Post by ~{-[Eowyn|of|Rohan]-}~ on Jul 1, 2006 22:16:12 GMT -5
Name: Mossflower
Age: 14 moons
Gender: Female
Clan: TwilightClan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Peltage: Mossflower has a thick, soft, dark brown coat, and dark amber pools for eyes. Her beautiful fur is unmarred by scars, as she is a medicine cat through and through.
Personality: This she-cat is as gentle in life as she is skilled in healing. She has never been heard to raise her voice in fury. When she /is/ angered, she is able to control it easily, and often goes into a trance, of sorts. She retreats to her den and methodically sorts through her herbs. While she does this, she also sorts her thoughts, arranging them in order of importance, while also noting which herbs she needs.
Past: Mossflower is Clan-born, and has suffered her share of tragedies. When she was an apprentice, her brother, Falconpaw, was found dead at the Patterned Plains, his body horribly mangled. The reason for his death was never determined, but a likely reason was some sort of an animal, like a fox or badger-though no trace of any were found.
Roleplay Example: Mossflower's soft eyes opened slowly. It was that quiet time before dawn, when the only light was grey and dim. It was almost black in her den, but this made no difference to the she-cat. Delicately, she made her way to her herb piles, and quietly began checking them, as she had done the night before. "Yarrow and goldenrod," She murmured to herself. She would have to find time today to fetch the herbs from TwilightClan's territory.
Age: 14 moons
Gender: Female
Clan: TwilightClan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Peltage: Mossflower has a thick, soft, dark brown coat, and dark amber pools for eyes. Her beautiful fur is unmarred by scars, as she is a medicine cat through and through.
Personality: This she-cat is as gentle in life as she is skilled in healing. She has never been heard to raise her voice in fury. When she /is/ angered, she is able to control it easily, and often goes into a trance, of sorts. She retreats to her den and methodically sorts through her herbs. While she does this, she also sorts her thoughts, arranging them in order of importance, while also noting which herbs she needs.
Past: Mossflower is Clan-born, and has suffered her share of tragedies. When she was an apprentice, her brother, Falconpaw, was found dead at the Patterned Plains, his body horribly mangled. The reason for his death was never determined, but a likely reason was some sort of an animal, like a fox or badger-though no trace of any were found.
Roleplay Example: Mossflower's soft eyes opened slowly. It was that quiet time before dawn, when the only light was grey and dim. It was almost black in her den, but this made no difference to the she-cat. Delicately, she made her way to her herb piles, and quietly began checking them, as she had done the night before. "Yarrow and goldenrod," She murmured to herself. She would have to find time today to fetch the herbs from TwilightClan's territory.