Post by Bracken on Oct 20, 2011 17:10:10 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Gypsy gender: She-cat age: 35 Moons clan: Bloodclan rank: Healer [style=text-align:center;font-size:15px;letter-spacing:5]APPEARANCE Slender figure, the she cat had a mainly ivory hued base with gray blotches covering her figure. Along her head and face were tan hues mingled with the gray. A white star spread along her brow with a blaze moving from that towards her pink nose. Black eye liner stretched from her cheeks around her eyes, as if it were egyptian make-up. Two pointed erect ears carried the tan hue, while hind legs around the hock also carried a bit of the tan color. Long tail had rings of gray and ivory around it, while limbs were mostly ivory, along with under her chin down to her belly. The cat's hair was shorter, yet thick. A comfort in the cold alleys where she lived with Korse and his band. Limbs were somewhat shorter than an average cats, making her seem smaller, yet she had ensured she was well balanced, increasing her hunting abilities when allowed to. PERSONALITY Bloodclan When it came to her clan the she-cat was loyal, she had grown up around the inner circle, saw only them and their importance. The she-cat saw Korse as the sole leader, following his word through her training as though the Gods had spoken through him. His ruthlessness she had grown up with, same as her clan. She spoke with pride towards her clanmates, looking down upon them at times when they acted like mouse-brains, or when the toms thought they were a bit more attractive than they truly were, thinking she was for the taking like their other females. No, she was not and never would be for them. Loves She does not understand the meaning of love, only her duty. Perhaps she loves her job as healer, it has given her many things, things to be grateful for. Yet she knows she must one day take a mate, and choose one of her kits to be her successor. She dreaded that day, that day when she would need to give herself up. Yet she envied the few cats who were able to find love, it appeared to exist for them, so why not her? She had had crushes in the past, a warrior here or there, yet it never manifested into anything. When she was a kit, and beginning her training she looked up to Korse, one of the few toms she knew, and as time grew so did her crush, yet eventually she saw him for what he was, and while she does not like him for his ruthlessness, she did admire him. Perhaps still does in a way. Friends The cat had few friends, especially since her father's death. Yet she yearned for them, silently wishing to make friends with the other medicine cats, learn more about their herbs and their Starclan. She felt they had more power than she ever would. Each time she visited a clan, she would do her best to speak with the medicine cats, try to form bonds with them. Perhaps it could come of some use one day. Healing It was her job, her duty to her clan. She needed to heal and so would. She loved it, helping her clanmates especially those who were grateful for her help. Kits she did enjoy, their freedom and care-free nature, yet she knew the life that led for them within Bloodclan. The Healer ensured she had a well stock of herbs at all times, she had learned many of her herbs from the clans medicine cats, useful they were, yet a pain to gather without the help of an apprentice. A part of her healing job was also to choose the kits who would eventually be betrothed to one another, a task she both enjoyed and detested. The kits future was set, yet would they be happy? Was love even possible for them? What had she sentenced them too? She always wondered and checked up on them every now and then. HISTORY Her path was set before her eyes had opened. Chosen soon after her birth by her father, Travers, to be the next Healer of Bloodclan. And so, once able to be weaned, she was taken to be raised with her father. She would see her siblings every now and then, but her father was her companion. And she grew close to him, and her training really began she saw the work he did and fell in love with it. Her first time going along with her father to watch a betrothal was fascinating, that would never happen to her. She watched as kits were chosen to go to their mates clan after their apprenticeship. She could not wait to help set up pairings, not fully understanding what she would be sentencing those kits to. Her father was close to Korse, the leader of Bloodclan, and her father was elderly by the time her apprenticeship was ending, and she took over. A part of the leader's inner circle, she was one of the few female voices, yet yearned for something more. She wanted, needed companionship, something she did not get within Bloodclan. If only the other medicine cats would speak more to her, if only seh had a chance to speak to them. It was also coming time for her to decide on a mate, think of taking an apprentice, yet she wanted love, that fabled thing of stories. [/style] |
