Post by gingertail113 on Jun 13, 2009 20:48:08 GMT -5
{Name} Gingerpaw
{Rank} Medicine Cat Apprentice
{Clan} RiverClan
{Age} 6 moons
{Gender} She-Cat
{Personality} Gingerpaw is a gentle and kind she-cat, but when she has to be, she is fierce. Her nose is fine-tuned to sniffing out certain things like the different herbs in a bundle of ten without pressing her face into them. Gingerpaw is hyper and sometimes she just gets angry, so her favorite thing to do is to go out of the camp and just gather herbs for a bit to calm her senses, and to give her time to think. Gingerpaw also loves playing with the other apprentices. Gingerpaw is a mix of emotions, but around other cats she is helpful and polite, not talking much until she gets to know a cat. For the most part, she is calm, but sometimes she can get really steamed. Gingerpaw spends all the time she can building her muscles and excersizing to keep herself fit.
{Appearance} Gingerpaw's pelt is pale ginger with dark ginger stripes running down her body. She also has a dark ginger arrow on her forehead. Gingerpaw's paws and the tip of her tail are white instead of ginger like the rest of her fur. Gingerpaw's eyes are amber, and almost the same color as her fur, but a bit darker. Her ears are small but flexible, twisting fast and far when a noise is heard. Her ears are always pricked high picking up all the noises she can. She has a pointed face with two dark ginger stripes running from the tips of her eyes down the side of her face. She has a sleek coat, but her tail is fluffy. Gingerpaw is generally small, making it easy for her to hide when needed. Gingerpaw's claws are sharp as thorns, and can rip through anything without any effort at all. Gingerpaw also has a pretty good build, always exercising. When she is doing something like hunting where she moves a lot, you can see the muscles rippling under her glossy pelt.
{History} When Gingerpaw was a kit, about 1 moon old, just learning how to walk, she fell into a river. She was almost drowned in the icy depths of the water, and was sure she was done for when another cat saved her. She didn't go back to the water for a good two moons, but eventually decided to go into a shallow pool. With her adopted mother's guidence, she swam slowly, and grew to love the water. Now she swims every time she passes a stream and has the time. Also, when Gingerpaw was just born, her real mother couldn't take it and died. Gingerpaw was supposed to be one of three kits, but the other two died with her mother, still inside her belly, and never witnessing the outside world. They kept Gingerpaw's mother around for seven days, and Gingerpaw was just opening her eyes. She only got a small glimpse of a memory of her mother, and held onto that forever. She was very close to her father after that, and was suckled by another queen until she was old enough to eat by herself. Gingerpaw's mother had died because there was no medicine cat around to help her give birth, so Gingerpaw always wanted to be the medicine cat apprentice so the same thing could not happen to another cat.
{RP Example} Gingerpaw sleepily opened one eye. Her stomach was twisting in pain, and for a moment, she couldn't remember why. Then she remembered, her apprentice ceremony, meeting her mentor, hearing the whole clan call out her name: "Gingerpaw, Gingerpaw, Gingerpaw!" She had been exausted after that and hadn't even grabbed any fresh kill. With another agonizing spasm of pain, she got up and sleepily dragged herself to the fresh kill pile. She picked out the fattest, juciest vole there, and walked over to an oak tree to eat. As soon as she bit into the vole, flavor exploded into her mouth. She could taste the slightly salty blood and all the other juicy flavors of the vole. She had only had vole one other time in her life, and that time the vole had been thin, scrawny, and tough, making it disgusting to eat. When she had picked its bones until they were pearly white, she got up and walked over to the den to sleep again.
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{Rank} Medicine Cat Apprentice
{Clan} RiverClan
{Age} 6 moons
{Gender} She-Cat
{Personality} Gingerpaw is a gentle and kind she-cat, but when she has to be, she is fierce. Her nose is fine-tuned to sniffing out certain things like the different herbs in a bundle of ten without pressing her face into them. Gingerpaw is hyper and sometimes she just gets angry, so her favorite thing to do is to go out of the camp and just gather herbs for a bit to calm her senses, and to give her time to think. Gingerpaw also loves playing with the other apprentices. Gingerpaw is a mix of emotions, but around other cats she is helpful and polite, not talking much until she gets to know a cat. For the most part, she is calm, but sometimes she can get really steamed. Gingerpaw spends all the time she can building her muscles and excersizing to keep herself fit.
{Appearance} Gingerpaw's pelt is pale ginger with dark ginger stripes running down her body. She also has a dark ginger arrow on her forehead. Gingerpaw's paws and the tip of her tail are white instead of ginger like the rest of her fur. Gingerpaw's eyes are amber, and almost the same color as her fur, but a bit darker. Her ears are small but flexible, twisting fast and far when a noise is heard. Her ears are always pricked high picking up all the noises she can. She has a pointed face with two dark ginger stripes running from the tips of her eyes down the side of her face. She has a sleek coat, but her tail is fluffy. Gingerpaw is generally small, making it easy for her to hide when needed. Gingerpaw's claws are sharp as thorns, and can rip through anything without any effort at all. Gingerpaw also has a pretty good build, always exercising. When she is doing something like hunting where she moves a lot, you can see the muscles rippling under her glossy pelt.
{History} When Gingerpaw was a kit, about 1 moon old, just learning how to walk, she fell into a river. She was almost drowned in the icy depths of the water, and was sure she was done for when another cat saved her. She didn't go back to the water for a good two moons, but eventually decided to go into a shallow pool. With her adopted mother's guidence, she swam slowly, and grew to love the water. Now she swims every time she passes a stream and has the time. Also, when Gingerpaw was just born, her real mother couldn't take it and died. Gingerpaw was supposed to be one of three kits, but the other two died with her mother, still inside her belly, and never witnessing the outside world. They kept Gingerpaw's mother around for seven days, and Gingerpaw was just opening her eyes. She only got a small glimpse of a memory of her mother, and held onto that forever. She was very close to her father after that, and was suckled by another queen until she was old enough to eat by herself. Gingerpaw's mother had died because there was no medicine cat around to help her give birth, so Gingerpaw always wanted to be the medicine cat apprentice so the same thing could not happen to another cat.
{RP Example} Gingerpaw sleepily opened one eye. Her stomach was twisting in pain, and for a moment, she couldn't remember why. Then she remembered, her apprentice ceremony, meeting her mentor, hearing the whole clan call out her name: "Gingerpaw, Gingerpaw, Gingerpaw!" She had been exausted after that and hadn't even grabbed any fresh kill. With another agonizing spasm of pain, she got up and sleepily dragged herself to the fresh kill pile. She picked out the fattest, juciest vole there, and walked over to an oak tree to eat. As soon as she bit into the vole, flavor exploded into her mouth. She could taste the slightly salty blood and all the other juicy flavors of the vole. She had only had vole one other time in her life, and that time the vole had been thin, scrawny, and tough, making it disgusting to eat. When she had picked its bones until they were pearly white, she got up and walked over to the den to sleep again.
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