Post by »->Running Breeze<-« on Jun 16, 2006 17:39:51 GMT -5
Name: Thymepaw
Age: 8 Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Gang: Glaci
Picture:
Appearence: Thymepaw is a pure white turkish angora. She has indigo-coloured eyes with flacks of green. Thymepaw's teeth are sharp and white, never failing to inflict a wound should she battle. Her claws are long and silver like her mother's. Thymepaw's pelt is somewhat long, but her tail is full and fluffy. Her nose and the insides of her ears are bright pink, standing out on her white coat.
Personality: Thymepaw is as stubborn as a mule when she thinks her decision is right, or best. She is usually gentle and calm, like the herb she is named for, usually. Every once in awhile, Thymepaw will become infuriated and have quite the spicy attitude. She is determined and ever hopeful, if an argument begins between her and her friends, she will do everything in her power to make up and get her friends back. This determination is also what helps her with her training. being a Medic Aide, she learns herbs, and trains to fight and hunt. She never gives up on a cat, no matter how close to death they are, until the last breath has been taken.
History: Thymepaw's father was Glaci, now he remains dead, burried in the hard earth. Her mother remains alive and strong as the leader of Cinis, Comala. Both her parents, Comala and Snowblizzard had white pelts, though Comala's had odd markings. Thymepaw has the pure white pelt of her father, but her mother's distant eyes, though a slightly different colour. She began at six moons learning the ways of a warrior, after one moon in training, at seven moons, she decided the life of a warrior was not for her, after killing an invading rogue. Caele accepted her as a Medic Aide and she has been training for one moon.
IC: Thymepaw stared in horror at the cat that lay at her paws. The victims blood stained her her white paws red. The battle seemed to stop around her as the seven moon apprentice stood there in shock. The rogue leader yowled a retreat and Thymepaw padded over to the leader. "I don't want to be an apprentice anymore!" she cried. "Please, can I become a medicine cat?'' she pleaded, her indigo eyes glowing with hope. The leader sighed, "Alright, I'll ask the medicine cat," he mewed and trotted over to where the medicine cat was tending to the wounded. He murmured in her ear and she nodded. The leader came back over, "Congratulations, I'll hold the ceremony now," he mewed. Thymepaw felt happiness flow through her small body and let out a sigh of happiness.
Password: Do I need it, again?
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Age: 8 Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Gang: Glaci
Picture:
Appearence: Thymepaw is a pure white turkish angora. She has indigo-coloured eyes with flacks of green. Thymepaw's teeth are sharp and white, never failing to inflict a wound should she battle. Her claws are long and silver like her mother's. Thymepaw's pelt is somewhat long, but her tail is full and fluffy. Her nose and the insides of her ears are bright pink, standing out on her white coat.
Personality: Thymepaw is as stubborn as a mule when she thinks her decision is right, or best. She is usually gentle and calm, like the herb she is named for, usually. Every once in awhile, Thymepaw will become infuriated and have quite the spicy attitude. She is determined and ever hopeful, if an argument begins between her and her friends, she will do everything in her power to make up and get her friends back. This determination is also what helps her with her training. being a Medic Aide, she learns herbs, and trains to fight and hunt. She never gives up on a cat, no matter how close to death they are, until the last breath has been taken.
History: Thymepaw's father was Glaci, now he remains dead, burried in the hard earth. Her mother remains alive and strong as the leader of Cinis, Comala. Both her parents, Comala and Snowblizzard had white pelts, though Comala's had odd markings. Thymepaw has the pure white pelt of her father, but her mother's distant eyes, though a slightly different colour. She began at six moons learning the ways of a warrior, after one moon in training, at seven moons, she decided the life of a warrior was not for her, after killing an invading rogue. Caele accepted her as a Medic Aide and she has been training for one moon.
IC: Thymepaw stared in horror at the cat that lay at her paws. The victims blood stained her her white paws red. The battle seemed to stop around her as the seven moon apprentice stood there in shock. The rogue leader yowled a retreat and Thymepaw padded over to the leader. "I don't want to be an apprentice anymore!" she cried. "Please, can I become a medicine cat?'' she pleaded, her indigo eyes glowing with hope. The leader sighed, "Alright, I'll ask the medicine cat," he mewed and trotted over to where the medicine cat was tending to the wounded. He murmured in her ear and she nodded. The leader came back over, "Congratulations, I'll hold the ceremony now," he mewed. Thymepaw felt happiness flow through her small body and let out a sigh of happiness.
Password: Do I need it, again?
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