The East Wind [//p; ravenkit]

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    [shadow=black,left]Martin[/shadow]

    [color=lightgray]DARKCLAN ~ MEDIC ~ [acronym=Martin; 13 moons; heterosexual; male; DarkClan; medic; single]INFORMATION[/acronym] ~ [acronym=none]POWERS[/acronym] ~ [acronym=medium; attack in#ff321e]INTERACTION[/acronym] ~ [acronym=mild social anxiety]OTHER[/acronym]


    [justify][size=8][color=#a8a8a8]Rising from his nest, the sandy-orange cat looked around his room. Martin was still waking up, his eyesight blurry from not using his eyes for six hours. Shaking himself, the tom exited his room. A quick orientating look around the hall as per usual. A look that would be followed by him deciding to simply go up to his post rather than eating his first meal of the day. The medic knew the advantages of eating the first meal, but he didn't particularly care. His job was to take care of others, not himself.




    [align=center][color=darkgray][size=5pt]#kaktussturm

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt gray; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 35px; color: white; letter-spacing: -2px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;][font=georgia]Ravenkit Kalovar[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 325px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: 2px;] DARKCLAN — KIT — [abbr=female, 5 months, easy, one power, attack in black]HOVER FOR TAGS[/abbr][/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify][color=#d2d2d2]Medicine had never been the young fem's thing.


    Her passion was swimming. No, there wasn't a rank for the best swimmers, but it did give her an advantage when fighting around water. The tortoiseshell's pelt was sleek, allowing her to glide through the water with ease. It may be strange for a WindClan born to have water-repelling fur, however the child's father had been born in RiverClan. She did not know of this. She and her father rarely spoke, seeing as he left the Clan. At least he apologized for not being there for her. She would always be grateful for that.
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    [shadow=black,left]Martin[/shadow]

    [color=lightgray]DARKCLAN ~ MEDIC ~ [acronym=Martin; 13 moons; heterosexual; male; DarkClan; medic; single]INFORMATION[/acronym] ~ [acronym=none]POWERS[/acronym] ~ [acronym=medium; attack in#ff321e]INTERACTION[/acronym] ~ [acronym=mild social anxiety]OTHER[/acronym]


    [justify][size=8][color=#a8a8a8]Unsurprisingly, there wasn't anything in his designated medical place. Tasting the air, he turned back. He had confirmed, there was no need for him quite yet. Therefore, he could eat something. He didn't have to be swift, but he would be swift nonetheless. The worst possible thing that could happen was he would have a bad day from eating too fast.


    His knowledge of medicine could be called a curse in some ways. Fortunately, he knew how to keep his ever-ongoing thoughts of things that happen when certain other things are done away. All he had to do was be in a stressful situation. Like the one, and only, time he'd engaged in battle.


    A mouse. It would do more than adequately. He grabbed it with his jaws and looked around for a spot with few, or no, cats.




    [align=center][color=darkgray][size=5pt]#kaktussturm

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt gray; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 35px; color: white; letter-spacing: -2px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;][font=georgia]Ravenkit Kalovar[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 325px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: 2px;] DARKCLAN — MAJOR — [abbr=female, 5 months, easy, one power, attack in black]HOVER FOR TAGS[/abbr][/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify][color=#d2d2d2]The child had been deep in thought as the medic padded over. "Hello," she said in greeting, along with a brief nod.
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    [shadow=black,left]Martin[/shadow]

    [color=lightgray]DARKCLAN ~ MEDIC ~ [acronym=Martin; 13 moons; heterosexual; male; DarkClan; medic; single]INFORMATION[/acronym] ~ [acronym=none]POWERS[/acronym] ~ [acronym=medium; attack in#ff321e]INTERACTION[/acronym] ~ [acronym=mild social anxiety]OTHER[/acronym]


    [justify][size=8][color=#a8a8a8]Surprised by the kit, he nodded. "Hello to you as well." He spoke simply, not out of disinterest but rather out of uncertainty of what this kit wanted.




    [align=center][color=darkgray][size=5pt]#kaktussturm

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt gray; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 35px; color: white; letter-spacing: -2px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;][font=georgia]Ravenkit Kalovar[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 325px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: 2px;] DARKCLAN — MAJOR — [abbr=female, 5 months, easy, one power, attack in black]HOVER FOR TAGS[/abbr][/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]"I'm Ravenkit. What's your name?" the child asked, slightly tilting her cranium.
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    [color=transparent]#majorraven

    [shadow=black,left]Martin[/shadow]

    [color=lightgray]DARKCLAN ~ MEDIC ~ [acronym=Martin; 13 moons; heterosexual; male; DarkClan; medic; single]INFORMATION[/acronym] ~ [acronym=none]POWERS[/acronym] ~ [acronym=medium; attack in#ff321e]INTERACTION[/acronym] ~ [acronym=mild social anxiety]OTHER[/acronym]


    [justify][size=8][color=#a8a8a8]"Martin." He meowed, "What brings you around here this early?"




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