Post by Owl on May 23, 2007 21:38:18 GMT -5
Name: Fishfeather
Pelt: It wouldn't be fair to call him green, nor would it be fair to call a oily black cat purple. His pelt coresponded naturally to light, giving him a rather... aqua appearance. His pelt was, really, only shades of gray messily painted on his wiry fur.
Eyes: One electric green eye, his right, and one cerulean, left. Unless he has two right eyes. o-O
Rank: Medicine Cat
Gender: Male
Clan: Sunclan.
Mate: None.
Sibling(s): None.
Apprentice: None.
Personality: He's a bit of an oddball. Dosen't blend well. It's hard to pinpoint what trait contributes to his 'lack' of personality, but he's a rather detatched character. He sees and he hears but he dosen't say. With a great memory, you could trust him with a secret and doubt he'd say it. When he does speak, he does it with authority and confidence. He knows when to back off and how to back up his statements. A powerful, unmoving figure.
History: "This, Springkit, is a lake..." finished his mother, leading him to the end of the Lakeclan borders. The light shined as the tiny minnows lurking in its depths caused tiny ripples, giving an effect perfect enough for even Hollywood to accept. "Com'n now, back to camp." she said, turning. She strolled to the edge of the forest and looked back...
...but Springkit was not to be found. Infact, Springkit was nearby, several feet under water and struggling for his puny life. Natural swimming abilities helped him thrust his way for the first gulp of air, the enourmous lake pulling him to and frow. He was thrown under again... and blacked out.
He woke up in the middle of a forest, surrounded by three very tough-looking warriors. "It's a kit, Stormeyes." one said, amused, turning to the other cat. "I was sure it was a drowned rat. Come to think of it, I still think so."
The female of the patrol flicked her tail in annoyance. "The kit probably fell into the lake. All you do it make jibes while the poor thing sits here, cold and dying. Get the medicine cat you fools!"
She said the last bit with a snarl, protective nature kicking in.
"I'll take care of you... little Fishkit."
Fishkit was dubbed for his amazing survival of the lake. Though he grew up in Sunclan, rather than Lakeclan, he always kept the ability to swim. He showed a good nose and a cautious but determined-to-help nature, getting him the position of a Meddie Cat apprentice. As his mentor moved on, he took over. He remains in Sunclan, oblivious to his past but constantly wondering about his future.
Pelt: It wouldn't be fair to call him green, nor would it be fair to call a oily black cat purple. His pelt coresponded naturally to light, giving him a rather... aqua appearance. His pelt was, really, only shades of gray messily painted on his wiry fur.
Eyes: One electric green eye, his right, and one cerulean, left. Unless he has two right eyes. o-O
Rank: Medicine Cat
Gender: Male
Clan: Sunclan.
Mate: None.
Sibling(s): None.
Apprentice: None.
Personality: He's a bit of an oddball. Dosen't blend well. It's hard to pinpoint what trait contributes to his 'lack' of personality, but he's a rather detatched character. He sees and he hears but he dosen't say. With a great memory, you could trust him with a secret and doubt he'd say it. When he does speak, he does it with authority and confidence. He knows when to back off and how to back up his statements. A powerful, unmoving figure.
History: "This, Springkit, is a lake..." finished his mother, leading him to the end of the Lakeclan borders. The light shined as the tiny minnows lurking in its depths caused tiny ripples, giving an effect perfect enough for even Hollywood to accept. "Com'n now, back to camp." she said, turning. She strolled to the edge of the forest and looked back...
...but Springkit was not to be found. Infact, Springkit was nearby, several feet under water and struggling for his puny life. Natural swimming abilities helped him thrust his way for the first gulp of air, the enourmous lake pulling him to and frow. He was thrown under again... and blacked out.
He woke up in the middle of a forest, surrounded by three very tough-looking warriors. "It's a kit, Stormeyes." one said, amused, turning to the other cat. "I was sure it was a drowned rat. Come to think of it, I still think so."
The female of the patrol flicked her tail in annoyance. "The kit probably fell into the lake. All you do it make jibes while the poor thing sits here, cold and dying. Get the medicine cat you fools!"
She said the last bit with a snarl, protective nature kicking in.
"I'll take care of you... little Fishkit."
Fishkit was dubbed for his amazing survival of the lake. Though he grew up in Sunclan, rather than Lakeclan, he always kept the ability to swim. He showed a good nose and a cautious but determined-to-help nature, getting him the position of a Meddie Cat apprentice. As his mentor moved on, he took over. He remains in Sunclan, oblivious to his past but constantly wondering about his future.