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Mintfrost:: ThunderClan Medicine Cat « Thread Started on May 31, 2008, 3:25pm »
Name: Mintfrost
Past and Future Names: Mintkit>>Mintpaw>>Mintfrost
Gender: She-cat
Age: 17 moons, young for a medicine cat
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Picture: PICT FROM WARRENPHOTOGRAPHIC I DO NOT CLAIM AS MY OWN
Personality: Mintfrost is a fairly cheery cat, but extremely self conscious of her age. She feels small and out of place as a cat who isn't a great fighter, or hunter and only works efficiently with healing. Her hunting is decent besides the fact she doesn't leave camp often. To her, it seems someone is always sick. She longs for an apprentice, because it's lonely, being the only cat in a den. She loathes rabbits. Mintfrost is a great cat to be around when you're sick. She tries without stopping to cheer you, or get you to exercise. When a fellow ThunderClanner is hurt, she'll work for days without stopping to rest. Eating is an exception.
Description: Mintfrost is a tabby-point Siamese cat, with brown paws. Her tail has a dusted black color. Her eyes are unique, a deep, frosted blue that always seems to gaze longingly. Her paws can give a "sandy" look when they're wet, as well as her nose. Mintfrost's ears have the same thing. The majority of her body is dirty cream. No matter how many times she attempts to bring this coloring out, she never is able to help getting it dirty enough so it's noticeable. Also, her nose is a dark brown color, as are her claws.
History:
1-8 She was extremely small as a kit, and was expected not to survive as Mosskit didn't. Nightstream spent a great deal of time with her then, and it was a will to be a medicine cat like that noble black she-cat that Sagewhistle thought kept her alive. At seven moons, her mother was attacked by the Pride while on a hunting patrol and killed. In a way, Nightstream felt Mintpaw as her own when this happened, Mintpaw treated her like it was true (By the way- Mintpaw was apprenticed to her). Garnet-eye had no mind in this, but supported her.
8-13 Her father was seeking the Pride's camp, and ambushed. No one was with the tom except the enemy when he died. She cursed death berries, the herbs Nightstream had taught her about. Each night when they slept in the medicine cat's den together, they became closer to one another. And then they were ripped apart.
13-17 At 14 moons, Nightstream died of Greencough in leaf-bare. It was as if she knew StarClan was calling, but Mintfrost worked for two days trying to keep her in her dimension. She failed, or rather StarClan stole her away. For three days after, she lay in her den. When she rose, she was as stiff as a tree. Mintfrost often hangs her head because of this.
Roleplay Example: Mintfrost looked intently at Amberkit. She had so much interest in herbs, one could only hope she might want to become her apprentice. The thought was warm, comforting. Mintfrost gently brushed against the kit and licked her affectionately. They were fast friends, but Amberkit had dreams of being a leader, or a proud deputy. She enjoyed battling other kits. It sometimes made the she-cat uneasy, and kept her on her toes. Mintfrost felt she was fighting some invisible force for the young one. It was an ambition, and it struck her it may not work.