Mistyfern is a large, burly russian-blue tom, his silvery blue fur flecked grey with age. Faded scars litter his body. His eyes are a deep, miry green and seem to hold a certain melancholic gloom. He has a partially lame front paw from a battle injury, leaving him with a noticeable limp.
Mossfoot- the day my father left, she became my one and only companion. And what a companion she was. Kind, patient.. Motherly almost. Beautiful too. She was the only one who saw past my tough guy act. At first I was hesitant, to say the least. Mostly I wanted nothing to do with her. I was stubborn and stupid. I thought I had to tackle all my emotions alone- pen it up and let it fester until I eventually snapped. What a hard-headed fool I was. Still am, really. Not much has changed. She understood that was just a frustrated and upset tom under all that anger. She just wouldn’t let me go. I eventually caved, of course. I’m glad, too. Otherwise I might have been.. unrecognizable to the cat I am now. Maybe I was just.. confused because no one had ever really treated me that way. But I fell in love. Real love too. The kind that makes your heart twist and gives you that light-headed feeling.. And how couldn’t I? She was everything I wasn’t. We became inseparable friends from then on. We got into heaps of trouble, got caught and did it all over again. But there was nothing we couldn’t tackle together. At least, thats what it felt like.
I ran in quickly. Now that I look back on it, way too quickly. But I just knew I couldn't let her get away. I had it set in my mind that she was the one. So I asked her to be my mate. Well.. begged might be a more accurate way of putting it. And she declined. She turned me down flat. It hurt. Real bad. I didn’t know why. I just didn’t understand. It was “Too fast.”, she said. She told me we were still young and dumb an’ didn’t know the first thing about love yet. I don’t know about her, but I sure was dumb and foolish ‘cause I hadn’t a lick of a clue what in the stars she meant. I got mad and did some stupid things. Said some real stupid things too- things I wish I’d never said. Things I still regret. Didn’t mean them, though. Not one bit.
We took some time away from each other after that. It didn’t last long, but after that I wasn’t ever quite.. the same. I guess I felt betrayed. I wasn’t a stranger to betrayal. I must’ve thought it was happening all over again. Sometime the next leaf-bare she ended up crawling on back to me, pregnant with my kits of all things. We decided to make it official then- to give the kids a ‘real’ family. But it was always just.. fake. The love had already disappeared. We were gonna play pretend family. That’s what it seemed like, at least. I didn’t even want kits. I really didn’t like the idea of being responsible for raising a life, especially now- figured I’d just mess it up. The kitting was a complete mess. Come to find out she was sick. Very sick. I don’t even remember what the medicine cat called it, but she was.. well.. she was dying. I think she knew it too. She got real sweet on me during that time, like she wanted to make amends or somethin’. I heard most pregnant queens got nasty when they were expecting but not her. Not my Mossfoot. When it came time to birth the kits it was pretty obvious how it was all going to go down. She’d lose all her strength half-way through, die and the kits along with her. Now I don’t think myself the spiritual type, but by some Starclan-given miracle she managed to hold out till the end, giving life to a lone, but healthy tom-kit. Then she was gone. It was quicker than I imagined it being. No dramatic ending. Just.. one moment she was there and the next she wasn't. It didn’t really sink in that she was really never coming back until later on. In her absence, I decided that I’d name the kit. Rainkit was the name I chose. But that was the last time I had anything to do with him. After that I just kind of vanished from his life. He was handed off to a nursing queen and I continued life as usual. Or.. what was usual before Mossfoot came around. I just didn’t want to be responsible for raising the kid in case he came out like me. I was afraid, so I ran away from him. I knew it was selfish.. I had no excuse.
That was.. until he confronted me one fateful night. Many moons later, when I’d already begun to grey. I hadn't talked to him once before. And as he faced me I could see nothing but myself staring back at me. Pityingly. I couldn’t run any longer. I had wanted to forget about him and Mossfoot. To forget my sin. To hide from my mistakes and regrets. But he was still here, looking down on me. He told me he was “Sorry”. That he didn’t hate me. That he wished there was something he could do better, to make me proud of him. It was then that I came to the hallowing realization that, in trying to keep him from becoming myself, I had become my father. I had, in my selfishness, perpetuated the endless cycle of negligence, dooming him to the same fate as I. I didn’t say anything. There was nothing I could say that would redeem myself or undo what had already been done. So I remained silent as I watched him walk away. Now I wish I’d just have gathered the courage and said something instead of being a wordless coward.. anything. Just something to help the kid die not thinking that he’d lived unloved.
That was the last time I saw him. Alive, anyway. A patrol found his body the next morning at the bottom of a ravine. They assured me he must have lost his footing and hit his head in the tumble. I wish I could believe that, even if it were only for a moment. I had lost my son. My only son. And yet I felt so little. Why? I was a father no more than I was a murder. My neglect had killed that boy, I was certain of it. For once in my miserable life I was disgusted with myself. I knew what had to be done. I had a debt to pay. I had to make up for all those wasted moons. That was my purpose now. That was the means of which I’d earn the right to be called his father. And as I looked up to our leader, I felt the weight of my guilt crushing down on me from above. “I volunteer.”
Mistyfern will be a very non-typical medicine cat in many ways. He is conflicted, uncertain and morally grey- always having noble intentions for the most unnoble of reasons. Though he might tell you he does it for others, don’t be mistaken- he’s doing it for himself. He wants to help his clan as a medicine cat not because he empathizes with others, but because he desperately wants a reason to be able to ease the guilt of his path. He is inadvertently selfish and hypocritical. And in turn, it reflects in his work. Despite how serious he takes his duty, he is cold and mechanical to his patients and others. He puts an emotional wall between himself and other cats, refusing to let them get any farther than casual conversation and refuses to commit to any relationship- friendly or romantic- out of fear of loss. But ironically his aversion to pain only causes him more pain, as he lacks any sort of social life outside of brief interactions with patients. This has only made him retract into his shell even further, leading him to become completely consumed in his duty. But even despite his rough exterior, he tends the ill and wounded with a surprising amount of delicacy. Perhaps it is out of desperation to avoid failure. Or maybe he still has a loving heart buried deep inside. He is impressively organized and methodical, but don’t you dare do anything mess it up or you might get your ear chewed off for the rest of the day. His control-freak nature is only made worse by his lack of patience and perfectionism. Starclan pity whoever is unlucky enough to have to work with him.
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Mistyfern / Sunspark Finder
(character site is still a wip &
is probably missing information)
Last edited by Jesse; November 30th, 2019 at 09:04 PM.
Good luck everyone!
name: leafpaw
age: 8 moons old
rank: paw only because i have not asked for a ceremony yet.
gender:she-cat
appearance: russian blue cat with silver eyes and leaf coloured pads.
shes a strong independent cat but has 2 sides, when someone comes up and starts a conversation shes the sweetest cat you would meet but if your hurt or in trouble she gets snippy and super fokust enough thats its hard to stop her without finishing stuff first. she is quiet as a as a mouse. shes had many times where she would scare other cats by walking up to them but this makes her helpful when trying not to wake cats that need to sleep.
thank you for giving the time to read my Application and i hope you consider my cat for the job, thank you and have a nice day.
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Hey this is my wc family pm me to join
@dirtfur the welcoming robot
@silentlamb the kind @MagicCat99 the crazy cat lady
@sliversnow the shy
@ponyapan The stabby roomba @Shimm the Caring @skye the fofie furry @beck the hobit
Last edited by touka; November 26th, 2019 at 07:06 PM.
Let me know if her name doesn't fit guidelines and I'll fix it
Aquilex's Roleplay Qualifications:
Why Should I be allowed to roleplay a medicine cat?
~ Experienced roleplayer for many different types of genres (Since 3rd grade)
~ Have roleplayed countless medicine cats in small, quick roleplays (not on WCO)
~ Been a warriors fan for 8 years and counting (3rd grade to junior year of HS) {Very knowledgeable on warrior/medicine cat code and Warriors lore}
~ Learned from the mistakes of my past on WCO and am looking for a new opportunity to portray myself and my characters in a positive light.
Good luck to everybody!
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Credit to my 2019 Secret Santa (Whoever You Are) for my amazing picture of Cougarpaw <3
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Prowlingsun (TC)
Last edited by Aquilex; December 2nd, 2019 at 07:32 PM.
[ Poppyflame F ] Or [ Flintstalk M ]
. . . [Flintstalk.exe] has been selected
[Flintstalk.exe] has an injured paw ! ! What will you do?
[ Medicine cat den] or [Walk it off]
. . . [Medicine cat den] has been selected . . .
[ Remeber !! Flintstalk and Coyotesnarl the current medicine cat aren’t on the best terms ! ! ] do you [Flintstalk.exe] want to proceed ? ?
. . . [ Yes ]
- [ Flintstalk.exe brings prey to ease the tension! Flintstalk.exe enters ]
Results of visit being generated-
Would you like to generate the relationship stats? [Yes]
. . . Background information
- [Flintstalk.exe] Previous bully to coyotesnarl !!
- Left rotted prey in his moss !! Made coyote sick for a whole moon !!
- Coyote in a fit of rage for you tripping him attacked you in the middle of a hunting lesson !! [Flintstalk.exe] took a claw sized triangle out of Coyotes ear!
- [Flintstalk.exe] and your friends continue to whisper behind his back whenever Coyote passes by! [Coyote never responds]
- [Flintstalk.exe] & Coyote haven’t talked since apprenticeship !!
. . . [Statistics generated]
- Proceed with situation generation?
. . . [Flintstalk.exe enters the den ! !]
[Flintstalk.exe] enters the den, it is a cool afternoon and it had just snowed- during a hunting patrol he had injured his paw stepping onto a pile of thistles buried beneath snow. While trying to remove them you pushed them even deeper into your paw ! !
He appears slightly nervous with the small mouse as a peace offering lodged between his jaws. “Coyotesnarl?” He seems to grimace at the name.
. . . [Coyotesnarl.exe] appears, at first it’s too dark to see who it is. He comes closer and when he realizes it’s [Flintstalk.exe] he laughs! “What do You want?” He appears disgusted but smug as he comes closer and looks you over. His scars haven’t changed much from when you were apprentices ! ! You wince when he comes in close to give you a sniff
. . . [Coyote] notices your grimace ! ! He backs off looking irritated
. . . [Flintstalk.exe] “I stepped down on some thistles while hunting-“ you drop the mouse at his paws. You anxiously await his response- maybe he doesn’t remember ! ! “I brought you this in case you were hungry.. and I was wondering if you could pull them out of my paw-“
[Coyotesnarl.exe] interrupts looking furious ! !
“I don’t serve you Flintstalk ! ! I don’t owe you anything. Get out of here and pull those stupid thistles out yourself ! !” He turns in and instant and disappears back further into his den.
[Call after him] Or [Leave to pull the thistles yourself]
. . . [Flintstalk] choose [Call after him!]
- Results may vary . . .
Flintstalk will [Carefully proceed! ]
“You can’t be still mad at that! This was so long ago.. and you are my medicine cat! Do your job!” You charge valiantly right after him in a rage. He can’t possibly still be mad at you for things you did as an apprentice!
- [Reason with him!]
- [Beg him to pull the thistles out!]
[Coyotesnarl.exe] Appears again now close to your face !! You are stunned and cannot make a decision at this time!
“ I don’t care how long ago it was, you weren’t nice to me then and so I have every right to deny you ! ! Even now you flinched away when I came close. You still scared of me you mouse brain? “
- [Flintstalk.exe has enraged Coyotesnarl ! !]
[Apologize ! !] or [Tell him you don’t care]
. . . [Flintstalk.exe] chooses [Apologize ! !]
“I’m sorry Coyotesnarl.. I was younger then and.. and your face it was disgusting!” [Flintstalk.exe] mentally facepalms- wrong choice of words! “We’re older now and I would never make fun like I used to.. not now anyways! “You are still my medicine cat and.. and Brightstar chose you so.. can you just do your job like you are supposed to?”
. . . [Flintstalks.exe]’s rude tendencies cause you to generate a bad apology!
[Coyotesnarl.exe] gets even more mad . . . Is that even possible? . . . y e s
“I DONT CARE ! ! I HAVE THE RIGHT TO REFUSE YOU ANY DECENCY AFTER WHAT YOU MADE ME GO THROUGH AS AN APPRENTICE ! !”
- Coyotesnarl pauses briefly then grins
“Now [Flintstalk.exe] get out before I make you ! ! I never want to see you- or any of your friends or family in this den unless you are about to die? And.. even then I don’t think I ever wanna see you again.”
[Flintstalk.exe] is absolutely stunned!
- [Yell right back at him ! ! ] or [Leave in a flustered hurry ! ! ]
. . . [Flintstalk.exe] chooses [Leave in a flustered hurry ! !]
“Oh- oh ok.. ok fine! I’m going in going!”
- . . . Coyotesnarl seems amused by your panic and shock.
[Flintstalk.exe] runs out in a hurry ! !
- [Generated Results] have been forcefully ended ! !
. . . [Simulation] has ended- Coyotesnarl was angered by your choices and chased you out of the den
[ Forced failure ! ! ]
. . . Ending statistics are being generated
[Flintstalk.exe]
- Coyotesnarl [-45 friendship points]
You are now at [3] friendship out of [100]
- [You made it worse!] Coyotesnarl refuses to help you or your [Familiars]
Dangerous mistakes made !!
- [-20] to familiars
- You will not be able to enter the medicine cat den again until your friendship points exceed [20]
- All previous bullies much like yourself will be denied care of any kind
- Coyote has now officially been set to [Grudge] against [Flintstalk.exe]
[ T H A N K Y O U ]
- Thank you for playing . . . [Idle Warrior Pro] would you like to
. . . [Play Again?] or [Generate New Oc] or [Restart stats]
. . . [Restart Stats]
- ERROR!
Coyote.exe’s settings are set- friendship points remain at . . . [3]
[Restart Stats] not available ! !
. . . [Play Again?] or [Generate New Oc]
it's been a long while, but i'm planning on getting back in business. my babey
so sorry that it's taken me this long, but i've been drowning in school and social anxiety. i'm back though.
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“Whatever you are physically, male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy--
all those things matter less than what your heart contains. If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. All those other things, they are the glass that contains the lamp, but you are the light inside.” -Jem Carstairs
Woodpeckerpaw paced the clearing, his twisted paw hitting the ground each time he took a step. It didn't seem to bother the young tom. He kept looking over at the medicine den, where Beeblaze used to reside. He really looked up to the medicine cat, wishing he had had a moment to speak to him about his love of herbs, and his desire to help his clan the best he could. Dang it, Woodpecker... you could've learned from him. Like you always wanted to. He shook his head. They had to appoint a new medicine cat. Maybe it could be him. Great StarClan. Hear my prayer. I've always wanted to be a Medicine Cat. To heal my clan above all else. He gave a pleaful gaze skyward, his green eyes soft and full of hope. I would be a good medicine cat. Trust in me. I'm loyal, hardworking, honest, and I try my best no matter what. He sat down, gray fur ruffled by the breeze as he continued to look at the blue sky overhead.
Good luck all!❤
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❝With you beside me, I know everything is just how it should be.❞
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