Post by ::Mooncloud:: on Dec 15, 2007 23:26:21 GMT -5
Name: Breezefeather
Gender: Female
Age: 18 moons
Rank: Medicine Cat
Clan: RiverClan
Picture: sobi.org/photos/Cat/Haarlem/xa9u1770.jpg
Notable Kin: Emberessence (deceased), Yellowpelt (unknown), Heatherfur (deceased).
Short Description: A white she cat with gray-brown splotches and yellow-gray eyes.
In-Depth Description: Breezefeather, being a medicine cat, does not need much strength. This is fortunate, for she is mostly frail. She has long legs that can allow her to leap farther than most, but as for her muscle work, that is about all she has. She is ordinarily slender and lithe, her fur short-haired on her body.
Most of Breezefeather's body is covered in a soft white, but there are small splotches of gray and brown that can be found. Her face has a mostly triangular shape of white, while her ears are covered in gray flecked with black. Her eyes are a storm-cloud gray, almost, mixed in with a slight amount of yellow, making them seem to blaze.
Personality: Breezefeather is withdrawn from her Clan, yet she isn't afraid to say what she thinks in an arguement. She doesn't like to fight, and tries to avoid war as much as possible. Though she can be somewhat shy, Breezefeather believes in what is right and defies all that is wrong. It's mostly a 'don't judge a book by it's cover' thing with Breezefeather. On the outside, she is shy, but on the inside, she has the flame of a warrior.
History: Breezefeather's mother died while kitting her, so she never knew her. Her brother, Emberessence, was born in the same litter with her, and he too, could not see her face. This caused them to make up fantasies about their mother - was she beautiful? Or was she mutilated? They would never know.
Their father, Yellowpelt, told them that their mother was cunning, but nothing could prepare her for her kits' births. Sometimes, young Breezekit and Emberkit would take it as offense. They would blame themselves for their mother's death all the time. Yet they lived thinking she loved them, even though she'd never seen their faces.
When Breezekit was apprenticed, she decided to become a medicine cat apprentice. Breezepaw trained the herbs, while her brother, Emberpaw, trained with her father. Every day she would envy the time they would get to spend together - of course she wanted to be a medicine cat, but she loved her father, too - and sometimes not even bid them farewell.
Which is exactly what she did the day her brother and father went hunting, but never came back.
Breezepaw again blamed herself when she found out Emberpaw's body was found, torn into shreds, near a badger den. They held a warrior ceremony for the fallen apprentice, because he deserved the name. They named him Emberessence, for his essence would rest in all of the Clan.
Yellowpelt was never found.
Still, Breezefeather dreams of how her father could still be alive.
RP Sample: The medicine cat's den was dark, lit only by the single sliver of moonlight through a crack on the roof. Breezefeather looked up and watched the stars twinkle and stare down at the Clans. Not for the first time, she wondered if all of her family was up there - her father, too. But the hope that her father had survived had slowly burned out. She knew it was impossible.
Yet, she wished she could see his face again. It had been so long since they had spoken. If he really was alive, where was he? What was he thinking? Did he miss her? The questions came into her mind, but she shook them off. If she dreamed of something that wasn't true... well, it would be hard to shake off.
Slowly, Breezefeather turned to her side and watched the steady breathing of one of her patients. She could hope he would survive. She could hope that the Clan would survive. But she would not hope for her father.
She had to give up on that hope.
Gender: Female
Age: 18 moons
Rank: Medicine Cat
Clan: RiverClan
Picture: sobi.org/photos/Cat/Haarlem/xa9u1770.jpg
Notable Kin: Emberessence (deceased), Yellowpelt (unknown), Heatherfur (deceased).
Short Description: A white she cat with gray-brown splotches and yellow-gray eyes.
In-Depth Description: Breezefeather, being a medicine cat, does not need much strength. This is fortunate, for she is mostly frail. She has long legs that can allow her to leap farther than most, but as for her muscle work, that is about all she has. She is ordinarily slender and lithe, her fur short-haired on her body.
Most of Breezefeather's body is covered in a soft white, but there are small splotches of gray and brown that can be found. Her face has a mostly triangular shape of white, while her ears are covered in gray flecked with black. Her eyes are a storm-cloud gray, almost, mixed in with a slight amount of yellow, making them seem to blaze.
Personality: Breezefeather is withdrawn from her Clan, yet she isn't afraid to say what she thinks in an arguement. She doesn't like to fight, and tries to avoid war as much as possible. Though she can be somewhat shy, Breezefeather believes in what is right and defies all that is wrong. It's mostly a 'don't judge a book by it's cover' thing with Breezefeather. On the outside, she is shy, but on the inside, she has the flame of a warrior.
History: Breezefeather's mother died while kitting her, so she never knew her. Her brother, Emberessence, was born in the same litter with her, and he too, could not see her face. This caused them to make up fantasies about their mother - was she beautiful? Or was she mutilated? They would never know.
Their father, Yellowpelt, told them that their mother was cunning, but nothing could prepare her for her kits' births. Sometimes, young Breezekit and Emberkit would take it as offense. They would blame themselves for their mother's death all the time. Yet they lived thinking she loved them, even though she'd never seen their faces.
When Breezekit was apprenticed, she decided to become a medicine cat apprentice. Breezepaw trained the herbs, while her brother, Emberpaw, trained with her father. Every day she would envy the time they would get to spend together - of course she wanted to be a medicine cat, but she loved her father, too - and sometimes not even bid them farewell.
Which is exactly what she did the day her brother and father went hunting, but never came back.
Breezepaw again blamed herself when she found out Emberpaw's body was found, torn into shreds, near a badger den. They held a warrior ceremony for the fallen apprentice, because he deserved the name. They named him Emberessence, for his essence would rest in all of the Clan.
Yellowpelt was never found.
Still, Breezefeather dreams of how her father could still be alive.
RP Sample: The medicine cat's den was dark, lit only by the single sliver of moonlight through a crack on the roof. Breezefeather looked up and watched the stars twinkle and stare down at the Clans. Not for the first time, she wondered if all of her family was up there - her father, too. But the hope that her father had survived had slowly burned out. She knew it was impossible.
Yet, she wished she could see his face again. It had been so long since they had spoken. If he really was alive, where was he? What was he thinking? Did he miss her? The questions came into her mind, but she shook them off. If she dreamed of something that wasn't true... well, it would be hard to shake off.
Slowly, Breezefeather turned to her side and watched the steady breathing of one of her patients. She could hope he would survive. She could hope that the Clan would survive. But she would not hope for her father.
She had to give up on that hope.
