xx Paintedwind. Jan 4, 2008 7:18:54 GMT -5
Post by xx summer. on Jan 4, 2008 7:18:54 GMT -5
they call me Paintedwind[/size]
i was dubbed a she-cat
i have walked the world for 48 moons
my destiny is with RainClan
i walk the path of a Medicine Cat?
at a glance i am A small calico with startling bright green eyes
see me I am a slim, small she-cat. The long, glossy pelt that cloaks me has a base colour of pure, snowy white. I step into a pool of moonlight and take on an angelic appearance, shining and sparkling demurely. On top of the glossy sheen of white is a fiery tan, patched across my pelt alongside a dark, bramble colour and pure, jet black. I am a compact she-cat, and could easily be mistaken for an apprentice if it wasn't for my rather stocky shoulders. My legs are of a normal length, but look shorter on me because my long fur fills me out. All four of my paws are the same sparklingly clean white as my chest and underbelly. My fur is soft to touch and has a silky sheen to it. My tail is long and fluffy, and is patchwork across the top, snowy underneath. My claws, at the unlikely time that they are unsheathed, are long and silvery, able to slit into flesh like a knife into butter, but put to better use shredding herb leaves and taking berries off their stems. My muzzle is long and fox like, ending with a pale pink nose outlined almost as if an artist had picked up a paintbrush, daubed it in liquid midnight and painted round it as carefully as he could. My whiskers curl slightly as they protrude from my cheeks. My large, clear eyes are a vivid shade of green. Encased in the slivers of colour are dark caverns known as my pupils, growing and shrinking to take in just enough light to let me see the full beauty of the world around. My ears are slightly large and are permenantly searching for sounds I may have missed, birds calling in the distance, bubbling brooks chattering merrily. The roar of a monster on the Thunderpath. Altogether I am quite a pretty she-cat, if I do say so myself. I do not try hard to enhance my looks, but I tend not to get too messed up in the first place. This does not mean in the slightest that I do not work hard; I try my hardest for the Clan and everything associated to it.
hear me I am a compassionate cat, caring and friendly. I am the type of cat that listens when talked to, and gives advice when wanted. I like to listen to other cats' problems, and aid them in the right direction. I don't get het up a lot, but when I do it's in a silent way, choosing to ignore the cause rather than to face it. I stay cool in most situations, silently mulling over the problem in my head and trying to find a solution. If I'm concentrating hard I tend to block out everything around me and work on the thing in front of me. I am a friendly cat, and get along with everyone. I don't hold grudges, if everyone did that where would we be? I love nothing more than hunting for herbs, and in my spare time I like to experiment with herbs. I don't mind getting my paws dirty, as long as it's for a worthwhile cause. The only thing that really riles me is when someone kicks up a fuss for no reason. When cats become like that I simply ignore them, focussing on the real problems. I hate to see cats in pain, even if the cat isn't from my Clan. If there is a battle raging I will give my care and knowledge to any cat that asks for it. I have never thought about having a mate, or kits, because I knew medicine was my calling since I still had my kitten fur. Never before have I resorted to violence, but if one cat ever pushed me far enough, the tiger inside me would bare its ugly head. I keep my den in pristeen condition, being my home and like to keep the herbs in their places. I hate untidyness, and will often remind the apprentices the elder den needs new bedding. My favourite thing to do is visit new life in the nursery. It always gives me a warm feeling inside to step through the nursery entrance and smell the warm kitten scent that surrounds it. I always pay special attention to the queens, as I would hate anything to go wrong during the pregnancy. I think I am an all round gentle cat, and strive to keep my Clan happy and well.
know me I was born on a warm summer night, the sky blanketed with stars twinkling above me. The night had seemed so perfect- the opposite to the birth. It was a long, hard birthing, my mother told me when I was older. There were three kits including me, but only two survived. The third didn't survive even being named. Then there was me- Paintedkit, because of my patchwork pelt, and my brother, Riverkit, because of his startling blue gray pelt. My mother, Fleetingcry, was so proud, and loved her kits dearly. Our father, Goldenthroat, was a proud father and visited us regularly. He knew that we were going to grow to be strong warriors. He couldn't imagine us taking any other route, and went into denial when I started helping the medicine cat when nursery play was too rough. Other kits laughed at me for not wanting to play fight, but I didn't want to fight, even if it was just a game. My father tried to talk me out of things and my mother told him to hush up. They fought over me and I felt terrible for putting them through this. I tried to be 'normal' and play fight like the rest of the kits but then they complained that I didn't do it right. My mother told me that whatever I did she would always be proud of me, but my father didn't want his child being a medicine cat. He wanted to make the Clan strong with his bloodlines.
Before I was apprenticed, the medicine cat, Bramblewhisker, asked how I felt about my future. I told him the truth- that I didn't want to be violent and felt something calling me to the path of a medicine cat. Bramblewhisker asked me how I would feel about becoming his apprentice and I agreed readily, feeling that it was the right choice for me. Goldenthroat was dissapointed, but the my mother talked to him about how a medicine cat tributed to the Clan in more ways than just healing. He finally came to accept that this was my destiny and congratulated me on my achievements. He always favoured my brother, at this time known as Riverpaw, and would often come along to his training sessions and give him advice. This would irritate Sandmask, his mentor, and they often fought in front of the Clan about it. Goldenthroat was a burly tom and Sandmask was a bit of a runt, so Goldenthroat could beat him easily. This way my father gained a lot of enemies in the Clan. In one certain battle he was killed by a bite to the back of the neck, but onlookers swore that it was a puny, lithe tom that killed him, a tome that smelled of RiverClan. Sandmask was killed early too, by a badger.
My apprenticeship was filled with the ups and downs of life. I loved learning about all the different herbs and their uses, but would get so annoyed with myself when my bad memory caused me to forget the tiniest things. I would get so het up and angry with myself and bramblewhisker would often give me 'time-outs' when I was to walk my problems off. Funnily enough this helped immensely, and Bramblewhisker gave me an exercise to do while I was walking. I was to recite herb names and their uses until I came to the one I had forgotten, then I would have to find some of that herb and bring it back to camp. This would normally trigger some scent or memory in which I had used the herb and why I had used it. Bramblewhisker was a very caring mentor, always praising me. I learned so much from him and when he died instantly from the blow of a Monster I was so upset. I knew I had to stay strong though and by this time I had come very far in my training. I would remember the days with Brramblewhisker when I forgot something, and it gave me great pleasure to be following in his footsteps.
My mother lived to an old age and passed away peacefully in her sleep. We were very close and when she died I felt a great sense of loss, but knew that she had had a great life. Riverpaw- now Riverstone- was very close to me and he helped me with herb collecting when he wasn't too busy. I am now very close to all of the Clan and love to listen to the elders stories, however kit-like this trait may be. I only dream of doing my best for the Clan and striving to do my best.
my family mother- Fleetingcry**
the secret words ?