Post by Torn on Apr 9, 2008 5:23:27 GMT -8
Name: Wrenkit.
Age: 6 moons.
Gender: She-cat.
Rank: Kit
Clan: Mistclan.
Apprentice/Mentor: N/A
Appearance: Wrenkit is fairly small, although very pretty. She has a fully white chest and stomach, with a golden colored coat over the tom with dark gray stripes and white patches dotted around on her coat.
Her face isn't entirely flat, but it is a little bit. Her nose is pink and she has long white whiskers. Her eyes are an amber-green colour and she has small black lines under them.
Voice: Wrenkit's voice is smooth and happy, like a bird singing. But when someone angers her or makes her upset, it turns cold and high. She often speaks with a voice that sounds like her, but isn't hers. It has more wisdom than usual, more understanding...
Battle: Wrenkit doesn't really fight, but if she has to then she'll dart around quickly and attack her opponents when they're nto expecting it. But she won't run, she'll fight to the end if she thinks its right.
Personality: Wrenkit is a very calm cat, preferring to talk to the medicine cat and elders rather than play rough games with her denmates. She loves to watch the medicine cat work, and has helped to treat her den-mates when they got a cold, or a scratch, or anything else.
She can look like quite a threatening figure if she gets angry and shes very brave, but won't fight about anything unless its really really nescesary.
History: Wrenkit's mother, Spottedstreak, was a respected senior warrior, a good warrior and friend aswell as very wise. She and her mate didn't say they were mates, but sadly her father was killed by a badger before she was born. But it was was hard, she was out alone in the forest, getting water in leaf-bare for some sick cats, when she felt her kits coming.
It didn't go smoothly, Spottedstreak had three kits, but one was born dead. The medicine cat was out looking for her, but he didn't come in time to save Spottedstreak. She died, after naming the two kits Wrenkit and Yarrowkit, and left the two she-kits in her beloved Clan's care.
They were taken back to camp and given to a queen to look after, but Wrenkit's sister, Yarrowkit, died of blackcough after a few days.
Wrenkit grew up with a foster mother whose own kit's had just become apprentice's so she still had lots of milk, and she was injured so she couldn't go back to being a warrior.
Wrenkit's always wanted to be a medicine cat, ever since she was two moons old and wandered into the medicine cat den by mistake, then found out about all the different herbs. Occasionly, she gets weird visions and dreams.
Family: Mother: Spottedstreak. StarClan.
Father: Tornheart. StarClan.
Sister: Brownkit. StarClan.
Brother: Un-named. StarClan.
SW: Spottedstreak stumbled through the forest with a huge wad of moss in her jaws. Her swollen sides heaved as she scrambled over huge logs and shouldered past brambles and thorn bushes. She felt her breath quicken, and she was forced to stop and rest. Flopping down beside the stream, she felt a sharp tug in her stomach. The kits! They'd come. She looked round for any of the healing herbs, but she only saw grass and flowers which wouldn't help at all.
Suddenly, the tugging got worse and then there was a rush of blood and a kit came out. A little she-cat... Wrenkit. Her new kit was the only thing she could think of; her head was pounding and the pain was immense.
A while later, after hard breathing and more pain than she could ever have imagined, another kit slipped out. A black and brown tom... but he wasn't breathing. Dead. She licked him sadly, then pushed him to one side slowly. Barely having any energy, she pulled the she-kit closer and suckled her, hoping she and her kits would be okay.
The other kit was born, a brown she-kit, but Spottedstreak didn't have the essence to lick her clean. There was a rustling in the bushes, then Ashleg, the medicine cat, stepped out. He gasped, then rushed into the bushes and emerged with a few herbs. He started to feed her some herbs which she knew she recognised, but it was all going fuzzy. Then she felt her strength draining from her, and all went black.
Other: Sorry if I call this cat Mia sometimes. Shes like one of my cats in real life. And sorry about the post, its not entirely about Wrenkit but it is kind of.
