ThunderClan Medicine Cat Applications

[Fawn]

ThunderClan Medicine Cat Applications

As the sidebar and Clan News suggest, ThunderClan is left without a medicine cat after Zerosight'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.

High Ranks are earned. ... To remain a candidate, demonstrate consistent activity over the course of the previous sixty days, abide by all Guidelines, and be an active, friendly, and contributing member of Warrior Cats Online.

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.
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.


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 March 11th, 2017 at 11:59 PM Eastern Time, and we will be selecting someone on March 12th, 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.

[Starfall]

That moment when you can apply your favorite kitty ;0;

Now Quick Question, What About Remorakit? Zero Chose Them To Become The Medicine Cat Apprentice.

Name
Daypaw {Soon to be either Daywatcher Or Dayberry}
Day: For his golden pelt and his uplifting personality

Watcher: His brother, Nightpaw is going to be Nightgazer, I just thought it was going to be cute~

Berry: Only If he's going to become a medicine cat~

Age
12 Moons

Gender
Male

Appearance
Daypaw is a muscular, golden tabby with stunning, ocean blue hues with hints of silver near the iris. He is an average height and has short, fluffy wind blown fur that is always sticking up in certain areas. He has darker golden tabby markings and is a very sturdy, well built tom with average muscles rippling beneath his fur.

Personality
Daypaw is an absolute optimist, always finding a reason to smile, no matter how small it may be. He loves to see other's smile and tries to make it his life goal to see others smile and to see other's happy. Although he is super positive you can anger him fairly easily if you push the right buttons, if you insult his family, if you bully other cats, or if you are disrespectful to anyone in general. He has an unquenchable thirst for knowledge, he's incredibly curious and wants to know about everything. If another cats needs help, and or wants an answer, he won't sugar coat it, he'll bluntly tell the truth because he believes that if you hold back the truth, even a little bit, you aren't truly learning the truth. Daypaw can be considered very pushy at times, constantly bugging the cat he's trying interact with, and he won't give up until he gets what he came looking for. He loves to help out other cats and most of all loves making new friends, and will even make a few enemies along the way with his strong opinions. He's not one to back down from a fight and will back up everything he believes in, even though he may make a few cats that will greatly dislike him, he'll still think of them as friends.

Why Do You Want This Role?
I've always wanted to have this child become a high rank, I have high hopes in him~

And I've always wanted to be a medicine cat, I love the fact that they know an immense amount of knowledge about herbs and that they're closely connected to starclan.

Other/Questions?:
Hmm I was thinking that once he has his ceremony, his supposed warriors ceremony, that's when he would become medicine cat....I hope that made sence /u\"

[Solstice_X]

Ginger molly, present yet aloof,
Kind, calm, thoughtful, friendly, and mature,
With her long fluffy pelt that goes poof,
Wonders if she should apply for sure.

Her past is here present, though vaguely so,
She thinks with a wondering green gaze,
About what she does and does not know,
That happened during the EE raze.

She knows her façade will only last,
As it can only bring her so far,
One can only hide so well their past,
As related to Eternalstar.

The memories of kithood long-lost,
She covers up her most daunting fact,
Which may be revealed at a big cost,
Should it be learned with a big impact.

She fears the reveal, though Starclan more,
Because they think of the chosen one,
Her secret still kept, though life in store,
This in the poem of Morningsun.

(No idea if this is poetically correct, but merh. Any who, good luck to anyone applying.~ ^o^)

[wren]

"The names Minkfur. Mink for the brown of my fur.. And fur for.. Um. Doesn't matter. Anyway I hear that zerosight is gone. Unfortunate I suppose. Need a new medicne cat? I'm going to regret this.. But.. I'm open"
...

Welcome.

"Why hello! I'm minkfur if you haven't noticed. Yes. I'm from thunderclan. Asking me about myself? Well. I'm a warrior of Thunderclan. Honeslty, I'm sorta an elder. Yes I am actually only 15 moons old. IM NOT SLACKING! Geese. You guys are so judgemental you know that? You didn't even wait for an explanation! I don't want to explain it now... Okay fine!!! When I was an apprentice I experienced some.. Breathing issues. They thought I had greencough. Scary huh? Well no. I had what the twolegs call asthma. I didn't learn this until moons later. In fact I was prepared to die of green cough at that point. Then I became a warrior! How lucky of me! I couldn't run, I couldn't hunt, I couldn't climb I was practically useless. Then it was explained to me through a loner I met on my way to catch up with a patrol. I had fallen behind due to.. Breathing issues. Sure they were on clan territory unquestioned and wandering but I was curious. Anyway the point is he told me I got this thing called 'asthma' yes, yes I'll get into it just let me tell the story! So the patrol came back looking for me and before the loner finished he vanished. The patrol escorted me back and I enjoyed the rest of the day in camp. So I searched for that same loner again, long story short I found him and he told me the rest of the details. How I have a hard time breathing and that I suffer from lack of physical ability without help with my breathing. It sucked. I was a new warrior and now my life crashed down around me. Now I hang around with all these old cats and feed of prey I should be catching. I'm unsure if there's a cure yet but if there is.. I'm going to find it!
...

*Looks at him. But your visually impaired.... *

My looks? You've got eyes in that head of yours now don't you? Oh. Right. Visually impaired. Excuse that last comment. Well... My legs are pretty long which would have been great for running if I- did I trail off? Sorry. Well my legs are very long I'd say. They support my thick torso covered in mor thick fur. My tail is pretty average length and so is my neck. My ears are kinda big though. That's not to cool. Anayways my eyes are a steel blue colour. Fur? Oh yes. My torso, face, tail, chest, back and part of my legs are brown. While my ears, legs, underbelly, and a straight line down my back are black. A black and brown combination. I look pretty cool. Again my body is well equipped to be a stellar athletic acrobatic master of both hunting and fighting.. Asthma brings me down. Though there's nothing I could possibly do. So why complain! Right? Anyway with my big floppy ears Long legs and thick well built torso mashed into one I don't look awful, but I'm no handsome Tom. My eyes are a deep dark green almost like the pine trees I see on Shadowclan territory. Personality? Well that's a tough one. I'll get back to you on that. What else do you want to know? DARKFOREST?! EE?!? No. Never in a million years would I bow down to those fox hearted cowards! I believe starclan is the way of righteousness. Of truth and justice. No clan should be run in fear! It's wrong and quite frankly just... Weird. Things have been going fine with starclan and the believers and yet to ripple the pond you just poke the bear like that?
...

In all brutal honesty, I would much rather die knowing I gave my life for the well being of others rather then die of old age knowing I did nothing to help. I understand that my defect brings me down, but I am determined to get over it. To hurdle this obstacle and the ones to come. If medicne cat isn't for me, which honestly I hope it isn't. I will strive to find another way to impact thunderclan in a way the greats used too. Assuming I have a good work ethic, I can buckle down and get a task done if I want too. It's just who I am. I will suck it up and jump in. Carry the heavy load for someone. Nobody owes me, it's my thing you know. If I do something for you, cover for you or lie for you it means there's nothing on you. Don't sweat it. I am honest. Even though it hurts me to say things so brutally honest it hurts someone I can't help it, if someone's being rude I will come in and intervene. I hate when the small guys are picked on. Maybe my asthma taught me that but I despise it. I have serious anger issues. Yes, I'm not going to lie. If you taunt me I will warn you before hand. Run. I have little self control when I snap and I may hurt people I may not want to hurt on purpose. Not only will it hurt me, but you as well. I am silent. I often keep things to myself. I do cheer for new warriors and apprentices but I do not go and congratulate them following. Not because I don't like them but because they alreayd had enough welcomes. I do not tend to add my own thoughts in even though I have many. I have a sharp mind. I would consider myself quite smart. I'm no mouse brain and I sure as heck no smarter then starclan. But I'm smart in other ways nontheless. I have a sharp sense of keen judgement. I can make choice like that. *snaps imaginary apposable thumbs* you see I'm a cat that can work under pressure. I can make good choices in a limited amount of time with few failed estimates. I'm a counsellor. I enjoy giving other's advice, and quite frankly I believe I'm good at it. I like to hear others problems to listen and learn about them in order for me to help make those hard choices or contribute to their well being. I can listen to them, not talk but listen to what they have to say first. I'm WILL NOT whine. I can do it myself, I'm not going to say it's to hard. I'll try and try and try until my days are exhausted out of me. I hardly rest when there's a task at paw. I must complete it. I'm approachable. Though I seem stern and all stuck up, I do enjoy meaningful conversation with others. It's this that draws others near. I have a certain tolerance, if I loose a Lauren which I do not intend to do I will take the grief and set it on my own shoulders. But I do know that a strong medicine cat must look past failures and learn.

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Negative traits with Darkstride

Now for the negatives. With his honesty, comes a great burden he carries. He doesn't try, not at all. He regrets being as honest as he is when this happens. Which is pretty sparse. He snaps at others for not knowing things, though he will quickly explain how sorry he is and beg forgiveness. [ because he knows it, and has known it for so long he will have a hard time understanding why the cat cannot understand therefor gives out to his frustration ] when devoting his effort and energy into friendships and relationships with others he tends to come of strong, he wants things to work well and when they don't he has a hard time comprehending why they didn't work well. Extroverted, he often conflicts with other personalities. Mostly introverted felines. He will invite them out to get some qaulity time, to know each other to be in crowds where he is energized but they are not. Again he will come on strong in this aspect as well. When he does happen to hurt somebody's feelings he tends to over exaggerate. To become depressed and then beg, down on the the ground and beg for forgiveness. He wants everyone content and happy. Minkfur also doesn't relize it yet but when he fails to please someone who wants nothing more but for him leave, he gets awful depressed and puts that cats problems on himself. Feeling that cats guilt. With his ability to to counsel others, to help and guide them being smart and all he struggles to figure out his own problems. He doesn't like the idea of medicne cat. It's something he never really took interest too, he was young and wiling to be a part of this world and become the greatest warrior thunderclan's ever seen. Alas when he found out this asthma thing he was struggling to adapt. His world collided with his dreams and they both shattered. It made him bitter, non approachable for a moon or so. When given bad news he tends to seclude himself. To go away from open oaws and warm hearts to mourn or to regret. He rings everything down on himself therefor punishes himself for it. He has good intellect, he won't lord that over you but he will speak with high class words some may not understand and sigh when some cat looks confused. It makes cats nervous around him sometimes. But his approachability makes up for that lacking subject.

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Would you have ever considered being a medicne cat?

If the point of these questions is to be honest, then no. I didn't even know zerosight existed let alone reckonise we even had a medicne cat. I really don't think it's so Important. Wouldn't it be cool if the elders learned to heal within their free time so we had much more healers rather than two? Well who am I to judge? I don't lead the clans. Besides it doesn't intrigue me at all. Except for one little nagging feeling of worth.

What do you think that nagging is?

Well, I knew I always wanted to supply. To give and give and give to those around me. It's who I am deep down, unfortunately my whole body won't cooperate meaning... I am truly useless. Medicne cats are supposed to dedicate their knowledge to help the clan. I want to contribute but my body won't work, this. This is my only option.

Would you do your job?

If I was a medicne cat.. *sigh* yes. I would hate it though. I'd be surrounded by whinny warriors who couldn't suck up a bee sting or something. I'd reluctantly do what I must in order to provide what's best for thunderclan. Whatever it takes. Even if it means dealing with an endless amount of whining.

Would you be interested?

Nope. Honeslty it doesn't seem like me. It's a compelling choice I would make between life of smelly plants or sweet warm nests and free food. Which would make me feel all guilty for doing nothing.. Even though it seems I'm capable. Either way I'm not so interested, again it be reluctance and I would deny any claims to my role if need be. I just don't want this guilt.
It's the guilt that would make me do it. I myst help even if it's something I don't enjoy.

Would you end up dedicating everything you know in order to help?

What a Mouse brained question! Of course. I wouldn't miss helping the clan for all the power of thunderclan. I do believe I'm quite qualified even though reluctant to take on such a responsibility. I do believe I am smart, so figuring these things out to contribute won't be much a problem as life progresses.

How much am I around? [ activity ]

Um. Odd question but I'm around the clans quite often. 3.2 posts per week. Roughly. I just sort of appear in other cats lives and do stuff for them. Anywho no big deal. Just like dreaming. I get front row seats to the lives of other cats around me.

Why is Minkfur the best for this role? Why is he not the ordinary medicine cat?

Um. Sorry but I don't really think this is a valid question to ask me.

*sub question answer*
Minkfur doesn't seem to enjoy the medical field. Of course not. Being the young sparky cat he is [ or was after finding out what's wrong ] he didn't want to waste his life on such a thing. But he feels there's something wrong with becoming an elder so young. With this value of his, believing he must contribute to the clan in some way in order to be worth while to keep in thunderclan. This is his only option without living a life of agony.


Whats your view on starclan?

Well. You see I'm not the strongest of believers. Makes it hard to think of me as a medicine cat? You wouldn't trust me. But.. I do believe what I need too in order for thunderclan to be okay. I'll confide in them for safety and security but it's unlikely I'll be the strongest of believers. I'll get an apprentice or something and tell them to believe in starclan for me. Trust me though, there is no dark forest mouse brained ideas in this head. Nu uh.

[ the sass ]


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[spade]

I'll be applying via a story excerpt. I hope this is okay, and if not please let me know and I will tweak it. c: I also have used a character that was once ThunderClan's first medicine cat as part of this application, and all credit for the character goes to the rightful owner hami; I take no credit for the name and rank of this cat, that is completely towards the aforementioned amazing creator of this cat. I simply used him to add authenticity to this form. If or when this is deemed not okay, I shall edit this form immediately. - Lilly

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A full moon floated above the forest in a dark black sky, it's illuminating glow casting it's light to it's surrounding stars. Wisps of clouds were seen here and there, but were far and few between as the stars began to twinkle one by one in the night sky. Below in the forest, only the sound of humming crickets could be heard, and the almost inaudible rush of a cold wind that was brewing. A thin layer of snow still covered the moonlit clearing, although it had stopped falling from the sky for the time being. Everything looked cast with a magical glow, lighting up the places where the night moon could not reach.
​Suddenly, two bushes shook on the far end of the clearing and out stepped a Moonpaw, her crystal blue gaze taking on a lighter hue under the moonlight. "Mother? Are you here?" she called in a soft, hesitant voice, it's tone echoing across the deserted moorland. She'd decided to come alone, leaving her best friend Leopardpaw at the border despite fleeting questions that still felt as though they were nipping at her heels. Ever since she had her mysterious conversation with Surgestorm, chills has penetrated her fur and had the young apprentice on edge, despite the peace that had consistently proven her wrong.
Instantly, her good eye detected movement on the other side of the clearing, and a small gasp could be heard as an familiar figure stepped forward. Though the WindClan apprentice had not ever seen her while she was alive and breathing, Moonpaw felt a tug at her heart, and knew that this was the cat she had come to find. "Mom...?" she questioned, although she was already sure of the answer. The figure just stood, smiling as she remained silent. Stars lit up her transparent fur, but there were faint splashes of color, and the faintest of outlines that pointed towards her heritage as a WindClan cat. Beside her, the bushes rustled once more as another figure stepped out, coming to stand next to the first starry feline. Moonpaw shifted her gaze to the unfamiliar figure, not having recognized it before. Though they were both StarClan warriors, she failed to detect a scent difference. This cat could've been from any Clan, or even an outsider for all the young molly knew. "Who are you?" she asked, her one good blue orb round as she leaned forward, her curiosity getting the better of her.
Both figures glanced at each other, before the familiar one spoke first. "Oh, Moonpaw. I'm so happy that this day has come," the she-cat purred, and stepped forward. Now in a better light, Moonpaw could clearly see she had been right about the cat's identity, and a rush of happiness flooded her from ears to tail-tip.
"Mother!" the young cat cried and ran forward, pushing her head into the soft fur of her Birdflight, birth mother, letting her scent wash over her as she squeezed her eyes shut. It had felt like ages since she had last dreamt of her mother. Not since the night of her accident... The night that her dream of being a warrior had been taken from her...
Loud purring could be heard from both cats as Moonpaw stepped away, looking up with a huge grin on her maw. "I've missed you, mom. I thought you had left after..." she began, but trailed off and looked down, shame crashing over her as she hid her scarred face from her mother.
"Young Moonpaw. I could never leave you," Birdflight reassured her, touching her nose to the white and black she-cat's forehead softly.
Moonpaw let out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding, and lifted her head, tears welling at the rims of her good eye.
"I tried to hard to gain it back, mother. I-I'm still trying, despite what Blazingstar and Surgestorm say. I want to - no, I need - to be a warrior like you." The desperation in her voice made her tone crack towards the end, and it was evident how broken the attack had left Moonpaw. It was something she still carried with her, and could remember it clear as day... The sharp claws of the badger as it swung at her. The black spots that clouded her vision as she lay, helpless, while her Clanmates fought the creature off... The long, tedious days in her uncle's den as she fought the mental battle to get back to being a regular apprentice, something that she would soon learn was out of the cards for her.
The WindClan apprentice shook her head as if to shake off the bad memories like they were clinging cobwebs. Her mother simply smiled. "You were never meant to be a warrior," she stated softly, and Moonpaw's gaze snapped into focus, ears raising forward.
"What do you mean?" Moonpaw echoed, not understanding what her mother meant by that. A slight chuckle left Birdflight's lips as she glanced behind her at the second figure that had remained silent during their reunion. It stepped forward, and offered the same warm smile towards Moonpaw. "You don't know me, young one, but my name is Enchantedmoon. I was ThunderClan's first medicine cat, many many moons ago. I have continued to watch over the countless medicine cats that had since followed in my pawsteps, and will continue to do so." The regal looking tom paused, as if to let this sink in. Moonpaw, however, continued to just stare up at him, her blue eye as round as little saucers. The strange tom and her mother exchanged an amused look before he continued on. "Zerosight, StarClan bless his soul, has decided to step down as ThunderClan's full medicine cat, retiring to the elder's den. Since it is so soon after the evil era, we cannot waste a second without appointing someone in his place. You, young Moonpaw, like your mother said, were never meant to be a warrior. Although we imagined you to be WindClan's next medicine cat, we simply cannot deny... that ThunderClan desperately needs a paw to step up." As his second point drew to a close, a wind howled in the distance, and Moonpaw shivered - but whether it was from the cold, or what she feared would come out of Enchantedmoon's mouth next, she couldn't tell.
A look of confidence crossed both cat's faces as the old ThunderClan ancestor opened his jaws to speak once more. "It has been shown to us that you, Moonpaw, are meant to be ThunderClan's next medicine cat."
Despite the night being still around her, Moonpaw felt as though the ground beneath her had split in to, and everything was shaking. Breathing became hard, and all of a sudden the young molly felt dizzy, as if she had just ran around in circles. ThunderClan's medicine cat? Not meant to be a warrior? The she-cat blinked, shaking her head and backing up, refusing to let the words even hit her ears. She had a duty to WindClan, though! She had to stay loyal! "B-But what about my Clan? I'm a WindClan cat! I can't just leave!" At the same moment, something felt oddly right about hearing those words. She had never really built a firm foundation in WindClan, outside from her uncle and father, and Leopardpaw. But moving to ThunderClan? That just seemed downright absurd!
Meanwhile, Enchantedmoon and Birdflight exchanged another humorous look between them, almost as if they were speaking without words. "We've already informed Surgestorm. He knew this day was coming too." Both cats turned to look at Moonpaw, who was looking back and forth between them as if they had both sprouted wings before her eyes. A nervous bolt of lightening kept the apprentice's paws rooted to the ground, unable to move, as she stared at the two. "I can't leave..." she repeated, this time in a softer tone as she looked at her paws. Below, there was a puddle of water that had gathered in a small dip in front of her paws. In it, she could see her reflection - scarred face an all - and studied it. Soon, both Birdflight and Enchantedmoon joined her, all three reflections staring back up from the pool.
"It's your destiny, Moonpaw. Only through the dark side of the Moon will peace finally be regained among the Stars."
Moonpaw closed her eyes, oddly enough finding comfort among the words that both Enchantedmoon and Birdflight spoke. For once, her heart didn't race and she began to let herself imagine the possibility that opened up before her. ThunderClan's medicine cat... Of course, it would be challenging, but something urged Moonpaw that this was what she was meant to do with the rest of her life. She had been so hopeless, searching for a way out of the darkness once the dust had settled from the vicious attack that had left her blind in one eye. Searching for a reason to stay alive, amongst the Clans... Maybe this was it.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, Moonpaw lifted her head and opened her remaining good eye. A new light seemed to glow from within its crystal depths, and she rested it on both of the StarClan cats in front of her. "Okay." she mewed simply, her voice more firm and confident than before. A smile passed between Enchantedmoon and Birdflight, and they both nodded.
"Go to the Starcave tomorrow, at moonhigh. Zerosight and Gyrestar will be there waiting. We'll send Surgestorm with you," mewed Enchantedmoon, while Birdflight looked barely able to contain her excitement as her daughter's destiny was finally revealed to her.
As both cats turned to go away, Moonpaw felt compelled to ask one more question. "Enchantedmoon? Mom?" she called, stopping both cats. She swallowed a lump that had formed in her throat before continuing. "I'll see you again, won't I?"
A few moments of silence passed, before Birdflight turned her head around, smiling towards her daughter. "We will always be with you," she breathed, her scent seeming to splash up against Moonpaw, and the young apprentice closed her eye, breathing it in one last time as both figures began to fade away.
When Moonpaw reopened her eye, a new flame seemed to burn within her. She was to be the next ThunderClan medicine cat. "I'll make you proud. Both of you," she murmured to the breeze, turning her gaze upwards towards the moon that floated, full, in the sky above her. The stars twinkled once more, as if saying a final farewell, and Moonpaw closed her eye again, for once feeling warmth reside within the depth of her once cold soul.

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I first created Moonpaw as a tribute to my grandmother, who passed away last year. I had been in a bad writers block that had pretty much all but stopped me from roleplaying altogether. But out of my grief, came the birth of Moonkit. She was so innocent, so sweet and genuine, and it took me a little bit to realize that I had created my grandmother; an eternal form of her that would live on in my writing. She was the one to first inspire me to write. To write to my heart's content. She would spend countless amounts of money to provide me with ample writing supplies and reading material - of course, including the Warrior's series. Once I came across this revelation, I became instantly attached to Moonkit.
As Mooonkit transitioned into Moonpaw, I felt more attached to her than ever. To me, she had flowered into more than a memory of my grandmother, but also a representation of a new hope and life that filled me. Moonpaw was the character that helped me learn about myself as a writer and roleplayer, and to this day is the most genuine character I have ever created. She is humble and shy, sweet and kind, stubborn and confident, gentle and loving. She is the embodiment of what a true medicine cat would need to be. She is who I want to be when I go into the medical field myself. She is, to be quite precise, the moon that lit up my world when it was dark, and continued to light the pathway for my own path in life.

[dino.]

Shadowsong is a black tom with beautiful blue eyes. He is very kind and caring. However, he is also a bit persistent, constantly asking if cats are ok, and if they need help. This makes him slightly annoying, but they all know he means well. He can be grumpy at times, especially in leaf-bare, and during that time he will snap at anyone who so much as brushes their tail along his flank. This always comes as a shock for the Clan, who are used to his kind nature. He doesn't like kits much, and when they come near him, he kinda scoots away a few paces. He doesn't like the idea of having an apprentice, but will take one if he has too.
He does have a disability. He's blind. He's been like this since he was a kit, and although he made it halfway down the line in warrior training, he decided it just wasn't for him. "The scents of the medicine den always drew me closer," says Shadowsong. "I always loved to poke my head in and take a sniff."
Shadowsong is 23 moons old, making him quite young to be medicine cat. He does get teased sometimes by other cats of the clans when he goes to Gatherings, but that doesn't stop him from continuing to do what he loves most.

[Silhouettes]

Clearsong is a Red Somali Cat with bright morning yellow eyes. Her colors are of like the Abyssinian Cat, but with longer and feathery fur that creates a bushy tail. Though, a downfall remains; her back left leg became crooked and lame in the Second Evil Era. Because of this 'incident' that accurred in a fight with a Dark Forest Follower, the molly can be 'grump.' She isn't that open, and when she is, Clearsong has a feisty aura to her. She genuinely despises any 'evil' cats, blaming any of them for what happened to her leg. Her fur is a medium cut. She has a little of a 'mane' on her neck, and her tail seemed to be a pointed feather-like at the end. The color of the end of it is more of a smeared, darker color than the rest, though her ears have the same apperance.

Despite her behavior, if you can get past her shell, Clearsong is friendly and kind; but only to close cats. But, if she is insulted, the grump will go full-hearted angry. Though, she never liked fighting and violence, even if her longer-than-normal claws keep an advantage hanging over her head. The molly generally doesn't like feeling someone's bloody wound after you rip into the flesh; and on purpose. Clearsong had always wondered one thing; why must all four clans fight and kill, when they could end the death and hurt with simple words? Why must we live like this? But, again, what would life hold, and cats would go soft, thinking there life was a perfect breeze.

[vellichor]

Edit: Nevermind, I've only been here two weeks... ☹️

[monfang]

CRAZY is his first name! in HEART, a kitten he remains!

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Crazyheart is a fairly crazy elder with a bit of bounce to him. He can sometimes even be seen chanting something stupid and just laying in the middle of the clearing doing his own thing. He has an oddly good knowledge on herbs, from his trips to the territory and has even traveled to the lost turf. But even so Crazyheart has one problem. He's not really crazy. In reality this tom is quite smart and wise, mostly like Rafiki in Lion King, and even much so he is just that one elder who won't ever grow from his kitten self. However his wisdom earns him props and so makes up for it. But, this cat is not your typical warrior. He has always hated fighting and so whenever a fight is seemingly taking place he seeks a good tree to climb and hunker down 'till everything has blown over. He 'meditates' alot, always keeping to himself. He's asexual, but he does adopt kits, for he would be a great dad, however he is not ever going to take on a mate. He just doesn't think it's right. So, he has no legacy except for his brother's kits and that is about it. People could question his loyalty from his long trips to the old turf but he believes the only place that can handle him is Thunderclan, so where else would he- COULD he go? Nonetheless he is nothing but that one old man every kid loves for his child-like behavior and his amazing wisdom. Give him sometime and almost anyone would adopt this tom as a grandfather, more than anything else. Keep in mind this tom, however doesn't have a stable mind and is on the crazy side. His mother nicknamed him Crazy, for when he was a kit he would run everywhere and be just a crazy fluff ball. He still does. Oh, yes he may be old but no one said age meant you are weak! This tom can fight like nobody's business and would still act his kit-like self. But that can also lead to his demise if he isn't careful. So, he is very sweet to every cay, young and old, and would treat everyone the same, as an equal, even the leader. He never think anyone to be different or bad, even if they are training under Dark Forest. He believes it's a choice, even so one they will regret later, but theirs nonetheless, and he is always helping out when he can with the little stuff, like hunting and patrolling, although he doesn't like the patrolling as it could lead to a fight. He always gives second chances, which for him is bad for second chances always lead to third, fourth, fifths, and so on. And though many try to tell him of this he says if offers them a chance to be better, when they aren't, really. But all he is, is a friendly, kit-like, wise, old elder tom who would rather flight then fight and would always play with kits and help others. Give him time and he'd make you laugh and happy as well, even if you don't see is kit-like behavior worthy of a warrior.

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As the old elder walked into the clearing after another moon trip to the old turf, a lone kit padded up to him and stared at him, blinking it's big blue eyes at him. He tilted his head then smiled. "Hello, there little one, may I help you?" he asked. The kit smiled and purred. "May I go into the territory?" it asked. Crazyheart let out a huge chuckle and then nuzzled the kit back to the nursery. "Follow me." he said softly. The kit did so and Crazyheart smiled down on it, then they began to walk to the nursery. "Look, youngin. I heard a really cool rumor. If you stay in the nursery and clearing like a good kit, guess what you get." he said, and the kit's eyes widened. "What?" it asked, curiosity lacing it's voice. "StarClan gives you the ability to be able to become leader someday. Not just any kit gets this, you must follow all the rules your mother makes." he said, and the kit gasped. "Really?! You think so?!" it asked. "I know so." he purred and nudged the kit into the nursery. "Remember what I said." he said with a smile. The kit nodded.
"I will!" it replied and bolted into the nursery. Crazyheart smiled at the kit and chuckled.

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Crazy is a male golden brown tortie munchkin with medium to long fur and golden eyes. Obviously, he has short legs ad a long, slender body. He has little speed and strength but he can climb well, however since he doesn't fight the tree climbing is very useful. He is also a great tracker, which gives half of his hunting skills but he can't really jump so he usually just tracks and has someone else take the prey. He has a good nose and a wobbly, stubby and short-strided gait and a long fluffy tail that towers over him. The mixtures of white, light silver-grey, golden brown and light brown in his pelt plus his golden eyes give him a beautiful look and he is always found with a smile.

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Good luck to those who apply, and best of wishes! I'm sure mine will be beat by a mile!

"My the odds be ever in your favor."

[Starfall]

Aahh, good luck everyone, I'm rooting for you all

*you accidentally bump into a golden tabby tom*

"Oh, oh my goodness I'm sorry, I shouldn't be standing in the middle of the clearing." He chuckled, his blue hues lit up the moment he saw you, they danced with excitement and curiosity "I don't believe I've ever seen you around before, well, hello! My name's Daypaw, so nice of you to join Thunderclan. Do you need a tour?" he asked, his tail tip flicked as he awaited an answer from you.

*You have a feeling you wouldn't be able to get away, so you say yes*

Daypaw's face lit up, a big grin fourmed from cheek to cheek, it was his favorite things to do, he loved to help newbies, they were potential friends to him. He jumped to his paws and begins to walk away, but quickly stops and turned to look at you "Ah wait, you probably want to know a little more about me don't you?" he chuckled, his whiskers quivered with curiosity.

*you decide to give it a shot and you nod your head*

Daypaw smiles, his golden pelt even seems to lighten up the clearing "Great! Hmm, I'll tell you the General information about me, I'm about 12 moons old, about to become a warrior, I have a brother, his name is nightpaw, um... I, I believe that's it...so...time to move onto questions!" he yipped, his tail flicked back and fourth, he may have been a little too excited about this.

*you ask him about his name*

The golden tabby cocked his head to the side, confusion evident on his face "My....name? Oh! You don't really know the way the clan works do you? Well, I was named daypaw because my mother's name was Morningdust, and for my golden pelt. Paw is something I have to have in my name, it's to let others know that I'm an apprentice, but it'll change once I become a warrior" he stated, a sweet smile evident on his face.

*you ask him what his warrior name will be*

He let out a snort and laughed "I have no clue, I don't get to choose what my warrior name will be. But it would be cool if it was Dayhum oh or even Daywatcher!" he giggled, his ocean blue hues danced with amusement as he looked you square in the face.

*you ask about other ranks*

His whiskers quivered and he nodded "Oh yes, there are many different ranks, there's the leader, you usually know when a cat's a leader because they usually have the word 'star' like Blazingstar, or Russetstar. Then there's the deputy, they're second in charge, they have normal warrior names. Then there's the medicine cat, they heal the hurt ones and are more spiritually connected to our warrior ancestors, Starclan. Then there's their apprentice, they're learning about herbs, what herbs to use for certain injuries, they're kinda like normal apprentices, except they're learning about healing instead. You already know a little bit about warriors and apprentices, I don't think I need to explain that to you." he said, he let out huff and sat himself out.

*you ask him if he wishes to become a medicine cat*

The golden tabby's blue hues light up, he jumped to his paws and smiled widely "Of course I do! I want to become a medicine cat more than I want to be a leader. I have a deep respect for medicine cats, they always know how to help other cats and they get to talk to the ones that no longer walk on our earth, they talk with our ancestors who walk on stars. I just- ah, I just find them amazing." he yipped his tail lashed back and fourth and he was shifting his weight from paw to paw "They know so much, they're usually the one with answers. I want to know as much as them, I want to help other's as much as them! If I were to become a medicine cat it would be a challenge! That's one of the main points as to why I wish to become a medicine cat, I don't want it to be easy, I want to be challenged, if it's easy, then I'm not learning anything." he explained, his fur fluffed up from excitement.


*you hear a little bit about his brother, you decide to insult him*

The crisp morning air seemed to get even colder, his once warm inviting blue hues turned to cold, angry, and danced with menace "I would adivise you against insulting the ones I care for, I'm lenient about you insulting me, but I won't let you insult those I hold dear." he said cooly, no smile, to frown, no snarl evident in his voice, just a warning. His muscles rippled beneath his golden fur as he dug his claws into the ground, seething and unseating his claws.

*you shrink back and decide to watch what you say. You then ask about his opinion on life*

His stern, cold gaze changed to a warm joyous smile "Well, if you look at it in a positive view, your life will be positive. If you look at it in a negative view, it'll be negative. Usually when something bad he opens to me I continue to move, I refuse to sit still and watch everything unfold before me. I'll move even if I'm moving backwards, it lets me retrace my steps and try to find a different way to go about the problem....am I making sense?" he questioned, a goofy grin plastered on his face.

*you ask him why he wants to become a medicine cat*

Daypaw turned his gaze down to his paws and shuffles them "I want to be able to save other cats lives, I want to be able to answer other cats questions, and I want to be able to speak with the cation Starclan. All I do is fight and hunt, but there's more to life than that, I can feel it. I know there's more to my life than just hunting and fighting, physical work, i want to try out those other ways, use my brain for other things, bigger things. I want the challenge, I want to feel that fear, I want to be stressed. I don't want to just float trough life, I want to be challenged and see just how much I can take. I also love the feeling I get when someone asks me a question, and I have the answer, I love the look on their face, I love the warmth I feel in my heart. It's something I truly wish to do." he says, a whistful expression was on his face, pure hope and seriousness shone in his eyes.

*You ask him what the EE was*

The golden tabby flattened his ears and his tail stopped twitching "The Evil Era was.....an awful time for us Starclan believers, evil cats killed innocents, and corrupted the young, they spread like a disease. Evil leaders led the clan, told lies, weakened those who believed. But Starclan sent us saviors, they sent us a clan, Skyclan, Starclan believers. Skyclan helped us fight back, and thus, the evil era ended." he said, there wasn't a smile on his face, but there wasn't a frown either, it was neutral, accepting "If I'm being honest, I'm quite glad it happened, we needed something like that to happen to us, it serves us as a great lesson." he purred, his smile and the twinkle in his eye came back.

*you hear the leader call your name and realize that it's time for you to leave. You dip your head and thank him for his time*

Daypaw smiles widely at you and dipped his head "I'm very happy I got to meet you, and I'm happy that we became friends! Next time we meet it's your turn to tell me about you!! May Starclan light your path." he called, his blue hues twinkled with joy and sadness, he truely didn't wish for you to go, but he knew you must.

*you walk away with a little skip in your step as you remember the blue eyed golden tabby, sitting in the clearing, smiling and playing with those all around him*