Post by flameh on Jan 9, 2013 22:18:55 GMT -5
Name: Burningtimber
Age: 20 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: DuneClan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Appearance:
Burningtimber is a lithe tom. He has a long body and even longer tail. His paws are medium in size and his ears are large. He has a pelt that is a mix of browns. Dark brown tabby marks cover his pelt. He has wide forest green eyes.
Personality: Burningtimber is a quiet yet kind tom. He is very caring and loves to take care of other cats. He tends to keep to himself when he is not needed. He is very soft spoken and tends not to stand out in a crowd.
History: Burningtimber was born to two DuneClan warriors. He was the only kit in the litter. He spent his kithood with the Tribe, listening to all the stories the elders and queens had to tell. His mother never once left his side during his kithood and his father visited nearly every day. He had made his mind up early in his kithood that he would join DuneClan, if he was allowed.
When Burningtimber’s apprentice ceremony came, he was excited and a little nervous. He didn’t really want to be the center of attention and he was afraid he wouldn’t get a gift. When Spirit Teller told him he had received the gift of speaking in tongues, he was intrigued. Then came the news that he was to become medicine cat of DuneClan, so he was to be trained as a healer. His apprenticehood was split between the Tribe, learning healer duties, and the Clan, learning from the current medicine cat.
By the time it came to take on his full medicine cat duties, he was well versed in the way of the healer and medicine cat. He knew it was his destiny to eventually become a Teller. He took to his new position happily, and immersed himself in his work. Occasionally he is called upon to talk to any invading foxes or dogs, in attempt to get them to leave without violence.
RP Example: A brown tabby tom was tucked away in the back of his den. Burningtimber’s green eyes scanned the herbs laid out in front of him. The quiet medicine cat was trying to figure out what herbs were needed and where they could be found. Herbs were scarce now that the frost has begun to settle across the forest. He prayed to StarClan he would be able to find some more catmint for leafbare. It was looking like it was going to be a cold one, and he didn’t want to lose anyone to sickness this season.
Age: 20 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: DuneClan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Appearance:
Burningtimber is a lithe tom. He has a long body and even longer tail. His paws are medium in size and his ears are large. He has a pelt that is a mix of browns. Dark brown tabby marks cover his pelt. He has wide forest green eyes.
Personality: Burningtimber is a quiet yet kind tom. He is very caring and loves to take care of other cats. He tends to keep to himself when he is not needed. He is very soft spoken and tends not to stand out in a crowd.
History: Burningtimber was born to two DuneClan warriors. He was the only kit in the litter. He spent his kithood with the Tribe, listening to all the stories the elders and queens had to tell. His mother never once left his side during his kithood and his father visited nearly every day. He had made his mind up early in his kithood that he would join DuneClan, if he was allowed.
When Burningtimber’s apprentice ceremony came, he was excited and a little nervous. He didn’t really want to be the center of attention and he was afraid he wouldn’t get a gift. When Spirit Teller told him he had received the gift of speaking in tongues, he was intrigued. Then came the news that he was to become medicine cat of DuneClan, so he was to be trained as a healer. His apprenticehood was split between the Tribe, learning healer duties, and the Clan, learning from the current medicine cat.
By the time it came to take on his full medicine cat duties, he was well versed in the way of the healer and medicine cat. He knew it was his destiny to eventually become a Teller. He took to his new position happily, and immersed himself in his work. Occasionally he is called upon to talk to any invading foxes or dogs, in attempt to get them to leave without violence.
RP Example: A brown tabby tom was tucked away in the back of his den. Burningtimber’s green eyes scanned the herbs laid out in front of him. The quiet medicine cat was trying to figure out what herbs were needed and where they could be found. Herbs were scarce now that the frost has begun to settle across the forest. He prayed to StarClan he would be able to find some more catmint for leafbare. It was looking like it was going to be a cold one, and he didn’t want to lose anyone to sickness this season.
