Post by Swiftpath on Nov 3, 2009 15:45:45 GMT -5
Name: Swiftpath
Age: 11 moons
Gender: Female (She-cat)
Clan: MoonClan
Clan Position: Medicine cat
Appearance: Swiftpath has a long flowing Dark brown coat, with darker brown tabby stripes. She also has light amber eyes that always seem to shimmer in daylight. Swiftpath has a long and fluffy tail that is tipped with black. Swiftpath's ears are quite large for a cat's, her hears are also black tipped. She has a small, yet visible white dot on her forehead, which was not originally there. The dot was rested on her forehead when she had her dream (See History) . This was to remind her of the path she must take.
Personality: Since Swiftpath is a medicine cat, she has the personality traits of Kindness and Gentleness. Which most medicine cats seem to have. And ever since her horrid incident with a kit, ((See history)) she has that special soft spot for kits. And since kithood, she has taken a special interest in elders. But this sweet she-cat has always been one hyper tabby, for when she was an apprentice, she would usually play with the kits instead of going to collect mouse bile. But who wouldn't do that?
Family: ::Waiting for more members::
History: Swiftkit was always different, she never wanted to play 'Kill the Dog' or 'Tackle the Intruder'. She always wanted to go to the Elder's den for stories, either that, or to the Medicine den. Now, she would play with her siblings, but only games like 'Moss Toss.' The old medicine cat, Tigerstripe, knew that she was going to end up as his apprentice. To show that she was supposed to take the path of a medicine cat, StarClan went to her in a dream, A cream she-cat named Creamwhisker, told her that it was her destiny.
Now as an apprentice, Swiftpaw learned very quickly, but she did make many mistakes along the way. One of them being her leaving a kit alone in the nursery, and the kit eating two deathberries. But luckily it survived. After that incident, Swiftpaw always had a soft spot for kits.
Tigerstripe named her Swiftpath, in honor for the dream that showed her that this was the right path for her to take. Her mentor moved to the Elders den, and now Swiftpath had all the Knowledge a Medicine cat could know, And now her life takes off from there...
Picture:
Mate: Not allowed.
Other:
Roleplay Samlple:
Swiftpath emerged from her den, the sun blazing in the sky. This was unusual for her, since she usually got up in the middle of the night usually to watch the glistening white stars. The tabby she-cat walked out of her cozy den to start her usuall routine of an ordinary day. Swiftpath bounded toward the fresh-kill pile in the middle of the clearing, which was pathetically low.
"Those lazy furball warriors, always trying to get out of hunting." she chuckled quietly to herself. Instead of eating though, she ran out to go hunting, which was too unusual for a medicine cat. It seemed as if she had only taken one step out of the camp when there was a rustle in the bushes. Instinctively Swiftpath leaped toward the bush, quickly she dug her clean claws into rabbit flesh.
"Great!" she cried out loud.
Swiftpath picked up the plump rabbit in her jaws and padded back into camp, put the rabbit on the pile and grabbed herself a mouse. The tabby bounded back into her den to eat and rest after hard day, well, hard work to her, anyway.
Age: 11 moons
Gender: Female (She-cat)
Clan: MoonClan
Clan Position: Medicine cat
Appearance: Swiftpath has a long flowing Dark brown coat, with darker brown tabby stripes. She also has light amber eyes that always seem to shimmer in daylight. Swiftpath has a long and fluffy tail that is tipped with black. Swiftpath's ears are quite large for a cat's, her hears are also black tipped. She has a small, yet visible white dot on her forehead, which was not originally there. The dot was rested on her forehead when she had her dream (See History) . This was to remind her of the path she must take.
Personality: Since Swiftpath is a medicine cat, she has the personality traits of Kindness and Gentleness. Which most medicine cats seem to have. And ever since her horrid incident with a kit, ((See history)) she has that special soft spot for kits. And since kithood, she has taken a special interest in elders. But this sweet she-cat has always been one hyper tabby, for when she was an apprentice, she would usually play with the kits instead of going to collect mouse bile. But who wouldn't do that?
Family: ::Waiting for more members::
History: Swiftkit was always different, she never wanted to play 'Kill the Dog' or 'Tackle the Intruder'. She always wanted to go to the Elder's den for stories, either that, or to the Medicine den. Now, she would play with her siblings, but only games like 'Moss Toss.' The old medicine cat, Tigerstripe, knew that she was going to end up as his apprentice. To show that she was supposed to take the path of a medicine cat, StarClan went to her in a dream, A cream she-cat named Creamwhisker, told her that it was her destiny.
Now as an apprentice, Swiftpaw learned very quickly, but she did make many mistakes along the way. One of them being her leaving a kit alone in the nursery, and the kit eating two deathberries. But luckily it survived. After that incident, Swiftpaw always had a soft spot for kits.
Tigerstripe named her Swiftpath, in honor for the dream that showed her that this was the right path for her to take. Her mentor moved to the Elders den, and now Swiftpath had all the Knowledge a Medicine cat could know, And now her life takes off from there...
Picture:
Mate: Not allowed.
Other:
Roleplay Samlple:
Swiftpath emerged from her den, the sun blazing in the sky. This was unusual for her, since she usually got up in the middle of the night usually to watch the glistening white stars. The tabby she-cat walked out of her cozy den to start her usuall routine of an ordinary day. Swiftpath bounded toward the fresh-kill pile in the middle of the clearing, which was pathetically low.
"Those lazy furball warriors, always trying to get out of hunting." she chuckled quietly to herself. Instead of eating though, she ran out to go hunting, which was too unusual for a medicine cat. It seemed as if she had only taken one step out of the camp when there was a rustle in the bushes. Instinctively Swiftpath leaped toward the bush, quickly she dug her clean claws into rabbit flesh.
"Great!" she cried out loud.
Swiftpath picked up the plump rabbit in her jaws and padded back into camp, put the rabbit on the pile and grabbed herself a mouse. The tabby bounded back into her den to eat and rest after hard day, well, hard work to her, anyway.
