Spiritguide

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FOR I AM Spiritguide of the great FrostClan Age 60 moons Gender She-cat Rank Warrior, with full Medicine Cat knowledge. Medicine Cat if possible, or former Medicine Cat. How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS ICE WHITE AND SLATE GREY and my eyes are a magnificent blue Scars None Appearance Like in her picture, Spiritguide is a majestic grey cat with a white chest, which fades under her legs. Wisps of whiskers flow out from above her graceful blue eyes and a pure grey tail. She is actually quite large, but sees fighting as something that should never be done. Her grey ears in contrast to her white muzzle, bridge of her nose and paws make her a truly beautiful cat. Scarless, this she-cat is more beautiful than the sun at dawn; the purity, untainted nature of her fur colour is mystical, just like her nature. Even so, she is blind in both eyes; but like Jayfeather of ThunderClan in the book series, she uses her other senses to make her way around. Her paws are white and that is basically everything that you need to know about her. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M WISE AND SOFT-SPOKEN Personality Spiritguide is a she-cat who is hard to figure out. She only speaks in a certain way, which is often different, but can often provoke a feeling of hope within the hearts of all cats. She is graceful and has a sense of confidence that is almost unheard of. She is also great with kits, and some cats say that she must be a true Medicine Cat, because she does things that sometimes others wouldn’t have even thought of doing. Her problem solving is through non-violent methods; she will always look to her Spirit Guide, which she believes in with all of her heart. She is at peace with herself; by this, she has no doubt, no anger or confusion. Some cats say she can’t even get angry, because she never raises her voice or frowns. She always has this motherly soft smile over her face, which makes some cats quite fond of her. She seems to stay calm, even if she is yelled at, and has something to say to every cat when they need advice. She believes that her Spirit Guide is a wolf and she eager waits for him to reveal himself to her. Likes; Everything peaceful, teaching other cats, listening to their problems and offering solutions and telling others about her Spirit Guide and healing cats (mentally and physically). Dislikes; War, violence and cats fighting. Strengths; Mentally and physically healing cats though Words and herbs. Weaknesses; Her refusal to fight means she is an easy target, and her inability to become angry also means that cats may tend to take their anger out on her. She is blind, making her someone who others seem to believe needs extra support, and she has Tuberculosis, which is in the early stages. Secrets; Her Spirit Guide is a Wolf and that she goes to him for advice rather than StarClan (most of the time). She can't drink milk and she has Tuberculosis (early stages). How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE DEAD AND SILENCED FamilyShe has not spoken of her parents, though she often states that the Spirit Guides (Not StarClan) are her family. Event that Lead to being a Warrior Spiritguide was a Medicine Cat, but when Darkheart became the Medicine Cat, Spiritguide decided that she would try to learn about the Warriors, therefore she became one. History Spirit was born to a family in the mountains and she was the only kit in her litter – to survive anyway. She was given her name “Spirit” because it was a tradition for her family to always name the first she-kit in the litter after their Guide. This she-cat was raised primarily by her mother and taught how to heal cats as well as defend herself while her father hunted for them both and was the main fighter. This was nothing to do with their sexes – it was just a tradition, and because her father had more violent tendencies than the family would have liked to admit. Her life went smoothly until one day her family ran into a “strange object”. As the two cats approached it curiously – her mother and father – the top snapped shut and completely enclosed their throats. As much as she tried, Spirit found there was no way to free the two from the trap, and she stayed with them until they died. When that was done, she was left with the messy job of... Well, of cutting their heads off in order to give them their proper burial. When that was done, the she-cat took her mother’s eagle feather (which was believed to have been left as a peace gift by her Spirit Guide, an Eagle) and left in order to find greater things. Sometimes she would see a big silver creature leading her and at first she was afraid; but the icy irises there constantly gave her the urge to follow, and she did. Eventually she reached FrostClan; a Clan in desperate need of Warriors, and she joined as their Healer – or Medicine Cat. However, she has more belief in her Spirit Guide than StarClan, though some often wonder if she has bees in her brain. Notes: Spiritguide is blind in both eyes and has Tuberculosis. Sample RP { See second post } You call me by the name I’ve lied I meet in secret with those who’ve died Though life is not’ but treachery This life is all the life in me [/style][style=color: #B0C4DE; font-size: 18px; text-align: center; font-family: arial black; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 1px; width: 400px; text-transform: uppercase;]a life we can only wish [/style] [style=text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 6px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; color: #252525; opacity: 0.8;]BIO: (COMPLETE), AWESOMENESS: (SCALE OF 1-10), LYRICS: ONLY WISH template made by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 [/style]

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[raggedclaws]

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=e8e8e8] Spiritguide lay at the edge of the clearing beside Dewfeather, listening to the Warriors speak and share tongues, and sharing tongues with Dewfeather as they shared the news of the day. Dewfeather was joking about how she had tripped over the tail of her prey and almost fallen onto an Apprentice, while Spiritguide listened with amusement. Dewfeather was one of the best jokers in the Clan, always having something to smile about, and was a friend to everybody who needed her. Smiling when she teased herself about the event, Spiritguide nodded when her best friend noted that the Apprentice was lazy anyway, and needed to get out more. Well, it wasn’t too hurtful, and she knew the Warrior didn’t mean such a thing in an offensive way, so she let it slide without scolding her. It was warm outside; Dewfeather hard told her that the skies were clear, the wind wasn’t that bad, and there was enough prey on the pile to let everybody relax for a bit. It was fortunate that they had enough that day, because quite a lot of the time, they would struggle to survive. With the Ice River tainted and prey most likely being poisoned from the water, it was difficult to find food further out. She hadn’t scented fish much around now, because it was feared that every morsel was toxic and dangerous to be put anywhere near the Fresh Kill pile. Perhaps the river was a sign; if they prey was dying, was her Spirit Guide trying to tell her something? She hadn’t seen him in her dreams yet, which was worrying, but he would show himself in time. She just had to be patient and let him come when he thought best. However, as Spiritguide began to groom the part where Dewfeather’s neck and shoulder met, the wind picked up and she turned her head away, and Dewfeather seemed to stiffen at something. Spiritguide couldn’t see what was going on, but when the she-cat didn’t relax after it had passed, she opened her eyes, and was greeted with shock. Before her was a figure that glowed, providing her with a brief moment of vision; growing in form before her eyes. It was a creature, muzzle pointed to the sky, head held high, shoulders braced and his back flowing smoothly down to where his hind legs bent, supporting his body as if he were a cat stretching his front paws. Starlight glowed around him, and it appeared that it wasn’t just her that could see it – Dewfeather could, and other cats could also. Spiritguide rose to her paws, confused until the scent of herbs filled her nose, making her blue eyes widen. For a heartbeat, the creature stood there, massive in size, until its eyes opened and it parted its jaws, to turn his head toward her. “Spirit,” he whispered, his voice echoing eerily around the clearing. His ears swerved around to her and he turned his entire body, and Spiritguide felt his blazing amber eyes pierce her. His silver fur was simply amazing; it was short, spiked, but at the same time it glowed like silver flames under the moon. His ears were tipped with black, his tail darkened at the point, and his chest was tinged with white specks. But those eyes... A shiver passed through her body and she squeezed her eyes shut, and felt Dewfeather press against her protectively. However, as soon as she opened them again, she wished she hadn’t closed them; she had been returned to darkness once more. Carefully, the she-cat rose to her paws and pressed close to Dewfeather, angling her ears toward the wolf, and blinked her sightless eyes once more. She could sense tension in the clearing, and as the wolf took a step toward her, she could hear Dewfeather take a warning step towards it. She appreciated that the she-cat was defending her from whatever was going on, but just because she was blind didn’t mean she was scared... Doing Speaking Thinking "Your cat talking"

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Accepted! Go post her in the Frostclan stats.