Post by cay on Jan 1, 2008 22:11:47 GMT -5
Name: Thymerunner
Age (in moons): Twenty nine moons
Clan: Tunderclan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Gender: Male
Appearance: This tom is a very tall one, long limbs swift and fast. Though he is very fast, he also very stealthy. Mottled coat covers a skinny frame, and is thick and springy. If water should happen to fall onto his pelt, it usually runs off, not being able to penatrate the thick fur. His tail is long and bushy, always twitching or moving as Thymerunner usually is worried or twitchy. Long claws come from large paws, heavy but swift. Long and many whiskers grace this toms face, curving in and around his circular head. Soft and small triangular ears pick up the smallest sounds, while a short but sharp nose pick up every scent. Strong muscles are hidden under his thick fur, though he doesn't know how to use them very much, being a medicine cat and all. His body is tall, heightened by long, gangly legs. Large, almond shaped orbs are a bright light yellow against the contrasting dark of his fur.
Personality: Thymerunner is a cat with purpose. He may seem perfect for fighting, but knowing his strengths lay with medicinal stratagies, he followed the path of a medicine cat. Usually nervous or anxious, he is a very emotional cat. He will jump at the mere sounds of the forest while working, or scare at the mew of a kit beside him. Though jumpy he is a very dedicated Medicine cat, never jumping while curing or healing, knowing to jump may be to not heal. He has a very long temper, and a very encouraging, kind side. He can make any cat feel at home and at ease. Perhaps that is why he is so successful at being who he is?
History: Growing up in a clan with many to-be warriors, Thymerunner was often caught up in the splendor of fighting and being a warrior, hunting for your clan and fighting off predators. He grew up as a kit wanting to please and serve his clan in every way, knowing the pride he might gain with every mouse he brought in for elders, queens or cats in high rank.
Trying to prove his worth, Thymerunner was always running around making trouble, trying to go out to hunt, or play fighting with his litter mates. He got in trouble often and finally he realized, acting out isn't the best policy. So he calmed down, sitting in the camp, helping warriors with their catches, or patching up the dens. From bad-kitty to model student, it was quite a change.
Soon Thymerunner found out, he wasn't best at being a fighter, or hunter. He could easily wrestle Marigold roots out of the ground better than he could wrestle his litter mates. He was more adept at hunting catmint or horsetail than mice or swallows. Realizing that, when it came time to be an apprentice, he went up to his medicine cat, requesting permission to train as a medicine cat alongside him. They agreed and at six moon he was titled medicine cat apprentice.
Once, when a very bad case of Greencough came over the camp, and the medicine cat could not venture out into the forest to get catmint, he was sent out, instantly knowing where it was. He returned with, StarClan blessed, heaps of catmint, but was too late for a few of his clan mates. The medicine cat per example. He had learned lots from him before his death, he knew every herb and its use by heart.
Thymerunner grieved for his lost clan mates like any other, but soon after the burial ceremonies for the cats, the clan got better. One sun-high when he was 12 moons, Thymerunner was named medicine cat.
Age (in moons): Twenty nine moons
Clan: Tunderclan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Gender: Male
Appearance: This tom is a very tall one, long limbs swift and fast. Though he is very fast, he also very stealthy. Mottled coat covers a skinny frame, and is thick and springy. If water should happen to fall onto his pelt, it usually runs off, not being able to penatrate the thick fur. His tail is long and bushy, always twitching or moving as Thymerunner usually is worried or twitchy. Long claws come from large paws, heavy but swift. Long and many whiskers grace this toms face, curving in and around his circular head. Soft and small triangular ears pick up the smallest sounds, while a short but sharp nose pick up every scent. Strong muscles are hidden under his thick fur, though he doesn't know how to use them very much, being a medicine cat and all. His body is tall, heightened by long, gangly legs. Large, almond shaped orbs are a bright light yellow against the contrasting dark of his fur.
Personality: Thymerunner is a cat with purpose. He may seem perfect for fighting, but knowing his strengths lay with medicinal stratagies, he followed the path of a medicine cat. Usually nervous or anxious, he is a very emotional cat. He will jump at the mere sounds of the forest while working, or scare at the mew of a kit beside him. Though jumpy he is a very dedicated Medicine cat, never jumping while curing or healing, knowing to jump may be to not heal. He has a very long temper, and a very encouraging, kind side. He can make any cat feel at home and at ease. Perhaps that is why he is so successful at being who he is?
History: Growing up in a clan with many to-be warriors, Thymerunner was often caught up in the splendor of fighting and being a warrior, hunting for your clan and fighting off predators. He grew up as a kit wanting to please and serve his clan in every way, knowing the pride he might gain with every mouse he brought in for elders, queens or cats in high rank.
Trying to prove his worth, Thymerunner was always running around making trouble, trying to go out to hunt, or play fighting with his litter mates. He got in trouble often and finally he realized, acting out isn't the best policy. So he calmed down, sitting in the camp, helping warriors with their catches, or patching up the dens. From bad-kitty to model student, it was quite a change.
Soon Thymerunner found out, he wasn't best at being a fighter, or hunter. He could easily wrestle Marigold roots out of the ground better than he could wrestle his litter mates. He was more adept at hunting catmint or horsetail than mice or swallows. Realizing that, when it came time to be an apprentice, he went up to his medicine cat, requesting permission to train as a medicine cat alongside him. They agreed and at six moon he was titled medicine cat apprentice.
Once, when a very bad case of Greencough came over the camp, and the medicine cat could not venture out into the forest to get catmint, he was sent out, instantly knowing where it was. He returned with, StarClan blessed, heaps of catmint, but was too late for a few of his clan mates. The medicine cat per example. He had learned lots from him before his death, he knew every herb and its use by heart.
Thymerunner grieved for his lost clan mates like any other, but soon after the burial ceremonies for the cats, the clan got better. One sun-high when he was 12 moons, Thymerunner was named medicine cat.
