Post by --dankheart-- on Oct 15, 2007 20:59:12 GMT -5
Name: Winter
Age: 28 moons
Picture (Optional): Winter
Gender: She-cat
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Description: Winter is long-haired white Turkish Angora. At first glance, she just seems like an ordinary cat, but there is nothing "ordinary" about this lithe she-cat. Even her coat seems normal, but when looked at closely it isn't. Winter is at first glance solid white, and the second, and the third. But when the sun shines a certain way then you can see all the colors that it is truly made of. She has a mixture of colors from silver to light pink and blue. Unlike most cats nowadays, she has no markings on her at all, just a pure white coat. The only strange marking you could count is her eyes; they are green and blue, like many white cats' eyes are.
The blue is a light, sky blue color that looks unwaveringly at everyone in a way that unsettles many cats, while the green is more piercing, more "demanding". It's hard to tell a lie with Winter looking at you. She moves gracefully, her large muscles bunching perfectly under a smooth pelt. Unfortunately, she isn't that good at hunting because the prey can spot her so easily, though her flashy pelt is a blessing/bane during battle, as many cats in her own Clan can locate her to recieve herbs, but her vivid white pelt making her easy to locate for enemy cats. Winter, despite the pure white pelt, can, when she absolutely needs to, seem to make herself "disappear". How she does it, no one, even herself, knows.
Personality: Gentle and loving by nature, Winter needs no one to care for her. The Clan are her kits; she needs no mate, no kits to call her own. Because of this, being a Medicine Cat is easier to endure, as she is sure that no tom could ever make her forget her duty. While gentleness comes naturally, fighting and killing does not. Winter can't bring herself to fight; to actually kill other living, breathing, sentient beings. This does not affect her hunting, or having to work on patients that are bleeding. She dislikes killing the prey she catches, but the realization that if she does not eat she will die affects this descision some. If patients are bleeding, or have a physical injury in any way, she becomes efficient. Never jumping away when a cat is in pain because she had to take out a thorn from a wound that was becoming infected. It's harder when, despite her best efforts, the cat dies. But Winter knows she tried her best; no one could save the cat. It helps when she knows the cat will be accepted into StarClan; that s/he will become part of the starry ranks of ancestors that help the Clan survive. Winter will treat anyone; another member of a Clan, a loner, a rouge. Though this is, in a way, against the warrior code, Winter believes that if the founding leaders had wished that no mercy be shown to animals in need, they would have specified it so. For now, she is happy with the duties given to her. Winter cherishes one thing almost more than anything- life. Watching a kit grow to be an apprentice; then warrior; and finally, elder. Or, perhaps, a father or mother of new young ones. Maybe even deputy, then leader. When a kit is born, she enjoys watching the young kit find its path; live its life. This is essentially why Winter wanted to be a medicine cat; she wanted to help bring life when it looked like not many would survive. Her bond with StarClan is important as well, but not as important as life.
History: The life of Winter is in no ways simple. Born into RiverClan, her parents left for unknown reasons to become loners. Her father left, and her mother refused to speak his name. Winter's mother died shortly after, the victim of an unnaturally cold leaf-bare. The now alone Winter lived frugally, and off of what little scraps she could find. When she was five moons old, the young cat was caught rummaging in a two-leg trash can, having wandered into place of two-leg's by mistake. A two-leg, hearing the noise and believing she was something else, came out and yelled at her. Terrified, the young cat fled, and because of this same terror, did not eat for several days. When she finally was forced to venture out again, thin and starving, Winter was forced to kill what she could and treat her own wounds and scratches with plants she found. Luck--or StarClan-- was on her side, and she found none that could cause her more harm then good. One month later, her small "camp" was found by a patrol of RiverClan cats on their way to the Gathering. A strong scent of herbs hung in the air, and the medicine cat was curious. They entered, to find Winter sleeping, herbs scattered all around her. She was woken, and when they found out where she had come from, taken into their own Clan. There was some debate as to if this was the right thing to do, and many in the Clan disagreed. But the medicine cat then, Starheart, having seen a potential heir to the position of medicine cat, argued against them. Finally, she was allowed to stay on a trial run for one moon. This moon passed quickly, and when it was over, no cat remembered about Winter's trial, so hard had she been working. Starheart had been watching this bright young she-cat, and therefore announced, one day after the moon had passed, that Winter would become the RiverClan medicine cat apprentice. She accepted readily, and Starheart taught her everything he knew. Eventually, as both Winter and Starheart knew it would, old age caught up to the medicine cat, forcing him to retire to the elder's den. Winter now took over all medicine cat duties, and has been ever since. Unfortunately, Starheart died several moons after he had retired, and for the first time Winter wasn't quite sure what to do. When Starheart had retired, he wasn't really gone-- more out-of-service. But now she had to face the awful truth that he wouldn't be back... and she hated it. Though there was nothing she could do to fight back time, she felt that she should have done something, anything to try and save him from dying. For half a moon, she could barely do her work, and though it was green-leaf, even the littlest thing was hard for her to do. During the Medicine Cat meeting, however, StarClan finally sent a message to her, delivered by Starheart. He assured her that he was fine, and there was nothing any cat could do against the ravages of time. Calmed and reassure, Winter came back and found, to her horror, exactly how and what she had been acting and doing ever since Starheart's death. She apologized, and worked as hard as she could to make up for it. Ever since then, Winter has had a deep respect for Time, and has never tried to stop it since. She is still medicine cat, and plans to be until she dies.
Age: 28 moons
Picture (Optional): Winter
Gender: She-cat
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Description: Winter is long-haired white Turkish Angora. At first glance, she just seems like an ordinary cat, but there is nothing "ordinary" about this lithe she-cat. Even her coat seems normal, but when looked at closely it isn't. Winter is at first glance solid white, and the second, and the third. But when the sun shines a certain way then you can see all the colors that it is truly made of. She has a mixture of colors from silver to light pink and blue. Unlike most cats nowadays, she has no markings on her at all, just a pure white coat. The only strange marking you could count is her eyes; they are green and blue, like many white cats' eyes are.
The blue is a light, sky blue color that looks unwaveringly at everyone in a way that unsettles many cats, while the green is more piercing, more "demanding". It's hard to tell a lie with Winter looking at you. She moves gracefully, her large muscles bunching perfectly under a smooth pelt. Unfortunately, she isn't that good at hunting because the prey can spot her so easily, though her flashy pelt is a blessing/bane during battle, as many cats in her own Clan can locate her to recieve herbs, but her vivid white pelt making her easy to locate for enemy cats. Winter, despite the pure white pelt, can, when she absolutely needs to, seem to make herself "disappear". How she does it, no one, even herself, knows.
Personality: Gentle and loving by nature, Winter needs no one to care for her. The Clan are her kits; she needs no mate, no kits to call her own. Because of this, being a Medicine Cat is easier to endure, as she is sure that no tom could ever make her forget her duty. While gentleness comes naturally, fighting and killing does not. Winter can't bring herself to fight; to actually kill other living, breathing, sentient beings. This does not affect her hunting, or having to work on patients that are bleeding. She dislikes killing the prey she catches, but the realization that if she does not eat she will die affects this descision some. If patients are bleeding, or have a physical injury in any way, she becomes efficient. Never jumping away when a cat is in pain because she had to take out a thorn from a wound that was becoming infected. It's harder when, despite her best efforts, the cat dies. But Winter knows she tried her best; no one could save the cat. It helps when she knows the cat will be accepted into StarClan; that s/he will become part of the starry ranks of ancestors that help the Clan survive. Winter will treat anyone; another member of a Clan, a loner, a rouge. Though this is, in a way, against the warrior code, Winter believes that if the founding leaders had wished that no mercy be shown to animals in need, they would have specified it so. For now, she is happy with the duties given to her. Winter cherishes one thing almost more than anything- life. Watching a kit grow to be an apprentice; then warrior; and finally, elder. Or, perhaps, a father or mother of new young ones. Maybe even deputy, then leader. When a kit is born, she enjoys watching the young kit find its path; live its life. This is essentially why Winter wanted to be a medicine cat; she wanted to help bring life when it looked like not many would survive. Her bond with StarClan is important as well, but not as important as life.
History: The life of Winter is in no ways simple. Born into RiverClan, her parents left for unknown reasons to become loners. Her father left, and her mother refused to speak his name. Winter's mother died shortly after, the victim of an unnaturally cold leaf-bare. The now alone Winter lived frugally, and off of what little scraps she could find. When she was five moons old, the young cat was caught rummaging in a two-leg trash can, having wandered into place of two-leg's by mistake. A two-leg, hearing the noise and believing she was something else, came out and yelled at her. Terrified, the young cat fled, and because of this same terror, did not eat for several days. When she finally was forced to venture out again, thin and starving, Winter was forced to kill what she could and treat her own wounds and scratches with plants she found. Luck--or StarClan-- was on her side, and she found none that could cause her more harm then good. One month later, her small "camp" was found by a patrol of RiverClan cats on their way to the Gathering. A strong scent of herbs hung in the air, and the medicine cat was curious. They entered, to find Winter sleeping, herbs scattered all around her. She was woken, and when they found out where she had come from, taken into their own Clan. There was some debate as to if this was the right thing to do, and many in the Clan disagreed. But the medicine cat then, Starheart, having seen a potential heir to the position of medicine cat, argued against them. Finally, she was allowed to stay on a trial run for one moon. This moon passed quickly, and when it was over, no cat remembered about Winter's trial, so hard had she been working. Starheart had been watching this bright young she-cat, and therefore announced, one day after the moon had passed, that Winter would become the RiverClan medicine cat apprentice. She accepted readily, and Starheart taught her everything he knew. Eventually, as both Winter and Starheart knew it would, old age caught up to the medicine cat, forcing him to retire to the elder's den. Winter now took over all medicine cat duties, and has been ever since. Unfortunately, Starheart died several moons after he had retired, and for the first time Winter wasn't quite sure what to do. When Starheart had retired, he wasn't really gone-- more out-of-service. But now she had to face the awful truth that he wouldn't be back... and she hated it. Though there was nothing she could do to fight back time, she felt that she should have done something, anything to try and save him from dying. For half a moon, she could barely do her work, and though it was green-leaf, even the littlest thing was hard for her to do. During the Medicine Cat meeting, however, StarClan finally sent a message to her, delivered by Starheart. He assured her that he was fine, and there was nothing any cat could do against the ravages of time. Calmed and reassure, Winter came back and found, to her horror, exactly how and what she had been acting and doing ever since Starheart's death. She apologized, and worked as hard as she could to make up for it. Ever since then, Winter has had a deep respect for Time, and has never tried to stop it since. She is still medicine cat, and plans to be until she dies.
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