Post by Mistpelt on Nov 13, 2005 17:18:54 GMT -5
Name: Mistpelt
Clan: Nightclan
Rank: Medicine Cat?
Appearance: Her fur is sleek and an even gray all the way around. Eyes are a piercing yellow, always watching to catch every tiny little detail.
Moonage: 24
Personality: Usually quite, she keeps to the shadows and watches more than she speaks. By watching, she figures that she's more likely to pick up tiny details and not be forced to one side or another. She's always looking to do what's best for her clan, whether that's making choices that follow her leader or choices that go against them. She's just a cat, following her feline heart.
History: Mistpelt was born into the NightClan and lived there ever since she was a kit. She doesn't know of any other place and surely wouldn't want to consider those places as home. She was a lively kit who grew into a mindful apprentice and a loyal warrior before working her way into the ranks of a medicine cat where she studied hard and committed all the combinations of herbs to memory.
IC: Mistpelt stood up and bent into a light streach before lifting a paw. Rough tongue groomed herself lightly and she couldn't help not to purr in amusement. She'd always been the type of cat to keep herself clean, no matter what the occasion. Standing again, she shook her gray fur back into place and refused to let her fur decide her age. She was grey...not old. No one should ever confuse that.
Rising from where she was, she stole a few moments to circle the camp before leaving to hunt something down. Times were slow, but prey was needed.
Code words: Worship Dragons and all Stars
Clan: Nightclan
Rank: Medicine Cat?
Appearance: Her fur is sleek and an even gray all the way around. Eyes are a piercing yellow, always watching to catch every tiny little detail.
Moonage: 24
Personality: Usually quite, she keeps to the shadows and watches more than she speaks. By watching, she figures that she's more likely to pick up tiny details and not be forced to one side or another. She's always looking to do what's best for her clan, whether that's making choices that follow her leader or choices that go against them. She's just a cat, following her feline heart.
History: Mistpelt was born into the NightClan and lived there ever since she was a kit. She doesn't know of any other place and surely wouldn't want to consider those places as home. She was a lively kit who grew into a mindful apprentice and a loyal warrior before working her way into the ranks of a medicine cat where she studied hard and committed all the combinations of herbs to memory.
IC: Mistpelt stood up and bent into a light streach before lifting a paw. Rough tongue groomed herself lightly and she couldn't help not to purr in amusement. She'd always been the type of cat to keep herself clean, no matter what the occasion. Standing again, she shook her gray fur back into place and refused to let her fur decide her age. She was grey...not old. No one should ever confuse that.
Rising from where she was, she stole a few moments to circle the camp before leaving to hunt something down. Times were slow, but prey was needed.
Code words: Worship Dragons and all Stars