Post by Dragon on Feb 2, 2009 5:46:28 GMT -5
Name: Thymepool
Gender: Tom
Clan: Shadowclan
Age: 84 moons
Rank: Medicine Cats
Physical Description:
Thymetongue is a solid brown tom cat. His darker fur along his back slowly blends into creamier brown on his belly. Also, his lighter color is blended around his eyes and muzzle. Though he is aged, his glossy fur shows no sign of aging.
His frame is lithe and fluid like a river and he has the quick movements of a fish. Even though his body is slim, he has a distinctive round belly. Some think he was born into the wrong clan but every action in the world has a reason. His legs are long, and so is his tail that is at a constant easy flick.
The tom cat's eyes are large and round, and they always seem to be watching. His night vision is impeccable because his pupils are huge and only a rim of amber in his near black eyes.
Personality:
Mostly, the tom cats personality is neutral and calm which he believes transfers into his patients when they are in his care. But his most special trait he has is to have his patients testy personalities melt into mellowness while in his care. Strangely, few cats remember main details about their time in his care, only the basics of what was ailing them and how they felt. All the res is usually a peaceful blur in their mind. Many have heard him murmur soft words, and his patients would go limp and look as peaceful as a kitten sleeping next to their mother.
History:
Thymetongue was a quiet kit, obedient, and didn't ever give his mother much trouble. He had two other siblings, Greynose and Thrushwing. They both still live but they never talk much.
One day he had wandered into the Medicine Cat's den and immediately fallen in love with the serenity of the den and soon became a medicine cat apprentice. He showed a normal connection with starclan, but his skill with words increased, and still is to this day.
IC:
The solid brown tom-cat sat in near silence in the confines of his comfortable den. There was a soft patter as rain splashed on the roof of his dry den. He lifted his near black eyes from sorting the herbs to look over his patients for a moment. Sleeping like kits.
He returned his eyes to his work, but they were lifted by the urge to look into the rainstorm which was laying siege on the already marshy ground of the pine forest. Thymetongue laid on his, and he licked his stomach before settling down to watch the rain fall.
Codeword: Skyclan
Other:
Pic:
Gender: Tom
Clan: Shadowclan
Age: 84 moons
Rank: Medicine Cats
Physical Description:
Thymetongue is a solid brown tom cat. His darker fur along his back slowly blends into creamier brown on his belly. Also, his lighter color is blended around his eyes and muzzle. Though he is aged, his glossy fur shows no sign of aging.
His frame is lithe and fluid like a river and he has the quick movements of a fish. Even though his body is slim, he has a distinctive round belly. Some think he was born into the wrong clan but every action in the world has a reason. His legs are long, and so is his tail that is at a constant easy flick.
The tom cat's eyes are large and round, and they always seem to be watching. His night vision is impeccable because his pupils are huge and only a rim of amber in his near black eyes.
Personality:
Mostly, the tom cats personality is neutral and calm which he believes transfers into his patients when they are in his care. But his most special trait he has is to have his patients testy personalities melt into mellowness while in his care. Strangely, few cats remember main details about their time in his care, only the basics of what was ailing them and how they felt. All the res is usually a peaceful blur in their mind. Many have heard him murmur soft words, and his patients would go limp and look as peaceful as a kitten sleeping next to their mother.
History:
Thymetongue was a quiet kit, obedient, and didn't ever give his mother much trouble. He had two other siblings, Greynose and Thrushwing. They both still live but they never talk much.
One day he had wandered into the Medicine Cat's den and immediately fallen in love with the serenity of the den and soon became a medicine cat apprentice. He showed a normal connection with starclan, but his skill with words increased, and still is to this day.
IC:
The solid brown tom-cat sat in near silence in the confines of his comfortable den. There was a soft patter as rain splashed on the roof of his dry den. He lifted his near black eyes from sorting the herbs to look over his patients for a moment. Sleeping like kits.
He returned his eyes to his work, but they were lifted by the urge to look into the rainstorm which was laying siege on the already marshy ground of the pine forest. Thymetongue laid on his, and he licked his stomach before settling down to watch the rain fall.
Codeword: Skyclan
Other:
Pic:
