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Post by ♥ BEAU on Aug 25, 2013 16:51:47 GMT -5
pineclan auditioning! I. we are looking for a [deputy] and [medicine cat]!: So, we have high positions open, and you have the opportunity to make them! Thing is- you gotta audition for these beauties. There's a small list of requirements for each audition to be considered, and keep in mind that there are differences with each clan!
FOR DEPUTY OF PINECLAN, YOU MUST HAVE THE FOLLOWING:
- the youngest your cat can be is 30 moons. in this age, your cat did mentor an apprentice, and it fits with the history of pineclan and the previous high positions. there is no maximum.
- the name must be a traditional name courtesy of the lists we have provided for you.
- the history must match up with the history of the clan.
WHAT YOU DON'T HAVE TO HAVE FOR DEPUTY:
- make your cat have a great personality that fits with the clan high positions.
- be between 30-40 moons.
FOR MEDICINE CAT OF PINECLAN, YOU MUST HAVE THE FOLLOWING:
- the youngest your cat can be is 35 moons. in this age, your cat knows most, if not all, of the medicine that is used, and they have assisted with one or two litters beforehand. there is no maximum.
- the name is traditional and off of the lists we have provided.
- the history matches with the history of the clan and with the previous high positions.
WHAT YOU DON'T HAVE TO HAVE FOR MEDICINE CAT:
- make your cat between 35-45 moons.
- match with the clan attitude and personality.
THE AUDITION:
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LASTLY- YOUR AUDITION MUST HAVE A ROLEPLAY SAMPLE OF 200+ WORDS.
AUDITIONS WILL CLOSE WHEN THERE ARE ENOUGH PARTICIPANTS FOR THE RANK.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2013 17:39:09 GMT -5
Don't stand aside while people make demands.
At first they'll take your liberties,
Then tie them 'round your hands.
Owltail
68 MOONS · FEMALE · PINEclan · DEPUTY ∙ UNDISCLOSED - pelt : Brown Tabby
- eyes : Golden
- build : Long . Lean
- other : Owltail bears various half-healed scars on her shoulders and face from intermittent periods of conflict with other cats.
- brief description : Brown tabby she-cat with golden eyes.
appearance - general : Despite having mellowed considerably over her many seasons, Owltail is still a sizzling firecracker of a cat in both energy and personality. Passionate, opinionated, and filled with an enduring spirit which compels her to remain on her feet from predawn until dusk, her presence in camp is hard to miss. Owltail is outspoken at best; at worst she is opinionated and loud. She's the best cat to seek out if one needs an ally against a bully or aggressor, specialising in feline conflict of all flavours and varieties. But while she is an indispensable help to Clanmates who need someone to speak up or raise a claw on their behalf, cats seeking to take advantage of certain elements of the Warrior code find her vigilance stiflingly irritating. Owltail loves nothing quite so much as shaking up the status quo, and older Clan members may recall her younger moons with a touch of disgruntlement. Chances are that Owltail still bears sore feelings towards a few of them as well.
- things owltail enjoys
- Tearing Down the Privileged
- Sniffing Out Corruption
- Lively Debates
- Confounding Expectations
- things owltail hates
- Uninformed Opinions
- Fulfilling the Expectations of the Privileged
- Those Who Are Deliberately Ignorant
- Complacency
- Being Taken Advantage Of
- owltail's habits
- Keeping Abreast of Current Events
- Organising Patrols
- Finding a Quiet Spot to Unwind
- owltail's positive traits
- Inquisitive
- Observant
- Progressive
- owltail's negative traits
- Seditious
- Vindictive
- Ruthless
- your own section
- Owltail is a talented duelist, one of the better warriors in the Clan to bring on a battle patrol. Her preoccupation with Clan politics feeds into her skill with besting feline opponents, but her hunting abilities and combat skills when facing a non-feline opponent are no better than average.
personality - history : Owltail was born in the darkness of leaf-bare, the only kit in her litter. Her first few moons of life were permeated with cold and hunger despite the best efforts of her father and mother, but come newleaf Owlkit had grown resilient and was ready to face the other challenges that life had to throw at her. Snakenose and Duskpelt both doted on their daughter, even after the weather became mild and prey grew plentiful once more. She enjoyed being extremely spoiled for the latter half of her kithood. This was when her outgoing nature truly began to emerge and flourish, encouraged by the freedom her parents allowed her and their endless encouragement to pursue her own interests.
By the time greenleaf was in full swing Owlkit felt more than ready to begin her training with the other PineClan apprentices. She eagerly accepted her new name at six moons of age and began training under her mentor Rainfang, soaking up his teachings about hunting and stalking, but most of all living for the occasions when she accompanied him on border patrols. Owlpaw was endlessly curious about the extent of PineClan's territory and fascinated with what lay beyond it. She liked to catch the scent of their neighbouring Clans and attended her first gathering with a great deal of excitement. Speaking with other cats who didn't share PineClan's culture and ideals was a tantalising opportunity, and one she hoped to repeat every single moon.
It wasn't until partway through her apprentice training that Owlpaw showed any interest at all in the politics of her own Clan. Up until then she'd assumed that Geckostar's judgement was infallible, and had trusted the older warriors to manage patrols and confer on important decisions, but when she was eight moons old Rainfang lost an eye rescuing a kit from the coils of a rogue python. During the Clan meeting that was held to celebrate his bravery, Geckostar bestowed him with the new name of One-eye as a testament to his selfless act. Although the name was indicative of his greatest achievement in saving the life of another Clan-member, One-eye begrudged the change of name, feeling as if he'd lost a portion of his identity in the process.
Owlpaw's mentor encouraged her to use her own judgement more and more as she grew, even when that meant questioning the decisions of her superiors. This lead to a few good-natured arguments between the two of them and more than a few spats involving other warriors whom Owlpaw interfaced with. Owlpaw nevertheless graduated quickly, maintaining a close relationship with her old mentor and even enjoying a few moons of mutual romance with him. But she was well known throughout her first few seasons as a warrior as the Clan's resident hellraiser with a fondness for encouraging insubordination in her peers. It was many moons before Owltail learned to further her ideals in a way that didn't cause so much discord within the Clan.
Owltail's reputation within the Clan improved gradually. As she had no compunctions about socialising freely with the younger members of PineClan, apprentices and younger warriors began to seek her out for advice and assistance. She became a mentor for the first time at 32 moons of age, after her investigation into a squabble between a trio of apprentices led to the discovery and subsequent cessation of a rash of fresh-kill disappearances. Owltail tutored her pupil for five moons and attended her warrior ceremony with pride. She went on to mentor another apprentice the following year, but returned to her normal warrior duties after he graduated from the apprentices' den. It was many a moon before Geckostar finally lost her last life and her deputy Tinystar stepped up as leader. Owltail accepted the position of PineClan's new deputy the very next evening.
- relatives
- Parents : Snakenose . Duskpelt
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[/div][/div] background [/div] [/td][/tr][/tbody][/table] This template was created by Mykolai of SBPlease do not remove credits. [/div] Hunting wasn't among Owltail's favourite activities, but it was among the more relaxing tasks that she could undertake before it was time to gather back at camp for the day's end. She'd already caught two mice and was following the trail of a shrew towards the edge of her Clan's territory, prowling close to the ground with her mouth open to taste the air, when the scent of her own Clan drifted fresh and pungent into her glands. She took a few seconds to place the scent, identifying the trail as belonging to Whitepaw and Grass-stripe. Strange, she thought. She'd placed those two on an earlier patrol that had recently returned to camp. They should be enjoying an early meal before the rest of the Clan converged on the fresh-kill pile. What were the two of them doing near their border with SwampClan?
There was no question whether or not Owltail was going to investigate. Her idle pursuit of the shrew was abandoned after only a moment's thought in favour of locating the two young cats. She padded around crisp needles and brittle twigs, taking the silent path in Whitepaw and Grass-stripe's direction so she could observe them unawares. So it happened that she heard Grass-stripe screaming before she saw them, and immediately she broke into a run. Owltail whipped headlong past pine trunks and through patches of bracken, following scent and sound through the late afternoon shade to the very edge of PineClan's lands.
"Reeoooooooooowwwww- AHHH!"
Grass-stripe's shrill screech ended in a yelp when the deputy flew over a bush and landed a few fox-lengths away, startling Whitepaw into toppling off the warrior's back. Owltail could feel her tail puffed up behind her as she lasered a look at the two disheveled young cats which quickly turned from wary hostility to mortification. It didn't take StarClan's wisdom to realise from glancing at them what had been going on.
"O-Owltail!" Grass-stripe squeaked, scrambling to her feet and sidling away from Whitepaw. "What are you- When did you-"
She flapped her mouth, unable to finish the questions. For his part, Whitepaw just looked stricken to silence.
Owltail felt extremely uncomfortable.
"You should know better than to wander close to SwampClan's borders by yourselves," she muttered after an extended pause. "Get back to camp before your noise attracts an enemy patrol."
The two adolescents scampered away at her word, fleeing back into the safety of the pine woods. Feeling thankful that there had been no one around to witness the awkward exchange, Owltail followed them back toward camp at a subdued shuffle. She could pick up her mice on the way back and take her time making it back from her hunting trip. Hopefully by then Crowstar would have something more interesting for her to think about than finding two under-aged Clanmates going at it in the woods.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2013 21:25:24 GMT -5
No one else can make you feel inferior without your consent.
deerstep 34 moons · Fem · PINE · MEDICINE CAT ∙ CELIBATE ∙ image- Pelt: a multitude of colors; the base is a pale, sandy color with dusty brown tabby stripes and a white underbelly
- Eyes: paler yellow
- Build: deerstep is an average cat. she doesn't stand out or anything; she's a simplistic cat, her legs just a little short but not by far. her face is rather angular and she doesn't show off much muscle at all, mostly due to the fact that she was only a warrior for a little while and didn't get a lot of training in. her coat is lithe and sleek and soft like a baby kitten.
- Other: n/a
- Brief Description: dusty tabby she-cat with pale yellow eyes and a white underbelly
appearance - General: when she was little, deerstep was dubbed as different by the other pineclan apprentices. they were proud and haughty, and little deerstep liked to be quiet and stay in the corner to avoid being taunted. this fed into her personality as she grew older, a somewhat shy she-cat who preferred to stay quiet. eventually, she got sick of being pushed around and grew in herself, becoming a cat who wouldn't take anything from anyone. she takes nothing but respect and will box your ears off if you give her anything less. it's simple to her - be respectful to her, and respect will come right back your way. even in her older age, she's still fairly quiet, but doesn't let anyone push her around like they used to. she just doesn't like talking but will stand up for herself if she feels it's needed. despite what is heard about her and what she may seem like, she's one of the most sincere, trustworthy and devoted cats you'll ever meet.
- Things Deerstep Enjoys
- the scent of herbs
- calming naps
- optimism
- loyalty in others
- watching other cats
- hearing about what others like and dislike
- patience
- Things Deerstep Hates
- disrespect
- conceited airheads
- boorish personalities
- fidgety cats
- negativity and impatience
- repugnance
- Deerstep's Habits
- she is super passionate and although she isn't fond of talking much, she could prattle on for however long about things she loves.
- she has a tendency to overwork herself.
- Deerstep's Positive Traits
- passionate
- independent
- sincere
- devoted
- educated
- open-minded
- Deerstep's Negative Traits
- petulant
- not fond of talking
- stubborn
- picky
- meticulous
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personality - History: if mangoface ever had to pick a favorite season, it would be the fiery red and yellow gold of leaf-fall. the leaf-fall had been warm that year and the prey running well in pineclan, a perfect time for new life to be given to the clans. pineclan was unusually short on queens that year, so mangoface was the only one at the time she gave birth to her litter of four. three she-cats and a little tom to call her own would be a big responsibility for the she-cat and her mate, but with the way they were raised, it seemed to turn out alright for the couple anyways.
- the three she-cats were duly named anikit, cherrykit and cassiakit, while the tom was named deerkit. by the time they opened their eyes, they were taught from therefore love and affection to all, that everyone was different in some way. mangoface and lightfrost knew all too well the harsh loyalty and pride that the pineclan cats showed. the parents weren't all that liked in the clan; they were too different, and there was no way mangoface would allow her kits to be raised in such a faith where one clan is better than everyone.
- their birth went without complication, but cherrykit seemed to have problems with her breathing. anikit, cassiakit and deerkit were fine, but cherrykit's chest would rattle when she breathed. she couldn't run for long or short periods of time without nearly passing out from lack of breath, and just had trouble breathing in general, even when she wasn't doing anything. it didn't seem like green-cough or white-cough because she wasn't coughing; she was sick, but what the sickness entailed was hard to decipher. by her second moon, she was moved from the nursery and into the medicine den, much to her siblings' worry and her mother's distaste.
- deerkit was a sensitive thing and was affected the most by his sister's sickness. he loved his family dearly, and although he was only a few moons old at the time, he visited her in the medicine den every day. he rarely ever played with the other kits, including his other siblings, and spent most of his days next to her nest in the medicine den. the medicine cat seemed unaffected by him being there and let him stay; his mother and father worried about him, but didn't take him away from cherrykit.
- the moons passed under the warmth of a golden sun and there was no improvement. she didn't get better, and they couldn't tell if she was getting worse. their sixth moon was upon them, and although she wouldn't get any training done, the leader had decided that she would still get her apprentice name alongside her siblings. the leaves shone crimson like fire as the clan chanted the new names; anipaw, cassiapaw, deerpaw and cherrypaw. deerpaw took note - they shouted his sister's name the loudest, and he was sure that even though she wasn't able to be there, she would be able to hear her name across the clearing.
- deerpaw had to give up spending every moment with his sister, and instead took to just sleeping in the extra nest next to her in the medicine den. he became accustomed to the smell of herbs and shallow breathing of his sister; it felt like home, even if the feeling was malcontent and drowned in sadness. his training was difficult, and deerpaw didn't like the idea of becoming a warrior. it didn't sit with him well, it was just too extensive and too far away and frankly, he was scared of growing up. he didn't want to grow up without cherrypaw next to him - he didn't want to grow up and lose the things he loved.
- thoughts distracted him from his training. it wasn't going well and he was failing, surrounded by the terror of things that didn't really make sense. he felt different and odd and scared and small in such a big world; he rarely went to gatherings, petrified with the idea of being teased even more. he stayed in camp with cherrypaw, grooming her fur softly and whispering into her ear calming things, even though he knew this wasn't going to last.
- deerpaw was confused. he didn't know what he wanted to be or where to go with himself any more. he didn't feel like himself - he felt hollow and shallow, an empty shell of what he used to be. all these feelings were killing him inside, tearing him apart, and he didn't know what he was. his mind shut down on itself, lost and frozen, confused and broken - he became something else, even if he wasn't completely sure that it was what he needed to be.
- it was within his eighth moon that cherrypaw passed away, lungs filling in with infection and collapsing on themselves. he woke up in the dark of night to the sound of someone drowning, gasping and coughing and fur standing on end. by the end his lungs were raspy from the amount of screeching and squealing he'd done, confused and eyes wide and running in circles as he watched the light flicker out of his sister's eyes.
- deerpaw didn't sleep that night, just gasped and hacked away. there was a collective gasp around the camp at dawn as they watched the apprentice's body carried out into the middle of camp for the family to hold a vigil. he couldn't go near her body; seeing his mother break down next to her kitten and his father being unable to comfort her broke his heart. he was unable to say goodbye then - he watched as they carried his sister away, wounds fresh and stinging.
- he didn't talk for weeks. when he did, they were small, confused noises or slow, upset sounding words. his training plummeted and he gave up on himself - he didn't want to be a warrior. he didn't want to be himself. he saw the longing in his mother's eyes and the anger in his father's, and he felt like he didn't belong, like they needed her back and he wasn't able to suffice any longer.
- deerpaw was nine moons old when he figured out that he was female, born in a wrong time and situation. he had tried to fit in as a male for so long, and he felt as if it was what made him unhappy and longing for something that wasn't there. the problems melted away when he announced to his family what he really was, and they begun to call him by the proper pronouns. his training cleared although he was terribly behind, and the wounds begun to heal.
- the word spread and cats begun to accept her, calling her by her new pronouns. she felt loved for once, even though she was still insecure as she'd always been. she was still hurt by cherrypaw's death, and still thought that she just didn't belong as a warrior. she felt like she could have done better, like she should have noticed and stopped her suffering, noticed and let the medicine cat know earlier.
- boaleaf didn't hold it against her, but the thoughts tortured deerpaw. she was nine moons old when she told boaleaf her proposition. she'd made a promise to herself to save other cats so they wouldn't have to go through what cherrypaw and her family had to. it was a long talk between leaders and medicine cats and families to make sure that deerpaw was right. before she knew it, she was told that yes, she would be accepted as a medicine cat apprentice. boaleaf wasn't mentoring anyone and she was getting older, so she thought it was a perfect idea.
- her nest was moved into the medicine den. the smells calmed her at night and the terror of nightmares went away. she was no longer forced to relive the night over and over when cherrypaw died, and she took to medicine training like no other. she memorized everything she could, pastes and leaves and scents and textures, and like any apprentice becoming a warrior she got her actual medicine name just shy of thirteen moons old.
- deerstep was a natural. she remembers countless times of delivering kits and healing sickness, fond memories of watching her sisters grow up as beautiful young ladies and warriors. it was herself who delivered cassiatail's litter of three, and watched her young nieces and nephews tussle in the nursery.
- time to time she remembers cherrypaw. she remembers and she regrets, but she looks forward to sunny days and beautiful cats growing in the clan. she knows this was her destiny, even if it hurts sometimes.
- Family/Relatives
- mangoface - mother, npc
- lightfrost - father, npc
- anipelt - sister, npc
- cherrypaw - sister, npc (deceased)
- cassiatail - sister, npc
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[/div][/div] background [/div] [/td][/tr][/tbody][/table] This template was created by Mykolai of SBPlease do not remove credits. [/div] it's one of those times when deerstep wishes she had an apprentice, really; she reminds herself softly that she's only thirty-four moons, she's got a while to go. it's one of those times when she wishes she was still an apprentice and boaleaf wasn't retired; she reminds herself fondly that she's only thirty-four moons, she's got a while to go.
she thinks of this as she sees the panic in the mother's eyes as she rushes her kit into the medicine den. the panicked look that reminds deerstep all to much of her own mother when they watched cherrypaw die, but she forces it down and focuses on the young kit. he tumbles over his own paws as his mother nudges him forward under deerstep's nose, the mother squawking away behind him about who knows what.
she catches the word deathberries and she sucks in a breath, scrambling to her store she'd been rearranging to search out yarrow. there isn't much time as she grabs the flowering plant and chews as fast as she can, making the kit sit up properly as she forces the poultice into his mouth and says softly, gently as to not scare him, swallow.
he's confused as he does what he's told, deerstep by his side as he vomits profusely onto the dirt ground. he lets out some yowling noises, scrambling away to his mother who looks at him with terror, noses his head fondly. she seems to be out of breath as she thanks deerstep, who warns her to keep him away from wherever he found those plants.
she goes back to organizing her stock, makes a mental note to get some yarrow later from the edge of the woodland.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2013 12:14:50 GMT -5
Don't mock me!
I will gain nothing
by beating you at your own game. Turtlefoot 42 moons ·Male · PIne · Deputy ∙ straight ∙ full image- Pelt: grey with brown tabby markings
- Eyes: Hazel
- Build: Turtlefoot is a bigger warrior than cats would expect to see in pine clan. He stands double the size of a newly named warrior and is larger than most of the pine clan cats. He is the cat that everyone notices in camp and is built solid with muscle. Despite his size he has a certain sleekness to him that makes him athletic and one of the fastest cats in the clan.
- Other: Scar along his left flank from a snake bite.
- Brief Description: A large grey tom with brown tabby markings and hazel eyes.
appearance - General: Turtlefoot is overall a very vain, conceited, and proud cat that simply commands respect. He is very bold and outgoing and has no problem speaking his mind and has no filter to his words especially when it comes to talking to other clans. Turtlefoot is very loyal and knows his clan is best and has no problem flaunting it this makes him very undiplomatic around others and quick to fight to defend himself or his clan's honor. Turtlefoot loves to see what makes other cats tick this tends to make him very testing to clan mates and he has a tendency to question other cats after they make a statement, assertion, or introduce a plan. Being a bigger cat he tends to be rash and act fast this often resorts to brute strength with fighting as his only answer. Turtlefoot's major flaw is that he doesn't believe in Star Clan at all and although he follows the warrior code he tends to disregard it when it is to his gain.
- Things Turtlefoot Enjoys
- Fighting
- Bragging/showing off
- Flirting/she-cats
- Organization
- Things Turtlefoot Hates
- Other clans
- Being diplomatic
- His clan looking weak
- Being challenged
- Turtlefoot's Habits
- Tends to test other cats
- Quick to fight
- Will ignore warrior code if its for personal gain
- Likes to take charge
- Turtlefoot's Positive Traits
- Loyal to clan and clan mates
- Speaks his mind
- Honorable
- Proud
- Protective
- Turtlefoot's Negative Traits
- Rash
- Commands respect
- Undiplomatic/blunt
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- Very good runner and is a fast cat despite his size
- Afraid of snakes, mostly pythons
- Has trouble committing to one mate
personality - History:
- Before Kitting: Turtlefoot didn't come from any regal lines or unbelievable circumstances. In fact, his beginnings were very ordinary. His parents Brightflower and Greyheart where best friends since the first time they met each other in the nursery. Greyheart was the runt of his litter and Brightflower was a single birth. Being one moon apart the two went everywhere together and trained through apprenticeship together. When both hit warrior status it wasn't many moons before Greyheart starting talking about love and Brightflower talked about kittens. The pair had several successful litters after that. Growing older Brightflower decided to attempt one more litter with her mate. She was overjoyed to tell Greyheart that she was expecting their 8th and final litter. Roughly 2 moons later the older queen delivered a litter of two almost identical toms. She named the older tom Turtlekit and the second tom Tortoisekit.
- Kithood: Although the two brothers looked the same they were as different as night and day from the very first time out of the nursery. Turtlekit showed right away that he was the leader of the duo and was very bold and outgoing. Turtlekit was that kit that stood up to warriors and had no problem showing off his coat around the she cats of the clan. Everywhere he went Turtlekit just commanded attention and respect. Tortoisekit was the follower of and was more careful. He was the kit who showed the respect to the elders and pleased everyone through his words and not his kit like pounces and fighting moves. Both brothers however did have a sense of adventure and where known to disappear within the camp while playing games. As they grew, the brothers began to hear of star clan and the warrior code. Turtlekit seemed to disregard the stories almost immediately as nursery tales, but Tortoisekit held them close and often repeated them to other kits in the nursery. Right around their 5th moon, Some of the newer apprentices started to tease the brothers about being to young to become apprenticed. Turtlekit decided that he was tired of being treated like a baby and decided that he was going on an adventure to find the twolegs mine. After all, he was braver and bigger then those newly named furballs. Being the thoughtful one Tortoisekit knew it was a bad idea from the moment the words came out of his brother's mouth, but he was the follower and before long both kits were walking out of the fox set camp into the surrounding trees. The two brothers never made it to the mines. Turtlekit found the tree bridge and immediately decided he wanted to cross it to ellipse pond. Not being experienced both kits fell down into the dried out river where a python lay basking. Seeing the kits as an easy meal it attacked. The python took a snap at the older kit catching him with his teeth down his flank. Turtklekit fought back and slashed the python before taking off assuming that Tortoisekit would be right behind him. Turtlekit collapsed and blacked out not far from the attack. A few sunrises later he awoke to find himself in the medicine den and learned that Tortoisekit had not survived the attack. That moment broke his heart, but he decided then and there he would never lose another cat he was close to. As he looked himself over he noticed a raw red cut all the way down his flank and knew that it stung because that creature had bitten him. When he asked the medicine cat she told him that the long creature was a python. From that day on, Turtlekit was scared of pythons and always nervous to fight them. Turtlekit stayed under the medicine cat's watch in the den until his 7th moon. Geckostar then delayed his apprenticeship for another moon as punishment. So on his 8th moon Turtlekit stood in front of his can taller and prouder than any young cat as he showed off his first warrior scar, the only mark that proved of his encounter. That day Turtlekit became Turtlepaw and trained under a wily tom known as Foxpelt.
- Apprentice: Turtlepaw's apprenticeship was basically a long set of checks and balances with Foxpelt. Turtlepaw already did not believe in star clan and Foxpelt never really instilled the warrior code in the ambitious young cat. Turtlepaw was bold, rash, and proud and his command for respect continued. In Turtlepaw's mind this was his apprenticeship and he would take from it what he wanted. The vain tom always wanted battle practice and when things didn't go his way he would question Foxpelt to see if the new skill was worth his time. Believe it or not by the time his apprenticeship was drawing to an end the young cat was becoming a large, powerful tom cat and Foxpelt and his apprentice worked seamlessly together. They seemed to know what each other was thinking with out words and always caught the most prey as a team and ran the tightest border patrols. On his 14th moon, Turtlepaw found himself again in front of his clan not a nervous bone in his entire body for his warrior ceremony. Turtlepaw became Turtlefoot as Geckostar highlighted his speed.
- Warrior: In Turtlefoot's mind his title as a warrior should of been given to him moons ago and the large tom started his warriorship with a bang. Over the next ten moons he hunted and patrolled from sunrise to sunset. His popularity and natural command for respect lead to leadership through patrols quickly and there was no doubt that Turtlefoot was destined for greatness. On his 24th moon he was given an apprentice Dapplepaw. Dapplepaw became the center of his world and as he mentored her his protective side came out and no tom was able to go near her. By the time Dapplepaw became Dappleface and Turtlefoot was nearing his 30th moon, the two were almost inseparable and many thought that kits would be forthcoming. However, Turtlefoot turned his back on Dappleface and began to flirt with many more she cats. By the time he was ready to admit to Dappleface that he cared about her she caught caught green cough and died a moon later. Turtlefoot was heartbroken and knew he'd never find another like Dappleface. Turtlefoot healed his broken heart by working himself completely into the clan through many patrols and by helping the deputy Crowfur. Pineclan was strong for another 10 moons where the senior warrior found himself leading clan mates with no question. Sadly, Geckostar joined Star Clan at 102 moons leaving Crowstar as her successor. The very next moonrise the senior warrior Turtlefoot was named deputy at 42 moons.
- Family/Relatives
- Greyheart/Brightflower
- Tortoisekit (deceased)
- Foxpelt (mentor)
- Dappleface (lost love)
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[/div][/div] background [/div] [/td][/tr][/tbody][/table] This template was created by Mykolai of SBPlease do not remove credits. RP SAMPLE:Turtlefoot woke up as the sun was just reaching sun high. This was unusual for the massive warrior, but he had taken guard duty of the camp late last night. As the large tom stood up he stretched and shook to wake himself up completely. As he licked his pelt in place his mind grappled to ring his mind to reality. Geckostar was dead and Crowfur was out getting his nine lives. The title of deputy still hung in the air. Turtlefoot wasn't going to lie to any clan mate the bold and vain tom would love to be deputy. He was always told that he was destined for greatness and this was his moment. For a few brief seconds he thought of any cat that would be his competition. There were a few and then he realized that if he wasn't named a number of accidents, could always happen. Immediately he shook his head, what was the draw of power doing to him! Sure he bent the warrior code in his time, but he was honorable and he would never kill in cold blood. The only option was to get deputy right now. There was just no other answer to his need for respect and to keep his dignity in the clan.
Once he was satisfied with his coat the lean muscled tom came out of the warrior fox set and blinked to adjust his eyes to the bright new leaf sun. He sat outside the den letting the sun dance off his greyish coat highlighting the brown triggers hidden within it. His amber gaze looked over the camp taking in the other cats. The conceited tom then stood up tall and cockily sauntered across the clearing to the fresh kill pile his head held high and eyes fixed right in front of him. No cat was going to stop him, sure he hadn't done anything yet, but he was hungry and he would eat before he went out to hunt. Quickly, he gobbled down a mouse and then turned on his feet to go out into the woods. For the first time his long scar down his flank showed and was unmissable. He had earned that scar as a kit and it was the first of many smaller scars that were seen laden across his pelt. He was experienced and today he would prove it to his clan mates and to Crowstar. As he made for the exit he felt eyes boring into his pelt and he almost grew hot with embarrassment. It was as if his clan mates knew what lay in wait for him. In that moment as he ran from camp to hunt he was power, dignity, honor, he was pine clan!
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Post by ▌LARKLEAF on Sept 1, 2013 19:15:06 GMT -5
Everybody’s been stared down by the enemy
Done some disappearing,
Don’t run, stop holding your tongue Larkleaf 53 moons · female · PineClan · medicine cat ∙ bi ∙ image - Pelt: A canvas of earthy tones, Larkleaf's coat holds many hues of neutral pigments, most of which are found in the forests. Her fur holds a slight resemblance of a siamese feline, but only vaguely, perhaps the palette is what reminds most of the siamese cats. The dark browns and blacks of her pelt are pieced together with a splash of white upon her chest, which is rather large, taking up most of her body. Larkleaf's head is crested in ebony hues, a triangle of ivory on her nose contrasting its opposite.
- Eyes: The color of blue seafoam resides in her irises, a slitted pupil positioned directly in the centers.
- Build: Most don't know Larkleaf as a menacing cat. In fact, she is rather scrawny, with elongated limbs that hold little brawn on them. She could be described as petite, her shortened legs and slight frame proving almost useless in battle.
- Other: Broken by a Twoleg contraption, her left foremost leg is slightly twisted, though she can still bare weight on it, it hinders her from performing to her utmost ability.
- Brief Description: A scrawny brown, black and white she-cat with one twisted leg.
appearance - General: There are some cats who have a bold and loud personality that scream at others to pay attention. Or some who are more subtle, like a cat who makes others laugh, and felines absent-mindedly are drawn towards them. Larkleaf possesses neither of these characteristics. She doesn't stand out in any way, shape or form, and if often forgotten about. She is looked over time and time again, because she isn't loud nor funny, mysterious or intriguing, she is rather quiet and observant. Larkleaf is a cat of few words, and often cuts sentences to the bare minimum to avoid having to say a whole line of speech. She isn't one to strike up a conversation with a random cat, and you could guess how awkward she feels at Gatherings. Though her socialization skills lack, Larkleaf observes with her eyes, drawing conclusions of her clanmates from afar, and judging without a word on their part. Most would call her censorious, but she just sees it as knowing a cat before she meets them.
Though she chooses to avoid all acts of interactions to the best of her ability, Larkleaf does bare a morning chat with her clanmates, after all, she has to act friendly to not be dubbed the clan grump. Even though she refuses to admit it, Larkleaf enjoys the light banter that the apprentices provide, often listening to the warriors' laugh amongst themselves. - Things Larkleaf enjoys
- Determining the meanings of StarClan's dreams.
- Waking up to the smell of herbs.
- Watching her clan's activity from afar.
- Things Larkleaf hates
- When others' confront her.
- Fighting.
- When a drought dries out her stock of herbs.
- Falling asleep before the stars appear.
- Having to be ordered around like an apprentice.
- When cats question her.
- Larkleaf's habits
- She often glares at her twisted leg when it hinders her, almost as if staring at it would fix it.
- Larkleaf's positive traits
- Observant.
- Knows her limits.
- Honest, (sometimes brutally).
- Larkleaf's negative traits
- Stubborn.
- Indecisive.
- Overthinks things.
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personality - History: Nightstorm was a newly christened warrior when he met Anipaw. At first the cheerful apprentice got on his nerves, for he took his role as a warrior very seriously. After many attempts at trying to impress the importance of training hard on the young she-cat, he finally gave up. The two had an interesting relationship for a number of moons with many ups and downs, but when Anipaw became Anifoot, Nightstorm was the one cheering her name the loudest. It was a slow process but Anifoot finally mellowed out and the pair were fighting less and less. Then one day a patrol came back looking decidedly ragged. It was Nightstorm's first border skirmish, and when he returned Anifoot was waiting to help lick his scratches clean. Seeing each other in this new light was what sparked their romance. Moons later the mates finally decided to try for kits, their joy becoming abundant when Anifoot's belly expanded more.
Several weeks into the pregnancy, Anifoot was retired to the nursery, as her large stomach was making it impossible to finish her warrior duties effectively. Lazily lounging with the other queens, a frantic apprentice burst into camp, yowling, "Nightstorm is dead!" It was with a jerk of horror that Anifoot was awake. Grief gripped her with unnatural force when she learned of the python attack that took her mate's life. The panicked she-cat quickly went into premature labor.
Overall, the medicine cat was successful with keeping most of Anifoot's kits alive, the only deceased youngling a still-born male. The queen was saddened by the death of her last-born, but quickly averted her attention to her two alive kits, Lark-kit and Privetkit. Both were females, and both were unhealthily small.
Four moons into kithood, Privetkit fell victim to kitcough, and spent most of her nights in the medicine cat den, being cared under Boaleaf's watchful eye. Lark-kit often found herself pestering the healer of PineClan, questions like, "What does that herb do?" or "Where do you find these?" Boaleaf found her wonderings quite amusing, and answered with a warm smile, only growing annoyed when the kit stood in the way. After a moon of care, Privetkit was declared okay, and was put back into the nursery with her mother.
Two months later, Privetkit and Lark-kit were old enough to be named apprentices. PineClan's leader dubbed the two Larkpaw and Privetpaw, Larkpaw walking the path of a medicine cat, and Privetpaw that of a warrior.
Determined to finish her training faster than any other, Larkpaw pushed through the knowledge of herbs and berries, the care for frantic or depressed felines, or even the deadly herbs to put a cat out of it's misery. Boaleaf was surprised at her apprentice's eagerness, but quickly took it as a good thing, and talked faster about the information, much to her trainee's gratification.
Six months into her training, Larkpaw was wandering the pine forests, searching for Butterfly weed, her steps careless are she relied on her nose. It was with an excruciating pain shooting up her left foremost leg that she yowled for help, her cires growing more agonized as she found herself unable to move her limb. The snap of bone confirmed her thoughts, she had broken her leg. A patrol eventually found her, unconscious from the unbearable amount of pain. They carried her as carefully as they could, leaving her at Boaleaf's den to be taken care of.
Larkpaw went through four moons of care, various herb concoctions and physical training filling up the gap of time. It took a long time for the bone to heal, and when the day came, she was greeted by the clans with cheers and affectionate licks. Her left leg is still twisted, from the healing becoming shifted slightly.
A moon later, Larkpaw, at the age of one year and five moons of age, was accepted as a medicine cat, boasting the new name, Larkleaf.
Many a moon past without trouble, but the day came when Boaleaf went to join the ranks of StarClan.[ooc: OMG IM SORRY MY FATHER WON'T LET ME STAY ON LATER, THIS IS AS FAR AS IM GONNA GET] - [il]Anifoot - black she-cat with white underbelly - alive
- Father: Nightstorm - a primarily black, brown and white tom - deceased
- Brother: Sunstep - a brown tom with a white triangle on nose - deceased
- Sister: Privetpelt - a black she-cat with white points - alive.
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[/div][/div] background [/div] [/td][/tr][/tbody][/table] This template was created by Mykolai of SBPlease do not remove credits.Fog rose like walls around the camp, encasing the cats inside like birds in a barred cage. Reaching inward with tendrils of grasping mist, the layers of fog slowly advanced in a uniform line, obscuring everything behind it's murky veil. Only the medicine cat's den was free of the fog, a small semi-circle of clear air that had yet to be tainted with the strange mist. The PineClan cats huddled with pelts of fur brushing against each other, jaws opened in unspoken words, watching with wide eyes as it bared down on the camp with unusually ferocity. In that moment, the hue of the fog changed from ivory to crimson, as thick and deep at the very blood that ran beneath the cat's pelts. Seeming to almost drip with the red blood, it gave one last push inwards, and then, like the morning dew, it was gone. Vanishing like the sun behind a cloud.
It was with a sickening chill that she woke, the smell of fear-scent clogging her senses. Larkleaf's breath was nothing but harsh pants, pants that she was glad were there - if not barely. Everything remained vivid within her mind, the terrified yowls banging on the fringes of her brain as the dream remained, carved into her memory for her to remember. Panic washed over her and she inhaled sharply before leaping from her messy bed of moss, small pieces of the green fungus clinging to the tendrils of her pelt. She needed to busy herself, to find anything to divert her attention would spare her a headache. Larkleaf turned to her stash, sorting through herbs and rearranging already delicately placed flowers. She would have to tell the other medicine cats about what she saw, and hopefully, they would have some answers to her horrifying dream.
It was with a jerk and pure paranoia that the she-cat would turn when she heard movement outside of her den. Pale moonlight filtered down through the bracken walls and she would clear her throat, a quiet, indirect signal to the feline outside that she was awake. The medicine cat would stare, eyes wide, and she held the urge to gasp with shock when she was greeted.
"Larkleaf, I've got a stomach ache that's keeping me from falling asleep." Vocals tainted with tiredness, the voice called from around the bracken barrier, slowly weaving around the pile of herbs she had so carefully arranged. The medicine cat answered, cutting her words down to the bare minimum, as she usually did, "Come." Her voice shook, weakened as her mind was still occupied with the dream StarClan had sent her.
The feline entered her den, cringing as his stomach sent another bolt of pain along his spine. Careful paws avoided the array of flowers, herbs, and berries that were laid on the floor, part of Larkleaf's moonly herb assessment.
"Bayberries or sweet-gum?" Larkleaf inquired, her paws shuffling through the leaves.
Everyone always chose the berries.
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Post by ♥ BEAU on Sept 6, 2013 21:55:51 GMT -5
The 24-hour notice is in effect. Judging for the positions shall be completed on Sunday, September 8th. |
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