Ambergaze || HeatherClan Medicine Cat

[[^^].Luna.[^^]]

Name:
Ambergaze

Age:
16

Gender:
She-Cat

Desired Clan:
HeatherClan

Desired Position:
Medicine Cat

Personality:
If there was ever a cat unsuited for being a medicine cat, it's Ambergaze. She is a hot-tempered cat, always speaking her mind. She hates cats who come in to complain about a little problem like a tick, scolding them to go get one of the apprentices. "A medicine cat's job isn't to pull insects off of some lazy furball's pelt!" she'll 'politely' remind them. Bitter and cold, Ambergaze resents all the warriors whenever they go to battle. When the come back with wounds, she'll be free with insults and rantings about how they shouldn't get themselves injured. Or, alternatively, all those who didn't get hurt "obviously aren't brave enough to put themselves in the line of attack."

She considers her opinion the final one, and once she's put down her foot there's no moving her. Stubborn to an extreme, this cat will argue her point until her opponent's ears ring with it. There's no right and wrong for Ambergaze, just who agrees with her and who doesn't. She usually has very good points, too, but when she doesn't she will never admit that she was incorrect. If a cat mentions the proof to her and the topic changes in the blink of an eye to something he made a mistake on. Don't try to hold up your side with this cat, just smile and nod - and back away.

Solid and furiously unmovable on the outside, there is a tender, caring part of Ambergaze. If a cat is truly hurt, especially an apprentice or kit, she'll silently work as hard as possible, do whatever she can. She's saved uncountable lives with her sometimes frustrating determination, so it's hard to say whether that feature's a blessing or a curse. Ask a warrior who came back from battle with a broken paw and she'll tell you how terribly painful her stay at the medicine cat's den was. Ask a queen whose son was saved from greencough, or even the son himself, and it will be clear how wonderful this distinguished feline is. Whichever the case, keep in mind that it isn't wise to come up to Ambergaze and ask her to help you get rid of a tick.

Physical Description:
Ambergaze is a beautiful cat. Her fur is soft and long, cloudlike in texture and color. She has a few patches of gray along her back artistically disturbing the white hue of the rest of her. Her eyes, as is easy to guess, are a sun-yellow color, light enough to match well with her snowy face. There are no lines or stripes anywhere on her, not even the usual M that marks most cats. Around her ears gray fur shows, but that is the only darkness visible from head-on. Her muzzle is delicate and her nose a light pink, pretty and soft despite her nature.

Three of her paws are dipped in her dark, silvery color while one remains white. This one, her left front, on closer inspection, holds the key to her past and present. A long, thin scar runs from her shoulder down to her paw, showing how a gash had once been made from the base of the medicine cat's neck all the way down to the little space between her second and third claws. When she walks, it is hard to miss the effect of that injury.

Picture:
click

History:
When Ambergaze was but Amberkit, she loved to play with her denmates, pretending to be strong apprentices and warrior, make believe fighting in huge Clan battles. There was nothing more exciting than the shout of another kitten: "HeatherClanners against evil rogues!" or perhaps that day it was "I'm ForestClan, attacking!" She couldn't wait to be a warrior like her father and mother. Her whole being was centered around her six-moon birthday. As it drew nearer for her and her two siblings, their play became more and more rowdy, more excited. They wanted to leave the nursery once and for all.

When that day finally came, all three of the kits, well-groomed for the ceremony, had met their mentors. The older cats had made the decision to have a joint training session, roaming into the territory to explore. It was to be a fun day, full of adventure and learning. And until sunhigh, so it was. Noon found them all practicing hunting skills. Amberpaw had just caught her first mouse and Lightpaw was praising her for it. Suddenly, out of nowhere, there were two huge badgers. Amberpaw had no idea where they had come from or what they were, but she knew to squeal in terror. She and her sister backed away, but Lightpaw didn't have the sensibility to just run. He tried to prove himself leaping at the monstrous thing, and was knocked to the ground limp before anyone could say anything. The warriors leaped and the fight began. Both girls were blankly immobile with fear, and when one of the striped beasts lurched forward there was nothing anyone could do. With a swipe of its paw, the huge badger killed Amberpaw's sister and sliced through last remaining apprentice's leg. Both were quickly chased off.

After the badger attack, Amberpaw could barely move. She was too injured to resume her training, and when the next litter of kits were apprenticed, one got Amberpaw's old mentor. There was nothing that could be done - Amberpaw wasn't going to be a warrior. It was medicine cat or elder's den, and that wasn't even a choice Amberpaw wanted to think about. She finally began to learn her new job - herbs and StarClan were what she needed to know now. Bitter and resentful, she had no joy in receiving her full name, Ambergaze.

IC:
Deep sleeps are always pleasant, and Ambergaze was enjoying one of those when she heard the meow from outside. It penetrated her dream, forcing her to awaken in a world where she was not a warrior and mice didn't dance. Irritable from the start, she let her annoyance be heard as she called out, "What do you want?" She really hated this, answering to warriors younger than herself all because they were hurt and needed for battle. She glared ferociously as the new warrior entered. He looked at her apprehensively, not sure, she guessed, whether or not to just back up and leave. "Well, what's your problem?" It was an insult but also a command; she wanted him to tell her how he was injured. Whether or not he would ever get up the courage to do so was a mystery. And warriors are supposed to be brave! scoffed Ambergaze.

Code:
Whisper

[sky]

Accepted. Great bio Cindy.

[±∞STREAMY∞±]

'Kay. You've filled your high positions =)