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Post by Fireh on Jul 23, 2007 9:13:25 GMT -5
Tempestclan Medicine Cat and Medicine Cat apprentice auditions. Best roleplayer wins. Use the normal Biography form.
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Post by {Aurora} on Jul 26, 2007 8:54:28 GMT -5
Name: Blackfrost
Clan: Tempest
Age: 41 moons
Gender: Female
Rank: Medicine Cat
Description: She is white with blotches of black, having dark-ochre eyes. She has scars over both eyes. She sits at full height, never slouching, and this brings a very ominous presense that can be felt whenever she speaks or is seen. Her eyes are usually half-closed, further darkening them, unless she is angry or surprised. She is pensive-looking (kinda day-dreamy, but without the spacey look). Her tail is never up in the air, mostly an inch off the ground, and she rarely betrays any emotion after losing her master except to kits(and possibly, a mate?).
Personality: Blackfrost is very quiet, in a deathly, ominous sort of way--like a thundercloud or a mysterious shadow. She is very philosophical and doesn't mind sharing advice/proverbs/stories. She enjoys nature and can often be seen walking aimlessly. She can be compared to a Buddhist monk in personality. She is a kind heart and will take in all sorts of things ranging from badger babies to rogue cats if they need her help.
History: Blackfrost was left in a Twoleg monastery in the mountains when she was a kit and raised there for 2 cycles. Her eldery monk owner always took her with him wherever he went in the mountains and she learned nature, healing, food-gathering, and things of that sort from him. One day, her monk went down to the village in the valley, only to collapse in the marketplace. The villagers chased her away when she stayed with him, helplessly trying to see what was wrong. She ran off and lived in a Twoleg barn, running away after 6 moons. She survived the mountains, only to end up in TempestClan.
IC: The darkness of the sky was oppressive even though the lights of the stars tried to shine. A gentle breeze ran through the trees, slowly beginning to rock them as if they were dancing. The cat just rested herself inside of her den, her white pelt with white blotches stripes melting with the shadows. The breaths coming from her mouth were slow and quiet. The room was filled with shadows as it blended the feline in its thin layers. The loud roars of the waterfall could be heard far off.
Blackfrost could see the reflection of her vermillion eyes in the puddles left from yesterday's rain. She said nothing. Now only the sounds of her own breathing began to fill the room. Flashes of images raced in her head. These visions had haunted the cat's mind ever since Jonathan's death. Then a small faint sound could be heard from outside.
The hold of her dreams did not diminish and bring her into the world of reality. By almost leaping forwards she nearly tackled the monk as she sprung to her feet. "Blackie," the elderly man smiled. The white and grey robes on him kept him from camouflaging him completely. While keeping her tongue on the monk's hand, Blackfrost looked around. Her hair ruffled in the wind and her tail curled around her and the monk's frames. She remembered than she was no longer Blackie, and was now Blackfrost.
She awoke, tears matting her pelt.
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Post by Fireh on Aug 1, 2007 10:00:10 GMT -5
You win!
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Post by {Aurora} on Aug 1, 2007 10:01:25 GMT -5
Roflmao *does a dance*
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Post by Fireh on Sept 18, 2007 17:45:37 GMT -5
How many accounts have you made?
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