Post by Ritz on Jul 30, 2007 12:04:58 GMT -5
Name:
Briskwind
Age:
20 moons
Gender:
Tom
Position:
Medicine Cat
Clan:
Dayclan
Appearance:
As the result of a trip down a Rapid river with lots of sharp pointy rocks along the bottom, Briskwind's appearance isn't very pretty. With a missing ear, a bad eye, half a tail, a severely deformed left front leg, and many scars decorating his sparse silvery fur, Briskwind is more the object of a kits nightmare then a regular cat. His leg was broken during his trip down the river, and healed at an odd angle, making his run an awkward limp, and long distances hard.
The entire left side of his face appears to be missing, a large patch of pinkish skin taking it's place with a few feeble patches of fur and one almost white eye. The ear on this side of his face is missing, and his eye is almost completely blind due to a scarred retina.
Once you look at Briskwind, and I mean really look at him instead of glancing at him and turning away, he appears to be the kind of cat that was once very handsome. With his silver-gray fur, dark green eye (eyes at the time) and sleekly muscled body, he could've been very handsome indeed.
Personality:
Briskwind is surprisingly kind-hearted for someone who's experienced all that he has. You'd suspect Briskwind to be angry and bitter at the world, but he's really not the type to be angry at anyone. Briskwind can't exactly remember what happened to him, but knows he can't change it. So why bother brooding over it?
It doesn't bother Briskwind so much when other cats look at him like he's something ugly, but it irks him when others think his injuries get in the way of his duties. Briskwind's greatest love is healing others, and nothing, not his wounds or other cats opinions, can stop him from doing his job.
History:
A light brown she-cat walked slowly down to the banks of the stream. Brightriver knew she shouldn't be here, but this was the only place she could find the herbs she needed to help Hailstone's paw heal. Hailstone had been bitten by a rat, and she needed burdock to help it heal.
She wasn't in the clans territory and more, but it was still dangerous for a small she-cat like Brightriver to be wandering around alone out here. She sniffed the air, trying to recall the exact place where the plant grew. The scent that greeted her was one she wasn't prepared for. Blood. There was something losing blood nearby, and, judging by the smell, it was losing lots of blood.
Deciding that Hailstone's paw wasn't going to kill him anytime soon, Brightriver sniffed the air again and padded off toward the scent. When it came into sight, Brightriver wasn't exactly sure what kind of animal the bleeding thing was. It took a second, but Brightriver finally recognized the creature on the bank as a cat. A very young and very unfortunate cat. The small cats fur was matted with blood, silt, and various other debris from the river to the point that the cats original fur color was indistinguishable. The cat was missing an ear from what Brightriver could see, and looked to be missing part of it's tail. Brightriver winced in sympathy at the many serious wound, most serious looking to be it's left leg, with was swollen and laid at an odd angle from it's body.
Brightriver walked over to stand over the young cat, pressing her nose into it's fur and just barely feeling a weak heartbeat. As a medicine cat, she couldn't just walk away and let the cat die, as it undoubtedly would if she left it here. Deciding that she would try her hardest to save the young cats life, Brightriver went off to find the herbs she would need, along with a large leaf to carry it back to camp on. Camp wasn't so far away anyway.
Returning as soon as she could with a large tom named Drakefeather, both of them holding as much herbs as they could carry. The young cat had it's eyes open and watched them work for a little bit before passing out again.
Brightriver discovered that the young cat was a tom, and apparently had something wrong with his left eye, which was a milky white color as opposed to the right one, which was greenish.
Once Brightriver and Drakefeather had patched up the young tom, they managed to gently place him on a large banana leaf and proceeded to drag/carry him to the camp.
After they got him back to camp and settled the young cat into a nest near Brightrivers den, the leader took a look at him. There was no way the small, severely damaged tom would be able to become a warrior, although turning him away simply wasn't an option. Agreeing that he would be Brightrivers responsibility as long as she could take care of the rest of the clan, the young tom joined Dayclan.
Since they thought he already had a name and would tell them once he was recovered enough to talk without hurting himself, they decided not to call him anything until that point. Brightriver discovered that the reason for the strange color of his left eye was due to a scared retina, causing him to be almost completely blind in said eye.
About a week later, when he started talking, they realized that the tom couldn't remember anything before Brightriver and Drakefeather came to help him. In the time that Brightriver spent healing him, the two had become very close. Speaking to the leader again on what they would call him, they named the young tom Briskwind, as he wouldn't get a chance to be an apprentice.
Briskwind's name had been chosen mostly because of his brisk manner of dealing with problems, and he was joyed once he had a real name.
As Briskwind grew up in the nest beside Brightrivers den, making friends with the other clan members and watching the other apprentices grow up into warriors, Briskwind got lonely. Knowing that he'd never be warrior himself made him feel lousy.
Brightriver watched him mope for a while; the young tomcat who might have been handsome before, but now was deformed and seemingly doomed to be a nothing in his clan. She felt like she could have done something for him.
Finally, after yet another chat wit the leader, Brightriver took Briskwind as an apprentice. As a warrior, Briskwind would have been virtually worthless; what with his blind eye and deformed leg making his fighting and hunting skills nonexistent. But as a medicine cat, one good eye and a working nose were enough for him to make him a good medicine cat. Traveling long distances might be hard, but he could manage it.
A thrilled Briskwind was a quick learner, and, at 15 Moons old, became a Dayclan medicine cat.
Brightriver, who was fairly old when she found Briskwind, had been gradually losing her hearing while teaching Briskwind to be a medicine cat, and retired to the elders den shortly after Briskwinds training was complete.
He was a little overwhelmed at first, being alone in his duties from now on, but soon realized he could go back and speak to Brightriver whenever he felt he needed or wanted to. With the aid of many one-eared and half-tailed motions.
Other:
I Promise myself and everyone else that I will not insult the intelligence of anyone who hasn't figured out who Briskwind is
IC:
It was a dream, Briskwind knew that much. The same dream he'd had ever since Brightriver had saved him from the riverside, and also the same dream he never remembered. He was in unfamiliar territory, a clearing of some kind. There was the scent of unfamiliar cats everywhere. Where was he? A shadow moved at the edge of his vision and Briskwind swiveled to face it. A silhouette of a cat faced him, just sat there and watched him. Briskwind could barely make out the cats eyes as the stared at him through the darkness of the clearing.
Briskwind didn't recognize the cat. He knew all the cats of his clan, and this cat wasn't any of them. "Who are you?" Briskwind finally called to the unfamiliar cat. The cat didn't answer. Before he could call again, a powerful wind blew from the strange cat to Briskwind. Strange but somehow familiar scents bombarded him.
He woke that night, the memory of the dream already fading. By morning, he had forgotten all about the strange cat and the unfamiliar clearing. Just as he had every time he had the dream.
{Blade and Feline}
Briskwind
Age:
20 moons
Gender:
Tom
Position:
Medicine Cat
Clan:
Dayclan
Appearance:
As the result of a trip down a Rapid river with lots of sharp pointy rocks along the bottom, Briskwind's appearance isn't very pretty. With a missing ear, a bad eye, half a tail, a severely deformed left front leg, and many scars decorating his sparse silvery fur, Briskwind is more the object of a kits nightmare then a regular cat. His leg was broken during his trip down the river, and healed at an odd angle, making his run an awkward limp, and long distances hard.
The entire left side of his face appears to be missing, a large patch of pinkish skin taking it's place with a few feeble patches of fur and one almost white eye. The ear on this side of his face is missing, and his eye is almost completely blind due to a scarred retina.
Once you look at Briskwind, and I mean really look at him instead of glancing at him and turning away, he appears to be the kind of cat that was once very handsome. With his silver-gray fur, dark green eye (eyes at the time) and sleekly muscled body, he could've been very handsome indeed.
Personality:
Briskwind is surprisingly kind-hearted for someone who's experienced all that he has. You'd suspect Briskwind to be angry and bitter at the world, but he's really not the type to be angry at anyone. Briskwind can't exactly remember what happened to him, but knows he can't change it. So why bother brooding over it?
It doesn't bother Briskwind so much when other cats look at him like he's something ugly, but it irks him when others think his injuries get in the way of his duties. Briskwind's greatest love is healing others, and nothing, not his wounds or other cats opinions, can stop him from doing his job.
History:
A light brown she-cat walked slowly down to the banks of the stream. Brightriver knew she shouldn't be here, but this was the only place she could find the herbs she needed to help Hailstone's paw heal. Hailstone had been bitten by a rat, and she needed burdock to help it heal.
She wasn't in the clans territory and more, but it was still dangerous for a small she-cat like Brightriver to be wandering around alone out here. She sniffed the air, trying to recall the exact place where the plant grew. The scent that greeted her was one she wasn't prepared for. Blood. There was something losing blood nearby, and, judging by the smell, it was losing lots of blood.
Deciding that Hailstone's paw wasn't going to kill him anytime soon, Brightriver sniffed the air again and padded off toward the scent. When it came into sight, Brightriver wasn't exactly sure what kind of animal the bleeding thing was. It took a second, but Brightriver finally recognized the creature on the bank as a cat. A very young and very unfortunate cat. The small cats fur was matted with blood, silt, and various other debris from the river to the point that the cats original fur color was indistinguishable. The cat was missing an ear from what Brightriver could see, and looked to be missing part of it's tail. Brightriver winced in sympathy at the many serious wound, most serious looking to be it's left leg, with was swollen and laid at an odd angle from it's body.
Brightriver walked over to stand over the young cat, pressing her nose into it's fur and just barely feeling a weak heartbeat. As a medicine cat, she couldn't just walk away and let the cat die, as it undoubtedly would if she left it here. Deciding that she would try her hardest to save the young cats life, Brightriver went off to find the herbs she would need, along with a large leaf to carry it back to camp on. Camp wasn't so far away anyway.
Returning as soon as she could with a large tom named Drakefeather, both of them holding as much herbs as they could carry. The young cat had it's eyes open and watched them work for a little bit before passing out again.
Brightriver discovered that the young cat was a tom, and apparently had something wrong with his left eye, which was a milky white color as opposed to the right one, which was greenish.
Once Brightriver and Drakefeather had patched up the young tom, they managed to gently place him on a large banana leaf and proceeded to drag/carry him to the camp.
After they got him back to camp and settled the young cat into a nest near Brightrivers den, the leader took a look at him. There was no way the small, severely damaged tom would be able to become a warrior, although turning him away simply wasn't an option. Agreeing that he would be Brightrivers responsibility as long as she could take care of the rest of the clan, the young tom joined Dayclan.
Since they thought he already had a name and would tell them once he was recovered enough to talk without hurting himself, they decided not to call him anything until that point. Brightriver discovered that the reason for the strange color of his left eye was due to a scared retina, causing him to be almost completely blind in said eye.
About a week later, when he started talking, they realized that the tom couldn't remember anything before Brightriver and Drakefeather came to help him. In the time that Brightriver spent healing him, the two had become very close. Speaking to the leader again on what they would call him, they named the young tom Briskwind, as he wouldn't get a chance to be an apprentice.
Briskwind's name had been chosen mostly because of his brisk manner of dealing with problems, and he was joyed once he had a real name.
As Briskwind grew up in the nest beside Brightrivers den, making friends with the other clan members and watching the other apprentices grow up into warriors, Briskwind got lonely. Knowing that he'd never be warrior himself made him feel lousy.
Brightriver watched him mope for a while; the young tomcat who might have been handsome before, but now was deformed and seemingly doomed to be a nothing in his clan. She felt like she could have done something for him.
Finally, after yet another chat wit the leader, Brightriver took Briskwind as an apprentice. As a warrior, Briskwind would have been virtually worthless; what with his blind eye and deformed leg making his fighting and hunting skills nonexistent. But as a medicine cat, one good eye and a working nose were enough for him to make him a good medicine cat. Traveling long distances might be hard, but he could manage it.
A thrilled Briskwind was a quick learner, and, at 15 Moons old, became a Dayclan medicine cat.
Brightriver, who was fairly old when she found Briskwind, had been gradually losing her hearing while teaching Briskwind to be a medicine cat, and retired to the elders den shortly after Briskwinds training was complete.
He was a little overwhelmed at first, being alone in his duties from now on, but soon realized he could go back and speak to Brightriver whenever he felt he needed or wanted to. With the aid of many one-eared and half-tailed motions.
Other:
I Promise myself and everyone else that I will not insult the intelligence of anyone who hasn't figured out who Briskwind is
IC:
It was a dream, Briskwind knew that much. The same dream he'd had ever since Brightriver had saved him from the riverside, and also the same dream he never remembered. He was in unfamiliar territory, a clearing of some kind. There was the scent of unfamiliar cats everywhere. Where was he? A shadow moved at the edge of his vision and Briskwind swiveled to face it. A silhouette of a cat faced him, just sat there and watched him. Briskwind could barely make out the cats eyes as the stared at him through the darkness of the clearing.
Briskwind didn't recognize the cat. He knew all the cats of his clan, and this cat wasn't any of them. "Who are you?" Briskwind finally called to the unfamiliar cat. The cat didn't answer. Before he could call again, a powerful wind blew from the strange cat to Briskwind. Strange but somehow familiar scents bombarded him.
He woke that night, the memory of the dream already fading. By morning, he had forgotten all about the strange cat and the unfamiliar clearing. Just as he had every time he had the dream.
{Blade and Feline}
