Post by ~Eagle~ on Jun 27, 2007 18:53:02 GMT -5
Name: Kestrelflight
Moons: 48 moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: MoonClan
Rank: Medicine Cat [Apprentice]
Short-Description:
Other:
Moons: 48 moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: MoonClan
Rank: Medicine Cat [Apprentice]
Short-Description:
Kestrelflight is a chestnutty pretty, short-furred tabby with hazel eyes.Picture: Description:
Kestrelflight has a chestnutty colored pelt with hints of honey splotches on her back, shoulders, and flanks. Her belly is snowy white and the white blanket stretches up to her chin. Her tail tip is black and her claws are stained white. Her eyes are glowing amber, and are surrounded by darker coconut brown. She has an amber mask that darkens her face. It covers her eyes, cheeks, and nose. Her ears are short and tipped with black hairs.Description:
Kestrelflight has a chestnutty colored pelt with hints of honey splotches on her back, shoulders, and flanks. Her belly is snowy white and the white blanket stretches up to her chin. Her tail tip is black and her claws are stained white. Her eyes are glowing amber, and are surrounded by darker coconut brown. She has an amber mask that darkens her face. It covers her eyes, cheeks, and nose. Her ears are short and tipped with black hairs.Personality:
Kestrelflight is playful and has a kind nature. She wouldn't hurt a butterfly on purpose. She has studied herbs all her life and has a superb memory. Losing a patient hurts her soul deeply and some say she is too kind hearted for it, but she refuses to give it up. She loves kits and will play with them all day. She eagerly awaits the day she can have an apprentice. She is all for Starclan and has no worries about clan boundaries, becuase she is a medicine cat and if she needs to treat a Stormclan cat, she will. "We are all cats, so I will treat other clan cats like cats when they need it!" She is very headstrong and nothing will stop her if she wants something for her clan or another cat.History:
Kestrelflight was, is, and always will be a Moonclan cat. Her mother was a devoted warrior who was headstrong and totally focused. Her father was shy and thoughtful. He liked to question things and was a natural hunter.Role Playing Example:
Kestrelkit was one of five kits. Her three brothers were a trio and went everywhere together wreaking havoc and mostly occupying her mother. Kestrelflight's sister, Wrencloud, was always at her side. The two did everything together and always supported each other.
Kestrelpaw was made an apprentice right on time and was at first a warrior's apprentice. But one day, she was watching the medicine cat heal a wound and was inspired. With support from her sister, she changed positions. Her new mentor was delighted with her. She worked hard, had a wonderful memory, and was determined to get it right. She believed in Starclan with all her might and wouldn't stop talking about her first dream with Starclan.
She was given her name after she predicted a premature birthing during a thunderstorm. She was also there to deliver the kits while her mentor was caught out in the storm. She was given her name for the flying kestrel that her mentor had seen trying to get to the tree he was under.
Her old mentor died from old age and she has taken his place, diligently and has promised to work hard for the rest of her time there.
Kestrelpaw sat quietly thinking about the day. It had been sunny with no chance of any kind of rain. But her she was, stuck in the den, staring out into the dreary gray rain. The pit-patter sound was starting echo in her mind. She was getting rather sleepy. Shaking her head to wake herself up, she ran her mind over what to do with a feverish cat who had been stuck out in the rain. I'll need alot of herbs! She thought worriedly.Codeword: Rapids
Quickly, she starting to put together some herbs that would calm down fever, reduce shaking and shock, warm the cat up, and anything else needed.
"Kestrelpaw! Ripplepelt!" A young gray tom scrambled into the medicine den, sopping wet. He brought with him a wind that made Kestrelpaw shiver and shake off the water he flung in.
"What?" She was instantly on her paws, ready to move. The warrior had to breath for a few seconds before rasping,
"Honeyberry is having her kits!" Kestrelpaw choked on her breath. Now? It was way too early for Honeyberry to have kits! Not good. Ripplepelt had lost three premature kits out of a litter of four, and Kestrelpaw felt a silver of panic worry itself into her mind. NO! I'm not that weak! The little tabby she-cat forced it bac. She wasted no more time working out her emotions when someone else's kits were at stake. Ripplepelt was out gathering herbs and she needed to be fast. Rapidly she gathered some herbs and ran into the den, accompanied by the gray warrior and the queen's mate.
Quickly she took charge.
"Mortlegrass, bring as much dry moss as possible and place it by her belly. You, go and wet some moss, lightly, to put her, in case she gets a fever. Wet it often." Kestrelpaw ran the birthing process through her mind, saying it the way she had over a million times with her mentor.
"Alright, let's do this!" She said, determinedly.
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Nope!
