Post by Dazed on Feb 23, 2008 11:13:59 GMT -5
Name
Brightpool
Position
Medicine Cat
Clan or Loner
WindClan
Age
12 Moons
Gender
She-cat
Peltage
Brightpool is a beautiful ginger she-cat with darker ginger patterns. Her eyes are leaf-green, with golden flecks. Her chest and paws are white, the rest is dipped in ginger patterns.
Picture
Personality
Brightpool is a very sweet WindClan cat. Her voice is always soft, and she take care in her job. She always makes sure every cat in the Clan is happy, though if someone snaps at her, she will say something. Brightpool hates battles, but will fight if she must.
History
Brightpool has been born through and through of WindClan. Her mother was Nightheart, and her father was Sunclaw. They are both deceased, but were very proud of their daughter. As a kit, Brightpool had no siblings. She would examine the snag of a bramble for her mother entering the Nursery, and took much dedication to this occupation.
IC
Brightpool trotted into camp with comfrey grasped tightly, yet gently, in her jaws. She placed them on her very orderly rock shelf, and padded back into camp. The ginger she-cat heard a yowl, and her fur rose in anxiousness. A warrior limped in, bleeding terribly. He limped into the medicine cat's den, and she ran in after.
Brightpool
Position
Medicine Cat
Clan or Loner
WindClan
Age
12 Moons
Gender
She-cat
Peltage
Brightpool is a beautiful ginger she-cat with darker ginger patterns. Her eyes are leaf-green, with golden flecks. Her chest and paws are white, the rest is dipped in ginger patterns.
Picture
Personality
Brightpool is a very sweet WindClan cat. Her voice is always soft, and she take care in her job. She always makes sure every cat in the Clan is happy, though if someone snaps at her, she will say something. Brightpool hates battles, but will fight if she must.
History
Brightpool has been born through and through of WindClan. Her mother was Nightheart, and her father was Sunclaw. They are both deceased, but were very proud of their daughter. As a kit, Brightpool had no siblings. She would examine the snag of a bramble for her mother entering the Nursery, and took much dedication to this occupation.
IC
Brightpool trotted into camp with comfrey grasped tightly, yet gently, in her jaws. She placed them on her very orderly rock shelf, and padded back into camp. The ginger she-cat heard a yowl, and her fur rose in anxiousness. A warrior limped in, bleeding terribly. He limped into the medicine cat's den, and she ran in after.
