Post by Ashpaw on Jan 2, 2009 11:18:18 GMT -8
Name: Ashpaw
Age: 7 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: WindClan
Position: Medicine Cat Apprentice [If not taken, I wasn't sure] or just Apprentice.
Appearance: Ashpaw is a lean grey tom with bright green eyes. He has rather short fur and long legs. His muscles are not very well defined and is overall not a very powerful cat in build. He is, though, a good and fast runner, which tends to make up for his lack in strength. He has a medium length tail that grows a bit shaggier than the rest of his body at the base.
Personality: Ashpaw is a quiet and reserved cat, not one to pick a fight. He was always the silent one, not interacting much with the other kits and only joining in on their games every once in a while. He is rather soft-spoken and doesn't have a very quick temper, though he is very sensitive and tends to get his feeling hurt quickly if another cat makes a harsh comment about him. Ashpaw gets anxious and rather awkward around the other Clans and only really feels like his true self when he is inside the Den.
As a kit, Ashpaw always felt a mystery and challenge with the calling of a Medicine Cat. You would have to memorize countless herbs, and though you did not get to fight along side the Clan, you would always be one of the first cats those high and respected warriors came running to when they were finished with the battle.
Ashpaw liked to stay near the Den when he was younger, enjoy the scent of herbs. He found an odd peace there, one that he didn't feel nor show outside of the Den. He'd carefully watch the Medicine Cat arrange the herbs and treat patients. He grew to enjoy the quiet nature of the Den when there were no patients. When there were cats who needed treating, there was always an odd rush that ran through him as he watched the Medicine Cat decide what was wrong with the cat and what he should treat them with. However big or small the situation was, he would always find excitement in it.
As an apprentice now, no matter how stressful and problem-filled life is in the forest, Ashpaw will always let all his worries and anxious nature fade away inside the Den, helping treat patients to the best of his ability.
RP Example: [Sorry if this isn't very good D: I'm bad at intro posts >.< Plus, my posts will probably be shorter than this. I just tend to go over-the-top with RP Examples XD]
A cool breeze swept over the moors of the WindClan territory, ruffling up the few stocks of grass that stuck out from the rocks. The setting sun cast an auburn glow across the hills as it dropped lower and lower in the sky, preparing the way for the chill of night to engulf the territory in darkness. The crescent of a moon still hung rather low in the sky, but began to inch itself higher with every step the sun took to setting.
A small dark shape moved its way quickly across the moors, his long legs treading the ground below him with ease. His fur was short and his body was lean. He didn't show many muscles as he moved his way along the barren land, so it was assumed that this was not one of the regular fighting cats that lived within the Clans. His emerald eyes glinted in the last sliver of sunlight before the world went black.
A soft shaft of moonlight covered the territory in an eerie glow. The tom paused in front of a large boulder, then leapt his way to the top. Almost missing the ledge he had aimed for, the cat grunted, scrambling with his claws to gain grip on the rock. He finally managed to claw at a small crevasse in the rock, helping him to end his struggle as he pushed himself to the top. His breath now heavy, he let out a deep sigh as he tried to let his senses relax from their frightened state.
"I should remember never to try that again." He muttered to himself, glancing back over his shoulder at the height of the jump. It was a long distance between the ground and the top of the rock - he shook his head in disbelief as he tried to think of some odd reason he decided he could scale that type of height, but he could come up with none.
The tom stood up slowly, wincing slightly as a sharp pain stabbed at his right paw. He glanced down only to notice the leap had left him with a small cut that seemed to wrap around his paw. There must have been a few sharp rocks inside the crevice he had found his grip with.
Letting out a sigh, he licked at it quickly, then leapt down from the rock, stumbling as he hit the ground. A sharp yowl escaped from his mouth and he lifted his paw sharply from the ground, giving it another quick lick through meows of discomfort. Once he was finished cleaning it off, he glanced up back toward the moon, realizing for the first time how far it had moved during his small adventure outside the camp. Letting out yet another sigh, he picked himself up, setting off at a limp as he began to make his way back to the WindClan camp.
Ooc:// If the position of Medicine Cat Apprentice is already taken, I can change around my bio a bit for him to just be an Apprentice
Age: 7 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: WindClan
Position: Medicine Cat Apprentice [If not taken, I wasn't sure] or just Apprentice.
Appearance: Ashpaw is a lean grey tom with bright green eyes. He has rather short fur and long legs. His muscles are not very well defined and is overall not a very powerful cat in build. He is, though, a good and fast runner, which tends to make up for his lack in strength. He has a medium length tail that grows a bit shaggier than the rest of his body at the base.
Personality: Ashpaw is a quiet and reserved cat, not one to pick a fight. He was always the silent one, not interacting much with the other kits and only joining in on their games every once in a while. He is rather soft-spoken and doesn't have a very quick temper, though he is very sensitive and tends to get his feeling hurt quickly if another cat makes a harsh comment about him. Ashpaw gets anxious and rather awkward around the other Clans and only really feels like his true self when he is inside the Den.
As a kit, Ashpaw always felt a mystery and challenge with the calling of a Medicine Cat. You would have to memorize countless herbs, and though you did not get to fight along side the Clan, you would always be one of the first cats those high and respected warriors came running to when they were finished with the battle.
Ashpaw liked to stay near the Den when he was younger, enjoy the scent of herbs. He found an odd peace there, one that he didn't feel nor show outside of the Den. He'd carefully watch the Medicine Cat arrange the herbs and treat patients. He grew to enjoy the quiet nature of the Den when there were no patients. When there were cats who needed treating, there was always an odd rush that ran through him as he watched the Medicine Cat decide what was wrong with the cat and what he should treat them with. However big or small the situation was, he would always find excitement in it.
As an apprentice now, no matter how stressful and problem-filled life is in the forest, Ashpaw will always let all his worries and anxious nature fade away inside the Den, helping treat patients to the best of his ability.
RP Example: [Sorry if this isn't very good D: I'm bad at intro posts >.< Plus, my posts will probably be shorter than this. I just tend to go over-the-top with RP Examples XD]
A cool breeze swept over the moors of the WindClan territory, ruffling up the few stocks of grass that stuck out from the rocks. The setting sun cast an auburn glow across the hills as it dropped lower and lower in the sky, preparing the way for the chill of night to engulf the territory in darkness. The crescent of a moon still hung rather low in the sky, but began to inch itself higher with every step the sun took to setting.
A small dark shape moved its way quickly across the moors, his long legs treading the ground below him with ease. His fur was short and his body was lean. He didn't show many muscles as he moved his way along the barren land, so it was assumed that this was not one of the regular fighting cats that lived within the Clans. His emerald eyes glinted in the last sliver of sunlight before the world went black.
A soft shaft of moonlight covered the territory in an eerie glow. The tom paused in front of a large boulder, then leapt his way to the top. Almost missing the ledge he had aimed for, the cat grunted, scrambling with his claws to gain grip on the rock. He finally managed to claw at a small crevasse in the rock, helping him to end his struggle as he pushed himself to the top. His breath now heavy, he let out a deep sigh as he tried to let his senses relax from their frightened state.
"I should remember never to try that again." He muttered to himself, glancing back over his shoulder at the height of the jump. It was a long distance between the ground and the top of the rock - he shook his head in disbelief as he tried to think of some odd reason he decided he could scale that type of height, but he could come up with none.
The tom stood up slowly, wincing slightly as a sharp pain stabbed at his right paw. He glanced down only to notice the leap had left him with a small cut that seemed to wrap around his paw. There must have been a few sharp rocks inside the crevice he had found his grip with.
Letting out a sigh, he licked at it quickly, then leapt down from the rock, stumbling as he hit the ground. A sharp yowl escaped from his mouth and he lifted his paw sharply from the ground, giving it another quick lick through meows of discomfort. Once he was finished cleaning it off, he glanced up back toward the moon, realizing for the first time how far it had moved during his small adventure outside the camp. Letting out yet another sigh, he picked himself up, setting off at a limp as he began to make his way back to the WindClan camp.
Ooc:// If the position of Medicine Cat Apprentice is already taken, I can change around my bio a bit for him to just be an Apprentice
