(Editing the edit: Remora's ceremony is pending. I've given up on spoiler tags.)

Remora at a glance
Remora is a seven moon old agender ThunderClan cat, soon-to-be an apprentice. At first glance, they seem to be fairly quiet and poised, not taking enjoyment in bouncing around aimlessly and playing absent-minded games with themself. In reality, if they don't play by themself they can hardly play at all, making many cats think they prefer not to play. They have been quick to learn practically since they were born and pick things up really easily. As of now, they know the basics of healing broken bones from the first time they helped Zerosight, and they are something of a clean freak. They are fairly stubborn and won't take no for an answer when need be. Their fur is grey and white, they have a pink nose and olive eyes.

But those who know Remora...
Know that there's a lot more to them than that. They are fascinated by anything unknown, especially the ocean and herbs, and have a peculiar interest in anything they can't explain properly. They own a smallish, round rock which they try in vain to hide, which they suck on when nervous for some unknown reason. They were orphaned before they were a moon old and Fennelnose took them in. Now, they look and behave as if they were born in ThunderClan and are well warmed up to the Clan, making it hard to guess than they aren't Clanborn.

Remora Dancing With Themself
You see a small grey kitten doing a weird thing that looks like they're moving their front paw up and down diagonally on their hind legs all alone. Odd.
(What'd you expect?)

A Chat With Remora
[ You see a small grey cat sitting in a clearing, rolling a small stone under their paw. Intrigued by their odd behavior, you sit and watch them for a while. During this time, you notice that their olive eyes seem somewhat unfocused; that must be why the small cat didn't notice you. They're thinking. You stand up to approach the small cat, but in that moment they jumped up, noticing you and looking somewhat panicked. ]
"Oops!" they yelped as their pebble rolled out from under their paw. Catching it in their jaws, they look nervously at you, their dotted white tail flicking. They obviously hope you didn't see the stone.
[ "Hello," you greet the young cat, trying to hide your confusion. "Why were you startled by me..?" ]
The grey kitten simply batted a white ear. "Cats usually ignore me." They don't seem bothered much by this fact, making you unsure what path to take on this conversation.
[ You decide on asking their name, and ask, "What are you called?" ]
The cat, who you now realize is about seven moons old, looks mildly up at you. "My name is Remora(paw). Well, that's what cats call me."
[ You're somewhat surprised by this piece of information--Isn't "Remora" a RiverClan name?--and the small cat seems to read your mind. ]
"If you're here for news to bring back to your gossip hub, you might as well leave now," they advise, apparently not intending to shake you off but not exactly encouraging you to continue the conversation.
[ Slightly taken aback, you reply, "Oh, of course not! That isn't why I'm talking to you... No. I think I've heard of you..?" ]
Remora doesn't seem to care too much about this, but they appear to be somewhat satisfied when you say you've heard of them. "Well, I s'ppose you might've. Are you going to leave me alone now? I'm doing something... Important."
[ Frustrated with the smaller cat's peculiar style of conversation, you consider walking away, but again, the young grey cat takes one look at you and seems to guess what you're thinking. ]
"Seriously, it might do us both a favor if you did go away."
[ You decide not to think anymore. "What's up with the mind reading?" ]
This seems to greatly amuse Remora. "Mind reading? I don't know about that, you're just very bad at hiding your emotions!"
[ You're suddenly self-conscious about this. ]
Looking you over, the grey cat flicks their ear again. "Are you here to ask me something?"
[ "Yeah," you respond. "Why do you think you're right to be the medicine cat?" ]
This seems to confuse the cat. "Why do you want to know?"
[ You wait for their answer. ]
"Well," they finally say thoughfully, "I guess I do know a lot about herbs and remedies from helping around the medicine cat's den. I can mend broken bones with a little help."
[ You nod along. "Bones?" you inquire; surely this can't be all? ]
"Yeah. That's what I'm best at. Owlpaw broke her legs and I helped Zerosight fix her up. It was sorta sloppy, though."
[ "Alright. Well, have a nice day," you say as you move to walk away. ]
"You're leaving?" Remora asks, their brow furrowing.
[ "Yes, I ought to go." ]
"Alright then... May StarClan light your path."
[ "And yours," you reply, turning to go back to your den to rest. What an oddly clever little furrball. ]
"And remember to keep your den clean!" the cat calls as you go inside.


Ideas that might take effect
-I may transfer my power card to Remora-
-Remora will probably witness pretty much everything they care about die. Happy times.-

Blue-for the blue colour of his pelt || Bird-for his jumpy/skittish nature

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Frankly, Bluebird was almost getting annoyed by his own over-the-top reflexes. It wasn't normal, and he knew it-but he simply couldn't help it. He'd assumed that he'd just get over it when he got older, but no- it only got worse from there. Bluebird would jump at the sound of birds tweeting, the sound of padding feet-everything. It seemed like all of his senses were over the top; as if he had the ears of a blind cat. As a kit and apprentice, he was teased occasionally; and often times others would try to scare him. They always succeeded. You'd think that after twenty moons of living like this, one would get used to it-right? Not in this tom's case. Ever the jumpy, and always.
Another quirk of his was also his inability to sit still. This didn't disadvantage him, not really though, and he was able to sit for a while, but he always had to be moving. Be it his tail swishing back and forth, or his front paws kneading the ground, Bluebird was unable to sit still. While this was an annoyance, he had the personality of a cat who was calm. Bluebird didn't have much of a temper- not really, and was hardly ever grumpy. But he wasn't overly excited and perky, either. He was friendly and pretty chill, if you ignored his constant moving. He was pretty funny at times, and would occasionally try to joke to brighten the mood. But Bluebird was deep, and liked to have serious conversations with others, and liked to try to help- almost in a therapeutic way.
Either way, he was an odd cat. Always twitching, moving, or startled, but it was as if his personality was trying to counteract his skittish nature. His personality and reactions just didn't quite fit, in an odd yet interesting way. It was as if he had the personality of a calm, gentle warrior and the reactions and skittishness of a nervous kit. He never seemed quite settled or comfortable, and yet the way he acted made it seem like he was perfectly fine with his surroundings.

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The blue Peterbald tom sat quietly in the Warriors' Den, the end of his tail twitching as he pondered ways to help aid the cat beside him. The cat was small-young, actually. Too young to be in the Warriors' Den, that is, but not too young to speak for themself and argue back when Bluebird told them they shouldn't have been there. Technically, the cat hadn't wanted to talk to Bluebird in the first place, it had been him who made the cat sit down and speak with him, but he himself hadn't said that they'd speak specifically in the Warriors' Den. But the cat had no interest in listening to what Bluebird had to say, and frankly, judging by their overall view on others, they likely didn't have any sort of interest in what others had to say. This belief alone should have annoyed Bluebird in some way, but it didn't.
The cat sighed, and the sudden sound out of the silence was enough to startle the jumpy cat. The other cat arched a brow at this, slight amusement glittering in their yellow orbs before fading back to the clouded, depressed gaze they once wore. Bluebird blinked and cleared his own throat, before turning to the cat- a she-cat, by the name of Lightningpaw. "I'll bet that you know why I requested to speak with you," Bluebird said calmly. But Lightningpaw-ever the untrustworthy, shook her head in denial. But this hadn't surprised Bluebird-not in the slightest. This was a normal response, actually, whether Lightningpaw knew this, or not. "Why do you think I asked to speak with you, then?" Bluebird asked, trying again to get a response. When she remained silent, with only a shrug, Bluebird still appeared to be unfazed by this. "Well then, I suppose I'll have to ask. How are you dealing with your father's absence?" This question was directed right at her soft spot that he knew she harbored.
He'd heard of how her father left the clans to become a loner, and how her father had basically abandoned her four moons ago. With her biological mother out of the picture, and adopted mother bitter and hateful, Lightningpaw couldn't have been in a good place mentally. Just as he'd predicted, she flinched at his comment. No, Bluebird was not at all trying to hurt her. He was trying to find the source of it all.
"Lately I've noticed you hanging out alone. You usually hang out with Cariboupaw-do you not?" He asked. At this, Lightningpaw nodded, still seemingly reluctant to speak- but nodding was good news to him. "And you two are still friends?" He asked, earning a second nod. "Have you been unable to talk to him due to your apprentice duties?" Another nod. Bluebird stopped speaking, for a moment, gathering his information. "Now Lightningpaw- you hardly know me, and that is fine. But I need you to trust me- just for a little bit- alright?" She hesitated this time, but nodded slowly. Bluebird let out a relieved sigh, and went on. "Now, I wan't you to trust me because I want you to let it all out. Tell me how you feel about your father, your biological mother, your adopted mother, the other apprentices, being an apprentice, everything you are going through or have gone through. I want you to shout- blame me for it maybe, any way you can let it out. I know you've bottled up every ounce of that anger-that hatred, inside of you. And if you don't let it out, it will eat you alive. Metaphorically speaking." Bluebird said this, looking straight into her golden gaze with his own.
Minutes went by-maybe hours. But they were not filled with uncomfortable silence. They were filled to the brim with shouting, screaming, wailing, and crying. Lightningpaw told Bluebird hatefully of all she'd been through, what she thought of the clan, others, and herself. She emptied it out- and he was proud of her for that. When she finished and was just a crying mess, Bluebird wrapped his thin tail around her, and soothed her with encouraging words. He reminded her of all the good in the world, of all the kind cats, of how her friend Cariboupaw would always be there for her. He reminded her of how lucky she was-everything. And while he knew she wouldn't be perfectly back to normal, and that she'd still have bad days where she'd bottle things up again, he knew he'd earned her trust, and that she'd come back to rant once more. That was all he wanted- for others to be safe and feel happy.

Who wouldn't want that?

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Originally Posted by The Eye Of The Storm (Post 192800) {Holy chicken balls..... *Shoves Goldenpaw in* "Goldie! You can finally be a med cat. Goldenpaw; ....Ok. But if I have to mentor Remora i will kill myself.} WIP. WILL ADD STUFF LATER.

Originally Posted by The Eye Of The Storm (Post 193024) ( I think its most likely that a cat will become the med-cat, and Remora will be mentored by them, as you worked hard for the rank.)