Post by Robinfur on Apr 26, 2009 17:14:54 GMT -5
Name: Robinfur
Gender: Tom
Age: 38
Clan: Rainclan
Position Auditioning for: Medicine Cat
Appearence: Red and black tom with piercing orange eyes
Personality: Normally quiet and calm. and nice
Mate: None
Other: None
Robinfur headed through the forest, looking for tansy. His stocks were very low. They'd just had a battle with Moonclan. He hadn't needed tansy, but he had decided to collect some just in case. He crouched down, hearing a mouse. He ran forward and caught it between his paws. Excellent! He thought; he hadn't eaten since sunhigh. He crouched down to eat it when he heard a screech. He looked up, and suddenly the bushes in front of him exploded in fighting cats. Two of his clan and four Moonclan warriors. He lept up and jumped out of the way. His mouse was trampled, but suddenly the Moonclan fighters retreated with screeches of fury. His clanmates looked triumphant, but one of them collapsed from a wound in his shoulder. It was very deep. He brought the injured warrior, Hareflight, back to camp, the other one, Redcall, following, looking worriedly at her clan mate. Robinfur brought Hareflight into his den, and they went into his cave with his herbs. He pulled out the remainder of the marigold-two precious leaves-and the rest of the cobwebs. He quickly stopped the bleeding and chewed up the marigold. He spat it on the wound and then felt Hareflight's head with his muzzle. He was very hot. Robinfur cursed himself as he remembered he was completly out of feverfew besides a couple of dry, rotton leaves. He chewed then in dusgust and gave them to Hareflight. The warrior drifted into an uneasy sleep, and Robinfur soon followed. When he woke up, he went to check on him. He felt his forehead, and let out a sigh of relief. The fever was gone, and the wound had finally stopped bleeding. He felt an odd sense of proudness. What an honor it was to be a medicine cat.
Gender: Tom
Age: 38
Clan: Rainclan
Position Auditioning for: Medicine Cat
Appearence: Red and black tom with piercing orange eyes
Personality: Normally quiet and calm. and nice
Mate: None
Other: None
Robinfur headed through the forest, looking for tansy. His stocks were very low. They'd just had a battle with Moonclan. He hadn't needed tansy, but he had decided to collect some just in case. He crouched down, hearing a mouse. He ran forward and caught it between his paws. Excellent! He thought; he hadn't eaten since sunhigh. He crouched down to eat it when he heard a screech. He looked up, and suddenly the bushes in front of him exploded in fighting cats. Two of his clan and four Moonclan warriors. He lept up and jumped out of the way. His mouse was trampled, but suddenly the Moonclan fighters retreated with screeches of fury. His clanmates looked triumphant, but one of them collapsed from a wound in his shoulder. It was very deep. He brought the injured warrior, Hareflight, back to camp, the other one, Redcall, following, looking worriedly at her clan mate. Robinfur brought Hareflight into his den, and they went into his cave with his herbs. He pulled out the remainder of the marigold-two precious leaves-and the rest of the cobwebs. He quickly stopped the bleeding and chewed up the marigold. He spat it on the wound and then felt Hareflight's head with his muzzle. He was very hot. Robinfur cursed himself as he remembered he was completly out of feverfew besides a couple of dry, rotton leaves. He chewed then in dusgust and gave them to Hareflight. The warrior drifted into an uneasy sleep, and Robinfur soon followed. When he woke up, he went to check on him. He felt his forehead, and let out a sigh of relief. The fever was gone, and the wound had finally stopped bleeding. He felt an odd sense of proudness. What an honor it was to be a medicine cat.
