Name:
Honeynose
Age:
20 moons
Gender:
She-cat
Allegiance:
Dawnclan
Rank:
Medicine Cat
Appearance:
A small flame point she-cat with blue eyes
Personality:
Curios
Always the curious one, always the one to explore. Honeynose, ever since she was a kit, had a drive to understand and a drive to learn. However this did not so much correlate with learning how to fight or hunt, but with learning how to heal and save the cats around her. Due to this curiosity, she tends to observe other cats when not tending to birthing queens, the injured, or the sick. Her observations have lead to her having a good grasp on other cat's body language and a quiet nature that lends to her knowing a bit more about what is going on around her than she realizes. This does have a down-side though, as she hates to lie and can sometimes be blunt where she shouldn't be or tell the truth even when the truth hurts.
Quiet
While her tendency to listen more than she speaks can be helpful, it can also cause problems. Specifically when she doesn't want to speak but is in a situation where she must. This is made worse if she is being made to speak in front of many cats at once, having to give bad news about a cat she failed to heal, or asked to give her opinion when she'd much rather keep that to herself. There may prove to be a small problem in regards to having an apprentice due to her being non-communicative most of the time.
Kits
Honeynose loves kits. Absolutely adores them. Yet she isn't so sure about wanting kits of her own, or falling in love, or anything about that entire situation. This irks her more often than not due to her disdain for uncertainty.
History:
Ever since she was a kit, Honey was curious, adventurous, quiet, analytical, and above all, a mediator. With her siblings, Sand and Fire, she'd sneak out of their den in the moor to explore. She often found herself being the voice of reason between the two, calming them and getting them out of trouble just as quick as they got into it, and more than once took on her siblings punishments when they couldn't. More than once, these adventures led them across the moor to follow a cat that only she could see, though to this day she never found out if her litter mates thought that she'd been crazy.

It was when Honey was around eight moons old, while learning from her parents how to hunt, that she strayed further than she’d ever gone and found herself at a stream. The woodland beyond hadn’t interested her as much as the stream did, or more specifically, where it went if the water was flowing into the lake and not from it.

So, with a rabbit that was nearly as big as she was in her jaws, she followed the water up a hill and through a thicket to find a pool. Honey wasn’t too impressed at first, thinking it was just a regular pool of water, before she noticed two things.

The pool reflected the starry night sky and a full moon even though it was the sunhigh, and that cat she kept seeing was standing right next to her. Nearly jumping out of her fur, Honey dropped the rabbit as the now admittedly huge cat looked back at her with expressionless black holes where it’s eyes should be.

There was a number of scars too, all of them that same black void, tearing into the canvas of moving color and light that she couldn’t hope to recognise but knew was beautiful beyond anything she’d ever seen before.

“You can see me, kit?” The cat’s voice was raspy and held an echo of many other voices as if there were dozens or hundreds of others speaking in unison with it, “Then, if you’d be so kind as to give me that rabbit there, I will make sure your father survives his sickness, and that no other in your family will catch it from him.”

“You can do that?” Honey mumbled even as she stepped away so the starry cat could pick up her catch, “I...never mind me, Healing Spirit. I would be grateful, if you would.” She didn’t know how the spirit cat knew that her father had been really sick, or how the cat would make it so he’d live, but she was indeed grateful.

“You know, if you would be willing to do something for us, we could teach you how to heal other cats yourself.” The spirit rumbled.

“Us?” Many spirits faded into being around the pool in front of her then, all showing different colors, some having more scars than others, and all of them with those same hollowed eyes, “What would I have to do?”

“We will bring together two groups of cats. One of which you and your siblings will belong to.” One cat spoke from the crowd.

“And you will become their healer. Their spiritual leader. Their Medicine Cat.” Another finished.

Honey’s tail lashed about. It didn’t seem as if she was being given a choice, no matter how much she’d rather heal than harm.

“Alright. If you will teach me, then I will become a Medicine Cat.”

For eight moons she received dreams from these spirits who called themselves Starclan. For eight moons these ancient, dead, beautiful and terrifying cats showed themselves to her even while awake. They guided her through her mother’s kitting of a second litter, they showed her where to find and how to prepare the herbs she needed when Fire caught a bad cough, a whitecough, one leafbare.

And after eight moons? Dawnclan formed and she kept her end of the deal by becoming their Medicine Cat. Since then they have only had to watch as she received her name, Honeynose. Her new clan mates saw as her eyes changed from pure light blue like the daytime sky to a blue tinted moon that changed with the phases, after coming back from the Moonpool for the first time as a clan cat. Her siblings saw that she became even quieter, her mind often drifting as she would, at times, pay more attention to the dead cats than she did to the living.
Mate, Friends, Relatives:
Sandfang [Sister], Firetail [Brother]
Although her mother, father, and younger siblings are still alive, they did not join either clan when they formed, and instead moved to the Horseplace barn.