Post by ♥Birchstar♥ on Dec 25, 2007 23:07:00 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300]Name:[/glow] Heatherstorm
[glow=blue,2,300]Age:[/glow] 22 moons
[glow=blue,2,300]Gender:[/glow] she cat
[glow=blue,2,300]Clan:[/glow] ForestClan
[glow=blue,2,300]Desired Position:[/glow] Medicine Cat
[glow=blue,2,300]Personality:[/glow] Despite her possition, that of caring for ForestClan, Heatherstorm really is a most cold manipulative cat. Her voice drips with sarcasm, and even underneath all of that ice, there still is more ice. There is only one spot in this she cat's heart where there's still love and hurt. Family. Heatherstorm's mother was the medicine cat of ForestClan, more about that in the history section of the bio. Anyways, she really doesn't get angry, although any one might mistake her sharp exterior as anger. That's just the way Heatherstorm acts. She does not care for any sort of noncalance from any cat other than herself, and her beloved apprentice. One thing she does not care for is wide open spaces which is slighted ironic considering her name is referring to a wild and windy moore. However, this medicine cat has a certain passion for mountains, and the things that grow on them or in them. Moutain streams, mountain forest, anything alpine Heatherstorm delights in. She never really gave much thought to being anything other than a medicine cat, which is strange considering her ambitious temperment. Any other cat from a foreign clan could mistake Heatherstorm for being a traitor, a cat that would take over their clan for her self, but this is quite un true and unjust. Heatherstorm's icy exterior is merely a barrier. A barrier to cut her off from all other types of cats in Whisper Creek. In fact, perhaps it's because of her strict loyalties and customs to ForestClan's ways that she is so contrary and cold. It's hard to know this she cat, and very few do, and those cats are very limited.
[glow=blue,2,300]Physical Description:[/glow] A tall build, with long lengthy legs and a willowy figure. Elegance is neccesity. Heatherstorm's peltage is a light sandy tan, with darker stripes, making her coloring slightly different, but not at all unatractive. Probably her most interesting feature is her violet colored optics, which are nearly always slanted in disaproval. Her eyes make Heatherstorm strange and exotic. And that is perhaps why she was named as she was, in referance to her shimmering heather/violet hued pools.
[glow=blue,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
I looked and looked but I could not find a picture that was right for this she cat.
[glow=blue,2,300]History:[/glow] As I stated in the personality section of this biography, Heatherstorm's mother Springwind was the medicine cat of ForestClan before her daughter took over. Springwind was a brilliant she cat, perhaps the most perfect feline you could find. She was intelligent, beautiful, and caring, and those were the qualities that crowned her medicine cat of ForestClan. Before she became a medicine cat, Springwind had adopted several kits as her own due to the former mother's death. Heatherstorm was one of the litter, and imediately formed a desire to carry on her mother's work when it was time for Springwind to move on to StarClan. Springwind and the current leader recognized Heatherkit's passion, and agreed to crown the she cat medicine cat apprentice. One year during leafbare, a cat withing the clan named Owlwhisker caught white cough, and died a few days later. Springwind was such a dedicated medicine cat that even once Owlwhisker's disease was fatal to any cat that dared to aproach her, Springwind insisted on treating the sick cat untill her own death. Unfortunately, a few days after Owlwhisker had passed away, the disease took Springwind's life as well. Heatherstorm, stunned into silence, was forced to take up the possition at only seven moons. It was during this time that a barrier had formed around her, blocking her out away from all other cats. Although Heatherstorm became rare to anger, and cool and icy, there is still one spot where you can truly hurt this she cat's heart. Family had always been a very delicate matter to Heatherstorm because of her adoption. Her mother Dewdrop had drowned trying to cross the river to try to help some ForestClan cats tackle a group of angry loners, and her father Mosspelt had proven himself unlucky when dueling with a group of former rivals, a cluster of malicious rouges that had torn him to peices without a second thought. As for her sibblings, they had all died because of malnutrition due to the fact that they had no food for three days after their mother's death. Heatherstorm, by some miracle had managed to pull through and be strong through all these troubles, and she had been rewarded.
[glow=blue,2,300]IC:[/glow] Heatherstorm! I have a tick on my back! an elder cried, spinning around in circles, trying hopelessly to shake the tick off her back. It won't come off!
Heatherstorm didn't bother to look up from the various remedy's she was sorting into piles on the earthy floor. Relax Willowbranch. I'll give you some mouse bile. Get an apprentice to put it on the tick. But it tastes fowl, so tell the apprentice you choose to wash their paws in the stream, and not with their tongue. Heatherstorm padded softly towards a small crevice in a rock which held moss. She pulled out a wad of the green plant, and carried it over in her mouth towards a leaf which held a pool of smelling liquid. Dropping the moss into the liquid, the moss began to soak it up. Heatherstorm took a fresh leaf from the stack by the rocks, and deposited the soaked moss onto it. Wrapping the leaf up, she carried it over to Willowbranch. Here you are, Willowbranch. Give this to them. Tell him or her to put some of the bile on the breathing holes. That should sufficate them enough so that they loosen up and let go.
Thanks Heatherstorm! Willowbranch meowed, flashing Heatherstorm a greatful look as she walked out of the den. What would I do without you?
Heatherstorm shrugged. It's what I'm here for. She meowed shortly, going back to the herbs she was sorting.
[glow=blue,2,300]Code:[/glow] Whisper
[glow=blue,2,300]Other:[/glow]
*Optional*
[glow=blue,2,300]What Warriors Books Have You Read?:[/glow] all of them, haha
[glow=blue,2,300]Is This Your First Warriors RP site?:[/glow] Naww
[glow=blue,2,300]Do you Know How To Rp?:[/glow]
um durr
[glow=blue,2,300]Are You Active?:[/glow]
it is kind of my site.
[glow=blue,2,300]Are You Welcoming To New Ideas?:[/glow] if anyone presents an idea i'd be happy to hear it.
[glow=blue,2,300]How did you find out about CWC?:[/glow] i created it....
[glow=blue,2,300]Age:[/glow] 22 moons
[glow=blue,2,300]Gender:[/glow] she cat
[glow=blue,2,300]Clan:[/glow] ForestClan
[glow=blue,2,300]Desired Position:[/glow] Medicine Cat
[glow=blue,2,300]Personality:[/glow] Despite her possition, that of caring for ForestClan, Heatherstorm really is a most cold manipulative cat. Her voice drips with sarcasm, and even underneath all of that ice, there still is more ice. There is only one spot in this she cat's heart where there's still love and hurt. Family. Heatherstorm's mother was the medicine cat of ForestClan, more about that in the history section of the bio. Anyways, she really doesn't get angry, although any one might mistake her sharp exterior as anger. That's just the way Heatherstorm acts. She does not care for any sort of noncalance from any cat other than herself, and her beloved apprentice. One thing she does not care for is wide open spaces which is slighted ironic considering her name is referring to a wild and windy moore. However, this medicine cat has a certain passion for mountains, and the things that grow on them or in them. Moutain streams, mountain forest, anything alpine Heatherstorm delights in. She never really gave much thought to being anything other than a medicine cat, which is strange considering her ambitious temperment. Any other cat from a foreign clan could mistake Heatherstorm for being a traitor, a cat that would take over their clan for her self, but this is quite un true and unjust. Heatherstorm's icy exterior is merely a barrier. A barrier to cut her off from all other types of cats in Whisper Creek. In fact, perhaps it's because of her strict loyalties and customs to ForestClan's ways that she is so contrary and cold. It's hard to know this she cat, and very few do, and those cats are very limited.
[glow=blue,2,300]Physical Description:[/glow] A tall build, with long lengthy legs and a willowy figure. Elegance is neccesity. Heatherstorm's peltage is a light sandy tan, with darker stripes, making her coloring slightly different, but not at all unatractive. Probably her most interesting feature is her violet colored optics, which are nearly always slanted in disaproval. Her eyes make Heatherstorm strange and exotic. And that is perhaps why she was named as she was, in referance to her shimmering heather/violet hued pools.
[glow=blue,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
I looked and looked but I could not find a picture that was right for this she cat.
[glow=blue,2,300]History:[/glow] As I stated in the personality section of this biography, Heatherstorm's mother Springwind was the medicine cat of ForestClan before her daughter took over. Springwind was a brilliant she cat, perhaps the most perfect feline you could find. She was intelligent, beautiful, and caring, and those were the qualities that crowned her medicine cat of ForestClan. Before she became a medicine cat, Springwind had adopted several kits as her own due to the former mother's death. Heatherstorm was one of the litter, and imediately formed a desire to carry on her mother's work when it was time for Springwind to move on to StarClan. Springwind and the current leader recognized Heatherkit's passion, and agreed to crown the she cat medicine cat apprentice. One year during leafbare, a cat withing the clan named Owlwhisker caught white cough, and died a few days later. Springwind was such a dedicated medicine cat that even once Owlwhisker's disease was fatal to any cat that dared to aproach her, Springwind insisted on treating the sick cat untill her own death. Unfortunately, a few days after Owlwhisker had passed away, the disease took Springwind's life as well. Heatherstorm, stunned into silence, was forced to take up the possition at only seven moons. It was during this time that a barrier had formed around her, blocking her out away from all other cats. Although Heatherstorm became rare to anger, and cool and icy, there is still one spot where you can truly hurt this she cat's heart. Family had always been a very delicate matter to Heatherstorm because of her adoption. Her mother Dewdrop had drowned trying to cross the river to try to help some ForestClan cats tackle a group of angry loners, and her father Mosspelt had proven himself unlucky when dueling with a group of former rivals, a cluster of malicious rouges that had torn him to peices without a second thought. As for her sibblings, they had all died because of malnutrition due to the fact that they had no food for three days after their mother's death. Heatherstorm, by some miracle had managed to pull through and be strong through all these troubles, and she had been rewarded.
[glow=blue,2,300]IC:[/glow] Heatherstorm! I have a tick on my back! an elder cried, spinning around in circles, trying hopelessly to shake the tick off her back. It won't come off!
Heatherstorm didn't bother to look up from the various remedy's she was sorting into piles on the earthy floor. Relax Willowbranch. I'll give you some mouse bile. Get an apprentice to put it on the tick. But it tastes fowl, so tell the apprentice you choose to wash their paws in the stream, and not with their tongue. Heatherstorm padded softly towards a small crevice in a rock which held moss. She pulled out a wad of the green plant, and carried it over in her mouth towards a leaf which held a pool of smelling liquid. Dropping the moss into the liquid, the moss began to soak it up. Heatherstorm took a fresh leaf from the stack by the rocks, and deposited the soaked moss onto it. Wrapping the leaf up, she carried it over to Willowbranch. Here you are, Willowbranch. Give this to them. Tell him or her to put some of the bile on the breathing holes. That should sufficate them enough so that they loosen up and let go.
Thanks Heatherstorm! Willowbranch meowed, flashing Heatherstorm a greatful look as she walked out of the den. What would I do without you?
Heatherstorm shrugged. It's what I'm here for. She meowed shortly, going back to the herbs she was sorting.
[glow=blue,2,300]Code:[/glow] Whisper
[glow=blue,2,300]Other:[/glow]
*Optional*
[glow=blue,2,300]What Warriors Books Have You Read?:[/glow] all of them, haha
[glow=blue,2,300]Is This Your First Warriors RP site?:[/glow] Naww
[glow=blue,2,300]Do you Know How To Rp?:[/glow]
um durr
[glow=blue,2,300]Are You Active?:[/glow]
it is kind of my site.
[glow=blue,2,300]Are You Welcoming To New Ideas?:[/glow] if anyone presents an idea i'd be happy to hear it.
[glow=blue,2,300]How did you find out about CWC?:[/glow] i created it....
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