Post by ~.:Firefeather:.~ on May 29, 2013 17:40:04 GMT -6
Name: Dapplepaw
Rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice.
Clan: ThunderClan
Age: 6 moons
Gender: She-cat
Appearance: Dapplepaw has a rather delicate appearance, resembling a pampered house-cat more than a clan cat. Her fur is feathery soft, fluffing up all over her body, even between her paws. It is, for the most part, a very dark tabby, almost seeming black at some parts. On her face and paws, it's easier to see that she's a brown tabby with black stripes, but those aren't the only colors on her. Orange flames weave around her paws and lick at the white spots on her chest and nose. Her eyes are rather large and a bright yellow color. She's all around small, with tiny, white stocking paws and a light step.
Personality: Dapplepaw, at first glance, seems like the perfect medicine cat. She's smart and has a talent for memorizing herbs and their uses. She moves and talks and oozes confidence. She's a perfectionist. She keeps her calm and is generally level-headed. Unfortunately, she's only level-headed in situations that deal with treating patients who are in major trouble, and even that's something she's still having to grow into. She has a vastly different personality for cats who come into the den after a battle and those who come in after stepping on a thorn. She is, however, efficient and swift in her treatment methods. Well, at least, she's starting to be. She's still pretty new to this whole medicine cat thing.
The problems that arise stem from how easily her confidence turns to thingyiness, her intelligence to manipulative cleverness, and how quick she can go from cheerful to annoyed. If her patients aren't reacting the way she wants, she'll either to one of two things depending on her mood. If she's in a good, patient mood, she'll try to manipulate them into doing what she wants. If she's in a bad mood, she'll snap at them. She likes things to go her way, and if they don't, she does something about them. She's also stubborn and has a problem with thinking her way is best. She can be a bit mischievous at times, but it's all in good fun, and she definitely likes having fun.
She does, however, love being a medicine cat. Despite how she sometimes comes off, she wouldn't give it up for anything in the world, and it is her one true love. She has a gift for it, as most medicine cats do.
History: Dapplepaw was well-aquainted with the medicine cat's den as a kit. She was part of her parent's last litter and was an unplanned surprise. They had decided not to have anymore kits, when her mother, Shadowflame, found out that she was pregnant. Her father, Firewhisker, was not happy, but he remained faithfully by his mate's side.
Everyone knew that Shadowflame was getting too old for kits. The closer she got to the end of her pregnancy, the more worried everyone got. She simply didn't seem healthy. When her kits were born, she died. She had two daughter. One was perfectly healthy, if not a bit small. This was Dapplekit. Her sister wasn't so lucky. She was too small, and her cries were too weak. She was a gray tabby with one orange dot on her head, and her name was Flamekit, in honor of her mother.
Flamekit lived, at least for a little while. She spent most of her time, when not eating, in the medicine cat's den, where she was given peace and quiet away from the other rambunctious kits. It seemed like every sound hurt her sensitive ears, and the medicine cat needed to keep an eye on her, so it was the perfect place.
Dapplekit stayed by her side. She watched as cats came in, complaining about thorns and scrapes while her sister was dying, and she was angry at those cats, but at the same time, her heart wrenched whenever she saw someone truly suffering. She wanted to help. She had simply watched as her sister died one moon before her apprenticeship. What if she could of stopped it? Not to mention, she hadn't grown up immersed in stories of blood and glory and the games and excitement that normal kits held in anticipation of their apprenticeship. She only got brief glimpses of that life while drinking her milk or fetching fresh-kill. Instead, she was surrounded by sweet smelling herbs and the after-effects of battles, and the world outside of that was so very unlike her own. So, she decided, that's where she would stay.
Secrete Word: well... since i made the rules...
Rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice.
Clan: ThunderClan
Age: 6 moons
Gender: She-cat
Appearance: Dapplepaw has a rather delicate appearance, resembling a pampered house-cat more than a clan cat. Her fur is feathery soft, fluffing up all over her body, even between her paws. It is, for the most part, a very dark tabby, almost seeming black at some parts. On her face and paws, it's easier to see that she's a brown tabby with black stripes, but those aren't the only colors on her. Orange flames weave around her paws and lick at the white spots on her chest and nose. Her eyes are rather large and a bright yellow color. She's all around small, with tiny, white stocking paws and a light step.
Personality: Dapplepaw, at first glance, seems like the perfect medicine cat. She's smart and has a talent for memorizing herbs and their uses. She moves and talks and oozes confidence. She's a perfectionist. She keeps her calm and is generally level-headed. Unfortunately, she's only level-headed in situations that deal with treating patients who are in major trouble, and even that's something she's still having to grow into. She has a vastly different personality for cats who come into the den after a battle and those who come in after stepping on a thorn. She is, however, efficient and swift in her treatment methods. Well, at least, she's starting to be. She's still pretty new to this whole medicine cat thing.
The problems that arise stem from how easily her confidence turns to thingyiness, her intelligence to manipulative cleverness, and how quick she can go from cheerful to annoyed. If her patients aren't reacting the way she wants, she'll either to one of two things depending on her mood. If she's in a good, patient mood, she'll try to manipulate them into doing what she wants. If she's in a bad mood, she'll snap at them. She likes things to go her way, and if they don't, she does something about them. She's also stubborn and has a problem with thinking her way is best. She can be a bit mischievous at times, but it's all in good fun, and she definitely likes having fun.
She does, however, love being a medicine cat. Despite how she sometimes comes off, she wouldn't give it up for anything in the world, and it is her one true love. She has a gift for it, as most medicine cats do.
History: Dapplepaw was well-aquainted with the medicine cat's den as a kit. She was part of her parent's last litter and was an unplanned surprise. They had decided not to have anymore kits, when her mother, Shadowflame, found out that she was pregnant. Her father, Firewhisker, was not happy, but he remained faithfully by his mate's side.
Everyone knew that Shadowflame was getting too old for kits. The closer she got to the end of her pregnancy, the more worried everyone got. She simply didn't seem healthy. When her kits were born, she died. She had two daughter. One was perfectly healthy, if not a bit small. This was Dapplekit. Her sister wasn't so lucky. She was too small, and her cries were too weak. She was a gray tabby with one orange dot on her head, and her name was Flamekit, in honor of her mother.
Flamekit lived, at least for a little while. She spent most of her time, when not eating, in the medicine cat's den, where she was given peace and quiet away from the other rambunctious kits. It seemed like every sound hurt her sensitive ears, and the medicine cat needed to keep an eye on her, so it was the perfect place.
Dapplekit stayed by her side. She watched as cats came in, complaining about thorns and scrapes while her sister was dying, and she was angry at those cats, but at the same time, her heart wrenched whenever she saw someone truly suffering. She wanted to help. She had simply watched as her sister died one moon before her apprenticeship. What if she could of stopped it? Not to mention, she hadn't grown up immersed in stories of blood and glory and the games and excitement that normal kits held in anticipation of their apprenticeship. She only got brief glimpses of that life while drinking her milk or fetching fresh-kill. Instead, she was surrounded by sweet smelling herbs and the after-effects of battles, and the world outside of that was so very unlike her own. So, she decided, that's where she would stay.
Secrete Word: well... since i made the rules...
