Post by Torn on Jan 22, 2009 10:16:13 GMT -8
Name: Wolfpaw
Age: 9 moons.
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Apprentice.
Clan: Dawnclan
Apprentice/Mentor: Frostfur. (Silver has secretly attacked this post to say that it's fine if Frostfur mentors Wolfpaw cause she's too lazy to post below)
Appearance: She has a long, slender form, covered in a long, sleek silver tabby pelt. Her muscles are lean, giving her a slim but fit form. Wolf's tail has a fluffy black end, and is striped all the way along it. Her stomach is lighter than the rest of her grey fur,
lightening until a thin stripe in line with her spine, which is white.
Her face is foxy and clever, quite a pretty little thing. Her olive green eyes show off the sassiness and intelligence that lies beneath her beautiful face.
Voice: She has a light, floaty voice, full of humour when shes happy. But when shes angry, upset or just telling someone off, her voice is higher and sharp, something that many cats don't like to hear, because it can really be quite a nasty sound.
Battle: Wolfpaw fights hard and quickly, darting in and out of her opponents and striking at them in lighting quick slashes that usually help her win. Shes an honorable fighter though, and would never fight to kill/
Personality: Wolfpaw is sassy, clever and friendly. You can nearly always find her laughing or joking, boucing around with tonnes of energy. But, if you annoy her or insult her friends, she has a horrible fiery temper.
If theres a threat from another Clan or enemy, she'll want to fight to defend her Clan, although if the situation is very unfair, she'll try not to fight. Wolfpaw is very loyal though, and wouldn't attack unless her leader wanted her to.
Although this fiery bundle of energy may not like the rules, or always stick to them, she'll stick with her Clan mates and Clan, defending it to the end and always do what she thinks will help her kin and Clan most. However reluctant she appears to be, she has the Clans best interests at heart.
History: She was the only kit in her litter, born on a cold LeafBare night. Her mother was weakened by greencough and quite old, so she was fairly frail. The mother hadn't expected her kit, as she had moved into the elder's den less than a moon ago, and it came as a great shock. Her father had recently died when he mistaked deathberries for juniper berries.
Creamfur could barely look after her kit as she became more and more ill. Wolfkit was looked after by Yellowfur, another queen in the nursery and she became good friends with one of her kits, Vinekit. But she never really liked Vinekit's brother, Treekit, especially after he ran off and got the deputy killed because of it.
Now shes been apprenticed and is eager to train hard with Vinepaw, and help her best friend get over her brother's disappearance. Her mother died only shortly after she was apprenticed.
Family:
Mother: Creamfur. (StarClan)
Father: Thinstripe.
SW: Wolfkit lay slumped in the nursery, her beautiful green eyes staring at nothing. Boredom drilled through her mind, throbbing in her head.
Creamfur's feeble breathing came from beside her, telling Wolfkit that her mother was sleeping. Like usual. Can't she ever do anything? The grey she-cat stood up and looked round, seeing Stripefur's kits, Treekit and Vinekit, playing tag outside. Grinning, she raced out of the nursery towards them, waving her tail to Stripefur as she watched the kits.
"Hi!" She mewed as she reached them, looking between the two. Vinekit looked up and smiled, while Treekit sighed and sat down, looking at his paws. "Do you wanna' play?" Vinekit asked, not noticing her brothers sulky attitude. Wolfkit nodded vigorously, then asked "Whos it?" Vinekit signalled to herself with her tail, then dived at Treekit, who'd only just noticed they were playing again. They all chased each other round in the schorching sun, laughing.
Eventually, Stripefur called to Wolfkit, beckoning her over with her tail. The blur of cats slowed, then Wolfkit trotted over to her and motioned inside the nursery with her nose. Making a face, she did what she was told and was surprised to see her mother sitting up and looking at her with intense blue eyes. "Wolfkit," she rasped, her voice husky from little use "I... I can't look after you anymore."
"Why not?" Came Wolfkit's reply. "Well, you know I'm very old. Old as dirt. And I'm sick. I've been told I need to rest, which means I can't look after you anymore. So, I've asked Stripefur, and she says its ok for her to look after you. I hope thats okay..."
Wolfkit's face broke into a smile, but she wiped it off when she looked up at her mothers sad face. "It'll be fine mother. You rest." She smiled sweetly at her, feeling secretly happy that she was going to be looked after by Stripefur, which meant more time to play with Vinekit! And Treekit, even if he was grumpy. Looking round, she saw her mother's cream fur in the clearing, heading towards the elders den.
Calling to Vinekit and Treekit, she ran over and began gabbling out her news. The two other kits looked at each other, then Vinekit grinned loads and began bouncing around excitedly. Even Treekit gave a little smile.
This is gonna be great!
Other: None
**Reserved**
Name: Sunfall
Age: 32 moons
Gender: Tom cat
Rank: Medicine cat
Clan: Stoneclan
Appearance: He has fairly long fur, like that of a british shorthair. His face is gentle, a smile almost always on his face. He has deep green eyes, that whenever he's feeling a strong emotion seem to flash and shine. His tail is quite long and looks thick because of his fur.
Voice: His voice is quite gentle, but not really quiet. It can be loud and quite commanding when it needs to be.
Battle: He isn't such a great fighter, being a medicine cat but he uses some clever techniques that usually help him through a fight.
Personality: The tom is a gentle cat who barely ever loses his temper. He'll support any cat if they're innocent, whatever the Clan thinks of him. In his veiw, all cats deserve a chance and hes prepared to give it to them. His gentleness makes him a good medicine cat, he always wants to help if he can. If he can't... well he'll just help anyway. Hes fiercely determined, and if needed he'll dig deep down and give wisdom right from his heart.
History: He was found alone in Stoneclan territory when he was just a kit, with no scent of any cats on him. He was desparately small from lack of food and on the brink of death. The previous medicine cat of Stoneclan, Earthtail, found him and took him back and although he was raised by a gentle queen, they maintained a strong bond. It was quite clear his destiny was set for the path of a medicine cat, and he was apprenticed to Earthtail.
Earthtail taught him well, and he soon grew into a great healer. His connection with StarClan was always strong, but it faltered when Earthtail was killed when a lightning strike pushed rocks onto her and she died. He was heartbroken and felt very alone without her since the some of the Clan didn't entirely trust him because of the strange visions that never seemed to have anything to do with life and where he came from.
Although he was accepted as a full medicine cat, StarClan didn't speak to him for a while and he drifted away and was more and more private. Then Earthtail came to him in a dream and explained why they had been so distant. So he pulled himself together and took on the full role of medicine cat and everything beens pretty good since.
Family: Real family is unknown, but his adopted mother was Blazingheart and his littermates were Twigpaw, who died from greencough and Auburntail whos now a warrior.
SW: Sunfall's green eyes blinked open to be met with the moss covered wall of the den. He stretched his grey legs in front of him and flicked his tail, yawning to shake away the sleep. He looked round his den and saw all of the herbs were fully stocked apart from some juniper berries. You never know when you could need some he thought and padded out of his den. With a flick of greeting to the warrior who was guarding the entrance and padded out into the forest.
He soon plucked some off a bush and looked round. He spotted a mouse and dispatched it swiftly, then picked up the small creature and the berrries then carried them back to camp. He could see a warrior trying to calm down a fretting elder, so he padded over to give his advice. The old she-cat showed him her pads which were cracked. Sunfall sighed and went into his den. The duties of a medicine cat never ended.
Other: Not much...
