[ShadowClan] ShadowClan Medicine Cat Apprentice Applications

[Estelle]

Good luck everyone !!

[.Sunshine.]

BLEEP :>

 

Loonbay
a white fluffy she-cat with black stripes and vivid green eye
she/her

not good at making giant bios but- Loonbay is a kind loving cat I've had a few weeks now and I've got her character down pretty nicely. she loves the stars and conversation but that's enough about her cause as you've started you don't want perfection SO ANYWAY

I'm almost always online so activity shouldn't be a problem. she has an apprentice, im not sure what to do there-. i have high interest in roleplaying and am very devoted to it. although i would recommend bumping me because i do forget sometimes. Loonbay shouldn't have a problem with reliability. i think she would get along with Mossfreckle fine :>. and i shouldn't have a problem with comunication either.

let me know if you have any questions! sorry is i did something wrong or missed out on a detail 07.

[zBlaze]

Flashpaw's MCA Application

NOW PLAYING...
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I Gave You All by Mumford and Sons
^>•၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 4:15


"Close My eyes for a while

Force the world a Patient Smile"

 

Blood is on the earth. It Stains her paws, but it stains the heart more,
and intoxicates the mind.
This is how evil is born.
That was a lesson learned
when the body was found. If only it'd been
ound sooner, perhaps it wouldn't have been
so scarring for her. Paps the sickly scent of
rotting corpse wouldn't have affected her as
much as it did. Perhaps her eyes could've stayed
closed to the murder and death that is forced
upon the path laid out for her. The brutality of
life was thrown upon her spine within seconds.
Is this the right way to reveal the darkness that
alys remains? Suppose it is. Why doesn't it effect
anyone else as it has effected her? Is she just a
weak little mouse, or is seeing a rotting corpse of
a clanmate in the forest that's completely mauled
a normal source of ptsd? Well, She will never know.
She will be revealed to the earth and the cruelty of
some, and how all they want is death to others. Why?
She's just a child, unsure. All she knows is that it gives
her flare-ups of stuttering, due to her Childhood-onset
fluency disorder. Perhaps her selff-confidence will return
someday, perhaps it will help her stop stuttering, and help
her make some friends. What is it like, having friends,
anyway? She has little trust in her life. After all, she may be
surrounded by murder suspects. How are you supposed to
find trust when any of the surrounding clanmates may want
to kill you for what you found in the forest, on a patrol that
should've been lovely?

"How Could you say that your truth is better than ours?

Shouler to Shoulder now brother, we carry no arms"

 

If you close your eyes and breathe, if you let your
tail rest lightly on the ground...
In..
Out..
In..
Out..
You can float. You can float boundlessly in your mind, pull your
thoughts toether, and a cam feeling curls around you. Focus will
come in a moment, and then you can speak freely without stutters
breaking your voice into unidentifiable spurts of sound. You can see
blood and sickness and face it without too much anxiety after a moment
of floating in freedom and calm relaxation. You become a whole new
feline when your eyes open, anou feel safe again. You feel unafraid and
undaunted. Like despite where you are, you're okay and unstoppable.
In..
Out..
In..
Out..
Like aren't a stuttering disaster with no self-esteem. Like you're happy
more. Like the dead body never existed. Like you're proud off your
fantastic climbing... your progress hunting... and your curiosity. And it works.
This is why it's valued. This is why floating makes you better than you
are before. And this is why it helps you become a better, bolder cat.

"The blind man sleeps in the doorway,

His home"

 

3 moons
--

Dear friends, as my thoughts enter this capsule in my mind,
I want to tell you all that I've been saved! I was taken into this
place called ShadowClan. There's a lot of cats, big and scary
cats, but they mean me no harm. I think... for the first time... I'm
finally safe! I'm so relieved to be safe. I like this feeling. It' really
comforting. I don't like this tomcat named Foreststrike though. He
avoids me because I sound funny. He said I can't talk right. But I
don't think he wants to hurt me. Dawnstar, the leader, didn't seem
too happy that I'm here. But she let me come! I think she's like that
with all kittens who try to join the clan, probably. I mean, I never did
anything to her. Right? I sure hope not. I like it here, and I'm not ashamed
to admit I'm kinda small. Not that big, not like some of the other kits.
I gotta go now, I think. I'm kinda tired. Hah... Guess that means you're
tired, too! Bye bye, friends. Talk to you guys soon, I hope.

moon 6
--

I just became this thing called an apprentice today, friends! I know that
I haven't talked to you guys in three moons, but I assure you, I'm still alive
and well! It's kinda silly how my only friends I can be myself to- or really my
only friends- are you guys, in my head. Sorry. I didn't want to offend you..
but you're a figure off my imagination. Anyway, my mentor is StarClaw. But
he didn't even greet me when I walked up to him, so I'm absolutely scared
about training with him. I don't want to make him mad, but I think my mere
existance dissapointed him and now he doesn't like me or want to train me.
I'm so scared! He didn't offer to train me today. But I guess I did just get
apprenticed, so perhaps he wants to wait until tomorrow? Only time will tell,
friends. By for now! I won't leave for long, I promise.

moon 6 1/2
--

It's been a half-moon without training, and guess what! Dawnstar reassigned
me. I hope Silverlark is nicer than StarClaw, who just ignored me a lot and
never seemed to care about me at all... but he showed an interest in me, and
I guess that's an immediate improvement. But you can never be too careful. I'll
wait and see beffore I decide I really lik him and enjoy his company. He also
mentioned training! I home I don't dissapoint him. I don't like to be a dissapointment.
StarClaw thought I was. Perhaps Silverlark will like me the way I am, and not really
think I'm a bad cat... right? I'm not a bad cat! I try really hard, I promise. And also,
Ive got a secret now. It's sorta getting hard to hear out off my right ear. The medic
seems a bit scary, though, so I'll wait until I'm more worried to go and see what's
wrong. I mean, what's the worst that could happen? Alright... bye for now, friends!

moon 7
--

I LOVE SILVERLARK. I'm not exaggerating, he's the greatest! Silverlark is always
so patient and fun and excited with me, and never yells. He took me out hunting
and I nearly caught a lizard! I jumped on it, but only the tail and the blasted reptile
scittered away. I think my was too bright. It was kinda embarrassing. But at least
Silverlark didn't seem bothered. He laughed a bit, but I did too. My laugh is such a
silly sound! Not that bad, but still. And Silverlark, being the fine mentor he is, took
the announcement well. The announcement is... I'm half-deaf. Lostspark told me.
I can't hear too well and I hate it, always asking cats, while stuttering, to speak up.
But at leasy my stuttering is what I'm supposed to grow out of... hopefully. And I
also we to a gathering. It didn't go well. I met this molly named Mallowpaw! She
seemed awkward ab my stuttering, and definately didn't like how I'm hard of
hearing on one side. Halfway through the gathering she left went to sit somewhere
else. Is that how everyone feels about me? She's probably going to avoid me at
future gatherings is my guess. Does nobody want to be my friend? Are my only
friends you guys, a figment of my imagination? I guess so. I guess that makes me
alone. I... should go now. I'm kinda tired. Goodnight.

moon 8
--

I think I made a friend! I hope she's my friend. I sorta embarrassed myself, though.
But she's better than Magpiepaw, who was loud and bouncy and delighted to see
me even though she scared the mess out of me. I feel bad for her, for not talking
to her again. She was trying to be nice. Anyway, my new (hopefully) friend is named
Cinderpaw. I embarrassed myself by accidentally making her think that I thought
she was deaf! I knew it was just her voice! I promise! But when I asked her if she
wanted to train with me when her leg got better she said yes? So I really, truly hope
we do get to train together! Cinderpaw's gonna be an awesome warrior! I believe in
her. She's wonderful. This moon has so far been better than last. I.. I think I'm
getting more confident. I hope I am, anyway. I don't want to have no self-confidence.
Other cats are always so confident, but then there's just.. me. And as much as I
cringe thinking it, Cinderpaw has it worse off than me. Perhaps that's why I want
to help her and train with her so, so bad. Perhaps that's why I think I want her to
be my friend. We're the same, y'know? She's three-legged and selectively mute,
and I have kithood stuttering and am half-deaf. Perhaps it's a friendship matched in
StarClan! I've got to go on my first patrol now, I'll talk... to myself I guess... later!

four hours later
--

There
was
a
dead
body
in
the
woods
and
it
was
Foreststrike.

moon 8 1/2
--

I... don't know what to think anymore. He was mean to me as a kit, but
seeing that rotten corpse in the territory was... too much. Too cruel. And
it didn't smell like rogue. It didn't smell like anything but rotten meat and
ferns. I think it... it was a clanmate. A ShadowClan warrior. Killed. A clan-
mate. I don't know why, or who would do such a thing. I hate it. I'm so, so
scared. I'm in a clan of murder suspects who may want to kill me for what
I found, and how I told Dawnstar. I'd felt so brave when I told her. Now I just
feel... scared. I don't want to die. I'm not ready yet. I haven't done anything
in my life. All I've done was go on a patrol and hunt. I've done nothing to make
anyone proud. I'm just a stuttering, hard-off-hearing hairball who's too shy for
her own good. I know I can do things, good things, if I try. StarClan, please do
not kill me yet! Let me live! Please? I haven't trained with Cinderpaw, Silverlark
has no reason to be proud of me yet. I just want my confidence, and once I
have it, I can do so much! To think only a half-moon ago I'd been brave and
proud. Now... I'm just empty. A shell, awaiting to be filled, awaiting destiny. A
shell, fearing for her life and witnessing a murder and wondering if seeing a
rotten body of a clanmate in the woods is a good source of ptsd. A shell,
that was a bumbling ball of fluff. I'm not ready. Please don't let me suffer the
same fate as Foreststrike.

moon 9
--

I've healed from a fight I got into with rogues, and it's certain. Rogues did
not kill him. It was a clanmate. Not Moonmeadow, Willowpaw, Doeflame,
Sootsprit, and a few others I forgot. Definately not Cinderpaw, though. And
also, Moonmeadow is an Enforcer now! So is Lostspark, who retired. The new
deputy is Mistlewhisker. Oh, and uh... Mossfreckle needs an apprentice. I feel
the same tingling I got when Lostspark needed one. I want it. I want to be a...
a medicine cat. I know, I know, it's silly. I want to live. I don't want to live in fear
of a murderer anymore. I don't want any cats to end up like... him. Like Forest-
strike. Nobody deserves that kind of death, it's cruel. I want some to escape
this murderer alive. And I want to help them. And so, I'm done talking to you
friends in my mind. I ready to live. Goodbye, now. I wish you all... or me... well.
Thank you, and goodbye.

present day
--

It's my time..
to shine.
Wish me luck.

"If only I had a bigger enemy than my apathy

I'd have won"

 

> O p e n P l a y l i s t [Flashpaw's Songs]

> L o a d i n g . . .

> V i e w S o n g s

--

> I Gave You all -- Mumford & Sons

> Chasing Cars -- Snow Patrol

> Zombie -- The Cranberries

> Gold -- Kiiara

> Eyes Blue Like the Atlantic -- Sista Prod

> Babel -- Mumford & Sons

> Never Be Alone -- Shadrow

--

> N e w p l a y l i s t


> S e l e c t S o n g s


> R e c o r d


> N a m e [Flashpaw's Melodies]

--

B l o o d

Flashers has been through some... interesting stuff to say the least.
She's fought rogues, found a dead body, been reassigned, be diagnosed
with half-deafness, and throughout all of this Flashpaw has stuttered her
way through life. The bloodshed she's witnessed has effected her confidence,
but during bad situations she's seemingly thinking at a million miles per hour.
Depending on how bad it is, she may get panicky and freak out (Mainly with dead
bodies) but other than that she handles it well. She hates seeng dead cats and
has ptsd as of now which can cause a panic attack if she sees a murder or such.

D e d i c a t i o n

Flashpaw was born outside the clan, and was saved by being taken into Shc.
Since then she's become very dedicated to helping ShadowClan when she can,
as she sees she's in debt. After her rescue, seemingly her whole life revolves on
making sure she keeps as many cats as she can happy with her. She get really
sober when someone yells at her, and feels as though she has to mend the
relationship almost immediately. She's recently been scared that if she doesn't
mend the relationship quick enough they may die before she can apologize and
try to "Make it better."

P e a c e f u l

Flashpaw prefers to take whatever route will keep everyone from shouting
at one another. She's very people-pleasing and obedient, so whenever she can
be a peacemaker she tries to be, even though it's difficult for her to get her
point across. Flashpaw doesn't like conflict, in between clans included, and is
absolutely a mediator at heart. She gets a bit embarrassed if her attempts at
peace don't work as well.

E x c i t a b l e

As much as she tries to hide it, Flashpaw gets excited at the slightest of good
news, and feels super proud of the clan. She can form a happy little smile when
someone's nice to her. For example, if someone knows mouse is her favorite
and purposefully grabs another piece of prey, she feels an immediate connection
to that cat, because she knows they were thinking about her. To her, even the little
good deeds are important to show you care. If someone tells her "Good Job", the
apprentice will blush and get super proud of herself, a rare occurance really.

H o n e s t

Flashpaw rarely lies. Her trust and relationships revolve heavily around knowing
if she can trust somebody. Flashpaw herself tries her best not to lie, as she sees
that everyone deserves the truth, no matter how harsh, it just has to be properly
explained in a way that won't hurt as much as bluntness would. To her, lies are
secrets that shouldn't be kept. If you're honest to her, she'll like you. But her
honest personality needs to be met with more honesty.

S h y

Flashpaw likes being alone more than being around cats. She's very shy and
doesn't tend to open up to any old cat. As stated earlier, good deeds maker her
feel connected to you, but that doesn't necessarily mean she'll open up to you.
Certain cats have earned her trust, and those are the only cats she will really
talk to voluntarily. Other than that, she keeps to herself mainly and can't be
expected to walk up to a cat and strike a conversation. She has a strong fear of
embarrassing herself in front of other cats, and that also keeps her from striking
up a conversation.

P o l i t e

A polite cat is the best cat in Flashpaw's eyes. She really likes cats who seem to
care a lot about others feelings, as she does. She herself often tries to include
compliments and friendly gestures when she does start a conversation, because
she thinks it might make cats focus more on the inside than the outside, since
her voice and problems hearing can deter cats from her. When she has nothing
else to say, she'll just compliment someone to stop the silence and catch the
attention of others. She tends to be good at seeing only the best in other cats,
but isn't very forgiving if they do her wrong. Simply being polite back to the
Molly can make her day.

U n f o r g i v i n g

If you're mean to Flashers, she has trouble forgetting it and forgiving others,
even if they seem super guilty, it takes a while for her to like you again,
especially if you insult her stuttering or hearing because it's not something she
can control and fix. If you hurt her feelings then good luck being able to joke
with her. She can start taking jokes literally if you hurt her feelings or physically
hurt her. The physical harm, if it's on purpose, may never be forgiven and she
may dislike you for moons at a time, feeling awkward and unsafe alone with
you.

> C r e a t e

> A r e Y o u S u r e ?

> Y e s

> L o a d i n g . . .

> . . .

> C r e a t e d

> D o w n l o a d S t a r t e d

> C o m p l e t e d

> P l a y l i s t S a v e d T o D r i v e

"But I gave you

All"

 

Q & A With Flashpaw

Interviewer: Welcome to your interview, Flashpaw! Are you ready?

Flashpaw: Y-yes. I-I'm s-sort of e-ex-exc-cited! A-a bit n-nervous t-too.

Interviewer: No worries. Let's jump right into the questions. Why do you want to be medicine cat apprentice?

Flashpaw: W-well... i-it's ki-kind of a l-long story. W-well, I d-don't wa-want to s-see an-any-anyone e-end up l-li-like F... Fores... Him. Y-you know? Th-there's a-a mur-murderer in th-this clan a-and I want t-to keep everyo-one safe. E-every w-warrior wa-wants to prove th-themselves t-to the clan, b-but that m-means ki-killing a-and fighting and h-hurting o-others. E-every time I-I prac-practice fi-fighting, I-I think of how m-many deaths I-I could c-cause from i-it and it m-makes me s-sick.

Interviewer: You seem emotional about that.

Flashpaw: Ye-yes, I-I am.

Interviewer: Next question. Why do you deserve it more than anyone else?

Flashpaw: W-well.... I w-wouldn't say th-that I d-deserve it m-more tha-than anyo-one else, b-but I promise I-I'll d-do my best a-and try h-hard to he-help. I-I
kno-know I'll b-be able t-to do m-my best! Th-this is a big ch-chance.

Interviewer: Interesting response. Anyway, next question. Will you be emotional around death or heavily injured patients?

Flashpaw: Y-yes.. Is th-that bad? I-I can't st-stand s-seeing a-anyone n-near death o-or dead. I-it hurts my h-heart. I hope to s-save many l-lives.. you kn-know? Injured o-or dead cat d-don't d-deserve it m-most of th-the time. I
w-would be ups-set if I c-couldn't s-save them.

Interviewer: I see. Next question. Would you say you're more logical or emotional?

Flashpaw: I-I really t-try not to l-let my emotions g-get the b-best o-of me, b-but s-sometimes i-it's hard, e-especially a-around s-severely i-injured c-cats. I-I'll b-be emotional, b-but get th-things d-done.

Interviewer: Interesting. Now, how often have you been in the medicine den? Sick often?

Flashpaw: O-once I th-think. N-not v-very o-often.

Interviewer: Only a few more questions, I assure you.

Flashpaw: O-okay..? D-don't worry f-friend, I-I'm not w-worried.

Interviewer: What're your thoughts on crowds?

Flashpaw: O-oh, I d-don't like c-crowds th-that much! B-being a-alone is m-much less st-stressful. Y-you know n-nobody's j-judging you wh-when you're a-alone.

Interviewer: That was expected. I've been told you have Agoraphobia, Arachnophobia, Thanatophobia, and Proditiophobia. Is this true?

Flashpaw: W-what's Th-Thanato-tophobia? And P-prod-ditioph-phobia?

Interviewer: Oh! Well, Thanatophobia is the fear of someone dying that you care about, and Proditiophobia is the fear of betrayal. By the way, Agoraphobia is the fear of being in a place that could cause embarrassment or helplessness.

Flashpaw: Y-yes, I s-suppose I d-do. Th-those a-are my w-worst fears. W-wait, who t-told you th-

Interviewer: Oh, it was nobody, heh... but that's all I have for you as of now! Thank you for your time.

Flashpaw: Y-you're we-welcome.. Th-thank you f-for interviewi-ing me.

Interviewer: Of course! And good luck.

Flashpaw: Th-thank y-you.

"I gave you

All"

 

Flashpaw's Bio

Current Name: Flashpaw

Other Names, if any: Jade, Flashkit

Age (in moons): 9 Moons

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Bi, heavily male leaning

Creation Date: Began use of February 2nd

Current Affiliation/Clan: ShadowClan

Former Affiliation/Clan, if any: Loner

Rank: Apprentice

Mentor(s): StarClaw (Formerly); Silverlark

Father(s): Reed

Mother (s): Laurel

Sibling(s): None

Best Friend(s): None

Friend(s): Cinderpaw (Perhaps)

Neutral: Magpiepaw; Quietpaw; Foreststrike; Moonmeadow; Willowpaw; Doeflame

Dislike: Mallowpaw (ThunderClan)

Enemies: None

Crush: None

Minor Physical Traits: Long tail, Fluffed pads

Mental Age: Thirteen

Psychiatric Complications: PTSD; Anxiety

Phobias: Arachnophobia, Agoraphobia, Proditiophobia, Thanatophobia

Outlook: Neutral

Sociability: ⯌ ⯌ ⯌ ⯎ ⯎ ⯎ ⯎ ⯎ ⯎ ⯎ [3/10]

Responsibility: ⯌ ⯌ ⯌ ⯌ ⯌ ⯌ ⯌ ⯌ ⯌ ⯎ [ 9/10]

Cleanliness: ⯌ ⯌ ⯌ ⯌ ⯌ ⯌ ⯌ ⯌ ⯎ ⯎ ⯎ [7/10]

Generosity: ⯌ ⯌ ⯌ ⯌ ⯌ ⯌ ⯎ ⯎ ⯎ ⯎ [6/10]

Manners: ⯌ ⯌ ⯌ ⯌ ⯌ ⯌ ⯌ ⯌ ⯎ ⯎ [ 5/10 just because words]

Bravery: ⯌ ⯌ ⯌ ⯌ ⯎ ⯎ ⯎ ⯎ ⯎ ⯎ [ 4/10 ]

More Logical or More Emotional?: Emotional; tries to be logical

Favorite Season: Spring

Favorite Food(s): Mouse

Favorite Word: Diligent

Favorite Sound: Songbirds

Greatest Hope: To be better than she is, to overcome fears

Greatest Strength: Perseverance

Greatest Weakness: Doubt

Worst Nightmare: Being the center of attention for a bad reason

Deepest Darkest Secret: Gasp, she wants to be med

Most Treasured Memory: Training with Silverlark (He's so happy it's contagious)

Quirk(s): Twitching her deaf ear trying to hear something

Place of Birth: Twolegplace

Date of Birth: Ages up on the 30th

Former rank(s): Outsider -> Kit

Beliefs: StarClan

Physical Traits

Fur Color(s): Yellow Orange

Fur Texture: Silky

Fur Length: Medium to long

Markings: Classic tabby

Eye Color: Green

Body Type/Structure: Small & short

Height: 8.6 Inches

Weight: 7.6 pounds

Voice: Soft and medium-pitched, a little bit higher but not high-pitched

Gait: Hind paws seem to be lifted higher than front paws

Scent: Freshwater

Scars / Deformities: Small scar on cheek, missing claws on left hind paw

Diseases / Conditions: Half-deaf, Childhood Onset Fluency disorder

Coordination: ⯌ ⯌ ⯌ ⯌ ⯌ ⯌ ⯌ ⯎ ⯎ ⯎
Reflexes: ⯌ ⯌ ⯌ ⯌ ⯌ ⯌ ⯎ ⯎ ⯎ ⯎
Strength: ⯌ ⯌ ⯌ ⯌ ⯎ ⯎ ⯎ ⯎ ⯎ ⯎

Purrks: The Collector

Training Tracker

"I gave you

All"

 

Current Post Example

Flashpaw's eyes were closed, facing the sky, deep in thought, deep in floating.
In, out. In, out. Calm. Empty thoughts, peace. When her eyes opened, some
of her anxieties returned. But only some. It was always a relief to float, a nice
escape. An escape where her nerves were far down on the ground. After her
drowsy Floating feelings left, her whisker brows creased as she pondered more
recent events. She hadn't expected a clanmate she had forgotten the name of
(Much to her dismay, since she hated forgetting names) to trot over and think
that there was something bothering her.

Flashpaw unceremoniously stretched, unwilling to meet the molly's gaze. She
wasn't in a talking mood. She didn't think very straight after she finiishes her
calming tactic. Either way, she didn't want to be rude. "H-hello." She
responded. Aha! She remembered the name now. That brought her signature
tiny smile to her face for a brief moment. She liked the feeling of when the right
word or name popped in her head suddenly, the satisfaction of remembrance.
"I-I'm alright, I-I a-assure y-you." she responded softly, the tiny flash of
pride bringing a spark of confidence that lasted a few moments before fading,
and without realizing it she was meeting the molly's eyes."I-I w-was just
th-thi-thinking, F-Fireflyf-flicker." Stupid stuttering made the pretty name go
from wonderful to a blob. "I-I like y-your name." she offered, just to cover
up her silly-sounding stutter. besides, why shouldn't anyone be complimented?
Especially with a name like Fireflyflicker.

._______._____._______.
| @/paris |
[Extracted from used Post]


MCA post example

Flashpaw's green eyes are closed, pale amber eyelids blocking
sight as she breathes. In, out. In, the pain of others she's seen
today. Out, they're okay now. In, out. In, out. Blood. The scent
hit the Molly like a lightning bolt, alarm entering her heart and
pulsing through her blood vessels until it reaches every inch of
her body. Rising slowly to her paws, the ginger apprentice is
suddenly relieved, and completely calm. Alright, the blood scent
shocked her when she was Floating. But no longer, since after a
mere second she realized it wasn't very strong. Just a scrape,
Flashers. Nobody's going to die, nothing too serious. She opens
her eyes, and sight returns. Scent of cats return. Senses return.
She stretches each back leg in turn before turning around. Her
mentor, she remembered. Where was he again? Oh, yes, he was
out gathering herbs. Now it was up to her. Oh, what if she did
something wrong? No, no. She couldn't think like that. Thoughts
like those were problematic. Thoughts like those were cruel. Cruel
to those trying to help her, cruel to herself.

Stretching completed, the apprentice medic examined her patient
as she approached them. A curious sort of cat. What was their name
again? Oh, she remembered now! It was ______, who had scratched
their pad earlier. She'd seen them come into camp muttering about
it from the shadows of the den as she studied herbs. She hadn't been
told to, but she was deathly afraid of disappointing her new mentor,
right after he'd chosen her out of all the wonderful options. Exiting her
thoughts, Flashpaw halted a short distance away from them, quickly
looking over for any other injuries. When they'd held out their paw,
Flashpaw had taken it in hers. The scratch wasn't too deep, just a
minor scrape, but enough to cause quite a bit of discomfort. "W-What
h-happened?" She asked quietly, as though the quiet atmosphere
might shatter out of the air and rain stones on the new medic-in-training
and her patient. After allowing a response, she nodded slightly before
backtracking into the herb stores in search of... crap, what was it? Oh,
yes! Marigold! A tiny smile found its way onto her mouth as she grasped
just enough for the patient (In case Mossfreckle didn't want her to use
it at all) and some cobweb. The scratch trailed from one end of the paw
almost the whole way to the other, so she'd rather play it safe than risk
infection.

Emerging from the darkness with her collection, Flashpaw approached
the cat again. "D-Did y-you h-have a g-good hunt?" She asked, for
she tried to practice not being an introvert with her patients. After all,
they were usually quite kind to her as she worked. Usually. Sometimes
they'd appear awkward or uncertain, but she tried her best to be patient
and understanding with those who didn't trust her. It hurt, yes, but after
all she wasn't super experienced. They might not want to get any more
hurt than they already may be. It was easier thought than done, though,
and the classic tabby set to work chewing the leaves of the marigold and
removing any dirt that may have collected on the cobweb. After the herb
was properly mashed, she began applying the salve to the scratch. She
noticed that _____ winced, and felt guilty. Her paw mush have grazed the
wound. "S-sorry." She mewed, and continued to apply the plant.
It didn't go unnoticed to her how much more confident she'd grown in
the face of problems, how much more steady her paws had become when
dealing with even the worst of wounds. Even when she was frightened and
alarmed, she had begun to learn that it didn't matter how scared she was,
all that mattered was the well-being of the patient. And she would never
let her anxiety get between her and her duty. Or she'd try her hardest, at
least.

._______._____._______.
| @ Usernamegoeshere [ -1 _______ and -1 ________ ]
[ Little note can go here hehe ]

"Just to Say that you've won

Well now you've won"

 

I stretch my arms into the sky

The eyes of nature. How beautiful. How lovely, in the
eyes of a small creature, how deadly. How horrible the
stares, how mutilating the disapproval. How hopeful the
lonesome heart as it pleads for purpose and the flames
of desire for approval. How endlessly hopeless the soul
grows as it walks through a path of darkness, and you
beg for the mercy as

L-
I cry "Babel, Babel, Look at me now;"
Then the walls of my town come
crumbling
Down

And the souls of the people who hunt you down and
break your back are longing for it, too, killing the
self-doubt that stands in their way. Killing those who
stand in their way. But you're different. Your soul is
pure. Pure with hope and desire softer than down. How
peculiar, compared to those who want it as well. You may
shout for their mercy and beg at their feet, but the desire
plagues them more than it plagues you. Tenderness tugs
at your heartstrings. You don't want them to be disappointed...
do you? If you get what you want? Because it appears they
want it, too, and to get it, they'll be disappointed. Upset. If
only there was another way. If only there was a way to protect
their desperate hearts from pain. If only there was a way to
protect and cradle yours. I have one question for you.

List-
You ask where will we stand in the winds that will howl,
As all we see will slip into the cloud

Ah, the sorrow is only temporary, my dear. Don't fret. They
shall get over the pain and the harrowing of the pride. All
you must do is fight. All you must do is what you desire. What
you were destined to do, whether it harms them or not, it will
only be temporary. You... understand that, don't you? This is
for your own good. This is for the good of those around you.
This is so you can be what you want to be. I can break the
barriers. I can break the guards around them, too. This path of
healing is what you want, yes? The only way to it, my dear, is
the pain. The work. They must suffer so you can thrive. It is the
only way. Do as I ask, and the path to your future is clear.

lIstEn-
So come down from your mountain and stand where we've been,
You know our breath is weak and our body thin


You must. It is unavoidable. You must do as you're told. Follow what
I say, Small one. You want the path of healing. Those who stand in
your way are like the toadstools blocking the ant's path. The tiny,
reverberating call for assistance is sounded, and the blockage is slowly
broken into nothing. There is no other way to be what you wish. This is
the way to freedom.

Press my nose up, to the glass around your-


lIstEn clOsE... fOllOw my InstrUctIOns...

You want power. Take the opportunity. Grow fond of the dark,
let it come into your soft and sheltered heart. Let it pull the strings,
lovely Marinette, for there is a spirit coming in. Knock. Knock. Knock.
He's at the door. He's a fresh one, dear, he will teach you well. He is
the bitterest of sinners, love, he will show you the way. You want this
path? Follow what you're told. You want this path? I can help you. He
can help you. This spirit has come to devour you. He will crush you if
you don't do as you're told. Perhaps this is the motive you've needed
all along. Perhaps this is how you will learn the only way to receive what
you wish. This isn't corruption, dear. This is power.

thErE Is nO... tImE fOr IntrOdUctIOns...

I will get you the power you want. DON'T YOU WANT IT? This is the only
way! I will guide you! He will help you! LET
US
IN

UndErgrOund... wElcOmE tO thE cIrcUs...
pOwEr dOwn... ArE yOU fEElIng nErvOUS...?

You cannot escape us. We want to help you get the power you deserve.
I see you've chosen to deny our help? Let me show you around before
you're soft spirit leaves, my marionette. Let us in... LET US IN...

You've escaped us, my marionette.
But not for long.
We will ALWAYS come back.
Always.

The song has ended.

 

Hello hello hello! Blaze here with some (woot woot) boring ooc stuff! What a bummer. I hope you enjoyed my application. Into the stuff now, hehe.

I've always been in love with the MC and MCA role. Leader and deputy seem really wild for my preference, but Medic seems to just... fit me more. It seems more Blaze to me, haha. I don't have Discord, I want to put out there. After some disturbing experiences, I decided I'm better off without it. I am pretty active on this site, I pop on every day and am not easily stressed out. I am relatively good at blowing up my own phone by texting myself priorities :sweats: /silly and tend to get them done. I have never been on a hiatus, but I want to add that when I do need to go on hiatus, I will leave with notice and not ditch y'all without telling anyone I promise Flashpaw has always been a dear charrie to me. She was made for the role way back, but I've always had the idea of a stuttering goober who wants no more than to be helpful and do little good deeds with the priceless little smile she gets. I loved to write this application, and 100% understand you probably want someone who's been on WCO longer than me. But then again, who knows? Maybe you want Flashers to be the next MCA of ShadowClan. Whether you do or don't, I appreciate you looking over my application! This took days and I enjoyed every single second of it. Yeah It's not that organized, but it was fun anyway, and a good experience! At the moment you can probably see I have a lot of replies waiting. Don't worry, it's only because I've had exams, cross country, and band all week. Oh, and soccer. I've been quite preoccupied this past week or two, but I'm willing to put my all into the role of MCA! Thanks for reading this and looking over my application. Oh! I almost forgot. All pixel art credit can be found in my pixel art album on my profile.
Many, many 's,

Blaze <3

[Myling]

G'luck everyone!

[bubble[error].]

[bubble[error]. just gave all participants 50% luck and hope for becoming ShadowClan Medicine Cat Apprentice.]

[it is very effective]

[redshiftreign]

SENSE NEVER SEEMED TO MAKE SENSE TO ME

NOT THE SENSE YOU ADMINISTERED REPEATEDLY.

one man falls another takes his place
and chases the win until the end of his days.
you know you're never going to get to have the final say.
you don't get to make the rules.

IF CLOUDNOVEL IS DOWN, REFER TO THIS SUMMARY.

 

inspired by hades game

no matter,

grouse moved with the drive and efficiency of a storm. thunder rolling heavy within dark grey clouds. though he had never seen a storm, nor felt the rain on his thick pelt, he moved with it's fervor between the layers of the underworld. each scorching paw-step left smoldered stone in it's wake. with the stygian blade clutched tightly between his jaws, teeth hooked around the curve of the handle, he cut through another shade.

legions of his queen's army had risen to stop him. legions had fallen, reclaimed by styx to recover and try again. gods, grouse knew soon he'd be victim of a stray elysian spear. he'd fall, in red blood, and crawl out of the river for brown to laugh nervously and worry if he's okay. that the underworld was not too hard on him, that sleepy had not been too sharp, that he had not met the misfortune of facing dawn personally. but grouse refused to fall, and with fury and with fire, he fought. and he bled. and he made bleed.

throwing open the gates, the wreathed tomcat stared with wide eyes as a familiar sound marked a welcome companion to his journey.

"princess," he breathed, as if uttering a prayer. "sleepy,"

and there, in all her grandeur, the cloaked godling streaked into the fray, scythe clasped between her glittering teeth. a challenge. a test. a game. he wasn't sure which it was. he welcomed it regardless.

"hey! that was my kill," sleepy protested, as grouse rend a longspear in half.

a lazy grin tugged at his expression. he had felt so serious, ransacking dawn's domain. sleepy's staidness was a welcome reprieve. "don't take so long to kill them, then."

"tch."

time passed, both slow and lethally fast. when the chamber was littered with shed weapons and the last exalted was felled, sleepy warped to comfortably hover near the chamber gates, a centaur heart tossed to the other godling as she looked away, dismayed.

grouse produced a square bottle wound in a silk bow, golden liquid with the thickness of honey swishing around within. he offered it to her carefully.

"ambrosia?" an eyebrow ridge raised. sleepy appraised him skeptically. "where- don't you think this is a bit excessive? where do you even find these contraband?"

"around," he hummed, accepting the centaur heart and absorbing its strength.

a few more words passed between them before the air grew awkward, and as expected, sleepy disappeared in a plume of grey smoke. left to his devices alone now, he endured and continued.

when it came time to fight prince yellow, a once-prince of athens, and hawk, once known solely as the minotaur, grouse found himself prepared.

but never prepared enough. and when a spear found his heart, he choked out "no-" before the tides of styx reclaimed him as their own.

how hard,

grouse threw run after run at the wall. he fought out of tartarus with varatha, with the shield, with the gauntlets and the bow. he slew enemy after enemy, fought hard and dangerous and with fire and flame until all of hades knew his name. knew that soon, like clockwork, the trailblazer would wage war through their paths and fight his way through any shade that dawn might throw at him to keep him at bay.

and for every time he fell, like icarus on clipped wings, he tried again.

and again.

and again.

until his paws were tired from running, and his jaw tight from clenching the blades. until every return left him staring fire through dawn at her mahogany desk, even if she did not spare him as much as a passing word.

i fall,

fire. burning, glorious fire. asphodel is full of it. scalding, scorching magma that rolls through the fields. grouse considered pausing to watch it meander aimlessly by. sleepy had told him of sunlight and summer heat on the surface- her work often brought here there to fetch souls -but he could only imagine the radiating, suffocating waves that rolled off the thick fluid that rivered through asphodel. he refused to think the sun would be so unpleasant.

so he carried on. with purpose.

i

he beat the prince and the minotaur. pride, glory, hope burned inside him, fueled by victory. slowly, grouse ascended the spiraling stairs of elysium. to the temple of styx. to the surface. satyrs were nothing to him. he slaughtered them with ease, looking for something to appease the gatekeeper.

never

once past those grand double doors, carved from marble and slate, he smiled. he saw the sun. warm, not scorching, like a gentle blanket. beaming down on him with the few flakes of residual snow that fell.

then he saw dawn.

stay

it was a quick fight. if you can even call it a fight. the queen took things into her own paws, and with her bident, grouse fell.

down.

"if you are going to face her, you had best win." mistle chided, haloed in shadow.

grouse slouched awkwardly under her scrutiny, ears pinned. he slunk past her, towards his chambers to once more ascend the layers of hades. once more to fight.

"why do you fight?"

he stopped, lifting his head to turn and stare at her. a low fire burned his amber gaze. "i fight because i can not settle. i fight because i will not watch and wait."

mistle frowned at him, "you make that decision."

"i do."

with that, the mottled tom slipped into his quarters to fetch his blade and descend from the balcony into the halls of tartarus once again.

 

hello felix! hello kat! hello lurkers! i'm redshiftreign, or red, or nic or rudy or literally whatever you feel like calling me. i've been on wco for a little over a year now, and have been roleplaying for several more than that. i pride myself in my characters over anything else, and find that when a character clicks for me, i thrive. right now, after throwing a bunch of characters at the wall, i found two that really stuck: grousepaw, and eveningthaw (three if you count rush)!

i'm turning 17 in two months (july) and am a rising senior in high school! though i'm taking a rather rigorous course load, i'm also taking 3 off periods so i only have 5 classes per day, and as it is currently summer, i'm overloaded with free time!

i'm someone who really thrives off of schedule and organization (sweeps my trackers and spreadsheets under the rug, haha) and with so much extra time on my hands, summer can be a bit detrimental to my usual routine. for this reason, i'm looking for some new things to commit to so i can build up some semblance of routine again. i really like trying new things and experimenting with ideas, and i thrive under pressure much more than without. i strive to make everything i do efficient and effective, and for that reason i have plenty of ideas on how to make medicine cat work easier & more effective- at least, in a way that would work for me. i can't speak for everyone! i think that using a spreadsheet to list out each character needing healing, what herbs are being used on them and how and then going through and writing the post would be much easier than scrolling through both the medicine den starter, the healing request thread and whatnot as a reply is typed.

i'm not sure how patrols work presently, but setting specific dates that they are sent out that are the same every month would probably make things less stressful. i think sending out patrols would be super cool, especially because i (and grouse) would consider which characters would work well together/know each other as well as who is active on wco and who isn't. though, i will admit, i can see grouse assigning people he knows don't really get along to the same patrol just to cause a small bit of chaos.

on that topic, there are some questions i'm sure your asking:

why would grousepaw want to be medicine cat? he doesn't. shocker, i know! grouse doesn't want a position of power. the idea scares him. but if it were offered to him, he'd accept it without hesitation for a few reasons. one, better him than someone else. someone easier to manipulate and control. two, he wants to better understand the clan's leadership and governmental ranks in order to properly form an opinion on everything. and three, he is horrified of regretting his decision to not take the position in case someone else who adds to the problem gets it.

isn't grouse an anarchist? he is! but, he's also a shadowclan cat who cares deeply about his clan and the people in it. hate the sin love the sinner. he despises some cats in the clan- namely those he sees as tyrants, but he cares too strongly about people to ever harm anyone unless he saw it as absolutely necessary. he's going to be outspoken, irreverent, and upfront about his opinions regardless of what rank he takes on. that won't change. he's not going to stop sneaking out with his friends unless he absolutely has to- but when something needs done, he'll do it. he just hates busywork. he's not going to incite a rebellion or anything so crazy- he just wants to chip away at the control people have over others.

any crazy tragedies planned in grouse's future? unless you count falling madly in love with a royalist, nope! nothing too crazy- though, i've got a few things i might want to explore, grouse will always end up right here in shadowclan for the forseeable future. especially since estelle has been promised a long slow burn romance that ends happy, grouse isn't going anywhere for quite a while, medicine cat apprentice or otherwise.

[Desert Rain Frog]

LionFlop.
Fire Spreading In My Veins.
You're All Placing The Blame.
Put It On Me, I Can Take It.
Don't Be Afraid. Orange And Vibrant Colors Are Just The Start.
When The Dark Forest Reins Down Apon Us.


LionFlop Is A Kind, Somewhat Calm Golden Beast... With A Firey Temper. Hell Show His Teeth If Needed. Happy Go Lucky Boy.

[Estelle]

·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚ ̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙


Welcome to the Witch's Cabin, today we are...

[Hollyheart of thunder]

P L A C E H O L D E R

[paris]

I decided that I would throw Fireflyflicker at the position!

She also has the Purrks: The Collector [ ACTIVE ], Mind Reader [ ACTIVE ], Agatha Kitty [ ACTIVE ]

 

 

Fireflyflicker is a spark of joy in the midst of adventure! With fur as bright as the sun and eyes that gleam like fireflies on a summer night, she's a burst of energy wherever she goes. Fearless and fiery, Fireflyflicker approaches every challenge with a twinkle in her eye and a skip in her step.

She's the kind of cat who sees the best in every situation, always looking for the silver lining even in the darkest of clouds. Her optimism is infectious, lifting the spirits of those around her and igniting a sense of hope even in the toughest battles.

Despite her small stature, Fireflyflicker has the heart of a lion and the determination of a warrior twice her size. She may not be the strongest or the most skilled fighter, but what she lacks in brawn, she makes up for in bravery and cleverness. Quick on her paws and sharp of mind, she's a wily opponent and a loyal ally.

But Fireflyflicker isn't all business – she knows how to have fun too! Whether she's chasing fireflies on a warm summer evening or bounding through the forest with her friends, she's always up for an adventure. Her laughter is like music to the ears, brightening even the dullest of days.

With her fiery spirit and unwavering optimism, Fireflyflicker lights up the world around her wherever she goes, leaving a trail of smiles and warmth in her wake.

 

As a medicine cat, Fireflyflicker embodies the very essence of tranquility and wisdom. With a gentle demeanor and a keen eye, she navigates the delicate balance between the physical and spiritual realms with grace and humility.

Fireflyflicker's den is a sanctuary of healing, filled with the soothing scent of herbs and the soft glow of fireflies. Here, she tends to the ailments of her clanmates with unwavering dedication, her touch as gentle as a whisper and her voice as soothing as a summer breeze.

But it's not just her skill with herbs that makes Fireflyflicker such a revered figure in the clan. It's her deep connection to StarClan and her unwavering faith in their guidance. Through dreams and omens, she receives messages from the ancestors, offering insights and advice to her fellow cats in times of need.

Despite her deep spirituality, Fireflyflicker is grounded and practical, always seeking to find solutions to even the most challenging of problems. Her wisdom is tempered by a sense of humility, and she approaches each task with an open heart and an open mind.

But perhaps what truly sets Fireflyflicker apart is her boundless compassion and empathy. She sees the pain and suffering of others as if it were her own, and she'll stop at nothing to ease their burdens and heal their wounds, both physical and emotional.

In times of crisis, Fireflyflicker is a beacon of hope, her presence a source of strength and solace for all who seek her counsel. With her gentle touch and her unwavering spirit, she embodies the very essence of what it means to be a medicine cat – a healer, a guide, and a guardian of the clan's well-being.

 

Fireflyflicker's communication style is like a warm, flickering flame on a chilly night – inviting, comforting, and full of light. She speaks with a gentle cadence, her words flowing like a babbling brook, soothing and reassuring those around her.

Her tone is soft and melodic, carrying a hint of warmth and kindness in every syllable. She has a knack for listening attentively, making others feel heard and valued. When she speaks, she does so with sincerity and empathy, always mindful of the feelings of those she's conversing with.

Fireflyflicker is a natural storyteller, weaving tales of adventure and wisdom with ease. Whether she's sharing a fable from moons past or recounting the day's events, her words have a magical quality that captivates her audience and leaves them hanging onto every word.

She has a knack for finding the silver lining in even the darkest of clouds, offering words of encouragement and hope to those who may be feeling down. Her optimism is infectious, lifting the spirits of those around her and infusing every conversation with a sense of joy and possibility.

But perhaps what truly sets Fireflyflicker apart is her ability to connect on a deeper level, to see beyond the surface and into the hearts of others. She's a compassionate listener and a trusted confidante, always there to offer support and guidance to those in need.

In essence, Fireflyflicker's communication style is like a beacon of light in the darkness – illuminating the path forward with warmth, compassion, and unwavering optimism.

 

For Fireflyflicker, the role of a medicine cat isn't just a position within the clan hierarchy; it's a calling, a sacred duty that resonates deep within her soul. From a young age, she felt a strong connection to the healing arts and the spiritual world, drawn to the mysteries of herbs and the guidance of StarClan.

Her interest in the medicine cat position stems from a profound sense of empathy and compassion for her fellow clanmates. She sees their pain and suffering and feels a deep desire to ease their burdens and heal their wounds, both physical and emotional. To her, there's no greater privilege than being able to offer comfort and solace to those in need.

But it's not just a desire to help others that drives Fireflyflicker – it's a profound reverence for the natural world and the balance of life and death. She sees herself as a steward of the clan's well-being, entrusted with the sacred task of maintaining harmony and health within the community.

Fireflyflicker is also deeply attuned to the spiritual realm, with a natural gift for interpreting signs and omens from StarClan. She views her role as a bridge between the mortal world and the world of the ancestors, channeling their wisdom and guidance to aid her in her healing work.

Above all, Fireflyflicker finds fulfillment and purpose in the medicine cat position. It's not just a duty or a responsibility – it's a calling that resonates with every fiber of her being, allowing her to serve her clanmates with compassion, wisdom, and unwavering dedication.

 

Fireflyflicker is the epitome of reliability when it comes to the medicine cat position. She approaches her duties with unwavering dedication and a steadfast commitment to the well-being of her clanmates.

First and foremost, Fireflyflicker is incredibly organized and meticulous in her work. She keeps detailed records of herbs, remedies, and past treatments, ensuring that she's always prepared to address any ailment or injury that may arise within the clan. Her medicine den is a model of efficiency, with every herb and tool meticulously arranged for easy access.

But it's not just her organizational skills that make Fireflyflicker reliable – it's her unwavering presence in times of need. Whether it's the middle of the night or the midst of a crisis, she can always be counted on to respond swiftly and competently to any medical emergency. Her calming presence and steady hand provide reassurance to both patients and their worried loved ones.

Furthermore, Fireflyflicker's deep knowledge of herbs and healing techniques is unmatched within the clan. She's constantly studying and learning, seeking out new remedies and techniques to improve her craft. This dedication to her ongoing education ensures that she's always equipped with the latest knowledge and skills to provide the best possible care to her clanmates.

Perhaps most importantly, Fireflyflicker is a pillar of emotional support within the clan. She listens without judgment, offers words of comfort and encouragement, and provides a shoulder to lean on during difficult times. Her reliability extends beyond just physical healing – she's also there to provide spiritual and emotional guidance to those in need.

In short, Fireflyflicker's reliability as a medicine cat is unquestionable. Her unwavering dedication, deep knowledge, and compassionate nature make her an invaluable asset to her clan, someone who can always be counted on to provide comfort, care, and support when it's needed most.

 

Haven't used her much, but do plan on using her a lot more! Im active all day everyday lol.

She's about 15 Moons, if that's okay.

I do have discord, but it really depends whether or not I have my phone. However, my username is lynxyboo.