Post by chewyorphan on Apr 6, 2010 21:32:53 GMT -5
Name:: Whitepaw
Gender:: Tom
Age:: 8 Moons Old
Clan/ Group:: Cloudclan
Position:: MeddiCat Apprentice
Description:: Pure white tom cat, skinny, sharp blue eyes
Personality::An arrogant fellow. He is short-tempered, but the smell of herbs can usually appease him enough to control himself, and the feeling of helping other cats in need inspires him to be a better Medicine Cat apprentice. He daydreams constantly, sometimes forgetting what he was supposed to do as well. He is completely moral and abides the Code thoroughly. He is very reluctant when it comes to fighting, so he does not make a great fighter.
Family:: Dawnkit (Sister - Deceased), Burrowkit (Brother - Deceased)
History:: He used to be a loving, caring kit, and always played with his two littermates in their younger days. However, they were both taken away during their first, harsh leafbare together, with him being the only one to survive out of the three. As a result, he became depressed over them (and arrogant), and continues to remember them all the time. He does not like to fight due to his fear of causing more pain to others, the same pain as he felt when he lost his own kin. During his apprenticeship, he gladly accepted the role of a Medicine Cat apprentice, hoping to learn more about herbs and how to treat patients. The scent of herbs reminds him of his sister Dawnkit, who used to always explore and venture through the medicine cat den without permission. He had learned a good amount of the herbs already, but not all of them yet.
RolePlay Sample:: Whitepaw rummaged through the medicine supplies to check for any missing herbs, as it was crucial to have a good variety of herbs in the den, his mentor taught him. After all, epidemics do spread quickly, and the smallest thing could sprout one... "Drat!I don't see any coltsfoot here...we might need some soon...I did hear some of the kits coughing earlier..." he murmured so unclearly that only he himself could interpret his own words. I better check on the kits first to make sure they don't have small coughs while Whitetiger is busy checking up on the warriors... he quickly thought to himself. He then softly padded out of the den, heading toward the nursery.
Gender:: Tom
Age:: 8 Moons Old
Clan/ Group:: Cloudclan
Position:: MeddiCat Apprentice
Description:: Pure white tom cat, skinny, sharp blue eyes
Personality::An arrogant fellow. He is short-tempered, but the smell of herbs can usually appease him enough to control himself, and the feeling of helping other cats in need inspires him to be a better Medicine Cat apprentice. He daydreams constantly, sometimes forgetting what he was supposed to do as well. He is completely moral and abides the Code thoroughly. He is very reluctant when it comes to fighting, so he does not make a great fighter.
Family:: Dawnkit (Sister - Deceased), Burrowkit (Brother - Deceased)
History:: He used to be a loving, caring kit, and always played with his two littermates in their younger days. However, they were both taken away during their first, harsh leafbare together, with him being the only one to survive out of the three. As a result, he became depressed over them (and arrogant), and continues to remember them all the time. He does not like to fight due to his fear of causing more pain to others, the same pain as he felt when he lost his own kin. During his apprenticeship, he gladly accepted the role of a Medicine Cat apprentice, hoping to learn more about herbs and how to treat patients. The scent of herbs reminds him of his sister Dawnkit, who used to always explore and venture through the medicine cat den without permission. He had learned a good amount of the herbs already, but not all of them yet.
RolePlay Sample:: Whitepaw rummaged through the medicine supplies to check for any missing herbs, as it was crucial to have a good variety of herbs in the den, his mentor taught him. After all, epidemics do spread quickly, and the smallest thing could sprout one... "Drat!I don't see any coltsfoot here...we might need some soon...I did hear some of the kits coughing earlier..." he murmured so unclearly that only he himself could interpret his own words. I better check on the kits first to make sure they don't have small coughs while Whitetiger is busy checking up on the warriors... he quickly thought to himself. He then softly padded out of the den, heading toward the nursery.