Post by Tornleaf on Mar 30, 2009 21:33:49 GMT -5
Name: Tornleaf
Gender Tom... I think.
Clan: AirClan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Personality: Somewhat shy, and prefers to keep to himself. He tends to to pause a lot, or apologize for things that he really has no control over. He decided to be a medicine cat at a very young age when his to-be mentor Spottedpelt asked him to help gather herbs, because he didn't want to deal with the guilt of fighting, hurting, and possibly killing other cats. He has an almost unshakable faith in StarClan. He is pretty clumsy and often begins to daydream at random times. He tends to keep most of his thoughts to himself and doesn't like to share too much with others. He scares easily, however, especially when his own physical well-being is placed in danger. (((Remember this: "OMG WOLFKIT BIT OMGOMGOMGOMG *throws him across the den* OMG!1!!!"))
Picture:
(Holy cow, I can't believe I still have this picture)
Description: Exactly like his picture.
RP Example:
(I kinda made this too long I think, but I was planning to use if for my first real RP post too so you can just ignore most of it >_>)
He gently set down the plants he had be carrying, making sure to set them in a dry spot and off to the side. He gazed down into a small puddle, left from recent rains, at his reflection. Tornleaf scrutinized the worried face that gazed back at him. The forest, he had realized days ago, had changed. He felt so lost now, in its malicious confines, and dismayed and frightened at the ethereal gazes he had assured himself he was only imagining. Even more malicious now though, than the open plains, was his own camp and den. Where would he run to if IceClan decided to come for him next?
How calmly and calculating he used to consider his own death, back when he was but a kit. But now, with almost all the other Clans' medicine cats having been killed or wounded, he wondered aloud, "Why have I been spared...?" A breeze rolled by at that moment, distorting his image in the puddle, and ruffling his fur. He was suddenly snapped back into reality, finding he had been slowly leaning further over the puddle as his thoughts meandered on.
Tornleaf stumbled for a second as he fought to keep from falling into the puddle. Gasping for breath from that sudden challenge, he glanced back up at the sun-high sky quickly, then around for the herbs he had dropped earlier. He snatched them up in his mouth, the mixing smells overwhelming the scents of the forest, and hurried back to the camp. It wasn't safe to be out this long anymore.
Gender Tom... I think.
Clan: AirClan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Personality: Somewhat shy, and prefers to keep to himself. He tends to to pause a lot, or apologize for things that he really has no control over. He decided to be a medicine cat at a very young age when his to-be mentor Spottedpelt asked him to help gather herbs, because he didn't want to deal with the guilt of fighting, hurting, and possibly killing other cats. He has an almost unshakable faith in StarClan. He is pretty clumsy and often begins to daydream at random times. He tends to keep most of his thoughts to himself and doesn't like to share too much with others. He scares easily, however, especially when his own physical well-being is placed in danger. (((Remember this: "OMG WOLFKIT BIT OMGOMGOMGOMG *throws him across the den* OMG!1!!!"))
Picture:
(Holy cow, I can't believe I still have this picture) Description: Exactly like his picture.
RP Example:
(I kinda made this too long I think, but I was planning to use if for my first real RP post too so you can just ignore most of it >_>)
He gently set down the plants he had be carrying, making sure to set them in a dry spot and off to the side. He gazed down into a small puddle, left from recent rains, at his reflection. Tornleaf scrutinized the worried face that gazed back at him. The forest, he had realized days ago, had changed. He felt so lost now, in its malicious confines, and dismayed and frightened at the ethereal gazes he had assured himself he was only imagining. Even more malicious now though, than the open plains, was his own camp and den. Where would he run to if IceClan decided to come for him next?
How calmly and calculating he used to consider his own death, back when he was but a kit. But now, with almost all the other Clans' medicine cats having been killed or wounded, he wondered aloud, "Why have I been spared...?" A breeze rolled by at that moment, distorting his image in the puddle, and ruffling his fur. He was suddenly snapped back into reality, finding he had been slowly leaning further over the puddle as his thoughts meandered on.
Tornleaf stumbled for a second as he fought to keep from falling into the puddle. Gasping for breath from that sudden challenge, he glanced back up at the sun-high sky quickly, then around for the herbs he had dropped earlier. He snatched them up in his mouth, the mixing smells overwhelming the scents of the forest, and hurried back to the camp. It wasn't safe to be out this long anymore.
