Post by Lightfoot on Aug 24, 2006 10:32:45 GMT -5
Name;; Lightfoot
Age;; Twenty-five moons
Gender;; Tom
Clan;; Mistclan
Ranks;; Medicine Cat
Description;; Lightfoot is quite a handsome tom, his strong yet slender form is crafted elegantly to push him into the build of a runner. His legs are long and almost quite willowy, carrying caressing pink pads that seem to have quite hard grips on them. It is not really unusual for him for he is normally dancing over the stepping stones that are set along the rivers. A habit that he seemed to have since a young kit. His paws are quite unusually light, the kind that with lift breezily from the ground and fall in pure silence. His pelt is pushed into the colour of gentle black, soft tresses of dark grey running through it. It is sleek and smooth, this as well as kit soft. As a medicine cat he finds he needed to keep himself clean all the time for if he is dirty he might infect his patients. Two luxurious amber eyes also brake into colour of his face, both quite large and wise.
Personality;; The tom is indeed a calm one, the type that is breezy and calm in the worst situations. He knows that if he ever got panicked in the situations of sickness he could worry the cat and send things worse. He taught himself how to act when bad things where happening, this such as you had to always be alert on a battlefield. This fight and healing at the same time. But. He is quite a passionate cat, one that take great love in his work. It was the reason he first came to be a medicine cat apprentice, he would of rather saves the lives of people rather than take them. It was the way he had been brought into the world. Yet. He will still fight with honour when in battle, if he needs to he will push it to the limit of death. As another side of him he is also very lonely inside, the consequences the medicine cats have to deal with are quite terrible ones to live with. For he never really felt the touch of love from a mate or the admirable mew from a kit. The fear of what Starclan would do to him always drove him off.
History;; "Mama, I'm going to become Medicine cat one day!"
"Well, thats a very big job Lightkit, it pays lots of consequences"
"I know mama but I want to save likes like Mellowblossom, I want to be a hero!"
"Very well then, I'm sure you would make a great medicine Cat"
"Thanks mama!"
It was from the day that the conversation was spoke that he had always been driven to take the rank of medicine cat. At the time he had been only four moons old when he spoke his dream. After a while growing up as a kit he found himself the apprentice to the loving Mellowblossom. A tawny grey she-cat with bright blue eyes. She had taught him the ways of a medicine cat wisely, this and soon enough bringing him to the day where he saved his first life. It had been a winter day when a cat came in with a disease of the fatal green cough. Lightpaw had been very advanced in teh disease, it was the main topic he had studied for his memory. It was soon that he healed the cat, this to a very proud mentor. Though the happiness and joy of the thing he did soon wore off after one horrible day. His mentor had been badly wounded in battle and it upto him to save her. Unfortunately he had failed, and lost the females life. He could never understand how it happened, he could cure green couch but not stop the death of his mentor who had a wound. His days for a while had been full of misery though he was taught to snap out of it. He knew as the young apprentice he was he had a job to do. This as the new Medicine cat. That really was his simple history.
IC;; A sleek black figure flickered about the shadows heading towards a stream. Two light amber eyes burned out through the soft darkness of the night, concentrated on what was ahead. Smiling lightly he leaped onto the bank and made towards the stones. Filling out the desire to play in strong bounds. His paws landed lightly on the stone, before they lifted and drifted to another. This went on till a small dance along the stones was played out. Rumbles of laughter rolling from the medicine cats throat.
Relationships;; The only relationship he had was the ones with his family.
Crush;; He is frightened to develop a crush, he knows that he could never have a mate and that if he ever got a crush. Those soft snatches of love would always taunt him, because he would never be able to do anything about it.
Other;; His picture was drew by me. ^ ^
Age;; Twenty-five moons
Gender;; Tom
Clan;; Mistclan
Ranks;; Medicine Cat
Description;; Lightfoot is quite a handsome tom, his strong yet slender form is crafted elegantly to push him into the build of a runner. His legs are long and almost quite willowy, carrying caressing pink pads that seem to have quite hard grips on them. It is not really unusual for him for he is normally dancing over the stepping stones that are set along the rivers. A habit that he seemed to have since a young kit. His paws are quite unusually light, the kind that with lift breezily from the ground and fall in pure silence. His pelt is pushed into the colour of gentle black, soft tresses of dark grey running through it. It is sleek and smooth, this as well as kit soft. As a medicine cat he finds he needed to keep himself clean all the time for if he is dirty he might infect his patients. Two luxurious amber eyes also brake into colour of his face, both quite large and wise.
Personality;; The tom is indeed a calm one, the type that is breezy and calm in the worst situations. He knows that if he ever got panicked in the situations of sickness he could worry the cat and send things worse. He taught himself how to act when bad things where happening, this such as you had to always be alert on a battlefield. This fight and healing at the same time. But. He is quite a passionate cat, one that take great love in his work. It was the reason he first came to be a medicine cat apprentice, he would of rather saves the lives of people rather than take them. It was the way he had been brought into the world. Yet. He will still fight with honour when in battle, if he needs to he will push it to the limit of death. As another side of him he is also very lonely inside, the consequences the medicine cats have to deal with are quite terrible ones to live with. For he never really felt the touch of love from a mate or the admirable mew from a kit. The fear of what Starclan would do to him always drove him off.
History;; "Mama, I'm going to become Medicine cat one day!"
"Well, thats a very big job Lightkit, it pays lots of consequences"
"I know mama but I want to save likes like Mellowblossom, I want to be a hero!"
"Very well then, I'm sure you would make a great medicine Cat"
"Thanks mama!"
It was from the day that the conversation was spoke that he had always been driven to take the rank of medicine cat. At the time he had been only four moons old when he spoke his dream. After a while growing up as a kit he found himself the apprentice to the loving Mellowblossom. A tawny grey she-cat with bright blue eyes. She had taught him the ways of a medicine cat wisely, this and soon enough bringing him to the day where he saved his first life. It had been a winter day when a cat came in with a disease of the fatal green cough. Lightpaw had been very advanced in teh disease, it was the main topic he had studied for his memory. It was soon that he healed the cat, this to a very proud mentor. Though the happiness and joy of the thing he did soon wore off after one horrible day. His mentor had been badly wounded in battle and it upto him to save her. Unfortunately he had failed, and lost the females life. He could never understand how it happened, he could cure green couch but not stop the death of his mentor who had a wound. His days for a while had been full of misery though he was taught to snap out of it. He knew as the young apprentice he was he had a job to do. This as the new Medicine cat. That really was his simple history.
IC;; A sleek black figure flickered about the shadows heading towards a stream. Two light amber eyes burned out through the soft darkness of the night, concentrated on what was ahead. Smiling lightly he leaped onto the bank and made towards the stones. Filling out the desire to play in strong bounds. His paws landed lightly on the stone, before they lifted and drifted to another. This went on till a small dance along the stones was played out. Rumbles of laughter rolling from the medicine cats throat.
Relationships;; The only relationship he had was the ones with his family.
Crush;; He is frightened to develop a crush, he knows that he could never have a mate and that if he ever got a crush. Those soft snatches of love would always taunt him, because he would never be able to do anything about it.
Other;; His picture was drew by me. ^ ^
