Post by DOG on Apr 19, 2011 19:06:26 GMT -5
Rainwhisker
Basic Information
Alt Name: Rainwhisker
Warrior Name: Rainwhisker
Gender: Tom.
Age: 17 moons.
Rank: Medicine cat.
Description
Short: Brown-and-cream tabby tom with dark blue eyes.
A veritable patchwork-quilt of colors. Extremities appear a pale silver-gray in color, with distinctive tabby stripes that darken to a definitive pattern on his face. His body is an unusual mix of creams, grays, whites, and browns, forming a swirling pattern of mud-brown markings. His eyes are a deep blue in color, framed by a mask of tabby markings.
Personality:
Rainwhisker is a dedicated and studious cat, outwardly friendly to his Clanmates and tireless in his efforts to hone his craft of healing.
Having had the medicine cat position thrust upon him, the tom is rather insecure in his ability and constantly second-guesses his decisions. Without the instinctual inherent ability for herbs and affinity with StarClan that medicine cats seem to be born with, he often feels as if he must work harder than other cats to fulfill his duties. Determined not to appear as if he is incapable of caring for his Clan, Rainwhisker keeps any reservations to himself, not sharing them with any Clanmates - including his leader.
IC
Experience:
After years of forum and chat-room roleplay in the mid to late nineties, I joined Furcadia in 2001 and participated in various Furcadia-canon and non-canon roleplay continuities.
The list of dreams are many, but some of the more notable non-Warriors dreams were The Rowling Continuity, SpaceStation Gamma, Love Kingdom, Bail's Tavern and Inn, etc. I've roleplayed in some form or another at most of the Warriors dreams that have been on Furcadia, such as Cat Clans, Arrows, Sarah Furren, Sockiez/Dawn Of A New Era, and numerous others.
RP Sample:
Smokefur lay drowsing on the small-rock, his ears pricked toward the sound of meows coming from a few mouse-lengths off. One was a voice he knew, that of Slickstripe's. The other, unfamiliar voice brought him groggily to his paws. It was a she-cat from the sound of it. A she-cat who was definitely not a member of Cliffclan. His nap forgotten, the big deputy leapt from the rock and landed neatly at his warrior's side. "Who are you and what brings you to Cliffclan camp?" Smokefur's voice was guarded, but his unsheathed claws and raised hackles were to let the unfamiliar cat know that there would be a reckoning should she try anything funny.
Smokefur glanced at Slickstripe briefly to signal for him to be silent before turning his attention back to the she-cat. "You say you were once a kittypet", the big tom murmured, his gaze roving over her form; she certainly looked skinny and unthreatening enough, with the badge of the Twolegs marking her neck. "You are aware of the four clans that make their territories near here, yes?" Smokefur meowed, another glance to the warrior beside him. "We are clan cats that follow the warrior code, which tells us to drive away all cats that should threaten our way of life." Yellow eyes flashed at he spoke, regarding the collar with contempt. "It is a hard life, that of a warrior. There is no room for cats who are used to the soft life of a kittypet."
Smokefur dipped his head respectfully to Spottedstar as she approached. "She may be. Or she may not," he meowed offhandedly. "Decent enough. For a kittypet, anyway." With a wave of his tail he indicated the collar around the she-cat's neck. "This one claims she broke free from the Twolegs that were attempting to keep her as a pet against her will." A note of disgust registered in the tom's meow as he spoke of the Twolegs. Smokefur would have never allowed Twolegs to put any filthy kittypet collar around his neck. He'd like to see them try! "Slickstripe confronted her first, and she shows interest in becoming a clan cat", he finished, looking over to Spottedstar to see how she would react to yet another loner intruding on camp territory. He awaited her word as to what to do with the former kittypet.
Basic Information
Alt Name: Rainwhisker
Warrior Name: Rainwhisker
Gender: Tom.
Age: 17 moons.
Rank: Medicine cat.
Description
Short: Brown-and-cream tabby tom with dark blue eyes.
A veritable patchwork-quilt of colors. Extremities appear a pale silver-gray in color, with distinctive tabby stripes that darken to a definitive pattern on his face. His body is an unusual mix of creams, grays, whites, and browns, forming a swirling pattern of mud-brown markings. His eyes are a deep blue in color, framed by a mask of tabby markings.
Personality:
Rainwhisker is a dedicated and studious cat, outwardly friendly to his Clanmates and tireless in his efforts to hone his craft of healing.
Having had the medicine cat position thrust upon him, the tom is rather insecure in his ability and constantly second-guesses his decisions. Without the instinctual inherent ability for herbs and affinity with StarClan that medicine cats seem to be born with, he often feels as if he must work harder than other cats to fulfill his duties. Determined not to appear as if he is incapable of caring for his Clan, Rainwhisker keeps any reservations to himself, not sharing them with any Clanmates - including his leader.
IC
Experience:
After years of forum and chat-room roleplay in the mid to late nineties, I joined Furcadia in 2001 and participated in various Furcadia-canon and non-canon roleplay continuities.
The list of dreams are many, but some of the more notable non-Warriors dreams were The Rowling Continuity, SpaceStation Gamma, Love Kingdom, Bail's Tavern and Inn, etc. I've roleplayed in some form or another at most of the Warriors dreams that have been on Furcadia, such as Cat Clans, Arrows, Sarah Furren, Sockiez/Dawn Of A New Era, and numerous others.
RP Sample:
Smokefur lay drowsing on the small-rock, his ears pricked toward the sound of meows coming from a few mouse-lengths off. One was a voice he knew, that of Slickstripe's. The other, unfamiliar voice brought him groggily to his paws. It was a she-cat from the sound of it. A she-cat who was definitely not a member of Cliffclan. His nap forgotten, the big deputy leapt from the rock and landed neatly at his warrior's side. "Who are you and what brings you to Cliffclan camp?" Smokefur's voice was guarded, but his unsheathed claws and raised hackles were to let the unfamiliar cat know that there would be a reckoning should she try anything funny.
Smokefur glanced at Slickstripe briefly to signal for him to be silent before turning his attention back to the she-cat. "You say you were once a kittypet", the big tom murmured, his gaze roving over her form; she certainly looked skinny and unthreatening enough, with the badge of the Twolegs marking her neck. "You are aware of the four clans that make their territories near here, yes?" Smokefur meowed, another glance to the warrior beside him. "We are clan cats that follow the warrior code, which tells us to drive away all cats that should threaten our way of life." Yellow eyes flashed at he spoke, regarding the collar with contempt. "It is a hard life, that of a warrior. There is no room for cats who are used to the soft life of a kittypet."
Smokefur dipped his head respectfully to Spottedstar as she approached. "She may be. Or she may not," he meowed offhandedly. "Decent enough. For a kittypet, anyway." With a wave of his tail he indicated the collar around the she-cat's neck. "This one claims she broke free from the Twolegs that were attempting to keep her as a pet against her will." A note of disgust registered in the tom's meow as he spoke of the Twolegs. Smokefur would have never allowed Twolegs to put any filthy kittypet collar around his neck. He'd like to see them try! "Slickstripe confronted her first, and she shows interest in becoming a clan cat", he finished, looking over to Spottedstar to see how she would react to yet another loner intruding on camp territory. He awaited her word as to what to do with the former kittypet.