Post by silentreflection on Jan 15, 2007 16:15:31 GMT -5
Name: Elmheart
Gender: Male
Rank: Trying out for Med. Cat. If I don't make it, I'll edit his bio and change him to be a warrior.
Clan: RiverClan
Description: Elmheart's brown tabby pelt melts effortlessly into the dappled shadows of the forest, and his subtle camouflage is mirrored in his secretive walk. He holds himself timidly, always seeming to melt away into the surroundings, one of his most useful abilities. Elmheart always does his best not to be noticed. Elmheart's eyes are intense, leaf green, radiating kindness and shyness. Though his face is usually extremely expressive, he tends to close his emotions off when he is treating other cats. He is a fast runner, and though he is an untrained fighter, he is strong and agile enough to hold his own against an opponent for some time. His voice is soft, whispery like rustling leaves.
Picture: n/a
Personality: Elmheart can only be described as kind. He never was tough, never tried to put on the image of courage. He has a very strict sense of right and wrong. Elmheart never lies, never says an unkind word unless something truly serious has prompted it. He always strives to take care of the clan, to put the clan first. He is a good judge, always moderate, always fair. Any passion he feels is stored deep inside him where no cat can reach it. Despite his kindness, Elmheart is shy. He abhors talking to cats he does not know with a fiery passion. He avoids all encounters where he might be alone with a cat he does not know. Some cats are able to accept his quietness, his shyness, while others are not. He hates talking, meeting new cats is the most awkward of all experiences in his world. Elmheart enjoys being alone in the forest more than anything. He likes meditating and thinking, and watching the sunset is one of his favorite activities. He also loves healing, loves feeling that he has made a difference. Elmheart, like all medicine cats, has great faith in StarClan, always convinced they will guide him.
History: Born to two average warriors of RiverClan, Elmheart never expected grow up differently from his two siblings. Being one of a litter of three was always awkward for Elmheart, who was shy and hated fighting. Luckily, the clan leader noticed how much he liked being alone and helping others and made him the medicine cat apprentice. Elmheart trained hard through each setback presented to him. Even when his brother drowned in a spring flood he worked hard to heal all the others who were hurt. He was given his Medicine cat name not long after.
Elmheart gradually became very protective of his sister, the runt of their litter, whose health had always been a concern. Her death, and within the same moon his mentor's death, affected him greatly. For a time, he refused to do anything other than mourn them and watch the sunset. However, a plague struck RiverClan. it took several deaths before Elmheart realized how much he was needed. He desperately struggled to help each cat, to easy the pain of those who could not be helped. He finally realized the extent of his passion for healing, how much he wanted to help others.
IC: He slipped through the forest, striped fur and striped shadows melting together. The late afternoon light was golden, casting a beautiful shade over the land. As he reached the edge of the forest, the sky slipped from light blue to crimson, to orange, to glowing gold. Pink fluffy clouds streaked the horizon. Elmheart watched as the sun sank, sank slowly downwards. Watched as Silverpelt appeared, star by star. Watched, waited. Night took hold over the land at last, and Elmheart's trance-like state ended. Shaking his head, he turned around. Back home. Back to reality, to duty. To life.
Password: secrets
Sorry the end's a bit rushed... I have to go and this isn't my computer.
Gender: Male
Rank: Trying out for Med. Cat. If I don't make it, I'll edit his bio and change him to be a warrior.
Clan: RiverClan
Description: Elmheart's brown tabby pelt melts effortlessly into the dappled shadows of the forest, and his subtle camouflage is mirrored in his secretive walk. He holds himself timidly, always seeming to melt away into the surroundings, one of his most useful abilities. Elmheart always does his best not to be noticed. Elmheart's eyes are intense, leaf green, radiating kindness and shyness. Though his face is usually extremely expressive, he tends to close his emotions off when he is treating other cats. He is a fast runner, and though he is an untrained fighter, he is strong and agile enough to hold his own against an opponent for some time. His voice is soft, whispery like rustling leaves.
Picture: n/a
Personality: Elmheart can only be described as kind. He never was tough, never tried to put on the image of courage. He has a very strict sense of right and wrong. Elmheart never lies, never says an unkind word unless something truly serious has prompted it. He always strives to take care of the clan, to put the clan first. He is a good judge, always moderate, always fair. Any passion he feels is stored deep inside him where no cat can reach it. Despite his kindness, Elmheart is shy. He abhors talking to cats he does not know with a fiery passion. He avoids all encounters where he might be alone with a cat he does not know. Some cats are able to accept his quietness, his shyness, while others are not. He hates talking, meeting new cats is the most awkward of all experiences in his world. Elmheart enjoys being alone in the forest more than anything. He likes meditating and thinking, and watching the sunset is one of his favorite activities. He also loves healing, loves feeling that he has made a difference. Elmheart, like all medicine cats, has great faith in StarClan, always convinced they will guide him.
History: Born to two average warriors of RiverClan, Elmheart never expected grow up differently from his two siblings. Being one of a litter of three was always awkward for Elmheart, who was shy and hated fighting. Luckily, the clan leader noticed how much he liked being alone and helping others and made him the medicine cat apprentice. Elmheart trained hard through each setback presented to him. Even when his brother drowned in a spring flood he worked hard to heal all the others who were hurt. He was given his Medicine cat name not long after.
Elmheart gradually became very protective of his sister, the runt of their litter, whose health had always been a concern. Her death, and within the same moon his mentor's death, affected him greatly. For a time, he refused to do anything other than mourn them and watch the sunset. However, a plague struck RiverClan. it took several deaths before Elmheart realized how much he was needed. He desperately struggled to help each cat, to easy the pain of those who could not be helped. He finally realized the extent of his passion for healing, how much he wanted to help others.
IC: He slipped through the forest, striped fur and striped shadows melting together. The late afternoon light was golden, casting a beautiful shade over the land. As he reached the edge of the forest, the sky slipped from light blue to crimson, to orange, to glowing gold. Pink fluffy clouds streaked the horizon. Elmheart watched as the sun sank, sank slowly downwards. Watched as Silverpelt appeared, star by star. Watched, waited. Night took hold over the land at last, and Elmheart's trance-like state ended. Shaking his head, he turned around. Back home. Back to reality, to duty. To life.
Password: secrets
Sorry the end's a bit rushed... I have to go and this isn't my computer.
