Post by shapeshifter99 on Mar 31, 2012 10:27:06 GMT -5
Name:: Shadowkit/Shadowpaw/Shadowvine
Gender:: Male
Age:: 4 years old (48 moons)
Clan/ Group:: Windclan
Postion:: Medecine Cat /Medicine Cat Apprentice if unavailable
Description:: Shadowvine is a relatively thin and tall cat with a gray pelt so dark it appears almost black. Along his back and flanks are strange vine-like patterns, hence his warrior name Darkvine. His eyes are a deep cerulean blue with flecks of gold around the pupils.
Personality:: Shadowvine is a quiet and thoughtful cat that doesn't like to talk often. Most cats who meet him would describe him as being cold and uncaring, but in fact, he merely wishes for the best of the clan. With most cats from enemy clans he is reserved, but will open up to his fellow medicine cats, while staying loyal to Windclan of course!
Family:: Soulwing, Leafecho and Inksplash (sisters)
Oceanpelt(father, deceased)
Softsun (mother, deceased)
History:: Shadowvine was born into a litter of four, being the only tom. Thankfully, he had other friends besides his sisters, but he was always closest to them than any other cat. Contrary to his littermates strong convictions to be warriors, the small dark cat with the blue eyes wanted to learn how to heal and share dreams with Starclan. His first dream from them warned of dogs from the moor attacking the camp. He told all of his clanmates, but none except his family believed him. So when the dogs attacked in the middle of the night and his parents were killed, Shadowkit was chosen to be a medicine cat. Unfortunately, to him the price was to high, making him reclusive and lonely. The only time he ever seemed to open up to anyone was his sisters, Soulwing, Leafecho and Inksplash. To this day, he regrets not trying to make everyone believe him, fearing it was his fault his parents were killed.
RolePlay Sample:: Shadowvine opened his eyes lazily, the sunlight shining on his dark pelt, making his strange markings more prominent. The medicine cat got out of his nest before stretching his legs until they trembled. Squinting, he could make out the Windclan camp through the shadows of the den, the strong scents of herbs tickling his nose. Darkvine padded out, his eyes glued onto the freshkill pile. Stomach grumbling loudly, he spotted a small but plump rabbit on the top of the heaping pile. He picked it up in his jaws before giving a nod to the deputy, who was organizing patrols, and trotted back to the shade of his den. He ate quickly, the tom ready to start healing any cats that came to him. Fortunately, accidents and sickness had been few, so he wasn't too worried about a busy day, but it was best to be ready all the same. As he thought this, he finished his rabbit and stood up, licking his lips to catch the last bits of rabbit flavor. His ears twitched. Nobody was screaming at him to go help a cat, so he padded to the back of the den to sort through herbs and to see what needed to be restocked. As he pawed through the herbs, he muttered their names under his breath.
"Celandine, poppy seeds, coltsfoot... Ah, I need marigold. Burdock root, borage, feverfew, thyme..." His voice faltered slightly as he came across a few deathberries. Making a disgusted expression, the medicine cat quickly wrapped the vile things in a leaf and shoved it to the back of the store. He hated to use them, but if a cat was on the brink of death, deathberries would be the thing to save them. Shuddering slightly at the thought of a cat being so close to death, Shadowvine padded out of his den and through the camp entrance. He needed to wash his paws before going to get some marigold.
Gender:: Male
Age:: 4 years old (48 moons)
Clan/ Group:: Windclan
Postion:: Medecine Cat /Medicine Cat Apprentice if unavailable
Description:: Shadowvine is a relatively thin and tall cat with a gray pelt so dark it appears almost black. Along his back and flanks are strange vine-like patterns, hence his warrior name Darkvine. His eyes are a deep cerulean blue with flecks of gold around the pupils.
Personality:: Shadowvine is a quiet and thoughtful cat that doesn't like to talk often. Most cats who meet him would describe him as being cold and uncaring, but in fact, he merely wishes for the best of the clan. With most cats from enemy clans he is reserved, but will open up to his fellow medicine cats, while staying loyal to Windclan of course!
Family:: Soulwing, Leafecho and Inksplash (sisters)
Oceanpelt(father, deceased)
Softsun (mother, deceased)
History:: Shadowvine was born into a litter of four, being the only tom. Thankfully, he had other friends besides his sisters, but he was always closest to them than any other cat. Contrary to his littermates strong convictions to be warriors, the small dark cat with the blue eyes wanted to learn how to heal and share dreams with Starclan. His first dream from them warned of dogs from the moor attacking the camp. He told all of his clanmates, but none except his family believed him. So when the dogs attacked in the middle of the night and his parents were killed, Shadowkit was chosen to be a medicine cat. Unfortunately, to him the price was to high, making him reclusive and lonely. The only time he ever seemed to open up to anyone was his sisters, Soulwing, Leafecho and Inksplash. To this day, he regrets not trying to make everyone believe him, fearing it was his fault his parents were killed.
RolePlay Sample:: Shadowvine opened his eyes lazily, the sunlight shining on his dark pelt, making his strange markings more prominent. The medicine cat got out of his nest before stretching his legs until they trembled. Squinting, he could make out the Windclan camp through the shadows of the den, the strong scents of herbs tickling his nose. Darkvine padded out, his eyes glued onto the freshkill pile. Stomach grumbling loudly, he spotted a small but plump rabbit on the top of the heaping pile. He picked it up in his jaws before giving a nod to the deputy, who was organizing patrols, and trotted back to the shade of his den. He ate quickly, the tom ready to start healing any cats that came to him. Fortunately, accidents and sickness had been few, so he wasn't too worried about a busy day, but it was best to be ready all the same. As he thought this, he finished his rabbit and stood up, licking his lips to catch the last bits of rabbit flavor. His ears twitched. Nobody was screaming at him to go help a cat, so he padded to the back of the den to sort through herbs and to see what needed to be restocked. As he pawed through the herbs, he muttered their names under his breath.
"Celandine, poppy seeds, coltsfoot... Ah, I need marigold. Burdock root, borage, feverfew, thyme..." His voice faltered slightly as he came across a few deathberries. Making a disgusted expression, the medicine cat quickly wrapped the vile things in a leaf and shoved it to the back of the store. He hated to use them, but if a cat was on the brink of death, deathberries would be the thing to save them. Shuddering slightly at the thought of a cat being so close to death, Shadowvine padded out of his den and through the camp entrance. He needed to wash his paws before going to get some marigold.
