Post by Trick on Mar 23, 2013 15:54:05 GMT -5
BASIC INFO
Name: Mintsage
Age: 30 Moons
Clan: Owlclan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Brief Description: masked brown and white patched she-cat
APPEARANCE & PERSONALITY
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Looks in Detail:
Mintsage is a small cat by nature, being born the runt of the litter. With her small size comes grace and thin boning, because of this she seems awfully petite and almost fragile, as if she could break at a hard blow. Her fur is sleek like most Owlclan cats, but it is thinner than most. Mintsage's fur is a patched artwork of white and chocolate brown, with a large seeming 'mask' over her eyes. Mintsage's orbs are a bright, vivid green that almost seem to sparkle with the liveliness behind them. These green eyes, framed by brown, seem large in her delicate face and are the main way for her to express emotion.
Mintsage is lithe and thin, if she wasn't a medicine cat, no doubt she would have at least one possible suitor after her. Her tail is longer than most, being brown tipped with white. Her nose is a pale pink and her brown ears darken as they move upwards, tapering to black tips.
Personality:
Mintsage is usually a gentle cat, always leaning towards the most diplomatic option to solve any problem. She will always prefer peace over violence, but realizes that it is not always the ideal solution. Sometimes violence is necessary, she understands that, but is still grateful that she need only heal the wounds of combat, instead of fighting herself. However,if she sees no other options available she will fight, though is is more or less untrained in the area.
As a medicine cat she has a soft spot for kits and has always longed for some of her own. Unfortunately, she has never had a liking for toms, so kits are out of the question, along with the fact that it is against the warrior code for her to take a mate. She is stubborn and hard-headed, once she had decided to do something there is no dissuading her from it. She has a restless, wandering spirit, often with her head in the clouds. She lets her mind wander, since her feet cannot when she is stuck in camp. Mintsage is wise for her years due to the guidance from Starclan. She has a deep respect for her ancestors and always enjoys the half moon meetings to visit them. Gatherings are another favorite time of hers, since
HISTORY & RP SAMPLE
History:
Firelily and Darkwing gave birth to a second littler containing two healthy kittens. Their first litter were already strong apprentices working towards becoming proud warriors of Owlclan. Mintkit was the runt of the litter, but was surprisingly and sadly stronger then her littermate Sedgekit, who got sick a week after being born. After a few more weeks of struggling, he died in his sleep. Mintkit was too small to really understand what death was, and she was too busy being spoiled with all the attention she got from her family after that, to worry about it.
Her older sister and brother from the first litter, both came to the den when they could and played with her. Firelily told her enchanting stories about the other clans. Mintkit enjoyed her life so much and was so happy, she didn't even know what she had lost.
Roughly two moons went by, and the clan went to the full moon gathering. Mintkit's father Darkwing went with them. The newly made warriors, Mintkit's siblings Dirtstripe and Beechwhisker stayed behind with their mother and sister. It was on that night Mintkit lost everything dear to her. A starving fox crept into camp as the moon scaled the night sky, making its way for the nursery. Firelily was the only queen in the nursery, and besides her and the two warriors, there were only a few elders sleeping in their den. They were alone.
Mintkit's two older sibling tried their best to fight it and keep it busy as their mother hide Mintkit beneath some moss in the corner. In the end, Firelily and Dirtstripe where killed right in front of her. Beechwhisker was saved as the cats returned from the gathering early and helped finish the fight. Mintkit watched as her family was ripped apart right in front of her, and the only reason the fox didn't find her was because of her small size, and her brave family. The bodies were dragged into the center of the clearing and mourned that night. Beechwhisker grew to spend more time with Mintkit, taking over as a father, since Darkwing had secluded himself after the death of his mate and other son.
At six moons of age, Mintpaw made the choice to become a medicine cat apprentice, rather than a warrior. She had seen first hand, violence and death, and wanted no part of it. The previous medicine cat Webice saw something inside the she-cat, and willingly took her in. Mintpaw thrived among the herbs, and after a preliminary squeamishness of blood and pus, she began to grow into a well-loved medicine cat.
Darkwing died of greencough when a particularly rough leafbare struck the clans. Mintpaw was in her thirteenth moon and getting ready to be named a full medicine cat. She couldn't save her father, who was already growing elderly. Blaming herself for this, Mintpaw merely worked harder, promising to herself never to lose another cat again.
Shortly after, Mintpaw was named Mintsage, a full medicine cat. During her ceremony, she was visited by the spirits of her family, and for a few moments was given a joyful reunion. She woke up after with tears in her eyes. After that, she was visited every now and again by one of her family members, sometimes they passed on advice to her, or just talked. With this new link to Starclan, Mintsage began learning more, becoming adept in dream interpreting.
A few moons later, the elderly Webice passed away, leaving Mintsage as the sole medicine cat of Owlclan. Her brother Beechwhisker was a senior warrior now and just as coddling as ever, still managing to act as a second father to her, since he secretly blamed himself for his family's death, just as Mintsage did.
RP Sample:
It was ironic really. Leaf bare was the hardest time for all of the clans, with starvation and disease running wild. Yet it was Whitestar's prime, where he was king of kings. His black and white pelt slipped through the shadows, glided over the glistening snow. Half and half, black and white, two opposites fighting for dominance over his pelt, just as they were in his heart. This was Whitestar's time. It was ironic that he was strongest and most at home, when everything else lay dead or dying.
The tuxedo tom slid around the edge of the Starlight pond, his dark eyes reflecting the dancing fire over the pond. The gold flecks in his eyes shone and did not seem so out of place, looking themselves like little fireflies, bottled behind his gaze. His clan was silent for now, almost empty in the driven leafbare. A heavy silence, with the forest smothered by heavy snow.
Stopping when he found a place that suited him, the large tom sat, a ghostly half-cat, only his white half truly visible in the night. The half moon shone down, illuminating that half of snowy fur, doing nothing to see the ebony. Moving a paw slowly, he flicked a rounded stone into the still water, the sudden movement sending the fireflies rocketing upwards, locked in their own choreographed dance. The ripples spread outward, causing the reflection of the moon to warp and Whitestar's own reflection with it.
Behind the mirror, the glass is broken. Why keep the mirror, if it's already shattered?
OOC INFO
OOC Name: Trick
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Other Characters: Lionstar of Falconclan
