EVENINGFLAME
Gender She-cat
Age 48 moons
Rank Medicine Cat
Appearance Graceful ginger tabby she-cat with gorgeous copper eyes and reddish-brown paws and nose.
Personality Eveningflame is typically kind and respectful towards those around her despite the situation and has the patience like that of a mother's. She is quite the neat freak and likes all of her herbs stored properly in their own proper piles. She can be a bit paranoid sometimes. Tends to over-groom herself sometimes. Summed up: Sweet, careful, precise, respectful, skittish,fidgety,paranoid, submissive.
Skills Eveningflame, as a medicine cat, knows many herbs and what they do along with how to treat wounds, infection, sickness, etc. Oddly, she is a very strong swimmer. She has alright endurance but is awful at fighting, she only knows the basics and even then she's a lousy fighter.
History Eveningflame used to be part of a clan, hence her prior knowledge of herbs. Though, the reason she left is very different. A war broke out among two neighboring clans, once their leader died of an infected scratch, a new leader had to step up, though he was not as noble and proposed that to stop this war, they had to fight dirty."Kitten fighting," he'd hiss, his cold gaze scorching the group, "does not win wars." So reluctantly, the clan began battle training with more dirty moves, like kicking dirt in their opponent's eyes, wrapping their tail around their legs, faking them out, pushing, shoving, etc. When cats started dying, that's when she left. In the dead of night, she crept away, through the dirt place tunnel, following the river towards the distant peaks. She was in the valley for a moon or two when Flintstar approached her, offering her a place in his clan.
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Age 48 moons
Rank Medicine Cat
Appearance Graceful ginger tabby she-cat with gorgeous copper eyes and reddish-brown paws and nose.
Personality Eveningflame is typically kind and respectful towards those around her despite the situation and has the patience like that of a mother's. She is quite the neat freak and likes all of her herbs stored properly in their own proper piles. She can be a bit paranoid sometimes. Tends to over-groom herself sometimes. Summed up: Sweet, careful, precise, respectful, skittish,fidgety,paranoid, submissive.
Skills Eveningflame, as a medicine cat, knows many herbs and what they do along with how to treat wounds, infection, sickness, etc. Oddly, she is a very strong swimmer. She has alright endurance but is awful at fighting, she only knows the basics and even then she's a lousy fighter.
History Eveningflame used to be part of a clan, hence her prior knowledge of herbs. Though, the reason she left is very different. A war broke out among two neighboring clans, once their leader died of an infected scratch, a new leader had to step up, though he was not as noble and proposed that to stop this war, they had to fight dirty."Kitten fighting," he'd hiss, his cold gaze scorching the group, "does not win wars." So reluctantly, the clan began battle training with more dirty moves, like kicking dirt in their opponent's eyes, wrapping their tail around their legs, faking them out, pushing, shoving, etc. When cats started dying, that's when she left. In the dead of night, she crept away, through the dirt place tunnel, following the river towards the distant peaks. She was in the valley for a moon or two when Flintstar approached her, offering her a place in his clan.
Kin --
RELATIONSHIPS
Flintstar Very stubborn, tends to get under her fur sometimes, though he can be quite the charmer.
Stagwhisker Cunning, swift, wise, but can seem distant.
Stagwhisker Cunning, swift, wise, but can seem distant.