Post by traitorheart on Oct 1, 2006 15:54:53 GMT -5
Name: Burnscar
Gender: she-cat
Age: 34 moons
Rank: medicine cat
Clan: ThunderClan
Peltage: Burnscar is small and compact, with soft white fur that is dotted with ginger tabby splotches. her eyes are bright amber.
Burnscar looks a lot bigger than she is because of all her fur. she has a small, thin face that is spiderwebbed with scars from a fire when she was a kit. Her right hindleg is completely useless.
Personality: Burnscar is friendly and smart but a little shy around Gracestar. She knows her herbs but panics sometimes, and gets really hard on herself when she loses a cat. She has no feeling for Clan boundaries and will help any cat in need. She also has a firey temper, and may grudgingly help a cat, but help is help, right? She doesn't believe in StarClan, either, so she doesn't get prophecies, she gets pronounced hunches.
History: Burnscar used to live outside WindClan territory with Twolegs when a house fire took her housefolk. She was just a kit.
So she ran off to Mothermouth, thinking it looked pretty safe, and hung around there for a while. She remembers that it felt really creepy... like there was something, or someone, watching her. She hunted at the edge of WindClan territory for nearly a moon before the Clan's medicine cats came to share tongues with StarClan. ThunderClan's medicine cat said she got a message from StarClan telling her to take the kit- then Cookie- as her apprentice. Cookie/Burnscar guessed that really the cat felt bad for her, and always doubted StarClan, always trusted her instinct. Much of the Clan has a feeling that Burnscar doubts StarClan, but they don't want her to leave. So she stays in the Clan, waiting for an apprentice of her own. No one calls her kittypet, and no one ever has.
IC:
[/i]Cookie lay, curled up in her basket. The worn wicker held the faded cusion like a queen does a kit. But much more flammable.
She nestled further in, unhampered, until a bolt of lightning, like an angry word, struck the chimmney, setting the wooded table nearby on fire, singing Cookie awake.
She yowled, but nothing came out. Smoke stung her eyes.
The kit turned and rushed up the stairs, feeling the ground beneath her feet give a little more with each step.
The tabby-splotted kit jumped noiselessly onto the Twoleg bed, prodding unsheathed paws against their faces until they awoke, screaming, partially from the pinpricls of blood dripping off their faces and patrially because their door was on fire.
Their precious kitten ran into the flames while her Twolegs scarambled to unlock the window. Cookie's weak instincts had taken over.
The kit's soft white fur was dusted dirty grey by ash and smoke, she fainted near her cat flap, waking hours later, drenched in rain. there were white streaks on her pelt where the rain had run down...[/i] Burnscar opened her amber eyes with a jolt, panting. Soft raindrops padded gently across the camp.
Other: that's it...
Password: Pickles
Gender: she-cat
Age: 34 moons
Rank: medicine cat
Clan: ThunderClan
Peltage: Burnscar is small and compact, with soft white fur that is dotted with ginger tabby splotches. her eyes are bright amber.
Burnscar looks a lot bigger than she is because of all her fur. she has a small, thin face that is spiderwebbed with scars from a fire when she was a kit. Her right hindleg is completely useless.
Personality: Burnscar is friendly and smart but a little shy around Gracestar. She knows her herbs but panics sometimes, and gets really hard on herself when she loses a cat. She has no feeling for Clan boundaries and will help any cat in need. She also has a firey temper, and may grudgingly help a cat, but help is help, right? She doesn't believe in StarClan, either, so she doesn't get prophecies, she gets pronounced hunches.
History: Burnscar used to live outside WindClan territory with Twolegs when a house fire took her housefolk. She was just a kit.
So she ran off to Mothermouth, thinking it looked pretty safe, and hung around there for a while. She remembers that it felt really creepy... like there was something, or someone, watching her. She hunted at the edge of WindClan territory for nearly a moon before the Clan's medicine cats came to share tongues with StarClan. ThunderClan's medicine cat said she got a message from StarClan telling her to take the kit- then Cookie- as her apprentice. Cookie/Burnscar guessed that really the cat felt bad for her, and always doubted StarClan, always trusted her instinct. Much of the Clan has a feeling that Burnscar doubts StarClan, but they don't want her to leave. So she stays in the Clan, waiting for an apprentice of her own. No one calls her kittypet, and no one ever has.
IC:
[/i]Cookie lay, curled up in her basket. The worn wicker held the faded cusion like a queen does a kit. But much more flammable.
She nestled further in, unhampered, until a bolt of lightning, like an angry word, struck the chimmney, setting the wooded table nearby on fire, singing Cookie awake.
She yowled, but nothing came out. Smoke stung her eyes.
The kit turned and rushed up the stairs, feeling the ground beneath her feet give a little more with each step.
The tabby-splotted kit jumped noiselessly onto the Twoleg bed, prodding unsheathed paws against their faces until they awoke, screaming, partially from the pinpricls of blood dripping off their faces and patrially because their door was on fire.
Their precious kitten ran into the flames while her Twolegs scarambled to unlock the window. Cookie's weak instincts had taken over.
The kit's soft white fur was dusted dirty grey by ash and smoke, she fainted near her cat flap, waking hours later, drenched in rain. there were white streaks on her pelt where the rain had run down...[/i] Burnscar opened her amber eyes with a jolt, panting. Soft raindrops padded gently across the camp.
Other: that's it...
Password: Pickles
