Username:
diesel

Discord:
diesel#4175

Length of Time on Site:
Since August 7th

General Activity Level:
I am able to get on the site at least once a day, and I lurk in discord most of the day.

Character Name: Crackling Fire
Age in Moons: sixty-two moons
Rank Applying For: Kingdom Shaman

Why Does Your Character Fit the Role?:

empathetic.
as someone who was chosen to care for the cats of the kingdom, it only makes sense that they would have empathy towards their companions. whether it be an injury that scares a young cat, or an emotional struggle, crackling fire is there to ensure that you are able to work through it. he speaks gently, and has perfected the look of interest to make sure that they know he is listening. he has many moons under his pelt, and with it, the ability to relate to many situations without coming off as condescending - usually.

conscientious.
the tom is very particular when it comes to the things he says, and just how he says it. he knows that saying the wrong thing can make an otherwise simple conversation ten times worse. the tom isn’t one to downplay an injury however, but he approaches the subject carefully. he pays attention to the way he carries himself, hoping to instill in his fellow mates confident in his abilities. the tom is also very aware of his own weaknesses, and has no shame in apologizing for something he may have done wrong. he takes great pride in his work as shaman, and does everything as thoroughly as possible to avoid potential complications in the future.

confident.
through his many moons, the tom has developed an easy confidence about him. his paws move with ease when helping his kingdom cats, and the look of concentration is unwavering. he has long since moved past the time of questioning himself, and the right way to treat someone, and just trust himself to make the right call. when offering advice to the crown ruler, he treads a little lighter, but never apologizes for overstepping if he believes that he is in the right. he makes an effort to think through what he says when it comes to giving advice so that when he does offer it, he can say with certainty.

independent.
ever since he was young and chosen to be trained as shaman, the tom has thrived on his own. he had no issues going his own way, and discovering himself through exploration. he very rarely asked for help, opting to observe as much as possible so that he didn’t have to rely on anyone else. because of this, the tom can come off as aloof, but he is far from it. he merely enjoys his alone time, but isn’t against spending time with his companions and getting to know them.

judgmental.
while the tom cares for his clanmates when it comes to their injuries and illnesses, that doesn’t stop him from judging you on how you acquired them. while he may not outright say what he is thinking to your face, he isn’t above making back-handed comments - after you’re feeling better. the tom also has no time for gossip or drama, and in this regard, he has no issues voicing his opinion if he thinks you’re acting like an idiot. the tom also has an issue with same sex couples, but even though he strongly disapproves, he would never dream of denying treatment, but he just may not be as nice to you as he is to others.

aggressive.
now, while he is shaman and dedicated to helping those of the kingdom, he can be more than a little aggressive when it comes to getting his way. he also isn’t afraid of fighting, and has been known to go a bit over the top in the past. he is a passionate conversationalist, and has no qualms about getting in your face if he strongly disagrees on something; he has never struck out at a fellow kingdom dweller, but he has come close to it. his hatred for those that aren’t from the kingdom is when you really see this side of him shine. he’s not afraid to put you in your place even if you mean no harm.

grumpy.
the tom doesn’t mean to be a sour puss, but he’s pretty much seen enough in his life to know that there isn’t always a light at the end of the tunnel. so many things can go wrong during the course of the day, and with that weighing on his mind, he finds it very hard to not be grumpy most of the time. the tom practically walks around with a storm cloud over his head, grumbling about the younger cats, and how careless they are. he’s your typical grumpy old man, that secretly loves all the little tykes.

anal retentive.
the tom is very particular about the way he does things, and the way he wants things done. all of the herbs he uses is organized meticulously, and he always plans out his day from the moment he wakes up. he knows where he is going to go to find herbs, which cats he would like to accompany him, and how many of a specific herb he is going to collect. when things go awry is one of the biggest contributing factors to his grumpy nature, as it throws off his entire day and he feels like things are out of his control

Roleplay Sample:

Ominous clouds rolled over the mountain, shrouding the terrain in darkness. Birds of prey screeched in frustration as their prey burrowed deep before taking off towards their nests away from the storm that was brewing, and winds carried fine dirt particles and small rocks cascading down the mountain face. Besides the howl of the wind, the territory was eerily silent, the last echo of an eagles call fading to nothingness. Trees struggled against the force of the currant, and a lone orange pelted tom maneuvered his way across the crag, seemingly unfazed by wind ruffling his pelt. He was used to the unpredictable weather of the Kingdom, and there were just some things that couldn’t be avoided. He had laid out his plan for the day, hours before and a little storm wasn’t going to stop him from gathering the herbs that he was low on.

Shouldering his way between two boulders, the tom took in a deep breath to try and locate the borage that he was certain was growing there. There had been so sign of coughs, nor rises in body temperatures as of yet, but with the weather changes, Crackling Fire was certain that colds would be soon to arise. The tom was nothing, if not practical. An unprepared shaman was about as useful as a newborn, and a cough or fever running rampant through the Kingdom could mean insurmountable disaster. Deaths from something preventable wasn’t something he wanted on his conscience. Flicking his tail at the dark thought, Crackling Fire nipped off a couple of leaves. Once he took these back to camp, he would take another inventory of the herbs he was running low on, but for now, it was time to head back to camp.

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Dipping his head to one of the Kingdom cats, the large orange tabby slipped into his den, shaking out the chill in his pelt. Stepping lightly over the vacant nests, the tom made his way to the back of the den to stack the leaves in their rightful palace. It always brought him great joy to see the way his stores were organized, each herb in their specific place, easily distinguishable. It gave him a visual of what herbs needed replenishing, and which ones were simply rotting away. It always annoyed him that certain herbs decayed faster than others, and no matter how meticulous he was about storing them, there was no combatting their demise.

“Waste of perfectly good herbs.” Grumbling under his breath, the large tom stomped towards the entrance to the den, ears flicking back in surprise at the young knight standing just within the den. Cocking his eyebrow, the older toms keen eyes did a quick scan of the others’ frame to see if there were any glaring injuries. Several long moments stretched between them, the knight looking sheepish, Crackling Fire waiting for him to speak.

“Well, what is it?” Crackling Fire grunted, gesturing to one of the nests. Stubborn knights. The thought rolled through his mind, a familiar one that popped up almost everyday. The black knight limped towards the nest, and sat down, extending his paw. Eyes moving from the toms face to his paw, the tabby moved closer, and sniffed it. “You wrenched your claw. Alright, no need to worry. I've done that more than once in my life. A little aloe vera and a cobweb wrap should do the trick. Give it a few licks for me while I go collect what I need.” Smiling warmly, the shaman slunk to the back to grab the herbs.

“I feel like a mousebrain. I got my claw stuck in a felled log, and instead of trying to ease it out, I just yanked.” The knight spoke quietly, shame evident in his voice. Crackling Fire chuckled lightly and began to squeeze out the aloe vera with one of his paws.

“You aren’t truly a cat of the Kingdom until you’ve pulled at least one of your claws out. I once lost all the claws in my front paw trying to dig up chervil. No need to feel ashamed.” Deftly, the shaman brought his paw slick with the juice to the paw, and lathered on a generous layer. The tom sighed a breath of relief, obviously satisfied with the effects already. Wiping his paw on the nest to get the excess off, he picked up the piece of cobweb and with a few fluid movements, wrapped the paw. He studied his work for a moment, and then nodded with contentment.

“There, you’re all set. Just be mindful of it for the rest of the day, by tomorrow you should be as good as new. Next time though, use your brain and don’t go yanking your claws out of tough places.” Flicking his tail in dismissal, the shaman turned away from the knight to discard the remnants of the aloe vera. Knights, they never learn, do they?

Other Info: I have roleplayed several medicine cat positions in the past. I also hold a leader position and a medicine cat position on another site I am currently on.