Post by Owlberry on Jun 14, 2013 2:39:15 GMT
Owlberry
30 - Male - Asexual
Shadowclan - Medicine Cat
Syl
30 - Male - Asexual
Shadowclan - Medicine Cat
Syl
Behind the Name
{Owl} For his brown pelt
{Berry} For his knowledge of herbs
{Berry} For his knowledge of herbs
Personality
{Patient}, {Kind}, {Caring}, {Stubborn},
Appearance
Owlberry is a shorthaired, multi-toned brown tom with amber eyes. He has a medium build, not for strength or agility, just somewhere in the middle.
History
Owlberry had always been fascinated with herbs and healing. While his siblings play-fought and pretended to hunt, he would always sneak away into the medicine cats den and watch. He then decided that he wanted to become Willowsky's apprentice when he reached six moons. And sure enough she accepted to be his mentor.
His training was standard. He learned the herbs and how to use them, and eventually Willowsky thought he was trained enough to receive his medicinecat name.
But, soon after he became a full fledged medicine cat, a border patrol got into a fight with another border patrol, one of his clanmates came back injured and bleeding profusely. He had to treat them alone because, Willowsky was out collecting herbs, and despite his best efforts he could not save his clanmate. The incident motivated him to become an even better medicine cat than he already was so he would never have to lose a clanmate because he couldn't save them again.
His training was standard. He learned the herbs and how to use them, and eventually Willowsky thought he was trained enough to receive his medicinecat name.
But, soon after he became a full fledged medicine cat, a border patrol got into a fight with another border patrol, one of his clanmates came back injured and bleeding profusely. He had to treat them alone because, Willowsky was out collecting herbs, and despite his best efforts he could not save his clanmate. The incident motivated him to become an even better medicine cat than he already was so he would never have to lose a clanmate because he couldn't save them again.
Family
Mother: Dawnwhisker
Father: Oakclaw
Siblings: Ashflower, Rowanmist, Tallcrow
Mentor: Willowsky
Father: Oakclaw
Siblings: Ashflower, Rowanmist, Tallcrow
Mentor: Willowsky
Role Play Sample
((OOC: I'll improvise with cats who don't exist. Because of reasons))
Owlberry picked the comfrey out of the pile of herbs he had collected earlier and put it into their spot in the den. It had been quiet recently, it seemed the clans were at relative peace with one another. The only injuries he's had to treat lately were mild scratches, the occasional belly ache and maybe some elders with aching joints. It was a little boring, but it was the good kind. It meant that he didn't have worry over his clanmates in the front of his mind.
He went to put more herbs away before he heard a yowl followed by his name coming from the clearing. He turned on his paws and bolted out of his den almost running into Bluestripe who looked distraught.
"What's happening" He asked, feeling panic causing a heavy feeling in his stomach. He knew everything was going to well, something bad was just bound to happen. And now it looks like it did.
"Our hunting patrol was attacked by some rogues" the other cat panted, "They managed to chase them off but Ravenpaw was scratched up really bad and we're not sure if we can move her and-"
"Help me grab some things and then take me to her" Owlberry ran back into the medicine cat den and grabbed a few things he knew he would need, and told Bluestripe to pick up a few things and then they took off out of the camp, running as fast as their paws could take them. Owlberry could tell they were getting close when he could hear the sound of pained mews.
A group of cats slowly came into view and they came to a halt next to them. Owlberry looked down at the apprentice who was lying on the ground. There already was a bundle of cobwebs over the wound, though, they were already red from soaking up the blood.
"Take those off, and put some new ones on" He said to Sorrelmist, "then hold them to the wound, the pressure helps," he picked up a dandelion from the pile of herbs he had brought and set it down in front of Ravenpaw, "Do you think you could chew this? It will help with the pain" the younger cat nodded and he nudged it towards her with a paw, helping her take it into her mouth.
"What else can we do?" Bluepelt asked, worried.
"There isn't much else, not right now" Owlberry admitted, hanging his head.
"What you mean! You're a medicine cat you're supposed to heal people!" Crowleg, Ravenpaw's mentor yowled, angry. Owlberry turned to look at the tom. Beyond the anger he could see desperation and worry in the other cat's eyes. Owlberry took a deep breath.
"I know you are worried. But herbs can only do so much, it's up to Starclan what happens to Ravenpaw. And we need to stop the bleeding before we can do anything else to help her wounds" Owlberry stepped closer to the tom, "I understand your anger, but we need to keep calm here, Crowleg. Fighting with one another will do nothing to help Ravenpaw heal," the medicine cat saw the anger leave the warrior as he deflated, hanging his head.
"I'm sorry, Owlberry" he said in a hushed whisper.
"All is forgiven, Crowleg" Owlberry nuzzled against Crowleg's neck and licked his ear before stepping back, hearing Sorrelmist call for is attention.
"Hey, Owlberry, I think the bleeding stopped!"
Owlberry picked the comfrey out of the pile of herbs he had collected earlier and put it into their spot in the den. It had been quiet recently, it seemed the clans were at relative peace with one another. The only injuries he's had to treat lately were mild scratches, the occasional belly ache and maybe some elders with aching joints. It was a little boring, but it was the good kind. It meant that he didn't have worry over his clanmates in the front of his mind.
He went to put more herbs away before he heard a yowl followed by his name coming from the clearing. He turned on his paws and bolted out of his den almost running into Bluestripe who looked distraught.
"What's happening" He asked, feeling panic causing a heavy feeling in his stomach. He knew everything was going to well, something bad was just bound to happen. And now it looks like it did.
"Our hunting patrol was attacked by some rogues" the other cat panted, "They managed to chase them off but Ravenpaw was scratched up really bad and we're not sure if we can move her and-"
"Help me grab some things and then take me to her" Owlberry ran back into the medicine cat den and grabbed a few things he knew he would need, and told Bluestripe to pick up a few things and then they took off out of the camp, running as fast as their paws could take them. Owlberry could tell they were getting close when he could hear the sound of pained mews.
A group of cats slowly came into view and they came to a halt next to them. Owlberry looked down at the apprentice who was lying on the ground. There already was a bundle of cobwebs over the wound, though, they were already red from soaking up the blood.
"Take those off, and put some new ones on" He said to Sorrelmist, "then hold them to the wound, the pressure helps," he picked up a dandelion from the pile of herbs he had brought and set it down in front of Ravenpaw, "Do you think you could chew this? It will help with the pain" the younger cat nodded and he nudged it towards her with a paw, helping her take it into her mouth.
"What else can we do?" Bluepelt asked, worried.
"There isn't much else, not right now" Owlberry admitted, hanging his head.
"What you mean! You're a medicine cat you're supposed to heal people!" Crowleg, Ravenpaw's mentor yowled, angry. Owlberry turned to look at the tom. Beyond the anger he could see desperation and worry in the other cat's eyes. Owlberry took a deep breath.
"I know you are worried. But herbs can only do so much, it's up to Starclan what happens to Ravenpaw. And we need to stop the bleeding before we can do anything else to help her wounds" Owlberry stepped closer to the tom, "I understand your anger, but we need to keep calm here, Crowleg. Fighting with one another will do nothing to help Ravenpaw heal," the medicine cat saw the anger leave the warrior as he deflated, hanging his head.
"I'm sorry, Owlberry" he said in a hushed whisper.
"All is forgiven, Crowleg" Owlberry nuzzled against Crowleg's neck and licked his ear before stepping back, hearing Sorrelmist call for is attention.
"Hey, Owlberry, I think the bleeding stopped!"
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