Post by aries on Jan 7, 2010 17:11:25 GMT -5
Before I start this, I just really want to say thank you for reserving this spot for me. I've finally found the time to type up this bio.
GENERAL
Name: Blizzardfur
Name Explanation: Blizzard- for his pure white coat and ice blue eyes, fur- for his long-furred coat
Gender: Tom
Age: 31 Moons
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Medicine Cat
APPEARANCE
Body Type: Blizzardfur is a tall and lean tom. He is slightly muscular as well.
Fur: He has pure white fur, that is really long and soft.
Eyes: His eyes are an ice blue, and are often piercing.
Markings: He has no markings, he is just a pure white tom.
Overall:
Blizzardfur is a tall tom, with a very long tail, and a slightly muscular build. He is lean and often looked well fed, except for in times when his Clan needs the food more than he does. He has pure white fur, which is long and feathery. It's also very soft. His eyes are a very bright shade of blue, which often means that they are blind, in his case, he was lucky, and was not born blind. He has massive paws, and finds it hard not to stumble over kits at times. He has no markings on his pelt, his fur is just plain white.
PERSONALITY
Positive Traits: Kind, Gentle, Sweetly-Tempered, Wise, Calm, Noble, Selfless
Flaws: Overly Protective, Obsessive, Quiet, Irritable [Only during times of battle or when a serious illness is spreading through the camp]
Fears: Dieing when his Clan needs him most, having a kit die from eating deathberries, his leader dieing before him
Quirks: He tends to flick his tail a lot, he's a clown at times
Ideals: Honorable, Proud
Overall:
Blizzardfur is very kind. He is often soothing mothers that their kits will be fine, and elders that the cold will pass. He loves to find treats for his Clan, like honey and sweet berries that they can eat for tiny treats. He never leaves a cat behind, and could never even think about holding a grudge against any cat in his beloved Clan. He often will take the kits out of the nursery and let the Queens stretch their legs while their kits play. He loves to play with the tiny balls of fur, because he remembers when he was their age and how his own mother felt. He is also a very gentle cat, and never likes to raise his voice, unless he desperately needs to be heard by other cats. He is incredibly selfish, and would rather starve than let his Clan die of hunger. If there is a sickness going around he will work day and night until it is gone, and makes sure no other cat is close to dieing. He is very wise, and will often caution his leader when things seems like they could cause trouble, or be bad for the Clan. He often gives good advice to his Clanmates, and never loses his temper with them. He is very calm, and takes everything in paw-steps, as long as he isn't moving too slow. He is noble, and never likes to let his pride get in the way of his work.
Some bad things are that he is very overprotective when it comes to his Clan. If someone or something is threatening his Clanmates, he won't rest until it is gone, or the problem is solved. He is also very obsessive, and you could say he has a bit of OCD. He hates when the herbs get out of order, and when they do get messed up, he will organize them all again. He likes order, and will freak out if things are out of that order. He is often a little too quiet for his own good, and may cause a few problems when he doesn't answer a question right away, if at all. He becomes very aggressive when his Clanmates are in any type of danger. Most of the time from battles or sickness.
HISTORY
Family:
- Thrushflight [Father]
- Cinderfall [Mother]
- Redpelt [Brother]
- Dapplewing [Sister]
- Breezenose [Sister]
History:
Kit- Born as Blizzardkit, he was the tiniest of his mothers first litter. He often spent his days romping around the nursery with his siblings Breezekit, and Dapplekit, and Redkit. They got into a lot of trouble as time went on, and soon enough, Blizzardkit got the message to be a good kit and behave. He did as his parents told him, and avoided getting in the way of warriors, and the elders. He'd learned never to go into the leaders den without permission, the hard way mind you. As he neared his 6th moon of life, he became incredibly interested in what the Medicine Cat's job was. He never shared his siblings enthusiasm about fighting in battles and getting battle scars. He wanted a gentler life. One of knowledge and healing, and he often spent his time out of the nursery observing the Clan's medicine cat while they worked. He was never shooed away, and was sometimes allowed to help out just a bit.
Apprentice- As Blizzardkit turned 6 moons old, he learned the cold hard truth. He was going to be a warrior, a life he really didn't want to live. It was rather sudden, but during his Apprenticship Ceremony, the Medicine cat spoke up and requested that Blizzardpaw be his apprentice, and that StarClan had sent him a sign. The leader complied, and Blizzardpaw was whisked into the life of healing, one he'd really hoped for.
In the beginning, it was a rather hard job to do. He had to memorize the herbs and what their uses were, and how they smelled. He was often sent to clean out the elders nests as well. He didn't mind it though, he was always happy to help out his Clanmates. As time wore on, he came to know each and every herb in the forest, and how to use them. He helped during kittings, and even had performed a couple by himself, without the close eye of his mentor. He helped during greencough epidemics, and helped soothe even the slightest tummy-ache.
By the time he was 14 moons, his mentor decided it was time to give him his warrior name. He was given the name of Blizzardfur, and wore it proudly. He continued his apprenticeship though, happily and without complaint. He watched his mentor grow older and older, and by the time Blizzardfur was 21 moons old, his mentor died, and Blizzardfur took the place of full Medicine Cat of ThunderClan.
Now- He now spends his days mending wounds from minor border brawls, and at times even big fights. He is often looking for herbs, and helping the elders with their ticks. At 31 moons, he may soon be looking for an apprentice to pass on all his knowledge to, before he loses his life to either sickness or old age.
RP SAMPLE
The season was cold, and snow littered the hard ground of the forest. The snow lay sleepily on the branches of swaying pines and oaks and maples, the snowflakes wishing deperatley not to be woken up from their gentle slumber. Scrawny squirrels and mice shot about at very rare times, like they were hiding from something. Well, they were. Their worst enemy. Felines. A particular feline was padding through the forest in the dead of sunhigh, and setting the little critter's on edge.
The tom was shifting through small bundles of grasses and bushes, looking for any herbs that he may be able to take with him back to his camp. He didn't want to run out when it was the dead of winter. That was a fact that scared him, if it were to happen. This tom was the Medicine Cat of ThunderClan, a large Clan of cats who made their home in the forest of the large swath of land. Many cats made their home there, and others made their home with the other two Clans, ShadowClan and RiverClan. There had been five Clans once. But SkyClan was driven out ages ago, and WindClan had been gone for many a moon.
The tom was large, slender for his gender, but also slightly muscular. His fur was the exact color of the snow littering the ground, and the only thing that stood out clearly were the pink in his ears and nose, and his bright blue eyes. His large paws made tracks in the snow, and he seemed to shiver from the cold every few steps. There were no treats to bring his Clan in the dead of leaf-bare, but there was herbs to bring home, if he could find any. He traveled on, searching every place he knew for the familiar scents of the healing greenery that stocked his den. Nothing. It was all frozen over in this dreadful snow.
Tail drooping, and ears back, Blizzardfur began to pad glumly back the way he had come, checking new spots every so often in hopes of finding anything he could take back. What he was in need of, now more than ever, was catmint. He'd checked the old two-leg nest where it had often grew, but nothing was there. He felt useless for a moment, but then remembered that he shouldn't give up so easily. But the sun was beginning to hide behind the clouds, and snow was beginning to fall. A blizzard was coming.
