Post by Snakeh on May 24, 2013 6:10:40 GMT -5
Name: Burnetkit ~ Burnetpaw ~ Burnetfoot ~ Burnetleaf
Age (in moons): 37 moons
Gender: Male
Allegiance: GrassClan
Appearance: Burnetleaf is a large, reddish-brown tabby cat. He has exuberant green eyes and white whiskers. The medicine cat's jaw is stained white, and a streak of the color has splashed onto his nose. One leg is twisted at a strange angle, and he limps.
Personality: Always alert, the reddish-brown tom has an attitude that can sass the ears off any cat. He's extremely good with herbs but unfortunately, he isn't quite as fast as he used to be. He never expresses his jealousy of the warriors in public, though you can always tell when he's annoyed. You can often find him in his den whispering to himself. When confronted about it he simply asks if there's anything wrong. Sometimes you might catch on good days in which case he'll ask you to help him gather herbs. If you catch him on bad days, he'll snap at you unless you're quite truly ill. Burnetleaf dislikes non-clan cats and especially dislikes PineClan cats because of the accident they caused. He even dislikes some GrassClan cats, though his attitude doesn't differ when treating them.
History:
There was never a single point in Burnetleaf’s young life when he sat and thought to himself: Someday, I’ll be a medicine cat. The thought never even occurred to him. As a young kit, Burnetkit was rambunctious and noisy, playing with his sister Foxkit and eager to become a warrior alongside her. They were both young, healthy kits, and their time in the nursery together was a happy time for the both of them. Becoming an apprentice was like a great accomplishment to Burnetpaw, and for moons, his only desire was to train and train and train, and so train he did. He enwrapped himself in learning to be a warrior and thought of nothing else. He proved to be an excellent fighter, and more than adequate at hunting and stalking. He was supportive, also, of Foxpaw, who was fairly weak with fighting, but better than her brother at hunting. They matched each other very well, and their friendship with one another continued while they were apprentices.
The day he was named Burnetfoot was the happiest of his life, and even now it might still be. Hearing his new named chanted across the camp was the most exhilarating thing he had ever felt. For his first few moons, he was devoted to hunting and patrolling, being as good a warrior as possible so he could be given an apprentice someday, and maybe eventually even be deputy. The thought of being leader felt far off, but he thought that, with some luck and effort, he could reach it.
But before too long, something else of importance entered his life. Her name was Dawnface, and she was gorgeous. Burnetfoot had never imagined that something as superfluous as love could get in the way of his dreams, but when he first sat down with Dawnface and heard her laughing while sitting alongside him, his dreams changed into love. She was supportive and kind, feeling a deep attachment to Burnetfoot, and certain that he could become leader if he wanted to. Such a goal had never felt so silly as when he was taking long walks through the forest with the she-cat who soon became his mate.
For several moons they were together: happy, carefree, full of bliss and the prospect of their lives together. Barely a warrior, and already to Burnetfoot it felt like his life was wonderful. He had a mate, and someday he would have kits, and someday later he might even be deputy. There was very little that could have intruded on his happiness. But something did intrude. A scuffle with another Clan left Burnetfoot badly injured, having to be dragged back to Snowtail because he was far too weak to walk or even speak. He was not quite 26 moons of age when he was carried to Snowtail’s den, a place he would soon become far more familiar with than he ever wanted to be.
He spent days in recovery, and by the time he was strong enough to walk he had noticed the limp on his leg and just how much it hindered him. Snowtail suggested that it might heal with time if he rested, so Burnetfoot stayed there obediently, never moving unless he needed too, and doing what Snowtail told him to do. Yet it was all in vain. When another week passed and he showed no sign of recovery, Snowtail told him the news he had never wanted to hear: he was permanently lame, and with a limp as severe as his, there was no way he could return to warrior duties. Burnetfoot was torn at the news. He felt far too young to become an elder, and yet even as struggled in vain against it, he realized that Snowtail was right. He couldn’t walk anywhere without feeling pain, and even short distances seemed to tire him out.
Dawnface supported him, assuring him that she would love him just as much as an Elder, and that no cat would think less of him. Burnetfoot was grateful for her support, but he still hated the thought. He was full of energy, ambition, and love. Spending the rest of his days lying in the sun doing nothing sounded dreadful. After hearing this for some time, Snowtail approached and offered him another option, one he, even dreading his imminent retirement, had never considered: he could become an Elder, or he could become her apprentice.
The decision nearly split him in two. As an Elder, he would never do anything for his Clan again, but he could still have Dawnface. As a medicine cat, he could support his Clan, but his beloved mate would be lost to him. For days he deliberated, pondering it over in his head and asking Dawnface again and again what she thought. She understood his desire to help the Clan, but she also dreaded losing him, and could only say that she didn’t know, but that the choice was clearly his to make. It took him days, but Burnetfoot did make it. His duty to the Clan had to come before his love. And so, he said goodbye to Dawnface, ripping his heart out in the process, and agreed to be Snowtail’s apprentice.
He was about 27 moons when he came to this terrible decision, and spent the next eight moons in training with the Clans medicine cat. He was often glum and depressed, talking to no one unless he needed to and constantly feeling the urge to see Dawnface, but afraid doing so would only make it worse. He was given a rename to Burnetleaf, as he was no longer fast and he was good with herbs. Back at camp, envy burned him from the inside to see others going out on patrol, defending the Clan while he limped around carrying herbs for Snowtail.
Burnetleaf may not have loved it, but he learned what he needed to from Snowtail. If nothing else, he was able to learn as much as any medicine cat should need to know. He was for some time comforted at least with the knowledge that Snowtail was there to help in case he didn’t know the answer, but then she died when he was in his thirty-sixth moon, leaving Burnetleaf to care for GrassClan. He had previously managed on the comforting notion that he had his mentor, and when she disappeared, his job seemed to become more severe. At first, he stressed and struggled, only hoping he could live up to how well she had done, but after a while he realized that he was more than capable of healing the minor wounds that tended to come to him, and he knew how to deal with most sicknesses. With this notion, Burnetleaf has been able to care for GrassClan on his own.
Check 1: [ x ] Cobalt
Check 2: [ x ] Sprucetail
RPer information
Name: Snaketh
First language: English
Literacy level: Lit
Age (in moons): 37 moons
Gender: Male
Allegiance: GrassClan
Appearance: Burnetleaf is a large, reddish-brown tabby cat. He has exuberant green eyes and white whiskers. The medicine cat's jaw is stained white, and a streak of the color has splashed onto his nose. One leg is twisted at a strange angle, and he limps.
Personality: Always alert, the reddish-brown tom has an attitude that can sass the ears off any cat. He's extremely good with herbs but unfortunately, he isn't quite as fast as he used to be. He never expresses his jealousy of the warriors in public, though you can always tell when he's annoyed. You can often find him in his den whispering to himself. When confronted about it he simply asks if there's anything wrong. Sometimes you might catch on good days in which case he'll ask you to help him gather herbs. If you catch him on bad days, he'll snap at you unless you're quite truly ill. Burnetleaf dislikes non-clan cats and especially dislikes PineClan cats because of the accident they caused. He even dislikes some GrassClan cats, though his attitude doesn't differ when treating them.
History:
There was never a single point in Burnetleaf’s young life when he sat and thought to himself: Someday, I’ll be a medicine cat. The thought never even occurred to him. As a young kit, Burnetkit was rambunctious and noisy, playing with his sister Foxkit and eager to become a warrior alongside her. They were both young, healthy kits, and their time in the nursery together was a happy time for the both of them. Becoming an apprentice was like a great accomplishment to Burnetpaw, and for moons, his only desire was to train and train and train, and so train he did. He enwrapped himself in learning to be a warrior and thought of nothing else. He proved to be an excellent fighter, and more than adequate at hunting and stalking. He was supportive, also, of Foxpaw, who was fairly weak with fighting, but better than her brother at hunting. They matched each other very well, and their friendship with one another continued while they were apprentices.
The day he was named Burnetfoot was the happiest of his life, and even now it might still be. Hearing his new named chanted across the camp was the most exhilarating thing he had ever felt. For his first few moons, he was devoted to hunting and patrolling, being as good a warrior as possible so he could be given an apprentice someday, and maybe eventually even be deputy. The thought of being leader felt far off, but he thought that, with some luck and effort, he could reach it.
But before too long, something else of importance entered his life. Her name was Dawnface, and she was gorgeous. Burnetfoot had never imagined that something as superfluous as love could get in the way of his dreams, but when he first sat down with Dawnface and heard her laughing while sitting alongside him, his dreams changed into love. She was supportive and kind, feeling a deep attachment to Burnetfoot, and certain that he could become leader if he wanted to. Such a goal had never felt so silly as when he was taking long walks through the forest with the she-cat who soon became his mate.
For several moons they were together: happy, carefree, full of bliss and the prospect of their lives together. Barely a warrior, and already to Burnetfoot it felt like his life was wonderful. He had a mate, and someday he would have kits, and someday later he might even be deputy. There was very little that could have intruded on his happiness. But something did intrude. A scuffle with another Clan left Burnetfoot badly injured, having to be dragged back to Snowtail because he was far too weak to walk or even speak. He was not quite 26 moons of age when he was carried to Snowtail’s den, a place he would soon become far more familiar with than he ever wanted to be.
He spent days in recovery, and by the time he was strong enough to walk he had noticed the limp on his leg and just how much it hindered him. Snowtail suggested that it might heal with time if he rested, so Burnetfoot stayed there obediently, never moving unless he needed too, and doing what Snowtail told him to do. Yet it was all in vain. When another week passed and he showed no sign of recovery, Snowtail told him the news he had never wanted to hear: he was permanently lame, and with a limp as severe as his, there was no way he could return to warrior duties. Burnetfoot was torn at the news. He felt far too young to become an elder, and yet even as struggled in vain against it, he realized that Snowtail was right. He couldn’t walk anywhere without feeling pain, and even short distances seemed to tire him out.
Dawnface supported him, assuring him that she would love him just as much as an Elder, and that no cat would think less of him. Burnetfoot was grateful for her support, but he still hated the thought. He was full of energy, ambition, and love. Spending the rest of his days lying in the sun doing nothing sounded dreadful. After hearing this for some time, Snowtail approached and offered him another option, one he, even dreading his imminent retirement, had never considered: he could become an Elder, or he could become her apprentice.
The decision nearly split him in two. As an Elder, he would never do anything for his Clan again, but he could still have Dawnface. As a medicine cat, he could support his Clan, but his beloved mate would be lost to him. For days he deliberated, pondering it over in his head and asking Dawnface again and again what she thought. She understood his desire to help the Clan, but she also dreaded losing him, and could only say that she didn’t know, but that the choice was clearly his to make. It took him days, but Burnetfoot did make it. His duty to the Clan had to come before his love. And so, he said goodbye to Dawnface, ripping his heart out in the process, and agreed to be Snowtail’s apprentice.
He was about 27 moons when he came to this terrible decision, and spent the next eight moons in training with the Clans medicine cat. He was often glum and depressed, talking to no one unless he needed to and constantly feeling the urge to see Dawnface, but afraid doing so would only make it worse. He was given a rename to Burnetleaf, as he was no longer fast and he was good with herbs. Back at camp, envy burned him from the inside to see others going out on patrol, defending the Clan while he limped around carrying herbs for Snowtail.
Burnetleaf may not have loved it, but he learned what he needed to from Snowtail. If nothing else, he was able to learn as much as any medicine cat should need to know. He was for some time comforted at least with the knowledge that Snowtail was there to help in case he didn’t know the answer, but then she died when he was in his thirty-sixth moon, leaving Burnetleaf to care for GrassClan. He had previously managed on the comforting notion that he had his mentor, and when she disappeared, his job seemed to become more severe. At first, he stressed and struggled, only hoping he could live up to how well she had done, but after a while he realized that he was more than capable of healing the minor wounds that tended to come to him, and he knew how to deal with most sicknesses. With this notion, Burnetleaf has been able to care for GrassClan on his own.
Check 1: [ x ] Cobalt
Check 2: [ x ] Sprucetail
RPer information
Name: Snaketh
First language: English
Literacy level: Lit
