Post by Admin on Jun 25, 2009 13:56:59 GMT -5
Name:Panic
Gender:Female
Clan:Rouge
Rank:Warrior
age:23 moons
Looks:
Beneath long kitsoft fur, Panic is small and wiry, her frame clearly not in any fighting shape. She has a great plume of a tail, with a thin white stripe running down from the base to the tip. Her pelt is pitch black with splotches of brown here and there. Hazelcloud's front paws are white, along with her chest and belly. A patch starting at her chin and stretching down to her chest is bright ginger, her tail matching the shade.
Panic's most interesting aspect of her appearance is her eyes. They are an odd but beautiful shade of blue, ribbons of violet running through them like veins. But their beauty is clouded by a glassy coat; she was born blind.
Personality-Not all rouge clan cats are evil, however although she can be dark and nasty at her leaders and deputies comand she has a softer side to her. If she was born in the main clans this is what she would act like.
Panic is kind and gentle to every cat. She has a great deal of patience and rarely gets angry, but is rather jealous of her Clan. They can see.
Since kithood, Panic has had a fascination with her namesake: clouds. She wants to see them, feel them. Sometimes the other cats are annoyed by her asking about them.
Panic's vast knowledge of medicine is extremely useful to Rouges. She always tries to find second uses for herbs and new plants to stock up on.
History
"Hazelkit, Hazelkit," Spottedtail crooned, "that is her name." The cat was weak and a little crazed. She named her after the thicket where she was birthed, along with two stillborn she-cats and a tom. They squirmed in the greenleaf heat, the perfect season to be born in. "Hazelkit and Thistlekit," she continued, repeating the names out loud. It seemed wondrous, two beautiful healthy kits.
And everything went downhill from there.
When Hazelkit opened her eyes, she turned out blind. Thistlekit had trouble hearing, but the whole Clan thought that there were just kit trifles, that they would clear up over time.
But they were wrong. Thistlekit's hearing got worse and worse. Hazelkit couldn't see a thing. But then something extrordinary happened, and StarClan worked a miracle. Thistlekit could hear, even though it wasn't as good as it should have been. But Hazelkit's sight was still nonexistent. So she decided to do the one thing she could - become a medicine cat apprentice.
Hazelpaw trained long and hard, dedicating her heart and soul to her proffession, absorbing every bit of information and soon becoming skilled.
Thistlefoot was murdered in fierce combat with ShadowClan. The medicine cat, Skygaze, had tried to save him and was injured in the process. As he lay in his nest dying, Hazelpaw kept pestering him with one final question.
"Skygaze, what are clouds like?"
"Fluffy balls of down," he rasped. "The color of fresh fallen snow, the feeling of kitfur. The fresh scent of wind and rain, fire and ice. Hazelpaw, on my deathbed, I award you with your full name. This ceremony is informal, but StarClan will forgive me. I hereby name you, with the power of our warrior ancestors, Hazelcloud."
And he closed his eyes for the last time.
Gender:Female
Clan:Rouge
Rank:Warrior
age:23 moons
Looks:
Beneath long kitsoft fur, Panic is small and wiry, her frame clearly not in any fighting shape. She has a great plume of a tail, with a thin white stripe running down from the base to the tip. Her pelt is pitch black with splotches of brown here and there. Hazelcloud's front paws are white, along with her chest and belly. A patch starting at her chin and stretching down to her chest is bright ginger, her tail matching the shade.
Panic's most interesting aspect of her appearance is her eyes. They are an odd but beautiful shade of blue, ribbons of violet running through them like veins. But their beauty is clouded by a glassy coat; she was born blind.
Personality-Not all rouge clan cats are evil, however although she can be dark and nasty at her leaders and deputies comand she has a softer side to her. If she was born in the main clans this is what she would act like.
Panic is kind and gentle to every cat. She has a great deal of patience and rarely gets angry, but is rather jealous of her Clan. They can see.
Since kithood, Panic has had a fascination with her namesake: clouds. She wants to see them, feel them. Sometimes the other cats are annoyed by her asking about them.
Panic's vast knowledge of medicine is extremely useful to Rouges. She always tries to find second uses for herbs and new plants to stock up on.
History
"Hazelkit, Hazelkit," Spottedtail crooned, "that is her name." The cat was weak and a little crazed. She named her after the thicket where she was birthed, along with two stillborn she-cats and a tom. They squirmed in the greenleaf heat, the perfect season to be born in. "Hazelkit and Thistlekit," she continued, repeating the names out loud. It seemed wondrous, two beautiful healthy kits.
And everything went downhill from there.
When Hazelkit opened her eyes, she turned out blind. Thistlekit had trouble hearing, but the whole Clan thought that there were just kit trifles, that they would clear up over time.
But they were wrong. Thistlekit's hearing got worse and worse. Hazelkit couldn't see a thing. But then something extrordinary happened, and StarClan worked a miracle. Thistlekit could hear, even though it wasn't as good as it should have been. But Hazelkit's sight was still nonexistent. So she decided to do the one thing she could - become a medicine cat apprentice.
Hazelpaw trained long and hard, dedicating her heart and soul to her proffession, absorbing every bit of information and soon becoming skilled.
Thistlefoot was murdered in fierce combat with ShadowClan. The medicine cat, Skygaze, had tried to save him and was injured in the process. As he lay in his nest dying, Hazelpaw kept pestering him with one final question.
"Skygaze, what are clouds like?"
"Fluffy balls of down," he rasped. "The color of fresh fallen snow, the feeling of kitfur. The fresh scent of wind and rain, fire and ice. Hazelpaw, on my deathbed, I award you with your full name. This ceremony is informal, but StarClan will forgive me. I hereby name you, with the power of our warrior ancestors, Hazelcloud."
And he closed his eyes for the last time.