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Post by [.F.]light on Dec 4, 2006 20:57:17 GMT -5
Name: Flightfoot
Gender: Tom
Rank: Medicine Cat
Clan: WindClan
Description:
-Fur-
The base of his fur is a milky white. It holds no markings but the ones of his Siamese heritage, but on his back between his shoulders the fur is 'tipped' with brown, and its tipped brown around his haunches and near his tail. His face and ears are covered with a darker brown fur that make his eyes stand out somewhat. The dark brown fur on his face gets lighter as it goes down a bit on his neck and turns into a cream then the white base.His legs and tail and dipped in the same dark brown. His paws are equipped with long dagger-like whitish claws.
Body
He has a lanky bodice, like all Siamese. Flightfoot is lean-muscled like all WindClan cats. He is light on his paws, and very quick. His long tail allows excellent balance. The tom makes a fine rabbit-hunter. His head is a tad bit small, which is held up by a long neck.
Eyes
Soft, sky blue are the hue of his optics. They are slanted and almound shaped. They stand out somewhat and can become bright in the dark. His pupils are sharply pointed and have a watchful look to them.
Picture:Click for Picture
Personality:
He can be really rude at times, though is actually once you know him for a long time Flightfoot is a softspoken and a wiseminding tom. Flightfoot knows his place, a Medicine Cat that heals thoughs who are wounded and gets signs from StarClan. He is loyal as any other cat. The tom is brave in battles, and is somewhat a good fighter. He doesn't like to fight, seeing so many wounded come out of battles. His knowledge of herbs is like any other good Medicine Cat. Flightfoot is quick to act when it comes to healing others. He knows it is quite impossible to save every cat that comes to his den so close to death but he tries.
History:
No one really knows his past besides a few that know him really well. Those who do have been told this.
Flightfoot, known as Flightkit back then had a brother. His mother was a WindClan cat while his father a loner with a cold heart. His father took his brother away from his mother as a small kit. He was told that his father had another mate at the time. While his brother was taken care of by the other mate Flightkit stayed with his mother. No one had asked her who the father was. It was a queen's choice not to tell who the father was. Flightkit grew up to be like any other kit, but he had an interest in healing and herbs.
The medicine cat, Thornbush saw his interest and had surprised everyone when it was time for him to take an apprentice. They had thought Flightkit would have become a warrior but it wouldn't have suited him. Flightpaw was a quick and easy learner. He took everything seriously, not wanting to make Thornbush ashamed to have an idiotic imbecile as an apprentice.
Time went by, Flightpaw had become Flightfoot. An official apprentice of Thornbush. An official Medicine Cat apprentice. He had a bond with Thornbush. They were the best of friends. But something terrible happened that shattered that friendship. His father, and his brother who he didn't know was his brother had brought a small raiding party. His father and Thornbush were fighting, while Flightfoot was fighting his brother Acid. They clashed, claw with claw, and fang and fang.
The fight was bloody. Thornbush dead, and the brothers were still fighting. Neither would stay down. A fight between blood, a fight to the death. The finally blow came. Flightfoot sank his fangs into his brothers neck. His brothers last words were, 'See you soon...brother'. They burried the dead away from the camp. The live but wounded rouges were chased off. Flightfoot was mad, mad at himself. Why had he killed his own kin? His brother? His father and brother were dead, along with his mother. He had no family left. No one. But he had his clan, that he would protect with his life.
The tom traveled to the Moonstone to become a real Medicine Cat. He goes on serving as one. Loving what he does. His promise to himself, never to let one die that doesn't deserve it, and try your hardest to heal a cat on the verge of death.
IC:
(From the Past)
He listened to the soft, age vocals of Thornbush. The dusty tabby tom was telling him the condition of one of the elders. His auds stood erect atop of his crania listening. A yowl sounded in the distance. Flightfoot sprang to his paws, hackles raised as two dirty but strong-looking cats bursted through the den. One tackled Thornbush while the other tackled him. He bite and scratched at the tom. Kicking his hindlegs he flung the siamese-looking tom off.
The two hissed at eachother. Fightfoot curled his lips into a snarl. His dark brown tail lashed in anger and some annoyance. Was this rogue toying with him? He leapt at the rogue tom's flank. Claws unsheathed and ready to shred anything in their path. He had aimed right, his claws came through the fur and flesh on the tom's flank causing a ugly wound. Blood had splattered on the ground and covered his claws. Anger and fury burned in his sky-blue optics, fueling him.
With such ferocity the two clashed again. Ripped fur was everywhere, even blood. Flightfoot wouldn't give up, neither would the rogue. He got lucky, his fangs gripped the rogue's neck also known as Acid. The blow was fatal and nothing could be done know. Acid wailed and yowled, paws and legs trashing about. Finally it died down, before he went limp the tom was able to mutter, "See you soon...brother." Flightfoot watched with horror in his eyes as the tom went limp.
Not wanting to believe it he nosed and licked his brother's fur. Optics watery, auds were flat against his narrow like skull. It was hard to believe, that he had a brother and he was dead, by his paws. Moving away he let the warriors take the three bodies away. His brother dead, the rogue that must have been his father was dead, and his mentor. No...this couldn't be happening. But life must go on.
Password: Secrets
Gender: Tom
Rank: Medicine Cat
Clan: WindClan
Description:
-Fur-
The base of his fur is a milky white. It holds no markings but the ones of his Siamese heritage, but on his back between his shoulders the fur is 'tipped' with brown, and its tipped brown around his haunches and near his tail. His face and ears are covered with a darker brown fur that make his eyes stand out somewhat. The dark brown fur on his face gets lighter as it goes down a bit on his neck and turns into a cream then the white base.His legs and tail and dipped in the same dark brown. His paws are equipped with long dagger-like whitish claws.
Body
He has a lanky bodice, like all Siamese. Flightfoot is lean-muscled like all WindClan cats. He is light on his paws, and very quick. His long tail allows excellent balance. The tom makes a fine rabbit-hunter. His head is a tad bit small, which is held up by a long neck.
Eyes
Soft, sky blue are the hue of his optics. They are slanted and almound shaped. They stand out somewhat and can become bright in the dark. His pupils are sharply pointed and have a watchful look to them.
Picture:Click for Picture
Personality:
He can be really rude at times, though is actually once you know him for a long time Flightfoot is a softspoken and a wiseminding tom. Flightfoot knows his place, a Medicine Cat that heals thoughs who are wounded and gets signs from StarClan. He is loyal as any other cat. The tom is brave in battles, and is somewhat a good fighter. He doesn't like to fight, seeing so many wounded come out of battles. His knowledge of herbs is like any other good Medicine Cat. Flightfoot is quick to act when it comes to healing others. He knows it is quite impossible to save every cat that comes to his den so close to death but he tries.
History:
No one really knows his past besides a few that know him really well. Those who do have been told this.
Flightfoot, known as Flightkit back then had a brother. His mother was a WindClan cat while his father a loner with a cold heart. His father took his brother away from his mother as a small kit. He was told that his father had another mate at the time. While his brother was taken care of by the other mate Flightkit stayed with his mother. No one had asked her who the father was. It was a queen's choice not to tell who the father was. Flightkit grew up to be like any other kit, but he had an interest in healing and herbs.
The medicine cat, Thornbush saw his interest and had surprised everyone when it was time for him to take an apprentice. They had thought Flightkit would have become a warrior but it wouldn't have suited him. Flightpaw was a quick and easy learner. He took everything seriously, not wanting to make Thornbush ashamed to have an idiotic imbecile as an apprentice.
Time went by, Flightpaw had become Flightfoot. An official apprentice of Thornbush. An official Medicine Cat apprentice. He had a bond with Thornbush. They were the best of friends. But something terrible happened that shattered that friendship. His father, and his brother who he didn't know was his brother had brought a small raiding party. His father and Thornbush were fighting, while Flightfoot was fighting his brother Acid. They clashed, claw with claw, and fang and fang.
The fight was bloody. Thornbush dead, and the brothers were still fighting. Neither would stay down. A fight between blood, a fight to the death. The finally blow came. Flightfoot sank his fangs into his brothers neck. His brothers last words were, 'See you soon...brother'. They burried the dead away from the camp. The live but wounded rouges were chased off. Flightfoot was mad, mad at himself. Why had he killed his own kin? His brother? His father and brother were dead, along with his mother. He had no family left. No one. But he had his clan, that he would protect with his life.
The tom traveled to the Moonstone to become a real Medicine Cat. He goes on serving as one. Loving what he does. His promise to himself, never to let one die that doesn't deserve it, and try your hardest to heal a cat on the verge of death.
IC:
(From the Past)
He listened to the soft, age vocals of Thornbush. The dusty tabby tom was telling him the condition of one of the elders. His auds stood erect atop of his crania listening. A yowl sounded in the distance. Flightfoot sprang to his paws, hackles raised as two dirty but strong-looking cats bursted through the den. One tackled Thornbush while the other tackled him. He bite and scratched at the tom. Kicking his hindlegs he flung the siamese-looking tom off.
The two hissed at eachother. Fightfoot curled his lips into a snarl. His dark brown tail lashed in anger and some annoyance. Was this rogue toying with him? He leapt at the rogue tom's flank. Claws unsheathed and ready to shred anything in their path. He had aimed right, his claws came through the fur and flesh on the tom's flank causing a ugly wound. Blood had splattered on the ground and covered his claws. Anger and fury burned in his sky-blue optics, fueling him.
With such ferocity the two clashed again. Ripped fur was everywhere, even blood. Flightfoot wouldn't give up, neither would the rogue. He got lucky, his fangs gripped the rogue's neck also known as Acid. The blow was fatal and nothing could be done know. Acid wailed and yowled, paws and legs trashing about. Finally it died down, before he went limp the tom was able to mutter, "See you soon...brother." Flightfoot watched with horror in his eyes as the tom went limp.
Not wanting to believe it he nosed and licked his brother's fur. Optics watery, auds were flat against his narrow like skull. It was hard to believe, that he had a brother and he was dead, by his paws. Moving away he let the warriors take the three bodies away. His brother dead, the rogue that must have been his father was dead, and his mentor. No...this couldn't be happening. But life must go on.
Password: Secrets
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