Post by shadowstar on Jan 30, 2010 12:28:55 GMT -5
Name;;Swiftstream
Age;;24 moons
Clan;;Frozenclan
Rank;;medicine cat
Gender;;she-cat
Appearance;;Swiftstream is a long and slim built cat with very short, soft white fur. Her head is triangle shaped, with large ears, and the lightest watery blue eyes. her tail is fluffy with a silver tip. Her tail and legs are slightly shorter than average, meaning she is not very fast. He claws are like ice crystals, and her face like a boulder.
Personality;;Swiftstream is your typical medicine cat. she is very nurturing and caring. With a soft voice that could calm even the most frightened of kits. She beleives it is also her duty to now each cat personally, as to better take care of them. she is a hard-worker and perfectionist, meaning she can always find sometgoing to do. She is a clever and very-quick-thinking cat, but is also freed-spirited and light-hearted.
History;;Swiftstream had always known she meant to be a medicine cat. as a kit she could never keep up in the games of her siblings, and when they play fought she could barely put up a fight. But when she would sneak over to help the medicine cat she was the brightest of kits. Nobody was suprised when she chose to follow the path of Medicine cat. Her mentor was very old and forgetful, so Swiftstream was caring for the clan almost on her own.
Her mentor retired when she was appointed medicine cat and received her name. considering she was pratically the Medicine cat already, it wasn't that different. Swiftstream feels ready to do all she can for her clan.
Family;;Mother highsky, father, littlestep. siblings liontail and frostpelt.
Mate;;none...hopefully
RP example;;Marigold..clover..burdock, where were those cobwebs.?
SWiftpaw let out a hiss of fustration. Goldenfur never put things back in the same place twice. After searching for a few more moments she finally found them, shoved behind a rather large pile of thyme. We hardly ever use thyme, and where almost out of horsetail SWiftpaw was still an apprentice, but sometimes, she felt as the roles were reversed. She pulled out a pile of cobwebs and went over to the thorned kit. She was wimpering pitifully.
"Am I going to die" she voice shook. Swiftpaw smiled "no, no.no of coarse not little one, I just need to pull the thorn out and you'll be fine.
AS if struck by lightning the kit stopped whimpering, and sat rather still.
"Now I want you to count to three" The she-cat said through a muffled mouth, gripping the thorn firmly in her jaws.
"one" she kit replied almost drowsily "two" Swiftpaw, yanked the thorn out. The kit let out a squeal, but a short on. The medicine cat apprentice quickly placed the cobwebs over the wound.
'there" she cooned "all better, that wasn't difficult, was it?"
"no, thanks swiftpaw" the kit lept up and scampered away. The apprentice smiled faintly, then stopped. She had found her mentor, asleep under a clump of bramble. She jogged over to make sure he was alright, his breathing was steady, but it was his face that caught her. It was tired, worn, and weary, as though he was losing a long fought battle. She gently nudged her mentors fur with her nose, before padding back to her den. As she walked she couldn't help but think Goldenfur was near the end of his mark.
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Age;;24 moons
Clan;;Frozenclan
Rank;;medicine cat
Gender;;she-cat
Appearance;;Swiftstream is a long and slim built cat with very short, soft white fur. Her head is triangle shaped, with large ears, and the lightest watery blue eyes. her tail is fluffy with a silver tip. Her tail and legs are slightly shorter than average, meaning she is not very fast. He claws are like ice crystals, and her face like a boulder.
Personality;;Swiftstream is your typical medicine cat. she is very nurturing and caring. With a soft voice that could calm even the most frightened of kits. She beleives it is also her duty to now each cat personally, as to better take care of them. she is a hard-worker and perfectionist, meaning she can always find sometgoing to do. She is a clever and very-quick-thinking cat, but is also freed-spirited and light-hearted.
History;;Swiftstream had always known she meant to be a medicine cat. as a kit she could never keep up in the games of her siblings, and when they play fought she could barely put up a fight. But when she would sneak over to help the medicine cat she was the brightest of kits. Nobody was suprised when she chose to follow the path of Medicine cat. Her mentor was very old and forgetful, so Swiftstream was caring for the clan almost on her own.
Her mentor retired when she was appointed medicine cat and received her name. considering she was pratically the Medicine cat already, it wasn't that different. Swiftstream feels ready to do all she can for her clan.
Family;;Mother highsky, father, littlestep. siblings liontail and frostpelt.
Mate;;none...hopefully
RP example;;Marigold..clover..burdock, where were those cobwebs.?
SWiftpaw let out a hiss of fustration. Goldenfur never put things back in the same place twice. After searching for a few more moments she finally found them, shoved behind a rather large pile of thyme. We hardly ever use thyme, and where almost out of horsetail SWiftpaw was still an apprentice, but sometimes, she felt as the roles were reversed. She pulled out a pile of cobwebs and went over to the thorned kit. She was wimpering pitifully.
"Am I going to die" she voice shook. Swiftpaw smiled "no, no.no of coarse not little one, I just need to pull the thorn out and you'll be fine.
AS if struck by lightning the kit stopped whimpering, and sat rather still.
"Now I want you to count to three" The she-cat said through a muffled mouth, gripping the thorn firmly in her jaws.
"one" she kit replied almost drowsily "two" Swiftpaw, yanked the thorn out. The kit let out a squeal, but a short on. The medicine cat apprentice quickly placed the cobwebs over the wound.
'there" she cooned "all better, that wasn't difficult, was it?"
"no, thanks swiftpaw" the kit lept up and scampered away. The apprentice smiled faintly, then stopped. She had found her mentor, asleep under a clump of bramble. She jogged over to make sure he was alright, his breathing was steady, but it was his face that caught her. It was tired, worn, and weary, as though he was losing a long fought battle. She gently nudged her mentors fur with her nose, before padding back to her den. As she walked she couldn't help but think Goldenfur was near the end of his mark.
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