Post by lostwhisker on Jun 17, 2009 18:02:52 GMT -5
Name: Juniperpaw
Age: 14 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: FlurryClan
Personality:
Short Description:
Age: 14 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: FlurryClan
Personality:
Juniperpaw is very serious, almost never playing, unlike most cats her age, Juniperpaw is always thinking about her job, and duty. Juniperpaw doesn't spar often, and otherwise do anything interactive with other cats besides treating them when they are wounded.Picture: media.photobucket.com/image/cute%20cats/NotTrue/Cats%20All%20Over%20The%20Place/5750637_VB8nPj.jpg?o=10
Juniperpaw is not very popular in her clan, friend wise. She has a few friends, but even in those friends, she doesn't often joke around. She is often made fun of behind her back, and gets angry very easily. She might not seem like the medicine cat type, but always puts her duty first, and is very experienced
Though she may seem rough and stric on the outside, Juniperpaw is one of the most tender and careful medicine cats around. She does everything as gently as possible. She is also very excited about being a messenger from StarClan, something she had always wanted to do since being a kit. She vowed to always tell exactly what starclan tells her. Though she does like to add her own oppinion in afterwards.
Short Description:
Ginger she cat with Blue eyesAppearance:
Juniperpaw is a ginger colored she cat, with striking blue eyes. Her long whiskers stretch out further then other cats. She has striped patterns of darker orange on her back, and white on her underbelly. One could call her pretty.History: Family: Family:
Her body structure is quite large for a she cat of her age, it is about the same height as a full grown she cat, but is expected to have stopped growing.
RP Example:
Juniperpaw was born on April 14th, and was an ambicious cat at that time, she always had fun, and always played around. She had two loving parents, and a ton of friends. She grew up in a bad time, horrible messages always coming from the medicine cat, supposedly from StarClan. Juniperpaw never understood how StarClan could possibly contact the living cats though, it seemed mysterious. When she asked her mother why she didn't get messages from StarClan, her mother replied. "Only the very serious medicine cats can messages from StarClan"
From that moment on, Juniper vowed to herself that she would become a medicine cat, so she could for one, help her clan, but there was a secret reason in side, and that was to communicate with StarClan. She always wanted to talk to some of her ancestors. If she became a medicine cat, that would be possible.
When she became and apprentice, it was to the medicine cat, and she has been the apprentice for 8 moons, and will continue to learn, until she is completely ready to be a full medicine cat.
Lostwhisker was running, he wasn't sure from what, but something was behind him. He wanted to make sure that, that something didn't get to him before he got back to the camp for help. He pelted as fast as he could. He was starting to see familar surroundings, but wasn't sure how much farther he could run. Lostwhisker had stopped hearing the noise awhile back, but wasn't sure how close it really was. Some animals were dead quiet in there chase.Other:
Lostwhisker had been hunting, and had gotten lost. He had been gone for almost two moons, and was starving. His bones shown through his skin, and he had grown painfully weak. He hoped that when he got back to his beloved RiverClan camp there would be plentiful fresh kill in the pile, and that he could have a nice feast to get back on his feet. He would then visit his clanmates, that probably thought he was dead. Lostwhisker dreaded to think about what might have happened to his social life..
Going as quickly as he could, Lostwhisker was almost back to camp. He was within a few feet when he smlled something unfamiliar. He stopped in his tracks, turning around quickly to see if anything was behind him. After a few long minutes he realized that he had run the whole way full speed for nothing. He put his head down, he had gotten himself all tired for nothing. Lostwhisker turned back to the smell he had recognized. He knew what it was, but hadn't smelt it in a long time, he had almost forgotten what it was.. as Lostwhisker walked towards it, he realized that what he had smelled was a rat. He had known what it was, becasue he had smelled them along the ShadowClan border before, but what was a rat doing this deep into RiverClan territory? Rats couldn't live in this kind of land.
Lostwhisker turned around to go back to the camp and report the odd finding to his leader. It was probably nothing, but an odd sight, and possibly something of consern. He didn't want to have a disaster happen that could have been avoided if he had reported what he saw. As he entered the camp borders, Lostwhisker went straight to the fresh kill pile, picked up a vole, finished it within a few bites, and lay down, he couldn't move. He had eaten way to much, way to fast for not eating for so long. He wouldn't make that mistake again.
