Post by BeardedLady on Jul 20, 2014 21:05:57 GMT -5
Name: Nettlenose
Age: 24 moons
Gender: Male
Allegiance: PineClan
Picture: Here
Appearance: Nettlenose is a small neat tom. His pelt is soft grey with darker markings, and a white mouth, throat, belly and paws. His eyes are dark amber and rounded, giving him an appearance of youth and innocence. Long, white whiskers sprout either side of a dark pink nose, and small, triangular ears crown his roundish head.
Personality: Nettlenose is deeply altruistic and helpful, he will help anyone in pain. He runs on a seemingly boundless supply of energy that he uses to complete his daily tasks. His keen sense of smell also helps him in finding herbs, and, when he has the time, with hunting. He may not be a fighter, but Nettlenose is a great tracker. Polite, sweet and clever, Nettlenose has a generally positive outlook on things. A healthy curiosity runs through Nettlenose, occasionally pushing him to do things rashly and without thought. Nettlenose also has a vast amount of patience, which gets him though dealing with the longest battles and the most tedious jobs. Due to his kindness, selflessness and positivity, some believe Nettlenose to be naive, but Nettlenose is an excellent judge of character, and can more often than not tell if some-cat is lying.
History: Nettlenose was one of three kits. As a kit, he was very close to his siblings. Together, the three of them messed about, causing trouble and mischief as only kits can. As he grew older, Nettlenose became curious about the medicine cat, and began to hang about them, absorbing as much as he could about healing and herbs. Nettlenose became a medicine cat apprentice, whilst his siblings became warrior apprentices. Not long after this, their parents moved to the elders den.
Instead of distancing them, the differences of their training brought them closer together. Nettlenose's siblings taught him more advanced fighting moves, whilst he showed them some basic herb knowledge. Their parents were extremely proud of all three of their kits, but they both died before their children finished their training. Nettlenose and one of his siblings grieved, but moved on, knowing they couldn't dwell too long on their sorrow. His other sibling, however, became bitter that his parents had been taken from him, and grew distant and quiet. He hardly talks to Nettlenose now.
Nettlenose was granted a full medicine cat when his mentor passed away, aged 20 moons. Some of the clan thought him to be too young and inexperienced, but when the winter began, this gossip soon dried up. Nettlenose did his best to save cats from starvation and greencough, but many lives slipped through his paws. The clan knows it's not his fault, and that he did his best, but pangs of guilt occasionally rise as he remembers the fallen warriors.
RP Sample: Many cats believed Pebblewing to be shallow. For there to be nothing to him but vanity and sleaziness. Perhaps they're right, well, at the moment at least. But what he did have was an appreciation for beauty, whether in the form of a she-cat or not.
His eye for beauty is what drew him to the coral gardens. His visits were slipped between those of apprentices and kits, because he cared not for their loud splashing and shrieking. Of course, there were the mentors and mothers that accompanied them, but he found hiding and watching them to be rather tiresome, and not to mention creepy. He preferred an up-front type meeting, not lurking in the shadows. Plus, most of them already had mates. Mates made everything boring, everything limited. Or he'd already had a phase with them. He tended to avoid those ones.
The black and white tom slipped into the silky water, feeling the coolness leeching into his body. With great care, he navigated the reef, swimming alongside the bright, delicate corals and the soft sponges. The coral was razor sharp, but the sponge looked like clouds. He felt a desire to squish them with his paws, but he resisted the kit-like urge. Not only was it immature, it was dangerous to the reef. And the reef was sacred.
As he swam and swirled and frolicked in the water, admiring the scenery and garden, that he didn't realize he wasn't alone. He was twisting in some bizarre corkscrew when he bumped into another cat. He nearly swallowed some seawater with surprise. It was then he registered it was Minnowpelt, the, uh, 'special case' if the clan. She was also Frosttalon's daughter, and perhaps a good weapon for their little game. Instantly, he plastered a smile so sweet it was practically dripping with honey across his features. "I'm dreadfully sorry, fair maiden. It was never in my intentions to bump into you so rudely. What brings you here, on such a fine day as this?"
Check 1: [x] Cobalt
Check 2: [x] Spruce
Age: 24 moons
Gender: Male
Allegiance: PineClan
Picture: Here
Appearance: Nettlenose is a small neat tom. His pelt is soft grey with darker markings, and a white mouth, throat, belly and paws. His eyes are dark amber and rounded, giving him an appearance of youth and innocence. Long, white whiskers sprout either side of a dark pink nose, and small, triangular ears crown his roundish head.
Personality: Nettlenose is deeply altruistic and helpful, he will help anyone in pain. He runs on a seemingly boundless supply of energy that he uses to complete his daily tasks. His keen sense of smell also helps him in finding herbs, and, when he has the time, with hunting. He may not be a fighter, but Nettlenose is a great tracker. Polite, sweet and clever, Nettlenose has a generally positive outlook on things. A healthy curiosity runs through Nettlenose, occasionally pushing him to do things rashly and without thought. Nettlenose also has a vast amount of patience, which gets him though dealing with the longest battles and the most tedious jobs. Due to his kindness, selflessness and positivity, some believe Nettlenose to be naive, but Nettlenose is an excellent judge of character, and can more often than not tell if some-cat is lying.
History: Nettlenose was one of three kits. As a kit, he was very close to his siblings. Together, the three of them messed about, causing trouble and mischief as only kits can. As he grew older, Nettlenose became curious about the medicine cat, and began to hang about them, absorbing as much as he could about healing and herbs. Nettlenose became a medicine cat apprentice, whilst his siblings became warrior apprentices. Not long after this, their parents moved to the elders den.
Instead of distancing them, the differences of their training brought them closer together. Nettlenose's siblings taught him more advanced fighting moves, whilst he showed them some basic herb knowledge. Their parents were extremely proud of all three of their kits, but they both died before their children finished their training. Nettlenose and one of his siblings grieved, but moved on, knowing they couldn't dwell too long on their sorrow. His other sibling, however, became bitter that his parents had been taken from him, and grew distant and quiet. He hardly talks to Nettlenose now.
Nettlenose was granted a full medicine cat when his mentor passed away, aged 20 moons. Some of the clan thought him to be too young and inexperienced, but when the winter began, this gossip soon dried up. Nettlenose did his best to save cats from starvation and greencough, but many lives slipped through his paws. The clan knows it's not his fault, and that he did his best, but pangs of guilt occasionally rise as he remembers the fallen warriors.
RP Sample: Many cats believed Pebblewing to be shallow. For there to be nothing to him but vanity and sleaziness. Perhaps they're right, well, at the moment at least. But what he did have was an appreciation for beauty, whether in the form of a she-cat or not.
His eye for beauty is what drew him to the coral gardens. His visits were slipped between those of apprentices and kits, because he cared not for their loud splashing and shrieking. Of course, there were the mentors and mothers that accompanied them, but he found hiding and watching them to be rather tiresome, and not to mention creepy. He preferred an up-front type meeting, not lurking in the shadows. Plus, most of them already had mates. Mates made everything boring, everything limited. Or he'd already had a phase with them. He tended to avoid those ones.
The black and white tom slipped into the silky water, feeling the coolness leeching into his body. With great care, he navigated the reef, swimming alongside the bright, delicate corals and the soft sponges. The coral was razor sharp, but the sponge looked like clouds. He felt a desire to squish them with his paws, but he resisted the kit-like urge. Not only was it immature, it was dangerous to the reef. And the reef was sacred.
As he swam and swirled and frolicked in the water, admiring the scenery and garden, that he didn't realize he wasn't alone. He was twisting in some bizarre corkscrew when he bumped into another cat. He nearly swallowed some seawater with surprise. It was then he registered it was Minnowpelt, the, uh, 'special case' if the clan. She was also Frosttalon's daughter, and perhaps a good weapon for their little game. Instantly, he plastered a smile so sweet it was practically dripping with honey across his features. "I'm dreadfully sorry, fair maiden. It was never in my intentions to bump into you so rudely. What brings you here, on such a fine day as this?"
Check 1: [x] Cobalt
Check 2: [x] Spruce
