Post by stardapple on Oct 5, 2009 15:42:04 GMT -5
Name: Mistdancer
Gender: She cat
Clan: Fireclan
Position: Medicine Cat
Age: 24 moons
Appearance: Mistdancer has short silver fur that lays over rippled muscles, and it shimmers in waves when she moves. Her eyes are the bright blue of a shallow pool. One ear hangs over crookedly because she was attacked by a rogue in her apprenticeship. Her tail is long, and sways with her gait, which is slightly uneven because her left forepaw is shorter than her right. Her belly is darker than the rest of her body.
Personality: Mistdancer is quiet and aloof, a cat who lives by example rather than words. She has a kind, gentle nature, and can’t stand it when cats do stupid restless things that cause them harm. She shies away from arguments among other cats, refusing to be drawn into them, and avoids being social able to other cats. She’s an amazing climber, but her defense and hunting skills leave much to be desired. She enjoys kits, even though they’re bumbling and loud.
History: Mistdancer wasn’t always one who wanted to be a medicine cat. She loved to watch the warriors work and admired the clan leader over all else. She wanted to be just like them when she became a warrior. The previous medicine cat had singled her out though, as one who was destined to be a medicine cat. She embraced the position and tried her hardest to be the best medicine cat ever.
IC: A silver she-cat looked out over the camp, awaiting the return of the evening patrol. She hoped they had not encountered trouble, discord had sung through her dreams of late, and she dreamt constantly of a fire consuming the Earth. It was not fire though, it was hot, but flowed like a river and erased all. She wondered what it could mean. An impending doom? A traitor? Whatever it meant, there was trouble ahead.
A scent laced the wind. It was them, but with it came blood and fear and uncertainty. A shiver ran through her paws and down her back. The trouble had come. Mistdancer turned and ran back into the camp to warn her clanmates.
Picture: None
Gender: She cat
Clan: Fireclan
Position: Medicine Cat
Age: 24 moons
Appearance: Mistdancer has short silver fur that lays over rippled muscles, and it shimmers in waves when she moves. Her eyes are the bright blue of a shallow pool. One ear hangs over crookedly because she was attacked by a rogue in her apprenticeship. Her tail is long, and sways with her gait, which is slightly uneven because her left forepaw is shorter than her right. Her belly is darker than the rest of her body.
Personality: Mistdancer is quiet and aloof, a cat who lives by example rather than words. She has a kind, gentle nature, and can’t stand it when cats do stupid restless things that cause them harm. She shies away from arguments among other cats, refusing to be drawn into them, and avoids being social able to other cats. She’s an amazing climber, but her defense and hunting skills leave much to be desired. She enjoys kits, even though they’re bumbling and loud.
History: Mistdancer wasn’t always one who wanted to be a medicine cat. She loved to watch the warriors work and admired the clan leader over all else. She wanted to be just like them when she became a warrior. The previous medicine cat had singled her out though, as one who was destined to be a medicine cat. She embraced the position and tried her hardest to be the best medicine cat ever.
IC: A silver she-cat looked out over the camp, awaiting the return of the evening patrol. She hoped they had not encountered trouble, discord had sung through her dreams of late, and she dreamt constantly of a fire consuming the Earth. It was not fire though, it was hot, but flowed like a river and erased all. She wondered what it could mean. An impending doom? A traitor? Whatever it meant, there was trouble ahead.
A scent laced the wind. It was them, but with it came blood and fear and uncertainty. A shiver ran through her paws and down her back. The trouble had come. Mistdancer turned and ran back into the camp to warn her clanmates.
Picture: None
