Post by //Sunneh// is FuMiNg on Jul 13, 2010 11:03:39 GMT -6
Name: Stormleaf
Age: 15 moons
Clan: IvyClan
Gender: Tom
Personality: More caring than the typical Ivyclan stereotype, but still cold and refined. He would put his life on the line for a friend, but if he doesn't like you, it would be best to run in a different direction.
Description: Stormleaf has a thick, golden pelt that allowed him to blend into the underbrush when he was a kit. His sharp, green eyes are perfect for spotting injuries and weaknesses.
Parents: Hollythicket and Thunderwing (missing)
Littermates: Treekit and Brushkit
History: Stormleaf never wanted to be a Medicine Cat. As a kit he dreamed of the thrills of battle, snatching territories out of the grasp of unworthy clans. He trained harder than any of the other apprentices, pushing himself over the limit. That was his downfall. Stormleaf was hit by a Monster while racing across the Thunderpath in pursuit of prey. He nearly lost his life, and his extremely pronounced limp reminds him of that day. Unfit for the life of a warrior, Stormleaf was apprenticed by Redleaf, the former Medicine Cat, who died soon after.
Writing Example:
"What are we going to do?!"
The Queen's anguished cry pierced the camp's deathly silent air. Stormleaf knew the question was echoing in the minds of the rest of the clan.
Why them? Was it the will of Starclan that they would be cursed with a plague of Greencough?
Stormleaf stayed calm. "It's fine. We have plenty of catmint. We might be able to make it through this sickness with no losses."
"But what about my kit?" the Queen wailed, her eyes wide. "He's been sick longer than the others!"
"Bring him to my den, along with the others." the honey-colored tom ordered.
The Queen bit back another keen, nodded, then raced off.
Stormleaf sighed. It was hard enough taking care of the clan's sick without panicking cats!
The Queen returned with two dim-eyed elders, and three kits too sick to even mew.
Stormleaf took out a bundle of catnip, a determined look in his eye. This was his job, whether he liked it or not. And he was going to do it right.
Autobiography: See "Ashheart's Application" for details about me.
Hope it's good enough for you!
Age: 15 moons
Clan: IvyClan
Gender: Tom
Personality: More caring than the typical Ivyclan stereotype, but still cold and refined. He would put his life on the line for a friend, but if he doesn't like you, it would be best to run in a different direction.
Description: Stormleaf has a thick, golden pelt that allowed him to blend into the underbrush when he was a kit. His sharp, green eyes are perfect for spotting injuries and weaknesses.
Parents: Hollythicket and Thunderwing (missing)
Littermates: Treekit and Brushkit
History: Stormleaf never wanted to be a Medicine Cat. As a kit he dreamed of the thrills of battle, snatching territories out of the grasp of unworthy clans. He trained harder than any of the other apprentices, pushing himself over the limit. That was his downfall. Stormleaf was hit by a Monster while racing across the Thunderpath in pursuit of prey. He nearly lost his life, and his extremely pronounced limp reminds him of that day. Unfit for the life of a warrior, Stormleaf was apprenticed by Redleaf, the former Medicine Cat, who died soon after.
Writing Example:
"What are we going to do?!"
The Queen's anguished cry pierced the camp's deathly silent air. Stormleaf knew the question was echoing in the minds of the rest of the clan.
Why them? Was it the will of Starclan that they would be cursed with a plague of Greencough?
Stormleaf stayed calm. "It's fine. We have plenty of catmint. We might be able to make it through this sickness with no losses."
"But what about my kit?" the Queen wailed, her eyes wide. "He's been sick longer than the others!"
"Bring him to my den, along with the others." the honey-colored tom ordered.
The Queen bit back another keen, nodded, then raced off.
Stormleaf sighed. It was hard enough taking care of the clan's sick without panicking cats!
The Queen returned with two dim-eyed elders, and three kits too sick to even mew.
Stormleaf took out a bundle of catnip, a determined look in his eye. This was his job, whether he liked it or not. And he was going to do it right.
Autobiography: See "Ashheart's Application" for details about me.
Hope it's good enough for you!