Post by Frighteh on Jul 3, 2007 12:32:25 GMT -5
Name: Winterwing
Age: 29 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: AirClan
Desired Rank: Medicine Cat
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Age: 29 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: AirClan
Desired Rank: Medicine Cat
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Description:
Winterwing is a pretty tortoiseshell she-cat. She has a white underbelly, legs, and paws, and parts of her chest are white. She has orange and brown spots along her head, back, tail, and back legs. When you look closely, you can see she has darker orange and brown stripes in her spots. Her eyes are a light amber and she has a little orange on her nose. She's sort of small for her age, too.Personality:
Winterwing is calm and caring, as what is usally needed for her (desired) job. She demands at least a little repsect while with her own clan and other clans as a medicine cat. She is ready for any job, and has the determination to match. She is independant, but still enjoys company.History:
She fears her own self at times; she gets nostalgic a lot and remembers her deceased parents. She doesn't like water, expecially when it's freezing, but will do what has to be done if it involves her or any one of her friends. She doesn't normally have any problems dealing with cats, but if they don't follow her directions, then she gets snippy.
She is the only one of her litter to survive. Her litter mates all died from greencough, although Winterwing never caught it. Her mother was there until her apprenticeship when she died of natural causes, and her father had been killed in a previous clan battle. Because her brother and sister caught Greencough (which inevitably turned into Blackcough), Winterwing pushed herself to be a medicine cat to how that even if she couldn't heal her family, she could heal her clan.4RP Example:
Her mother was strong willed, and it seems that she caught this, too. She dislikes being called 'weak' because of her job as medicine cat, but the way she performs her job usually quiets any jeering cat. She is very loyal and if Starclan calls for it, she would die for her clan, as would any other member.
The young medicine cat then glanced around the clearing, seeing many starry figures around her. The most prominent were Cherrykit, Icekit, Whispermist, and her father, Frightstorm. She smiled to all of them and felt such a strong pang of sadness ring through her heart that she stood up and almost left her elader's side. She shook her head and stayed put, slamming her paws to the ground. If her family wanted to speak with her, they'd have to come to her. Winterwing didn't want move from her spot. Cherrykit padded forward and sat in front of her, and Winterwing took in her sister's appearance. She vaguely remembered the brown and red-spotted she-cat from kithood, and allowed herself the prize of rubbing her side against her lost sister. "Cherrykit," she purred. "I've missed you all so much." Cherrykit dipped her head and held it there, opening her amber eyes from her down-faced position.Anything Else:
"You know," she started, her mew light and cool, "I wanted to become a medicine cat as a kit." She gave her sister a quick once-over, as if measuring her up. "I see that you are a great medicine cat. I am glad that you finished my dream." She gave Winterwing a quick lick on the head and padded back beside her brother.
"Cherrykit, wait! I still want to talk!" Winterwing protested. Icekit shook his head and bounded forward.
"Don't care to see your brother?" he meowed playfully. Saying the Winterwing was stunned when his tail whipped her face was an understatement. He merely laughed at her expression.
"Don't worry; I'm not punishing you," he blinked mischeiviously and sat beside her, keeping an eye on his family. "How's it feel to be a medicine cat?" he asked, managing to keep his voice nonchalant.
"Good, I guess." she said quietly. Icekit prssed up close to her side and she saw Cherrykit tense in longing to comfort her sister.
"Nothing terrible will happen unless some choice cats make it so." Winterwing drew away from him, giving him a strange glance. He sighed and gave her a lick on the head and got up, taking his place in between Winterwing's two female relatives. Whispermist, her mother, stood up and left a starry trail on the grass where she last walked.
"My kit..." she whispered, her meow carrying on the nonexistant breeze. "Watch yourself during the next few moons. Watch your clan and look out for those who you love." she stepped forward and laid her chin on the crown of Winterwing's head. "I love you, Winterwing." She slid back on her haunches. "We will always be with you." She tilted her head slightly. "Especially during these times." Whispermist turned and when she sat, Frightstorm leaned forward, his muscles rippling with the easy movement.
"Winterwing." he mewed gruffly. He bowed his head to her, a certain kit-like immaturity in his eyes. He sat beside her and as he began to talk, Winterwing embraced the vibrations of his voice that reverberated from his system to hers. Winterwing jumped slightly when her whole family had suddenly vanished, and glimpsed where they were sat, but found nothing but a few dew drops. They were beside her, each looming around her.
Winterwing shook her head.
"Wait; please wait!" she cried as they began to fade.
"Dreaming is inevitable, little medicine cat." Frightstorm breathed.
"And you can't escape the inevitable." Whispermist finished.
"Wait for us, sister," Cherrykit said as her brilliant spots vanished.
"And be careful," Icekit added. Winterwing blinked and when she opened her eyes, her family was gone.
(Sorry if it was too long!)
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