-Robinfeather- MC -

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Robinfeather

Age: 34 moons
Gender: Female

Appearance

[]Build[] Robinfeather is small, petite, and wiry in frame. She has small paws and long legs. Without argument it's obvious she lacks muscle composition and therefore is not properly suit for fighting. On top of the previous, she lacks the intimidation factor in her overall composition. The majority of warriors have something about the way they carry themselves that says strength and confidence and don't mess with me or my clan. This is usually carried in the way they walk, muscles rippling and head held high, or the look in their eyes, stone hard and cold. Even if Robinfeather desired to hold herself like such, she'd more or less be taken as a joke. Imagine a cat, not even the size of a large apprentice, trying to stand up to someone in a fight. It'd be like child play, but that's what it would be like for her.
Many of this similar issue excel in hunting, however Robinfeather was never quite able to wrap her head around the concept of stalking to kill. Of course, she is perfectly capable of providing if the dire need arose, however she couldn't make it as a warrior, having to hunt the majority of her sunrises. 
If anything, Robinfeather is built for the art of running and stalking. Her body allows for quiet, almost undetectable movement.

[]Eye Color[] A striking yellow

[]Fur Color[] The basis of Robinfeather's coat is almost like a slate grey. On top along her underside it's coated over with brown, leading up a bit along her chest. Leading down her front legs are the occasional strikes of a dull brown, and more prominent and defined strikes of black. The black leads up to her shoulder blades and extends down her back until her tail, in which black is its prominent color.

Personality:

Robinfeather has always been more of the type to keep to herself, and is the only one who really knows her whole life story, secrets, and lies told. She has a standing point that her business should be hers and only so, so she does not often confide in others. As a result of such, she's much more suit for listening to others' problems and consents rather than speaking of her own. This comes in handy with patients and helping them to calm down in panic situations, as she simply tells them to speak of a fond memory, tell her about themselves. This takes their mind, at least the slightest bit, off the reality of the whole situation. The above is not because of the fact that she lacks social abilities, but rather her belief that not creating emotional ties and being more solely reserved is the way to go, and the key to not getting distracted in life. Especially when upholding the position of Medicine Cat, being the bridge between sending a cat to Starclan or staying upon the Earth, she finds it important to have nothing to prevent the diligence of her work, which she takes the responsibility and duty of very seriously. There's no room for slacking on her part. It wouldn't be of rare occurrence for Robinfeather to leave camp early one sunrise, and not return until she has exactly what she went out looking for. This of course has its exceptions, like when supplies are out in the territory, and she knows it for a fact. Adding on to her work ethnic and outlook, she is very confident in herself and her abilities. Even when put under pressure, she doesn't allow herself to doubt or second guess what she's doing. Robinfeather knows she was trained properly and efficiently, and feels that if she doubts herself then she's showing doubt in her former mentor, whom she holds into great consent. 

On a less positive note, Robinfeather doesn't exactly have the best bedside manners, being a medicine cat and all. To say the least she is cold and snappy, just a bit temperamental. She means nothing rude from it, it's just she's more of a serious type and her humor or more dry and sarcastic (coming off rude) and her temper runs low, especially in cases where she's treating a patient. If that's the case then it's best not to speak to her, unless you want teeth at your throat. 
On any other basis, it's kind of hard to say what mood you'll find her in. It varies and doesn't seem to have a set cycle or pattern so it runs by unpredictable luck. This has both it's ups and its downs, good being if she comes across an enemy in a verbal situation she could come across in the least suspected ways. On the down side however, it means her clan mates are sometimes quite unsure what to expect from her. 
The last main fact of Robinfeather is that she holds terrible grudges, whether it be from something that happened in her kit-hood or recently. She doesn't follow the concept of "forgive and forget".

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-Good listener
-Confident
-Hard Working

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-Cold
-Snappy
-Holds grudges

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-Self reserved
-Unpredictable
-Secretive

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-Fast runner
-Good Stalking Skills
-Terrible fighter

History:

[]Kithood[] Robinkit was born into  the clan by a former rogue; she was expectant with kits, and couldn't provide properly for her self, so for the sake of her unborn kin she sought refuge in Whisperclan. At first there wasn't very wide acceptance, however with passing time it came along. Then a few moons later, three kits were born: Larkkit, Eaglekit, and Robinkit. Each of them were named after birds, in which their mother felt was a sign of freedom. She believed that each of her kits would spread their wings and fly, following their own path as they grew. And that they did.
At the time of birth Robinkit was the largest, but she was also the quietest. She never spoke unless spoken to, but it seemed whenever she did talk there was nothing but happiness and laughs coming out of her mouth. She was carefree and open. She was confident in herself, and never let words bring her down. She believed she was at the top, but treated everyone kindly nonetheless. So what changed?
Well, as time passed her siblings outgrew her, younger kits in the nursery outgrew her, it seemed that she shrunk if anything. Of course though, it was just that she was moving up along at a slower pace then her companions. 
Whenever she'd want to play with them, they'd turn her away. She was too small they'd say, too weak. They'd pretend to ignore her because they claimed that they couldn't see her. They argued that she'd never be a good warrior, that she'd never achieve anything. At first she'd take this abuse, but as it continued into her later moons, she grew cold and distant. She realized she didn't need the others. She realized they were her competition and growing close to them would only cause bonds to develop, and where bonds came into place, there was room for distraction. 
Around 4 moons old, this is where her personality really started to develop. She kept to herself, tried to teach herself basic techniques she saw the others doing, but it would never work. She couldn't preform to the capabilities the other kits could. Whenever they would laugh or sneer she'd just snap, and be at their throats with insults. 

Eventually she grew away from trying to "hunt" and trying to "fight" and instead resorted to listening and observing. Robinkit spent time with the elders, listening to their talk and stories from a distance, only occasionally chiming in. And it was in one of those times that she chimed in that something was said that changed her view on herself as a whole. "Maybe, little one, you're not meant for wars and claws, but rather something else." 
And so the evening before her apprentice ceremony she went to her leader with a proposition. 

[]Apprenticeship[] At the age of 6 moons, Robinkit had a different path in mind then her fellow litter mates. Unlike them, she had realized her path wasn't meant to be that of a warrior. She didn't have that nature and composition as she once (and still) wished she did, and so she spoke to the clan's leader asking to train in the way of medicine. This request of hers, after much talking, was accepted by both the active medicine cat and her leader. 
And on that evening as the sun was setting, Robinkit was named Robinpaw, new Medicine Cat Apprentice of Whisperclan.
Her first few moons had to be her hardest. She constantly struggled to remember the names of herbs and what they did. She just couldn't commit a picture and purpose to memory. Robinpaw's mentor was kind though, taking their time to assure her eventual success.
It took much time and frustration, nearly giving up many times, but eventually it was done.
Soon enough (4 moons being soon enough) she was helping her mentor in the proper treating of injuries and coughs, rather then sitting back and just watching, observing, trying to memorize. Robinpaw couldn't say though, she was entirely happy, and felt she was where she was supposed to belong. Medicine Cat's and their apprentices supposedly have a very strong connection to their ancestors, almost like a bridge to the heavens. Here's the thing though, her mother was a rogue, she felt she had no inferior connection. The first times she went to share tongues with Starclan, there was no connection made whatsoever. She didn't understand, but when her mentor asked if she had dreamed, she lied saying yes and left it at that.
Robinpaw started working harder and harder, kept trying to tell herself that there was a Starclan up in the skies, but for some reason, a part of her wasn't entirely convinced. There was always that little voice that said there wasn't. 
While her brothers became warriors at 13 moons, she still retained the -paw at the end of her name, as she would for a while. The larger of the two toms however, left, dropping both parts of his name, taking on a new one all together. What it was, he never specified. He left with a "I don't believe in the futile attempts to withhold a clan system" in the midst of his warrior ceremony. 
There was much confusion within her family ties, however Robinpaw remained unaffected, as she had severed them as an older kit, so for her life went on as usual. 

[]Late Apprenticeship/Early MC[] A few moons more passed before Robinpaw was deemed worthy and ready for her full name- Robinfeather. Her mentor named her for the path in which she chose to follow, flying in her own direction, and her precise ways in which were developed through her training. 
She worked alongside her mentor, being treated as an equal. They went to skyfield together on multiple more occasions and it wasn't until this time that Robinfeather finally fell witness to what a medicine cat was for. It was on one of the last journeys that she would be taking with her mentor, and when her eyes closed in one world, they opened in another, surrounded by many cats, large and small, petite and muscular. All but a one voice greeted her, "So Robinfeather, you finally believe. Welcome." 
Not long after this encounter, her mentor resigned the position of Medicine Cat, claiming that Robinfeather was ready to uphold the position and its responsibility, and so be it. This is where she stands now. Full medicine cat of Whisperclan. 

Future: Guess we'll find out~
Other: Mid asked that I make her to fill in for Whisperclan Medicine Cat