A blue-gray tom with one white paw and deep gold eyes.

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Rainpool is generally considered a handsome cat. As a medicine cat, no scars mar his pelt or face. Although his looks often gain him appreciative glances from those who do not know he is a medicine cat, Rainpool is not well aware of this, nor does he want to be. He is of typical size, though he has a relatively short, almost bushy, tail. His build is slender, for he does not do much fighting. His legs are well muscled, but they are the only part of him that really are. Rainpool can run fairly quickly - a useful skill for any cat. In fact, he runs and walks with surprising grace. He never seems hesitant, but his body language exudes self control and confidence. In fact, Rainpool's body language is very expressive and displays his slightest moods for the world to see. A slight tenseness in his muscles might mean nervousness, sharp brisk movements, anger, or the like.

Rainpool has a long, though not particularly soft, blue-gray pelt. His right front paw is bright white, as though it has been dipped in dye. His fur blends smoothly into shadows, and his smooth, quiet manner allows him to fade effortlessly away. His eyes are a deep gold, bordering on amber, and his gaze is intense and piercing. His eyes are not angry, exactly, but they are sometimes disconcerting although they are always kind. They are well masked, and his body language is a far better indicator for his emotions. Rainpool's voice is smooth and soft, reminiscent of quietly falling rain or flowing liquid. Like his eyes, his voice is masked, for as a medicine cat he feels it is best that most cats do not know when he is worried or confident. His voice is soothing and comforting, however, and seems to have the soft feel of kindness to it.

Rainpool is kind, as all medicine cats must be. He is compassionate and always tries to be understanding. However, he can often be pessimistic, for fear of having his hopes shattered - he would rather despair and then be joyful than by hopeful and then be despaired. He can be extremely bossy when he is trying to treat a cat, and he is known to have yelled at others - even the clan leader - if he thinks they are between him and curing a cat. He is very passionate about his art, and it means everything to him. If it were ever to be taken away, Rainpool would be completely devastated, and probably go insane. He will heal any cat of any clan, as the medicine cat ceremony calls on him to do. He feels that clan rivalries are trivial and ridiculous and that cats - leaders especially - ought to look more at the big picture: the four clans living in the forest are inextricably linked together. To eliminate one or more of them would be disastrous, not only to the balance of the forest but to tradition and all that has been set for many, many years. Rainpool does not believe that StarClan would ever allow such a thing to happen - and Rainpool believes devoutly in StarClan and its power.

The one thing Rainpool cannot stand is betrayal and deception. He thinks that such concepts should not even exist - much less be carried out. Betrayal of the warrior code, or the commands of the medicine cat ceremony, to him, is the ultimate betrayal. In fact, Rainpool is very passionate and unyielding on this subject. As a medicine cat, Rainpool is not permitted to be involved with a relationship. He sometimes wonders what this is like, but largely he keeps himself from thinking such thoughts - to do so would be treasonous to the ways of a medicine cat and StarClan.

Rainkit was born to two warriors of LilyClan - Goldeneye, a very popular tom, and Softstep, a shy, quiet she-cat. Their romance was unexpected, and it surprised the clan even more when Softstep announced that she was pregnant with Goldeneye's kits. Because Goldeneye had several admirers, Softstep was treated with some animosity, and her insecurity caused her to feel she was not good enough for her kits when they were born. She did not care for them and wanted them to die. She refused to name them, repeatedly telling other cats to drown them. It took the death of Rainkit's unnamed sister to bring her to her senses, and after breaking down for a period, Softstep was able to pull herself together and name and nurse Rainkit and another sister, Ashkit. She raised them well from then on, teaching them their basic duties as clan cats very well.

Life was, unfortunately, not so pleasant for long. Greencough made Rainkit an orphan at five moons, and he barely survived the ordeal himself. His sister Ashkit was greatly weakend, though she too managed to survive. Rainkit became extremely protective of his sister; now that their parents were dead he viewed her as his responsibility. He started off training as a warrior apprentice, until he admitted to a friend that he was having dreams of his mother visiting him, her pelt filled with starshine. Suspecting that this meant he had a connection to StarClan, the leader amde him a medicine cat apprentice. From his first day of training, he loved the art. Ashpaw continued her warrior training, although she was quite frail and frequently grew ill. Rainpaw tended to her several times - he was extremely protective of his sister. He picked up the art of healing very quickly, soon excelling at it. Ashpaw became very sick towards the end of her training as an apprentice. Rainpaw and his mentor worked feverishly to save her, determined that she would receive her warrior name. For a while she was recovering, and Rainpaw became very hopeful. However, she was exposed to a cat with greencough, and this unfortunately killed her. Rainpaw was devastated; his only consolation was that his mentor fetched the clan leader when his sister was on the brink of death, and the leader gave her a warrior name - Ashpelt.

For his efforts to save Ashpelt, Rainpaw's mentor gave him a medicine cat name - Rainpool. Rainpool was more determined than ever to save every cat he could - no matter the clan - if it could save someone else the pain he had gone through. He also decided that never again would he be hopeful first about saving a cat - better be pessimistic and triumphant than hopeful and devastated.

a scene from when Ashpelt just died

The setting sun silouhetted a lone cat on the crest of a hill. His figure was hunched over, in pain, sadness, thought, or rememberance none would be able to tell. Perhaps it was all of them, combined. Deep gold eyes matched the fiery shades of the sky, painted by the glowing sun, blue gray fur mirrored the advancing dusk. The occasional fluffy pink-purple cloud scuttled across the sky, blown by the light breeze. The land had the orange cast of a day's end to it, everything seemed delicate, fragile, and beautiful, embodying the death of the sun.

Rainpool saw none of it. His eyes, so deep gold that they were almost amber, stared off into the distance, looking without sight. They tried to pierce the folds of reality, tried to pierce through the curtain that the sun placed over the stars, searching for one star in particular. Ashpelt. He had given everything for her, but StarClan had deemed it not enough and taken her away.

The sun, unperturbed by his anguish, continued to set. As the orange orb slipped quietly below the horizon, Rainpool's mouth opened in a yowl of anguish, desperately screaming for the life which had been taken too soon - how could StarClan be so cruel?

Night had fallen, and one by one the stars of Silverpelt winked to life after their day's sleep.

just changed name. Forgive me if it says "Rainheart" in there once or twice ><