Post by Jadestone on Mar 31, 2007 12:23:01 GMT -5
Name: Thornpaw
Rank: Medicine cat aprentice
Clan: ..Fireclan? Or Tangleclan? If Med. cat aprentice is open in either. Whoever accepts it first is the clan I'll be in, I guess.
Gender: She-cat
Age: 7 moons(err... 7/12ths of a year?)
Picture (Optional): Not yet
Physical Description: Thornpaw is a tabby, with dark paws and speckles. She has deep green eyes flecked with gold, and short, sharp, thorn-like claws, and a long tail with darker rings of fur winding up it. She has a scar across the bottom of her left front paw, from, well, falling into a thornbush when she was a kit. Thornpaw also has very good eyesight, which is good for spotting herbs.
Personality: :Thornpaw can stay remarkably calm during the worst of situations, and is extremely level-headed. She is kind, though at times can be sort of distant from the others. She also feels a need to help all of the cats, even those in different clans, so her loyalty can sometimes be questioned, but if it comes to fighting she will do everything she can to defend and protect her clan.
History: Born in the clan, she had the habbit of wandering off when she was a kit. Normally, she stayed within the camp, hanging around the Medicine cats den, but one day she wandered into the woods and fell of a rock and onto a thorn bush. She wasn't hurt to badly, but she has a few scars now to remember it by. Other than that, not much has happened to her durring her short life, though sh hopes to see some excitement in her future.
IC: Thornpaw crept therough the undergrowth, sniffing the damp early morning air. If another cat had seen her just then, they would think she was hunting for prey among the dense forest ground that coverd this part of her territory. This was not entirely true, however. She was hunting, sort of, for the herbs she had dropped here when she went scampering off after that mouse. I could have sworn it was under one of these ferns...She thought to herself, sticking her nose under yet another broad shiney leaf. She inhaled, and a sharp scent immediately overpowerd her sences. She gave a smalle mew, eyes wattering,as she sneezed repeatedly. Ah, She thought, looking down at the small pile. Here they are. She picked them up, this time more carefully, an bounded back towards the camp, the sunlight filtering down through the leaves sending dapples of light and color across her fur. She wasn't going to risk misplacing these again, her poor nose had already had enough for one morning.
She steped lightly into the camp, troting over to her mentors den. The older cat was not there at the moment, so after a moment's hesitation she placed the fresh herbs on an older pile of the same type. She glanced around the camp, the smells of day and sleepy cats wafting around her nose, still tingling from the sarp scent. Her mouth was full of the slightly bitter tang of the plants, too, so Thornpaw decided to run down to the stream and get a drink. She padded silently through the forest as she sliped easily among the trees, untill she came to the bubbling brook at the edge of the territory(((erm.. I don't know what the territory actually looks like yet, but you get the idea))). She bent down, lapping up the cool and refreshing water. It cleared her mind as well as her mouth, and she was ust preparig to leave when a sudden splas broke the watter, sending misty droplets arching across the open space and onto her pelt. She hissed and cleapt onto a nearby low-hanging breanch, sharp claws digging into the bark. Looking down warily, she saw a shining silver fish flop for a moment in the shallows, then twist itself back into deeper water. Oh,[/iShe thought, feeling foolish and glad no one had been there to see her antics. It's just a fish. She clambered back down the tree, and, tail high, set off back towards the camp.
Code Word: Shadowed Light
Rank: Medicine cat aprentice
Clan: ..Fireclan? Or Tangleclan? If Med. cat aprentice is open in either. Whoever accepts it first is the clan I'll be in, I guess.
Gender: She-cat
Age: 7 moons(err... 7/12ths of a year?)
Picture (Optional): Not yet
Physical Description: Thornpaw is a tabby, with dark paws and speckles. She has deep green eyes flecked with gold, and short, sharp, thorn-like claws, and a long tail with darker rings of fur winding up it. She has a scar across the bottom of her left front paw, from, well, falling into a thornbush when she was a kit. Thornpaw also has very good eyesight, which is good for spotting herbs.
Personality: :Thornpaw can stay remarkably calm during the worst of situations, and is extremely level-headed. She is kind, though at times can be sort of distant from the others. She also feels a need to help all of the cats, even those in different clans, so her loyalty can sometimes be questioned, but if it comes to fighting she will do everything she can to defend and protect her clan.
History: Born in the clan, she had the habbit of wandering off when she was a kit. Normally, she stayed within the camp, hanging around the Medicine cats den, but one day she wandered into the woods and fell of a rock and onto a thorn bush. She wasn't hurt to badly, but she has a few scars now to remember it by. Other than that, not much has happened to her durring her short life, though sh hopes to see some excitement in her future.
IC: Thornpaw crept therough the undergrowth, sniffing the damp early morning air. If another cat had seen her just then, they would think she was hunting for prey among the dense forest ground that coverd this part of her territory. This was not entirely true, however. She was hunting, sort of, for the herbs she had dropped here when she went scampering off after that mouse. I could have sworn it was under one of these ferns...She thought to herself, sticking her nose under yet another broad shiney leaf. She inhaled, and a sharp scent immediately overpowerd her sences. She gave a smalle mew, eyes wattering,as she sneezed repeatedly. Ah, She thought, looking down at the small pile. Here they are. She picked them up, this time more carefully, an bounded back towards the camp, the sunlight filtering down through the leaves sending dapples of light and color across her fur. She wasn't going to risk misplacing these again, her poor nose had already had enough for one morning.
She steped lightly into the camp, troting over to her mentors den. The older cat was not there at the moment, so after a moment's hesitation she placed the fresh herbs on an older pile of the same type. She glanced around the camp, the smells of day and sleepy cats wafting around her nose, still tingling from the sarp scent. Her mouth was full of the slightly bitter tang of the plants, too, so Thornpaw decided to run down to the stream and get a drink. She padded silently through the forest as she sliped easily among the trees, untill she came to the bubbling brook at the edge of the territory(((erm.. I don't know what the territory actually looks like yet, but you get the idea))). She bent down, lapping up the cool and refreshing water. It cleared her mind as well as her mouth, and she was ust preparig to leave when a sudden splas broke the watter, sending misty droplets arching across the open space and onto her pelt. She hissed and cleapt onto a nearby low-hanging breanch, sharp claws digging into the bark. Looking down warily, she saw a shining silver fish flop for a moment in the shallows, then twist itself back into deeper water. Oh,[/iShe thought, feeling foolish and glad no one had been there to see her antics. It's just a fish. She clambered back down the tree, and, tail high, set off back towards the camp.
Code Word: Shadowed Light