ShadowClan Medicine Cat Applications

[JaxenAmethyst]

Originally Posted by bad company

Mollies and Gentletoms! Put your paws together for Squirrelstreak!
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I ain't no one special. I know this, but at least listen to my story, until the very end if you can. It may bot be as long as the rest, but again, I ain't no one special. My name is Squirrelstreak. I am a hyper little kitty, but I'm great under pressure. I'm talkative, and some might say too talkative, but I'm focused. I try to be, at least.
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She's a small, thinly built dark ginger spotted tabby with a with a darker stripe down her back that extends on to her white tail, with lighter ginger bands spreading off on the tail. Her paws, chest, muzzle, and underbelly are white, and the markings on her face range from dark ginger to white. Her ears are tall and round, and the curl backwards, unlike that of most cats' ears. She's very small, and definitely built more for speed and agility than for strength, though her legs are slender, that are slightly stocky and even a bit muscled, but she's an overall well built cat, with short, silky fur covering her body, and longer, courser fur on her tail. Squirrel's eyes are very wide and round, and they are set at the slightest of angles, while her paws are small, round and neat.
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She's very active and lively, and is always willing to help. She'd never abandon a cat in need, and always puts others before herself. She isn't one to give up, and she can be quiet stubborn, always sticking to what she said. She'd never break a promise, and sticks very closely to the warrior code. It wouldn't be easy to find as cat more loyal than this one. Even if she met a cat and loved them, but they weren't in ShadowClan, she would not go and break the code. It just isn't her, and she doesn't want to disrespect her ancestors' sacred code that the created season upon season before she was born. Squirrelstreak is very respectful, and knows her place well in the Clan. She wants to become a mentor one day, to pass down her knowledge and abilities to the future generation. It was always a dream of hers to become leader when she was young, but she doesn't know anymore. She isn't certain where her pawsteps will guide her, but she hopes to be remembered well beyond her days. She loves to run through the undergrowth, and can be very, very talkative, often times, she'll start to ramble on and is very hard to shut up, so many may find this annoying. She is not exactly the best of listeners due to this, but she does try her best, and is very persistent and will almost never drop out of a challenge, unless she knows that she has absolutely no chance of winning, but once she's started something, she will always finish it.
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So there you have it. That's me. I'm young, yes, but I'm not too young. And sure, maybe I am too talkative sometimes, but I will never break the code. And in the end, every challenge I face, I will finish until the very end. I maybe this sporadic little cat when I'm in the territory, but I keep to my tasks. I won't let anyone get left behind. If you needed help, I'd be there.
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As the molly was told to go for the prey she gave a small sigh and stalked closer. Her pelt didn't help, so she had to be absolutely silent. She stalked carefully, the squirrel remaining unaware of her presence. She felt tension beginning to build from it, however. The squirrel sensed something, and turned it's head to her, and she froze, absolutely still. For what felt like forever she stayed there, making short, quick, quiet breaths as the squirrel stared at her. She wasn't close enough to be able to catch it if it ran, so she had to remain as motionless as possible. To her luck, the squirrel went back to nibbling the nut in his hand. She quickly made her way to jumping distance and froze. She waited for the squirrel to stand up for a clean grab. She waited and waited, and finally, it stood. Then, like lightening she shot, and just as she hoped she caught it by it's neck, and in one swift move, she broke it and it fell limp in her maw.

She rose her head as she held her catch proudly. She padded back to the tom and gave him a sweet smile before running back to camp, with him close behind. She giggled as she ran through the overgrowth, laughing and playing with the squirrel in her maw, the tom running along side her.

"Slow down!" he called through the feathers of his wren. She only laughed, and sped up.

"You can't make me!" she called, and kept running still. He spread up to her laughing. They weren't paying attention, and before they realized it, the seastones cliff as right infront of them. She skidded to a halt and looked back, seeing he was still running. "Mousefang!" she screamed. All too late, he tried to stop, skidding along the rocks, but still slid off the cliff. She looked down frantically and saw him hanging on. "Hold on! Reach!" she called, stretching her paw down to him. He grabbed it, but she began to slide. She scrambled her paws to lift him up to the cliff, and he watched.

"Squirrelstreak." he meowed softly.

"Hold on, we'll get through this!" she said, struggling to lift him as her paws were beginning to come off more.

"You have to let go..." he said, and she looked down at him.

"What, no... No! We'll get through this, I almost have you up!" she said, tears welling in her eyes.

"Squirrly, I want you to know one thing..." he said, and she looked down at him, and slowly horror filled her gaze.

"Mousefang...." she began, and he closed his eyes.

"I'll always love you." he said.

"Mousefang, no!" she cried.

"Bye, little sis..." he said, and turned his paw, making it slip from her grip and he fell.

"NO!" she screamed and watched him fall to the sandy beach of the seastones and hit with a faint thud. She stayed there, horror-struck. The last of her family, now dead. It was her fault. All of it was her fault. She layed there, her paw still over the cliff, and her cries filled the forest.
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Yeah, that's my backstory. I thought I lost my own soul when I lost Mousefang. He was the one who helped me after my parents died. I gave a vow that I would be the best of the clan, that I will be remembered. It was his wish, and now it's mine. I will be famous. For the both of us.
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Well, that's me. I guess you have other, probably more willing cats to look at. I have to go, got a hunting patrol I have to go to. Thanks for reading anyways.

AHHHHH YOU DID SUCH A GREAT JOB, BAD COMPANY! THAT ENDING WAS SO SAD! I cried, thinking about if my brother left me like that.

[Trashy Sky]

aaaa good luck to everyone who applies!
hopefully the new shadowclan medicine cat can help mend riverclan and shadowclan's rivalry!

[Dust]

The lingering scent of antiseptic assaulted the sandy mackerel tabby's senses, causing his eye lids to slowly drift open, tears forming rapidly in the corner edges of his deep green eyes.

White-
White as the sun reflecting off the snow during leaf-bare.

Strained eyes reflexively closed against the harsh light, leaving the cat blinded and burning in agonizing pain. Acornpelt was so tired. So incredibly tired his limbs could fall off. It was impossible to move, he could barely feel his paws as the muscles involuntarily flexed, causing a shooting pain to race up his legs. Home... Home... He felt like a kit again, pathetic and vulnerable against the forces that pulled and sliced at his pelt. It reminded him of his last moons as a kit. The warm gentle tongue of his mother as her heartbeat tempted the kitten into comfortable slumber. For a brief moment, Acorn felt safe. Truth be told, the young warrior could barely even remember what happened, let alone his last couple moons of his warriorship. He had been hunting near the border, too close to the thunderpath, most definitely. A cold contraption, tougher than even the thickest brambles weaved between the nursery walls... There was food.. He thought he could bring it back to the clan, but the cold brambles closed in on him and then... A guttural mewl, yet helpless at the same time, pulled its way from his throat as another wave of burning hot pain washed over him, an uncomfortable comparison to the freezing metal table beneath him. Noise. All he could hear was noise. It was foreign to his ears. Never before had he heard a sweeter pitch or felt a gentler touch than the one that covered his snout, blowing gently against his nostrils and into his lungs, lulling him into a forced, yet accepted sleep. His weak meow trailed off as the warrior succumbed to the whispers and gentle hum of the machines around him.
No dreams came. No visions or memories.
Just darkness.

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Acornpelt opened his eyes, perking up quickly as his vision began to adjust to the darkness. Fur rising on his neck, the young warrior nervously scanned his surroundings, realizing he was back in the tight enclosed space of the cold bramble trap. Why was it so dark? It was soothing though, calming him just enough to cause him to relax his tense, sore muscles. Loud rumbling caught his attention, or more so the lack of the rumbling as his body no longer rocked back and forth in a violent motion. Perking his ears, Acorn listened quietly. Nothing? He was sure something was going on beyond the darkness. Startled by a sudden screeching noise, the cat cowered back to the corner of the cold brambles, for once in his life praying to Starclan to let him live. The sudden movement of the cage caused Acornpelt to stumble, swaying from side to side for a few seconds before he braced his body as the cage hit the ground. Soft blades of grass poked through the brambles, tickling his paw pads as all was quiet again. Heart beating rapidly in his chest, the young warrior blinked against the sudden harsh sunlight that washed over him and watched in fear as a twoleg reached down and pulled open the brambles. Dear Starclan... They're so strong! As soon as the bramble had been fully ripped apart, Acornpelt bolted off into the woods without another thought, the twoleg making loud noises behind him. You can eat my dust! The scent of the Shadowclan borders flooded his senses as he raced further into the woods. His adrenaline was pumping, fueling him to get home. He just needed to get home. He was so tired... So incredibly tired. Letting out an exasperated cry, Acornpelt stumbled to the ground a few pawsteps away from the camp entrance, his eyes blurring from tears as he struggled to catch his breath. His paws were throbbing from the run. Gingerly, the warrior pulled his front left paw up to his mouth.

Blood.

The bitter-sweet metallic taste of blood trickled onto his tongue, causing the tom to gag in response. Acornpelt flexed each paw, watching as his claws extended, giving an overly dramatic sigh as he noticed a few torn claws. The flesh around it was swollen and bloody, throbbing in sync with the few other claws that he had torn. The warrior carefully picked himself up and hobbled into camp, exhaustion and relief washing over him in a wave of sleep.

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Acornfall, formerly known as Acornpelt, is an unfortunate warrior to put it simply. "Victim" to a TNR (Trap-Neuter-Release), Acornfall lost a lot of his faith in Starclan because of his experience, and also in himself (although he is known for being extremely over-dramatic). Misfortune has followed this cat throughout his entire life. Whether it be his own prey attacking him, his family disappearing during the EE, or the poor cat just constantly tripping over himself, Acornfall wears a target on his back, or so he thinks. After his major accident, Acornpelt took a moon or so to recover from the trauma before going back out on a hunting patrol. Like the clumsy fool he was, Acornpelt wandered away from the patrol and was captured by a group of twoleg kits who clipped his whiskers down to the snout. Enraged for the first time in a while, but extremely disoriented, the warrior managed to call out for his clanmates help, who swiftly came to his rescue and chased off the twoleg kits in a frenzy. The escort back to camp was hilarious to the other warriors; Acornpelt tripped over himself, fell on his escorts, even ran into a few trees and bushes. Still fuming, the warrior had his name changed to "Acornfall" to further emphasize his "injury." Acornfall isn't quick to upset, but when he's under extreme stress he can become unresponsive. It's a 50/50 chance that he'll respond one way or another, either talking rapidly and in gibberish or staring off into the abyss for hours without a sound. The sandy tabby is a very sociable cat as well. He finds it hard to deal with kits and apprentices, even warriors, who poke fun at the silly way he walks, but he can carry on a conversation for moons with just about anyone. The warrior also prides himself on his ability to make friends, even though some of those "friends" may not think the same of him. Even though Acorn is very open, he usually only confides serious topics in those he trusts or cares for dearly and is usually non-confrontation, unlike his younger self. Acorn is also quite intelligent. He can pick up on things very quickly, but when something doesn't fall within his learning curve, he can become very frustrated and may give up until someone can help him. He constantly doubts himself, never being able to decide what to do or never being able to commit himself to one specific task, but is easy to motivate once he understands the task at hand. Acornfall has never felt attached to his rank of warrior, as it only seems to bring him more misery, so he retired to the elders den hoping to prevent anymore misfortune for himself. After few moons in the elders den, contemplating and rekindling a faint faith in Starclan, Acorn feels that the only way to reverse his luck is to help others. It's a strange connection, feeling bonded and protective of each clanmate, to the point where the poor cat would stumble and slam into trees across a battlefield just to save one.

(May come back and edit some more ^^)

[Cosmo]

Gingerpaw is a lithe ginger Shadowclan apprentice, she has a white muzzle and paws and tabby stripes down her back. Gingerpaw is part kittypet, her mother was a clan cat and father was a kittypet, her father joined Shadowclan but when her mother died he went back to being a kittypet. Gingerpaw felt lonely because her only kinleft had gone back to his kittypet life. Gingerpaw hated half-clancats after that, though showing rare kindness for them here and there. Gingerpaw felt imensly hurt, she knew herbs very well and began collecting them. She carried out her apprentice duty's even though she constantly doubted her self.

If someone asks Gingerpaw about her past we will most likely lash out at you because she feels threatened and protective about this part of her life, she is willing to make freinds with cats from other clans but never tells her clans secrets, she will be someone's friend if they don't probe her around her past.

Gingerpaw sneaks out of camp every night to watch the sunset and hear the crickets chirp because it reminds her of her mother.

Gingerpaw is sensitive to other cats feelings and needs, she may be rough one time, but super sweet the next. She wants to help her clan and serve it well, With every herb she gathers and every patrol she's in she feels it, but its not enough to weaken the thick thorn barrier around her past.

Gingerpaw often dreams of her mothers death and blames her self for it.

What's your name?
Gingerpaw
Why do you want to be a medicine cat?
It will help my clan and I.
How are you socially?
Depends on who you ask.
You can leave now.

[Thunder]

Tiny Owl, is whom I'm applying!
Tiny is a small she-cat, she is a slightly sassy, most serious she-cat. As a she grew older, she realized she never wanted kits. Though she has slight humor, making remarks to remind cats of their decisions. Though she can be grumpy at times, shes just a big softie for her clan-mates.
Interview time!
Hi! Whats your name?
Tiny owl.
Okay, why do you want to be meddle?
If it's helping my clan, I won't mind giving them bitter smelling herbs.
Okay then... Would you try to go against your clan?
No. Why am I being asked this?
Uh.. Reasons. Alright, so lets say one of your clan-mates are severely injured from battle, what do you do?
I'd get the right herbs to heal them... Are we done yet?
No. Long from that... Would you promise to do whatever it takes to heal a clan-mate, but also to stay loyal to your clan?
Why am I being asked this? Of course I would.
Okay. We're done now, you can go.
FINALLY!
Alright! So that's the interview
Tiny is a black, ginger, and white shecat. She has ginger and black patches, with white legs and belly, with yellow eyes.

[Honeyfeather]

Originally Posted by Raywood

ShadowClan Medicine Cat Applications

As the sidebar and Clan News suggest, ShadowClan is left without a medicine cat after Kestrelberry's recent resignation. We will be hosting applications to fill the role, but it is imperative that you thoroughly read the information below before submitting a response.

The Aforementioned Important Information That You Absolutely Must Read or Bad Things Will Happen

As always, the High Rank eligibility standards apply.

We are searching for a non-traditional character to step into this rank. It is open to apprentices, warriors, senior warriors, and younger elders, but make the character stand apart from what is painted as the "usual" medicine cat! Uniqueness (not to be confused with a lack of realism) is ultimately what we're looking for in your character, which can be anything from personality, past experiences, age, physical characteristics, etc. Being shy, awkward, talkative, or having an uncanny ability with herbs are not considered unique traits.
We have no preference between preexisting and newly-created characters. You are not obligated to include whether this character currently exists or has just been made.
Specifically for past High Rank holders: You can feel free to apply if your "cool down time" has expired, however we will likely choose someone who has not had a previous high rank. Current High Rank holders: Share encouragement if you'd like, but please don't be dismissive of your fellow users by commenting on your inability to apply.
If your application is illegible or otherwise difficult to read, we will be forced to discard it.

Do not apply if:
You cannot publish at least three main roleplay posts per week (does not have to be with the high ranking character).
You are unwilling or unable to participate in site-wide plots.
You would like your character have a love interest and/or kits as the medicine cat and expect they will keep the rank.
The character described in your post is not the character you will be using in roleplay.


Application Process

To avoid forcing the staff to be organized for once limiting creative freedom, there is no form. Your application task is to simply reply to this thread, telling us about your character in your post. It can include as much or as little information as you'd like, and there are no length or structure requirements.
Using a form, picture, or a character site link anywhere in your application will result in disqualification.
Seriously, we will delete your post and we won't even give it a funeral.

Applications can be edited up to May 7th, 2017 at 11:59 PM Eastern Time, and we will be selecting someone on May 9th, 2017.

Closing Notes

Let myself or another staff member know if you have questions or concerns regarding this process, as we'd be happy to provide any assistance possible.

Best of luck to all who are interested! We look forward to reading your submissions.

I Want to join but how

[~Aesthetic~]

I am applying Canarysky!

This will be Canarysky from a couple of different perspectives, including her own, some being from various times in her life.


I gazed over at Canarypaw as she stalked the plump frog. There could be no way she could miss this one- even knowing her. My gaze focused as she wriggled her tail, preparing to pounce. I judged the she-cat from afar- maybe six fox-lengths- and flinched as she pounced just a few heartbeats early with a clumsy takeoff. I furrowed my catbrows, wondering what she'd done wrong. It didn't surprise me at all to realize she'd been unfocused, as she always was. I rolled my eyes in exasperation as Canarypaw attempted to cripple the slimy green creature by sweeping it off its feet, moving her paw in a swift motion, but it wasn't enough to bring her back from her mistake. She made a lazy pursuit as the frog hopped into the distance, and into a large puddle. Though i know she's trying, it's still not helping
Tail lashing, I marched up to the she, ready to scold my apprentice for once again being unfocused and distant.

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Canarysky is a fairly interesting cat. For a ShadowClan cat she definitely stands out with her white pelt, very light gray tabby stripes, and of course her extremely pale ginger spots. I remember the day she was born- a few days before I became an elder. I'd tell her stories that her and Poppykit, her sister, loved to listen to. Canarysky would always ask me questions. I'd begin a story and only a few mews in she would ask about something. I remember her cute green eyes- now yellow- shinning up at me, full of curiosity. She was never the same after the apprentice incident, now she's a bit more snappy, Er, sarcastic, and more... well, unfocused. Well, I guess she's kept most traits... Umm, how old is the young'un now? 13 moons? No, no... 14! Yes, that's right... Anyhow! Canarysky is so sweet, but I think she struggles with things a lot. She tries so hard to master every concept, and sometimes she pushes herself too hard. Poor cat, all she wants is to be perfect... I remember when she was an apprentice, and that horrible thing she said she'd do. She made a vow to not grow attached to any cats, but I don't think she's kept her promise. Instead, it seems like she cares the same amount for each cat in this clan, no more no less, but just simply expresses it by playful teasing, sarcasm, and that beautiful, happy gleam in her eyes.

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I narrowed my eyes at Canarypaw's light-gray-and-white pelt, with generous faintly yellow splotches. She'd grown so much since I last acknowledged her, and similar to last time, my pelt burned with jealousy.
Despite her daydreaming nature, her unfocused mind, her sudden bursts of random energy, and her lack of skills due to it, she'd still been promoted before me. It made no sense to me how Canarypaw even passed her final test, much less become a warrior. And me, only a moon behind her, obviously a harder worker, and still an apprentice. As the ceremony was getting over with, Canarypaw- now Canarysky- was standing proudly in the center of a mass of cats, taking in the cheers she received. Of course, I didn't cheer.

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Honestly, I'm not actually sure why I'm like this. I stared at my white paws with my bright green eyes, wondering what makes me so unfocused. Why my Mentor was always scolding me for being distracted. Why I had such a hard time hunting.
I mean, I don't really regret it. Not at all.
Having a fantasy life where everything goes right, in my opinion, sounds better than a real life in which death, destruction, and cruelty happens on a moonly basis.
Call me flea-brained.
So, I guess that's why I'm always daydreaming. I just don't enjoy how things are.
Maybe I will zone off a little too much, I'll give them that. I know how to hunt and fight, of course, unlike how some cats like to think. I just.. I'm not sure, harming a soul with my own four paws just disturbs me a bit. Would StarClan approve? I'm not a frog-heart like they say, am I?
No, of course I'm not.
I wonder what it would be like to live in another Clan, or maybe even not in a Clan at all. The thought intrigues me, as well as terrifies me a bit.
So, yeah. Call me whatever you want. I'm so very sorry if the way I think, the way I'm born, or the fact my mostly-white pelt ruffles your little feathers. Guess you're gonna have to get over it, kitty.
Completely unrelated note, if you need help medicinewise, I- Uh, don't try to get over that by yourself. THAT I will help you with.

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Heh, You're gonna ask me a few things about one of my favorite characters? Okay.
What makes her special is, I think, her personality. Her past experience is okay when it comes to originality, many cats have lost a sibling. (explained below) What I think is special about it? How she developed from that experience, and her willingness to change her fate. Despite how powerfully that traumatic time tried to destroy her, tried to make her a wreck, she took it and made it into something she can deal with.
She became a bit more sarcastic, maybe a bit more rude... Mostly, though, she has a bubbly attitude, and a fresh aura like walking outside on a spring morning, the crisp, just-rained air filling your lungs. Being around her can make you feel an odd sense of security, and the way she talks adds on to that feeling. She had a rough apprenticeship, but she'd never bring it up, ever. What's in the past is in the past, but she can't help but feel that Poppypaw's death is her fault. When she's not thinking about her sister, she is a pleasant cat t be around- to most anyway. She has built up a barrier from most insults thrown at her, if she's paying attention. She can be very sassy with warriors and apprentices, but overall kind and nurturing with kits and elders, though that definitely won't stop her from scolding them. When she cares about something enough to be focused, it's like she's deaf. It's hard to snap her out of something is she really cares for a cause, for instance, life or death. She will never forgive herself if she caused the death or didn't save them when she could've saved them.
Do I think she'd be perfect as a medicine cat? Well, no. No cat is perfect for a certain job.
Do I feel like she'd suffice? Sure. I think she has potential.

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It all started like this.
Canarypaw's emerald green-- fading to yellow-- eyes stung as she relived the sweet past, and as she remembered she was in the sour present. She remembered sneaking out at night to race with her sister across the winding marsh, the exhilarating feeling of the wind against her fur and her paws drumming across the damp ground. She remembered the games of find-the-prey with her sister, and after what felt like a moon of waiting, the feeling of her throat coming out of her muzzle when her sister drew near her clever hiding spot.

She remembered the final game they'd played.

"Cmon! One more game, please?"
"Poppypaw, we're apprentices! We can't play kit games anymore!"
"Canarypaw, you're about as fun as a pelt full of ticks."
"Okay, fine, whatever. This is the last time, though."
"You count first, since you're so-"
"One.. Two..."

Canarypaw counted to twenty. Once the time was up, she glanced around. She searched for a few minutes.
"Poppypaw, where are you?" Canarypaw called out to the unfamiliar terrain, unsure where her sister could hide.
"Poppypaw, I don't like this game anymore. I can't find you!" She called.
Only birds replied.
Canarypaw became a bit frantic.
"Poppypaw, I'm not joking! Come on!" Canarypaw called more urgently, in a squeaky, high-pitched voice.

She remembered running back to her Clan, alerting her her mother.
Now she's here.


She remembered simply loving too much, and refusing to believe she could never feel like that again. Being her first loss experienced in her lifetime from a cat close to her, she decided she couldn't go through that again. She resented needing to be restrained as she longed to reach her beloved sibling, and instead hearing her cries and pleas of helplessness that doesn't exist, and her sobbing parents attempted to block her from running into the wild to look for her.

Moons pass until Canarypaw finds out her sister was found dead, mauled by a Fox or badger.

"I can't do that again," she explained to her parents, whom she will not name.
"Bad things happen to every cat at some point, Canarypaw. Your sister happened to be on the fragile end of the stick with her disappearance. It's a feature of life we have to live with," her mother pointed out.
"Not if I can help," Canarypaw argued in a strained voice.
"You're already a warrior apprentice. You've worked so hard. Y-your dream..." Her father attempted to vocalize.
"My dream is to see to the promise that I won't let that happen to a cat. Never again," she interrupted.
"You can never make that wish come true. There are so many other qualified apprentices to fill the job," her mother reasoned softly.
"Then I guess the next best thing is to never let it happen to me. if you can't understand that is my one and only wish, then we aren't kin."
"Canarypaw, you've lost your mind."
I have, what am I thinking?
She remembered the cruel fate of her sister.
She remembered that if she were to become medicine cat apprentice, she'd be to blame in this situation.
"I have, haven't I?" She replied.

She never lost her dream, nor has she forgotten about her sister. She still just wants to help cats, not destroy them. Her daydreaming begins at this point, in which she fantasized about if her sister were there at certain milestones in her life. She fantasized to get her mind off her lost sibling. It was all she could do.

She eventually did make up with her parents, whom couldn't be prouder at her warrior ceremony. She knew, that day, she gave up her dream. Or so she thought.

The incident never "broke" her, but it sure did complicate things. Always something on her mind,
Always something to feel guilty about in some way.


She never brought up her sister, hating pity, and in an attempt to not spread her misery. She tried to be cheery for as long as possible.

At least she could spend her life being useful, not chasing a petty dream that wouldn't come true.
Someday, she'll see her sister again. Someday, she'll be happy again. Until then, she'll daydream of the perfect world that doesn't exist.



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[BEAR.]

Originally Posted by Honeyfeather

I Want to join but how

Read the original post.

[New Adventures]

Hi! I have never roleplayed in one of the cannon clans, but I hope I do well!))

Adroitmeow is a persuasive young longhaired silver n' darker speckled fellow with little skill with herbs, but determination to fix any problem that is within earshot. He is a smooth-talking tom who just loves to wriggle his way into everycat's business. His aeonian determination is one of the reasons he had been chosen as a medicine cat's apprentice, although it had been a tough uphill battle for him when learning what certain herbs do.

At a younger age, Adroitmeow could be described as a aesthete cat, always enjoying and taking in his surroundings. After his realization that he was lacking in skill of using herbs, his attitude of enjoying the beauty in life slowly died away as he fully immersed himself in his studies, to no avail. Adroitmeow started to lose faith, although his mentor always telling him if he just tried again, he would be able to figure it out. Adroitmeow started to feel alienated after realizing he could never have a mate or kits. He started to drift away from the other apprentices, until his mentor told him something he could never forget.

"Adroitpaw, you must realize you have duties to your clan. You promised them by becoming my apprentice that you would keep them as far away from death as possible. Remember, your future is decided by the things you do and create today rather than tomorrow. You only have this one life, and you must make it grand by making the lives of others the same. In return, you will have immense satisfaction in the fact that you helped. The fact that you helped make a life a little longer, that you helped let a cat see another day, or just by the fact that you could make a day a little brighter by making a cat's throat rid of the soreness that may have haunted it;the fact that you can keep them alive long enough to find new love, to receive their warrior name, to be greeted by Starclan and receive the suffix 'star'. And, even if you never have growth in skill, you have the power of speech, one of the most powerful things to be able to use."

After that, Adriotmeow tried his hardest to focus. He started sleeping less, scrambling the herbs just to reorganize them, begging his mentor for training, even at Moon-high. This took a serious toll on the speckled silver tom. It had been all for nothing, as he didn't make much improvement.

Adroitmeow received his full clan name soon after his mentor died, which had been considered untraditional and a disrespect to Starclan, since it had been preformed by the leader rather than his mentor. When his mentor died, the silver tom couldn't be as productive as he had promised them at death. Adroitmeow slowly lifted his own spirits when talking to Starclan at half-moon Moonpool trips, sharing tongues with his past mentor.

And that brings us to the present as Adroitmeow continues on his recovery, continuing to make mistakes and face problems on his way!

[Honeycrisp]

My notes and why I want to be a medicine cat of ShadowClan: I really like ShadowClan. Everybody thinks that they are foxhearted, when none of that is true. The warriors look bad because they have had some awful leaders in their time. And the Warrior code clearly states that the leader's word is law. So, for people that think that they don't follow the warrior code, well, they follow it just as loyally as ThunderClan, and respect their leader to not second guess.

I also have not had much experience with herbs, but I want to learn. I know herbs okay I mean, it's just, I can't ever play as a medicine cat because the role is usually filled, which makes me sad because they have as much importance as warriors.

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Bio:

Name: Deersplotch

Gender: She-cat

Personality: She is caring, considerate, brave, loyal, sometimes grumpy, and sometime a bit over protective. She is constantly doubting if she was meant to be a medicine cat, but she always knows deep down that that is what she was meant to do.

Mother: Partridgewhisker

Father: Thai (Kittypet)

Brothers: Firbranch

Sisters: None

Mate: None obviously

Kits: Same as mate

Description:

Eye Color: Blue

Main pelt color: Tan

Secondary color: Brown splotches

Other Colors: A bit of ginger

Markings: Brown splotches (Hence her name)

Breed: Bengal

Fur length: Short

Tail Length: Long

Structure: Lean and swift

Scent: Like a pine or oak forest

Paw Size: Small and delicate (Perfect for sorting herbs)

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(Well I guess I will do RP example now. Wish me luck. xD)

Deersplotch looked around ShadowClan camp. Her blue eyes sparkling as the green leaf sun bounced off of them. She looked over at her herb store. She poked her paw into the crevice, only bringing out brittle dried up leaves. She gave a small hiss. "How could I not notice that my herbs were running out!" She scolded herself. She padded out into the much stronger sun. "I have to go fetch herbs!" She called over her shoulder to Halestar. Her lithe paws instantly starting to run to the pine forest. The immense pines had their many branches intertwining, causing some of the sun to be blocked from the marshy floor below. Her paws made a satisfying squish sound as they hit the marshy floor. She saw some Horsetail. She gave a purr of satisfaction as she sped towards it. To her disappointment, it was mostly shriveled up except for a couple of stalks. She gave a small sigh as she gathered as much as she could before padding back to camp.
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Well, that is it! I am sorry that it is so long, but I was in a writing mood.

Good luck everybody that tried out! Bye bye! I will be eagerly awaiting to see who gets it.