Post by Snake.♥ on Dec 7, 2007 21:19:54 GMT -5
Name: Snakecharm
Age: Just reached 19 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: StormClan
Position: Medicine Cat
Personality:
Snakecharm isn't your typical happy-go-lucky, bouncy, bubbly she-cat. Quite the opposite, in fact. Only a fool would dare to challenge the word of this short tempered femme. With a sharp tongue and even sharper claws, she is a formidable opponent in battle...even if her path is in healing and peace. She is not afraid to speak her mind, and often offends even the most willing warriors.
However, there is a softer side to this incredible cat, though few see it. Snakecharm often regrets becoming a medicine cat, wishing she could go back and pursue the life of a warrior. But something always brings her back to it...weather its the smell of pain that reminds her of her job, or the fact that she can't go back, no matter how much she wants too.
Cat Description:
White, satin fur like freshly fallen snow on a sunlit morning covers her chest, paws, muzzle and legs. Dark brown with hints of red in the classic tabby pattern drapes over her back, always freshly clean and shiny like polished mahogany. Medium length, incredibly fine and extremely soft...most cats would give anything for the near perfection of her peltage.
Eyes of a piercing pale amber, flecked with soft tawny. They are said to resemble the scales of an adder sunning on river stone. Some say they hold the sadness of one with a broken heart...but no one will know for sure. The depths of Snakecharm's gaze seems endless...constantly riddled with the confusing swirl of Starclans whispers.
History:
Born a healthy, happy kit....Snakekit was just like every other youngster in the nursery. Playful, bouncy...full of life. She enjoyed rough housing, getting into mischief, and other general chaos that young kits seem to be drawn too. She grew quickly, and being the only she-kit in a litter of 3, she was constantly fussed over. Born in late leaf-fall, the nights became colder and colder...until one morning, she and her mother found her two brothers frozen to death in the frost. Her mother went into such a grief she stopped caring for Snakekit completly... The other queens were finally able to break through to her and show her that her last remaining kit needed her, but Snakekit's mother was never the same again.
When Snakekit was finally apprenticed, she began training to be a warrior. But that soon changed as she received her first message from Starclan. She told the Leader, who immediately told the medicine cat what had happened. After many days of contemplation and gentle nudges from the Medicine Cat, Snakepaw was finally convinced of her path and was named Medicine Cat apprentice. At first, she enjoyed her work, taking pride in her skill at finding, sorting, and other herb chores. But when the day came that her skills were finally needed....Snakepaw froze. All she could think of was the horrible morning when she found her brothers dead as the Medicine cat brought in the first victim of the snow: A nearly frozen kit. All she could do was stare dumbly as the kit slipped away....the first cat who had died in her care. Since then, she vowed never to let a kit die when she could have prevented it.
When the Medicine Cat finally went to join the elders, Snakecharm (who had earned her name after finding a lifesaving herb mixture for a horrible bout of Black cough) is finally settling into life as the new medicine cat.
Role-Playing Example:
The moon was her disco ball, the hard rock beneath her paws was her dance floor. The soft calls of the night birds and the wind whistling over the stone was her beat; was her music. Her soft swinging gate and carefree lilt of her bodice was her dance, her choreographed movement. The steady bass of the rain against the stone mingled with the voices of the shadows.
The night club had opened, but none dared to dance with the femme. The she-cat needed no one. She didn't need a partner to dance...she only needed herself and the music. A few wary spectators never hurt...but hey, on this particular night, would anyone venture into the shadows to watch the show?
Other Notes: I usually have a song that I base all of my characters off of... Snakecharms inspiration comes from:
Seether feat. Amy Lee - Broken
and
Mandy Moore - Only Hope (A Walk to Remember)
Picture:
Age: Just reached 19 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: StormClan
Position: Medicine Cat
Personality:
Snakecharm isn't your typical happy-go-lucky, bouncy, bubbly she-cat. Quite the opposite, in fact. Only a fool would dare to challenge the word of this short tempered femme. With a sharp tongue and even sharper claws, she is a formidable opponent in battle...even if her path is in healing and peace. She is not afraid to speak her mind, and often offends even the most willing warriors.
However, there is a softer side to this incredible cat, though few see it. Snakecharm often regrets becoming a medicine cat, wishing she could go back and pursue the life of a warrior. But something always brings her back to it...weather its the smell of pain that reminds her of her job, or the fact that she can't go back, no matter how much she wants too.
Cat Description:
White, satin fur like freshly fallen snow on a sunlit morning covers her chest, paws, muzzle and legs. Dark brown with hints of red in the classic tabby pattern drapes over her back, always freshly clean and shiny like polished mahogany. Medium length, incredibly fine and extremely soft...most cats would give anything for the near perfection of her peltage.
Eyes of a piercing pale amber, flecked with soft tawny. They are said to resemble the scales of an adder sunning on river stone. Some say they hold the sadness of one with a broken heart...but no one will know for sure. The depths of Snakecharm's gaze seems endless...constantly riddled with the confusing swirl of Starclans whispers.
History:
Born a healthy, happy kit....Snakekit was just like every other youngster in the nursery. Playful, bouncy...full of life. She enjoyed rough housing, getting into mischief, and other general chaos that young kits seem to be drawn too. She grew quickly, and being the only she-kit in a litter of 3, she was constantly fussed over. Born in late leaf-fall, the nights became colder and colder...until one morning, she and her mother found her two brothers frozen to death in the frost. Her mother went into such a grief she stopped caring for Snakekit completly... The other queens were finally able to break through to her and show her that her last remaining kit needed her, but Snakekit's mother was never the same again.
When Snakekit was finally apprenticed, she began training to be a warrior. But that soon changed as she received her first message from Starclan. She told the Leader, who immediately told the medicine cat what had happened. After many days of contemplation and gentle nudges from the Medicine Cat, Snakepaw was finally convinced of her path and was named Medicine Cat apprentice. At first, she enjoyed her work, taking pride in her skill at finding, sorting, and other herb chores. But when the day came that her skills were finally needed....Snakepaw froze. All she could think of was the horrible morning when she found her brothers dead as the Medicine cat brought in the first victim of the snow: A nearly frozen kit. All she could do was stare dumbly as the kit slipped away....the first cat who had died in her care. Since then, she vowed never to let a kit die when she could have prevented it.
When the Medicine Cat finally went to join the elders, Snakecharm (who had earned her name after finding a lifesaving herb mixture for a horrible bout of Black cough) is finally settling into life as the new medicine cat.
Role-Playing Example:
The moon was her disco ball, the hard rock beneath her paws was her dance floor. The soft calls of the night birds and the wind whistling over the stone was her beat; was her music. Her soft swinging gate and carefree lilt of her bodice was her dance, her choreographed movement. The steady bass of the rain against the stone mingled with the voices of the shadows.
The night club had opened, but none dared to dance with the femme. The she-cat needed no one. She didn't need a partner to dance...she only needed herself and the music. A few wary spectators never hurt...but hey, on this particular night, would anyone venture into the shadows to watch the show?
Other Notes: I usually have a song that I base all of my characters off of... Snakecharms inspiration comes from:
Seether feat. Amy Lee - Broken
and
Mandy Moore - Only Hope (A Walk to Remember)
Picture:
