Post by ::Brennan:: on Jan 2, 2008 20:01:04 GMT -5
Parents--
None
Other Accounts--
No
Name--
Honeyfeather
Gender--
Female
Clan--
StreamClan
Position--
Warrior
Personality--
Honeyfeather is a beautiful cat, in more ways than one. Her heart is strong and pure, and she always knows what is best for everyone and everything. She is always kind and conferting, like a mother to everyone in the Camp. She loves kits, and wants a mate to have her own kits with. She is always alert, and an amazing fighter, though her own heart lies with the art of medicine. She was trained as a medicine cat for a short time, but wanted kits and so declined her passion for something she might one day love more.
History--
Born and raised in StreamClan, nothing unuall.
KitHood--
When she was a kit is when she found her passion for medicine. She lived in the den when she broke a paw in a battle she was supposed to be in the nursery for. A warrior fell near her and ste stumbeled down a hill, breaking a foot as she did so. During her long stay in the herb-sented den, she came to know all of the herbs and decided this was what she loved.
Apprenticep-
For a short time, Honey'paw' was a medicine cat apprentice. SharClan approved her, and she wanted to do this. But then she fell in love. Wingpaw, a dark gray LightningClan tom caught her heart and took it from her in a swift blow. They met almost every night. When he died, she thought she would, too. But she decided if she was going to be in love, she wanted the Clan not to be effected.
WarriorHood-
She's just a new warrior...
IC--
A large gray tom moved swiftly through the undergrowth, his large dark body bardly vissable in the black shadows created by the dark day. His shoulderblades moved rythmicly as he walked quickly through the forest, eyes and ears alert for any sound, any sign of movement. The winds whipped at his face and he picked up the faint sent of WindClan, their rabbity smell encasing him. He ignored it well, though, and kept on walking.
Suddenly, he stopped, his large form invissable in the overlaying shadows of two trees. His bright blue eyes narrowed to the tinyest slits and his ears swiveled to the origin of the noise that had just reached his ear. Instinctavly, he dropped into a croutch, so low any passing cat would never see him. His breathing slowed down untill it was so slow it seemed potentially fatil. He pulled his large paws over the cold ground, warmed only by the small amount of sunlight that had earlier touched it. He made his way over a mass of sticks, and finnaly saw his prey; a young spring hare.
Ashind made his move. He bunched his muscels; everything but him and the hare faded away into a unknown abyss. He sprung and flew through the air, his tail streaming out from behind him. The tom landed and killed the hare before it knew what was happening.
Ashind stood over his rabbit as if some sort of trophy, and scraped a bit of dark brown earth over it. His ears prickes again, another noise hit him like a bullet. Some one was moving in the forest. As if to say he was right, the wind hit him in the face, strapping his pelt to his body. There was a WindClan female somewhere around here. His pelt bristeled...On his territory? He walekd over to where the sent was coming from.
An ember-colored she-cat sat on the border line, looking into the forest. Waiting for someone, are we? He meowed to Emberstar, knowing right away who she was. The toms' blue eyes glinted as he padded over to her.
Picture--
None
Other Accounts--
No
Name--
Honeyfeather
Gender--
Female
Clan--
StreamClan
Position--
Warrior
Personality--
Honeyfeather is a beautiful cat, in more ways than one. Her heart is strong and pure, and she always knows what is best for everyone and everything. She is always kind and conferting, like a mother to everyone in the Camp. She loves kits, and wants a mate to have her own kits with. She is always alert, and an amazing fighter, though her own heart lies with the art of medicine. She was trained as a medicine cat for a short time, but wanted kits and so declined her passion for something she might one day love more.
History--
Born and raised in StreamClan, nothing unuall.
KitHood--
When she was a kit is when she found her passion for medicine. She lived in the den when she broke a paw in a battle she was supposed to be in the nursery for. A warrior fell near her and ste stumbeled down a hill, breaking a foot as she did so. During her long stay in the herb-sented den, she came to know all of the herbs and decided this was what she loved.
Apprenticep-
For a short time, Honey'paw' was a medicine cat apprentice. SharClan approved her, and she wanted to do this. But then she fell in love. Wingpaw, a dark gray LightningClan tom caught her heart and took it from her in a swift blow. They met almost every night. When he died, she thought she would, too. But she decided if she was going to be in love, she wanted the Clan not to be effected.
WarriorHood-
She's just a new warrior...
IC--
A large gray tom moved swiftly through the undergrowth, his large dark body bardly vissable in the black shadows created by the dark day. His shoulderblades moved rythmicly as he walked quickly through the forest, eyes and ears alert for any sound, any sign of movement. The winds whipped at his face and he picked up the faint sent of WindClan, their rabbity smell encasing him. He ignored it well, though, and kept on walking.
Suddenly, he stopped, his large form invissable in the overlaying shadows of two trees. His bright blue eyes narrowed to the tinyest slits and his ears swiveled to the origin of the noise that had just reached his ear. Instinctavly, he dropped into a croutch, so low any passing cat would never see him. His breathing slowed down untill it was so slow it seemed potentially fatil. He pulled his large paws over the cold ground, warmed only by the small amount of sunlight that had earlier touched it. He made his way over a mass of sticks, and finnaly saw his prey; a young spring hare.
Ashind made his move. He bunched his muscels; everything but him and the hare faded away into a unknown abyss. He sprung and flew through the air, his tail streaming out from behind him. The tom landed and killed the hare before it knew what was happening.
Ashind stood over his rabbit as if some sort of trophy, and scraped a bit of dark brown earth over it. His ears prickes again, another noise hit him like a bullet. Some one was moving in the forest. As if to say he was right, the wind hit him in the face, strapping his pelt to his body. There was a WindClan female somewhere around here. His pelt bristeled...On his territory? He walekd over to where the sent was coming from.
An ember-colored she-cat sat on the border line, looking into the forest. Waiting for someone, are we? He meowed to Emberstar, knowing right away who she was. The toms' blue eyes glinted as he padded over to her.
Picture--
W00T!