Post by Lionpelt on Mar 25, 2012 17:31:39 GMT -5
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[tr][td][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,padding-top: 10px;][classy=title]appearance[/classy][classy=text]Small, ginger tabby she-cat with emerald green eyes.
Lionpelt has soft ginger fur that lines almost her whole slim body. The she-cat's coat always looks glossy because of the constant cleaning she gives it. Patches of white flow down her chest and on to her belly. At the end of her tail is a tuft of white fur. A faint scar resides above her left eye and more dominate one along the left side of her pelt. Silent reminders of death she doesn't want to remember.
Emerald eyes gaze out from her face, constantly filled with deep sadness and pain even when she seems happy. Long white whiskers hang off of her snout, clearly visible to all who seem to look her way. Black dots spot the tip of her bright pink nose giving her a feeling of difference.[/classy]
[classy=title]personality[/classy][classy=text]caring | Lionpelt's training as a medicine cat has left her feeling worried about all injuries that happen in the Clan. Though this is kept secret, but to only her, she can't sleep when she knows a clanmate is resting in the paws of StarClan. Her mind is only clouded with death at these times, but it just shows that she cares for her sick friends.
lonely | Somewhere in the back on her mind, Lionpelt knows that she is not alone. Even though the she-cat knows this, she can't help but have thoughts of death and destruction throughout all of WindClan that leave her alone in her solitude, without a single soul to stand by her. This loneliness entered her and now she can't escape from it. Nightmares grace her almost every night with their sickly sweet presences of death and loneliness leaving her terrified that her thoughts will become a reality.
friendly | Though through all the scared traits she has, once she builds up trust for a cat she loves she can be friendly. Her family, all the cats in WindClan, these are the cats that she can truly be friendly with. These are the cats that she has grown to love throughout her whole life. The she-cat can truly be happy with these cats that she would sacrifice her life for.
strength | The small she-cat's strength isn't as great as a normal warriors. She is slightly afraid of fighting but she will always give it her all. Her experience as a medicine cat made her a little less prone to fighting so her skills aren't the greatest though she can leave nasty scars for any who decides that it's a good idea to lay a claw on her.
weakness | One word. Badgers. These creatures fill her up with fear. The ugly scars that line her pelt came from one of these creatures and also killed the one that she loved the most in the world. Even though they're the thing she fears most, she will stand up to them if someone in her clan is in danger. Other facts like her previous training and her fear of death also would factor as her weakness but her biggest weaknesses are the badgers that run the lands with the cats.[/classy]
[classy=title]history[/classy][classy=text]kit | Lionkit was born into a litter of three-- herself, Moonkit, Flamekit. Sandheart and Stormwhisker were the she-kits parents. Being born in a frozen leaf-bare, Lionkit was the only one in her litter to survive. Even though the tiny kit wanted to strive to become a great warrior, she decided to follow the path of medicine. Even being younger than the age of an apprentice, she showed signs of being chosen by the medicine cat to become the next medicine cat apprentice. Her strength and determination followed her to the night she became an apprentice.
apprentice | Lionpaw worked hard training as a medicine cat. The young cat's mind was always flooded with the herb's that her mentor taught her. Even through all the hardships she faced, she still persevered to learn more.
Then, one day, her relationship became a little too strong with a certain male tom in the Clan. The naive she-cat had fallen in love with him and knew that there was no turning back. Without any regrets, she dropped being a medicine cat when she realized that she wouldn’t be able to any longer accept the rules. On a fateful day she began to walk in the forest with this tom only to be attacked by badgers. Unable to defend herself, Lionpaw had to watch as the one she loved fought for her. The black tom's wounds were serious though and he did not survive.
Lionpaw had confessed her love to him that night. The ginger cat had told him that she was going to give up her passion to be with him. The tom turned her down, though, saying he had no feelings for her except those of friendship. The she-cat had been okay with this, it would have been good being just his friend! There was no way she could even ask to go back to being a medicine cat, though, since she knew that she could easily fall in love once again.
Lionpaw now started her apprentice trained with a new mentor as she changed from a medicine cat into a warrior. The small she-cat was pushed much harder than regular apprentices due to the fact that not much training occurred before. She didn't mind though, it kept her thoughts off of her fallen friend. Then when she became a warrior, a few moons after the other cats of her age, her vigil was long and hard. The she-cat was unable to keep her mind from straying from thoughts that she didn't want to think about.
warrior | Lionpelt sulked for a few more moons before she finally got a hold of herself. It took a stern talking from her previous mentor who was now more of a mother to her. The she-cat finally got it straight that if she was going to be part of this clan, she needed to work for it. After that, Lionpelt decided to try to attend all the hunting parties and all the patrols that she could. The she-cat decided that if couldn't succeed in her first dream, that she would give it her all and try to succeed as a warrior.
And as it turns out, she did succeed as a warrior. When the old deputy passed away and it was time for a new one, she was chosen to fill the spot. Lionpelt accepted and promised to fulfill the role to the best of her abilities.
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[classy=title]other[/classy][classy=text]Rushfur came close to her, sniffing her, and her heart began to beat even faster. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Her lie had been caught, but nonetheless, he gave her the juniper berries. She used her claws to pick up the berries and one at a time put them in her mouth, slowly chewing each one, prolonging the silence. “T-thanks. . .” she muttered looking down to her paws. She felt bad using his supplies when really she didn’t need anything, but she wanted to see him, to be around him, but she felt like she couldn’t unless there was a reason. She put the loss of herbs to the back of her mind, though. It was New Leaf, he could find plenty more herbs to replenish his stocks. Maybe she would even be able to help him…
Silence filled the air around them. She had taken the herbs, her ‘reason’ for being there, so why didn’t she just leave now? She couldn’t find it in her to mover her paws though. She felt as though she was stuck to the floor of this room with the tom that she had feelings for. He was a medicine cat, though, unable to have a mate and kits. She knew that there was no use in falling for him, but she couldn’t help it. Even if he wasn’t a Medicine Cat, she knew he wouldn’t like her. There were so many better she-cats in the Clan.
Lionpelt sighed silently and closed her eyes. Why did she feel this way? She blinked in surprise when his words once again filled her ears. “Um, no. Yes! No! I don’t even know!” She shook her head and turned her back to her best friend. “There is, but there isn’t. I’m just so confused!” She muttered out unable to turn back around. Has this really been the thing that has been bothering her? She just needed to get a grip on reality. The Clan is what has to be the most important. Finally turning back around, she looked deep in the eyes of the Medicine Cat. “I guess I’m just a bit stressed is all. Do you think I could rest in here for a bit?” She wasn’t ready to leave him just yet. Maybe she would be able to leave her feelings behind when she did finally leave, but she doubted she would ever be able to drop it.[/classy]
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[tr][td][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,padding-top: 10px;][classy=title]appearance[/classy][classy=text]Small, ginger tabby she-cat with emerald green eyes.
Lionpelt has soft ginger fur that lines almost her whole slim body. The she-cat's coat always looks glossy because of the constant cleaning she gives it. Patches of white flow down her chest and on to her belly. At the end of her tail is a tuft of white fur. A faint scar resides above her left eye and more dominate one along the left side of her pelt. Silent reminders of death she doesn't want to remember.
Emerald eyes gaze out from her face, constantly filled with deep sadness and pain even when she seems happy. Long white whiskers hang off of her snout, clearly visible to all who seem to look her way. Black dots spot the tip of her bright pink nose giving her a feeling of difference.[/classy]
[classy=title]personality[/classy][classy=text]caring | Lionpelt's training as a medicine cat has left her feeling worried about all injuries that happen in the Clan. Though this is kept secret, but to only her, she can't sleep when she knows a clanmate is resting in the paws of StarClan. Her mind is only clouded with death at these times, but it just shows that she cares for her sick friends.
lonely | Somewhere in the back on her mind, Lionpelt knows that she is not alone. Even though the she-cat knows this, she can't help but have thoughts of death and destruction throughout all of WindClan that leave her alone in her solitude, without a single soul to stand by her. This loneliness entered her and now she can't escape from it. Nightmares grace her almost every night with their sickly sweet presences of death and loneliness leaving her terrified that her thoughts will become a reality.
friendly | Though through all the scared traits she has, once she builds up trust for a cat she loves she can be friendly. Her family, all the cats in WindClan, these are the cats that she can truly be friendly with. These are the cats that she has grown to love throughout her whole life. The she-cat can truly be happy with these cats that she would sacrifice her life for.
strength | The small she-cat's strength isn't as great as a normal warriors. She is slightly afraid of fighting but she will always give it her all. Her experience as a medicine cat made her a little less prone to fighting so her skills aren't the greatest though she can leave nasty scars for any who decides that it's a good idea to lay a claw on her.
weakness | One word. Badgers. These creatures fill her up with fear. The ugly scars that line her pelt came from one of these creatures and also killed the one that she loved the most in the world. Even though they're the thing she fears most, she will stand up to them if someone in her clan is in danger. Other facts like her previous training and her fear of death also would factor as her weakness but her biggest weaknesses are the badgers that run the lands with the cats.[/classy]
[classy=title]history[/classy][classy=text]kit | Lionkit was born into a litter of three-- herself, Moonkit, Flamekit. Sandheart and Stormwhisker were the she-kits parents. Being born in a frozen leaf-bare, Lionkit was the only one in her litter to survive. Even though the tiny kit wanted to strive to become a great warrior, she decided to follow the path of medicine. Even being younger than the age of an apprentice, she showed signs of being chosen by the medicine cat to become the next medicine cat apprentice. Her strength and determination followed her to the night she became an apprentice.
apprentice | Lionpaw worked hard training as a medicine cat. The young cat's mind was always flooded with the herb's that her mentor taught her. Even through all the hardships she faced, she still persevered to learn more.
Then, one day, her relationship became a little too strong with a certain male tom in the Clan. The naive she-cat had fallen in love with him and knew that there was no turning back. Without any regrets, she dropped being a medicine cat when she realized that she wouldn’t be able to any longer accept the rules. On a fateful day she began to walk in the forest with this tom only to be attacked by badgers. Unable to defend herself, Lionpaw had to watch as the one she loved fought for her. The black tom's wounds were serious though and he did not survive.
Lionpaw had confessed her love to him that night. The ginger cat had told him that she was going to give up her passion to be with him. The tom turned her down, though, saying he had no feelings for her except those of friendship. The she-cat had been okay with this, it would have been good being just his friend! There was no way she could even ask to go back to being a medicine cat, though, since she knew that she could easily fall in love once again.
Lionpaw now started her apprentice trained with a new mentor as she changed from a medicine cat into a warrior. The small she-cat was pushed much harder than regular apprentices due to the fact that not much training occurred before. She didn't mind though, it kept her thoughts off of her fallen friend. Then when she became a warrior, a few moons after the other cats of her age, her vigil was long and hard. The she-cat was unable to keep her mind from straying from thoughts that she didn't want to think about.
warrior | Lionpelt sulked for a few more moons before she finally got a hold of herself. It took a stern talking from her previous mentor who was now more of a mother to her. The she-cat finally got it straight that if she was going to be part of this clan, she needed to work for it. After that, Lionpelt decided to try to attend all the hunting parties and all the patrols that she could. The she-cat decided that if couldn't succeed in her first dream, that she would give it her all and try to succeed as a warrior.
And as it turns out, she did succeed as a warrior. When the old deputy passed away and it was time for a new one, she was chosen to fill the spot. Lionpelt accepted and promised to fulfill the role to the best of her abilities.
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[classy=title]other[/classy][classy=text]Rushfur came close to her, sniffing her, and her heart began to beat even faster. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Her lie had been caught, but nonetheless, he gave her the juniper berries. She used her claws to pick up the berries and one at a time put them in her mouth, slowly chewing each one, prolonging the silence. “T-thanks. . .” she muttered looking down to her paws. She felt bad using his supplies when really she didn’t need anything, but she wanted to see him, to be around him, but she felt like she couldn’t unless there was a reason. She put the loss of herbs to the back of her mind, though. It was New Leaf, he could find plenty more herbs to replenish his stocks. Maybe she would even be able to help him…
Silence filled the air around them. She had taken the herbs, her ‘reason’ for being there, so why didn’t she just leave now? She couldn’t find it in her to mover her paws though. She felt as though she was stuck to the floor of this room with the tom that she had feelings for. He was a medicine cat, though, unable to have a mate and kits. She knew that there was no use in falling for him, but she couldn’t help it. Even if he wasn’t a Medicine Cat, she knew he wouldn’t like her. There were so many better she-cats in the Clan.
Lionpelt sighed silently and closed her eyes. Why did she feel this way? She blinked in surprise when his words once again filled her ears. “Um, no. Yes! No! I don’t even know!” She shook her head and turned her back to her best friend. “There is, but there isn’t. I’m just so confused!” She muttered out unable to turn back around. Has this really been the thing that has been bothering her? She just needed to get a grip on reality. The Clan is what has to be the most important. Finally turning back around, she looked deep in the eyes of the Medicine Cat. “I guess I’m just a bit stressed is all. Do you think I could rest in here for a bit?” She wasn’t ready to leave him just yet. Maybe she would be able to leave her feelings behind when she did finally leave, but she doubted she would ever be able to drop it.[/classy]
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