Post by ~Raven~ on Jun 16, 2010 19:42:56 GMT -5
Name - Moonpelt
Age - 28 moons
Clan - Voidclan
Rank - Medicine cat
Gender - She-cat
Personality - Moonpelt is a very active cat, her mother is her very inspiration to every thing, even though she is not with her anymore. She was forced into the position of medicine cat and wants nothing more then to save EVERY living cat that comes into her office whether it be a thorn in his side or a gashing wound to the belly. Her desires and fears hold her accountable for her actions. When ever she is scared she puffs up like a balloon and acts brave but inside she is a tiny kitten that wants just to run around freely. She tries to strike fear into peoples hearts about the war between them. Some listen and most gawk at her for being stupid. Her motives are to survive and to help the clan survive but there is always an over hanging depression on her shoulders. Her mothers death wounded her and sometimes the pain becomes unbearable, and she has never taken the time to let go of it. She feels trapped most of the time and hopes to end this war with the wisdom of whatever is up in the ugly clouded sky. But for now she only wishes to serve her leader, And her clan.
Appearance -
History - Moonpelt was born on the eve of the new moon. Her mother was a proud warrior and a loving mother. She adored her mother, such a wise person she was and caring cat. Her mother still stuck to most of the warrior code from far long ago. She had not given up on it, even as a kit she did not kill for pleasure and pain but for honor and because that's what her leader told her to do. But enough about her mother. When Moonkit was a kit she was gifted with the inspiration of thoughts. She was thinking as soon as her mother gave her, her first drink of milk, or so she was told. Her mind was her own and she did thing on her own. Her first ever adventure was when she was 2 moons old, she left camp in search for a delicious smell of catnip. It grew just above the nursery and she didn't go very far. Her mother though sent out the whole clan practically looking for her. When she was apprenticed four moons later, because her mother taught her the warrior's code and she now follows it to the most she can, she wandered off again, but this time she ran into something that was not a dilly flower. it was a winter fox, the most weirdest fox she had ever seen and even from this day forward she hates the small of fox.After her sightings with the fox her mother was sent into battle and gravely injured. Sadly enough the medicine cat before her would not save her and told the leader himself that she was not important enough to live. When she became a warrior she didn't kill for her warrior status. Instead the leader found her gifts of healing more appealing then her fighting techniques, "she couldn't fight to save her life" He mused. So she found herself confided in the medicine cats den ever since with long lasting or short term injuries.
Roleplay Example - Wishing only for the sanctuary of her den. Moonpelt dragged her aching feet to camp. She had a bundle of scented herbs in her mouth. mixed together the scents made a lovely combination, she would have to remember that. Sad and gaunt looking she entered her private place, this was where all her dreams were made and out there broken. Moonpelt knew there would never be peace among the clans. Even with Skyclan and their ancestors trying to budge them. The little hope and prayer of peace fluttered through her mind. How happy she would be to be able to just see someone come in with just a measly cold or a thorn in their pads. But no. She had seen so many deaths in hr life that saving one felt like the world, her only world of which she felt happy. Happy and needed. With every waking moment she felt even more tired then before, but when a cat came in with the most painful injuries she had ever seen her mind would turn blank and her own body would just move on its own. She was build for saving people her mother used to tell her, not killing them. That's how all this started. Her beloved mother. "I wish she was here now..." she murmured to herself.
Age - 28 moons
Clan - Voidclan
Rank - Medicine cat
Gender - She-cat
Personality - Moonpelt is a very active cat, her mother is her very inspiration to every thing, even though she is not with her anymore. She was forced into the position of medicine cat and wants nothing more then to save EVERY living cat that comes into her office whether it be a thorn in his side or a gashing wound to the belly. Her desires and fears hold her accountable for her actions. When ever she is scared she puffs up like a balloon and acts brave but inside she is a tiny kitten that wants just to run around freely. She tries to strike fear into peoples hearts about the war between them. Some listen and most gawk at her for being stupid. Her motives are to survive and to help the clan survive but there is always an over hanging depression on her shoulders. Her mothers death wounded her and sometimes the pain becomes unbearable, and she has never taken the time to let go of it. She feels trapped most of the time and hopes to end this war with the wisdom of whatever is up in the ugly clouded sky. But for now she only wishes to serve her leader, And her clan.
Appearance -
History - Moonpelt was born on the eve of the new moon. Her mother was a proud warrior and a loving mother. She adored her mother, such a wise person she was and caring cat. Her mother still stuck to most of the warrior code from far long ago. She had not given up on it, even as a kit she did not kill for pleasure and pain but for honor and because that's what her leader told her to do. But enough about her mother. When Moonkit was a kit she was gifted with the inspiration of thoughts. She was thinking as soon as her mother gave her, her first drink of milk, or so she was told. Her mind was her own and she did thing on her own. Her first ever adventure was when she was 2 moons old, she left camp in search for a delicious smell of catnip. It grew just above the nursery and she didn't go very far. Her mother though sent out the whole clan practically looking for her. When she was apprenticed four moons later, because her mother taught her the warrior's code and she now follows it to the most she can, she wandered off again, but this time she ran into something that was not a dilly flower. it was a winter fox, the most weirdest fox she had ever seen and even from this day forward she hates the small of fox.After her sightings with the fox her mother was sent into battle and gravely injured. Sadly enough the medicine cat before her would not save her and told the leader himself that she was not important enough to live. When she became a warrior she didn't kill for her warrior status. Instead the leader found her gifts of healing more appealing then her fighting techniques, "she couldn't fight to save her life" He mused. So she found herself confided in the medicine cats den ever since with long lasting or short term injuries.
Roleplay Example - Wishing only for the sanctuary of her den. Moonpelt dragged her aching feet to camp. She had a bundle of scented herbs in her mouth. mixed together the scents made a lovely combination, she would have to remember that. Sad and gaunt looking she entered her private place, this was where all her dreams were made and out there broken. Moonpelt knew there would never be peace among the clans. Even with Skyclan and their ancestors trying to budge them. The little hope and prayer of peace fluttered through her mind. How happy she would be to be able to just see someone come in with just a measly cold or a thorn in their pads. But no. She had seen so many deaths in hr life that saving one felt like the world, her only world of which she felt happy. Happy and needed. With every waking moment she felt even more tired then before, but when a cat came in with the most painful injuries she had ever seen her mind would turn blank and her own body would just move on its own. She was build for saving people her mother used to tell her, not killing them. That's how all this started. Her beloved mother. "I wish she was here now..." she murmured to herself.
