Shadowclan Medcat Apprentice Applications

[graves]

yo, its kaleb

so if youve seen lately my posts have been growing slow, but im still trying to keep up. Things are getting overwhelming for me and id like to focus on other characters too ! and i feel like im focusing too much on daydream, so i need an apprentice to help balance things out.

daydream has gone through a lot. theyre best friend died, adoptive mother, and lost so much more. they will be fairly picky when choosing the cat that will heal shadowclan. they also hate starclan to an extent, and are overall bitter.

HERE (https://kingkalebswarriors.weebly.com/daydream.html) is their page just in case.

anyways, guidelines !

• Do NOT quote this post. I like to keep things organized. Your application will not count if you quote.
• Im looking for a unique plot concept in a cat. For instance, Daydream has nightmares and hates starclan, which creates a lot of plot. a great personality would be great too. something that defines their character and sticks out.
• Keep this thread for applications and "good luck" s only.
•doesnt have to be a kit, it could be a elder, warrior, even a queen for all i care ! i dont discriminate.
•Doesnt HAVE to be from shadowclan, they can have any background, but yes, they have to be apart of the clan.
•Im not giving you a form to fill out. I want you to get creative. Your applications must include description of the characters name,gender, appearance, and a feel for what their personality is. NO INTERVIEWS ALLOWED. GET MORE CREATIVE. any use of FORMS WILL BE UNCONSIDERED.
•your cat cant be homophobic, transphobic, ect. or fuzz family.
•Must have been an active member for atleast 2 months. also, just because you may have had an hr before doesnt mean i wont pick you ! you are just as equal, just make sure you have fulfilled your cool-down time.
•Just because this finder is up, doesnt mean i will chose from it, I may hand pick someone if it seems nessesary or nobody at all, it depends. please no belly aching.
•type the word "woly poly" at the END of your APPLICATION if you read through all of this.
• over all just looking for a personality that will be compadiable with daydreams personality !


CLOSING DATE: FEBRUARY 20th
CHOOSING DATE: FEBRUARY 22nd

make any last changes/edits to your forms by the 20th! any forms edited after this point will not be read at all.

thank you for reading/applying x
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[loupnoir]

minkpaw
[minkkit, minkmouth]
7 moons
xe/xer [tom, genderqueer]
questioning
megalomaniac

egocentric. non-empathetic. oriented. envious. perfectionist. shameless.

egocentric.

if it hasn't been made clear already, minkpaw things that xey are much better than everyone else and are extremely boastful. xey believe that xey are more beautiful than anyone else, inside and out. xe goes through a lot to make this obvious, always talking about xemselves and how much better than everyone else they are, and how much xey love xemselves. xey never talk someone else up, rather talk them down for the sake of xemselves.

non-empathetic.

minkpaw cares very little about any other cat or animal. xey only care about xemselves. xey cannot even sightly begin to relate to anyone else or xer problems until xey had been in the situation xemself at a point in time that xey can remember and that it impacted xem and xer life directly. for example, if xey were to be attacked by a hawk and severely injured, xey could relate to someone else who was attacked by a hawk. however, if xey were attacked by a hawk but it did not hurt xem or only gave minor injuries, xey would not be able to relate and empathize.

oriented.

minkpaw is very at home in shadowclan. xey adapted easily to the area and to the prey types, finding that xey both understood shadowclan's territory, but other territories xey had passed through in journeys to gatherings. xey found that xey easily found xer place in new and strange surroundings, lining up perfectly in every place's food chain.

envious.

minkpaw easily feels discontented and resentful when someone xey know possesses fame or qualities that xey xemselves do not. xey can't help but feel a twinge of envy and jealousy when xey see someone older than xem or of a higher rank. it hurts xer feelings and generally bowls xer mood over when too much of this self-esteem ruining problem hits xem.

perfectionist.

minkpaw doesn't care if anyone or anything else is perfect. xey only care that xey xemselves stand out and appear absolutely amazing. xey want to appear perfect, the person that everyone else strives to be, the best of role models, the idol that everyone loves, and xey do anything and everything to get there. it ranges from hours a day spent grooming and giving xemselves utmost attention and upkeep, but to spreading rumors and doing terrible things to put other cats and general competition down.

shameless.

not once has minkpaw been caught openly expressing xer shame over something naughty or bad they have done. it simply never happened. rather, xey suppress it within xemselves in an attempt to look better than they truly are. this leads to random angry outbursts when xey simply overflow, like a cloud that had built up a terrible storm that would threaten a town. when mink is mad, everyone will know that xe is mad.

mental age is about twice xer current age.

strong in quickly getting xer opinion across and standing up for what xey xemselves believe is right, which isn't always as right as xey make it seem.
weak in going ahead and telling the truth and making what they mean to say clear and obvious without exaggeration.

has a particular soft spot for lavender color points and stories of the older cat's pasts, frogs, and leafbare.
despises young kits and anything that has to do with them, along with cats of any kind that believe they are better than mink, whether in rank, appearance or personality.

extreme agateophobia. mild automysophobia.

part laperm, part mix. (https://imgur.com/a/LiZy0)
minkpaw is a broad tabby with curly, easily tangled mid length fur. xey have a pale, fawn-colored jaw and undercoat, which shows most at xer chest and belly. xer markings are hard to see due to xer curls, mixing the brown and black together into one subtle deep brown. xer tabby markings are most easily seen on xer legs, crown and towards the base of xer tail. xey have rings around xer eyes, which come together and bridge over xer nose with a very stand-out orange. xer paws are somewhat gloved with a more gray color over xer more common brown. xer most drawing feature is xer bright, green eyes, the highlight of xer entire face. the eyes make xem seem to light up, bringing xer entire appearance together.

"Ah, ah!" Minkpaw spoke decievingly to the younger kit that had curiously approached xem. "Don't try to stray from camp like you just did, mousebrain! Haven't you heard of what happens to all the kits that leave camp? They get gobbled up by foxes. I've seen it happen myself, and can you guess who was there to save them?" Xe didn't even pause to let the kit respond. "Me! I had to go out in the dark that foggy night to snatch the kit away from that mean old fox. If I hadn't been out hunting, you would've lost an accomplice, and the clan would have lost who would have became a valuable warrior. And when I leave here, if I see you've left our camp, I won't come to save you. I'll let the foxes go right ahead and swallow you whole since this clan, no clan, needs a cat that cant even follow simple orders." Mink bared xer teeth at the kit. Of course, the story xe told was incorrect and far from honest, but Mink would do anything to scare a cat younger than xemself. Especially knowing that someone would snitch if the kit had gotten killed after seeing xe and the young one together, and Mink not doing anything about it. Xey puffed xer chest out and turned, going off towards the apprentice's den, all big and bold after the story xey had told.

woly poly (;
king kaleb!

[Mango]

Nutpaw

At first glance, one might think Nutpaw doesn’t belong in the Medicine Cat Den, let alone in the clans. First glance, you’d pity her and be inclined to suggest she takes a life in the clans. But this little Nutshell is tougher than she looks.
Nutpaw is a twenty-five moon old apprentice (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/f2/c9/1b/f2c91b94c9bfb0de077806f49c8420ef--gorgeous-eyes-amazing-eyes.jpg). Now your probably wondering how she’s an apprentice at such an age. Let me explain. She was raised in the Dusk Syndicate under the name of Pistachio, a kind of nut (I have a bad sense of humor don’t I) At the age of three moons, she became a healer trainee to a healer and trained in healing. She learned all she could, with only the knowledge a healer could obtain. Then at the death of the Syndicate, rather than follow her sister to shelter, she chose to join the clans and learn to hunt and fight for herself.
Nutpaw is absolutely terrified of Daydream. Hmm...how should I explain, in the Syndicate she hid day and night in the medicine cat den in fear of being killed for existing. She never really met a cat that referred to themselves as ‘they’ she automatically has insticts to call cats like Day either ‘he’ or ‘she’, and appologizes afterwards. Daydream is a grouch and grouches with tempers give her flashbacks to the Syndicate when she was meerly a trainee and when she failed to heal someone properly, they might attempt to murder her. And those cats all remind her of Daydream.
Nonetheless, she has faith in Starclan, excessive faith in Starclan, more than most cats, more than most medicine cats. She believes she could walk through a battle praying to Starclan and come out uninjuried (that’s if your one of those kinds of cats, like her), and I think Shadowclan could use a medicine cat with faith in Starclan, more than Daydream (not a critisism, but an observation).
Why pick this Starclan obssessed former Dusk Syndicate healer?
Nutpaw is a coward, and Daydream along with cats from Starclan could help her be brave. She is not squemish to injuries; jumpy and appologetic yes not squemish. She also has an unintentional habbit of when out hunting searching for the herbs she knows and her mentor prevents her from carrying pawfuls back to Daydream, which is my way of saying she longs to be a medicine cat (or in her mind, a healer to the clans). Another reason to select her is because she isn’t like Calia or Juniper (sorry if the RPers of Calia and Juniper judge my opinion on Calia and Juniper. But, Calia is more of a “keep your paws to yourself while I heal you.” And Juniper’s more of a,” Lalala, your going to have a slow and painful death, here eat a death berry have a quick trip to Starclan for free! See Ya!” But Nutpaw has a more mature mind, if I were to compare her to any Medicine Cat ever (books and/or WCO) I’d compare her to Wheatfur. As she’s sensible and never backs down to things, yet she’s shy and jumpy (which I can’t think of any meddie who is like her.)
Like Yin and Yang...
Now, you probably are thinking that Daydream would never pick her because she isn’t a grump or she has strong faith in Starclan, but think about cats in the clan, Jayfeather is like Daydream except lack of vision and more faith in Starclan- same personality though, yet he took on Alderheart who is not as much like him, and his mentor was Leafpool a sweet and kind cat, or Yellowfang and Cinderpelt polar opposites. They learn to work together over time. They begin to care for eachother, for example, Daydream cares about Geckoleaf, and Gecko isn’t a grouch.
Plot Ideas for her becoming day’s apprentice
Nutpaw could start on a daily basis gaving Daydream herbs (real herbs), all the herbs she knows from her past as a healer. Daydream acnolages that she knows what herbs are, but still doesn’t think much of taking her on as an apprentice. Then one day, when Nutpaw comes in to leave some herbs for Daydream when Daydream is out, an injured cat arrives, bleeding or something simple that Nutpaw can handle. Nutpaw handles the injury and Daydream comes in, first shooing Nutpaw out for “messing with the patients” and Nutpaw leaves angry that they were mad that she helped. Daydream realizes that Nutpaw dealt with the injury correctly and is impressed and later makes her their apprentice.

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Soaringkit is a kitten (https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&size=l&tid=65622027) who is currently, two moons old. She has had a rough kithood (and it will continue until apprenticehood) her parents shove her around slap her, and on small occassions they scratch her with their claws. She is pretty sure already, due to not having littermates, that she has littermates that her parents killed. (She’s right about that) She dreams of being safe from her family, even though she doesn’t completely believe it’s wrong what they do. Soaringkit is a submissive kit, though that’s due to her parents, Daydream can in a moon or two of training prevent her from being submissive. She runs around to please others by offering to get prey for the queens, asking the apprentices if she han help them by doing their apprentice duties for them, anything to prove her significants. Now, due to being attacked by her parents, the idea of battle training of Starclan forbid, killing live prey sounds horrible to her, the idea of doing the opposite healing sounds much better to her. She would over time, as she recovers with the help of Daydream and learns family secrets through Starclan, she would develop a sense of sarcasm and humor, but not bitterness. She would grow to be more like Daydream. She’d still have moments of weakness, such as healing her parents, or learning of her littermates, though she’d have confidence and belief in herself.
Plot ideas: When she goes to Starclan for the first time, to get accepted as Medicine Cat Apprentice, she is greeted by two tiny kits, hardly a moon old. She learns that they are her littermates. She awakens in tears and relies on Daydream to help her question her parents about it and fights to grow belief in herself and break away from her parents.
Woly Poly *cringes*

[Barnabas]

{Name}
Darkpaw
{Gender}
Tom
{Age}
9 moons
{Looks}
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{Personality}
Hard-Working: Darkpaw is a pretty hard-working apprentice that would do anything to get the job done.
Lovable: Darkpaw is a very lovable tom that just wants to be loved, but since he can't have kits it's kind of difficult for him to find the right she-cat, so love might not be a part of him besides the love from his family and friends.
Calm: He is a pretty calm cat that hardly ever gets angry, When he get's frustrated he always figures out a way to keep himself calm before something really bad happens to him.
Ambitious: He wants to be the best he can be. Darkpaw wants to be a great warrior or medicine cat apprentice(if chosen), but sometimes his ambition leads to disaster.
A Bit Loud: Darkpaw can be a bit loud when it comes to a few things. A lot of times he thinks he has to yell when it really isn't necessary.
{Mention}
king kaleb!
{Other}
woly poly

[wren]

Good lucks all around <3

[Starfall]

Good luck everyone :love4:

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Breed: LaPerm - Siamese mix
Age: 8 moons
Gender: Cis-Female
Training: Warrior (currently)
Heritage: Kitty-pet & loner.
Birthplace: Unknown... Please try again later.
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Dovepaw is a LaPerm/Siamese mix. Her coat is a creamy brown with
facial markings similar to that of a Siamese. Her eyes are a big, round,
warm ocean blue most often filled with excitement. Dove's fur is coarse
and curly, but underneath the mess is very soft fur. It's common that she
finds random bits of twigs and bracken in her fur. She is larger than the
average apprentice & warrior, standing a good few inches above an
average sized cat.

Height: Slightly Larger than Average
Weight: Average
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Dovepaw has quite a big personality, well big enough to fit her mouth anyway. She's a chatter-bug, constantly filling empty space with encouragement, games, small talk, or
meaningless things. It's almost like she never shuts up honestly. This isn't a totally bad thing though. She's not afraid to speak her mind and though she is quite impulsive when it comes to
letting a cat know how she feels, her relationships are built upon foundations of honesty and truth. If she's mad at you, you'll know. If she's happy, sad, or upset, she won't hesitate
to tell those close to her. Sometimes this can be a disadvantage for her though, as she is extremely headstrong in her beliefs, those being; Love everyone and everything, there is
always another way,and fight for what is right. While these beliefs are not bad by any means, Dove finds herself sometimes straying from these beliefs in times of extreme emotion or stress,
like many other cats would. The path of medicine would be an interesting one for Dove. Her keen sense of smell and overwhelming curiosity and excitement for the world is what drives
her faith in Starclan and ultimately her passion. Being a warrior has it's perks, but there's so much more for the young cat to discover. Truly, she's very intelligent, but only by her paws.
She goes out of her way to learn new things, meet new people. Obtaining this knowledge in important to her, and her council is the stars above. She very much enjoys star-gazing during
the later hours of the night. Dove is dedicated and motivated to follow the path Starclan has given her, taking on the role of Medicine Cat Apprentice. The molly desperately seeks the comfort
and approval of the cat ancestors and wants to believe she has a strong connection with Starclan, but her connection with them is like a static radio station; Unintelligible, Unchanging. Her
dreams remain untouched and everyday life continues as normal. Things like this she keeps to herself... Perhaps Dove may be able to claim having a strong bond with Starclan, but not today
and not for a long time. Even with her shortcomings, Dovepaw is a very excitable, eccentric, and work-oriented cat. She craves training and loves doing any task she is given, no matter
how tedious or disgusting - well... as long as it isn't too disgusting. She's not a huge fan of young kits as she finds them obnoxious, but she enjoys playing around with the older kits and of course
other apprentices. This doesn't mean she isn't gentle, but she certainly won't baby an injured cat, especially if it was due to their own stupidity!

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Dovepaw and Daydream may not see eye to eye on some things -
especially regarding Starclan. Dovepaw intends to speak her mind,
giving no hesitation to correct or even scold her mentor and others
for being irresponsible. Initially, Dovepaw will soak anything Day tells
her up like a sponge, but after so much training, it's possible she may
try to correct them and even experiment with the herbs by herself
(her test subjects consisting of mostly kits).

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Like mentioned above, Dovepaw will be seeking the approval of
Starclan for most of her life. Her connection to them is flimsy
despite her immense faith, though this may be due to her kittypet
& loner roots. She was taken in at a young age, but not young
enough that all she remembers is clan life. Her motivation to be
close to Starclan is what will drive her to seek out Daydream
for an opportunity to become their apprentice (mostly on a
whim and from hearing rumors). I thought having a parallel
between the two, as Dovepaw is training to become a warrior,
yet is seeking a different path for herself while daydream felt
forced into their position, would be interesting and help create
a dynamic roleplay! What she doesn't know is that Daydream
really isn't pious for a clans spiritual leader. If she is accepted
as Day's apprentice, anytime they go to visit the starcave,
Dovepaw will not talk with their ancestors. This is going to
weigh on her for a very long time and she may seek out Day
for comfort.

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Dovepaw acts like a know-it-all once in a while, perhaps while
treating a patient the two get into an argument over which herb
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Possibly comforting moments, Day and Dove bonding over something
as small as getting an herb correct or treating a cat correctly. Resorting
the herb store so it's completely backwards. Maybe they talk about themselves,
possibly visiting other medicine cats!

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Dovepaw's theme song is; Buy the Stars by Marina and the Diamonds (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vf8e3OozHlI)

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[NightWarrior4Life]

Dear Daydream,

Greetings your,er, Medicine cat grandness! Oh great this is awkward already. Heh. Umm so I'm really excited to hear that you're looking for an apprentice. I would like to be considered!

So umm what can I say? I've always been interested in herbs since I was a couple moons old (I'm 5 moons now, nearly 6!) And eventually, I've come to love the medicine cat duties too! This is probably because my sister is the runt of the litter and has a weak immune system and she gets sick a lot. I'm a bit of a loner really, I have many siblings but I don't hang out with them as much as they hang out with eachother. I know you don't like StarClan but I feel very strongly connected to my warrior ancestors however, I will make my own choices too, if I must and I respect your decisions and beliefs- a medicine cat is a medicine cat whether they have faith in StarClan or not.

I don't know if you know me...I'm A grey Tom kit with blue eyes. I'm pretty skinny and lean but I'm Shadowclan born. I also like to e extremely clena and neat, so my fur is always groomed. I can get a little embarrassed an awkward at times if I get things wrong or if I'm unsure of something. I'm also not very ambitious or outgoing or loud. I just...live life.

I promise I won't disappoint you, Woly Poly!

Sincerely,
Rockkit

[Seraphon]

Inkjoy ~ Link (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/showpost.php?p=331672&postcount=4)(Appearance at the Bottom)

Inkjoy doesn't really look special. She has a solid black pelt, orange eyes, and short fur. She has a slim body shape, slim for a ShadowClan cat at least. See, your average black cat. But, not your average ShadowClan cat.


If I had to describe this cat's personality in word word I would probably use 'UnShadowClanlike' or 'UnShadowClanly' um, if those are words. If they're not... Then... Well, you can't sum up this she-cat's personality in one word. You could honestly go on and on about it.

Kind

You will never find Inkjoy being the opposite of kind to anyone, even if they're being mean or rude to her. Now, if they're being rude to someone who can't or doesn't fight back, she is quick to snap back at them, even if they are a higher rank then her. 'Defender of the Weak' I guess.(if you're wondering, if Day ever snaps at a kit or apprentice, or even a warrior that doesn't do anything to fight back, Ink will snap back at them.)

Sweet

If the first time you see Inkjoy is when she snaps at someone the most likely reaction is,"oh boy, well I don't wanna get in her way," but really. If you get to know her, you'll love her for the sweet cat that she is.

Likes to Help

Even if Daydream doesn't choose her as their apprentice, Inkjoy would still love to help them out. But, you've already seen that she's the defender of the weak so I don't have to say any more here.

Affectionate

If Inkjoy has known you long enough, you are going to get all of the affection. If you're feeling down Inkjoy will not stop bothering you until you tell her what's wrong.

Trusting

Inkjoy could literally make a world record on trusting. If you earn her trust and then do something that would most likely break her trust she will still trust you, though not completely. But, if you do something really bad like kill a cat or even something a little less severe than that she will not trust you anymore.

Can Read Cats

No, she's not like Jayfeather the mind reader. She's just good at looking at body language and expression and deciding if something's wrong, this goes along with her affectionate trait.

Open-Minded

If Inkjoy has an idea, she's not going to be quick to give it up, though if she feels another idea is better than hers she will say so. She's not stubborn like some cats.(and people aka me X3)

Jolly

She is never sad. I mean never sad. Never. Literally nothing can take away her jolly spirit, enough said.

Understanding

This goes along with her reading cats and affectionate traits. She can and will put herself I your shoes just to understand what you're going through, and when she does she will stop at nothing to comfort you.(she will still snap at Day though XD)

Social-Anxiety

Sometimes because of this she gets lonely and it's very hard for her to stay positive but she pushes through one way or another.

Sensitive

If you do snap at her she will take it to heart and do her best to fix herself and because of that she doesn't not argue back against that.

Overall Inkjoy is a kind, protective, trusting, and sensitive cat that holds StarClan close to her, being wise at such a young age. I think both Inkjoy and Daydream can benefit from Inkjoy being a medicine cat apprentice.

I hope that gave you all the info you needed and wasn't to long.

Woly Poly

[Galaxy Of Wisdom]

Come on daydream, you’re lucky you know. You choose to not believe in starclan due to a hate which I simply don’t know and honestly I don’t think I deserve to know. While I am forced to believe in the stars... and honestly I’m cursed to fear it my friend. A non clan born shouldn’t walk among stars wise one besides.. I have a feeling my blood isn’t pure.
Moonkit ( was named this way because she was found on the day of the full moon)
Female
She/ her
Now: https://www.warrenphotographic.co.uk/photography/bigs/34563-Black-kitten-3-months-old-sitting-white-background.jpg
Future with a few scars: https://pre00.deviantart.net/100f/th/pre/i/2017/033/b/e/42757_by_yowico-daxl95x.png without the collars and bandages :3
Her past is a bit unknown, she was left to die when she was just a moon old, she smelled of blood and couldn’t even see at all. She had no injuries but was left alone to this day she doesn’t remember much of her past and can’t even recall who her real parents at all but she does know that she’s not exactly Clan born and honestly is kind of scared because of this. She constantly thinks about her lost parents and doesn’t want to say much or even ask her adoptive parents about it. But still she has a happy life now and speads each day with a smile and a happy purr with everyone she meets... even if they look at her with those judging eyes.

She’s very outgoing, playful like a kit should be however she’s more kind than anything always asking others if they need it even if she is sometimes too small to do much. Hi she tries. She’s always up in the morning of course not making any noise to wake up the others and often explores not trying to wake up others often playing with whatever flower she can find and sometimes even tries for some reason she doesn’t mind bitter tastes that much. Somehow has a bit of a way with words that often shocked others at how much she can say and think. She’s a smart kit and can learn fast when she’s interested in it and lately she’s been interested in daydream, watching them at work and just smelling the herbs anytime she had the chance but quickly books it when they come back. It’s not she’s scared more like she’s embarrassed to be interested in such a thing. Despite being playful and outgoing she gets real embarrassed when she wants to know something. She just can’t ask anyone more like she wants to find out about it on her own.

Future sexuality: Homosexual

Has been having odd dreams that keep her up at night something about a tom, blood and the cries of a mother. She doesn’t know why but she has been losing sleep over it but is too scared or just embarrassed to say anything about it. She’ll tell someone one day... she just hopes it isn’t what she thinks.

Future personality: she’ll become more confident with herself despite the nightmares here and there. More outgoing and playful and a bit of a flirt and joker but reliable no matter what. She always cheers many up with her jokes and sometimes some pick lines ( and Puns :3) she believes the best medicine is laughter ( and of course herbs) she’ll be even more outgoing but calm when she sees the need and serious when again sees the need. She can tell what others want to say just by looking at their body but not always accurate but hi she tries. Will be more playful around daydream but always by their side no matter what. Sometimes even sings some lullabies or songs to calm kittens even they’re in pain or sick. She’ll be like that fun aunt one might even say.

Her beliefs In Starclan is strong.. but she mostly fears it because she wasn’t exactly born as a clan cat. She fears it deeply to be judged at every moment scares her especially when others are already judging her because of the way she was found. She hopes that they won’t hate her but still tries her best to be kind and loving but still the thought of being looked at and judged at every moment for everything scares her

Woly poly!! :3

[lio]

songs.
what may come to mind once you hear that very word? happiness? sadness? the sound of birds chirping in the early morning?
or is it a grumpy apprentice that never seems to smile?

why, yes, he does have emotions, but chooses not to show them. they distract him from the work he is doing, and cause others to notice him as well.

he doesn’t want to be noticed.

who would ever want to? being noticed opens a doorway to ridicule. ridicule leads to humiliation. humiliation leads to sadness, and so on. he doesn’t want that.

meet songpaw.
he’s a small, brown tabby tom with molten amber eyes. his voice is of an irish tone, while his fur is short and body slender. pupils always narrowed, songpaw observes the clan from afar, albeit still at the age of six moons. well, nearly six moons.

the tabby had never felt urged to become the best warrior he could be, unlike the other felines in which he had spent time within the nursery with. now, you may think, why is his name songpaw if he doesn’t even fit any description of a song? well, let me tell you. songpaw’s mother, lilly, was a loner. she had always woken up in the earliest of mornings just to hear the birds all sing their songs around her, like a soothing blanket.

when song was only two moons, his father had come back from who-knows-where. the tom had wanted to take him, to raise him as his own; lilly could always have more kits, of course. but she did not want that. song had been her firstborn son- her only son- and she didn’t want to give that up, so she risked her life to save him.

thankfully, she had not been killed, but the father of song had become bored with the endless battle, finally giving up and fleeing. lilly then took song to shadowclan and raised him to the age of five moons before leaving. she did not dislike the clan, but it was not comfortable for her. at this very moment, she is escaping the territories in fear that she may want to have her child back. but he is in safe paws.

songpaw never noticed the medicine cat den, or what happens within it. then again, he had always remained inside the nursery besides stretching his legs. the tom is rather introverted, not enjoying the company of others. he may also become anxious and fidgety when too many people crowd around him at once. songpaw also tends to be short-tempered and agitated, often times snapping at those who don’t listen to him. he may be a kit, but he is not one for humor or disobedience. it is very rare to see songpaw truly happy instead of forcing a smile into his gaze.

although he desires to keep them hidden, songpaw fears quite a few things. for example, he fears the sight of someone’s death. even the thought sends a shudder down his spine.

he also does not comprehend the deal of ‘love.’ what is the point? he may ask, face contorted with disgust. what a curious thing, songpaw shall say afterwords, though discomfort will glimmer in his eyes.

when asked about starclan, songpaw will simply shrug. he neither hates nor worships them. in his logic, he will say to those who ask for an explanation that he is not a cat of religion, but one who will side with others when needed. unless starclan is proved to be real, he doesn’t believe in them. and if you ask him what he wants to be in the future, he will simply shrug and say, “i don’t know.”

songpaw.
if you came up to me and asked what may come to mind once i hear the word, i would not answer simply. my answer would neither contain happiness, sadness, nor anything other than one word.

and that word would be 'songs.'

×

Wildness
Of
Life
Yielding Our Hearts

Praying For A Way To
Overcome The Darkness
Lying To Ourselves
You Will Not Be Free.

[rubinaito]

Hiraeth
(n) A homesickness for a home you can’t return to, or that never was.

•General Description•

There is something so sweet and delicate about a kitten opening their eyes for the first time to look out at the world and sense color for the first time. To see things never seen before, and set their vision upon a thing that would forever be a part of them. Most kittens open their eyes to see the loving faces of their parents, or the curious stares of littermates. Some gaze up at a brilliant blue sky, a spectacular sunset, or a flood of rain cascading over rich soil and intense green leaves. And a few open their eyes to see things that would later haunt their dreams and bring fear and uncertainty to them for the rest of their days. In this small group of unfortunate kittens is little Hiraeth, named in her mother’s last dying breaths and left with her litter of siblings and father to face the world without a mother. She was born amidst a storm, her parents in the shelter of a fallen log. Her mother died during childbirth, Hiraeth being the only kitten to receive a name- the rest named by their father, who subsequently left them on the border of ShadowClan for a border patrol to find and bring home. Hiraeth is a somber and quiet kitten, hardly as relaxed and fun loving as her siblings. She protested profoundly at the idea of being renamed, and kept Hiraeth to be her prefix for as long as she could. Hiraeth had been the first in her litter to open her eyes, and had spent weeks watching her siblings stumble around blindly without opening their eyes. The moment her eyes opened was forever burned into her mind- the image of a molly wailing while lighting struck the ground in the background hard to forget. The kitten sports a full and healthy coat, a mottled brown and orange with patches of white here and there. The tortoiseshell kitten has a ochre green gaze, the color darkening near the pupil and brightening the further away it was. One of her paws is white, without any of the mottled black and orange pattern marring it, and there are a few more white patches on her chest, back, and ears.

•Names•
~These are possible suffixes I may give Hiraeth~

Hiraethkit > Hiraethpaw > Hiraethdream > Hiraethheart > Hiraethmint

Why the suffix of dream? I’m planning on having Hiraeth develop a strong bond with Daydream and request for the same suffix to keep the medicine cat’s legacy alive as long as possible, even when Daydream is still alive.

Heart would be for the genuine love and care that Hiraeth holds for ShadowClan despite all of the different cats and personalities within the Clan borders. She doesn’t hate anybody even if their opinions differentiate from hers, and she wants to be able to provide them all with the same level of care and help despite their differences.

Mint would be for her talent with herbal remedies and discovering a few new ones on the way.

•Extras•

>Hiraeth doesn’t focus on StarClan as much as the typical medicine cat, choosing to put her faith in physics remedies. She does take dreams seriously in terms of prophecy, but she doesn’t believe that StarClan is almighty and omnipotent and thus won’t put her faith in them when dealing with matters in the physical plane of existence. She understands Daydream’s strong dislike for StarClan and while she is certain it isn’t StarClan causing the nightmares, she won’t approach the subject until the time is right.

>Hiraeth is Aromantic Asexual, and doesn’t waste her time on thoughts of romance. While she did consider the possibility of raising kits, she decided that it would be too much hassle to try and be a good mother and mate and abandoned the idea a long time before she was even an apprentice. She admires the lifestyle of a Medicine Cat, as they’re, in her eyes, free from the need to find a mate or raise kits like many cats believe is their key to happiness.

>Sometime I plan on having Hiraeth go on a trip to find her father to figure out more about her mother and her ancestry.

>Hiraeth is not a cheerful cat. She’s very serious and quiet, although she does find joy in things that most cats would find silly.

>Woly Poly king kaleb!

[Liekki]

Darkness, inky black that eats up the sun,
We cry out to you, please show us a star,
For if we see some light, we will not run,
We stay near the glow, we do not stray far.


Nightkit (https://sites.google.com/ipsd.org/ashpetal/main-clans/shadowclan/nightkit) cautiously stepped out of the nursery, checking all around to make sure her mother wasn't going to call her out for staying past her strict bedtime. Through the darkness, she quickly walked through the camp until she reached a fairly secluded clearing. She liked to hide here when she felt things weren't going well for her, and the place certainly seemed to calm her nerves. While she sat there, staring at a tree, she pondered a few things.

Her mother had always wanted Nightkit to be a fierce warrior, one who would show no mercy to an opponent, but that wasn't a reality for the kit. When she was a young kit, barely able to walk out of the nursery, she had seen something that had forever scarred her. What she had seen was a murder. Specifically, the murder of her sister. While the assailant had long been gone, her sister, Ashkit, was laying there, gasping for breath. Nightkit had quickly approached her bleeding sibling, and saw that Ashkit didn't have much time left. She cried and wailed, knowing that is she had gotten her mother or medicine cat to the scene, Ashkit would be dead by the time either of them arrived. She had stood there, crying and telling her sister it would be alright, that Ashkit was going to be okay.

Ashkit's last words were: "Please, Nightkit, don't let me die. Please."

Nightkit stood over her sister's body, weeping, wishing she could have done something, anything for her dying sister. When her mother had come back, she had assumed Nightkit had killed her sister out of jealousy. The only thing Nightkit could respond with was, "Momma..." And Nightkit sobbed for days, unable to get over her sister's death. As Nightkit sat in vigil by her sister, she vowed never to kill another cat, and to never become a warrior.She had planned it all out, if her mother was going to make her become a warrior, she would run away and become a loner... she would live on her own without having to kill another cat. Her other option was to become a medicine cat, which was preferable to becoming a loner. Ever since her sister died, she had hated the fact that she couldn't do anything, couldn't administer any first-aid. Ever since then, she has tried her best to learn to use simple healing items, like cobwebs, so nothing like this would ever happen again.

Nightkit brought herself back to the present, and realized she was shaking, and tears ran down her face. She had to tell herself that she was 5 moons old now, not a newborn kit. The tears splashed onto the ground, forming a salty puddle below her. She quickly wiped them away and scolded herself for being so weak. She stood up and approached a stubby tree with plenty of bendy branches to sit in. She threw herself against the bark, digging her claws into the tree. C'mon, Nightkit. Just a little further. How can you become a loner if you can't even climb a tree? her mental voice said.

Nightkit couldn't get that voice out of her mind, and it had been there ever since her sister's death. Criticizing her, tearing her apart and eating away at her self-esteem. She tried to silence it, but it always came back in form of a biting remark making fun of her own abilities.

She continued to pull herself up, sweating on the pads of her tiny feet from the effort. She finally reached a branch with a suitable sitting area and sat herself down, curling her tail around the branch for security. What little light there was shined brightly on her grey spotted coat, though it mostly blended in with the darkness.

Sighing, and almost against her will, she looked up at the moon. She shivered uncontrollably, almost falling from the branch. Nightkit had always been afraid of the moon, how it shined brightly, sending a spotlight onto everyone in the darkness.It scrutinized her every move, and it saw everything. Her only relief was on a new moon, when the dreadful sphere sunk back into the darkness. Nightkit hated her name because she hated the night... because the moon almost always came out in the inky dark of night. Her own name reminded her of a phobia, one that affected her every night.

Nightkit's heart beat quickly in response to her fear, the fear that one day her sister would come to her from StarClan and punish her for the inability to save a dying kit.

You open up your arms, Caressing us
You say it will be fine, you hold us tight,
Giving us some light so we will not fuss,
You tell us the inky dark is alright.


Nightkit sat in the nursery, not wanting to go outside even though it was sunny and fairly mild. She sat indoors, not speaking because no one approached her. She stared at the frolicking kits in the den until a brown tabby leaped in front of her.

"Hey! You wanna play hide and seek?" the other kit shouted. Nightkit stared at the kit for a long time before giving an exasperated nod and picking herself up off the floor. She followed the slightly older kit outside and nodded as he quickly explained the rules, though she wasn't listening. It was her turn to find, apparently, for the other cat ran off to some unknown location and shouted for Nightkit to close her eyes. She shut her eyes, enjoying the warm sun while it was there. She despised when it turned night, because it was when the moon came out. For that reason, she almost never traveled during the night unless it was an emergency. Unless she started to think about Ashkit again...

Nightkit stood up and her eyes darted around the camp. Seriously, Nightkit. You should've found him by now, her inner voice drawled. Nightkit violently shook her head and continued walking, peeking into dens and behind rocks in hopes of finding the other kit. While she hadn't really wanted to play the game in the first place, she wasn't about to give up. She picked up speed in her search, popping her head in and out of dens and running around camp. After a long while without success, she sat down and tried to think. She sorted out the places she had looked thoroughly and the places she had just glanced over. She began again, searching in the places she had not checked very well before. Finally, she found the other kit curled up next to his mother, sleeping. She sighed and sat down, exhausted from her search.

The other cat's mother looked at Nightkit and said, "hello, Dear. I'm assuming you've met my son?" The mother laughed and said, "he came back saying that you would never find him." Nightkit stared at the sleeping kit, and smiled slightly. She had long grown out of her impatience, learning that she had to act mature for others to treat her like a full-grown cat. "So, when do you start your training?" the mother continued.

"Oh. You see, I don't really want to be a warrior. I want to be a medicine cat," Nightkit said, not revealing her backup option: running away.

"Why?" the mother asked softly. Nightkit shrugged and turned away. She was embarrassed by her story, and didn't feel comfortable giving it away.

"I like herbs, I guess," Nightkit replied quickly. She also felt that she shouldn't put her burden on others, and tried to carry her pain on her own. Sometimes it worked, but she always had that nagging voice in the back of her head. You can't do it. Who do you think you are? You're a killer, a born killer. You'd be no good as a medicine cat. Nightkit's eye twitched and she quietly walked away, hoping the mother wouldn't notice her distress.

You become bitter, you cover the moon
Pulling curtains over the stars, we fear you,
Telling us to fend for ourselves too soon,
Small children weep, we tell them you’re not true.
We make our own light, we do not cry,
But in the night, your resentment does try.
~(Woly Poly)

[fresh]

flash, flash, flash.
the taunts singe her tongue like ash.
her best friend gone, out of time
forced, by the world, to make the climb.
but it was her who truly suffered in the end.
her paws stained bloodred
his paws lying there, dead.
she made it there in a flash
he gnashed
he thrashed
and fell into death's firm grasp.
the flash had been framed
for the death of her best friend
and while she assured herself she wasn't to blame
she had lit the flame.

Here is the plot. (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/showthread.php?t=14025)

gray eyes.
stocky frame.
black pelt.
and her name?
flashpaw.
named for courage.
named for speed.
named for loyalty.
if only she'd been fast enough.

A small, average-sized, stocky black she-cat with gray eyes and gray tabby markings. Nearly all of the scars marking her body are from clumsy footing and/or stumbling in a daze. Flashpaw has a slightly lighter gray tail-tip, running down for a short amount of space before fading back into the base color.

her voice, once thoughtful and strategic
was now laced with hurt and sick
she's fighting for control of her memories
hoping they'll stay for the day
shaking off all of the pities
and wishing that they'd go away.

Before the slaughter, this feline wasn't exactly happy-go-lucky. In fact, she was more reserved, and strategic, thinking everything through before it came out of her mouth. She had a rare excited side, which only her best friend, who was mangled in an attack so badly he was barely recognizable, could bring out in her. Flashpaw's only goal was to one day make him as happy as he'd made her, and now she can never even attempt it. Her personality now is even more reserved than before, anxious, and sad.

she was injured the most in the murder
her mental health suffered the most.
flash's already labored breathing
was worsened by the lethal dose
of witnessing murder firsthand, the trauma
could not have been worse
for the poor cat.. she was cursed.

Flashpaw already had mild-strength asthma from birth, mostly stress-induced rather than exercise. Upon witnessing the death firsthand of her best friend, the killer unknown, she gained post traumatic stress disorder (P.T.S.D.) as well. Now she has episodes where she is afraid of everything and everyone. By the time the episode is over, she has no idea what happened in between. During the moment, there is a good chance she'll have an asthma attack as well, adding to the moment of distress. These two factors make life hard for her, and she is on the edge of depression. Having more of a use in life can change this and maybe get her to laugh again, even.

when daydream entered this she-cat's life
she shut them out at first, out of spite
that they could help their clan easily, without setbacks
and and with flashpaw, boy, she's got no lack.
after a while, she started to warm up to them
she saw them a lot anyway, why not learn from
the things they did?
maybe she could have a use, the traumatic kid
and finally open up to another friend.


Upon meeting them, Flashpaw didn't think much of Daydream. She didn't think much of anything anymore, really. But after more than one trip to the medicine den per quarter-moon, she began to warm up a little to Daydream. Before beginning to like them, she had been angry at them for being able to help their Clan without breathing problems or random moments of time that they can't remember. After a while of regular visits, she put the feelings behind her and tried to hint that she'd like to become medicine cat apprentice. It was already a guarentee she'd never become a warrior, in her eyes; she'd just fail the assessment due to forgetting all the hunting and battle moves. She'd fall behind on everything.
With a new purpose in life, Flashpaw can now eat right, exercise regularly, and get plenty of sleep at night, which are all key factors in reducing P.T.S.D.
They helped her realize her entire life didn't have to be defined by the tragic accident that had occurred, and that she could get through it.

so there you have it.
a new look on life
flashpaw set out
to make things right.
she apologized to her once-friends,
made some new ones, even,
and when all that was done
she had a place in the world- a reason.
< woly poly >

[wolfie]

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"I feel like humming is her way saying I'm listening instead of speaking because when she speaks her words may twist into the wrong words."

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"When you hear the soft humming as she works, The smile she brings just by humming a small tone. You know who the name is. She carries the prefix of petal because they are fragile and easily wither away. However Petal, you won't wither away that easily will you? She's quiet and fragile. Your background character. Yet you can only stab a single petal alone so many times before it is completely torn apart. Petalpaw, oh, Petalpaw, you have a wish you won't reveal. Tell us your tale, your serecets, will you?"


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[ Somewhat Background and Plot]

Petalpaw was born out of Shadowclan's territory. Despite being born of both two Shadowclan cats. Her parents were stern, yes because they wanted a all mighty perfect kit to bring the clan. However Starclan gifted them with a quiet and fragile kit.

When a moon later she was brought to the clan she was already sick. It was a light one but to the kit, deadly. Her parents were scolded. Petalpaw was the only one being in the litter which was a lie. She did have a brother, he was stronger than her but died out of no where. Their was no hints about him getting sick. Yet no one knew about him. Forgotten in the past while Petalpaw still tries to hold him close. The parents past on a lie that she was the only one and Petalpaw didn't dare deny it, fear of her parents. Even if they were stern and somewhat cold to her they still loved her.

Her past could be labelled `average`. Like most Petalpaw did dream of being a warrior. Yet it wasn't that ambitious. No, not at all. Why? Her reasoning was because `That's my only choice, isn't it?`. It was the most common choice, indeed. While Petalpaw had met Daydream when she was one moon old, due to being sick she never second thought about being a Medince cat.

Petalkit grew up being the small, fragile kit in her kithood. She had friends they were dearly close to her and never had a crush before. At a young age she caught on that she should have at least one. She didn't care, though. Petalkit heard about what was going on, the one thing that distracted her from everything was her brother. She was close to him. Very. Then her father died. Yes, it may be depressing for some but she was happy her brother wouldn't be alone anymore. That is when she came up with a wish. A wish that she would wish every time upon a star.

Petalkit grew to be what we know as Petalpaw. She was 6 moons old and just like she assumed would happen, she was a warrior apprentice. However she disliked it. In a way despised it. She was one of the smallest apprentices there and was struggling to keep up in training. Often having to cut it shorter than indented. Luckily her mentor was a patient one.

Petalpaw went out with a another apprentice but they met a tom . It would be the cliché thing for it to be her brother but it wasn't. Of course Petalpaw didn't know that. The tom looked exactly like him but the only thing he was; much older. She never took that in mind and one of the rare things she did was talk. Talk. Talk. Talk. The tom grew tired of it because he wasn't even here for Petalpaw yet the other apprentice. When he tried to take the apprentice, Petalpaw grew anxious and didn't have time to think so she fled. She had told him to stop but her words failed her. She learn to know that words were would fail her more than half of the time. So, Petalpaw spoke more and more with actions and expressions until humming was more her style. It was a way of listening and speaking. Luckily a week later the apprentice returned to the clan. Petalpaw suffered a bit for fleeing, the apprentice then disliked Petalpaw because she did. However she wouldn't blame her, the apprentice could have died.

After that she learned about the Medince cat rank, Petalpaw was confused why but she grew to love it more than what she was. Herbs didn't bite, taunt you, ask you questions. You didn't have to hurt other cats. She wasn't determined to get the rank, Petalpaw doubted it. She was doubtful. Yet it didn't stop her from picturing it. She didn't have to speak much, actually. She heard about Daydream and Truefully from the tales she was a bit frightened by them but wanted to see why she should. She disliked judging cats before she met them. Petalpaw was still hesitant though.

[ this is more like the plot part now, it's optional. ]

Now that Petalpaw is 7 moons old she started to go around the Medince cat den. Either passing it bye to sneak a peek. Curiosity always kills the cat. Petalpaw built up enough courage to try to speak to Daydream. Which meant sit at the entrance and watch while humming. The Medince cat would most likely start to get annoyed with having a apprentice watching their every move. So, they would speak to her. Petalpaw just stared at Daydream blankly, trying to sink down to the ground to be unnoticeable. The apprentice finally spoke and surprising she actually got to stay as long as she either stayed outside the den and watched or helped out. For once Petalpaw decided to help out. She would hum and put on a bright smile but she didn't speak so much to where Daydream got annoyed, not like Petalpaw wanted to speak anyway. She tone her humming down when Daydream got close because the apprentice was a bit frightened by their grumpiness until that Petalpaw grew closer with them. Training with her real mentor came less and less as she help out more and more in the Medince den. That was until her mother came in. She was pregnant with her second litter but it came too early. Both two kits would die in the birth. Leaving Petalpaw to be extremely horrified of what she witnessed. She was calm kind of. It was kind of hard to not. I mean, seeing her two siblings die. Her mother survived and Petalpaw was greatly thankful to Starclan and more or less Daydream. She trusted her more than anyone. She did save remotely her only parent and close family member. She became more talkative with her and replied to her actually but rarely talked on her own. Sooner or later Petalpaw would become Daydream's apprentice.

or...

Petalpaw did get enough courage to ask to help out. However her wish was never out of her mind. She would become distracted and then close herself off away from everyone. She would stop helping out and train for what she `had` to. Petalpaw became more distant. She would doze off and became a bit more well, empty. Until she was out in the territory and was attacked by a badger. The seven year old apprentice was badly wounded until a warrior out hunting brought her back to Daydream. Petalpaw would have scars but she wasn't permantly damaged. Daydream would confront her and Petalpaw would tell her, stuttering a lot Admitting how she disliked her rank, her lie, her brother. Yet not her wish. Petalpaw would soon bounce back and later become her apprentice.

While her wish is going to be a secret and will continue to be a distraction for her for either plots, if you even want to do one of the plots. Her wish will be reveal either with a plot or just when Petalpaw tells someone.

[ The Surface of Petalpaw ]

Name: Petalkit|Petalpaw|Petalwish, Petalfall, or Petalsong
Petal- the lie about being the only kit in her litter, her fragile appearance.
wish- one, it goes well and two, for Petal's wish.
fall- she was born in leaf-fall
song- her humming
Age: 7 moons
Gender: Female (She/Her)
Sexuality: Asexual and Aromantic
Sign: Libra [ born on August 27 ]
Bloodline: 63% Shadowclan and 47% Loner
Birthplace: the Outskirts

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[ Let's See The Inside ]

The molly is quiet, indeed. It isn't actually shy even if she does prefer to be in the background. She is quiet because she learned that the more you talk the more you can mess up. Petalpaw hums because it is more comforting than words. Sometimes if you are careful to hear the tone you can make out the words. Which is one of the reasons if you are close she doesn't have to actually use words. She will mostly use expressions and actions. Petalpaw is surprisingly calm. She doesn't freak out like most and will put on a blank expression to hide her emotions most of the time. Now the twist is that you would think someone who is fragile wouldn't be able to hold their ground but the twist is she can. One thing about Petalpaw is that words don't affect her. You can call her names and she'll shrug it off. In a way they will soon just back off. She is very aware of everything, she can learn things but she is creative. Petalpaw doesn't tell stories but her movements do. She likes to act out stories. She isn't a mute because she does speak. Just not much. Petalpaw is protective. Even if most will seem that you should protect her instead but she likes being the one to protect. When she cares about someone she will struggle but she'll be right beside you when you need someone. Her flaws is that the molly gives up too easily and can be easily scared. She doubts herself and when she does she mostly will fail. She doesn't have any talents and her humming is only good because she been doing it since anyone can remember. Petalpaw can catch on quick to things. She is your typical clumsy cat due to her large paws. She can be annoying to tell what how she feels and that one thing: Petalpaw doesn't tell. She barely ever talks about her self and if she does it is in little detail. She tends to hide her emotions until they burst. While being calm and all, Petalpaw is lazy sometimes. The she-cat can barely hurt a fly, she despises fighting and is naturally horrible at it. Hunting is meh. Which is one of the reasons why she doesn't want to be a warrior, but also caring for her clan. Since she always thought she was forced to be a warrior, Petalpaw knew it wasn't the right choice and believes being a Medince cat is. The apprentice is rather a introvert, she usually likes close friends instead of lots of friends. She dislikes crowds, naturally. She is one of the cats you could see in the background doing something but the story doesn't focus on her. Petalpaw doesn't need lots of attention. When she cares about someone she will do her best to keep them close, rather clingy sometimes. The she-cat moods vary.


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[ The Outside ]

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(https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/188/391212761_9596ab1c08_b.jpg)Petalpaw is smaller than average, having a fragile build. Her paws white, while her pads are a pink color. She has a pink nose and bright green eyes. Her face/head is black while her body seems to be a darker brown but blends well. Her back seems to have a black stripe going down it but it seems to fade into the brown the farther it goes down. Petalpaw has a scar just a bit above her nose from the loner when she was 6 moons old. She is a bit fluffier, not being a short-hair. However she isn't a long-hair either.

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[ Extra Things And Such ]

What Would Her Releaship with Daydream be?: I can't say how Daydream would like Petalpaw but Petalpaw would most likely see them as a sibling figure. She would consider them fairly close. The apprentice would trust them a lot and would be able to handle their personality well. Petalpaw may disagree a bit with Daydream sometimes, she didn't always say it but her expression would give it away. She may tell Daydream what she thinks if they are in a good mood. Rather than kicking her down if she isn't. Plus Petalpaw would rather keep her ears. She would probably talk with words more often so they could understand her, maybe Daydream could help Petalpaw's disfluency. I think their personalities would go well with each other since Daydream is rather snappy, Petalpaw would be able to handle that and not actually pick much fights with them.
Why should Petalpaw be a Medince cat apprentice?: She is patient and fairly calm, while she has a decent memory. However she could easily get sick in Leaf-Bare. Petalpaw could get creative with the herbs but she probably would be a bit doubtful when she had to treat a patient alone.
Does She Believe in Starclan?: Yes, Petalpaw does. She doesn't worship them or anything. She does knows that dead cats have to go somewhere so they must just go to Starclan. She wishes they didn't speak in riddles all the time, however.
Her Thoughts On Love?: Petalpaw doesn't love anyone romantically. She never has. Yet if you ask her who does she love and she'll reply with, "The Whole Clan, of course. Their like my family!" If she does reply. She means it non-romantically. She does believe that love exist but that she can't love anyone romantically.
Other: Petalpaw has dysfluency but it will get better as she grows older, then start go down hill again [ most likely ]
PDD: 5.96 [ right now, may be different on the choosing date. I am on everyday, though ]

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with a soft smile
she begins to fall in despair
when someone was lost dear to her
her fragile heart rides in the storm
the only thing you can hear is her song
wishing for someone to sing with her
someone to share her woes
a dream that has yet to be captured
a fear that has yet to be countered
will you join my journey?
will you sing with me?

W o l y
P o l y
king kaleb! :heartbounce:

[The_10th_Doctor]

"Nettlepaw froze, her nose turned up. The scent of marigold washed over her and she turned her head, looking for the source of the scent. She purred as her eyes landed on the golden flowers and she trotted over to them, plucking them. Her eyes shone as she thought about what Daydream would say. Even though she was a warrior apprentice, she always helped out the medicine cat in any way she could. Not that Daydream ever knew. Nettlepaw always kept her help a secret, leaving the herbs where Daydream could find them, but never coming forward. She was too much of a mouse-heart to come forward." (example of my roleplaying)

Nettlepaw is training to be a warrior at the moment, but has always wanted to be a medicine cat. She's a sweet cat with thick, short, silver fur, small paws, a silky plume of a tail, and green eyes. She's relatively small for her age, but she is stronger than a few older apprentices. She suffers from night terrors too, but deals with them in a healthy way; she often talks to her mother or her sister, Freezepaw, about them. She's only lashed out once in her life, but she apologized profusely for it and the cat she lashed out at still likes her. She has a good head on her shoulders and knows that she can't have kits if she becomes a medicine cat. Nettlepaw idolizes Daydream and hopes that since she too has nightmares, she can help them deal. She believes in StarClan, but she doesn't tell any cat in the hopes that Daydream will like her more. She'll do anything to become Daydream's apprentice and hopes she'll get chosen, but she won't be particularly heartbroken about it if she doesn't.
She likes to make sure everyone in the Clan is taken care of and she'll try her hardest to get Daydream to eat something at least once a day. She doesn't want to be too pushy with the sleeping thing, as she understands to a certain extent.

Not only that, but Nettlepaw is extremely sensitive when it comes to her sexuality. She is a homosexual, but hates it when somebody makes fun of her about it. She has very low self-esteem sometimes, but will do anything she can to stop hating herself.

I hope this is good!

Woly poly

[Aquarius]

Brindlepaw/Brindlemist
18 Moons
Cis-Female
Ace/Aro
New Warrior / Former Loner
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Brindle is a young molly who has always had an affinity for going beyond her limits. She was the daughter of two parents who wandered alone, without any affiliation. Her parents never told her much about their past, and little does she know her father's mother was also a ShadowClan warrior by the name of Embergaze. Embergaze had a relationship with a loner, and when the kits were birthed, she never wanted her Clan to find out and ran away for a few moons, eventually handing the kits over to her mate. She went back to her Clan with absurd claims of how she had been taken hostage by a fox, and she stayed in ShadowClan, alone, until she died of Greencough. Brindle's father survived, being raised by the rogue, and the other kit died. Brindle does not know Embergaze's name, nor did her father ever speak of any Clans. When she was 10 moons old her mother was captured and taken as a kittypet by the humans, and her father just disappeared into the night soon after. Brindle spent her time alone in the forest as a young molly, just trying to survive and get through the day without being starved or attacked. Enclosed in solitude, she spent most her time with the flowers and trees and stems, playing with them, eating some, and even talking with them when she got extremely bored. She grew an aptitude, for these plants were the only things she ever interacted with. She was a nomad, journeying from place to place barely escaping the claws of death. Eventually she crossed the border of ShadowClan at the age of 13 moons, and refusing to let the longer go free, she became one in their ranks. She was raised and trained for 5 moons, and finally was accepted as a full warrior. Her affinity for plants never died away, though, and warriors often get annoyed being on a patrol with her for she is always wandering off or talking to herself.
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Kind | Quiet | Grateful | Respectful | Intelligent
Brindle is a relatively quiet cat, only talking when she needs to because she is not very skilled in having conversations with others who actually speak in return. Usually when reprimanded she will stay quiet and rather sullen for a while, since when older cats talk to her she gets scared very easily. She is always willing to help others and harbors a great deal of gratitude towards her adoptive Clan. She loves seeing the happiness of others and tries to promote that within her Clan, even though ShadowClan has quite a "dark" reputation she hopes that someday they can overcome that and be appreciated just like all the other Clans. She is respectful of Daydream and understands that not every cat is filled with sunshine, and sometimes it just takes a little longer to be uncovered in some cats than others.

Detached | Fidgety | Indecisive
Brindle has a darker side to her, but she hasn't experienced much of life so most of it relates to her not knowing how to interact with other Clan members. She is often found spacing out and rather detached from society, and finds herself having a hard time answering simple questions like "How are you?" and "Are you feeling alright?". She doesn't understand much about herself and her own feelings and finds comfort in solitude, or in company of those who she really trusts. Due to lack of communication she often finds herself with a built-up amount of energy and may snap with words or fidget with whatever is nearby, making her even further disconnected from other cats her age. She has a hard time making decisions and often seeks the advice of those around her or anyone she believes can lead her to the right conclusion.
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Brindle is a pale brown molly with darker black stripes across her entire body and face, with tints of white on her muzzle and chest. She has white paws and has relatively long fur, with pointed ears and a long tail. Her pawpads and nose as a light red color, and from her time spent as a rogue she has a scar on her left leg, although it's not very visible underneath all her fur and doesn't hinder her in many ways.
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Some extra questions~

How would she react to Daydream?: Since Brindle has just been introduced to cats of all types in ShadowClan, she has had to learn very quickly that everyone is different and everyone will have varying personalities. Since her father abandoned her in a way, as long as a cat is not straight-out cruel she is probably able to ignore their dourness and see the good in them, which is what she does with Daydream. As long as she is accepted for who she is, she will accept anyone else for who they are, too.
Does she believe in StarClan?: StarClan is a new concept to Brindle, so she doesn't exactly know whether she believes it or not. But since she used to have nothing, no beliefs, the thought that there are starry cats above her and helping her through her journey is most certainly a concept that comforts her, and she would have no problem looking up to them for guidance if she is unable to provide her own - it's better than nothing, if they actually exist.
Opinions on love?: Brindle does not really understand love and relationships, and she doesn't know if she believes that love exists at all. She never saw much love within her parents for they left and didn't showcase much of their relationship, and just acted as distant friends who had to share custody of a kit. Being alone, her parents didn't quite understand love, either. When Brindle sees relationships within the Clan, they give her hope, but there's always a nagging voice in the back of her mind that makes her speak against it, about how soon enough it will fall apart anyways.
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Good luck to everyone who's entering! :heartbounce:

[Socks]

PHILOPHOBIA
noun
fear of emotional attachment;
fear of being in, or falling in love

“I don’t really want to tell you my life story, I just want to cuddle.”

--

Curlflower has been around for a while, she's just about 50 moons old.
She's got a white and brown tabby pelt and eyes that glow of gold.
She's been both warrior and queen, hunter and mother.
Not many know her story, she never tells, she's not much of a lover.

She tends to have an obsession.
Regarding physical attention.
She likes to get close and touch.
But emotions are way too much.

Sadness makes her squirmish.
Hate can make her nervous.
'Love' makes her feel sick.
She swear's she's not a lunatic.

She believes only what she can see.
She only sees lights when she sits in trees.
She can only blame herself for bad things.
So she said goodbye to her feelings.

She refuses to kill her own prey.
Though she eats it every day.
She loves keeping quiet.
She tends to live by it.

In the day she sits to watch and observe.
That's the way since her life took a swerve.
When speaking she stays at small talk.
keeping her heart away with a lock.

She tends to learn slowly
Woly Poly

[Fuzzy]

Testing, testing, one two three. Is this on? Yeah, okay.

Hello, Daydream! I was going to sing you a song, but I didn't think you'd like it. So, i didn't sing it to you, odiously. My name is Brightkit I'm a unborn white molly with ginger tabby patches{Ref (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-theTJQ3kA_Y/Uh7dOmNlZ8I/AAAAAAAAHcc/wdlGiyyyMM4/s1600/Autumn-Kittens1.jpg)}. I get my name for my bright personality and ginger fur. Others say I'm a loquacious kit but I don't know what that means, so I just go along with it. Do you know what it means? You probably do, I headed your smart and you are the Clan medicine cat. Oh! That reminds me of why I'm here! I came here to apply to be your medicine cat apprentice! That'd be what its called right? I think so. Anywho, I'm a very bright playful kit who can't consenstrat on anything I don't want to for to long. Well sometimes it's hard to even if I want to. Some say I have ADHD, is that possible? What even is it? Oh yeah, I'm quiet curious and I love to help the Elders and my Mum. That's why I wanna be a medicine cat, so I can heal the Clan. Yeah, yeah I know there's more to being a Medicine cat then just healing your Clanmates and there's a code and all but I still want to. And I know, you can have a mate or kits everyone knows that. To be honest I don't want one! Who would? Another tom or molly to love you all your life, bleh, who wants that?! I know I don't! Uh anyway, that's another reason I want to be a Medicine cat, no one will try and get you to be there mate or have there kits. For StarClan sake they needed to learn to control there emotions. Changing subject, back there I mentioned that I'm curious and all that but I do know when to stop asking questions and just be, well, silent. Some think I don't but, really that's only when I'm mad at them and know that it'll bug em. Witch is kinda fun. I mean who doesn't like to see a cat get mad and annoyed but not want to yell? Its so funny. Did I mention I'm a bit sarcastic at times and I love to annoying or pick on people? No? Well I do, and I'm not afraid to say so. Anyway, Daydream? I know you don't like StarClan but I think their cool. Even if they can be Foxhearts and I do tend to get mad at them. They walk in the sky! Like they have wings or something! Anyway I think that's it! I hope you liked my application.

See ya, Woly poly!
(Since my Buttercupbreeze has been chosen as Deputy I will not be applying for Medicine cat apprentice. But good luck to everyone here!)

[Viper]

"Clutz. To use a word to describe myself, I'd use clutz."

Ebonystripe is a young Shadowclan warrior who is barely 13 moons old. He doesn't really feel comfortable with romantic relationships with others and is a bit of a clutz. He always brings back prey that looks like it had been buried all day since he drops it a lot.

"Or perhaps it is just lame. I have heard cats say that. "

Ebonystripe is a pitch black tom with yellow eyes and a light-grey, almost white stripe on his spine. He is named after his fur. Ebony- for his black pelt. Stripe- for the singular stripe on his back. His eyes seem to know more than Ebony lets on to others, and show his emotions vividly.

"Or should I use odd? I mean, I look very different than your normal cat..."

Ebony is a bit of a clutz, seeming to trip on nothing and drop anything he is carrying, more than once. He can't keep his paws on the ground properly while fighting or hunting, causing him to mostly fall on his face or shoulders. He loves helping others and would do anything for his clanmates. He even vouches to do more difficult tasks, even though he knows he'll be a clutz. He cares a lot about the well-being of any cat and will help even if they aren't from Shadowclan. Though shadowclan is his first priority. He isn't really brave and shakes when he gets scared or nervous. He loves talking unless it is about something he is uncomfortable with. He is interested in learning everything he can about everything and asks a lot of annoying questions. Which can make him a nuisance.

"Or maybe nuisance? That is how everyone sees me anyway."

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"Maybe overly-helpful? I try to help too much and get embarrassed for it."

His parents' are strong believers in starclan, and tried to pass that on to him. He believes they are there, but only to watch and participate in ceremonies. He thinks of them like elders, watching everyone like they are a hopeless kit. He doesn't believe in the Dark forest, thinking they are too scary to even be real.

"Or maybe even, scared. I shake when I get nervous, or even frightened by the smallest sound."

Ebonystripe is odd, a clutz, overly-helpful, a bit of a nuisance, and a scaredy-cat(no pun intended). He tries his hardest to be a warrior and fails at it every time. He is replaced with different cats when he is assigned to hunting patrols,
and battle training. They send him on border patrols, just to try and help Ebony feel normal.


Woly Poly

[mvoxhu]

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❝ i've made some bad decisions, but i am ready to change that. ❞

""i've killed someone.
probably not the best thing to say to someone who you're trying to gain the trust of, but i consider honesty to be the best policy in these situations. the reason behind it was valid, don't worry, although it may take a lot of explaining... i guess the sooner i start, the quicker it'll be over.

i was previously a loner. mother was kind soul, but she loved father very much. my dad was more of the stubborn and stoic type, he would rarely pay any attention to me or my siblings. we lived in a barn, a lot of other cats resided there with us. it was kind of like a clan, but without the rules and codes set in place. maybe a gang would be a better term? my dad ruled the place, what he said stayed, and he made the important choices for the cats. he was also the cat who i wanted to impress and prove myself to. so, i did.

when i was deemed old enough to participate in dad's hunts and fights, i immediately did so. my mother wasn't very happy, but my brother joined me in doing it. he was tall and slim, with a spotted coat and pointed ears, much like myself. we were almost identical apart from our varying eye colours; his a burning amber, whilst mine was a solemn green. we were both determined to gain our father's attention and admiration, so we sought out to do it together. we were tough in battle, and would often go on hunting trips to return with heaps of mice and crows. but, alas, he was still absorbed on others.

that was, until we finally got the chance to prove ourselves. with the threats of a rival rogue group, we were in danger. one night, our barn was attacked fiercely; we were also severely outnumbered. my realistic side told me it wasn't possible for us to win, yet my brother and i both just gave each other a stare before letting it rip on our enemies. we were good, despite lacking in muscle and brute strength, our lean builds were easier to manoeuvre than the other felines'.

soon enough, it became obvious that we'd basically given up. before i could make another move, a screech rang out from the heaps of bloodied flanks. i recognised it as the large tom i had grown to call my father. he was beaten down and roughened up, breathing at a bare minimum. he wasn't going to live; that was for certain.

the other rogues were happy that they'd killed our alpha, assuming that we were pretty much defenceless now. i believed that we were, and i was going to just let it all be. but, my brother was not feeling the same. he gritted his teeth and hummed, announcing that he was to be the new alpha in place of his father. some cats decided to argue, stating that they should be the superior, some even said that i would be a more mature feline to lead them. i disagreed. whilst this was going on it seems the rival group had grown tiresome of our debates, and, slowly but surely, they left.

the next few days were calm, which wasn't what i had expected at all. everyone was on edge, yes, but we were all busy trying to replenish the barn. i believe that we were unsafe, and i brought it up, however, my brother immediately shot me down. it seemed that he wanted to run things his way, and his way only. i was alright with that, i suppose. as long as my mother and sister were safe. but speaking of them, they weren't in the best of conditions. my brother had made a new rule within the group. all females have to be used for breeding. nothing more. now, i believed that was unfair. extremely unfair.

so, again, i spoke to him about his decisions. he got angry, furious even. he threatened to force me out of the group. which eventually caused me to shut up. i was annoyed at him for using his power to treat others wrongly. he was annoyed at me for always disagreeing with him.

that's what started our fight. i was commanded to go and hunt a few mice from the neighbouring fields. which i went out to do almost immediately. i didn't expect for my brother to follow me, however. as i was crouching down to pounce on one of the small creatures, i felt another body land on top of me. i was winded momentarily, but flipped around to see the tom i had known my entire life.
"i'm sick and tired of the way you treat me, you're supposed to be my brother Harley!" he yelled at me, still above my bodice.

i didn't respond back, only barrelling away from the male. he was stronger than me, and i knew that. although i was quicker than he. leaping onto the tom's back, i dug my claws into the flesh of his back. both of us were furious, this was our way of showing that. again, i felt myself being forced into the ground. i hadn't remembered him being this good at fighting. i was,,, struggling against him. i got up one more time, scratches adorning my face and back. later i'd find out that those scratches would become scars. my body flung itself towards him, only to be shot down yet again. i was growing tired of my body always hitting the ground. god, i was useless against this cat. i knew about his weaknesses and strengths in battle, but it was like i was unable to fight him. i could feel my eyes closing over, my breathing irregular. this must've been what it felt like to be on the verge of death. images of my childhood flashed through my mind. my father, my brother.... my mother and sister. they were innocent in this.. i couldn't let them suffer anymore.

suddenly, a new found energy pulsed through my veins. i pushed the tom off of me, clasping his head between my claws. they delved into my brother's skin. he was now the one who lay helpless on the ground. i could hear his erratic breaths. or, maybe they were my own... growing tired of watching his pained expressions, i took a deep inhale before my teeth met with the flesh of his throat. metal. god the taste of it was strong. but my mouth went deeper into his chest. he wailed, screeched even. as i pulled away his body spasmed and his lips curled in a cruel fashion. i was wide-eyed, scared of both the dying cat in front of me, but also scared of myself.

that's why i ran. i ran as far as i could, away from the barn and my family.

i was found by the shadowclan territory a moon or so later, where i was held to the ground once more. my eyes grew wide. would they kill me? i didn't want to hurt any other feline. the images of my brother bloodied up almost caused me to throw up as the cats claws pinned me to the earth. despite my sketchy appearance into their territory, the cats took me in. i was glad that they had. but, of course they questioned me a lot. asked about my background, my scars, why my ears were so large. at my jittery response to the first two questions, and the heavy breathing i would produce, they deemed me unhealthy to be a warrior. although, i was still given a name.

"webjaw, for the web-like scarring that is across your jaw." that didn't make me worse at all....

they told me that i would become an elder, due to my panicking expressions when told i would have to fight as a warrior. i also didn't want anything to do with killing or harming cats... it just brought back memories. memories that i did not want stuck in my head.

it was a little odd for a 28 moon-old cat to reside to the elders' den, but i wasn't fit to work elsewhere in the camp. which is why i feel as if i should become medicine cat apprentice. i need to pay back to the cats here, they've helped me through a lot. but i also wish to learn about the herbs and plants. it seems more friendly than,,, learning about claws and teeth.

anyways, i suppose i should share some things about myself.
i'm webjaw, i identify as a male, but you can refer to me as a they or he. i don't mind.
i'm not really attracted to anyone... in fact i try not to see cats in that type of way. perhaps it's just that i'm afraid of them leaving me? i'm not too sure, but i tell myself that there isn't a reason for it.
my previous name was harley... i- i'd rather not talk about my past too much though.
a few of the elders say that i have post-traumatic stress disorder.. i've told them about how i feel when fighting, and they claim that it may be because of past events. by what they've told me, i believe that i do have post-traumatic stress disorder.
there probably isn't much else to say about me.
if you aren't alright with me being a newer member of the clan, or still trying to learn about the laws and rules that abide here... then i suppose i'm not the cat for you.

i appreciate your opening of the position. i hope you find who you're looking for.""

the speckled tom gave a formal bow, before he ducked out from the area. the scent of pine needles left as the feline disappeared amongst the other cats.

[ woly poly ]

[Casual Scribbles]

Stormypaw, who will eventually become Stormysky, is an eight-moon-old dark grey Siberian cat with darker grey, almost black, coloring on her face, paws and tail. Stormypaw’s eyes are a brilliant blue. Stormypaw identifies as genderfluid, but currently still goes by her/his original pronouns (she/her) except by a few of her/his most trusted friends. Stormypaw has not yet told her/his warrior mentor about her/his gender identity. She/he would even be debating about telling Daydream about her/his gender identity for a while even though they are similar to Stormypaw, although not the same. Stormypaw is discontent with her/his life as a warrior apprentice and is disappointed that she/he was made an apprentice before Daydream was ready to take one on. She/he hopes to be switched into becoming a medicine cat so that she/he does not have to continue training as a warrior. She/he wouldn't be able to help but feel a twinge of jealousy if some other lucky cat were chosen instead of her/him. Stormypaw is not good at fighting in the slightest because she/he is incapable of hurting another cat. This is not the result of any physical disabilities, but instead the result of a mental block. She/he cannot bear to be the cause of another’s pain. She/he is the subject of many teasing taunts about being weak, but Stormypaw knows she/he is not. She/he can just feel that if she/he really tried, she/he would be able to injure another. She/he has been known to swat her/his friends over the ears if they’re being stupid or stubborn, but will never actually cause them pain. She/he is an adequate hunter. She/he would probably be better if it weren’t for the fact that she/he is a bit clumsy because her/his fur often gets caught on twigs or branches. Stormypaw is always fretting over her/his friends’ health and emotions, constantly asking if they were hurt during training or if they’d eaten yet, or if they were drinking enough. However, this makes her/him slightly hypocritical because Stormypaw is almost always dehydrated and often forgets to eat. She/he also only goes to Daydream if her/his injury is serious. For example, if she/he only had a sprained paw or a torn claw, she/he’d take care of it her/himself. However, if she/he were to break a bone she/he would go to Daydream to get it fixed. Though, if she/he were to become a medicine cat apprentice, she/he would most likely take care of her/himself more. She/he would almost definitely force Daydream to eat and sleep more and would take over whatever job Daydream had been doing to make sure they didn’t have any excuse not to do so. She/he would also be worried about Daydream’s nightmares and would most likely wake them up if she/he saw that they were having one. She/he is a very fast learner, especially if what she/he is learning about interests her/him. However, it is very difficult to get her/him to pay total attention if she/he is not interested by what she/he is being taught. Somehow, though, she/he always manages to pick up on what she/he missed. Thankfully, Stormypaw is very interested in herbs and their uses and learns them fast. She/he tends to mix up the ones with similar names or uses, though, and has to be corrected multiple times before it sticks in her/his brain. Stormypaw considers her/himself a neutralist in which she/he can see the bright side, but is not at all blind to the negative side of things. She/he would prefer to look to the bright side if she/he became Daydream’s apprentice because she/he would believe they had enough negativity and hers/his wasn’t as necessary. However, she/he would not go searching for a bright side if she/he can’t see one and will state very flatly that there is no bright side. Stormypaw has mild social anxiety, but has mostly learned to overcome it. She/he still tries to avoid conversing with cats she/he doesn’t know well because she/he knows for a fact the she/he will get stuck on a word and start stammering. She/he also knows that the conversation will get awkward quickly because she/he won’t know what to talk about. If she/he is talking amongst the few friends she/he has come out to and one of them uses the incorrect pronouns, she/he will politely correct them. Stormypaw has very strong emotions and cries easily. She/he hates this and will do her/his best to hide it or calm down at least until she can get to a private place to cry, but this almost never works. She/he doesn’t like cats worrying about her/him and will usually play it off as nothing or will make up some random excuse. She/he does the same thing when she/he’s feeling sick. She/he will hide it until it gets really bad, but even then, she/he will try to play it down. Stormypaw does get slightly queasy if there’s too much blood or if the wound is particularly gruesome and will go as long as she/he can before she/he has to back away and get some fresh air. She/he will always make sure her/his patient is stable enough to be left alone for a few moments before she/he steps away and will refuse to leave her/his patient if they’re not stable, no matter how bad the queasiness gets. She/he supposes this is an okay attribute, but wishes that she/he were simply not queasy. She/he loves kits and will constantly find excuses to take care of them. She/he also loves hearing the elder’s stories and therefore is one of the rare few apprentices that doesn’t complain when she/he is assigned to checking them for ticks and fleas.

(Whop. I forgot to add Woly Poly)

[Tundra]

Ref (https://icatcare.org/sites/default/files/kcfinder/images/images/norwegian_forest.jpg)

Flowerpaw is a black, white and brown cat.
She has a brown pelt along with white paws/under belly. She has black markings along her back and tail with a black tail tip.

“Hey, that looks fun!”

Flowerpaw has a short attention span. Sometimes she’ll get her work done, but she usually gets distracted. This little apprentice will get the job done though! ...eventually.

“Ugh! Fine!”

She tends to get irritated if you tell her to do something over and over. She won’t yell at you, she doesn’t like yelling at all.

“Ha, race you!”

Flowerpaw is very hyper and tends to get into trouble. She loves making new friends and she’ll help out if needed. She is all over the place and usually restless.

“No. You can’t make me.”

Flowerpaw doesn’t exactly listen to rules and is pretty stubborn. Well I guess she does, sometimes. The she-cat won’t listen to anyone who is younger or the same age as her. Sometimes she doesn’t listen to warriors.

“Prove it!”

She is also very daring. She just goes looking for trouble. The ShadowClan apprentice will challenge anyone just for fun. Whether it be a race, climbing, or anything, she just wants to have fun.

“Ugh, my stomach hurts! Can I be done for now, I need to see the medicine cat...”

Flowerpaw will sometimes lie to get out of something she doesn’t want to do. She doesn’t lie very often though, just occasionally.

“I did it, sorry...”

Flowerpaw is honest. She sometimes takes the blame for what her friends did wrong. Even though the lies, she can still tell the truth.

“Hey, are you okay?”

She is very sympathetic and will help anyone in need. She feels sorry for others and will try to cheer them up.

Well, that’s all for now... See ya later, Woly Poly!

[Mauve]

"i know it's stilly.
but i used to play a game in my head
trying to believe you might feel the same way.

if that car turns right, you love me.
if it's not yet midnight, you love me.
if that girl sits in that chair, you love me.
if it rains tomorrow, you love me.

and i don't think i ever really believed
that stupid game would mean anything
but now i know for sure it didn't
because the car turned right
it was not yet midnight
that girl sat in that chair
and it rained that next day
and still,
you did not love me."
-C (imjust-a-girl.tumblr)

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Spiderkit was never suppose to be born. He was never suppose to take a breath or air,
or place his tiny paws on the earthy soil. He was never suppose to see the light
through the trees or catch glimpses of shadows on water at night. He was never suppose
to have dreams and aspirations of his own to someday carry out and fulfill.
No, he was never suppose to be born.

But he was.

Being born out of sin was not something Spiderkit was ever familiar with. Since he
came into ShadowClan as a kit, the stares he got and the whispers that danced around him
were all he knew. Of course, he had no possible idea they were talking about
him. Oblivious to the faint murmurs of conversations that centered around him like
the sun does the earth he danced about on tiny paws, from one group to the next,
speaking kind words of "hello!" and "want to play?". Decline after decline and finally
the young Spiderkit was alone, sitting by himself as the other kits played in the nursery,
all seeming to have a certain sparkle about them that young Spiderkit just did not posses.

The first hint. The first little twinge of the fact that maybe, perhaps, something was...
off about him. Something about Spiderkit expelled darkness into the air, and it confused him
because... who would ever distrust a kit? Who would ever look at a new form of life and think
anything other than what a blessing it was? The beginning of a hardened heart. Dark thoughts
that swirled about his tiny mind, clouding his amber eyes and causing his midnight black fur to become
coated with the damp sweat that left his pawpads as he attempted to clean himself in an effort to
release the tension built up inside.

The day of being an apprentice. A proud day, where Spiderpaw could escape the cruel taunting of
the other kits - and perhaps his own taunting thoughts - in the territory that now expanded before
him. With no family in sight he accepted the honor of becoming an apprentice and ran into
the endless bliss of freedom. Day after night after day he would escape the comments that
stung like claws and walk the borders, the ones shared with RiverClan, gazing out into the
unknown and feeling a tug at his heart - or what is left of it at that moment.
"I shouldn't be longing to go there."
Anguish erupts and Spiderpaw returns to ShadowClan, paws trudging into
the expected verbal battle awaiting him in the dark corners of the apprentices den.

Paws curl tight and ears lay flat against her head, Spiderpaw prays to the stars that are not yet out,
wishing for a peaceful serenity to replace the heartless desert that expands his mind, causing him to
dodge each falling rock so as to not have the cruel thoughts take him down with them.

Nothing.

Silence.

Almost as if Spiderpaw was never suppose to be born.


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On the outside, Spiderpaw is generally bubbly and perky, always doing as he is instructed, sitting where he is told, and executing each action called of him. A mask of smiling and butterflies cover his face, one that hides away the darker parts of his mind. See, Spiderpaw has these... thoughts. Ever since he realized not every cat in the world is like him - kind, accepting, non-judgemental - he's felt, well, alone. A part of his heart longs to be in RiverClan ever since he heard of the cats of the water, but he does not know why. He is only six moons, nearing his seventh, and already he cannot see his future in ShadowClan. This scares Spiderpaw, and every night when the rest of the camp is asleep under a blanket of stares, awake is this young feline, wishing for the stars above to tell him who he is. Why he doesn't have any family in ShadowClan. Why his mother left the Clan right after he was born, giving him up to another queen to be yet another hungry mouth yearning for food that was difficult to give with leaf-bare approaching.

Spiderpaw never got an answer from the Stars. Cold and desolate became the valleys in his mind, and despite having this urge to believe in his warrior ancestors nestled in the tangled thorns of his heart, his mind simply couldn't comprehend how they ignored him time and time again. This made him grow cold, like the claws of night that penetrated his fur whenever the apprentices' den would get too suffocating, causing him to slip out in the middle of the night.

What he does not know is he was never suppose to be born. The stars look down on his birth as a disgrace to the Clans, yet another pair of "loyal cats" breaking the code valued by the majority for love. He is half RiverClan - with his father residing from there - and half ShadowClan, where his mom descends from. He knew not one of them, since his mother left the Clan shortly after giving birth to him, and his father, well... he does not know who that is. At first he would always ask, but no cat had the courage to tell him he was half-Clan. No cat believed it would be helping anything. "Let him believe he is full ShadowClan, but always keep watch over his actions." "Don't let him stray too far to the border, he might not come back." All the silent whispers that echoed around him, one's that Spiderpaw would catch in passing, but never be able to untangle or decode. After awhile, he just stopped asking. Figured, if his father ever did love him, he would find him.

That's why he never really approached anyone in ShadowClan anymore. He never goes out of his way to make friends, since they are all cold towards him. Or fake. And Spiderpaw can't decide which is worse. But he is polite and kind to everyone. Until one of the apprentices takes things too far. A cut above his eye, dirt in his lungs. With his spirit shattered, Spiderpaw trudged into the medicine den, his impeccable façade broken. Perhaps Daydream picks up on this - perhaps not. Regardless, Spiderpaw tries for the first time to confide in someone. Suddenly, his words are tumbling over each other like a cascading waterfall; a dam that has broke and allowed every single secret droplet to fall into the chaotic depths below. And when it's over, he confesses that he's leaving ShadowClan. Tonight. And promises Daydream to not tell anyone. To just forget about him, like his Clanmates have. Like his mother did. Like his father. Like StarClan.

Will Daydream try to convince him to stay? Will they be able to see the true pain and agony that plagues Spiderpaw's heart and soul, causing him to spiral into a whirlwind of darkness, with no chance for even a little ray of light? Or will Spiderpaw be lost to the darkness in his mind, forever?

Every day Spiderpaw played this game with himself.
If the leaf floats away, you'll come find me.
If it is not yet sunhigh, you'll come find me.
If that bird lands on that branch, you'll come find me.
If it rains tomorrow, you'll come find me.

But eventually, he gave up looking for signs everywhere.
Because that leaf did float away,
it was not yet sunhigh
that bird landed on that branch
and it rained that next day
And still, Spiderpaw was lost, with no one coming to find him.
king kaleb! decided to change the gender and name, because i fell in love with the name spiderfern, and wanted to use it for here. also added a little plot to the end of it on how he becomes daydream's apprentice ^^
woly poly

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[yummyluc]

driftpaw [formerly, quinn | in the future, driftstorm]
nonbinary [ey/em/eir/eirs/eirself]
questioning sexuality, undetermined
young apprentice [will train as warrior prior to med. cat]
[link (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/94/db/e8/94dbe8e0d6c210d623271c245d32ef07.jpg)]

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named drift because of eir constantly drifting mind, personality, and alignment
former kittypet origins
training as a warrior but desires to train as a medicine cat

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AWKWARD
lacking skill or dexterity; lacking grace or ease of movement; lacking social graces or manners

if there is any word to describe driftpaw, it must be awkward. in every sense of it. ey are a former kittypet, and a fairly lazy one at that, resulting in eir lack of grace and dexterity. this also pertains to eir manners around others. ey don't say much, but often don't think much about what ey do end up saying, resulting in the words coming out wrong or in jumbled syllables. it is difficult for em to speak to other cats. ey trip over eir own paws just as much as ey trip over their own words. ey tend to make almost every situation uncomfortable as well as a result, whether or not it would have been awkward in the first place. ey have trouble speaking about eir aspirations, desires, and dreams just as much as eir nightmares, hatred, and troubled emotions. this also causes em to be distant from other cats and have trouble connecting with others, even those ey have come to trust and love to a familial level.

SOFT-SPOKEN
softly or mildly spoken; persuasive or suave; speaking with a soft or gentle voice; mild

speaking gently and beating around the bush during confrontation are some of driftpaw's worst habits. ey tend to speak with a very persuasive aura and almost always get what ey want, whether ey whine about it until ey do or ey manage to convince whoever they're trying to persuade with eir mild tone and light-hearted way of wording things. however, ey do struggle to talk about eirself constantly, even responding to something as simple as "how as your day been?" is a struggle for em. ey also have somewhat of a stammer to eir speech pattern and tend to repeat things like stories once or twice to the same cats.

DAYDREAMER
someone who is often in a dreamlike, musing state or fantasy while awake, usually pertaining to the fulfilment of wishes

saying driftpaw is a consistent daydreamer has to be an understatement. it doesn't matter whether ey are training or hunting or having a conversation, ey will almost always zone out into eir own little world and you'll have to repeat what you just said again because ey probably didn't even hear it in the slightest. because of their habit of daydreaming, ey tend to have a very bright, hopeful, and optimistic outlook on life. ey always have something nice to say about something, even the worst situation. whether its something automatic or something ey usually think about is unknown, probably even to driftpaw eirself.

IMPRESSIONABLE
susceptible; easily influenced because of a lack of critical ability

driftpaw is incredibly impressionable, sort of like a toddler that just learned to speak, and is spewing curse words in the back seat because the driver let one slip. ey don't understand the concept of right and wrong and can be led either way depending on who's paws ey fall into. they're also very easily impressed and are mesmerised by the simplest of things like catching a mouse or climbing a tree. their personality often drifts as well with this problem, as it tends to meld with whoever ey've spent the most time with or whoever ey've spoken to recently,

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driftpaw's origins come from a house from the twoleg place that was placed a bit deeper in the forest than the others. ey were part of a large litter of kittens that were supposed to be given away and shipped out to other homes. on the night before ey were picked up, ey slipped out of the nest and got lost in the forest. ey wandered for days, becoming more and more desperate as ey couldn't find eir way out. ey became so exhausted ey ended up passing out on the border of shadowclan. for a while, the clan took care of em and nursed em back to health, however due to eir exhaustion, ey don't remember much apart from being initiated into the clan and becoming an apprentice.

being a former kittypet, driftpaw's heredity comes from a family of domestic shorthairs which is where ey get eir neat, short coat from. ey inherited eir grey tones from eir father, and eir pale eyes and dusty tint from eir mother. ey have a very thin, long, and lanky build and look almost frail because of it, but are larger than most apprentices eir age. because ey come from kittypets, ey lack any prominent scars apart from one that marks eir forehead from an incident within the forest. ey have a very sharp, defined figure with large ears and a long tail and a very narrow face. eir paw pads and nose are a very bright rosy pink that make eir primarily dull-toned appearance somewhat less so.

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eir religious beliefs are somewhat doubted because of how ey really have no set personality. just like eir persona, eir religious belief drifts from situation to situation. sometimes it's all ey can put eir bets on, all that ey can trust, but other times ey trust eirself more than ey trust supposed cats in the sky that control fate. ey are in the constant limbo of "if it's meant to be, it'll happen" and "if you want it to be, chase after it." this often causes problems for em, especially between what ey tell certain cats, resulting in most not being able to trust eir judgement in the longrun.

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" i like to daydream. everything is in control and you don't have to be alone "

" sorry, did i mess up again? i can never tell with you cats "

" yeah, not my problem. i don't want to get involved "

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today i tried to catch a feather that was drifting in the wind
so fine, so light, so delicate and grey as hell.
i clawed at it in a bid to catch the poor thing
yet the more i tried, the further away it flew.
i questioned myself over why i wanted to catch it in my hand,
and i realised i desperately needed something tangible to hold on to.
something; anything.
anything that i could pin all my hopes and dreams on.
i was too forceful in keeping you close to me,
to let you be the pivot of my existence.
yet the feather finally taught me today,
that i should let you go, and let you drift with the wind
and let it bring you where you will eventually stay.
maybe you will find a heart that will be your home one day.
until judgement day: drift, soar, fly!
[credit (https://hellopoetry.com/poem/1247282/drifting-feather/)]

woly poly

[Fuzzy]

Wow all of these are so amazingly made cats! I haven't been reading them, no, not one. I like all the creativity!

[Autumnblaze]

OKAY.
Name - Guardianheart (pretty sure Day already knows him, I think we've roleplayed in the past?)
Rank - Warrior
Pelt color - wire-haired mangy grey Tom with darker grey tufts of fur that stick out
Eye color - Dull blue
Personality - Optimist, Guardianheart has had bad experiences in the past. He left his former mate, Hollyheart and abandoned his son, Scratchpaw, to become mates with a RiverClan cat named Brindlefawn. She then died soon after giving birth to two kits, and its haunted him ever since. Although things have and will go down hill, and he knows it, he tries to convince himself that everything will be okay, and there's nothing to worry about. He's always liked being alone and isolated from everyone else, as it helps him think, something he does best. He's not very good at fighting or hunting, and runs away from any fight he sees. He's never really thought of being a medicine cat, but he'd be honored to take the job.

WOLY POLY

[Deerlie]

Good job guys! I’m not gonna post cuz I wonr get it, but these posts are great!! Keep up the good work!

[Bella~]

Hi! I'm so happy that you decided t-Just kidding, listen and I'll tell you why you should pick me as your apprentice, not like I actually care though. My name is Buzzardpaw, wait I should start from the beginning huh? Well, when I was born my mother took a look at me and said Useless, and that was my name. I was called useless for Six moons of my life, and it proved to be true. My mother and father neglected me, I was a useless son. I was a horrible fighter, and I would have been killed had the death of the dusk syndicate not happened before. After the Syndicate disbanded I was left alone to wander the forest. I was a useless hunter, and I hadn't eaten for three days. That's when I found the Shadowclan patrol. At first they were cautious, and that's natural. I mean who would trust a cat like me? I'm a useless sickly thin dark grey cat, my eyes are dark brown, everything about me has always been dark. After I got accepted into the clan and changed my name to Buzzardpaw I heard of 'Starclan'. I loved my parents, I truly did, but they couldn't have cared less about me. I wanted to forgive them for the neglect, for leaving me all alone to die in the forest. I prayed to Starclan, I prayed and prayed and prayed. Nothing. Nothing happened in myself, I couldn't find it in me to forgive them and that's how I know that Starclan isn't real. I began to hate them, but mostly myself even more after that and often find myself in a state of misery, lost in a never ending void. Now that I am seven moons old I have come to the conclusion that as long as I grow attached to no one, and not care about myself at all I can make it through this life. However, I fear oneday my wall will crumble. Someone could have enough light in them for the both of us. What drives me paranoid, is I don't know who. How is it some cats are ending these? All saying Woly Poly or something like that? Ugh, what mousebrains! Bye.

[Owl]

c: my goodness! i love reading these! so many good choices and some are very very creative. i'm cheering you all on :3 good luck~!
:squee: :love4:

[Deerlie]

Name: Pinepaw
Age: seven moons old
Gender: Male
Looks: Pinepaw is a black male with white paws and green eyes. He had a white ring on his tail.
Personality: He is a grumpy tom who hates being an apprentice. He doesn’t believe in Starclan or the dark forest. He can be nice but when they talk about Starclan he gets bitter.
Likes: Nothing
Dislikes: everything
Mother: Shadeflower
Farther: Vixenshade
Siblings: Pikepaw, Pitchpaw, Plumkit, Phesentbird, Palepebble and Pebbleblunce
Markings: he has a ring on his tail and a half moon on his shoulder.


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NOW TIME FOR SOME MORE!!!!

I have a roleplay example for you!


The recently exiled tom was dozing in the two leg den. Whitemist was a former warrior of Thunderclan but had gotten exiled when his kit, Daisypaw, had reviled him bringing her back. He had fallen in love with a Riverclan she cat. She had two kits, Daisykit and Peachkit. Peachkit got swept down river and she was lost. Daisykit has survived and was taken to Thunderclan. A queen had taken care of her along with her two kits and became a member. When Daisykit was four moons old, she got swept down river and into Shadowclan territory, she went from there lost until she fell in agian -and this time into Riverclan. Gleamwing, the former medicine cat had found her and brought her back to health. She took her back to Thunderclan where Jaymist had scolded her. Jaymist began to get old and became Whitemist. Daisypaw has gotten exiled for disrespecting Starclan and how, she lived as a loner, catching prey and putting it outside Thunderclan camp, while her father was a cozy kittypet. Whitemist was happy with his new life. A new mate named Dixi, and she was pregnant with his kits. He was proud. He curled beside her ears flicking. Rasping sounded in the room next to him and he got up,ears flattened with curiositu. He noticed his two leg on the ground rasping and holding h is theoat. He padded over and reached his paw into the two legs mouth and pulled the white substance out. He rubbed against him mewing. “Are you ok?” The toleg has gotten up and said something he couldn’t understand. He sighed and looked at his mate who was asleep. He padded over to the silver dish and lapped at a white substance called milk. He loved it. He chewed a few pellets and then hopped back to his bedding where he mewed, “I’ll be right back.” To his sleeping mate. Whitemist pushes through the kitty door and out side. He hopped on the fence and over. The large white tom pressed his stomach to the ground and outstretched his paws in a massive stretch. His maw opened in a yawn and he kneaded the snow. He glanced sideways as a bush rustled and a she cat stepped out, her fur matted with blood. “Daisypaw?” He quickly padded over. The she cat took a step forward before her legs crumpled under her and she fell, limp. He realized that this wasn’t Daisypaw, but his sister. Grasspelt. He mewed in dispair and pressed his nose in her fur. A few moments later he had dug a hole and put her inside. Now he sat vigil for the cat who was born beside him. When the sun began to set, the forest became dark and he pushed his way through the door. His mate was awake and she rubbed against him mewing, are you ok.” He didn’t answer but curled up and closed his eyes falling asleep. He opened his eyes as a bright light formed. He awoke and stretched. Whitemist padded outside and purred, feeling the warm sun on his back. He sat down and groomed his side, allowing his thoughts to over flow his mind


Or



A she cat was wondering around the roads. Her soft fur was gorgeous. Everyone in the town knew this girl. She was very popular but today should be no more. The very beautiful Cream she cat was just wondering around today. " today is a brand new day. Today is the first day that I get to look around. I am fortunately do not know this town someone for to meeting new cats. "But what she didn't know is that her time here would end. She Paddd past bushes and branches some form of trees do but your saddest thing is your biggest nightmare. She soon Saw a big thunderpath. She heard the loud bellow of them. A shiny grey one flew by and disappeared. She Had thought she was safe and raced forwards. The monster came upon her. She tried to run but it drove right upon her leg. She cried in pain, dragging herself to safety. She curled Hmong the bracken and began to lick her leg. She needed help. She doze into an uneasy sleep. A few minutes later She awoke to growling. She looked up and shrieked. A large badger was standing in her way. It raised a paw and threw it at her neck. The cat couldn't move. The claws sliced her throat and she gasped before falling to the ground. Im sorry Windclan. I tried... The cat closed her eyes and made her journey to Starclan

[Ivyfeather]

So I joined WCO in January so it hasn't been a full 2 months on here, but I feel that I am pretty active and definitely understand the warrior cats. I'd love an active role that I can jump on and use daily. I struggled with even bothering to propose a med cat apprentice, but I figured there's no harm in trying. So here I am, presenting Foxkit:

Foxkit is very inquisitive and loves to learn. He's had a normal, average kithood so far with the exception of being a typical kit. He's not very outgoing, mostly introverted and quiet; therefore, he doesn't bounce around and play or mimick hunting by stalking a butterfly or what have you.

He is still developing his belief system and enjoys hearing others thoughts and using those to form his own opinions. Foxkit does have strange dreams involving other forest creatures (mice, birds, squirrels, badgers, foxes, and even snakes) talking to him in prophetic words, but not necessarily giving him prophecies. They do give him heads up on things happening around camp such as a she-cat expecting kits before that she-cat knew she was pregnant, or weather on Gathering nights, etc. Not necessarily important things, but interesting things. He hasn't fully investigated where these dreams come from, but he would like to ask StarClan one day.

Regarding StarClan, he's not entirely sure if he believes in their power, but he does understand that some cats have the ability to talk with the dead, ie. StarClan. Foxkit just isn't convinced that StarClan has the power that most cats say they do, but he does have a lot to learn.


Here's his profile (https://millerca776.wixsite.com/ciciwarriorcats/foxkit) on my site.

[vellichor]

Sagittarius
Female [ Cis ]
7 Moons
Sexuality undetermined

Currently in ShadowClan
Formerly loner
Joined when she was 6 moons old
Refuses to change her name

Ref (http://memberfiles.freewebs.com/07/88/81168807/photos/undefined/Daisykit.jpg) | Ref (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTqKSobYGugip3V_GZkHeTwKqmec3XZX 2Q-XTjU_pgu-_4xWlKI) | Ref (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR5fzMIqAch8ty_UGifIdJTcRt8dlPWo IUpdcSwt2A0tyhwX0vj)

Sagittarius is a golden tabby shorthair. Her base coat is a pale gold with darker gold stripes along her flank, but only Her flank. Her tail and face are untouched by dark stripes. Her tail is plain pale gold, while her face is pale gold with dark gold ear tips. Her eyes are a sage green with a darker green near the iris. They’re flecked with dark gold, about the same shade as her tabby stripes.

General Personality [ ESTJ - A ] (https://www.16personalities.com/estj-strengths-and-weaknesses)

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I think her personality is interesting because she’s stubborn to accept new things. Which means she’ll be skeptical about the idea of spirit cats. In the end, when becoming a full medicine cat, she may end up adding a suffix to her name.

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“Yeah, I was a loner. So what? You have a problem with that? Too bad. I’m here, deal with it.”

Woly Poly

king kaleb!

[Reverie]

[Current Alias]
Banyanpaw

[Past Alias(es)]
Banyankit

[Name Meaning]
Banyan; A banyan is an Indian Fig Tree
Paw: Required Apprentice suffix

[Age]
7 moons

[Quotes]
'everything in life has an upside and a downside.'
'life is a roller coaster, but that doesn't mean you can get off'

[persona]

Casual+unempathetic+mature+smart+loyal+caring

CASUAL

banyanpaw usually always has an aura surrounding them, yet, they always don't seem to know, and, if they do know, they don't seem to care. they always seem happy-go-lucky, but inside, they're hurting. they want to help any way they can, whether it be through herbs, or just cleaning a moss nest.

MATURITY

banyanpaw is almost always mature. almost. however, when preforming medicine duties, this feline will always be on top of their game, and they won't let anything stop them. banyan is always up for a challenge.

LOYALTY

banyanpaw puts loyalty above everything else (besides med duties, of course.) they put commitment towards everything, and if they can't commit, they can't do it. they're committed to this, they care. as should everyone with a role like this. so, to sum it up, they care.

CARING

banyanpaw cares about this role, as elaborated before, but they also care about their clan. they care about the clan members. they feel like if they can't help their clan, then what should they be doing? they feel that if they can't help their clan, it's a waste.

UNEMPATHETIC

and finally. banyan has a hard time trying to display feelings if they don't know you, but once they get to know you they can open up a lot more than they did before, and if they really care, well, be ready for a feeling fountain!

[roleplay sample!]

'Brokenness of humanity lay before the camp walls, distilled in their bloody grace. The iron-clad light of the moon and the beast look before her, chewing at her lip, she dipped her apex slowly. Like a crumbling sidewalk as one steps upon it, showing the remnants of the belly of Hell, like a winding staircase leading downward. Like a fogged over one-way mirror was her gaze. Like crow’s tattered vantablack wings as they try to take flight. Through the slivers of light shone by the moon, it seemed like an entity was on the other side of those crumbling walls, like you could reach out and touch it, almost. Do you dare lift your muzzle to speak to this titan? Didn’t think so. Media dresses death up like some thing that’s supposed to be televised, but only the opposite. “Last,” Her maw opened and closed in a swift motion. She noticed the raised eyebrow and an audit flicked, “It’s been awhile.” She remarked, dipping her apex again.
Most did not deem her beautiful, most deemed her simply normal. One cat was already mad at her since her return, and she didn’t want another coming after her, instead, she simply implied, “How are you?” The question, which didn’t seem to need much context if one were reading past it with fast ability, actually had a much deeper meaning. Not many knew about her past alias, and she simply didn’t bring it up unless asked. It would make an interesting conversation topic, she thought. It’s been said the beast who lies in the layers of the mind were created by the toxic thoughts that reside there, and that much could be outed as true. The Detrimental everyone once knew was gone. She had died, and with her, went her personality.
She was changed.
Her blue gaze averted to Last again, and she dipped her head. She was different now, surprisingly. Her personality was changed, she’s no longer cold, instead, she is calculating. Her break had freshened her up into a ‘new’ cat, so to speak. Her life had changed. Everything she knew was gone, then her old alias returned to her.
Helena.
She tried to clear herself of the thought, of her awful past, but it lingered. The past she once knew hadn’t died yet, hadn’t evaporated. It still had a spark. Cold, cruel, spark. Her ears flattened for a split second but she put them back up. She didn’t wish to be deemed non superior. Especially not by Clanmates. The black of her muzzle gave a slight twitch, blue optics searching Last for any emotion. Detrimental was no longer the monster she once knew, she was a changed cat. Her maw opened in the slightest of a smile, and she nodded once more. She truly was changed. '

woly poly ^^

[guapathecat]

Shallowpaw is a gray, 6-moon old she-cat that is kind, loving, snappy, and if you make her too excited, she can get a bit carried away and miss things. She has always wanted to be a medicine cat from day one. She has been waiting from kithood for her ceremony, and maybe, just maybe, she hopes to be medicine cat apprentice.


woly poly

[graves]

It is time.

since there were many good applications, i will be doing TRAIL ROLEPLAYS. these roleplays will take place from march 1st - 29th.

APPLICANTS AND THEIR DATES ARE

mompaws : Webjaw
March 1st - March 8th
CUT OFF EARLY: personal reasons

Incandescence : hiraethkit
March 8th - March 15th
DONE

blue jellie : Flashpaw
March 15th - March 22nd
making starters/ starting

hiraeth : Songpaw
March 22nd - March 29th
DROPPED OUT

PLEASE PM ME BEFORE FEBRUARY 26th IF YOU ARE STILL INTERESTED IN APPLYING. FAILURE TO DO SO WILL CAUSE ME TO CHOSE ANOTHER APPLICANT IN YOUR PLACE.i want to get a feel for everyones character, which is why im having trail roleplays. each roleplay takes a week max, and will be cut off if it hasnt ended before your end date.

because i find it unfair if your roleplay gets cut off and another doesnt, im having you all fill out THIS GOOGLE FORM (https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSd39IBzIK_yCcdoDcdiiVeMzXNMQdS0p9tBsaEz_X0p 8ihxOA/viewform) for more indepth details about your character. this is what im mainly looking at when im choosing. FORM MUST BE FILLED OUT BY MARCH 29TH OR YOU WILL NOT BE CONSIDERED.

if you know you will be gone your week, please notify me before roleplays start and i will switch around dates accordingly. if you fail to reply to my starter to our roleplay within two days i will assume you are uninterested and skip you.

if there is any questions, please PM me privately !

THIS FINDER IS NOW CLOSED. YOU MAY NOT APPLY.

[Mauve]

Congratulations to all selected, and best of luck during your trial runs! I'll be rooting for each of you! ^^

[Liekki]

Congrats and good luck! I'm sure you'll all do great! :love4:

[wren]

Interesting cats! Can’t wait to see how it ends

[fresh]

tysm for giving me a chance!!


i am scared
but
you know
thats just me

[Fuzzy]

Congregation you four! And good luck!

[Mango]

Congrats! I may be a little disappointed in myself, but you four are the ones that matter!!!

[Seraphon]

Congrats! I may be a little disappointed in myself, but you four are the ones that matter!!!
Congratulations to everybody! And good luck! And Okapi, I can relate XD

[Kitty Mama]

congrulations!

[wolfie]

Congrats guys! I'm interested to see who will be chosen, I like all of the entries actually. xD

[graves]

CHOICE HAS BE PMED.