Post by wildclaw on Dec 7, 2007 21:49:58 GMT -5
Name: Mosspaw
Age: 7 moons
Gender: Male
Clan: StormClan
Position: Medicine cat apprentice, please
Personality: Usually very quiet, and normally doesn't like alot of attention. He's sweet and caring, but not as courageous as his littermates. He is very hard to get upset though, he has a tough side too(which is rarely ever used.). Loves to play-fight on occasion, but not really most of the time. His littermates don't know why he's like this, but he doesn't care. For a little guy he tries to be very independent.
Cat description: He has small ears and a long, curly tail. His fur is a brown with black hairs here and there. His eyes are a moss-green color. His paws are bigger than they should be, and is nose is a light pink. His tail is tipped with white. His teeth are pearly-white and his claws are small.
History: Young Mosspaw was born and raised in Stormclan. His mother was a warrior, his father the deputy. He looked up to his dad, always wanted to be like him. One day, his dad was badly injured, but the medicine cat saved him. Mosspaw knew he had to bed a medicine cat, no matter what. He never wanted to join his litter-mates, they were always play-fighting. He did like to hunt, but a different kind of hunting, hunting for herbs! He was too busy thinking about being a medicine cat to play-fight, prefering to stick without unsheathing his claws at all.
Role-playing example: Mosspaw raced through the dense forest, his mouth full of awful tasting herbs. He wanted to spit out the wretched plants, but had to continue trekking through the woodland. His mentor had asked him that morning, "could you please go get some herbs?"
Mosspaw did as he was bidden, and had set out to find the herb he was told to find.
He was growing weary, and his legs ached terribly. He saw the camp, and jumped for joy.
He raced into camp happily, now that his terrible task was done. He looked back into the now darkening wood and smiled
"I win," he said to the forest.
Age: 7 moons
Gender: Male
Clan: StormClan
Position: Medicine cat apprentice, please
Personality: Usually very quiet, and normally doesn't like alot of attention. He's sweet and caring, but not as courageous as his littermates. He is very hard to get upset though, he has a tough side too(which is rarely ever used.). Loves to play-fight on occasion, but not really most of the time. His littermates don't know why he's like this, but he doesn't care. For a little guy he tries to be very independent.
Cat description: He has small ears and a long, curly tail. His fur is a brown with black hairs here and there. His eyes are a moss-green color. His paws are bigger than they should be, and is nose is a light pink. His tail is tipped with white. His teeth are pearly-white and his claws are small.
History: Young Mosspaw was born and raised in Stormclan. His mother was a warrior, his father the deputy. He looked up to his dad, always wanted to be like him. One day, his dad was badly injured, but the medicine cat saved him. Mosspaw knew he had to bed a medicine cat, no matter what. He never wanted to join his litter-mates, they were always play-fighting. He did like to hunt, but a different kind of hunting, hunting for herbs! He was too busy thinking about being a medicine cat to play-fight, prefering to stick without unsheathing his claws at all.
Role-playing example: Mosspaw raced through the dense forest, his mouth full of awful tasting herbs. He wanted to spit out the wretched plants, but had to continue trekking through the woodland. His mentor had asked him that morning, "could you please go get some herbs?"
Mosspaw did as he was bidden, and had set out to find the herb he was told to find.
He was growing weary, and his legs ached terribly. He saw the camp, and jumped for joy.
He raced into camp happily, now that his terrible task was done. He looked back into the now darkening wood and smiled
"I win," he said to the forest.