Post by |Marzi| on Jan 13, 2007 1:24:45 GMT -5
Name: Ambergale
Age: 31 moons
Gender: Male
Position: Warrior
Clan: DayClan
Pictures:
Appearance: Ambergale is of a stocky size, with a medium length dense fur coat. He has a white underbelly and legs, which extends up to his chin. His tail is dark brown and striped like his back, and top of his head. Ambergale's tail is shorter then most cats, and it is that way naturally.
His left ear is slightly crumpled looking, and smaller than his right. He has fierce amber colored eyes that always seem to hold the fury of a storm. Ambergale's back right leg is slightly bent, and limps every so slightly.
Personality: He is slightly aloof, though he can be overprotective if he has any sort of liking for you. Ambergale is fiercly loyal to his Clan, and any comment agaisnt his Clan in his area of hearing is often met with hostility. He tends to be very playful, when he isn't blankly thinking about absoulutely nothing. Even in a play fight, a cat can get hurt by his sharp claws, which tend never to be sheathed.
No one would believe he ever wishes to harm another cat, unless they are fron another Clan, despite the anger that seems to lurk in his eyes. Ambergale's strange eyes can make him shy, and he tends never to look another cat in the eye, for fear of sparking an unwanted emotion.
His crumpled ear and stiff leg don't seem to bother him, but he tends to avoid the subject if it ever comes up.
History: Ambergale was born crippled, and the medicine cat didn't think he would survive, with three other completely healthy kits around him. Though, another one of his oddities was that he had amber eyes from the beginning, even when they first opened. His mother did all she could to try and have her kit survive, as he move slower and often was not curled agaisnt her side at night for warmth. Once they were allowed to be out of the nursery, he tended to still stay by his mother, as he couldn't jump around as well as his siblings did. And his oddly fierce eyes brought attention, which made him nervous.
The Clan was worried he couldn't train to be a warrior, but his leg didn't hold him back as much as they thought it would. His apprenticeship was still longer then most, but he was made a warrior. In the beginning many cats tried to act like crutches for him, but he would shake them away angrily. He could take care of himself, and fiercly told them off by saying he wasn't a kit. His severly annoyed attitude drove many away from him in the first moons of being a warrior.
He became more open to others once they accepted him as a real warrior, yet through his moons of warrior duties he sometimes mutters about going to the elder's den early.
Other: .......My IC shall explain.
IC: Ambergale streched his mouth wide in a long yawn. Getting up from his nest, he shook off loose moss. Streching out, he was annoyed to find that his leg was being difficult today. Not wanting to be told to go to the medicine cat's den by his waking neighbor's, he limped out of the warrior's den, and let the light soak into his pelt.
"Great morning, isn't it?"
He looked down at Daisypaw. He smiled, he liked the young apprentice, she was so calm and understanding for her young age. "Yes, it is." Ambergale let his eyes wander around camp. Though I wouldn't care if it hailed on me right now. Sunny or raining every day is always the same. "Where is your mentor?"
She shrugged. "I didn't see him this morning."
"Aren't you curious?" He sat down, and sighed as the weight was taken off of his leg. Little mousebrain, letting an apprentice run around without anything to do.
"No." she sat down next to him. Without even looking at him, she flicked her tail and said, "You should go the medicine cat and see what he can do about your leg."
Ambergale laughed. Foxbrained apprentice, worse then a warrior. Getting up, he nudged her with his shoulder before going to take her advice.
Blade, Feline
Age: 31 moons
Gender: Male
Position: Warrior
Clan: DayClan
Pictures:
Appearance: Ambergale is of a stocky size, with a medium length dense fur coat. He has a white underbelly and legs, which extends up to his chin. His tail is dark brown and striped like his back, and top of his head. Ambergale's tail is shorter then most cats, and it is that way naturally.
His left ear is slightly crumpled looking, and smaller than his right. He has fierce amber colored eyes that always seem to hold the fury of a storm. Ambergale's back right leg is slightly bent, and limps every so slightly.
Personality: He is slightly aloof, though he can be overprotective if he has any sort of liking for you. Ambergale is fiercly loyal to his Clan, and any comment agaisnt his Clan in his area of hearing is often met with hostility. He tends to be very playful, when he isn't blankly thinking about absoulutely nothing. Even in a play fight, a cat can get hurt by his sharp claws, which tend never to be sheathed.
No one would believe he ever wishes to harm another cat, unless they are fron another Clan, despite the anger that seems to lurk in his eyes. Ambergale's strange eyes can make him shy, and he tends never to look another cat in the eye, for fear of sparking an unwanted emotion.
His crumpled ear and stiff leg don't seem to bother him, but he tends to avoid the subject if it ever comes up.
History: Ambergale was born crippled, and the medicine cat didn't think he would survive, with three other completely healthy kits around him. Though, another one of his oddities was that he had amber eyes from the beginning, even when they first opened. His mother did all she could to try and have her kit survive, as he move slower and often was not curled agaisnt her side at night for warmth. Once they were allowed to be out of the nursery, he tended to still stay by his mother, as he couldn't jump around as well as his siblings did. And his oddly fierce eyes brought attention, which made him nervous.
The Clan was worried he couldn't train to be a warrior, but his leg didn't hold him back as much as they thought it would. His apprenticeship was still longer then most, but he was made a warrior. In the beginning many cats tried to act like crutches for him, but he would shake them away angrily. He could take care of himself, and fiercly told them off by saying he wasn't a kit. His severly annoyed attitude drove many away from him in the first moons of being a warrior.
He became more open to others once they accepted him as a real warrior, yet through his moons of warrior duties he sometimes mutters about going to the elder's den early.
Other: .......My IC shall explain.
IC: Ambergale streched his mouth wide in a long yawn. Getting up from his nest, he shook off loose moss. Streching out, he was annoyed to find that his leg was being difficult today. Not wanting to be told to go to the medicine cat's den by his waking neighbor's, he limped out of the warrior's den, and let the light soak into his pelt.
"Great morning, isn't it?"
He looked down at Daisypaw. He smiled, he liked the young apprentice, she was so calm and understanding for her young age. "Yes, it is." Ambergale let his eyes wander around camp. Though I wouldn't care if it hailed on me right now. Sunny or raining every day is always the same. "Where is your mentor?"
She shrugged. "I didn't see him this morning."
"Aren't you curious?" He sat down, and sighed as the weight was taken off of his leg. Little mousebrain, letting an apprentice run around without anything to do.
"No." she sat down next to him. Without even looking at him, she flicked her tail and said, "You should go the medicine cat and see what he can do about your leg."
Ambergale laughed. Foxbrained apprentice, worse then a warrior. Getting up, he nudged her with his shoulder before going to take her advice.
Blade, Feline
