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Post by Kat :) on Aug 2, 2010 12:30:10 GMT -5
Username: Kat
How long have you been on this site?: like, 5 minutes But I've watched Snakey rp on here.
How many high positions have you held?: Bleh, none. xD
Why you want this position?: Because it's cool. And seems more solid then deputy right now, plus none of those are open.
Anything else?: I've never rped a cat before but I've read the first series of Warriors and feel confident. I've been roleplaying since highschool... so... like 6 or 7 years? Something like that.
Name: Crescentgaze
Age: 75 moons (Six years and 3 months)
Gender: Male
Rank: Medicine Cat
Clan: Thunderclan
Appearance:
He would be described as a tall cat, a lean cat, a furry cat, a calm cat. Crescentgaze projects and air of calm, even in his appearance. He's tall and lean, with long, soft fur that lays flat against his body. He's never had any particular muscle mass and has no real refined shape to his limbs except that he's sleek and smooth.
He has small, round paws that are light and gentle, some may say delicate. The claws within those paws are deadly though, long and curved, pure white with a tinge of pink. But he's never really used them. His legs are long, strong and agile. He has thin shoulders and flanks but a thick neck for his body shape. His age has defined his hip bones a bit more then a cat in it's youth as well as made his pelt hang more limply then it once did. He has a long tail, though it has lost most of it's plumage in his age, making the fur short and fluffy with a pointed tip.
His head is triangular in shape, with a pointed muzzle and high brow. His has very prominent cheek bones, giving his face that aged look, as well as one of wisdom. The fur on his face lies flat though it is slightly ruffled around his eyebrows. He has tall, pyramid-like ears. His ear fur is long and curved outside of his ears in a wisp-like fashion.
His eyes are almond shaped, and very placid, hardly ever betraying any emotion, though the mind within is always changing and opinionating it's self. The color is a deep shade of silver with pale blue flecks. If one's eyes could age his eyes would have been robin's egg blue when he was young, but now are a pale mixture of silver, gray and blue. They are accented by white side-ways crescent shapes under each one, set on black.
Cresentgaze is a black and white tuxedo cat color wise, with a few odd markings. First are his crescent marks under his eyes, as described above. Though his brow and cheeks are black he lacks the typical blaze of white on his nose leading up to his forehead. He has a black spot on his chin, resembling a goatee of sorts. His forepaws are white up until where his elbows would be and then the front in white leading up to the white 'collar' marking on his neck. The back is black and stays black all the way down his back, curving upward to his tail. His hind legs are entirely white except for his toes which are black and his tail is black until the tip, which is white.
Personality:
Crescentgaze is calm, wise and slightly cynical and eccentric. He can be wise but opinionated. He is prejudice in many ways, but also very loyal to the warrior code and if that means teaming up with other clans he'll do it but not without complaint. He is very accepting within his own clan but looks down on members of other clans, though he's very respectful he makes a point of being mean in a polite fashion. It's hard to make him angry and if he is he won't show it. He tries to maintain a calm, cool, collected visage. He doesn't panic easily and tries to think things through before he acts. He likes to analyze the situation thoroughly which a lot of times delays his decisions too much until he has to make a quick decision that he feels would be the wrong one.
With patients, especially kits and she-cats, he is very gentle, but stern in telling them what herbs they need to take and how to prevent getting sick or injured again. He is greatly apposed to combat but knows it is a must in a warriors life. He is very ad verdant to combat as well, but will fight off a badger or fox with as much ferocity as any cat. He will fight to defend his clan, even to the death, but is quick to voice his opinion against his leader if some cat is to get hurt. And he will argue long and hard with those that voice themselves against him, but only to a logical end. If a fight is not logical, then he won't pursue it.
He tends to stay close to camp, feeling that if he was to leave for anything other then herbs and the occasional hunt he might put his clan mates in danger. He tends to ask for help with herb gathering as well, not because he's old but because he wants to work quickly and efficiently. You won't find him day dreaming or just sitting around. Crescentgaze is always moving. He's not good at talking to apprentices and sometimes comes off as harsh but he's not a nice cat in the first place. But he isn't one to hold back and apology when it's needed. He doesn't hold grudges, and doesn't like to think ill of other cats for deeds that they've done if they regret it. He likes to give everyone a clean slate, but his cynical nature and strong opinions sometimes prevent that. He hopes that others will see him as a level headed and well rounded cat.
History:
Crescentgaze was born to Wolfblaze and Splashpelt, along with his two siblings, his brother Turtlekit and his sister Mink-kit. His name was chosen because of the odd markings under his eyes. Crescentkit's birth was not an easy one. Born in the dreaded leaf-bare, his mother was weak from hunger and went into unconsciousness after giving birth to his sister, Mink-kit. She was unable to birth her last kit in time, causing it's death, a death Wolfblaze secretly blamed her for.
Because of her unconscious state, another she-cat by the name of Tansypetal nursed the three remaining kits, seeing as she had recently lost the last of her litter. The kits stayed with her for three days until Splashpelt woke up, but even after that it was hard for her to take care of them. They didn't seem like her kits, and she hated that they had caused her so much pain and suffering. But Wolfblaze loved them. He spent every spare minute he could with them. Thus the three forged a strong bond with their father.
A few days before the kits became apprentices Splashpelt disappeared. The kits, after Wolfblaze's careful reassurance, were not worried, and continued their care free lifestyle until the day came that they became apprentices. Crescentpaw, newly named and apprentices to a tom named Sharpthorn, was eager to begin his warrior training. However, only a few minutes after his naming, Splashpelt returned, and annouced that she was leaving Thunderclan to become a kittypet. Devistated, the three kits fell into a long period of greiving, going about their lives in a less lively manner.
Sharpthorn was a harsh, but sympathetic mentor, allowing Crescentpaw a week of mourning before starting him in on a harsh training regiment. Day in and day out he was drilled on different fighting and hunting techniques, urged to run farther, climb higher, hunt faster. There came a day when he so passionately wanted to be the clan leader that he felt as if nothing could stop him.
But something did. A little she-cat by the name of Softpaw. She was the deputy's daughter and consiquently wanted nothing more then to be clan leader. An intense rivalry was born between the two apprentices. Each day they pushed themselves harder to surpass one another, and no matter what it was that Crescentpaw did it seemed like Softpaw was always one step ahead of him. They were inseperable, always challenging one another, watching one another's pawsteps for the slightist misstep that could be used to their advantage. From rivalry a friend ship was born.
There came a day during their twelth moon that the medicine cat of their clan was to choose a new appretice. He had been given a sign. Crescentpaw knew that his sister Minkpaw wanted nothing more then to be chosen, and the entire clan was surprised when he chose Softpaw to be his new apprentice. The she-cat accepted her duty with great remorse, and the young cats rivalry died.
When Crescentgaze was fourteen moons old he, Turtlepaw and Minkpaw were named warriors. He became Crescentclaw, Turtlepaw became Turtlespots and Minkpaw became Minkfur. The three, so close once, became sudden and almost bitter rivals over the name of deputy. If Minkfur could not heal her clan, she would lead it, and if Turtlespots let Crescentclaw beat him to teh title, he swore he would run to Carrion Place and back to show his defeat. And Crescentclaw, his friendship and rivalry with Softpaw once so strong, drove him even harder to become deputy.
The three lived in constant tension. Like storm fronts converging on one another, their silent battles caused mansoons of anger and tornados of hate. One the days he wasn't racing Turtlespots to the Owl Tree or participating in a hunting contest with Minkfur he was taking long, leasiurely strolls through the forest with Softpaw, helping her gather herbs and noticing the orange tinge that had taken to her cream colored tabby fur. They would walk, and Crescentclaw would confide in her all of his fears and frustrations. In turn, Softpaw would tell him all of the things she was learning and how she had come to love healing others.
The day came in his 24th moon that Softpaw got her medicine cat's name. Softmeadow. He was so proud of her in that day that he could do nothing more then purr with her. The two spent the night at sunning rocks, talking in hushed voices about their lives. Something stirred inside Crescentclaw that he knew should not, and he forced it away the next morning, hoping that it would die. But that little inkling in his heart did not die, and he forced himself to see more and more of Softmeadow.
The next moon, Patchkit was born. Patchkit was a tiny, bob-tailed calico kit that belonged to his father and Tansypetal. Crescentclaw's half brother. And he loved the tiny scrap. But because of his short tail, no one thought he would ever become a good warrior, unable to climb trees. But Crescentclaw didn't feel that way, and told Softmeadow that. She believed him.
Within the next six moons, Crescentclaw made time to see both Softmeadow and Patchkit, watching the small kit grow into one of the highest jumpers of all the kits at that time, even with his stumpy tail. And on his sixth moon, he was surprised when Crescentclaw became his mentor, as was Crescentclaw. But he accepted and was thrilled about the duty he'd been given.
Having an apprentice, Crescentclaw found himself with little time to spend with Softmeadow anymore, though in the most part her training was soon to be over, and also had little time to spend with him. But they did not grow apart. Crescentclaw would find time in his day to see her, to tell her of the squirrels Patchpaw was so good at catching or of the Shadowclan patrol they had run into. Softmeadow told him of the herbs she had found by the river or of the odd way the moor land grass had felt under her paws when traveling to the last medicine cat meeting.
The day came that Softmeadow became a full medicine cat and Crescentclaw was pleased. But he'd also begun to notice that she was getting rounder, fuller in the belly. This worried him. But he pushed it aside, forcing himself not to worry. The clan grew older and as if did, the old leader retired on his last life, giving the clan to his deputy, Softmeadow's father. And the day came that Turtlespots was chosen as the new deputy. Crescentclaw, his old passions for leading the clan seeming trival now with his apprentice and with Softmeadow, congradulated him, but Minkfur was sore about the whole thing.
Days went by and Crescentclaw grew older, Softmeadow fatter, and his close relationship with Turtlespots was rekindled. Three moons into his deputy ship, though, Turtlespots was taken by a quick, and horrible case of black cough. There was nothing Softmeadow could have done to save him, and bother she and Crescentgaze mourned the loss. Life went on and Crescentclaw was named the new deputy of Thunderclan. He wasn't happy with this appointedment, wanting no more then to be a normal warrior, and wished to resign, but did not, out of pride toward his brother.
Softmeadow gave birth in secret in late new leaf of Crescentclaw's fourth year of life. She gave birther to four kits, though one was born dead, and the effort that it took her to do so, with no help from other she-cats of a medicine cat, killed her, leaving her three newborn kits motherless and alone in the forest. Luckily they were found by a passing patrol, Minkfur among that patrol, and quickly brought back to be cared for by the nursery queens. They were named Snowkit, Mallowkit and Turtlekit by Tansypetal, who when naming them looked at Crescentclaw knowingly, and the tom was aware of what he had to do. Being deputy of his clan, the decsion was hard, but he did it without regret. Patchpaw had already become a warrior, and there was nothing left to tie him to his role. He hoped his brother would understand.
The day after Softmeadow's burial Crescentclaw went to his leader and told him that he would take Softmeadow's place as medicine cat. He confided in his leader that her kits were his own and of all the things she had taught him. He requested that he would be allowed to go to the Moon Stone and gain permission from Starclan. His leader, torn with greif, told him that if Starclan did not make his a medicine cat that he would be exiled and never allowed to return. With a heavy heart Crescentclaw left the clan to travel to the Moon Stone.
It took him a full day to reach the sacred stone, and even then, standing before it in it's full glory he was afraid. If he was not accepted as a medicine cat, he would never see his clanmates or kits again. But that night, as he slept beside the Moon Stone, Softmeadow came to him, and told him not to fear, for his eyes would show him the way. She told him that Starclan did approve of what he was doing for his clan, and granted him a place among them as a medicine cat, giving him a new name. Crescentgaze.
Crescentgaze returned to his clan re-energized and willing to face all of Tigerclan for them. He told them of his friendship with Softmeadow and of how she had taught him all about healing. He told them how he had traveled to the Moon Stone and been granted the right to become a medicine cat. And lastly, he told them his new name. Crescentgaze.
Adjusting to his new life, a life where he went hunting for herbs and not mice and went to half moon gatherings as well as full, was hard for him. But he adjusted. Watching his kits grow up from afar he wished he could guide them. He hated how helpless he felt the night Snowkit died of greencough, because he was too weak and too new a medicine cat to save her. How he watched his daughter Mallowpaw leave his clan to become a kitty pet, like his mother. But he also felt pride. Pride when Turtlepaw became Turtlefang, pride when Patchfur's son Tanglekit was born. When Turtlefang became his mentor. He felt pride most of all for his sister, Minkfur, he despised him so, and loathed her life as a warrior, became an elder, a respected and cared for memeber of the clan. Old now, Crescentgaze wishes he could have become one with her, but knows his duty is to his clan. And to his mate, Softmeadow.
Role-Play Sample:
Crescentclaw padded up the rocky hillside, his paws scraping against the rough stone. His trek had been long, and he hoped it would not be friverlous, because before him opened the great maw of Mothermouth. His fur bristled, onyx and ivory against the sandy back ground of the rocks, the sun staining Highstones red. His whiskers quivered, the odd, cool, damp scent of the tunnel before him tickling his sensitive nose. This place, the place he had traveled to once as an apprentice, had seemed so exciting and new, was almost foreboding now. It warned him away from it's depths, told him he didn't belong there, and never would. But he ignored him, snarled in it's face and found his paws traveling down paths that had been traveled by generations of cats before him.
His paws found the smooth stone almost comforting, leading him along a trail marked by countless numbers of cats, all of their scents mingled together and dotted by the sharp tang of herbs. He could almost feel the places they had set their paws, taste the slight panic they felt in the inky blackness, feel their pelts brush against his. Some where far off he could hear the melodic drip of water onto the dark stones, and swore he heard the breathing of another animal, deep in sleep. His ears swiveled towards the sounds, straining, but the blackness choked him, made it impossible to see or hear or smell. He prayed to Starclan that he was going the right way, that he had not made a wrong turn and had somehow been lost in the depths of the rock to wander endlessly until his perpetual death.
But now he could feel it. The breeze rustling his whiskers and fluttering against his ear fur. He could smell the outside and feel the stone moving under his paws, opening wides until he wa no longer trapped inside a tunnel, but sitting in the chamber of the Moon Stone. He felt his haunches hit the cool stone floor as he waited for the moon to rise above him. It was not long before his silver eyes had to squin against the glare, the sparkling, glittering light of the stone. He pushed his paws forward, sliding his front legs awkwardly along the smooth floor. He came to lay infront of the stone, doing as he had seen his leader do many moons before. He strentched his long, pointed nose toward the stone, and felt it's icy coolness against the pink nub. His eyes drifted closed and he began to dream.
"Welcome, Crescentclaw." The first words he heard were that of his mate's, his beloved Softmeadow's voice caressing his ears. "You're here!" He cried out in surprise, then realized how mouse-brained that must have sounded. He sat down in the starry glade, the sherbert colored she-cat standing before him. She smiled, her green eyes crinkling around the edges. "Of coarse I'm here. Why would I not be?" He shook his head, his pelt prickling. "I don't know." He mumbled indignantly. Softmeadow shook her head, stepping forward to touch her nose to his. "Do you wish to take my place, Crescentclaw?" She murmured, her sweet breath touching his ears, tickling his senses. "If that is what is best for the clan." He replied, almost reluctantly. Softmeadow nodded, sitting before him. "It is, my love. But is it what you wish? Do you want to become a medicine cat in my place?" Crescentclaw paused, thinking for only a moment. The faces of his three kits flashed in his mind. "Yes. I do want to. For my kits, I want to be a medicine cat." Softmeadow smiled, then stood and placed her muzzle on his forehead. "Then from this moment forward, in the eyes of all cats, you shall be know as Crescentgaze, medicine cat of Thunderclan." He licked her shoulder as she stepped away. Her starry pelt began to fade as the glade fell apart around him.
"Let your eyes guide you, my love." Her voice whispered to him as he returned to the cave, blinking his eyes open. Newly renamed Crescentgaze stood, and shook himself, trying to pull himself from his dream. It was time to go home, he told himself, to protect him clan.
Family:
Wolfblaze - Father - Deceased
Splashpelt - Mother - Presumed Deceased
Turtlespots - Brother - Deceased
Unnamed Kit - Unknown - Died in the womb
Minkfur - Sister - Living
Patchfur - Half-Brother - Living
Softmeadow - Mate - Deceased
Unnamed Kit - Son - Deceased
Snowkit - Daughter - Deceased
Mallowpaw - Daughter - Living as a kitty pet
Turtlefang - Son - Living
Tanglepaw - Nephew - Living
Password: Aurora
I'm done, finally.
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Dream
Apprentice
Posts: 178
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Post by Dream on Oct 24, 2010 19:28:53 GMT -5
Form:
Username:ilurvswarirors
How long have you been on this site?: About a week, but I have been rping for about a month.
How many high positions have you held?: I hold one medicine cat apprentice position on other rp sites and one regular apprentice position
Why you want this position?: Really, I just love medicine cats
Anything else?: I know most of the herbs and their uses and i have read Warriors (all books but newest one) at least five times each
Name: Brookpaw
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: ThunderClan
Age: 6 moons
Rank: Apprentice *wants to be Medicine Cat Apprentice*
Description: very pretty silvery gray she cat with white spots, and blue eyes she has small paws, could for getting into mouths when someone is chocking, and a long tail with a black tip.
Personality: Brookpaw loves healing, she is a hard worker, but she has a very playful side. She is a fast runner and is friendly, loyal, humble, and truthful. She is strong and sweet, but sad sometimes, grieving for her parents. She loves her Clanmates, and she believes when she becomes Medicine Cat, she will think them as her children, like she feels like they're her littermates now.
History: Brookpaw was born in RiverClan, even though her father was a ThunderClan cat. But when she was 2 moons old, the Clan discovered her mother's secret, and they exiled her and her only kit. ThunderClan accepted her, but she was killed in a ShadowClan battle. Her father died also, holding her mother in his arms while the battle raged around them. So Brookpaw grew up without her parents, and that has made her strong but sorrowful.
Roleplay Sample: This is Brookpaw's parent's death:
Blacktail held Silverheart in his arms. "My sweet, do not leave me, we have a child to raise." he said softly, deaf to the battle around them. "No." Silverheart said smiling, "You have a child to raise." She gasped suddenly. "My time is coming. Hold me until I die." Silverheart eyes filled with memory of the child she would never raise. "I will." Blacktail lowered his head, unaware of the ShadowClan warrior sneaking behind him. Suddenly his ears pricked as Silverheart's body went limp. Blacktail turned and faced the warrior. He purposely exposed his soft belly. "Kill me." he growled. "So that I may join my mate in StarClan." The surprised warrior did as Blacktail asked, and slunk away as the warrior went still.
Family:
Blacktail- Father
Silverheart- Mother
No littermates
Password: Aurora
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Post by Crane on Apr 21, 2011 1:42:43 GMT -5
Auditions have been reopened for Medicine Cat. Please read the information in the first post, then audition!
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Post by dawnfire07 on Apr 23, 2011 17:45:55 GMT -5
Username: Dawnfire07
How long have you been on this site?: I've only been here for about 4-5 days, but I've been roleplaying for years now and am an experienced roleplayer. I've also been in a few warrior cats rpg, but most of them have gone into coma.
How many high positions have you held?: None. I applied for a medicine cat apprentice once, but came back and found like 50 people auditioning for the same role.
Why do you want this position?: I'd like to have this position because medicine cats have always been one favorites and they have amazing spots in roleplaying.I'd been wanting to be a medicine cat on an rpg for years, but never go the chance. I also feel I could roleplay one really well, since I can relate to most medicine cats in a way.
Anything else?: I am VERY active. I come on to this site at least twice a day!
Auditioning Bio:
Name: Starsong
Definition:" Star because she looks like she has stars in her fur when she under the moon and in honor of Starclan, song because of her beautiful voice.
Gender: Female
Clan: Thunderclan
Age: 21 moons
Rank: Medicine cat
Looks: Starsong has fluffy, frosty long white fur with a silver tipped tail. She has a little puff of fur on her forehead that falls over her eyes. Her eyes are a golden-hazel color, and always have a sparkle of warmth and love somewhere in there, but also hold an intimidating look of fierceness that seems to say "Don't even try to mess with me just because I'm a medicine cat." She is lean and slim, making her look like a delicate little figure when she's not.
Personality: Starsong is is kind and caring, but fierce too. She usually stays out of fighting but can't resist the chance of proving a cat wrong by showing how strong a medicine cat can be. She originally wanted to be a warrior, but grew to love being a medicine cat by learning that it's not just about mixing herbs all day. She cares deeply for her clanmates and is heart-broken every time she fails to save one. Starsong is passionate about her work and won't stop when there is work to be done, even if she is drop-dead-tired. She has a soft spot for kits and their mothers, willing to defend them no matter the crime. Often she wishes she could have kits of her own.
History: Starsong wished to become a warrior when she was a kit, wanting the glory and responsibility of being the leader. She was proud of her littermates as they became apprentices, but was infuriated with the leader after she was made a medicine cat apprentice. She often defyed her mentor and sulked, even going as far as to run away once and teach herself to fight and hunt as a loner. Soon she just gave up and did nothing, just stare out into the sky. Eventually her mentor forced her to work, and she learned that being a medicine cat was not just about making herbs in the den all day. She slowly learned the beauty of being a medicine cat and and vowed to fulfill her wish as a kit, but in a different way. Instead of becoming a powerful and forever honored leader, she would be looked upon as one of the greatest medicine cats to live.
IC: Not my first bio.
Family:
Mother: Dreamheart(thunderclan)-alive
Father: Duskclaw(Thunderclan)-decheased
Sibling(s): Cometwing(Former Thunderclan, loner)-Unknown
Swiftwind(Thunderclan)-alive
Password: Aurora
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Post by Crane on Apr 23, 2011 19:22:46 GMT -5
Perfect audition! I know other people may want this role, but we need a Medicine Cat so badly that I'm going to go ahead and award you the position. I love Starsong so much!
Thankyou very much for applying! Have fun roleplaying your new medicine cat~
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