Post by blackie on Nov 10, 2009 20:25:24 GMT -5
Name: Blackleaf
Age: 17 moons
Gender: Female
Pelt Color: Black
Description: She is a beautiful black cat with short fur. She has leaf green eyes that shine in the night. She is on the smaller side but has long legs. Her nose and whiskers are all totaly black. She has a long tail that is slim. Her fur seems to glow at night time and she loves it when the moon is out. She has a tiny white spot on her chest but you can't really see it to well. Her claws are on the shorter side so she can't really grip on the ground and run fast.
Personality: Just like her clan she is sweet with the rarity of her bitter other self. Never yells, mainly because she has a quiet and clam voice. Deep in her eyes will always lay the kit she was born as and if you are close with her she will show out that inner side. Reasonable and loyal to her job she would never abandon the connection that she has with Starclan. Though she never trained as a warrior she still gets along with them as if she was one. She is fast, and can identify most herbs from a distance away. Her downside is she never cared for the small part of warrior training she got so is useless in a fight.
Desired Position: Medicine cat
Desired Clan: WindClan
Picture of Cat:
RP Example: It had been half a moon since the drought had started and prey was dwindling. Cats had been seen, their ribs poking out, skin and fur gripping to it. Their eyes had faded as if death fell upon each. For the young she-cat death had already began. Her black fur lost it lust as it sprouted in bristled tuffs. Her small paws dusted brown from the fragile ground. ‘Would rain ever come’, she thought as she made her ceremonial trail.
The field she had followed once was a place the flowers grew higher than her head, now most flaccied down with a golden brown tint to the dead petals. Up ahead the silhouettes of her party waited, some more patient then others. A rather large shadow shouted in his old raspy voice, “Blackleaf, what took you so long”
The shadows became more animated as her name was brought over the dry air. One tom looked over his board shoulders, his teeth glowed in the moon made Blackleaf shiver. “Another death in Windclan, prey is running dangerously low”, she yowl as her paws picked up momentum toward her co medicine cats. “We can get started if everyone here”, she meowed in embarrassment.
Clan History: Blackkit:
As a kit she was hyper and happy. Her parents, Soulwing(Mother) and Mousetail (Father), were glad that one of there kits lived. She did have a brother but he died of the coldness as it was winter.
Blackpaw:
She was made a apprentice when she was 5 moons old. Her mother and father died of a sickness and couldn't be cared for in the nusery. She was eather going to be moved into the medicine cat den or in the apprentice's den. The medicine cat quickly took her in and cared for her. She learn many of the herbs and longed to be a medicine cat. Finally when she was old anough the medicine cat asked her to be her apprentice.
Blackleaf: She was given her name because of her wounderful green eyes. She cared for many cats as an apprentice before the medicine cat who tought her came sick of old age. She tryed to help her but she wanted to die. Wishing Blackleaf a happy life minutes before she died.
Age: 17 moons
Gender: Female
Pelt Color: Black
Description: She is a beautiful black cat with short fur. She has leaf green eyes that shine in the night. She is on the smaller side but has long legs. Her nose and whiskers are all totaly black. She has a long tail that is slim. Her fur seems to glow at night time and she loves it when the moon is out. She has a tiny white spot on her chest but you can't really see it to well. Her claws are on the shorter side so she can't really grip on the ground and run fast.
Personality: Just like her clan she is sweet with the rarity of her bitter other self. Never yells, mainly because she has a quiet and clam voice. Deep in her eyes will always lay the kit she was born as and if you are close with her she will show out that inner side. Reasonable and loyal to her job she would never abandon the connection that she has with Starclan. Though she never trained as a warrior she still gets along with them as if she was one. She is fast, and can identify most herbs from a distance away. Her downside is she never cared for the small part of warrior training she got so is useless in a fight.
Desired Position: Medicine cat
Desired Clan: WindClan
Picture of Cat:
RP Example: It had been half a moon since the drought had started and prey was dwindling. Cats had been seen, their ribs poking out, skin and fur gripping to it. Their eyes had faded as if death fell upon each. For the young she-cat death had already began. Her black fur lost it lust as it sprouted in bristled tuffs. Her small paws dusted brown from the fragile ground. ‘Would rain ever come’, she thought as she made her ceremonial trail.
The field she had followed once was a place the flowers grew higher than her head, now most flaccied down with a golden brown tint to the dead petals. Up ahead the silhouettes of her party waited, some more patient then others. A rather large shadow shouted in his old raspy voice, “Blackleaf, what took you so long”
The shadows became more animated as her name was brought over the dry air. One tom looked over his board shoulders, his teeth glowed in the moon made Blackleaf shiver. “Another death in Windclan, prey is running dangerously low”, she yowl as her paws picked up momentum toward her co medicine cats. “We can get started if everyone here”, she meowed in embarrassment.
Clan History: Blackkit:
As a kit she was hyper and happy. Her parents, Soulwing(Mother) and Mousetail (Father), were glad that one of there kits lived. She did have a brother but he died of the coldness as it was winter.
Blackpaw:
She was made a apprentice when she was 5 moons old. Her mother and father died of a sickness and couldn't be cared for in the nusery. She was eather going to be moved into the medicine cat den or in the apprentice's den. The medicine cat quickly took her in and cared for her. She learn many of the herbs and longed to be a medicine cat. Finally when she was old anough the medicine cat asked her to be her apprentice.
Blackleaf: She was given her name because of her wounderful green eyes. She cared for many cats as an apprentice before the medicine cat who tought her came sick of old age. She tryed to help her but she wanted to die. Wishing Blackleaf a happy life minutes before she died.
