Post by victorystars on Dec 6, 2012 1:26:29 GMT -5
Name: Birchnose
Age: 117 moons
Gender: male
Allegiance: Grassclan
Appearance: Birchnose is a long, slender cat, with an angular face, hinting to some distant siamese ancestry. He has short fur, which is pale grey in colour, with slightly darker, mackerel tabby stripes. His eyes were once a vibrant green, but old age has led to a milky film covering them as cataracts set in. His muzzle is tinged with white due to his age.
Personality: Birchnose is a very typical elder when it comes down to it, he's snappy, snarky, very sarcastic, with a sharp tongue that most younger cats don't expect. He is rather forgetful in his old age, though he still knows enough to get by. He is very aware of the morality of the clans, and is surprisingly compassionate, often refusing prey so the younger cats can have it. He has no patience for kits, believing that they should grow up as fast as possible, and not spend so much time lazing about in the nursery. He is very much aware of his own morality as well, and knows that his days are pretty much numbered.
History: Birchnose is an ex-medicine cat, having retired many moons ago due to age. He was not the best medicine cat that Grassclan has had, mostly sue to his reluctance to accept help from other clans.
His calling was not that of a medicine cat, but his constant migraines meant that being a warrior would just be trivial, as he could barely fight. He was chosen to be a medicine cat, due to the fact that the herbs could ease his pain, as well as the fact that he seemed to know his herbs rather well.
Birchnose never fell in love. Which is fine. He never even had the urge for a mate and kits, probably due to his crabby nature driving most she-cats away. His hatred of kits may have also been a factor in his lack of interest. Which is all for the best, as he would rather not break the warrior code by taking a mate when he is the medicine cat, after all.
He was dutiful to his clan for many, many moons, but after a while he just got too old to continue his work. He told the leader that he wanted to retire, as his apprentice already had a full warrior name by this point in time. Birchnose now spends his time rotting away in the elder's den, snapping at young cats that have the gall to sass him.
He survived the winter through sheer willpower alone, wanting to see the green return. Ironically, he went fully blind sometime during the winter, so even though he did survive, he will not get his wish of seeing the green return.
Check 1: [ x ] Mistystar
Check 2: [ x ] Cobalt
Age: 117 moons
Gender: male
Allegiance: Grassclan
Appearance: Birchnose is a long, slender cat, with an angular face, hinting to some distant siamese ancestry. He has short fur, which is pale grey in colour, with slightly darker, mackerel tabby stripes. His eyes were once a vibrant green, but old age has led to a milky film covering them as cataracts set in. His muzzle is tinged with white due to his age.
Personality: Birchnose is a very typical elder when it comes down to it, he's snappy, snarky, very sarcastic, with a sharp tongue that most younger cats don't expect. He is rather forgetful in his old age, though he still knows enough to get by. He is very aware of the morality of the clans, and is surprisingly compassionate, often refusing prey so the younger cats can have it. He has no patience for kits, believing that they should grow up as fast as possible, and not spend so much time lazing about in the nursery. He is very much aware of his own morality as well, and knows that his days are pretty much numbered.
History: Birchnose is an ex-medicine cat, having retired many moons ago due to age. He was not the best medicine cat that Grassclan has had, mostly sue to his reluctance to accept help from other clans.
His calling was not that of a medicine cat, but his constant migraines meant that being a warrior would just be trivial, as he could barely fight. He was chosen to be a medicine cat, due to the fact that the herbs could ease his pain, as well as the fact that he seemed to know his herbs rather well.
Birchnose never fell in love. Which is fine. He never even had the urge for a mate and kits, probably due to his crabby nature driving most she-cats away. His hatred of kits may have also been a factor in his lack of interest. Which is all for the best, as he would rather not break the warrior code by taking a mate when he is the medicine cat, after all.
He was dutiful to his clan for many, many moons, but after a while he just got too old to continue his work. He told the leader that he wanted to retire, as his apprentice already had a full warrior name by this point in time. Birchnose now spends his time rotting away in the elder's den, snapping at young cats that have the gall to sass him.
He survived the winter through sheer willpower alone, wanting to see the green return. Ironically, he went fully blind sometime during the winter, so even though he did survive, he will not get his wish of seeing the green return.
Check 1: [ x ] Mistystar
Check 2: [ x ] Cobalt
