-- Flyingfeather, She-Cat Warrior] StarClan Alone~

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Name: Flyingfeather
Family: Oakbranch [Father], Ebonylight [Mother], Mistpaw [Sister]
Rank: Medicine Cat
Clan: ShadowClan
Gender: She-Cat
Age: Twenty-seven moons
Eye Color: Gold
Fur Color: Tortoiseshell
Other Appearances:

Flyingfeather has smooth, golden eyes that match well with her pelt. They gleam beautifully both in light and darkness, and flash like lightning with the expression of any passionate emotion.

Her short-haired pelt is splashed with varying shades of black, brown, orange, and white. All four limbs have a faint tabby pattern, and all four paws are white as snow. Her chest and belly are also white. Ever since she was a kit Flyingfeather's pelt has been especially thick and smooth, and she takes special care in grooming it to a shine.

This charming she-cat is of average height with a well proportioned body. Her paws are nimble and quick, perfect for hunting in the dark territories of ShadowClan. Only two particularly distinguishing marks are borne by Flyingfeather. The first is in the center of her forehead where her fur grows in a swirl. As for the second, it is a harsh scar striking through the white fur on her chest. Many consider it to be the one thing that mars her appearance.

Personality:

Flyingfeather has a clearly evident stern and determined nature. Her trust in StarClan is unshakable. So much so that were it not for her close relationship with her father she would not be as loyal a clan member as she is. She takes her job as medicine cat very seriously which is why she has yet to choose an apprentice.

More than anything else Flyingfeather wishes she knew what happened to her sister so many moons ago. This, however, is something she prefers to keep to herself. Only her friends, of which there are few, know the true character of their medicine cat. They can see the understanding, fun-loving cat she really is.

History:

--Kit--
Flyingkit was born a pure ShadowClan cat. She had only one sibling, a small sister named Mistkit. After only a few moons their mother, Ebonylight, returned to the warriors den, finding the task of raising kits tedious. Having more affection for her father Oakbranch than her mother, Flyingkit couldn't care less. However, Mistkit became rather lost and frightened and would have been to content to spend the rest of her life in the nursery.

--Apprentice--
Flyingpaw got placed with a kind, older she-cat for her mentor. But that path was not for her. Shortly after her apprenticeship a short but bloody battle ensued between ShadowClan and ThunderClan in which she received a wound to her chest. Perhaps she would have been able to return to the life of a warrior after it healed, but the elderly medicine cat had a feeling that she was the right cat to succeed to that position. Although Flyingpaw had a strong desire to become a warrior, she also trusted in StarClan, so agreed. The fact that her sister Mistpaw had vanished in that same battle which she had been wounded in had tarnished her view of fighting, anyway.

--Medicine Cat--
Recently, the old medicine cat retired to the elders den, leaving the position open for Flyingfeather who took it up with pride. While she does enjoy the place she holds in the clan, she also enjoys sneaking off to practice battle moves every once in a while as well.

RP Example:

[This is done with a wolf character of mine. Sorry it's from the middle of a thread, I like this post =P]

The femme tried to hide her giggle but the sound did not escape Drayan. On instinct he tensed, a mark of how his years alone had made him quick to take offense. Luckily, his mind caught up to his actions before he did something reckless. For a second he closed his eyes. Relax Drayan, you’d probably laugh at yourself too if you were her. With a sigh of exasperation he forced his muscles to loosen. He was beginning to act out of sheer determination because he felt he had to convince himself that he could do as he pleased.

Oddly enough, Drayan was startled by the voice answering his question. He gave little reaction to it though other than turning his head a bit swiftly in her direction. So, he had a name for her now. "Yue Ookami, the moon wolf," he murmured, liking the mystical nature of the name. Although the words were meant for none other than himself they could be heard without trouble. From the prey that still lay in front of him he snatched one more larger bite. There, his hunger was satisfied now. He sighed contentedly and stretched out on his side. It had taken a while, but some amount of courage had built up in him.

Drayan had just lifted his head and cast his emerald eyes in Yue's direction, wondering if he should say something, when she flipped back onto her stomach. He shut his eyes and flinched away, convinced she would hit him, and was surprised when the next thing he observed was her speaking. His eyes opened again, gazing in the direction of the old human town. "Drayan," he said after a moment, "I'm called Drayan."

As Drayan lay there, his eyes strayed to the sky above. Dark gray clouds were moving in. He thought that perhaps a place of shelter should be found, but said nothing. Suddenly, a question popped to mind and before he knew it he had asked, "Who are the other wolves that live here?" It had been a long time since he had found a place where the scents of so many different wolves mingled and he thought that perhaps here it was more than the small, unorganized groups of rogues that roamed.

Cats you RP: 1
Names of cats: Flyingfeather
Other:

She (or, more accurately, I) desire for her to be medicine cat =]
Her family members are open to be made, by the way.

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A c c e p t e d ! ! -lockymove-