Post by Gentle on Dec 28, 2010 22:50:37 GMT -5
Gentlecall
A sleek orange and white she-cat with green eyes.
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Age: 30 moons (roughly 2 1/2 years)
Gender: Female
Rank: Medicine Cat
Clan: ReedClan
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Appearance: An orange cat, with incredible green eyes. When Gentlecall looks at you you sometimes feel as if she is looking into your soul. The white in her fur is splatched in random places, and she is rather a sight to see. She doesn't consider herself as beautiful, and that's fine with her. She is rarely ever self-concsious of herself- she's too busy worrying about what other cats are doing, but this can sometimes end up in the worse for her.
Gentlecall is a sleek cat without a doubt. She has a wiry figure and a graceful step, and she can swim as well as the next ReedClan cat. She has no scars or birthmarks on her body, which tends keep her in the crowd, which is exactly what she wants. Compared to other she-cats she is on the smaller side, but not by much.
Gentlecall's paws are graceful- she rarely ever falls. They also quick to react when a cat is hurt, and tend to have a pattern of motion.
Personality: Gentlecall is one of the kidner she-cats on the block. She's never said a hateful word (to anyone' face, anyway) and she is very soft-spoken when she is speaking to her superiors. Some may think that they can take advantage of her, and that may be so, but she is not a fool. She's not afraid to speak her mind only when she believes the time is appropriate.
With any of her patients, she's an angel. She treats them with consideration and care. When speaking to her friends she treats them as equals. When she's put under pressure, however, she can tend to stutter.
As far as the new laws go... well, she doesn't agree with them. At all. But her self-doubt and fear tends to push her will to speak her mind back a bit. She desperately wants to change them, for she can see how they effect other cats, but she is too afraid to say something. She feels that she was blessed with the position as medicine cat, however, in order to make a difference, so she hopes that she will change something, and soon.
Gentlecall tries not to flip out, as she doesn't want to worry other cats in the clan, especially her patients. She feels for many around her, and is quick to shed a tear when something goes wrong. Though she does have that sensitive side, she will die to protect a weakling or a kit.
History: Gentlecall, as most of the clan cats, grew up in the clans. Of course it was illegal otherwise, but in the beginning, she didn't know that.
After her father, whom she rarely ever saw, died in a battle, her mother was rather desperate. Her mother fell in love with a nearby loner and was seeking him constantly. She was soon pregnant with another child- a tom, by the name of Eaglekit. But the clan could not know, for it was against the law.
Eaglekit was never brought into the clans, of course, because that would be a dead give away. Rather, he was kept in the trunk of a hallow tree near the stream. That was where Gentlecall's, Gentlepaw at the time, mother often visited whenever she could sneak out. Gentlepaw was engrossed in her medicine cat studies, though, and barely noticed the change in her mother when she began sneaking away. Well, until one night when Gentlepaw's mother was too careless. Gentlepaw easily followed her out to the hidden tree.
Though she was frightened at first, Gentlepaw began to grow attatched to the little Eaglekit. She would help smuggle him food and would take care of his wounds when he needed them. But Eaglekit was young and foolish, and he ruined everything.
Gentlepaw thought everything was going as planned. Until her half-brother foolishly followed her mother back to camp one day. Now it was out. The kit and its mother were quickly executed. Even though Gentlepaw was found guilty (though she pleeded innocent) she was not killed, for they needed a medicine cat next in line. So she was forced to watch as the leader delivered the death blows to her mother and brother. And nothing's been said of the ordeal ever since, though the nightmares haunt the she-cat constantly.
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Roleplay Sample:
THEY SAY that the world is not perfect, They say that the creatures in the world are not perfect. And when something goes wrong, they shrug it off and say "that's life", hence implying that life is not perfect either.[/size]
The cats in the new clans knew this rather well. The shrugs and heart breaks of every passing day were not carried with shock, but expectance. The world was supposed to be cruel, life was supposed to be a constant battle that you had to win. Because if you slipped, if you made one wrong move or goofed only a little, you'd find yourself scarred and screaming before you could blink your tear-stained eyes. So you'd better be ready to suck it up and get a move on.
At least, that's how many cats viewed it. They say it as a never ending prison. But for the orange and white she-cat sitting outside of her den one early morning, the opinion was different.
Gentlecall did not think like most other cats. you see. She believed in rights and dignity, and she knew her place. But she also thought that the world was not an inescapeable prison, as many made it out to be. She knew that at some time things were different. That at some time cats mated for love and loners were not exiled, but greeted warmly with opened arms. She knew that somewhere, at some time, it had been different.
But that was another world now. Nothing more than a kit's nursery tale. And as Gentlecall healed up the scars of her friends and family, as she listened to the cries of pain and death, she knew that somehow, at some time, things would go right again. And she would be there to help.
The she-cat gazed up at the few remaining stars, which were quickly fading into vats of sky-blue. Did their ancestors know this was wrong? If so, why weren't they trying to help them? She was the closest to StarClan in ReedClan. Couldn't they give her some sort of sign? Anything showing her what to do? So far, they seemed very unresponsive. All she could do was sit around and wait.
Because, without their help, the cats on the ground were doomed. It wasn't too hard to see. In fact, you'd have to be blind not to see it. Or deaf not to hear the painful cries of the bleeding warriors. Because it wasn't the leaders who were paying for this injustice. It was the cats, the warriors. And all Gentlecall could do was heal them the best she could.
Well, the best she could. Which recently was not much. But she'd do something. As much as life allowed her to, anyway.
How did you find this site?: I affie-hopped from some other site (I'm not really sure which one...)
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