Post by Snap on Jan 4, 2013 15:26:30 GMT -5
Name: Pebblekit, Pebblepaw, Pebblestream
Age: 50 moons
Gender: tom
Clan: StormClan
Rank: Medicine cat
Picture:
Description: This tom is very large, and his full, feathery pelt makes him look even more bulky. He has a thick pelt that helps him protect his skin from water, a trait common in StormClan. He has a silvery-brown pelt with a lighter toned underbelly. His toes are the dark black that streaks his face. Topped off with a pink nose, Pebblestream has very expressive light green eyes.
Personality: Pebblestream is a good-natured cat. He always strives to put all of his effort into whatever he may be doing. He's been a medicine cat for quite some time now, and is quite good at it because of this fact. His StarClan connection is strong because of his mentor, who had always pushed him to practice talking to his starry ancestors. He tells it like it is, he doesn't hold back. Being blunt is can be good or bad, but he feels it is better to never sugar-coat anything. If someone is fatally injured, he will tell them they have a high chance of dying. Whether they like it or not, he feels it is his job to tell them what is really going on.
This tabby has a soft spot of apprentices and kits. He loves playing with them and teasing them. He has never really wanted any for himself (not that he could) but he enjoys watching them grow and learn. When he takes trips to go and fetch some herbs, he tries to take apprentices with him if he can get away with it. He likes just talking to them about the little things, and he likes to think that he is giving them a break. Pebblestream knows what it's like to be an apprentice, not a warrior's apprentice, but he knows that it's hard and frustrating. Breaks are needed.
He loves his own clan with all his might, but he is not the type to scowl at the other three when at Gatherings. He quite enjoys spending time with the other medicine cats. Yes, he usually is one of the oldest, but he doesn't mind. Seeing the younger ones grow always makes him smile. He is also a useful cat to ask where herbs are located. Pebblestream learned from the older medicine cats of other clans when they would speak at half-moons. Overall, he's a big tom with a heart to match it.
History: Not a very exciting history for this guy. As a kit, Pebblestream knew the warrior path was not his. He hung out in Silverwind's den on purpose, as much as possible. Pebblekit wanted to be the medicine cat apprentice but wasn't sure on how to ask. One day, he apparently got under her fur and she spun around, nose to nose with him, and asked him if he would like to be her apprentice. He excitedly squeaked out a yes, and from then on he was careful not to get in her way.
Apprenticeship with Silverwind was extremely difficult. She pushed him harder than he expected. She kept him up at night to watch the stars with her and she dragged him with her on days where they never went home to eat a meal, instead they spent from sunrise until sunset gathering herbs and putting them in piles. He hated those days, and he was sure that Silverwind knew he did.
It payed off, though, because he turned out to be an excellent medicine cat. And at the Moonstream, as his mentor gave him his new name, he could see the pride glittering in her eyes. He was sure he picked the right path.
RP Example: Pebblestream peeked his large, furry head out of his den, the tips of his ears brushing against some weeds hanging down from the entrance. Opening his jaw, he sucked in a breath. The cool, crisp air of leaf-bare swirled on his tongue. His claws scraped at the frozen earth. Flicking his green gaze towards the apprentices' den, seeing that they were still quietly asleep. Pebblestream huffs out the breath. He shouldn't wake them. No matter, I'll go snatch a warrior.
However, as he trots out of his cool den, his eyes lock on the sky. It was dawn, which means Lightdance probably sent out a patrol. Shrugging his large shoulders, he turns towards the camp entrance. There was a tired warrior sitting watch, so he tells the ginger tom that he will be back, just out for an early herb run. As the warrior nodded in response, Pebblestream padded off. The stiff blades of grass crunch lightly as he walks. Tilting his head, he wonders if this would scare off any prey that could possibly be hiding. He doubts; the noise isn't that loud. As the morning sky shifts to a more blue backdrop, Pebblestream is padding back to camp with a nice bunch of mint leaves in his jaws. They don't usually grow this late in leaf-bare, but he found a few useful patch of buds. He knows not to take all of them, so he left a few for later. Ah, he sighs, this is most definitely my path.
Age: 50 moons
Gender: tom
Clan: StormClan
Rank: Medicine cat
Picture:
Description: This tom is very large, and his full, feathery pelt makes him look even more bulky. He has a thick pelt that helps him protect his skin from water, a trait common in StormClan. He has a silvery-brown pelt with a lighter toned underbelly. His toes are the dark black that streaks his face. Topped off with a pink nose, Pebblestream has very expressive light green eyes.
Personality: Pebblestream is a good-natured cat. He always strives to put all of his effort into whatever he may be doing. He's been a medicine cat for quite some time now, and is quite good at it because of this fact. His StarClan connection is strong because of his mentor, who had always pushed him to practice talking to his starry ancestors. He tells it like it is, he doesn't hold back. Being blunt is can be good or bad, but he feels it is better to never sugar-coat anything. If someone is fatally injured, he will tell them they have a high chance of dying. Whether they like it or not, he feels it is his job to tell them what is really going on.
This tabby has a soft spot of apprentices and kits. He loves playing with them and teasing them. He has never really wanted any for himself (not that he could) but he enjoys watching them grow and learn. When he takes trips to go and fetch some herbs, he tries to take apprentices with him if he can get away with it. He likes just talking to them about the little things, and he likes to think that he is giving them a break. Pebblestream knows what it's like to be an apprentice, not a warrior's apprentice, but he knows that it's hard and frustrating. Breaks are needed.
He loves his own clan with all his might, but he is not the type to scowl at the other three when at Gatherings. He quite enjoys spending time with the other medicine cats. Yes, he usually is one of the oldest, but he doesn't mind. Seeing the younger ones grow always makes him smile. He is also a useful cat to ask where herbs are located. Pebblestream learned from the older medicine cats of other clans when they would speak at half-moons. Overall, he's a big tom with a heart to match it.
History: Not a very exciting history for this guy. As a kit, Pebblestream knew the warrior path was not his. He hung out in Silverwind's den on purpose, as much as possible. Pebblekit wanted to be the medicine cat apprentice but wasn't sure on how to ask. One day, he apparently got under her fur and she spun around, nose to nose with him, and asked him if he would like to be her apprentice. He excitedly squeaked out a yes, and from then on he was careful not to get in her way.
Apprenticeship with Silverwind was extremely difficult. She pushed him harder than he expected. She kept him up at night to watch the stars with her and she dragged him with her on days where they never went home to eat a meal, instead they spent from sunrise until sunset gathering herbs and putting them in piles. He hated those days, and he was sure that Silverwind knew he did.
It payed off, though, because he turned out to be an excellent medicine cat. And at the Moonstream, as his mentor gave him his new name, he could see the pride glittering in her eyes. He was sure he picked the right path.
RP Example: Pebblestream peeked his large, furry head out of his den, the tips of his ears brushing against some weeds hanging down from the entrance. Opening his jaw, he sucked in a breath. The cool, crisp air of leaf-bare swirled on his tongue. His claws scraped at the frozen earth. Flicking his green gaze towards the apprentices' den, seeing that they were still quietly asleep. Pebblestream huffs out the breath. He shouldn't wake them. No matter, I'll go snatch a warrior.
However, as he trots out of his cool den, his eyes lock on the sky. It was dawn, which means Lightdance probably sent out a patrol. Shrugging his large shoulders, he turns towards the camp entrance. There was a tired warrior sitting watch, so he tells the ginger tom that he will be back, just out for an early herb run. As the warrior nodded in response, Pebblestream padded off. The stiff blades of grass crunch lightly as he walks. Tilting his head, he wonders if this would scare off any prey that could possibly be hiding. He doubts; the noise isn't that loud. As the morning sky shifts to a more blue backdrop, Pebblestream is padding back to camp with a nice bunch of mint leaves in his jaws. They don't usually grow this late in leaf-bare, but he found a few useful patch of buds. He knows not to take all of them, so he left a few for later. Ah, he sighs, this is most definitely my path.