Post by Eaglefeather on Jul 21, 2008 20:40:45 GMT -8
Name: Eaglefeather
Age: 95 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: RiverClan
Position: Medicine Cat (Is that still open?)
Appearance: Eaglefeather is a rather large Siamese she-cat. Like most Siamese cats, she has cream colored fur with chocolate brown markings here and there. Her body is cream, and her legs are completely chocolate brown. Eaglefeather has one cream colored forepaw. Her tail is long and is a dark chocolate brown. Eaglefeather's face is a dark, chocolate brown except for the bottom of her nose, which is cream. Her eyes are a bright, intense blue that contrast greatly against her dark face. Eaglefeather has long legs and a long body to go with them. Her whiskers are droopy and white. On Eaglefeather's flank, just near the base of her tail, is a chocolate brown blob in the shape of a feather. It is not really a perfect feather, just an oval, but this is why she was given the name "feather".
Personality: Eaglefeather is a rather kind she-cat. She is friendly, and easy to get along with. She is serious when it comes to her job as medicine cat, and is strict as a mentor. Eaglefeather tends to lose her temper rather easily, especially when any kits ravage through her supply of herbs. Eaglefeather is a very good arguer, and she will stick to her opinion and try to convince others that her opinion is right. Whenever she recieves a message from StarClan, Eaglefeather always takes it seriously and thinks about it thoroughly. She does not have rivalries with cats from the other Clans, even if her Clan is fighting with another, and makes friends rather easily.
RP Example: ((I hate doing this, so it will be short, and it will suck)
Eaglefeather padded into the entrance of her den, her long, slender legs stepping softly across the earthen ground. A collection of roots were crammed into her mouth; a few clumps of earth clinging to the roots and mud staining her paws. Her search for roots had been a success, even though it had taken all day to find them.
She set the roots down beside the neat, tidy pile of other herbs in the den. "Juniper...borage...poppy..." Eaglefeather muttered to herself, her blue eyes scanning over the store of herbs to make sure she had atleast two of everything. She could never be too careful.
There was a quiet mew at the entrance to her den. "Eaglefeather?" The voice of an apprentice sounded. "Are you in there?"
"Yes," Eaglefeather huffed, rising to her paws and padding away from the pile of herbs. "What is it?"
"I got a thorn in my pad," the apprentice said, looking embaressed and holding up his paw. "Can you get it out for me?"
"Of course," Eaglefeather meowed. "Come into my den, and I'll take it out for you." The apprentice nodded, sighing in relief.
"So how did you get this?" The medicine cat asked, examining the pad on the bottom of his paw. Blood covered the pad, and a large, long thorn had driven itself deep into the pad.
"I stepped on a bramble," he admitted. "I didn't see it."
"I see," Eaglefeather muttered. "This might hurt, but I'll get it out in one tug." She grabbed the thorn in her teeth before the apprentice could respond and pulled it cleanly from the pad. A trickle of blood oozed from the cut where the thorn had been.
"It stings," he muttered, lifting his paw and licking away the blood.
"It will for a while," The medicine cat said, grabbing a stalk of an herb in her teeth. "This is goldenrod, it'll keep out any infections. I usually only use it for battle wounds, but it wont hurt to use it."
"Thanks, Eaglefeather," The apprentice mewed gratefully, watching as she chewed the stalk and rubbed the pulp onto his pad. "I appreciate it."
"Just don't be stepping on anymore thorns, eh?"
Age: 95 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: RiverClan
Position: Medicine Cat (Is that still open?)
Appearance: Eaglefeather is a rather large Siamese she-cat. Like most Siamese cats, she has cream colored fur with chocolate brown markings here and there. Her body is cream, and her legs are completely chocolate brown. Eaglefeather has one cream colored forepaw. Her tail is long and is a dark chocolate brown. Eaglefeather's face is a dark, chocolate brown except for the bottom of her nose, which is cream. Her eyes are a bright, intense blue that contrast greatly against her dark face. Eaglefeather has long legs and a long body to go with them. Her whiskers are droopy and white. On Eaglefeather's flank, just near the base of her tail, is a chocolate brown blob in the shape of a feather. It is not really a perfect feather, just an oval, but this is why she was given the name "feather".
Personality: Eaglefeather is a rather kind she-cat. She is friendly, and easy to get along with. She is serious when it comes to her job as medicine cat, and is strict as a mentor. Eaglefeather tends to lose her temper rather easily, especially when any kits ravage through her supply of herbs. Eaglefeather is a very good arguer, and she will stick to her opinion and try to convince others that her opinion is right. Whenever she recieves a message from StarClan, Eaglefeather always takes it seriously and thinks about it thoroughly. She does not have rivalries with cats from the other Clans, even if her Clan is fighting with another, and makes friends rather easily.
RP Example: ((I hate doing this, so it will be short, and it will suck)
Eaglefeather padded into the entrance of her den, her long, slender legs stepping softly across the earthen ground. A collection of roots were crammed into her mouth; a few clumps of earth clinging to the roots and mud staining her paws. Her search for roots had been a success, even though it had taken all day to find them.
She set the roots down beside the neat, tidy pile of other herbs in the den. "Juniper...borage...poppy..." Eaglefeather muttered to herself, her blue eyes scanning over the store of herbs to make sure she had atleast two of everything. She could never be too careful.
There was a quiet mew at the entrance to her den. "Eaglefeather?" The voice of an apprentice sounded. "Are you in there?"
"Yes," Eaglefeather huffed, rising to her paws and padding away from the pile of herbs. "What is it?"
"I got a thorn in my pad," the apprentice said, looking embaressed and holding up his paw. "Can you get it out for me?"
"Of course," Eaglefeather meowed. "Come into my den, and I'll take it out for you." The apprentice nodded, sighing in relief.
"So how did you get this?" The medicine cat asked, examining the pad on the bottom of his paw. Blood covered the pad, and a large, long thorn had driven itself deep into the pad.
"I stepped on a bramble," he admitted. "I didn't see it."
"I see," Eaglefeather muttered. "This might hurt, but I'll get it out in one tug." She grabbed the thorn in her teeth before the apprentice could respond and pulled it cleanly from the pad. A trickle of blood oozed from the cut where the thorn had been.
"It stings," he muttered, lifting his paw and licking away the blood.
"It will for a while," The medicine cat said, grabbing a stalk of an herb in her teeth. "This is goldenrod, it'll keep out any infections. I usually only use it for battle wounds, but it wont hurt to use it."
"Thanks, Eaglefeather," The apprentice mewed gratefully, watching as she chewed the stalk and rubbed the pulp onto his pad. "I appreciate it."
"Just don't be stepping on anymore thorns, eh?"
