Post by celticwind on Sept 23, 2010 16:11:32 GMT -5
Name: Celticwind
Gender: Tom
Age: 21 moons (5 season-cycles, 1 moons)
Rank in Clan: Medicine Cat of ShardClan
Description: A dark brown tabby tom of great size, with a white chest, muzzle and paws. It seems as if his amber-green eyes could stare through your soul. His tail is fluffy, but kinked from an accident suffered as a kit.
Picture: farm3.static.flickr.com/2020/2250026273_040cff9d81.jpg?v=0
Personality: Celticwind is a no-nonsense cat, who calmly deals with the emergencies dealt to him as the medicine cat. He is gentle but firm with panicked kits and apprentices and even more in control with queens worried over their kits. He may seem like he lets no-one inside his heart, but he care greatly for his clan.
Past: Celticwind's past is not a pretty one. His mother was killed by a twoleg monster when he was no older than four moons old and his littermates were taken by twolegs when they wandered too close to the thunderpath. He chose the medicine path after the old medicine cat, Oakleaf, saved his tail when it was caught in a rat trap. He became fascinated with herbs and healing thereafter. He came to his position too fast when Oakleaf passed away from a bought with greencough.
RP Example: Celticwind sat on the gentle roll of land that overlooked the shack where ShardClan had settled in only recently. His herbs sat beside him, waiting to be taken to the root-cave that was to become his new den. He looked up when he heard a soft mewl and saw two kits walking towards him, one limping heavily and leaning against its littermate. "What has happened, Emberkit?" He asked, standing and padding over, scooping the limping kit up in his jaws. "Brightkit was playing outside and stepped on one of those metal thorns." The young ginger kit reported. Celticwind set Brightkit down and nosed her paw. "It's not in the there anymore. And it's not bleeding. Give it a good lick while I get some marigold. Don't want that getting infected." He grunted over the soft rasp of the kit's tongue over her pad.
Gender: Tom
Age: 21 moons (5 season-cycles, 1 moons)
Rank in Clan: Medicine Cat of ShardClan
Description: A dark brown tabby tom of great size, with a white chest, muzzle and paws. It seems as if his amber-green eyes could stare through your soul. His tail is fluffy, but kinked from an accident suffered as a kit.
Picture: farm3.static.flickr.com/2020/2250026273_040cff9d81.jpg?v=0
Personality: Celticwind is a no-nonsense cat, who calmly deals with the emergencies dealt to him as the medicine cat. He is gentle but firm with panicked kits and apprentices and even more in control with queens worried over their kits. He may seem like he lets no-one inside his heart, but he care greatly for his clan.
Past: Celticwind's past is not a pretty one. His mother was killed by a twoleg monster when he was no older than four moons old and his littermates were taken by twolegs when they wandered too close to the thunderpath. He chose the medicine path after the old medicine cat, Oakleaf, saved his tail when it was caught in a rat trap. He became fascinated with herbs and healing thereafter. He came to his position too fast when Oakleaf passed away from a bought with greencough.
RP Example: Celticwind sat on the gentle roll of land that overlooked the shack where ShardClan had settled in only recently. His herbs sat beside him, waiting to be taken to the root-cave that was to become his new den. He looked up when he heard a soft mewl and saw two kits walking towards him, one limping heavily and leaning against its littermate. "What has happened, Emberkit?" He asked, standing and padding over, scooping the limping kit up in his jaws. "Brightkit was playing outside and stepped on one of those metal thorns." The young ginger kit reported. Celticwind set Brightkit down and nosed her paw. "It's not in the there anymore. And it's not bleeding. Give it a good lick while I get some marigold. Don't want that getting infected." He grunted over the soft rasp of the kit's tongue over her pad.