Post by OLIVEBERRY on Dec 11, 2014 17:48:31 GMT
Oliveberry
PERSONALITY Oliveberry is often kind. He can be easily hurt though and when frightened lashes out at anyone and anything and can be quite cutting. He seldom tolerates nonsense and when he does it's for good reason. He is friendlier then most cats probably due to being alone for most of his younger years. He is not object to the coming war though he is worried that there might be lives lost. He is thinner than most and has medium length fur. He is named for the orange spots splashed over his body. Compared to his mostly white body, his tail looks like it belongs to a different cat. It is all orange and a darker orange then is on his body. The tip of his tail is gone from frostbite and his ears have small parts missing as well. (Oliveberry is based of my cat that ran away. The picture is not of him as I don't have any. But the appearance is the same and the twoleg family is my family.) (OK I know the picture is messed up but I hope it is OK) HISTORY Oliveberry's story is a tiny bit different from the normal clan cats. He was born outside of the clan. His mother, Wetflower was too weak to go back to camp and so stayed where she was until he was one moon old. She told him to stay where he was when she went to go get help from her clan. Oliveberry however left the make shift den and followed her. When they got to the river though he couldn't resist squealing. Wetflower heard and turned she was angry at him. She told him to go back. and he did tail low in the ground. He couldn't find the den though and became hopelessly lost. he called out for his mother constantly. She didn't hear him and so he wandered on. Oliveberry wandered until he was three moons. At that time a family of twolegs found him. His tail was frostbitten and the tip came off 2 moons later. The leader of the family helped him overcome his fear of water by washing him constantly. Oliveberry loved them all but speciously the leader. The father. At six moons he knew it was time to go back to the clan that he had never seen but had heard tales of from his mother. It pained him to leave but he knew it was time. So off he went on the road again. Only a few days later he arrived at the river. Thankfully there was a border patrol there and his mother was on it. The clan seemed to recognize him though it was probably only because Wetflower insisted. His father Mossforest looked exactly like himself. Or maybe it was the other way around. He was welcomed into the clan but he didn't feel like he was made to be a warrior and so chose to become a medicine cat. Thus he lived in peace until he took Nettlepaw as his apprentice. (I hope this is OK.) |
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