Peachpurr

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**Peachpurr** is a soft, fluffy, snow-white former barn cat with flame accented point markings and pale blue eyes.
**Peachpurr** was born to Sugar and Sprite under the name Peach Tea, along with her littermate, Pomegranate. For the first year and a half of her life, she lived on her family’s barn, however struggled with depression. After having visited the Clan of Sunlit Prairies during its Springtide Festival, Peach Tea dreamed of becoming a Clan cat. She asked to stay and train as a Medicine Cat, and luckily Valleystar seemed to see something in her. Throughout her apprenticeship, Peachpaw fought to prove her worth and earn a place within the Clan, especially under her cruel mentor. She served as the Clan’s Physical Medicine Cat under Valleystar’s and then Dawnstar’s reign. She went on the patrol to retrieve Sharpsun’s body when it was found and witnessed the resulting tunnel collapse, working to help rescue and bring Shallowshrine back to camp for treatment. Later on, she worked to treat the victims of the badger attack on camp, though wasn’t able to save everyone in her care.

## General Information

### Scent:

Sheep wool, hay, and a pungent mixture of herbs

## Relations

Crush: N/A

Friendships: Twinkle, Shardpaw, Lavendersnow, Creamwraith

Enemies: Twilightplume, Sharpsun

Mentor: Twilightplume

Apprentices: None

## Skills/Faults

*Skills*

Peachpurr has an extraordinary memory, not only able to retain the names, scents, uses, and locations of an innumerable number of herbs, but also able to remember and call back trivial pieces of information she may have just heard in passing. While her memory suffered during the worst of her depression, she’s worked hard to improve and refocus her mentality. The molly is also very sure of herself, confident in her abilities and opinions on many matters. She will stand up for others and what she believes is right, even if there’s no one listening to her. She doesn’t care much for Clan politics and is willing to break tradition if she sees the need for it. She always puts the needs of her Clanmates above her own and would do most anything to keep them safe.

*Faults*

Despite her habit of getting regular exercise, Peachpurr has little strength and no fighting skills whatsoever. This doesn’t bother or stop her though. The molly has absolutely no fear around large animals like cows, sheep, or goats. She’s even comfortable around twolegs, though hates the idea of being a kittypet and being around them all the time. Even around dogs or other more predatory animals, she doesn’t show much concern. This worries many of her Clanmates however, who dread that her lack of fear may get her caught or killed. Her hunting skills are questionable at best, since she’s only ever hunted lazy mice in an enclosed barn. She’s not a very fast runner either. Peachpurr absolutely hates getting her fur wet and will avoid water unless it’s absolutely necessary. She can’t swim and doesn’t want to learn to. Even though she’s improved on her mental stability, the medicine cat is still vulnerable to falling into depressive episodes, especially after a Clanmate passing away.

## Personality

Peachpurr is as gentle, loving, and supportive as they come, she sees the entire Clan as her (giant) litter of kits and shows compassion for each cat. However, she’s also firm when she needs to be. No scrape or bruise goes unnoticed by her, and she’s never bothered by a late night visit. In fact, she’s grateful when she has someone to look after and care for, to give her a sense of duty and purpose, even though she’d always much rather prefer for everyone to be in perfectly healthy shape. While she has an unending patience to listen to anyone, she doesn’t like giving out advice unless it’s strictly to do with physical health. Peachpurr, unlike many of her Clanmates highly respects the role of the Mental Medicine Cat, and sees them as her fellow healers of the Clan, but she could never be one herself. She can handle physical ailments just fine, appreciates, even, that she has something tangible to work with. The sight of blood, the scent of infection, the heat of fever, all of these are real things she can sense and work from. The molly couldn’t imagine trying to heal something in the mind, something she can’t see, just talk about. When she works, she does so with precision and skill, her expertly trained paws quick to help. She doesn’t mind the sight of blood at all, can handle yowls of pain from her patients as long as she knows that there’s something she can do to help them get better. However, when in the situation where she knows she cannot relieve the pain of another, she feels that pain herself and blames herself heavily. She will do most anything if she believes it will bring a patient some peace. The Gardener role of the Clan is a difficult subject for the medicine cat. While she’s relieved at every life she’s able to save, she can’t help but mourn when a cat is torn away from their dreams of serving the Clan and sentenced to being a Gardener. She knows how depressing it can be to feel useless. However she tries to convince herself that a cat doesn’t need to be hunting, fighting, or patrolling to be an important and needed member of the Clan. She’s learned over time, that there’s joy in just being alive, experiencing the little things of life with happiness every day. Peachpurr has made a habit of always getting out of her nest at the crack of dawn, sitting outside her den or just outside of camp to watch the sun rise and hear the birdsong. She imagines talking to her littermate a lot, telling her she may still struggle a bit, but she’s gotten better. A lot better. The thought of her family’s barn doesn’t bring any negative emotions like it used to now, though she would never want to go back and live there. Peachpurr is very content. Though she’s not quite sure she understands them completely, Peachpurr believes fully that there is a StarClan and finds comfort in the idea that her lost patients find peace in the afterlife. In a crisis, the Siamese is cool and level-headed, authoritative enough to bark out orders to get help and bring a Clanmate to safety. On the rare occasions she gets angry, she becomes a disappointed mother, usually using sarcasm or her disappointment to make the other party back down or feel guilty. There isn’t much that can make her angry though, and most often she will excuse offenses with little to no grudge. She isn’t one to hide her opinion, no matter of what or of whom. She won’t hesitate to scold even the Clan leader. Even though Peachpurr couldn’t defend herself in the slightest, she shows no fear when threatened. She can even be quite bold and reckless at times herself, getting herself into trouble that she’d scold if another cat did, which her clanmates might have to rescue her from. She isn’t too concerned about her own physical health, confident that she’d be able to heal herself if something were to go wrong, and instead prioritizes the health of her patients at all times. While Peachpurr is extremely compassionate towards every cat, even outsiders, she doesn’t show any to cats who have proven themselves untrustworthy or as dangers to the Clan. She is able to draw a fine line between cats she cares for and cats she doesn’t, occasionally going so far as to jeer immaturely at enemies being beaten by a Clanmate, much like a soccer mom cheering on her kids in a match. The she-cat hasn’t given much thought to romance or having a mate, but is open to it, if it were to cross her path. Though she’s not bent on having a litter of kits of her own, seeing the Clan as her kits, the thought does warm her heart a bit. Her favorite part of the job is helping Queens deliver kits. While Peachpurr isn’t one for comedy, she will make wry comments or little jokes here and there in hopes of lifting the spirits of her patients. She’s known to zone out or “meditate” often and will focus her attention on seemingly small and unimportant things.

## Detailed History

*Dawnstar's Reign*

She is first seen in the Camp Entrance greeting Tourists as they enter camp for the annual Spring Tide festival. She thinks positively on the experience, and shows intense optimism about the tradition. She then spots Lavendersnow, the clan's Nurse, glaring coldly at the flooding camp. She grows uneasy because of her, attempting to busy herself with greetings. She thinks on her former mentor and the shared grief between her and Lavendersnow due to their distaste of the former tom. She basks in the sun, enjoying the circumstances and notably the nice weather, when she is interrupted due to a greeting from Dawnstar, welcoming the Tourists to camp and beginning to speak about their traditions. Peachpurr thinks positively of the clan after noticing the excitement flooding the camp, and she is noted to be very pleased to be part of the clan. She then meets Twinkle.

*See Also: Peachpurr's Replies*

## Detailed Appearance

Peachpurr has a soft, white pelt, which melts into a light sandy color on her face, ears, legs, and tail. She has large, round, light ice-blue eyes and a peach pink nose. Her build is actually quite kittypet like and plump, making her unseeming as a Clan cat. It’s clear that the molly doesn’t have any muscle on her at all, and her sandy paws are small and dainty. Her fur also adds to her kittypet like appearance, which is unusually soft to the touch. Her scent retains hints to her origins, as she still smells of the sheep wool and hay in which she slept for the first year and a half of her life. Her posture and movements only add to her calm and gentle appearance. She’s about average height and size, though her rounded build and pelt makes her look smaller than she is. She often times wears a worried expression, either that or a completely calm and content one, no in between. Despite her best efforts to groom herself, Peachpurr can usually always be found with some little herb sprigs or dried leaves sticking to her pelt, along with their scent.

## Kin

Mother: Sugar

Father: Sprite

Sister: Pomegranate

Half-brother: Radish

## Backstory

Peachpurr was born to two barn cats as Peach Tea alongside with her sister in a barn outside Clan territory, though not too far from Farseer’s Mantle. Peach Tea grew up accustomed to being surrounded by farm animals and even occasionally the local twolegs. Once she sprained a paw while on one of her daring missions to annoy the farm dog, Bessie. The twolegs noticed this and she docilely complied as they took her to the vet and healed her paw. Curiosity sprang up from this episode, how the twolegs were able to make her leg feel better so quickly fascinated her, though her fascination with medicine would not come to any fruition just yet. She would continue to explore the farm as she grew, learning a lazy farm-cat style of hunting barn mice from her older half-brother. As she got older still, she became disillusioned with her easy farm life and began to lose sight of the excitement life offered. She would give up playing with her sister, hunting, and eventually even just getting out of her nest. Her family, especially siblings, became increasingly worried, not knowing how to “cheer her up”. One day, a group of cats saying they were heading for The Clan of Sunlit Prairies, passed through the farm and stayed the night at the barn. They told the barn cats of a festival that was to be starting soon, for tourists to visit the Clan. Peach Tea listened, a spark of interest lighting up, however she didn’t join in the conversation. Pomegranate noticed her littermate’s perked up ears, and after the group had left, suggested they go to the festival as well. Radish and Pomegranate basically pulled Peach Tea out of her nest and groomed her, insisting they go for a trip. The siblings arrived at the Festival shortly after it began, and were welcomed as Tourists. There, Peach Tea fell in love with Clan life. The wild independence, the strange but endearing traditions, the love and familial relationship shared by every Clanmate, even when they weren’t kin. Most of all though, she was awestruck by a certain cat, the Clan’s Physical medicine cat, who seemed so wise, so necessary, her purpose in life devoted to the health of their Clanmates. During her time there, Peach Tea was able to crawl out of her depressed slumber, and would follow the medicine cat around incessantly, and even though she wasn’t very welcome in the den, eventually learned to help out with a few minor tasks for the older cat. When the Festival was at an end, Peach Tea returned to her dull in comparison home in the barn with a heavy heart. Over the next year, the molly’s thoughts would constantly fly back to the Clan and dwell on the dream-like time she’d spent in their camp and hunting grounds. She did her best not to fall back into her old habits, with the help of her siblings, and instead began collecting the few herbs she’d learned of and using them on her family, when she saw fit, much to their bemusement. Though she struggled, one thought kept tugging her out of her nest most mornings. One day she would be needed, useful. She’d find a way to learn, to help, perhaps even- possibly join the Clan? Finally, the time of year for the Festival of the Springtide came around again and Peach Tea was one of the earliest and most eager arrivals. She was greeted by old friends and new acquaintances alike and again realized how at home she felt. Once more, the Siamese tailed the medicine cat around. She’d brought her small, dried, collection of mint and oak leaves with her and shown them off to the medicine cat. By the end of the Festival, Peach Tea knew she couldn’t go back to the farm for another year, so she humbly asked to stay, become a Clan cat, and train as a medicine cat apprentice. To her surprise, the Clan’s Physical medicine cat actually considered that she had what it took and spoke up on her behalf. Unlike many of the Tourist’s before, Peach Tea was accepted into the Clan and at one and a half years old was renamed Peachpaw. Her siblings were surprised, but accepted her wish to stay and parted ways promising to visit again at the next Festival. Things weren’t all peachy however, and Peachpaw was disheartened when she learned she’d be trained in part by Twilightplume, a cat she had quite frankly done her best to avoid up to that point. Peachpaw listened to everything her mentor(s) taught, was always willing to do the dirty apprentice tasks, and did all she could to prove herself as a loyal, worthy Clanmate. Despite her efforts, many cats didn’t see her as a very valuable asset to the Clan and wouldn’t hide their harsh opinions of the former barn cat, with one of her highest criticizers being the Clan’s Nurse. Here Peachpaw continued to struggle with occasional bouts of depression, especially after the passing of a Clanmate, however her mentor(s) would not allow her to stay cooped up in her nest like her family had and pushed her to work, insisting she often visit the Mental Medicine Cat as well, and (the Physical and Mental medicine cats) inspired her to do better with each passing day. As she continued, it slowly became easier, along with the help of anti-depressant herbs such as saffron, St. John’s wart, and rhodiola, as well as some mild exercising. Peachpaw strove to earn her Clanmate’s trust and respect, and surprised even her fellow medicine cats at how quickly she could memorize herbs and how well she could treat a patient. Eventually, she earned her full medicine cat name: Peachpurr. However, the highest ranking healer of the Clan, Twilightplume, continued to disrepect and viscously insult her, refusing to address her by her earned name and instead referred to her as Peachpaw or sometimes even Peach Tea until his death. How a cat like that could be in any healing position baffled her and due to his constant bullying, Peachpurr suspected, but didn’t ask any questions when his most recent apprentice, Lavendersnow, found him dead in his den. She was actually quite glad, and refused to attend his vigil, openly expressing her hope that the tom was now in the Dark Forest. The medicine cat has incredible empathy for any cat forced to train under the bully, especially Lavendersnow, (though she doesn’t know the full extent of how abusive he actually was to her) and while she fears the snowshoe’s time with him left a little too large of an imprint on the poor soul when she witnesses the Nurse snapping at a patient, shows kindness and respect to the molly nonetheless. Since then, she’s worked to keep her Clan healthy and strong, caring for each and every one of her Clanmates. By now, she’s a respected medicine cat, and over the last few years has even found a few rare times to visit her family at their barn, who still refer to her as Peach Tea despite her informing them she has a new name.

## Trivia

* She has a “barn-cat” accent
* Aesthetic: long rows of orchard trees ~ tending to a garden ~ the slow disappearance of soft strokes as sleep washes over ~ painted bandaids and bandages ~ a ripe harvest ~ those pink tea with flowers in them aesthetic pics

## Links

Theme Song/Voice Claim

* Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6DSjFLddmStGSsVMeGNMxj?si=aoKdXikjQsqHq60qvizBlg

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