Post by Raven on Nov 22, 2008 18:39:18 GMT -6
Name: Rosestep
Family: Mother::Petalfur [D]; Father::Blackclaw [D]; Brothers::Silverkit; Sisters::None
Rank: Warrior
Clan: FrostClan
Gender: She-Cat
Age: 17 Moons
Eye Color: Vibrant Green
Fur Color: Soft creamy white with a light orange dust
Other Appearances:
Names of cats: This would be my first-Rosepetal
Other:
Family: Mother::Petalfur [D]; Father::Blackclaw [D]; Brothers::Silverkit; Sisters::None
Rank: Warrior
Clan: FrostClan
Gender: She-Cat
Age: 17 Moons
Eye Color: Vibrant Green
Fur Color: Soft creamy white with a light orange dust
Other Appearances:
Personality: History:
A smaller she-cat with an overall smaller, lighter build. This build has caused her to be lighter than most cats. She has a small head that rests on shoulders that are not broad. Her strong leg muscles are not normally used, but her mind is used greatly. She has smallish legs, but she can move quickly. The she-cat
Born and raised in MoonClan, Rosekit was slightly lonesome. I mean... her mother was too tired, her father only played with Silverkit, and well... she was all alone. Soon enough, her life changed for the worst. Leafbare came rolling around, nobody expecting it. It hit MoonClan hard. The Medicine Cat had a lot of work to do. Greencough was spreading everywhere. Soon enough, Rosekit, Silverkit, Blackclaw and Petalfur had caught it. Greencough took Silverkit in a heartbeat, but Rosekit stayed strong. Greencough took her parents, but Rosekit survived. The tough kitten was sicker than one could've imagined, but this changed her whole outlook on life. Later, she got better...slowly...with the Medicine Cat's help.History:
When she was of age, the six-moon-old became an apprentice. As a warrior's apprentice, she wasn't really thinking straight. She would think of the smells of watermint over the way she had to stand. She thought of herbs more than tactics. Soon enough, her mentor asked her:
"Do you want to be the Medicine Cat Apprentice?"
Surprise had filled the she-cat. Reluctant to destroy her mentor's faith, she said yes. She had contenplated this for a while. She stammered with her answer, and then she became the Medicine Cat's Appentice. Why? She wanted to save people, like her family. She knew that she could never bring her family back, but she thought...maybe...just maybe... she could help other cats.
Rosepetal... Rosepetal... At times, that name stung like a thorn jabbing a soft pad, or like sneering a claw, for that part... petal was in memory of her favorite cat ever... Her mother. After time, the Medicine Cat got old. She was tired, annoyed, and finally, she asked her leader, "Can I be an Elder?" The leader said yes, and the new Medicine Cat took over.
Now a days, Rosepetal busies herself with sorting herbs, sharing tongues, and watching the kits. Sometimes, she'll take a stroll, but being consulted is enough work.
Born and raised in MoonClan, Rosekit was slightly lonesome. I mean... her mother was too tired, her father only played with Silverkit, and well... she was all alone. Soon enough, her life changed for the worst. Leafbare came rolling around, nobody expecting it. It hit MoonClan hard. The Medicine Cat had a lot of work to do. Greencough was spreading everywhere. Soon enough, Rosekit, Silverkit, Blackclaw and Petalfur had caught it. Greencough took Silverkit in a heartbeat, but Rosekit stayed strong. Greencough took her parents, but Rosekit survived. The tough kitten was sicker than one could've imagined, but this changed her whole outlook on life. Later, she got better...slowly...with the Medicine Cat's help.RP Example:
When she was of age, the six-moon-old became an apprentice. As a warrior's apprentice, she wasn't really thinking straight. She would think of the smells of watermint over the way she had to stand. She thought of herbs more than tactics. Soon enough, her mentor asked her:
"Do you want to be the Medicine Cat Apprentice?"
Surprise had filled the she-cat. Reluctant to destroy her mentor's faith, she said yes. She had contenplated this for a while. She stammered with her answer, and then she became the Medicine Cat's Appentice. Why? She wanted to save people, like her family. She knew that she could never bring her family back, but she thought...maybe...just maybe... she could help other cats.
Rosepetal... Rosepetal... At times, that name stung like a thorn jabbing a soft pad, or like sneering a claw, for that part... petal was in memory of her favorite cat ever... Her mother. After time, the Medicine Cat got old. She was tired, annoyed, and finally, she asked her leader, "Can I be an Elder?" The leader said yes, and the new Medicine Cat took over.
Now a days, Rosepetal busies herself with sorting herbs, sharing tongues, and watching the kits. Sometimes, she'll take a stroll, but being consulted is enough work.
The she-cat could slightly scent a different cat, but she payed no heed. She felt herself flinch when the recognizable tom spoke to her. Not comprehending the scent quick enough, the she-cat whirled around. She saw the fluffy tail and immediately knew. What do you want, and what does it look like? She growled. Her teeth slightly bared. She looked at the tom, her golden eyes narrowing to slits.Cats you RP: 1
She never had the best history with this tom cat. Although she had the slightest feelings for him, she knew it was stupid. She reminisced for the shortest time about their harsh meeting. Her life was spared by this tom, tackling a cat named Shatter. She had simply glared at him and stalked away. Her independence showing in the harshest way. She knew he tried to get her to trust him, but most of the time, she just dismissed the tom.
The she-cat moved to a laying position. I'm bored... That's about it. She grumbled, knowing that that wasn't the full truth. Her heart ached. Her memories were becoming more vivid in her dreams and when she was wide awake. She wasn't an old cat, just a lonesome one. She longed to have a friend, but nobody wanted to be her friend. She thought of how she became so dark and scary...
The night was young, as was the new warrior. She was sitting her vigil when a cat attacked. This was why she was so quick to hate. The tom had cut part of her ear, before fleeing. She didn't like cats anymore. She was scared and alone. When she finished her battle, the clan congratulated her, but it didn't feel right. She just wanted to be by herself.
Her independence and arrogance proceeded to do more damage than help, and now... she was all alone in this cruel, fateful world.
Names of cats: This would be my first-Rosepetal
Other:
Not really...
