Dreamheart

[.:.Muse.:.]

.:.You may title me.:.
Dreamheart

.:.I have lived this life for.:.
33 moons

.:.I reside in the depths of.:.
RiverClan

.:.I was born a.:.
She-cat

.:.My position suits me well as.:.
Medicine Cat

.:.Color in the lines if you will.:.
The she-cat is rather pretty, a lithe shape of many muscles despite medicine cat training. She is slim, and her frame size is rather small, leaving her to be a feline that is usually shorter than the others. Dreamheart has a short pelt of mainly black, with some highlights of ivory. The white is splashed across her elegantly high cheekbones, and forming a mask looking marking across her black nose and up her slender nose bridge. The white dies off between her eyes, leaving a ragged appearing tip. Highly alert ears gives her an intelligent look, along with long white whiskers. Her chin is a dark ebony, flaming up along the sides of her face and onto her black ears. Her throat is also ivory, ducking onto her underbelly, which is a darker tint of the light hue, almost a smoke color across her stomach. The remaining sections on her head are the pitch black, sloping down her long neck and onto her spine, which is straight, but long and flowing. Her thick haunches have white dancing around the paw tips, along with her forepaws, which are also coated in the hue. Her whiplike tail ends in a tip of white, surrounded by a thin ring of black, before another, thicker stripe of white appears, then douses once more into the endless black. Dreamheart's pelt is almost a war between the two colors, and both are rather bright and attention grabbing. Despite her pretty pelt layout, Dreamheart's most attractive feature are her wide, intelligent looking eyes. They are a deep, classical emerald hue, like light rain sprinkled on fresh grass. A lighter tint is near the top of the gaze, almost the color of a leaf with sunlight streaming onto it. The bottom section however is the color of damp moss, a deep, enchanting green.

.:.I am quite the actress.:.
Dreamheart was not named that because of her fantasy hued eyes, but more the less because of her daydreaming personality. Although she can become a serious cat at times, like during an illness, most felines can always depend on Dreamheart to be bright, bubbly, and looking on the bright side. She does spend a lot of her time daydreaming, but about what, nobody knows, and even those who have bothered to ask haven't recieved an answer. She is rather secretive and mysterious, preferring to be by herself rather than in a large group of cats, although she is very at home within her friends at RiverClan. Dreamheart's favorite hobby is collecting herbs, and she can usually be found scouting the nearby premises for any plant that can be helpful. She is a loyal cat, and would do anything her leader or deputy asks of her, but Dreamheart does have a rebellious streak deep within her. The medicine cat doesn't have much friends, but it doesn't seem to bother her. Because Dreamheart was trained as a warrior before becoming a medicine cat, she is skilled in the practice of fighting, and will not hesitate to unearthe her abilities. She is nothing spectacular, but would have been a good warrior. Dreamheart was not made a medicine cat because she begged for the position however; she has those certain characteristics. Like always watchful, but still having a lick of humour, always being on command, but not having a personality of a rock. Dreamheart is quite the colorful cat, and still does not cease to amaze some of her fellow RiverClanners.

.:.The family and friends of past and present.:.
Whitewater- mentor - deceased
Lostflame - mother - deceased
Silver - father- deceased
Lilywater - sister - unknown
Blackheart - first mentor - deceased

.:.The story I have lived to tell.:.
There once was a beautiful RiverClan warrior named Lostflame, a she-cat of pure white hue. She was a good warrior, true to the code, always following her stubborn heart. And one day, she followed it over the line. You see, Lostflame was an active warrior, and was allowed to go on minor patrols alone, as she was a skilled fighter. When sent out for hunting, she found a strange scent near the borders, and began to track it. She pounced on an unsuspecting tom, one of a shiny silver hue. She later learned his name, Silver. The two tusseled for a while, until they both discovered they were evenly matched, and finally pulled back, panting, at the same time. Lostflame eyed Silver with distrust, and him back. But now when she stared at him more clearly, instead of just the tom's sloping back, Lostflame felt an unfamiliar tug in the strings of her heart. She tired pushing the feelings away and turned and returned to camp, leaving Silver to exit from the territory himself. Lostflame mulled around camp for around a moon, thinking over this mysterious emotion. Finally, she came upon the decision of it being love. That's right. In love with a random loner.
Later that same discovering day, Lostflame left camp to go find Silver and announce her feelings. He just happened to be strolling by the RiverClan border, which later on, Lostflame learned he lived right next to. She declared loudly of love, and for a second he looked taken aback, which Lostflame had already thought would happen. He returned her statement in a soft, hushed tone, and now it was Lostflame's turn to be suprised.
After meeting in secret for two moons, Lostflame fond out she was expecting and finally realized how far she had gone over that invisible red line. She had crossed it boldly, but now she was stuck on the outside. Lostflame was frantic, trying to decide what to do. She returned to the border to tell Silver, and he was gleeful, not realizing the consquences in her Clan if they found out who the true father was. Lostflame made the hardest decision of her life; she turned her back on Silver, pushing him from her mind. It hurt her, and she walked back to camp and into the Queen's den with a heavy, shattered heart.
Apprentices loved to come to Lostflame for stories when she was in the queen's position, and one fateful day, a young tom apprentice sprung up and boldly announced he and his patrol had caught a loner on their lands, but was forced to kill him because of his response to being a prisoner. Whitewater, the current RiverClan medicine cat, knew who the true father of Lostflame's litter was, as the two were close friends, since apprenticehood. He came and told Lostflame that the loner that had been killed was Silver. Lostflame mourned for her past mate, even though she had been the one to turn her back on him. She became even more withdrawn, depressed. Until the night her kits came into the world.
It was a cold night, and Lostflame was curled warmly in a little ball to the side of the den. She yowled out in pain when she began kitting, and Whitewater rushed to her side to assist. A while later, two kits were born, both healthy she-cats. The youngest daughter, a little black and white one, was tiny, but filled with health. She was named Dreamkit, for her emerald eyes that opened later. Her older sister, a paler shade of a white and grey mixture, was named Lilykit. Lilykit and Dreamkit became the best of friends, doing everything together, assisting in everything. They were close.
On their sixth birthday, both became apprentices. After they sat vigil, Lilypaw and Dreampaw were taken on a border overlook with their mentors. At that point of time, Dreampaw's mentor was an older black tom named Blackheart, who had quite the temper, but also the quick stride of humour, like his young apprentice. Dreampaw discovered the borders, but found she wasn't as interested as her bubbly sister, but tried to look excited despite the fact she wasn't.
After sevan moons of training, the leader decided it was time to name the two apprentices warriors. Lilypaw became Lilywater, and Dreampaw became Dreamheart. But still, Dreamheart was not satisfied. She realized her true emotions on the night her sister left. It was chilly night, and Dreamheart awoke when she realized her sister's normal warmth beside her was gone. She exited the den, finding Lilywater sitting at the edge of camp, staring into the sky. Bright tear drops were formed on either sides of her large eyes as she turned torwards her siser. "Mother died." She whispered sorrowly, and Dreamheart froze in her tracks. Lilywater, without hesitation, told her sister she was leaving, and not to stop her. She did so, and Dreamheart simply sat there, too stunned to react in any way whatsoever.
After that night, she pleaded with the leader to become the medicine cat's apprentice, even though she was already trained in the ways of the warrior. He finally buckled under her pleading, and Whitewater, now a much older tom, took her own as his own. She trained hard, learning the herbs and thier uses quickly, and began to assist in treating minor wounds, before she could treat anything treatable that was thrown at her. Because of her creative mindset, sometimes she discovered new ways to mix the herbs and come out with an oddly colored hue, or a new way to help other illnesses. Whitewater died a ripe old age, but entrusted RiverClan's health to Dreamheart. She gladly took on the position, but never forgot her mentor.
Now thirty three moons old, Dreamheart is looking carefully over RiverClan as their skilled medicine cat with the dreamy green eyes.

.:.More secrets in my life.:.
-Lilywater is still alive, although Dreamheart doesn't know it.
-Dreamheart doesn't know who her father is.

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^{Accepted! Nice work.}

[.:.Muse.:.]

Thanks! I can't wait to roleplay with her, I absolutely love her personality. ^^