Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2011 5:13:17 GMT -5
A Bit About You
Out of Character Name ∙ Kagami-Kat
Chatango Username ∙KagamiKat
Other Characters You Play ∙Rosepaw of Windclan
How You Found Us ∙ friend gave me a linkIntroductions
Character’s Name ∙ Dovepaw/Dovepelt
Age ∙ eleven moons
Gender ∙ she-cat
Residing ∙ Skyclan Camp
Character Type ∙ Medicine-Cat Apprentice/Eventual Medicine CatMindset
Overall Personality ∙ Dovepaw has never been known for repressing thoughts. If she has something to say, you'll know it. It is best to listen, since she is often correct in her rantings. Having a slight temper, she finds it annoying when cats of her Clan complain about the kittypets, and rouges; finding it ironic that they all descended from said intruders. Sarcasm runs deep in her veins and it is believed that she can cause a badger to run away from hissing at it.
Having a good memory for herbs, she has nearly memorized all the herbs and their uses, and is even starting to see prophecies. Having an inquisitive nature; Dovepaw follows the signs of Starclan with wide eyes, and questions.... Lots of questions. She has a love for her clan, but has a special affection for the young kits and the elders. Her personal belief is that all the young ones will lead to the Clan growing strong, and the elders should be treated with respect.Reflection
Overall Appearance ∙ Dovepaw is a meduim sized, almost delicate looking she-cat. Her fur is extremely thick and unusually soft. It is very neat, and has slight feathering on the tail, belly, and legs. She has long legs, and tail, giving her a slightly awkward appearance. Her eyes are slightly large, as well as her ears, making her look like a kit. Her small paws give an almost petite look, while her narrowed snout gives her a slight disapproving look, as well as a fox-like appearance.
Her fur is snow white, besides the tiny marking on her left shoulder; which looks like a black leaf. Her scarred pads are the result of not having Skyclan blood in her. Her ears are often flicking as if a fly were buzzing in her ear, and a twitching tail along with them. She has the scent of sweet herbs (honey and honeysuckle) around her at all times. Her icy blue eyes are often bright with curiosity or knowledge, but can flash in anger within seconds.Backstory
Family History ∙ Dovepaw's mother was a rouge who ended up joining Skyclan as she found out that she was going to have kits. She ended up having one kit, who was name Dovekit.
Family ∙ Mother: Nightslash [deceased] Father: Thorn
Birthplace ∙ In the Skyclan Medicine-Cat Den.
Background ∙ Nightslash paused as she entered the Medicine-Cat den; her belly starting to feel pains. Believing it to be a bellyache she padded on, grimacing at the scent of the herbs. The Medicine-Cat turned seeming surprised at the sight of her. Not surprising, since I never kept it a secret that I hated this den.
Instead of asking what she was doing there, the medicine-cat rushed forward; demanding that she lay down and keep calm. What in the name of Starclan? She thought to herself before complying. As she laid down she felt her muscles in her belly convulse; causing Nightslash to yowl in pain. Her kits were coming... Soon!
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Sighing Nightslash looked at her tiny kit, purring as the tiny white kit pressed against her belly for the milk she had. This may have been her first litter but, she could tell it would be a while before her kit would open her eyes. It seemed to be laid back, sleeping more than it ate. Remembering the previous day, where an apprentice had been lamed by a badger, Nightslash rubbed her head into the kit;who let out a tiny purr in response. “Stay with me little one. For as long as you can,” she breathed.
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Dovekit stared after the cat that has given hen mother the sweet smelling herbs. Without pausing she rose up and began to toddle after her. Pausing to take a look at the surroundings of the nursery, she jumped down, hoping to not lose sight of the cat that held her attention. Feeling her paws begin to ache she paused outside the new den; not quite sure whether or not to enter. Gathering her courage she entered.
Dovekit was surprised with the amount of room in the den; it was comparatively small. The scent of herbs were stronger here; nearly overpowering. Without pausing, she stumbled towards the piles she had noted only to be stopped by the cat's big fluffy tail. Feeling her fur fluff up she was about to apologize before she interrupted her.
“Do you know what herbs I gave your mother?” she meowed seeming mildly interested in her. Sniffing at the stupid question Dovekit padded up t o the herbs she had used, any placed a claw on each. Looking surprised she lowered her head to stare her in the eyes. A light gasp caused Dovekit to turn her head to see her mothers frantic face.
Next thing she knew, her mother had her scruff grasped in her teeth, and was mumbling an apology before racing back toward the nursery. Dovekit realized that strange cat must have been the Medicine-Cat. After being dropped on the the ground, and furiously licked; she purred before mewling to her mother “ I want to be a Medicine-Cat.”
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Dovepaw stretched her head to touch the nose of her new mentor. “Dovepaw, Dovepaw, Dovepaw!” closing her eyes, she purred as the clan chanted her new name. Feeling the warm stare of her mother; she turned and mewed a happy squeal. Turning to stare at her new mentor, Dovepaw lightly bounced before racing to the Medicine-Cat den; my den.
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Dovepaw had since nearly doubled in size and has grown a large amount of knowledge, of both healing and basic fighting. Hoping to earn her medicine cat name, she has tried her best at learning as fast as she can.Sample
Dovepaw sighed as she saw the warrior approaching her. His broad shoulders looked like they had been raked by brambles and on questioning she found out that's exactly what happened. “Mousebrain,” she hissed, her fur beginning to fluff up, as she was feeling the urge to claw his face. Instead she stalked into her den, with him following; his tail twitching with nervousness. She then lightly cleaned out his wounds before placing marigold poultice and cobwebs on his wounds. I should have put nettles in the poultice....
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--Dovepaw
