weak … they were something special. His heart was never there without reasoning and thus, he found himself protecting them as part of his law. They were young, they didn’t know better. To that, he would always find himself tempted with things. He found many things honorable when doing things, some would include the following – Letting his opponent attack first, gloating over a victory, reporting the illegal activities to the authorities, taking bribes, taking prisinors, taunting an enemy into a fight and the like. He found it dishonorable to be accused of a crime, being taken as a prisoner, being defeated by an inferior opponent, falsely claiming bragging rights when they belonged to someone else, fleeing a fight with a superior opponent, killing a host who has provided him shelter and food and the like. He found the most dishonor in surrendering or walking away from a challenge.


Appearance: If there was ever a cat that was brought up with the most refined amount of genes infused with moons of hard work, you could find such a cat in Smokeleaf. He was born to his parents with what appeared to be nothing more than a normal pelt. He was brushed with the flowing and delicate ropes of gray wrapped in darker shades as they struck down from the heavens above. His underbelly was brushed with white that reached down the insides of his legs, painted his paws, and down to the tip of his tail. Brought through apprenticing under the leader and then adopting himself under the mentoring of the Medicine Cat, Smokeleaf was anything but justified in his beliefs of the world when it came to prowess. His body was hardened for war and death under the clan’s ever watching leader. His muscles were thick and hard from days of simply training from sunrise to sunset. Even as he is Medicine Cat, those training sessions never seem to stop. He either is training his brain or his body and that is something that is far from realization. His shouders are broad and wide, thick with experience and thinned with scars. His pelt is ragged almost and yet soft to the touch as is slips delicately like silk beneath another’s touch.

Unlike the rest of the world, Smokeleaf is unique to himself. He finds himself seeing others in a different light. You see, Smokeleaf doesn’t have a tail that most would have. He lost his in a brawl with a badger when he was younger to produce a hate unlike any other for the black and white creatures. He also finds himself hating those of similar coloration, although he deals with them if they are in his own clan. He also finds himself in love with his own eyes. They are a startling soft green color that is flecked with soft hues of brown that vary in shades of all colors. His eyes are like a pathway into his soul, a calm and yet envious past that seems to burden him in everyday activities. His movements are always fluid like the running waters of streams, giving some the ideals that perhaps he was RiverClan heritage which he animatedly defends. He says that his grace was something earned something he breathed life into in a slow and steady pace to which he never seems to break. He often was quoted saying, “RiverClan has nothing on the grace and stability of ShadowClan.” A smile always breaking upon his face from the days of old.

History: Optional.

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