medicine cat apprentice [ECLIPSE]

[&&R.A.V.E.N :3]

[(aurora) of the problematique]

He bends and he breaks
If you give they will take away
His passion, his pain, his grace.

Pandakit
Also called giant panda. a white-and-black, bearlike mammal, Ailuropoda melanoleuca, now rare and restricted to forest areas of central China containing stands of bamboo, on which it mainly subsists.

x m.c.apprentice-to-be
x male
x 5 moons
x eclipse

He exhales,
A thousand black flowers explode
into butterflies as they're away

x description
x picture
x picture ii

[A dark-brown and white Maine Coon tom with hazel-brown eyes.]

First of all, Pandakit is a Maine Coon so...yup. He's one big growing boy. From the tips of his ears to the end of his tail, this guy is bound to be the biggest of the group. Let's start from the top, shall we?

Ears. You can basically compare them to a lynx. They're tufted at the top and kinda hairy on the insides. Gotta catch all the sounds, right? Agreed. So, he's got those ears. Now, they're a little beaten up from getting bullied by his sisters and parents but they still work so he doesn't complain. They extend to his head, of course, for how else could they be of use? His head is sort of small , ending in a white muzzle and a black nose. White whiskers sprout out from his tiny snout. He doesn't have the hairy jowls yet, but they'll get there in time. From there on begins Pandakit's frame. He has rolling shoulders and little legs that help him scurry around as fast as he can. His bushy tail is almost as long as he is.

He's obviously not full-grown yet but this guy is definitely bigger than most kits his age, at least from what he can tell with his foster brothers, who aren't Maine Coons but are little yellow-orange tabbies. His paws are quite large. Hidden inside these are tiny needle-sharp claws that Pandakit is afraid to use.

Pandakit is toffee-colored, meaning that he is mostly dark-brown but has these caramel layers, as well as white on his chest, muzzle, and paws. He also has a ring of white around his eyes, which are a sort of combination of hazel and brown. Since his face is the most complex, we'll describe that first. Once you get beyond the rings comes a blaze of light-brown down his face. Blotches of dark brown mark his cheeks and his brow, but circling them is another layer of caramel. This alternation of dark and light goes through his entire body.

Rip them out, take them,
Burn coals as they crush him
Leave nothing
that resembles the soul of a man
See him numb, see him crushed
See him numb, See him crushed
Rip them out, take them
Burn coals as they crush him
Leave nothing
that resembles the soul of a man
Leave him numb. leave him crushed
Leave him numb, leave him crushed

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Pandakit does his best to try and work things out, but they end up shutting down in his face. He tries his best not to cry but more often than not, he's the one you hear sniffling, curled up in a little ball of fur in the corner. He wants to be as fair, balanced, and impartial as possible but he doesn't like it when cats get mad or disappointed at him. He wants to please everyone, which is not the best thing to do.

Pandakit hates fighting and hurting/killing things so he doesn't defend himself when other cats hurt him or walk all over him. He's a peace-loving character and would rather talk his way out of a situation more so than fight his way out. He's extremely gentle, apologizing to plants if he's stepped on them and murmuring soft "thank you's" to Dragonrush when he goes to sleep. He's extremely sensitive to other things, both inanimate and alive. He tries to make sure everything is A-OK.

He's analytical about things, using logic and trying to stay clear-minded and impartial about a situation. However, he still manages to be gullible and influenceable. He doesn't get jokes as easily or quickly as most others do, and many call him stupid because of his ways and outlook on life.

However, he's cheerful and loves to help out despite his shortcomings and pitfalls, trying his best to be cooperative with others even when they want nothing to do with him. He acts sort of slow when it comes to understanding that people don't like him, but make no mistake, he really knows. He's just having that dopey smile on his face so that he can cry later.

Took the fire inside
One too many times
He's burning over and out now,
He fails
Up against the raging tides,
No more fights
Everything you ever wanted to see,
See it in his eyes
One more time, one more time

x[/color] history
Now when you think of happy loving families, I'm sure you won't think of Pandakit's family. It's not like you think about him a lot anyway. However, I'm disgressing! Let's talk about Lichenpelt and Pinespirit, who saw it fit to have children during a time when they were currently arguing, as they usually did. Lichenpelt birthed three kits, Pandakit (our main man), Paradisekit, and Royalkit. Now, Royalkit and Paradisekit were stuck-up snobs and pushed Pandakit constantly out of the nest, as well as finding amusement in picking on the poor guy to the point where his ears bled and his paws were sore from trying to run away. He had to sneak getting milk when his sisters were out playing somewhere. Y'know what? Lichenpelt didn't even stop her daughters from hurting her only son, thinking that it would make the boy stronger. Pinespirit agreed and chipped in his two sense a few times, swatting at Pandakit whenever the boy crossed his path.

Pandakit hated this but he was too nice to say anything. Instead, he found himself hanging out more and more with a queen named Daffodiltail. She was sympathetic to the misfit tom and allowed him to suckle whenever he wanted, as well as play with her three boys. He began to think of Daffodiltail as his mother instead of Lichenpelt. Well, his parents weren't too happy with that so they slit Daffodiltail's throat in her sleep. When Fernstar found out about, she was furious and exiled Lichenpelt and Pinespirit. The Clan refused to ever speak about them again. Royalkit and Paradisekit were furious that their brother got their parents in trouble so they mugged him and nearly left him for dead before Daffodiltail's sister, Dragonrush, came to the rescue. Dragonrush wasn't as kind and forgiving as her sister, beating Royalkit and Paradisekit within an inch of their lives before the two girls finally apologized and never again touched their brother. Dragonrush took care of Pandakit while another queen took in Royalkit and Paradisekit, as they wanted nothing to do with their brother. Pandakit didn't mind. He was used to being alone. He was raised with Daffodiltail's tomkits, who were being taken care of by Dragonrush too: Paintedkit, Fallenkit, and Yellowkit.

Climb down to test the waters,
My hands feel like they're rusting away yea, yea.
So I'll pace around like a lamb before the slaughter
I'll stay here as long as you let me,
Decisions been made obvious so I will return
Where I started I'll stay there
Unfinished
I'll wither away

x[/color] family
Lichenpelt - mother
Pinespirit - father
Daffodiltail & Dragonrush - foster mothers
Royalkit & Paradisekit - sisters
Yellowkit, Fallenkit & Paintedkit - foster brothers

Rip them out, take them,
Burn coals as they crush him
Leave nothing
that resembles the soul of a man
See him numb, See him crushed
See him numb, See him crushed
Rip them out, take them
Burn coals as they crush him
Leave nothing
That resembles a soul of a man
Leave him numb, Leave him crushed
Leave him numb, Leave him crushed

x [/color]words
painting portraits of ghosts

x roleplays
click
click two

x ooc;//
Guys, don't be intimidated by who auditions. I'm going to be really pissed off if I found out someone chickened out just because "Oh Aurora auditioned. I definitely won't win" or Shade or one of the other staff auditioned. We all have an equal chance here.[/size][/blockquote]

[[xoxo] shard. :)]

I took my love and I took it down
I climbed a mountain and I turned around
And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
'Till the landslide brought me down

solemnpaw.[/font]

Oh, mirror in the sky...
What is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail through the changing ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?

NAME !!
solemnpaw [calling]

GENDER !!
she-cat

AGE !!
twelve moons

CLAN !!
eclipseclan

RANK !!
medicine cat apprentice

Well, I've been afraid of changing
'Cause I've built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
I'm getting older too

APPEARANCE !!
She's darling really. Some might find it a shame that she's restricted from mating. Let's start with her build.

Solemnpaw is only a bit smaller than the average. She'll grow up to be maybe the size of a large newly named warrior. She does indeed have to crane her neck to most, but she's still young. This she-cat could eat like a pig and stay thin, too. Her limbs are long, yet she's still a bit short. They're long compared to the rest of her, though. Her paws are tiny and delicate, attached to thin yet muscular legs. The muscles don't show, but they're there alright. The EclipseClanner's face is the usual pentagon, seemingly large in proportion to the rest of her. It causes her to look younger than she already does, like an overgrown kit, but don't assume such a thing. She'll flare.

Now, let's splash some paint on the outline.

She's silver, for a start. Silver all over, but with many exceptions. First off, there's the tabby stripes. Black tabby stripes, absolutely contrasted, everywhere. They don't even slightly fade out. They're pitch black, clear and strong. Just like any other tabby; you'll find the pattern on her forehead, her back, her tail, her legs, and the sides of her face. Besides the stripes, black can also be found on her underbelly. It reaches from there up to her fluffy chest, then expanding at the crease of her neck and spilling over her muzzle. And then her paws. Her delicate little paws are also ebony, and so are the backs of her ears. Last on the subject of color are her eyes. They are mint green pools of envy for those more fortunate.

Just sketching in those little details and we'll be all done...

Solemnpaw has some nails on those paws. Her claws and long and sharp, and if she were a cold-blooded killer, she could slaughter a cat with one swipe. The ones on her back paws are slightly larger, as are the holders. Her tail is average-length, and so is her fur. Her ears are rounded at the tips, and her almond-shaped eyes are slightly slanted. Oh, and that left hindleg is a bit funny-looking. She limps on it a lot. It was broken in a badger attack.

Well I've been afraid of changing
'Cause I've built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
I'm getting older too
Oh, I'm getting older too

PERSONALITY !!
Stubborn, headstrong, unwilling. Traits of Solemnpaw's personality to name a few.

She never wanted to be a medicine cat, but the business is soon to grow on her. This apprentice doesn't like to be bossed around by others, and is often protestant. She likes to do things her own way, whatever that may be. It's hard to motivate her, but in times of need, she's there, determined no matter how much she dislikes her work. Behind her stubborn exterior is a cry for help, as she wishes to not be forced to spend her life in the stuffy, strange-smelling den and run free in the wild and unpredictable forest. Alas, she is given such oppurtunities very rarely.

Solemnpaw can be sweet if she feels like it. Peer opinions has forced her into her rebellious state. She's scared of being thought of as soft and weak in the medicine cat's den. The she-cat doesn't enjoy be protected and is defiant of her condition, claiming that it has no effect on her. She can be quite tomboyish, and every time she manages to get out of the den, she can be found talking it up with the guys. Prophecyteller is a bit too serene for her to be content with.

Ahh, take this love, take it down
Ahh, climb a mountain and turn around
If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well the landslide will bring you down, down

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HISTORY !!
She was born to a EclipseClanner and a rogue. Her father was a silver tabby named Fang. Her mother, the Clancat, was a black she-cat named Junipervenom. They were teenage lovers, together since she was in mid-apprenticeship. She had noticed that a tom named Swordfang was interested in her at camp, so she used him as a cover-up when she became pregnant with kits. He thought that they were his, but they were Fang's.

She gave birth to them in mid-leaf-fall. One, Kestralkit, died from the harsh winter that followed. The other three, Solemnkit, Parrotkit, and Serenitykit, were able to manage.

The trio went through apprenticeshop together, and then they were split. One day while on a patrol with her mentor and two other warriors, Solemnpaw encountered a badger. The beast threw her to the ground, then stepped on her leg as it went to crush the others. She screeched in pain as it snapped in two. Her mentor, Fallenjustice, rushed her back to camp, but died of blood-loss not long after they arrived. The other two were also killed. Solemnpaw made it out alive, but with a broken leg.

While she was still in the den being healed, Swordfang caught her mother with the rogue and killed her in a fit of fury, then killed himself in shame. Their daughter received the grave news later that day.

She was forced into the life of a medicine cat for her leg did not mend properly, and dislikes it quite much. She'll grow into it though.

FAMILY !!
junipervenom deceased mother
fang father
swordfang deceased foster father
kestralkit deceased sister
parrotpaw brother
serenitypaw sister
fallenjustice deceased mentor

And If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well the landslide will bring you down
Oh oh, the landslide will bring you down

painting portraits of ghosts...

[/size]the landslide will bring you DOWN![/center][/blockquote]

[SHADE. :D]

I will be auditioning Vanillakit. <3

[SHADE. :D]

you say the sweetest things

vanillakit

any tropical, climbing orchid of the genus Vanilla, esp. V. planifolia, bearing podlike fruit yielding an extract used in flavoring food, in perfumery, etc.

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and i can't keep my heart from singing

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ALONG to the sound of your song female

MY STUPID feet keep moving unborn

TO THIS 4-4 beat i'm in time with you eclipseclan

TO THIS 4-4 beat i would die for you TO BE mc apprentice

i've gone too FAR
to come back from HERE
but you don't have a CLUE

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you don't know what you do to ME[/right][/blockquote]

Vanillakit is a very small, very delicate little soul. It looks like the slightest touch could break her porcelain body into tiny fragments. She is like a little glass figurine, pretty to look at, but be careful if you touch her. She is quite sensitive, and her mother quite protective. Vanillakit walks on tiny paws that seem inhumanly small. They leave neat little prints behind in the dust - in fact, everything about Vanillakit is neat. Her paws hold claws so short that they probably could give you a nick but nothing much more. She hates violence anyway, so perhaps this is not such a bad thing. Vanillakit has very spindly legs, that seem like they will fold in and collapse at any moment. They look oddly long for the rest of her body. Vanillakit has a sloping, completely kitlike back and a roundish body that suits her youth. Her tail is short and stubby, like a furry catkin. Vanillakit has a very cute face. It is round, like her body, with small, short ears and a square muzzle. Her nose is heart shaped and ash grey, her eyes a beautiful and clear sky blue.

Vanillakit has a coat flecked and marked as though by an artist, but the colours are unusual together. This is because her whole appearance seems to have dipped into anybody related to her and stolen some of their traits. For example, the sky blue eyes like her aunt Wovenknot's. Vanillakit's fur is thick, short, fluffy and soft. In colour it is snow white, a hue she inherited from her grandmother Limestone, whose coat is patched with snow and ebony. Silvery markings which come from her father and grandfather ghost over her back and limbs, and mark her face a little darker. They ring her tail right down to wear it turns black at the tip - a slight show of gene's from her aunt Claryfeather.

won't someone stop this SONG
so i won't sing ALONG
someone stop this SONG

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so i won't SING[/blockquote]

Vanillakit is an utter angel. Completely. Her entire soul, her entire inside seems incapable of harbouring one dark or negitive thought. Whateber the situation, Vanillakit will look on the bright side and point out the advantages, though of course she is able to weep and grieve when the right emotions arise. Vanillakit is extrwmely polite - she barely speaks to any cat older than her, kits being her only exception. Even then she is painstakingly polite to them, not wanting to offend anybody. She is often teased for her nit-picking attitude, but she just politely excuses herself when something like this happens. Vanillakit os no wild child. She hates getting into trouble or any type of danger. She loves feeling safe inside the camp walls, and dreads the day she has to leave it. Whenever she hears of another cat planning an escapade, or anything at all she thinks is unsuitable, she will hasten to report it. Thus she is dialiked by the more daring kits in the EclipseClan nursery, namely her sister Troutkit.

Vanillakit is also very sweet. She seems to never put a paw wrong, another thing about her that rubs cats up the wrong way. If she is found near the scene of a fight or argument, words like, "Look, you've frightened poor Vanillakit!" will fly. She is always assumed to be the good girl - because she always is the good girl. Finally, Vanillakit is very helpful. If she sees any cat doing something, a queen washing her younger kits, an apprentice cleaning out a den, a kit with a thorn in his paw, she will rush over to give aid in whatever way she possibly can.

Though she does not seem capable of holding any temper whatsoever, Vanillakit does get angry from time to time. But this is over big, serious matters, not trivial things. She is not easy to frustrate or irritate, though she is quite easy to upset. She hates being teased for her anti-violence attitude and her status as helper of the nursery, though of course she does not show this. As mentioned above, any signs of taunting will result in a hasty, but civil exit from Vanillakit.

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well i never let love IN
so i could keep my heart from HURTING
the longer that i live with this IDEA

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the more i sink IN[/blockquote][/right]

Avenspaw had never really enjoyed living in MoonClan, probably due to the fact that most of the clan hated his parents' guts. Due to this, he and his sister Clarypaw were treated with suspicion and wariness, making it hard to socialize and form bonds. So the brother and sister duo stuck close together. But one day, whilst on scouting duty alone when he was nine moons old, he was met by an EclipseClan she-cat. A bold EclipseClan she-cat who critisized his scoutinf technique's and expected to get away with it. But for some reason he couldn't understand, Avenspaw did not attack her. He talked to her instead, finding out her name was Maplepool. The two parted on good terms, with no ripped fur.

Avenpaw's life went on, but he found himself continually thinking of Maplepool. By chance, they met again on EclipseClan territory. Avenspaw was upset after they were discovered by an EclipseClan warrior. He had told Maplepool a secret of MoonClan, and the tom had overheard. Therefore he had endangered his clan. He vowed never to see Maplepool again, despite the growing feelings in his heart.

Whilst out alone again, after recieving his warrior name, Avenstail was found by a rogue, Poisongas, a longtime enemy of MoonClan. He wished to enter the camp. Wanting to uphold his honour and erase any past mistakes, Avenstail fought him. He drove away the rogue but ended up greviously injured. This was how Maplepool found him. She had been on her way to visit him, desperate to tell him about her own emotions. She carried him into his camp, where, semi-conscious, Avenstail very publicly declared his love for the EclipseClan she-cat. The clan were shocked and apalled.

Avenstail gradually recovered in the medicine den. Maplepool never left his side, though of course many of the cats of MoonClan objected to this. Avenstail made a decision when he had recovered almost fully. He was going to leave his family and his clan behind to join EclipseClan and be with Maplepool. He told Firestar, who was sad to see him go but found she could not stop him. His family were less accepting. Secretcalling practically disowned his son, whilst Claryfeather turned her back on him, hurt that he had seemingly replaced her.

And so, it was with a heavy heart that Avenstail left MoonClan with his mate. He stayed in EclipseClan with her whilst Fernstar was away at the Moonshard recieving her nine lives. When she returned, she cast her judgement on Avenstail. But Maplepool was hiding something. She was carrying kits, Avenstail's kits. fter joyously telling him, the two celebrated. And a few moons later, along came four little she-cat's; Vanillakit, Troutkit, Yuccakit and Lupinkit.

to this 4-4 BEAT
i'm in time with YOU
to this 4-4 BEAT

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i would die for YOU[/blockquote]

AVENSTAIL father
MAPLEPOOL mother
LUPINKIT, YUCCAKIT & TROUTKIT sisters
WOVENKNOT & CLARYFEATHER aunts
SECRETCALLING & LIMESTONE grandparents

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PAINTING PORTRAITS OF GHOSTS !!

it creeps IN
like a SPIDER
can't be KILLED

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though i try and try TO[/blockquote][/right]

now don't you SEE i'm FALLING

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don't wanna love YOU but i DO.[/color][/center]

[Spice..xx]

<sub>*cries* aaaaaaaaaaaah I'm not auditioning cus Aurrie and Shade and Shard did *wails* ..........


HA! I can't even audition anyways xDDDD just felt like popping in and being annoying ;D

Love ya all <3 and dudes, those auddies are great! Raven's gunna have a hard job .</sub>

[idk my bff brindle]

Hurtful words,
From my enemies of the last five years,
What's it like to die alone?
How does it feel when tears freeze,
When you cry?
The blood in your veins is twenty below.

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ternpaw
any of numerous aquatic birds of the subfamily Sterninae of the family Laridae, related to the gulls but usually having a more slender body and bill, smaller feet, a long, deeply forked tail, and a more graceful flight.

name; ternpaw
age; 6 moons
gender; tom
rank; medicine cat apprentice
clan; eclipseclan

Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,

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The tom's name fits his appearence quite well. Ternpaw has a soft and supple structure, rather like that of a bird. His body is loosely jointed and he can slink through smaller gaps than an average cat could. He is long and lithe, and while usually smiling, there is a bit of a menacing look to him at all times. It's not really his fault, what with the fur pattern on his face and his quiet nature. He flows easily, darting here, there and back again with relative ease. He's quick for a cat of his size- Ternpaw is rather small. Like a bird, he can appear to take flight for brief seconds. He has long leaps and a good sense of balance. Also like a tern is the hawk-like way he regards everything, as if he is inspecting it. That's not actually what he's doing, but he can seem kind of darkly nosy at times. Honestly though, he may look dark, but his personality is far from it.

As for his head, Ternpaw looks like a tern in that regard as well. His head is round and smooth, with a muzzle smack dab in the middle of his face. The muzzle starts off wide at the base, but quickly tapers up as it reaches his nose. His nose is as black as ink. Why? Because there is a large black splotch going over his face. It covers his nose and goes in between his eyes, heading slightly to the left. There's a slight white space before the fur turns black again, in another patch that goes down the back of his head. The tom also has black on his chin and a bit of black under his face on the right side. His whiskers are short and erect, standing out stiffly. His eyes are wider than average and are a glossy yellow in colour. His pupils are dark and slit. Ternpaw's ears are tipped at the top, white on the back and covered inside by long white wisps of fur.

As for his body, the main colour on Ternpaw's smooth form is white. It covers him from head to toe, making him blend in with snow backgrounds. But there are black spots on the insides of the tom's strong legs, and also one black spot on his outer right thigh. His paws are soft and wide, and a dusky brown in colour, like he stepped in too much dirt. Then there is a streak of toffee brown on the inside of his legs, going up to the dark brown patch. In the dark, these brown patches appear black, which gets confusing- Ternpaw has decided they can be referred too as either brown or black. His claws are sharp but not extraordinary in any way. His tail is white for the most part, except for a dark black ring near the end of it. Ternpaw's fur is soft and downy. It doesn't look thick, but it's a good thickness. His fur is like a thick cushion of padding, but when it isn't groomed properly, it will get sticks and twigs and leaves stuck in it. However, Ternpaw is a dedicated groomer, and you will barely ever see him with debris in his pelt.

Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,

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Ternpaw could be considered roughly three things, if you had to generalize the tom. For one, he's rather quiet. He prefers not to talk very much, mostly just going about his business. He has a keen mind and is very good at analyzing situations, but he would rather stay out of them. Ternpaw isn't socially awkward- no, he gets along with everyone in the Clan and has some rpetty good friends- but he's not really one to go around just talking. He keeps to himself, but will always be there to back up one of his friends. He's very good at seeing trouble before it happens, mostly because he doesn't waste time talking. He can work his way out of a situation quite well, defusing some of the angrier cats. When he does talk, his voice is calm and soft with just a hint of his inquisitiveness. He never wavers as he talks, because Ternpaw is always sure of himself. His clear alto voice commands attention.

Ternpaw is very determined. Though he hasn't had a really rough life- his parents didn't beat him, there was no traumatizing story of him sneaking out of camp, no rogues ever captured him and planned to eat him- he doesn't really get along with his family. He was, while not physically a small kit, the smallest kit in the litter because of the way he shied away from playfighting. Don't get me wrong, Ternpaw could win in a playfight quite easily if he put his mind to it. He has a great mind for analytical solutions, which is handy for a medicine cat apprentice. He's also somewhat strong, or was. He doesn't as much excersize when he's training under Prophecyteller. But anyways, his parents thought that was a little odd. His father, a great warrior, thought that Ternpaw wouldn't turn out that good. He was always pushing the little kit harder, not understanding that brains were as good as brawn. Ternpaw was never really respected by his father, so he's determined to become a good medicine cat- that way his father will respect him more.

Ternpaw has a deep connection with StarClan. Unlike cats who are always bubbly and running to help with this and that and make him comfortable and get her some mouse bile and how-are-you-feeling-today-sir, Ternpaw is a little more serious. He gets along with his Clanmates and makes sure they stay healthy, but he's not bubbly nor hyper. He doesn't only see good sides to people. Ternpaw can even be a bit suspicious about cats he doesn't know or ones that he thinks are up to something. The tom spends a good portion of his time alone, and his friends don't mind. While they get along, they seem to be in a slight state of awe about his connection to StarClan. Ternpaw knows that there is a divide between them, and he doesn't try to ignore it. He knows he'll never be like everyone else. The tom can be a little snappish with some of the older cats who keep complaining, or younger cats when they act mouse-brained, but it's because he's trying to concentrate on something else. He's usually patient, but no one's perfect.

Something I cannot forget.

So for now, take this down a notch,
Crash my car through your window,
Make sure you're still alive,
Just in time to kill you,

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From what I've already said about Ternpaw's parents, you might get the impression that his father wasn't the nicest cat. Well, Craneflight was quite generous and noble. But he wasn't easy to see inside of. When he was an apprentice, Cranepaw was always striving to do more and to become more. He wanted to become a great warrior, one that everyone would admire. As an apprentice, he fought in a few border skirmishes and he even recieved a scar over his left flank. Cranepaw wore it proudly. He was a silver Siamese, with a dark ring on his tail- he was actually quite a handsome cat. Couple that with his fighting skills and you have someone that the she-cats admried. While Cranepaw liked the attention, he never paid too much attention to she-cats. He was a closed book, and he liked to keep it that way. Even when he recieved his warrior name, Cranelight, he kept concentrating on getting stronger.

As a warrior, Craneflight was often chosen for battle missions. He recieved a few more scars, and the leader's appreciation. Coming back to camp, he would often stay in the medicine cat's den for a night while his wounds were being tended too. That's how he met Risingpaw. She was just an apprentice when she met him. She had fallen a long ways and now was in the medicine cat den too. When Craneflight arrived, all bleeding and in disarrary, she helped Littlefox to clean him up. They got to talking, and Craneflight realized that a mate might be good for him. Risingpaw was a shy she-cat, very soft and sweet. He wasn't much of a fighter, but Craneflight didn't care. The tom felt like she understood him better than anyone else. Risingpaw eventually became Risingmist, and the two became mates after her silent vigil.

One of the major problems affecting them, however, was Craneflight's brother Nightwind. He was in love with Risingmist's sister, Streakfur. However, Streakfur didn't love him back in any way. Nightwing took Streakfur away with him by force, into the woods. He didn't hurt her nor did he try to make her bear his kits. He just wanted to keep her there until she returned his affections. Risingmist and their other sister, Spottedpelt went with him. Risingmist volunteered to switch places with Streakfur, to save her sister. Spottedpelt stopped her, about to say that Craneflight would be horrified. Risingmist said that she was already pregnant with Craneflight's kits, so spending some time with Nightwind before heading to the nursery wouldn't matter. Besides, she added, Spottedpelt was in love with another tom and it would do to get her pregnant. Risingmist and Streakfur were about to switch places when Streakfur changed her mind. She said this was her problem. A moon and a half later, Cedarkit was born from her and Nightwind.

The kits were born at the beginning of Leaf-fall. Risingmist had three kits, Teakit, Limekit and Ternkit. Teakit was just like her mother, a passive she-cat. But she showed no interest in healing, just hunting. Limekit was always going around playfighting and beating up the smaller kits- in a friendly fashion, of course. Craneflight used to sit and watch him, admiring Limekit's strength. Ternkit was always watching his older brother and his father. He spent a lot of time curled up with Risingmist, so Craneflight called him 'soft'. When he was four moons, Ternkit decided that he had to do something to stop his father from abusing him so. He couldn't become a great warrior, because he didn't like fighting, so he decided to become a medicine cat instead. He waited patiently for Littlefox to die- not being rude, but everyone could see that she was old- and when Prophecyteller became the new medicine cat, Ternkit was only too eager to volunteer for the job. He tired to appear calm and collected, but this was the one thing in his life that he was actually excited about.

Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,

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father risingmist
mother craneflight
sister teapaw
brother limepaw
uncle nightwind
aunts streakfur, spottedpelt
cousin cedarpaw

Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,

Something I cannot forget.

[/color]

painting portraits of ghosts
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I can't take this (take) anymore
I can't take this (take) anymore
I can't take this (take) anymore
(I cannot feel what you've done to me)
I can't take this (take) anymore
(What you've done to me)

So for now, take this down a notch,
Crash my car through your window,
(Window)

[/right]

[---> LIZZEH]

Imma apply with Orangekit, when I have the time to post my audition.
Which will probably be tomorrow.
-salutes-

[(aurora) of the problematique]

_{LOL Spice, you had me sharpening the bayonet for a moment there. XDD}

[---> LIZZEH]

ORANGEKIT
[[ orangekit, orangepaw, orangesage ]]

[/font][/size]
a color between yellow and red in
the spectrum, an effect of light with a wavelength
between 590 and 610 nm; reddish yellow.[/center]

How can I decide what's right
When you're clouding up my mind?
I can't win your losing fight
All the time.

Nor can I ever own what's mine
When you're always taking sides
But you won't take away my pride.
No, not this time.
Not this time.

|| female
|| unborn
|| eclipseclan
|| medicine cat apprentice wanna-be
|| image

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How did we get here?
Well, I used to know you so well.
But how did we get here?
Well, I think I know.

The truth is hiding in your eyes
And it's hanging on your tongue.
Just boiling in my blood.
But you think that I can't see
What kind of man that you are,
If you're a man at all.

|| Light orange with darker orange stripes, this basically explains Orangekit's appearance. But, there is much more to the she-cat than first glances at her coat. The light orange looks like watered down orange juice, splashed upon a cat's body, with darker orange juice sliding down in stripes. Orangekit does not have any scars, since she is newly born, but will mostly likely develop some within time. Her coat is fairly short, growing longer within the winter months. Though, it will not be as long and thick as it should, so she is more prone to colds and the such because of it. Along her right side, there is one single stripe that is darker than the rest, and though no one else believes it means anything, Orangekit thinks its the most fascinating thing in the world that she has a stripe darker than the rest of them upon her body. On her forehead are three stripes going down in between her ears, ending in a point right in between her eyes.

Beginning at her head, it is a normal size for a cat as young as her. She isn't head heavy, so she won't fall down because her head is bigger than anything else upon her body. Sitting on top of her head are two normal sized ears, rounded at the bottom and a slight rounded point at the tips of them. There is small tufts of fur along the tips of her ears, a brilliant orange color like her stripes are. Her eyes are an almond shape and are the color of a blue sky with dark clouds rolling across it. Her whiskers are long, helping her balance when she is climbing along tree branches.

Orangekit's body is small and lithe, going to help her in the long run. She has fairly long legs, and her paws a some-what small, a sure sign she would be a good hunter and stalker. Her tail is a bit longer than her legs, thin and striped. Her paws are a faint creamy orange, with a few faint dark orange stripes on them. Her claws are a clear-white color, only darkening when she gets them dirty.

Well, I will figure this one out
On my own.
(I'm screaming, "I love you so.")
On my own.
(My thoughts you can't decode)

|| Looking into the mind of Orangekit, you would think she wasn't even related to her siblings. She speaks in proper tones, making it seem she is a bit snobbish because of how she talks. But, she isn't. She is like any other normal cat. She does not believe she is superior to anyone, and respects everyone, despite if they have said or done something that is out of line. She is very cheerful, always seeming to be happy about one thing or another. This might come off as a bit off, as she can be happy one minute, then in her own world the next. She day dreams.. A LOT. And if you're talking to her, and she starts staring off into space, then you might as well take your speech somewhere else, because she isn't going to be coming back to Earth anytime soon. Though, she is polite, trying to listen. But if its just plain boring, what you are trying to say, that is, then she won't listen and will start to think of other things that are more interesting. Orangekit is a bit free-spirited, wanting to do things by herself than with others. And this should be fine, because she is happy with it. It takes a lot to anger Orangekit, but don't purposely try to get her mad at you, because she will claw your face off.

Right off the bat, if one were to meet Orangekit for the first time, one would think she was mental. Only because she rarely puts herself into new situations, unless she thinks she needs a change of pace, and when new situations do come around, she is bottled up and in her dream world. But, once someone gets to know her, they know she is a very happy cat, and a good and loyal friend.

Speaking on loyalty, Orangekit is very loyal to her family, friends, and Clan. She would not speak ill of someone, unless they absolutely deserve it. This is a rare occasion as well, because gossiping about someone gets a cat nowhere in life. Orangekit will not stand by and listen to someone talk trash about the ones she loves. She likes to keep the peace, but she is not afraid to stand up for those who she thinks needs protective, whether from words or claws.

How did we get here?
Well, I used to know you so well, yeah.
But how did we get here?
Well, I think I know.[/font][/size]

|| [[ to warn you now; because i didn't create orangekit from scratch, her history is less than what i would usually put down. ]]

The tale of Orangekit goes beyond her generation, onto that of her parents. Her mother, Winterdance, was born a loner as a kit, living on her own until she was old enough to be an apprentice and she joined Eclipseclan. During that time, her father, Garnetcloak, had many misfortunes of his own, with cats dying that were close to him. Warrior ceremonies, loves found and lost, and many happy times later, Garnetcloak and Winterdance were together. It wasn't long before the news of kits were announced, and the deputy and his mate couldn't have been happier. Moons later, five kits were born: Applekit, Apricotkit, Flintkit, Ruinkit, and little Orangekit.

The truth is hiding in your eyes
And it's hanging on your tongue.
Just boiling in my blood.
But you think that I can't see
What kind of man that you are,
If you're a man at all.
Well, I will figure this one out
On my own.
(I'm screaming, "I love you so.")
On my own.
(My thoughts you can't decode)

father -- GARNETCLOAK
mother -- WINTERDANCE
brothers -- FLINTKIT, RUINKIT
sisters -- APPLEKIT, APRICOTKIT

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How did we get here?
Well, I used to know you so well, yeah.
But how did we get here?
Well, I think I know.

PAINTING PORTRAITS OF GHOSTS

Do you see what we've done?
We've gone and made such fools
Of ourselves.
Do you see what we've done?
We've gone and made such fools
Of ourselves.

Yeah.Yeah.

-- character thanks to raven & kee
song: decode by paramore.

How did we get here?
Well, I used to know you so well, yeah, yeah.
How did we get here?
Well, I used to know you so well.
I think I know.
I think I know.

There is something I see in you.
It might kill me.
I want it to be true.[/size]

[&&R.A.V.E.N :3]

Just a note:

AUDITIONS WILL BE CLOSED NEXT WEDNESDAY, THE 11TH

That is all.

[ist whitehkaze<33]

h o u n d p a w

one of any of several breeds of dogs trained to pursue game either by sight or by scent

xx tomcat
xx 7.5 moons
xx eclipse
xx to be mca

xx click

a dark brown tabby tom with a right brown eye & a colorless left one
xxdesc
With a broad head and small, wide, triangular ears he has the faint complection of a cat-like dog. His forehead is a bit large, too, making his head seem a bit bigger than what it should be, but that could hardly ever be considered his most noticed physical feature. His snout is short and whiskery, pointed dully with a black nose. His eyes are almond-shaped and very slightly and gently slanted to his snout, almost to a point to where you can barely see the slight slant in them. His chin is smallish and a dirty white, as is a bit of the fur just below his small, cold nose. His whiskers are short and thin, him having snipped them a bit with his claws so they would be less likely to brush up upon something, and are hued a darkish brown color. They're more of a black actually, but have a very faint brown tint to them.

Houndpaw's body is well-porportioned. Even his legs, which are about the same length as his body, if not just a tad shorter, balance his weight nicely. Although his weight, mind you, isn't all that much. His paws are smaller than his ears, but still pretty large, so he has no problem catching and grasping something with them. His forepaws seem to be a just a wee bit bigger than his hind paws, but that may just be your mind playing some tricks on you. His claws are small and slightly shorter than what you may consider to be normal for a cat, but nontheless they work just fine for the little tabby and get the job done, even if they aren't as strong. However, his claws, not being as long and tough as they should be, don't work well when Houndpaw is climbing. Not that he'd be climbing anything anytime soon, though.

Houndpaw's pelt is short but considerably rough and thick, superb at trapping heat and resistance of water. It is, however, not exactly pleasant to the touch, as it's very tough and stiff. It covers every bit of him, as he has no scars or current wounds that would stop the growth of his fur. Besides the white tabby markings around his eyes and mouth, Houndpaw is completely tabby. Dark brown tabby, to get specific with it. His body is ringed with dark black stripes, and the very tip of his tail is completely dipped in the same color. The dark tabby markings on his forehead climb over the top of his head, between his ears, and they start to fade to dark brown at about his upper neck, disappearing into a slightly lighter brown. His ear fur is a pale, white-ish tan, and the inside of his ears, the skin part, is a pale pink.

Houndpaw's right eye is a rich, chocolatey brown, a swirl of light milk chocolate around a black pupil. Now, where the brown should be in his left eye, however, there is instead a colorless tone of silver. Almost white. Houndpaw was born blind in his left eye, and he has absolutely no sight in it whatsoever. He can blink with both eyes though, but blinking isn't really a significant part of his description.


xxpersona
Houndpaw is very easily stressed and irritated. A fly buzzing around his ears, you quietly murmuring to some wailing kits, a clicking of claws on stone.. any of those things would drive him absolutely mad. He growls ill-temperedly when he's irritated, often digging his claws into his thick paw-fur to relieve irritation. Finally he'll just whip around and snarl "Would you mind?!" when he can't hold it in any longer. He also doesn't like being.. touched. Brushing his pelt against something is very uncomfortable to him, and he often will shudder when someone tries to give him a reassuring wash or brush of pelts. It's the same with his tail and whiskers as well. He firmly tells all the other kits to keep their pelts and paws to themselves, not only for his sanity but because he doesn't like being shoved or pushed around much, as the wind whistling in and ruffling his fur is just as bad as being brushed with another pelt.

But despite his desire for a bit of no physical contact space, Houndpaw's actually quite friendly and open, hardly at all liking his privacy. He gets a bit lonesome on the occasion though, especially since lots of cats picked up that he didn't like to be touched, and so they must've figured he must be severely antisocial or something and don't talk to him much. When he's alone he likes to train himself some endurance, and deliberately brushes his whiskers or fur against something. He's not very enduring though, so this special training of his is short-lived. But he does it quite constantly, maybe three or four times a day for a few minutes. He can now deal with his whiskers or tail prodding or brushing something, although he hasn't had that much progress though, and still prefers not to be touched.

Houndpaw can be very creative at times, but he does have that little brain fart or blond moment that we all do when he just can't think. When this tom thinks of his next move, he looks at how it will effect him in the long-run, very rarely living things day-to-day and instead looking to see how it might effect his future. He loves the legends of his big cat ancestors and StarClan, and he can't resist hopping over to the elders every once in a while to hear a story. He's actually something of a history dork, loving all that is old and ancient and crumbling. Very rarely will he not want to hear a story, so when you hear his refusal to listen to a tale of StarClan, get him straight to the medicine cat, for he must be ill.


xxhistory
will type up here in just a few minutes...


xxrp here and here
xxfamily hawkdancer- father
vexheart mother
rabbitstep- foster mother
flashkit sister
xxcode painting portraits of ghosts

[&&R.A.V.E.N :3]

Alright, so it seems that no one else wants to audition.
So my choice'll be announced now.

Propehcyteller's apprentice shall be.....

.......
...........
.........
............
.................
.........................

ORANGEKIT AND LIZZEH!

You all made it so hard.
But in the end, Orangekit seemed to jump out at me. (no, it's not because my cat is her mother).
But yes, I know Lizzeh won't let me down.
And it also gives Prophecyteller few moons for him to get used to being without Littlefox.

[---> LIZZEH]

holy cow.
o-o;
I'm estatic.
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YEW.
-huggles and then explodes near the wall-


I say everyone did well.
(:
Don't forget, SC still needs a MC apprentice. ^^;
So there are those auditions, of course.

[SHADE. :D]

Congratulations, Liz. ^^