Post by maplefur on Oct 27, 2007 11:38:11 GMT -5
Name: Kestrelpaw [Kestrelbell]
Age: 8 moons
Gender: She-cat
Desired Clan: PastureClan
Desired Position: Medicine Cat Apprentice
Personality: Kestrelbell is a bit shy and quiet, but one of the most loving and caring cats out there. She treats every kit like her own and every cat like her kin. She's always there to lend a helping paw, no matter what the situation is.
She's a hard worker if anything; whatever job she's given, she'll get right to it without a complaint. Although many things scare her, she'll do anything to please whoever's in charge of her.
Physical Description: Kestrelbell is pure white with brown paws, ears, brown rings around her eyes, and a brown muzzle and tail-tip. Her eyes are a dark green, the color of evergreen nettles. They're a bit larger than most cats', but it suits her. She has a slim figure, but she's not bony or too thin. Her sleek fur and strong muscles make up for the lack of fat.
Picture: I'll find one eventually
History: Kestrebell was born and raised in PastureClan. The idea of fighting never appealled to her- she didn't want to hurt another cat unless absolutely needed to. She chose the path of a medicine cat and has loved it ever since.
IC: Dig.
That was the only thing running through Kestrelpaw's mind as she sank her paws into the muddy ground. It was pouring rain, making the gathering of herbs diffucult. Every time she scooped a pawful of the dripping earth away, another pile would slide into its place. The roots of the burdock root she was trying to uncover seemed determined to stay hidden.
"I can't let my mentor down!" Kestrelpaw hissed through clenntched teeth, shaking a few raindrops off her whiskers. "I just became an apprentice; I can't fail on my first solo task!"
With a gasp the ground gave out from under her and she fell into a pool of mud that rose all the way up to her chin. Whimpering, she grasped her claws around the roots and pulled herself out.
White fur soaked and brown with dirt, the miserable apprentice picked up her small pile in her teeth and streaked back to camp
Code: WHISPER
Other: Nada
[/size]Age: 8 moons
Gender: She-cat
Desired Clan: PastureClan
Desired Position: Medicine Cat Apprentice
Personality: Kestrelbell is a bit shy and quiet, but one of the most loving and caring cats out there. She treats every kit like her own and every cat like her kin. She's always there to lend a helping paw, no matter what the situation is.
She's a hard worker if anything; whatever job she's given, she'll get right to it without a complaint. Although many things scare her, she'll do anything to please whoever's in charge of her.
Physical Description: Kestrelbell is pure white with brown paws, ears, brown rings around her eyes, and a brown muzzle and tail-tip. Her eyes are a dark green, the color of evergreen nettles. They're a bit larger than most cats', but it suits her. She has a slim figure, but she's not bony or too thin. Her sleek fur and strong muscles make up for the lack of fat.
Picture: I'll find one eventually
History: Kestrebell was born and raised in PastureClan. The idea of fighting never appealled to her- she didn't want to hurt another cat unless absolutely needed to. She chose the path of a medicine cat and has loved it ever since.
IC: Dig.
That was the only thing running through Kestrelpaw's mind as she sank her paws into the muddy ground. It was pouring rain, making the gathering of herbs diffucult. Every time she scooped a pawful of the dripping earth away, another pile would slide into its place. The roots of the burdock root she was trying to uncover seemed determined to stay hidden.
"I can't let my mentor down!" Kestrelpaw hissed through clenntched teeth, shaking a few raindrops off her whiskers. "I just became an apprentice; I can't fail on my first solo task!"
With a gasp the ground gave out from under her and she fell into a pool of mud that rose all the way up to her chin. Whimpering, she grasped her claws around the roots and pulled herself out.
White fur soaked and brown with dirt, the miserable apprentice picked up her small pile in her teeth and streaked back to camp
Code: WHISPER
Other: Nada
<--By streamy. who else makes siggie's that great?