Posts by WHITEROSE

The sun was just beginning it's slow rise to it's throne in the sky as Whiterose came to rest just before the border of Riverclan. Her eyes wandered over the ridges of the landscape, noting the unfamiliarity of it all. It was a mystery she'd decided to make her debut here, though she told herself it was something she planned. Her paws hadn't brought her here on their own accord, but really the ties she was desperate to find that would bond her to anyone. Her dad wasn't in her life, and neither was her mother.. Siblings were living their own lives - without her.

Her first death had been a little.. unpolished. Whiterose was in Hawkclan - called Whitepaw at the time - where she was the shamaness apprentice. She helped around the clan, did her duties in the medical field, before she was struck with a cough so fierce she could feel her lungs rattling around her ribcage. That sickness had took her, but not after a long decline both physically and mentally. However, as she took her last feeble breath, another kitten took her first - and it was strong and full of the promise of life.

That began White's second life, this time in Stormclan to the daughter of the leader at the time and some other highposition she couldn't be bothered with remembering. It didn't matter to her now, nor did it matter to her then. The first few months of her life, she didn't remember her first round on this earth, but ironically enough she had the same name. Oh, but when the memories came back it was as if her eyes had been opened wide for the first time. She had knew - or rather old - knowledge that fueled her continued interest in medicine where she studied in Stormclan and in other places. But with this knew knowledge came an intense fear of a sickness medicine couldn't cure. And that was the end of her time with the living.

She'd sunken into herself, hiding out for fear of dying like she had before. The tiny white fem had, for the most part, managed to convince herself she didn't need to wear a mask all the time as she had been for over a year now. Though, she still kept it around her neck - the thin piece of fabric like a safety blanket for Whiterose. So that's how she appeared on the border of the clan she remembered her father saying he was born - a mask sitting around her neck and a fearful look in her baby blues. White was facing her worst fear in that moment, convincing herself that nothing bad would happen.

// just wanted to elaborate more on her backstory - but i've finally brought this germaphobe back

Name:

"My name is Whiterose."

Age:

"I actually just passed my second birthday. So - that makes me about two years old."

Do you have prior experience as a medic? If so, please provide details.

"Details? Well, to start, I was born in Shadowclan originally, but I moved to Hawkclan and soon after became their shaman trainee under Salixcloud. Oh, a shaman trainee was their equivalent of Riverclan's nurse. Unfortunately, I came down with a pretty nasty cough and - well, that's neither here nor there. Anyways, I ended up returning to Shadowclan where I studied medicine again and became their medicine cat apprentice. Those are just two of my official stints, however, as my curiosity when I was younger was limitless. It was also important for me to learn whatever I could, from wherever I could. So I studied medicine in Riverclan, Blizzardclan and Radicalclan. None official positions, but back then I moved to much to even consider settling down with a job. All in all, I think the variety of knowledge I gained is priceless in the long run.

(If answered yes to the above): How confident are you in your knowledge and ability as a medic?

"Personally, I am very confident in my abilities. Medicine has always been an interest to me and I dedicated my youth to learning every aspect of it. However, do not mistake my confidence with some kind of overinflated ego," a slight chuckle before she continues, "I am not stuck in my ways and I am constantly surprised by how much that's out there for me to learn."

Why do you wish to learn / study to become a medic?

"Medicine.. Healing.. It's all be a passion for me my entire life. I'm not afraid to fight, and I'm not incapable of it either. But I don't like to spend my days preparing for the next time I might need to fight - I feel more useful when I'm putting my mind to use. I love to learn, and I love to take care of my clanmates in a way that most don't even think they need. Being a medic, or rather a Doctor here, is more about your behind the scenes work. I guess that's my favorite part.

What would you say is the most important rule / guideline that a medic should follow?

"Huh. This isn't a question easily answered. Of course, I feel that the most important rule is that your patients health comes first, and that it is your duty to do all that you can to help them - whether it's a small cut from a friendly spar that went array, or a nasty respiratory infection. I think it's important, however, to keep in mind that there honestly is only so much that you can do for your patient. No matter how much you want to, you can't let that affect your job."

Hypothetical: You find an severely wounded stranger outside the territory, unconscious. You quickly realize that they are from an enemy clan. What would you do?:

"As a Doctor, it's not my job to decide whether someone is a friend or foe. If I found someone injured and unconscious my first actions would be to get them stable. Patch up any open wounds to prevent further infections - or, if I happen to have the appropriate herbs on me, utilize them. Once I am satisfied that they are not in any immediate danger to move, I'd take them back to Riverclan and finish my job there. Only then will I concern myself with their allegiance. At that point, my job is done and it's in the hands of the leader to decide any further action."

Hypothetical: A warrior comes to you after a sparring match, with a small, minor cut on one of their legs. What would be your number 1 priority?:

"Infection. It snakes it way in through even the smallest break of skin and can remain dormant for some time before anyone even suspects a thing."

Hypothetical: The threat of disease and sickness comes with every winter. List as many precautions that you can think of, to minimize the potential of an outbreak:

It's important not to worry everyone as that can lead to some false-positives with sickness. You don't want your clanmates to bumrush you and, since it's your job as a doctor to address each and every one of their concerns, that'll wipe you out. Again, being a doctor requires a lot of behind the scenes work. This starts with preparation; making sure you are stocked up with all the herbs and items you'll need. I've found that most of the good Doctors have opperate under 'suspect the unexpeced', which means preparing for the worse. Which means having an abundance of herbs that you pray you won't have to use - but also know they are there in the worse case scenario. It's also important to quarantine anyone who shows positive signs for any kind of disease or sickness - either contact spread or through the air. And it's important to prepare yourself as well since you will have the most contact with the patient.

When you are fighting an outbreak, you have to more quickly and efficiently in order to be successful in both curing the patients and keeping it isolated. In order to find the cure, it's also imperative to find the source - whether it be an outsider, patient zero, or another issue. This could mean inspecting water sources for signs of contamination, or irregular behaviors in prey. They might exhibit similar symptoms as your patient, so be on the look out for this and act accordingly. Keep in regular communication with the other high positions so that they can help you get a lock down on whatever is affecting your clan as well as make sure that it doesn't create mass hysteria - which only makes matters worse."

"Well, I haven't seen a dragon in ages." the tiny girl would muse out loud, momentarily forgetting her anxiety. Well, she could never really forget it, but she used his magnificent entrance as a way to distract herself - even though she felt her paw fly up to the mask around her neck. Taking a deep breath, forced of course, she would try to paint a smile on her face. She didn't want her new clanmate to think badly of her.

"Yes, I am." she stated simply, feeling impressed that her voice didn't shake nor come out sounding as strained as she felt. "My name is Whiterose, and you are?" better get a head start on names. White was normally good at remembering them, but she'd been disconnected with society for quite some time now.

"I'll take one," the fem said as she padded up, her creamy pelt perfectly in place. Blame it on her OCD, but she couldn't bear to leave her room without making herself presentable. Her ever present mask was fitted around her neck even though she'd been trying to convince herself she wasn't going to catch greencough again.

"As if I haven't walked enough," the fem chuckled, forcibly returning her paw to the ground. She really needed to get over her fears at this point if she was going to entertain a life in society once more. "But maybe I'll take the walk to camp on my own paws to see the territory." though she now wondered if the view from the air would be even better. She was about to open her maw, perhaps to voice her change of mind but decided midway to greet the others first. It would be impolite not to.

"Hello Valemon, that's an interesting name." she had been so used to clan names at this point that anything else was interesting to her if she was being honest. But Val's exuberance was infectious and she couldn't help the completely real smile that turned up the corners of her maw. Next it appeared the captain of this clan was here and she felt her anxiety rear it's head for a moment before she internally squashed it back down. "It's a pleasure to meet you Shininglight, it's really a pleasure to meet all of you honestly. This has to be the best welcome I've had in ages." she chuckled again, proud of herself for handling this normally terrifying experience for her with grace. "I'm looking forward to getting to know all of Riverclan better."

Whiterose, as promised, was trying to get to know the lay of Riverclan, which is how she'd stumbled upon the obviously injured female. Her blue eyes locked on the limb - it's odd angle a clear indication of a break. Upon first glance the former medic could see no exposed bone, which she believed was a good thing at this time.

"What happened?" she asked, her eyes widening with concern as the insults floated over the ravine. Feeling her lips turn down in a frown, she re-focused her attention to the girl with the satchel. White worked hard not to show her pity for the girl plain on her face, feeling that pity would do no good. Whatever watched from the other side of the ravine was not important any longer. Whatever pain she'd been in over there was done and over with. Riverclan would make a home for the girl, it's members more welcoming than Whiterose had ever experienced before. She was certain this was a better place for the serval. She did hope, however, that the girl was not opposed to having her leg looked at. White was certain she could improvise out here and further treat her back at camp - that is, if the feline was even allowed to. She remembered back in Hawkclan it was highly looked down on for anyone not labeled a specific clan medic to act as one.

If Whiterose was honest, she'd never had alcohol before, nor tried any other similar substance in her life. There wasn't really a clear reason why, either. She wasn't opposed to it, though she did know it to cause users to abandon their morals and perhaps this was why she'd never partaken.

The young feline was passing by when she heard the faint sloshing of the liquor, and smelling the strong smell of rum coming from the red grotto. So, instead of continuing on her way, she decided to investigate when she came across Obscuro. Noting the faraway look in the woman's eyes, she was hesitant to even be there. "I'm sorry, am I intruding?" perhaps she wanted to be alone, and Whiterose would not begrudge her this.

"What on earth?" White meowed in disbelief. She'd never known the Hawkclan leader to be so.. heartless and cold. But that didn't say much as Whiterose hadn't been back to Hawkclan since she'd died the first time. Her paws brought her to a rest beside Shining, her gaze clearing wondering what the hell had happened to cause this. And to cause whoever's head this was to be disconnected from it's body. It was brutal and cruel and it just didn't sit right with White. However, she couldn't even begin to imagine Shining being responsible for this.

// saw this in the staff thread aand then forgot to reply. oopsie daisy

Whiterose heard her name called, and felt her ears flatten. Perhaps she ought to heed this warning, and use it to convince herself not to create a dual alliance between Riverclan and Hawkclan - however tempting Littlestar had been about her returning home. Anyhow, she would simply nod, wondering how she would participate in their Halloween festivities. She'd never much liked this holiday, but she should give it another try, right?

"What on earth does that mean?" Whiterose would question incredulously as she padded up beside Delphi, having heard the femme's annoucement. She didn't bother reading the note, though she did find the treats intriguing. They smelled like a million different flavors of sweet and she was itching to try one. Sharing was caring, though, so she held herself back. "Oh, I forgot it was Halloween season." the nurse commented, finding it weird that she had managed to do such a thing with all the current buzz about it. "Is a boo the same thing as a prank?"

"I can assist," came the quiet voice of Whiterose as she padded up beside Lessa, her eyes roaming over the creature in a kind of cursory examination. Anyone being unconscious immediately worried the feline, as head injuries often led to problems that only reared their head much later. Often times too late for them to do anything about. Nonetheless, it appeared her clanmates had gotten to the scene rather quickly, which usually meant the best case scenario for the patient.

// just a little development i've been working on for white <3

Time had begun to flow past Whiterose, the liquidity of it astounding the girl, as if she could almost feel it pass through her pelt. It was hard to comprehend that she lived, then she died, and then she had lived again. All she had were a bunch of misty, water-colored memories to dwell on when she couldn't sleep in the night. It made her lonely, to swim in a pool of the past, never able to fully relinquish the watery grave. In any case, she couldn't travel backwards, so might as well move forward.

Perhaps that's why she found herself back in Riverclan. It was an inbetween for her, a compromise between the past and the future. It had a connection to her past, and she knew it was now a part of her future. In any sense, it was the present and she had to start living in it or else she'd go mad.

Beneath her paws, she felt the blades of grass reaching up. They had not yet been killed, though she could feel them begin to harden with the coming winter. There was a small brown bag lying just a few inches from her, the material out of which it was made was coarse and rather rough to the touch, but it suited her needs just fine. Whiterose was a nurse by trade, and therefor spent a good amount of her time picking different herbs that assisted her way of life. That did not mean she didn't stop to enjoy the other flowers nature had created. Beside her were a few flowers, simply for viewing pleasure rather than medicinal, the last bright ones of the season.

"Come, all you fair and tender girls" the soft melody slipped from between her lips as she brushed past the tall grass, "That flourish in your prime, prime.. Beware, beware, keep your garden fair-" she didn't know precisely where she had heard the song, only that it now flowed freely from her lungs."Let no man steal your thyme." the meaning behind it was tricky, though it definitely had a meaning beyond plain words. She smiled, though turned herself around to retrieve her bag.

The sun was beginning to set behind the line of trees and she angled her back towards camp.

The delicate feline padded up, her paws soft upon the ground. Her soft grey-blue eyes flitted from face to face as she listened to them speak in turn. Her clanmates.. They were diverse and colorful - each in their own way - and she felt a smile tug at the corners of her mouth.

"My name is Whiterose," she spoke a softly as she had arrived, though it was not an intentional thing. She did not plan to come across as a diminutive being, though that was often how she was perceived. White couldn't blame those who did, seeing as she wasn't one to contradict another, or deny them their own opinion. Things were just as they were. "I guess I aspire to be.. more." she finished rather bluntly, though her eyes held a glimmer of something else. Whiterose wanted to be more than what her image projected. More than just this, or just that. There was always something else in life, and she wanted to have the courage to follow her heart wherever.

She supposed there was nothing really interesting about herself, or anything she'd done in particular to stand out, so she avoided saying more. Instead, she was more than willing to hear her clanmates tell stories.

"I'll take one,"

Her voice was soft as she approached, her own thoughts echoing Mike's sentiments. Hopefully she wasn't too late. The white feline was so used to keeping to herself these days, that it was easy to forget she had others around her.

Whiterose hadn't participated much during Halloween, mostly because she didn't really understand the holiday in general. And she was becoming a bit of a pessimistic butthole. So the shock white feline was at a loss when she padded up, this edivident in her facial expression of discomfort. She wanted to participate, get out of the rut that she was in, so instead of backing away like her instincts told her to she put on the biggest smile she could muster.

"Anyone care to let me 'borrow' a pumpkin? I can't promise I'll return it in the same condition." holy shit she just made a joke.

"The Covenant?" the young feline rolled the name across her tongue. She vaguely remembered the name from ages ago. "Sounds good." Whiterose felt she needed to tack that on there in the event that she was still coming off as more standoffish. The alabaster feline used to be so fun and happy in general. It was strange how little events could almost irreparably change one. "Do you have a dual-alliance?" the nurse asked out of pure curiosity, never able to comprehend having enough time to be in more than one place at time, though recently she had been considering it.