:IMW: Maplethorn App.

Name: Maplethorn.

Age: 3.5 years.

Sex: Male.

Rank: Mender.

 
Stats:
Strength: 70%
Stamina: 20%
Speed: 50%
Agility: 60%
...Total: 200/225

Sanity: 60%

Condition: Healthy.

Stability: Sane.

Group: Dire Chance.

Phantom: Amur Leopard.

Gifts:

- Quick Escape -

- Pulsing Haunches -

- Lunging Strike -

Personality:

Capable: Maplethorn may not always be the most pleasant cat to talk to, but he’s good at what he does. He takes his job seriously and puts all his energy into it to ensure the health of his comrades.

Reliable/Trustworthy: His knowledge and abilities are consistent, giving no doubt that he knows what he’s doing.

Sensitive: Despite his sometimes cold demeanor and piss-poor attitude, Maplethorn truly cares about the cats in his care. He’s attentive to any signs of ailment and pays close attention to his patients, and is surprisingly sensitive to their needs.

Sarcastic: His past has made him a bit of a cynic and he can’t help but sneak in the occasional sarcastic remark.

Impatient/Grumpy: Though he can stay by a patient’s side for as long as necessary, Maplethorn has little patience for idiots and other cats who don’t listen. However, often his default mood is grouchy and at times he can be easily offended.

Genuine/Blunt: Not afraid to speak his opinion, Maplethorn is brutally honest and tells it how it is. This tends to upset others, but he believes it would be better to be told the harsh truth than be lied to. On the other hand, because he feels lying is beneath him, others may be drawn to him for straight, honest advice because he tells it how it is.

History:

This was not the first time he had left home.

Maplethorn found himself once again having to break from his clan, though this time he wasn’t alone in his quest for a new home. A handful of cats had abandoned their second forest, a general unrest prodding them to leave their friends and clanmates behind.

It was a long journey, but finally the splinter group found a new forest to call their home and abandoned their titles as clan cats, as the moniker just left a bitter taste in their mouths. Gaining other allies along the way, what started off as a humble little band became an organized group with Clawfire as their impromptu leader and Maplethorn being their mender. It was only a name change away from his previous title of medicine cat, but he preferred it for a reason he couldn't place. He had suffered quite a bit from leaving his clan, but it was time to begin anew, and anything that separated him from his past was of some relief.

For a short while, things seemed to be getting better. He knew the apprentice he left behind would become an excellent medicine cat for his old clan and from that point on, Maplethorn began to rationalize that he shouldn't worry about them anymore. Slowly, his mood lightened and he began to feel at home again with his new group and allies. This new forest was lush and full of prey and seemed, in that moment, to be everything they ever wanted.

But on one particular evening, as Dire Chance (the name the group had given themselves) searched once more for a better campsite, something in the air seemed...strange. There was something off, but Maplethorn couldn't place it. He contemplated sharing his feelings with the others, but with no proof to back it up with, the tom stayed silent. But perhaps he wasn't the only one. Upon reaching a clearing, they found other cats gathered around, watched as twolegs dragged something and set it alight. No one understood what was happening, or why they even stayed to watch, but within moments, the uneasiness and uncertainty was almost palpable around him. As the smoke rose around them, Maplethorn felt an intense wave of anxiety hit him. Whatever this was, it was not right.

And that's when it happened. When the smoke took shape. Everyone stood frozen at what they saw before them. Suddenly, it was like everyone and everything around him was gone, irrelevant in the face of what was happening. The smoke billowed around him before transforming into a figure. It was a giant feline, one he had never seen before, and it spoke to him. Logic clashed with panic in the tom's mind as he took in what it had to say, knowing that this was not possible, but strangely believing every word. As the smoke creatures drifted away, the cats gathered in the clearing at first did not know what to do. Everyone was shocked and confused, but eventually they all went their own way, Dire Chance and the other cats that lived in the forest retreated back into their leafy sanctuary and the city cats returned to their paved streets. No one said anything for a time and were left to gather their scattered and panicked thoughts.

A time went by and soon the cats of Dire Chance seemed to have collectively forgotten (or, at least, put away the thoughts of) what they would later name the "phantoms". Life returned to relative normality. 

(WIP)

Flaws:

Has spikes of anxiety and feelings of being overwhelmed when he feels unstable (not having enough supplies, not having a definite place of shelter, etc).

He is surprisingly bad at hunting. Like, he really shouldn’t even try. Real bad.

Strengths:

He’s intelligent and a quick thinker with a lot of experience. Excellent advice-giver.

Despite being a healer (and therefore, more oriented to saving lives than harming them), Maplethorn’s muscular body makes him quite strong and he is more than capable of defending himself.

Likes:

Keeping his mind busy.

Staying organized.

Collecting herbs and other medical supplies.

Dislikes:

Winter.

Arrogance.

Hunting.

Fears:

Losing his comrades to the infection and being unable to help.

Running out of healing supplies.

Additional Information:

He gets particularly antsy around the end of autumn.

As a Manx, he does not have a tail.

His body is fairly bulky and strong.

RP Sample:

Her eyes narrowed slightly at his prickled hackles, but she said nothing til he addressed her directly. “I feel it is inevitable,” Sinaseh said plainly. “Things will only get worse. Time is passive and cares not about how it changes things. How the state of certain lives will deteriorate over its course.” The she-cat closed her eyes and said nothing for a time. “When one gets pushed into a corner, they lash out.” She opened her blue eyes again and held Ruk’s gaze evenly. “Unfortunately, you and your cats are playing the role of the last resort. For your sake, I hope you are as prepared as you think you are.”

She had not intended to sound so dark, but life in the city was never sugar-coated. Not anymore, anyway. She had experienced that firsthand. “To be frank with you, Ruk, I may have removed myself from this…” Sinaseh paused to find a suitable word, "dispute, but I would not wish the death or destruction of either of your gangs. I feel like surviving in this harsh world is difficult enough without further bloodshed."