Post by bramble on Jun 14, 2009 19:32:59 GMT -5
Name: Foxpaw
Age: 9 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice
Appearence: She is a ruddy Somali cat, with a large bushy tail and sleek fur that sticks to her side, making her look twice as small. She has big paws and round orange eyes. She looks like a cat's version of a fox(hence her name). She has light fur on her belly and her neck. She has a black patch of fur on her forehead, and a black stripe down her tail. She is very small, about the size of an old apprentice. She is a very beautiful cat. She can be mistaken of her strength from her size. She is one of the stronger warriors of her Clan, but likes to use her strength for only right. She looks as if she has never battled before, and that is correct. She hates getting into fights, and will talk herself out of one any time. One long battle scar runs down her belly where a hawk had grabbed her as a kit, though she managed to escape with nothing more than the scar of where it's beak had torn at her.
Personality: She is generally very kind and understanding, and will break the rules to follow her heart. She loves to care for others and help them, that is why she wants to be a medicine cat. Though she is generally sweet, she can get irritated and snap. She prefers to be on her own, or with someone like her, willing to learn. She listens to her leaders every wish, and follows, for she loves StarClan. She is wise, filling the Clan with many good sayings and lots of good advice. She almost broke the medicine cat's rule of no kits, but her love, Skystone, was killed in a great battle. Once he had died, she swore never to love again. She is always happy, purring, and smiling, bringing a good mood to those around her. She hopes that one day the feuds will be over, and all will live peacefully together. She is sworn to remain solely with StarClan, as a member of ThunderClan.
History: She was discovered in ThunderClan's home, without any knowledge of her parents or her heritage. She was raised by Birchfur, who died shortly after Foxpaw became medicine cat apprentice. She has learned to love StarClan and her warrior friends and Clan cats. When she was 5 moons old she became very interested in medicines, and liked to be around the old medicine cat, Gingerheart. She was later apprenticed by him when she reached 6 moons old. She is very creative, and has tried to invent other uses for medicines. She has only had one successful, new medicine, which is using mint leaves for numbing wounds.
Kit-hood:
"Birchfur?" Foxkit asked happily, bounding over to her foster mother.
"Yes, sweetheart?" she replied with a purr of delight.
"Is it alright if I go with Gingerheart to help gather herbs?"
"No, sweetie, you can't do that. You are to young."
"Mouse-dung!" she said as she ran across the clearing and into the den.
"Gingerheart! I can't go, but I'll stay and make poultice for you."
"Alright, then." She replied as she gathered up her full body strength and sprang up, teetering to one side, and then heading out of camp. Foxkit started on the poultice.
Apprentice-ship:
"And there you have it." Foxpaw replied, matter-of-factly to Gingerheart.
"Yes." She replied with a brief nod. Gingerheart was beginning to see the makings of a fine Medicine Cat in Foxpaw. Her eagerness to learn and joy in healing was something that was hard to ignore. After all, he stranger had come to the Clan a loner and would die a healer. What a way to go.
RP example: Foxpaw trotted through the forest of gold, red, and brown autumn leaves. I wouldn't have to be doing this if I only had an apprentice. The leaves were still shimmering like Silverpelt, with a wet dew that clung to her golden-red fur and cooled her body. She looked around at the high oaks that seemed to tower up for an eternity. She smiled, thinking that these leaves of golds, reds, browns, purples, and the last greens were like a castle's tapestries and high walls, made of shimmering gold and rubies. She felt the orange and red leaves crunch beneath her large paws, and it seemed like a large, red carpet, laid out for only the queen to walk upon. Pretty leaf-ladies danced to the ground for her, and she purred in delite. All that was missing was a throne and trumpeters.
She came to the Pines, a big bushel of beautiful emerald trees, with needles like millions of green fingers, stretching out for her paw. Then she spotted what she wanted. A bush, glittering with dew. Mint leaves hung from it's tender branches. There had never been mint leaves in the old ThunderClan, but there were a few scattered around the pines. When you broke them open, and spread them out on a wound, it would go numb, making working with it easier. Foxpaw grabbed a mouthful of the precious leaves, so much that it seemed her mouth would explode with them. Then she ran swiftly back to camp.
Age: 9 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice
Appearence: She is a ruddy Somali cat, with a large bushy tail and sleek fur that sticks to her side, making her look twice as small. She has big paws and round orange eyes. She looks like a cat's version of a fox(hence her name). She has light fur on her belly and her neck. She has a black patch of fur on her forehead, and a black stripe down her tail. She is very small, about the size of an old apprentice. She is a very beautiful cat. She can be mistaken of her strength from her size. She is one of the stronger warriors of her Clan, but likes to use her strength for only right. She looks as if she has never battled before, and that is correct. She hates getting into fights, and will talk herself out of one any time. One long battle scar runs down her belly where a hawk had grabbed her as a kit, though she managed to escape with nothing more than the scar of where it's beak had torn at her.
Personality: She is generally very kind and understanding, and will break the rules to follow her heart. She loves to care for others and help them, that is why she wants to be a medicine cat. Though she is generally sweet, she can get irritated and snap. She prefers to be on her own, or with someone like her, willing to learn. She listens to her leaders every wish, and follows, for she loves StarClan. She is wise, filling the Clan with many good sayings and lots of good advice. She almost broke the medicine cat's rule of no kits, but her love, Skystone, was killed in a great battle. Once he had died, she swore never to love again. She is always happy, purring, and smiling, bringing a good mood to those around her. She hopes that one day the feuds will be over, and all will live peacefully together. She is sworn to remain solely with StarClan, as a member of ThunderClan.
History: She was discovered in ThunderClan's home, without any knowledge of her parents or her heritage. She was raised by Birchfur, who died shortly after Foxpaw became medicine cat apprentice. She has learned to love StarClan and her warrior friends and Clan cats. When she was 5 moons old she became very interested in medicines, and liked to be around the old medicine cat, Gingerheart. She was later apprenticed by him when she reached 6 moons old. She is very creative, and has tried to invent other uses for medicines. She has only had one successful, new medicine, which is using mint leaves for numbing wounds.
Kit-hood:
"Birchfur?" Foxkit asked happily, bounding over to her foster mother.
"Yes, sweetheart?" she replied with a purr of delight.
"Is it alright if I go with Gingerheart to help gather herbs?"
"No, sweetie, you can't do that. You are to young."
"Mouse-dung!" she said as she ran across the clearing and into the den.
"Gingerheart! I can't go, but I'll stay and make poultice for you."
"Alright, then." She replied as she gathered up her full body strength and sprang up, teetering to one side, and then heading out of camp. Foxkit started on the poultice.
Apprentice-ship:
"And there you have it." Foxpaw replied, matter-of-factly to Gingerheart.
"Yes." She replied with a brief nod. Gingerheart was beginning to see the makings of a fine Medicine Cat in Foxpaw. Her eagerness to learn and joy in healing was something that was hard to ignore. After all, he stranger had come to the Clan a loner and would die a healer. What a way to go.
RP example: Foxpaw trotted through the forest of gold, red, and brown autumn leaves. I wouldn't have to be doing this if I only had an apprentice. The leaves were still shimmering like Silverpelt, with a wet dew that clung to her golden-red fur and cooled her body. She looked around at the high oaks that seemed to tower up for an eternity. She smiled, thinking that these leaves of golds, reds, browns, purples, and the last greens were like a castle's tapestries and high walls, made of shimmering gold and rubies. She felt the orange and red leaves crunch beneath her large paws, and it seemed like a large, red carpet, laid out for only the queen to walk upon. Pretty leaf-ladies danced to the ground for her, and she purred in delite. All that was missing was a throne and trumpeters.
She came to the Pines, a big bushel of beautiful emerald trees, with needles like millions of green fingers, stretching out for her paw. Then she spotted what she wanted. A bush, glittering with dew. Mint leaves hung from it's tender branches. There had never been mint leaves in the old ThunderClan, but there were a few scattered around the pines. When you broke them open, and spread them out on a wound, it would go numb, making working with it easier. Foxpaw grabbed a mouthful of the precious leaves, so much that it seemed her mouth would explode with them. Then she ran swiftly back to camp.