Post by mellowclaw on Dec 12, 2008 22:25:38 GMT -5
Name: Shadowleap
Gender: Tom
Age: 22 moons
Clan: ShadowClan
Position: Medicine Cat
Description:
Colored like that all around with a blackish brown. He is of average size tail length and whatever else you can think of.
Personality: This serious dark furred tom is always looking for new medicines to treat his patients. He does not hide the worst from his fellow clan mates. He dislikes it when those he administer defy him in any shape or form. It is for their safety that he must be rather cruel at times. He is gifted with herbs, however psychological medicine is definitely his weaker point of healing. This cat would sooner die in the line of duty than see another die, so even though some do not respect him he is willing to do what is necessary for their sake. If StarClan failed him he wouldn't know what to do.
History: His life started off with death as he came into life. His mother died at birth when he and his twin were given times greatest gift. From that day the countdown begin to when he would supersede his need to fight for his clan in exchange for healing skills. He watched bloodshed both in and outside of his clans borders. No thought crossed his mind more than the fact that they were just to weak or scared to survive the world. He became obsessed with his battle training absorbed in the bloodshed of his enemies. It consumed him, he relished the feeling of the red tide under his paws. He sapped the warmth from them and it enveloped him evermore in new strength. Soon enough he was a warrior at 11 moons and it was the first time he witnessed a real strength perhaps beyond his own.
He watched his best friend Sharpeyes give his life when twoleg monsters built a stack of rubble. Shadowleap was on the attack against loners and their happened to be a fine wire his eyes did not catch. Falling he dislodged a key boulder forcing the piles collapse. Without uttering a word Sharpeyes was under the deathtrap in seconds. His blood swelled under Shadowleaps paws and the warmth again enveloped him. It scared him, because his usual excuse of the fact that he was weak was untrue and did not even apply. It plagued him until a moon later when he watched his brother get hit by a twoleg monster on the Thunderpath. He didn't.. couldn't save him, he had no power their, in that place, he was weak.
He took up the medicine cat apprentice position with permission from Ravenstar. He has been a full medicine cat for five moons now having progressed quickly with his sharp mind. Unlike other medicine cats he however step in to fight a battle if he believes it necessary.
Codeword: Wind Sc
Gender: Tom
Age: 22 moons
Clan: ShadowClan
Position: Medicine Cat
Description:
Colored like that all around with a blackish brown. He is of average size tail length and whatever else you can think of.
Personality: This serious dark furred tom is always looking for new medicines to treat his patients. He does not hide the worst from his fellow clan mates. He dislikes it when those he administer defy him in any shape or form. It is for their safety that he must be rather cruel at times. He is gifted with herbs, however psychological medicine is definitely his weaker point of healing. This cat would sooner die in the line of duty than see another die, so even though some do not respect him he is willing to do what is necessary for their sake. If StarClan failed him he wouldn't know what to do.
History: His life started off with death as he came into life. His mother died at birth when he and his twin were given times greatest gift. From that day the countdown begin to when he would supersede his need to fight for his clan in exchange for healing skills. He watched bloodshed both in and outside of his clans borders. No thought crossed his mind more than the fact that they were just to weak or scared to survive the world. He became obsessed with his battle training absorbed in the bloodshed of his enemies. It consumed him, he relished the feeling of the red tide under his paws. He sapped the warmth from them and it enveloped him evermore in new strength. Soon enough he was a warrior at 11 moons and it was the first time he witnessed a real strength perhaps beyond his own.
He watched his best friend Sharpeyes give his life when twoleg monsters built a stack of rubble. Shadowleap was on the attack against loners and their happened to be a fine wire his eyes did not catch. Falling he dislodged a key boulder forcing the piles collapse. Without uttering a word Sharpeyes was under the deathtrap in seconds. His blood swelled under Shadowleaps paws and the warmth again enveloped him. It scared him, because his usual excuse of the fact that he was weak was untrue and did not even apply. It plagued him until a moon later when he watched his brother get hit by a twoleg monster on the Thunderpath. He didn't.. couldn't save him, he had no power their, in that place, he was weak.
He took up the medicine cat apprentice position with permission from Ravenstar. He has been a full medicine cat for five moons now having progressed quickly with his sharp mind. Unlike other medicine cats he however step in to fight a battle if he believes it necessary.
Codeword: Wind Sc
