Post by ~Echo~ on Jun 14, 2010 11:22:55 GMT -5
Name ;; Doveswing
Gender ;; Femme
Age ;; 21 Moons
Allegiance ;; Lustclan
Rank ;; Meddie Cat
Appearance ;; {Picture at top} &&
{You ready for this?}
~Eyes~
Doveswings eyes draw a cat into their seemingly endless depths. An empty abyss at times. Filled with secrets no other cat knows; none of them want to know. Her glare sparks with electricity when it happens to appear. But, her light green and dark green eyes are usually happy, filled with light. Never exposing the shadows beneath.
Coat && Build
The medicine cat is small, the size of an apprentice or even a kit. In times when the clan was starving she was mistaken for a large kit twice; or an unusually small apprentice. Her tail is longer than is should be for her small body, but she works that to her advantage. Her paws seem to be a size and a half too long for her legs and body, causing others to believe she is clumsy, when she’s actually quite agile, graceful and balanced. Lithe and light on her feet, but muscle is actually under that. Though many believe a medicine cat shouldn’t be as strong or have as much fight as her, she doesn’t care.
Pure white, like the freshly fallen snow in winter--leaf bare. Except one small black/gray spot in the left side of her nose. {If your facing her it will be on the right side. It all depends on the way your looking at her.} Her paws a delicate pink, with black splotches, strikes, and speckles. Her pads are worn and strong though; preventing them from easily cutting open on say…as sharp frock.
Personality ;;
Happy
The small cat is unusually happy at times, though she doesn’t notice it. Usually she feels that way. Bright in personality, wise in her mentality. Though a tortured cry echoes in her dreams. She can be as sweet as a berry at one moment, but harsh the next. She always--ALWAYS--makes her clan mates listen to her if they happen to be injured or sick. No matter how much they refuse they’re usually confined to the camp depending on how bad the injury, how sick they are. But her sharp-tongue and retorts coat over the worry and love just behind them. Though usually she’s very nice and caring for her clan mates, and has a soft spot for kits.
Rudeness and being mean are things the cat usually has to struggle for. But if she’s mad enough Dovesfeather will burst through and the claws will come out. Whether it be with another clan cat or a clan mate. It all depends. Her temper flares like a fire, hot enough to burn your whiskers and melt your eyes right out of their sockets! This side of her is rare though. Dovesfeather only comes out when Doveswing hunts, or fights. Arguments are usually quickly solved when she comes around. Sensitive toward half-clan cats for obvious reasons.
History ;;
Dovesfeather
A Lustclan cat born and raised. Deputy of her clan and one of the best hunters in her clan, and fighters at that. She died younger than she should’ve. Sacrificing herself for a kit that had ran out of camp--right into a fox. Starclan looked down on her that day, and that night when she joined them. She only stayed for a little while. Because Starclan took pity on her, and gave her a second chance.
~Doveskit~
Born to Frostwhisker and Thornclaw, oddly she was born in the forest instead of the camp. Frostwhisker had hidden the identity of the father for quite a few reasons. Frostwhisker had just ‘went for a bit of fresh air and space’ but little did she know she would have her kits. Even when the medicine cat had forbid her from leaving the camp just last night. No need to go into detail on this…
Doveskit was given her name for her nearly pure white coat, and the fact that she was as restless as a dove was just another likeness. She was always causing a tinge of trouble in the camp. Sneaking into the apprentices den. Sneaking into the Warriors Den, jumping on cats out of nowhere to play. Throwing her fresh kill around like a toy with other kits. Playing games like ‘Fox’ or ‘Badger’. Where they went around pretending one of them was the badger or fox and crying out “Theres a Fox in the camp!” or “Guys! I scented the Badger!”. Scaring Warriors and Apprentices’ and Queens and the Medicine Cat to the point that their fur fluffed out to twice their size. Always getting into trouble. Never being exactly the good one.
Once she snuck out of camp, following a patrol across the Meadowclan border and then right over the border and wandering. Right into the river. Nearly drowned if on that fateful day Thornclaw hadn’t fished her right out of the river. Soon after he took her straight back to Shadowclan. Only Doveskit seemed to notice the glances and electricity sparking between him and Frostwhisker. She never had a chance to question it though.
~Dovespaw~
Her mentor was Frozenberry; and he was one of her best friends in this time. Of course he was the medicine cat. {The only reason she‘d decided to be a medicine cat was a dream. She never could tell if it was from Starclan though.} After being an apprentice for approximately 3 moons her mother took her out to the Meadowclan border; introducing her to her father. Thornclaw. And once she found out she was half-clan, half-blood Dovespaw had ran back to the camp, avoided her mother and the border patrols for a moon nearly. Only when Meadowclan and Lustclan had a fight at the border--her mother and father happened to be there--and they did not fight did anyone question it.
And Doveswing isn’t sure how exactly, but apparently a warrior from one of the clans revealed it at a Gathering, and Doveswing was afraid that because of this she would be denied the position of medicine cat. No, they accepted her all the same. But the insults and hatred flashed at her never went away. Her mothers tortured cry at that Gathering haunts her dreams. Maybe if it weren’t for her, nothing would’ve changed…
~Doveswing~
Nobody knows what really happened to her only family but Doveswing. She never had any siblings--the rest of her litter died in the woods--and her parents obviously went rouge. Doveswing never did find out that she was reincarnated from Dovesfeather--no that she is Dovesfeather. But she knows her parents are alive. She went out of the territory once for a day to find herbs in leaf bare. She found her parents fresh scent. Even ran into them once--of course that’s another story. Another secret.
Another fight broke out once--a large one at that. Her and her mentor were there, healing other cats. And a new apprentice mistook her for an apprentice and lashed out at her, her mentor dodged in the way. At this the apprentice had to flee back to his own camp. Not before getting a long scratch down his side by Doveswing’s black curved claws. The last thing her mentor said to her was; “I never thought I’d get to see you fight again…Dovesfeather…”. Obviously he knew something she didn’t. At the time she never understood. She found out who Dovesfeather was from a warrior in her clan a day later. She only half understands what that means. Of course she’s never revealed that either.
Family ;; {None anywhere nearbye.} Frostwhisker Thornclaw. {Parents}
Mate ;; {None. Even if she is a medicine cat maybe later.
}Picture ;; {Top of the Post}
Other ;; Reicarnated//Half-clan/blood
RP SAMPLE
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The leaves brushed softly against her pelt as she leapt up into the tree, looking down on her clan. Her clan!? She was a medicine cat for Starclans sake! But no, no she wasn't. She wasn't Doveswing. Well, she was but the name Dovesfeather was called and she turned her head as if it were her name. A shiver should've ran down her spine...But she smiled at the other clan leader and realized how much she wanted this. She stood and smiled down giving a yowl to the clans.
"Greetings! I would like to begin with what has gone on in my clan since the last Gathering! Is this okay?"
A nod from the other leaders and she mewed to every cat;
"We have two new apprentices; Silverpaw and Berrypaw."--The clans yowled their names happily as they would a cat from their clan.--"And a new warrior; Frostwhisker!"
A she yowled this out the clans again cheered, this would be her first Gasthering as a warrior. She smiled down again and watched peacefully as the next clan leader stepped forward to share his news. She was just so happy. but a paw prodded her in the side and she jolted forward.
"Doveswing! Wake up! Berrykit wants to be your apprentice! C'mon!"
She could tell it was Shadowpaw prodding her and she was up and grooming her fur down. She wasn't a clan leader. She was Doveswing! Medicine cat of Lustclan. This was her place. Still her clan. And she loved every minute of it. She was smiling as the chattering apprentice led her to where the ceremony was soon taking place. Berrykit--No, Berrypaw was practically bouncing from foot to foot. Her apprentice in a matter of moments. Joy swept over her as well as happiness. Her apprentice. She smiled as she walked toward her clan leader. This, this was where she belonged.
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