Post by Barktail on Aug 9, 2007 11:19:18 GMT -5
Cat's Name: Morningpaw
Gender:she-cat
Age:9 moons
Rank:Apprentice Medicine Cat
Clan:Lightning Clan (said in title)
Personality:Calm and gentle but is firm when caring for clan mates. She is a strong believer in StarClan and has already been sent several omens to her by starclan.
Appearance:Small golden furred she-cat and has amber stripes on her back and belly. She has warm amber eyes and naturally sharp claws.
History:Clan born cat that has always been loyal to her clan. Ever since she was a kit she has wanted to be a medicine cat and to help her clan mates when they need her. She was terribly excited when she was chosen as the apprentice medicine cat.
Example of Roleplay:Morningpaw got up early to check their store of chervil. "Darn it!" she murmered to herself when she realized they just had one root left. She got to her paws and went out to search for the sweet cloying scent of chervil. She returned later, discoraged when she hadn't been able to find any. She picked a mouse from the pile of fresh prey and took it to the den. She finished it in several bites and then rested her head down on her paws and took a well needed nap.
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Gender:she-cat
Age:9 moons
Rank:Apprentice Medicine Cat
Clan:Lightning Clan (said in title)
Personality:Calm and gentle but is firm when caring for clan mates. She is a strong believer in StarClan and has already been sent several omens to her by starclan.
Appearance:Small golden furred she-cat and has amber stripes on her back and belly. She has warm amber eyes and naturally sharp claws.
History:Clan born cat that has always been loyal to her clan. Ever since she was a kit she has wanted to be a medicine cat and to help her clan mates when they need her. She was terribly excited when she was chosen as the apprentice medicine cat.
Example of Roleplay:Morningpaw got up early to check their store of chervil. "Darn it!" she murmered to herself when she realized they just had one root left. She got to her paws and went out to search for the sweet cloying scent of chervil. She returned later, discoraged when she hadn't been able to find any. She picked a mouse from the pile of fresh prey and took it to the den. She finished it in several bites and then rested her head down on her paws and took a well needed nap.
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