Post by sleetpaw on Jul 14, 2007 15:40:52 GMT -5
Yeah, I'm kind of using names from my story right now. xD
Name: Gorgepaw
Age: approx. 6 and three-quarter moons
Gender: male
Clan: ThunderClan
Position: medicine cat apprentice
Description: First off, Gorgepaw is smaller than most toms his age but not "small" small. His pelt is predominantly gray, with splotches of white-- here, there, everywhere. The gray is approximately a storm gray on a day where it is about to rain, but not heavily. Gorgepaw's eyes are a pale golden color, and he has a nick in his left ear... I'm sorry. I really don't have any muse right now. ;~;
Personailty: Gorgepaw has a calm, quiet personality. He's quick-minded, intelligient (and strangely wise) for a cat his age, and loves to cloudgaze. Unfortunately, Gorgepaw has no wisdom for other social interactions (labelled "anti-social" since Gorgepaw only talks to close friends). Gorgepaw is quite easy to talk to, but often gives other cats the cold shoulder. He's the epitome of "cold and calculating," if there were such a cat. Gorgepaw's wide and brilliant mind has many branches for herbs and poultices and healing remedies, although when panicked he cannot think straight.
Crush: n/a
History: Gorgepaw was born to Dogtooth and Thrushwing in a litter of only himself. He honestly never thought about being a medicine cat-- or even a warrior. Instead, he would watch the clouds from the nursery, or watch dead leaves swarm nearby in the cool breezes. His mother and father worried, for he refused to play or interact with the warriors and the kits. And when he was in play-fights, he would usually lose.
After a short battle with another Clan, Gorgepaw watched as the medicine cat worked on the injured, and knew that the den was where he belonged. After a short session of reasoning and then begging, Thrushwing allowed him to ask permission. Gorgepaw was later named an apprentice.
RP: "Lets see... poppy seeds for sleep... and thyme for infections, marigold for stomachaches... no, that can't be right." Gorgepaw growled, shuffling the herbs with one small white paw. His mind had been clouded, and he had trouble remembering the herb remedies. Arrgh! There were cats with stomachaches, and if he couldn't treat them right away, it could only get worse over time. Gorgepaw shook his head back and forth, the nick in his ear making Gorgepaw feel strange. In an outburst of anger, Gorgepaw swiped aside the herbs, destroying a couple. Widening lightning-yellow eyes, Gorgepaw looked around and grumbled that there was yet another thing to take care of.
Codeword: Leaf Whisperings
Name: Gorgepaw
Age: approx. 6 and three-quarter moons
Gender: male
Clan: ThunderClan
Position: medicine cat apprentice
Description: First off, Gorgepaw is smaller than most toms his age but not "small" small. His pelt is predominantly gray, with splotches of white-- here, there, everywhere. The gray is approximately a storm gray on a day where it is about to rain, but not heavily. Gorgepaw's eyes are a pale golden color, and he has a nick in his left ear... I'm sorry. I really don't have any muse right now. ;~;
Personailty: Gorgepaw has a calm, quiet personality. He's quick-minded, intelligient (and strangely wise) for a cat his age, and loves to cloudgaze. Unfortunately, Gorgepaw has no wisdom for other social interactions (labelled "anti-social" since Gorgepaw only talks to close friends). Gorgepaw is quite easy to talk to, but often gives other cats the cold shoulder. He's the epitome of "cold and calculating," if there were such a cat. Gorgepaw's wide and brilliant mind has many branches for herbs and poultices and healing remedies, although when panicked he cannot think straight.
Crush: n/a
History: Gorgepaw was born to Dogtooth and Thrushwing in a litter of only himself. He honestly never thought about being a medicine cat-- or even a warrior. Instead, he would watch the clouds from the nursery, or watch dead leaves swarm nearby in the cool breezes. His mother and father worried, for he refused to play or interact with the warriors and the kits. And when he was in play-fights, he would usually lose.
After a short battle with another Clan, Gorgepaw watched as the medicine cat worked on the injured, and knew that the den was where he belonged. After a short session of reasoning and then begging, Thrushwing allowed him to ask permission. Gorgepaw was later named an apprentice.
RP: "Lets see... poppy seeds for sleep... and thyme for infections, marigold for stomachaches... no, that can't be right." Gorgepaw growled, shuffling the herbs with one small white paw. His mind had been clouded, and he had trouble remembering the herb remedies. Arrgh! There were cats with stomachaches, and if he couldn't treat them right away, it could only get worse over time. Gorgepaw shook his head back and forth, the nick in his ear making Gorgepaw feel strange. In an outburst of anger, Gorgepaw swiped aside the herbs, destroying a couple. Widening lightning-yellow eyes, Gorgepaw looked around and grumbled that there was yet another thing to take care of.
Codeword: Leaf Whisperings
