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Name: Tinyfang
Gender: Female
Age: 25 moons
Clan: QuakeClan
Rank: Medicine Cat

Description: Tinyfang is a petite she-cat, extremely under sized compared to her Clan mates. Her tiny frame is hidden by a load of bushy, tortoiseshell-smoke fur, so she looks like a little puff ball. Her head is round and broad, with a dainty black nose. Small, angular ears rest upon her puffy head, accented with spots of silver tufts. Her eyes are a magnificent copper, shining like two mini-suns. She has a short, bushy tail and little legs. Her paw pads are dainty and pink, scratched easily.

The most prominent feature of Tinyfang is her lustrous coat. It dense and silky, covering her miniscule frame. The bottom coat of fur is a milky white, but it’s hidden beneath layers of smoky fur. Her pale undercoat gives her fur a beautiful shimmer, but her pelt fades during green-leaf. Streaks of white and russet accent her luxurious fur, giving it a look of depth.

Personality: Tinyfang is caring to every one of her Clan mates. Though she doesn’t show it, Tinyfang is very overprotective of them, and constantly worries about their health. Beneath a layer of prickly attitude, Tinyfang’s heart is in the right place. She overworks to help her Clan, and multitasks to finish every job she volunteered to do. She’s very busy, sometimes causing her to do a job hastily.

Tinyfang is very sarcastic, though her tart attitude hides a layer of warmth. She’s sensitive about warrior talk, patrols, hunting, and battle, since she misses her warrior days. Though she’s completely committed to being a medicine cat, Tinyfang often dreams that she’s still a warrior.

Though she’s grumpy, she can be quite bubbly if you get to know her. Exuberant and bouncy, Tinyfang can be a bundle of fun when she’s not busy. Her work load is what makes her so tart, so on a good day, Tinyfang is a load of happiness.

She’s very fussy, and gets hysterical at the slightest thing out of line. Tinyfang needs everything to be in its proper place at the proper time, so her den is extremely neat.

History: Tinykit was born to Daycloud and Littlespring one pleasant leaf-fall. She was among a litter of three healthy kits, Elmkit, Russetkit, and her, Tinykit. Elmkit and Russetkit were large for their size, and dominated Tinykit in mock battles, due to her miniscule frame. The three kits lived happily until leaf-bare struck. Leaf-bare was long and hard, Daycloud was having a hard time nursing her litter. Every night was a harsh struggle to survive, and the weather was merciless. The cold finally left, taking Elmkit with it.
Through that vicious leaf-bare, Tinykit had seen a lot of suffering. Her mother had almost been lost to the starvation too, but had struggled through. After leaf-bare had passed, Tinykit learnt how hard each warrior must work to feed and defend it’s Clan in order to survive. From then on, she vowed to work as hard as she could to serve the Clan.

She trained as an apprentice, learning everything she could. She didn’t think twice about become a medicine cat yet, her ambition was set on being a hunter, not a healer.. Tinypaw wanted to be the best warrior that she could be – and she worked vigorously to reach her goal. Finally, she was made into a warrior.

Tinyfang worked hard as a warrior, no cat could doubt where her loyalties lay. But her life changed when the medicine cat was getting old, and he didn’t have an apprentice. He was desperate for a cat to train, since he knew that he’d be joining StarClan soon. When no cat was up to the job, Tinyfang decided to step in. She offered to train as a medicine cat, since the Clan was desperately in need. She missed her warrior duties with all her heart, but StarClan said that she was the right cat. As long as she was helping her Clan in the best way that she could, Tinyfang didn’t mind. Tinyfang did well as medicine cat apprentice, and turned into a full-fledged medicine cat once her mentor died. She told herself that once she’s found and trained an apprentice, she may go back to her warrior duties.

Since then, Tinyfang has fell in love with the duty of being medicine cat. Though she misses her warrior days, Tinyfang is committed to her role. She hasn’t yet found an apprentice, but even of she does, Tinyfang my just stick to her medicine cat path since she loves it so much.

Secret Word: seed

Other:

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It had been a long and dry day. There was no rain, no clouds, and definitely no signs of attack. As a Medicine Cat, you are sworn not to take sides, but you can't help but feel pleased about not having to cure any cats. Yet, your bubble is popped when a patrol comes tottering in with some bad wounds. They had been attacked on the border from another patrol. As a Medicine Cat, you react as quickly as possible with little questions. Yet, one of the apprentices could not be saved..

The sky was cloudless, a sea of never-ending cornflower blue. Tinyfang scuttled around under the blazing sun, sorting piles of herbs. The medicine cat swept a pile of poppy seeds into a leaf, which she stuffed into a cranny in her den. Poppy seeds, we have plenty of that, she thought, Ergh, we only have a couple petals of marigold, I’ll have to pick some more. But marigold season is almost over, I hope I’ll be able to scavenge some….. Though she was worried about the low stocks, Tinyfang hoped that she’d never have to use marigold in the next few moons. Marigold was for wounds, and Tinyfang was pleased that there had been no battle to get wounded in. Yet, she thought darkly, but her spirits weren’t dampened as she padded about her den, stuffing herbs away into the cracks of the boulder next to her. Everything was peaceful, and prey was running well. She hummed like a mocking bird as she wrapped some watermint into a neat bundle.

Tinyfang pricked her ears as she heard noon patrol coming back to camp. She was about to turn back to her duties when her nose twitched. Something wasn’t right…..Tinyfang sprinted out of her den, trying not to tumble on the jutting roots.

Her eyes widened with alarm at the sight of the patrol. They were covered in blood, red crust forming at the sides of their crimson gashes.

”Marigold!”, Tinyfang panted, but her heart sunk when she remembered the low quantities of this necessary herb. She rushed into the den, and scooped up all that was left of the blossom. Tinyfang snatched some more supplies, before dashing back towards the injured patrol.

One of the apprentices was lying on her side, chest heaving. Tinyfang was at her side immediately, herbs laid out in front of her. The medicine cat quickly began to tend her wound, dressing the crimson gash in a layer of silky cobwebs. Though she tried with all her efforts, Tinyfang knew that it was a lost cause. She was too weak, too young, and too badly injured……

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Tinyfang was at the young cat’s side all night. She’d tended the other cat’s wounds with as much care as she could possibly give at the moment. She relaxed when the apprentice’s breathing eased. She might make it…., the medicine cat thought, No, she will make it! Tinyfang curled up next to the apprentice, letting the heat from her body be absorbed by the younger cat. The medicine cat sat patiently, watching the silvery moon’s journey across the sky. It was so late, and she was so tired……the she-cat drifted into an uneasy sleep against her will, eyelids drooping.

Tinyfang woke, eyelids fluttering like a butterfly. It was dawn, wispy pink fibers of cloud crawled across the sky and birds were chirping. Something cold and stiff was pressed against her body, something furry and rigid…..Tinyfang slowly lifted her head, dreading the sight that was waiting for her.

The apprentice was still, body freezing with the chill of death. Her eyes were open yet unseeing, cloudy and staring into nothingness.

“No! No, please!” Tinyfang stuttered, but it was too late.

Sadness poisoned her heart, wrapping it in a toxic coating of mourning. She could have saved her, if she had tried harder……..but it was too late, and things couldn’t be changed. She was gone.

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