Post by Jairel on Sept 26, 2008 1:20:10 GMT -5
(Welll... Here goes nothin'!)
ME
Name- Jairel (ja-air-el)
Gender- gal
Age- 15
no other characters :3
SAGEWING
Name:
Sagewing
Prefix is from Sage, as in the plant
Suffix is from Wing, as in the bird
Gender:
Tom
Age:
19 turns of a new moon
Clan:
DreamClan
Rank:
I'm hoping for medicine, but if there's someone better, I'll be happy with apprentice or warrior :3
Description:
A wild rush of tans and whites and black and grays - and there was supposed to be a saying about males only able to be two colours? Sagewing knows better with his rough mixture of swirls, the patterns and circlets, the dangerous torment of colours that reflect upon his moor home. Where the tail and paws and ears darken in colouration (and thin stripes can be seen), his sides and muzzle stand out as crisp white and tans. Yet where his fur resembles the dying leaves of a sage plant, his eyes are the same colour of the blue bird’s blue wings, bright and piercing, light and gazing, but always caring and kind.
On each side, lining the ribs and following the spine, a giant swirl of white flows through, reminding many of a short burst of wind. His lean, short frame suggest that he holds that same kind of speed, as if he can only sprint for short distances before he tires out.
Personality:
A shy and cautious stalker of the night, where the sage bush grows out in the middle of the field among its loneliness, and the gale blows winds fierce to attempt to tip it over. Sagewing will stand firm in his beliefs and understandings, in what he believes is right and wrong, but he is often not to be encouraged to put faith in others for those beliefs. He prefers not to argue, and always approaches a situation with a gentle hand (or paw!). Always caring, and always gentle, even towards the enemy if need be.
Sagewing also enjoys satire, and will exaggerate events and faults to the point where they are foolish. He can tell stories as well as some of the older Elders, and he teaches lessons of the past while he does so. The most famous tellings of his are those of the long ago time when cats were giants and had teeth longer then their current tail length, and of how entire packs of wolves were fought back by lone cougars.
Another habit associated with Sagewing is that he enjoys the evening hours of the night, listening to the decaying notes of the song birds as they go to sleep - especially the nightingale.
Kin:
Mother and Father. Litter of Two.
Lilypads and Nightvale. Brother of Sakeshift.
Mate/Crush:
None
Apprentice:
None - subject to change
History:
Sagewing was born to Lilypads and Nightvale. His mother was named for her gentleness of the sweet-smelling plant, and his father for his silent understanding of the world. Where his mother looked like a Twoleg siamese, his father was a total mush of the wild. Sagewing receives the colouration from his dame, and his build and markings from the sire.
His kithood is filled with memories of the nursery, occasionally taking curious adventures out into the hollow of Dreamclan. When only a couple of suns separated him from being made into an apprentice and gaining a mentor to teach him the Warrior Code, Sagekit (at the time), fell with fever, and spent some time with the medicine cat. While he had heard rumors about some other kit becoming the new apprentice medicine cat, he felt at home among the cozy hollow. The smell of herbs lured him.
Even after his fever had gone, he stayed and helped mush together pastes and sort boneset from eyebright, and mushing juniper berries. While he had looked forward to becoming a warrior, he didn't mind accepting a position that set him apart from the clan. He had never had too much thought on caring for kits anyway.
Once as Sagepaw, he began to explorer the moor that surrounded Dreamclan's home. There were different herbs for their clan, for not many trees or flowering bushes survived in the wind. While most of his training was spent caring for elders, understanding the different concoctions, and being tested on the information he was gaining, Sagepaw soon became Sagewing when the older medicine cat gave him his name. He recalls receiving the quick acceptance from Starclan, and the journey to the Moonpool, but honestly, the clan seems at peace. Sagewing will allow no mistakes under his watch.
Other:
Is his name too complicated? =/
He likes strawberries
He enjoys the sound of the wind
I myself have only finished the first saga of Warriors, and am just starting Moonrise. So shhhh!!!
Picture:
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MY KITTY - SAGE
i can't believe he's gone D:
(Sorry about all these odd and bit notes of mine through out the application. x.x i know that's not professional.)
ME
Name- Jairel (ja-air-el)
Gender- gal
Age- 15
no other characters :3
SAGEWING
Name:
Sagewing
Prefix is from Sage, as in the plant
Suffix is from Wing, as in the bird
Gender:
Tom
Age:
19 turns of a new moon
Clan:
DreamClan
Rank:
I'm hoping for medicine, but if there's someone better, I'll be happy with apprentice or warrior :3
Description:
A wild rush of tans and whites and black and grays - and there was supposed to be a saying about males only able to be two colours? Sagewing knows better with his rough mixture of swirls, the patterns and circlets, the dangerous torment of colours that reflect upon his moor home. Where the tail and paws and ears darken in colouration (and thin stripes can be seen), his sides and muzzle stand out as crisp white and tans. Yet where his fur resembles the dying leaves of a sage plant, his eyes are the same colour of the blue bird’s blue wings, bright and piercing, light and gazing, but always caring and kind.
On each side, lining the ribs and following the spine, a giant swirl of white flows through, reminding many of a short burst of wind. His lean, short frame suggest that he holds that same kind of speed, as if he can only sprint for short distances before he tires out.
Personality:
A shy and cautious stalker of the night, where the sage bush grows out in the middle of the field among its loneliness, and the gale blows winds fierce to attempt to tip it over. Sagewing will stand firm in his beliefs and understandings, in what he believes is right and wrong, but he is often not to be encouraged to put faith in others for those beliefs. He prefers not to argue, and always approaches a situation with a gentle hand (or paw!). Always caring, and always gentle, even towards the enemy if need be.
Sagewing also enjoys satire, and will exaggerate events and faults to the point where they are foolish. He can tell stories as well as some of the older Elders, and he teaches lessons of the past while he does so. The most famous tellings of his are those of the long ago time when cats were giants and had teeth longer then their current tail length, and of how entire packs of wolves were fought back by lone cougars.
Another habit associated with Sagewing is that he enjoys the evening hours of the night, listening to the decaying notes of the song birds as they go to sleep - especially the nightingale.
Kin:
Mother and Father. Litter of Two.
Lilypads and Nightvale. Brother of Sakeshift.
Mate/Crush:
None
Apprentice:
None - subject to change
History:
Sagewing was born to Lilypads and Nightvale. His mother was named for her gentleness of the sweet-smelling plant, and his father for his silent understanding of the world. Where his mother looked like a Twoleg siamese, his father was a total mush of the wild. Sagewing receives the colouration from his dame, and his build and markings from the sire.
His kithood is filled with memories of the nursery, occasionally taking curious adventures out into the hollow of Dreamclan. When only a couple of suns separated him from being made into an apprentice and gaining a mentor to teach him the Warrior Code, Sagekit (at the time), fell with fever, and spent some time with the medicine cat. While he had heard rumors about some other kit becoming the new apprentice medicine cat, he felt at home among the cozy hollow. The smell of herbs lured him.
Even after his fever had gone, he stayed and helped mush together pastes and sort boneset from eyebright, and mushing juniper berries. While he had looked forward to becoming a warrior, he didn't mind accepting a position that set him apart from the clan. He had never had too much thought on caring for kits anyway.
Once as Sagepaw, he began to explorer the moor that surrounded Dreamclan's home. There were different herbs for their clan, for not many trees or flowering bushes survived in the wind. While most of his training was spent caring for elders, understanding the different concoctions, and being tested on the information he was gaining, Sagepaw soon became Sagewing when the older medicine cat gave him his name. He recalls receiving the quick acceptance from Starclan, and the journey to the Moonpool, but honestly, the clan seems at peace. Sagewing will allow no mistakes under his watch.
Other:
Is his name too complicated? =/
He likes strawberries
He enjoys the sound of the wind
I myself have only finished the first saga of Warriors, and am just starting Moonrise. So shhhh!!!
Picture:
---
MY KITTY - SAGE
i can't believe he's gone D:
(Sorry about all these odd and bit notes of mine through out the application. x.x i know that's not professional.)
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