Post by sun+RIBBONS on Aug 28, 2009 11:33:41 GMT -5
I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly
I'll do what it takes 'til I reach the sky
And I'll make a wish, take a chance, make a change
And breakaway
[/size][/color]I'll do what it takes 'til I reach the sky
And I'll make a wish, take a chance, make a change
And breakaway
x x tHISTLEbREEZE
x x sIXTEEN mOONS
x x fEMALE
x x fORMERLY of tHUNDERcLAN, , sTARCLAN
x x fORMER mED
x x sIXTEEN mOONS
x x fEMALE
x x fORMERLY of tHUNDERcLAN, , sTARCLAN
x x fORMER mED
grew up in a small town
x x/for.the.masses/ starlighted, small tabby with calicoed-green eyes
x x/appearance/
Thistlewind was the oldest in her litter, and by far the strongest. However, it didn't take long for her two younger brothers to grow up and surpass her. She was a pretty tabby she-cat and caught he eye of many a tom, despite her over protective brothers. However she is rather modest about herself. She has small shoulders, and neck that is just the right length to permit her type of work. She has long legs and small paws and a rather long torso. Her face shape is rather rounded, but a bit triangular. Her ears are the tiniest bit to big for her head.
She has pure coated tabby fur through and through, all the way down to the tip of her fine-haired tail. Her chest and chin are smudged with white.
Her eyes are a deep leafy green that she likes to call calicoed, like a cat, because of the marred greens that are mashed together to form color around her usually narrow irises.
x x/appearance/
Thistlewind was the oldest in her litter, and by far the strongest. However, it didn't take long for her two younger brothers to grow up and surpass her. She was a pretty tabby she-cat and caught he eye of many a tom, despite her over protective brothers. However she is rather modest about herself. She has small shoulders, and neck that is just the right length to permit her type of work. She has long legs and small paws and a rather long torso. Her face shape is rather rounded, but a bit triangular. Her ears are the tiniest bit to big for her head.
She has pure coated tabby fur through and through, all the way down to the tip of her fine-haired tail. Her chest and chin are smudged with white.
Her eyes are a deep leafy green that she likes to call calicoed, like a cat, because of the marred greens that are mashed together to form color around her usually narrow irises.
when the rain would fall down
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x x/historic.features/
Thistlewind was born to Darknight and Shallowriver, both of them were devoted, if not noble, warriors of Thunderclan. They weren't especially well known, they were those kind of cats who kind of filled in the background. The two had been childhood sweethearts and were delighted when their little contained three healthy kits. Thistlekit, was the only girl and the eldest. Then came Rock-kit, a strong and spunky one from the start, and the definite charmer. Then came Windkit, more of a thinker than his older brother. From the get go, Thistlekit was very popular, especially among the toms. Thistlekit thought nothing of it when older male apprentices came to play with them. Rock-kit and Windkit were always there being her overprotective little brothers. One night when she was about five moons old, she found herself thirsty. She snuck out to the clearing where a small rain puddle had formulated, when she smelled it, it was different scent from the normal water, but hardly detectable. Then next day she spent the better part of the afternoon guarding the puddle. One cat chose not to believe her and come down with a stomach ache the next day. That was when Thistlekit realized she wanted to become a medicine cat, so she could help people the way she had with the water, without having to use her claws. The next days she spent less time playing and more time with the medicine cat. By the time she and her brothers turned six moons, she was sure she was ready to be a medicine cat, much to the dismay of all the younger males around camp. And by ten moons, her training was finished. Two moons later, her mentor had a heart failure on the way back from the moonpool. Thistlepaw took her place and took up the name Thistlewind. She was their medicine cat for four moons, and began teaching her own apprentice when a horrible war swept through Thunderclan, ravaging rogues with only the taste of blood as their guides ransacked the camp, and killed Thistlewind as she protected a mother, her kits, and her apprentice. Thistlewind was the only one who was killed in the sweep. At the young age of sixteen moons old, Thistlewind joined the ranks of starclan.
[/size]Thistlewind was born to Darknight and Shallowriver, both of them were devoted, if not noble, warriors of Thunderclan. They weren't especially well known, they were those kind of cats who kind of filled in the background. The two had been childhood sweethearts and were delighted when their little contained three healthy kits. Thistlekit, was the only girl and the eldest. Then came Rock-kit, a strong and spunky one from the start, and the definite charmer. Then came Windkit, more of a thinker than his older brother. From the get go, Thistlekit was very popular, especially among the toms. Thistlekit thought nothing of it when older male apprentices came to play with them. Rock-kit and Windkit were always there being her overprotective little brothers. One night when she was about five moons old, she found herself thirsty. She snuck out to the clearing where a small rain puddle had formulated, when she smelled it, it was different scent from the normal water, but hardly detectable. Then next day she spent the better part of the afternoon guarding the puddle. One cat chose not to believe her and come down with a stomach ache the next day. That was when Thistlekit realized she wanted to become a medicine cat, so she could help people the way she had with the water, without having to use her claws. The next days she spent less time playing and more time with the medicine cat. By the time she and her brothers turned six moons, she was sure she was ready to be a medicine cat, much to the dismay of all the younger males around camp. And by ten moons, her training was finished. Two moons later, her mentor had a heart failure on the way back from the moonpool. Thistlepaw took her place and took up the name Thistlewind. She was their medicine cat for four moons, and began teaching her own apprentice when a horrible war swept through Thunderclan, ravaging rogues with only the taste of blood as their guides ransacked the camp, and killed Thistlewind as she protected a mother, her kits, and her apprentice. Thistlewind was the only one who was killed in the sweep. At the young age of sixteen moons old, Thistlewind joined the ranks of starclan.
I'd just stare out my window.
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"I am pretty calm, a little flirty, said to be fun, wise, and caring. That's basically all I have felt. Except once. Once I felt mad, I felt mad that someone didn't believe me enough, and I couldn't help but feel a bit triumphant when they got sick because of it. The next night I felt insanely guilty for these feelings and vowed to only help people and to not get mad when they didn't do as I said. If I was medicine cat then people would trust and believe me. It was like my own type of leader. I felt it, I was meant for the job.
Training was an experience like never before. All the new and strange scents, and all their different uses. It was overwhelming. But I had never been so blissfully happy in my entire life. My parents and my brothers were proud of me.
And then there was that one night that was hardly ever so long ago. The feeling of pain as my shoulder, stomach and throat bled openly. I remember gasping for breath, but felt only more blood fall onto the ground and paws were sticky. I remember feeling light-headed, and falling, collapsing on the ground. I knew I was dying, and I was the medicine cat, who would save me? My apprentice knew me well enough, but never truly loved me. She pushed some poppy seeds to me and let me be. And I didn't mind. I rarely do."
- thistlewind, past med. of thunderclan
"I am pretty calm, a little flirty, said to be fun, wise, and caring. That's basically all I have felt. Except once. Once I felt mad, I felt mad that someone didn't believe me enough, and I couldn't help but feel a bit triumphant when they got sick because of it. The next night I felt insanely guilty for these feelings and vowed to only help people and to not get mad when they didn't do as I said. If I was medicine cat then people would trust and believe me. It was like my own type of leader. I felt it, I was meant for the job.
Training was an experience like never before. All the new and strange scents, and all their different uses. It was overwhelming. But I had never been so blissfully happy in my entire life. My parents and my brothers were proud of me.
And then there was that one night that was hardly ever so long ago. The feeling of pain as my shoulder, stomach and throat bled openly. I remember gasping for breath, but felt only more blood fall onto the ground and paws were sticky. I remember feeling light-headed, and falling, collapsing on the ground. I knew I was dying, and I was the medicine cat, who would save me? My apprentice knew me well enough, but never truly loved me. She pushed some poppy seeds to me and let me be. And I didn't mind. I rarely do."
- thistlewind, past med. of thunderclan
felt like no one could hear me.
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- -code word: stardust : tears of pain
- -song to: kelly clarkson : breakaway
- -cat to: sunni : tears of pain, , august 28 2009
- -picture to: nikkiburr : click !