You see a cat, who has this odd look on his face. At a second glance,
you see that his face was odd, and not just a facial expression. You then see the cat coming towards you, and you wonder why.
"I'm here for the interview." The cat said.
"Yeah, right. First question, what's your name?"
"Gullwatcher." He said, with a sarcastic tone, which was odd.
"And would you care to tell me how you got that name?"
"I don't really know, because my mother died before she told me. She hated me anyways." Gullwatcher droned, not really showing any emotion.
"Okay... What would you describe yourself as?"
"The smart one. Most don't like me, but I don't really care. Some might call me slightly crazy, and I agree with that. I guess that just happens when you get older."
"What do you mean by that?"
"The only person who is prepared for when the world is going to end." He replied.
"I'm not going to ask you what you mean by that."
"But you're the interviewer... you're supposed to ask me questions." He said as a questioning look appeared on his face.
"So, you are the type of person that answers questions with questions,
I see. So do you get along with others?"
"I like to pretend that others don't exist."
"Okay... what's your view on Starclan?"
"I think they exist, but they're really the evil ones. Not that the place of no stars is better. Don't even get me started on them." Gullwatcher said.
"What do you think is the one trait you need to be a medicine cat?"
"Determined."
"That's all?"
"That's the one trait." He droned, not really showing emotion.
"Do you believe that the leaders are meant to lead?"
To be honest, I don't really care. But I will start caring when they start telling us to do stuff that is against the warrior code."
"So, you mentioned the code. What do you think about rules?"
"Well, to me, some rules ore there for a reason. Some rules are meant ot be broken, some meant to be bent, and the rest are just not even supposed to be there at all." Gullwatcher replied.
"So, how old are you exactly?"
"51 moons."
"The last question! D you think that you are fit to be Shadowclan's medicine cat?"
"Ummmmm... I guess. I mean, if someone forced me to do it, or I was the only one capable of doing it, then I would go. Anyways... I think that I would be fit for the job, and it would be a fun experience." He said,
looking sort of relieved that the interview was over.
"I lied! This is the last question! Was I a good interviewer?"
"You are living, so you were horrible. Anyways, you lied, and I hate it when people lie. I just wish that everyone would come out and say that this is their plan, and everyone would be fine! I think that if people did that, then the clans would be a much better place. Oh, I'm sorry? Did I go ranting again? I'm sorry." He replied. "Not really." Gullwatcher mumbled afterwards.
"Well, thanks for coming!"
"I would say your welcome to be polite, but I'm not polite." He retorted, his voice fading away as he went off into the distance.
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