Moonclan Medicine Cat Auditions

[FIREH!!]

_{Yes, I have been outnumbered by votes on this. I'm holding auditions for my new medicine cat and apprentice. Post your biographies here and I'll choose the best. This will close next Thursday, July the seventeenth. Good luck!}

[cheshy says grace]

seafeather[/size]Ý[/color][/font]

love me cancerously

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_N A M e ; ; seafeather
__A G e ; ; thirty-four moons
___C L A N ; ; moonclan
____R A N K ; ; medicine cat
_____G e N D e R ; ; femme
______D e F ! N ! T ! O N ; ; sea - one of the seven seas.
_______P H O T O ; ; click

you're an office park without any trees
A T A G L A N C e ; ; A pretty, snowy-white she-cat with a single fiery red stripe down her back, a graceful build, and vivid sea foam green eyes.

corporate and cold, gushing for gold, leave me alone![/color]
D e S C R ! P T ! O N ; ; By all standards Seafeather is a pretty cat; delicate features, a petite, graceful frame, wide, bright, sea foam green eyes vivid with emotion, certainly there is nothing harsh or unpleasant on her face.

From nose to tail-tip Seafeather is white, her coat clean as newly-fallen snow, it drapes around her frame, and is unmarked. Save for a single stripe down her back. This stripe is fiery red in color, and begins on her forehead and tapers off at the base of her long tail. The red makes a startling contrast with the white.

Seafeather moves smoothly and gracefully, a cat built not for power but for speed and accuracy. She stands a few hairs smaller than the average cat, and is forced to look up to speak to large cats.

Her scent is something unusual from most other cats'. She smells clearly of rain, for she is always found outside when it is storming or if it's just a light drizzle. Seafeather loves the rain even though most cats she of it as gloomy and that StarClan is crying. They disapprove of her love for rain but she just couldn't care less.

You're a parasitic, psycho, filthy creature
finger-bangin' my heart.

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P e R S O N A L ! T Y ; ; When first met, Seafeather seems peaceful, maybe even docile. She possesses a certain flexibility that allows her to adapt to varying situations gracefully. She dislikes fighting, though she understands its necessity, and has a small measure of talent in that field herself.

Around her fellow medicine cats, Seafeather tends to adopt a dreamy, calm mien that suggests mysteriously that she knows more than she says. As it happens, she often does. Seafeather is observant and intuitive, and can generally read others with unnerving accuracy.

Some may think Seafeather easy to manipulate because of her apparent docile nature, but beneath that she has a driving intelligence and a strong will. Tenacious and endlessly patient, she has a knack for getting things done even in the most tumultuous of circumstances.

Being by nature more open-minded than some others of her caste, she entertains ideas that could even be deemed heretical. Her belief in StarClan is unshakable; she loves her warrior ancestors and all she stands for.

Secretly, Seafeather sometimes feels cut-off from the world in MoonClan. Restless, she enjoys slipping away to wander the territories, taking in the sights and sounds and scents. She walks besides the river and runs in the forest.[/right]

You call me up drunk
Does the fun ever start?[/color]
H ! S T O R Y ; ; Ravencry and Blackstripe were not at all pleased to have four kits, and three of them stillborn. After a very long conversation with Ravencry about this new kitten, Blackstripe dubbed her Seakit for her eyes and pretty features. Ravencry and Blackstripe were both pleased with this suggestion, and her name remained so for quite a long named. So long, in fact, that no one has ever considered that maybe Seafeather doesn't want to be Seafeather. Yet she does want to be Seafeather. It suits her somehow.

Anyway, Seakit lived a happy life as a little kit. She never was told by Blackstripe and Ravencry of her dead siblings who never saw the world. All she heard of were stories of StarClan and the many followers of it. She began to grow much healthier and much stronger as the days went on, and pretty soon she was old enough to be apprenticed. She was apprenticed to Grieverstone. The older, wiser she-cat taught Seapaw everything she knew. From how to apply borage poultice to why yarrow makes cats sick.

Seapaw soon found herself as a medicine cat. She had never expected to become one fully, and this was quite an honour. She lifted her head high at the praise from her friends. But the day she became medicine cat was also a sad day. For the reason she had become one was because Grieverstone had died at the claws of Chaosfire.

She became Seafeather by the standards of StarClan, attended medicine cat meetings, and followed her duties. She longs for a family of her own, but she understands that she must stay loyal to StarClan.

But there is one thing I will tell you, but nobody else. Nobody else can know and you must, must, not tell them. Seafeather is in love. With whom, you ask? An arrogant, stuck-up tom who must always argue his point (which is as dull as a pencil after you've written a two hundred page story). She literally doesn't know why she loves him, she just does. They are mates, of course, but what's even worse is this... cat (if you want to call him that) is a loner. A clan-less cat and he loves a medicine cat. Problem is, he doesn't like the part where they don't, well, y'know... _{get it on.}

Oh! Of course, you're curious as to what his name is, right? Ok, I'll tell you, it's Dante. Yes, Dante, pronounced Don-tay. Dante is a black and white short hair, but his white fur is dirty from his travels.

Seafeather and Dante met usually around Moonhigh at Silver Rocks every other night. Sooner or later, even Seafeather knew, they got caught. By an apprentice and his mentor. The warrior had chased Dante away as the apprentice and Seafeather walked back to camp.

The medicine cat went straight to the medicine den. She hadn't come out of it for weeks, not even for sick cats. She had abused her duties and was waiting for a punishment of any kind. From anyone. But it never came. Maybe StarClan and Firestar had forgiven her? Pawstep by pawstep she crept out of her den, only to be struck by lightning... No, I'm just kidding! Seafeather made it out alive to find out it was drizzling slightly. StarClan had made it rain, for her! Maybe they weren't mad, maybe, just maybe, they understood and forgave her. The medicine cat looked to the sky, close her eyes, and sent a gentle prayer of thanks to her warrior ancestors, promising she would never, ever, meet with Dante again.

You're hideous and sexy!

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C O D e W O R D S ; ; poison tears crash down
O T H e R ; ; mwahahaha! first to audition! I'm so ebil. I revamped her a bit, too. Also, if she's accepted her ma and pa will go up for adoption. by the way, I hope you don't mind, but I decided just to make Minnowmask not exist, and I pretended like Falconfeather never was a medicine cat, since she appears to have never done her duties ( I had been searching through MoonClan looking for a post from falconeh as falconfeather and didn't see much)
S P e e C H C O L O U R ; ; light sea green
S O N G ; ; 'love me dead' by ludo[/right]

You've got the mark of the beast[/color]
F A M ! L Y ; ; ravencry - mother - dead
blackstripe - father - alive
dante - former mate - alive[/size][/blockquote]

[Dansen[Mouse]]

I already have a kit in MoonClan and she would make a perfect medicine cat apprentice when she becomes an apprentice.

.:[Call me again]:.
Harmonykit
Harmonypaw
Harmonylight

.:[Because of Who I am]:.
Female

.:[Because of My Wisdom]:.
3-4 moons

.:[Because of my Land]:.
MoonClan

.:[Because of my place]:.
Kit-Soon to be Medicine cat apprentice

.:[This is What You Get]:.

~Blue~Gray~

My long fur shines like the moon itself. I've always kept it well groomed and clean, I really hate getting dirty. I look just like my mother, Sapphireheart, except for me being long haired and having more of a gray-blue pelt unlike her beautiful blue-silver pelt and I have gray whiskers, though I really wish that I had mothers beautiful white whiskers. One thing I did get from mother was my strange gray colored claws that glow dark blue under the bright moonlight. Mom keeps telling me that I'm beautiful, a perfect replica of her, and yes I guess I am, but still... I don't know. I hope that I can grow up like her.

My eyes are a light pale green, like the color of a new spring flower bud, but I can't see that well at night so I'm normally plastered to someones side. I'm thin and rarely eat more then a small mouse so I'm normally strong during leaf-fall and leaf-bare. I'm better at hunting then fighting, so I don't have very much muscle under my pelt. Many say I should be a medicine cat since I'm so thin, but just because I'm not that strong doesn't mean I'm bad at fighting. What I lack in strength I have gained in speed. I'm the fastest cat of my litter and I can almost catch a rabbit at full speed, so I guess I do have some muscle, but its mostly used for running.

.:[This is Me]:.

~Quiet~Kind~Gentle~

At times I wonder if I should be a medicine cat. I've always been gentle and do hate fighting. But still I can't really stand the thought of staying in camp battling sickness and diseases. And I normally hack something up at even just the scent of sickness. Plus remembering all those herbs, thats just not for me, yet theres still something that draws me to the Medicine cat's den, the smell of the herbs, the good feeling of knowing you can help the Clan when fighting isn't your best attribute. Maybe I could do something like that.

I absolutely hate fighting, its the one reason why becoming a Medicine Cat apprentice might just be right for me after all. Fighting has never been what I like, I'd rather try to settle things peacefully and with StarClan's help, I can keep my Clan safe from much danger. Hm, imagine being able to see StarClan gathering around you, giving you signs and secrets, advice and counsel. The stars that shine in their pelts and the warmth they can bring you in times of trouble. Plus being highly regarded by all the Clans, being given respect, oh it all sounds so exciting to one like me. My brothers, never, but Mom, I know, would be so proud to have her daughter become the Medicine cat of the Clan.

.:[This is My Life]:.

~My life now~My life to be~

.:Kithood:.
As a kit I'm almost never in trouble. I still do get in trouble because I don't always listen, but I try my best to be good. I'm always caught day dreaming at the nursery entrance of what I'm going to be and do in the future. My dream is to serve the Clan best I can with as very little violence as possible. I'll normally watch the apprentices in front of the apprentices den practicing their moves and try to mimic them. I'm a fast learner and I'm always eager to learn everything that I can. Even fighting moves. My siblings don't think I'll ever be a proper warrior if I don't fight, but fighting isn't the only way to win a battle.

The kits in the the nursery pick on me because I admit that I like the smell of herbs over the smell of fresh-kill. You see I've been wondering in the medicine cats den a lot and she/he has been showing me much on herbs, how to heal cats, and what to do for a quick patch up. I've enjoyed it much and hope to become their apprentice in the future, if StarClan wills it. I am young. I am ready.

.:[This is My Start]:.

Harmonykit wondered out from the nursery where her mother, brothers, and sister slept. It was a half moon and the Medicine cat was already long gone, ready to share tongues with StarClan. Harmonykit simple stared out towards the camp tunnel, wishing she could follow. 'Nonsense' She told herself. 'If I'm caught with one foot out of the camp, I might not be able to become a medicine cat apprentice!' She fluffed out her fur because of the cool evening air and turned to go back inside the nursery when she cats shot in through the tunnel. It was only the evening patrol. Cloudrings was the last to come through the tunnel and Harmonykit noticed she was limping.

"Greetings, Clourings." She called, walking towards the Warrior. The limping cat looked Harmonykit over. "Aren't you supposed to be asleep?" She asked, lying down to lick her pad. Harmonykit moved closer and saw she had a thorn stuck in her pad. "Here, let me help." She eyed the thorn that was buried deep in the pad, then she licked it a few times before clamping on to it with her tiny teeth and gave it a jerk. The thorn came out easily and she gave a satisfied smile. "Now just lick it to keep it clean and it should help just fine." Cloudrings thanked her as the kit disposed of the thorn where no one else would step on it and trotted off to bed, excited to tell the Medicine cat what she had done the next morning.

.:[This is My Family]:.

Father - Justicefaith

Mother - Sapphireheart

Sister - Remedykit

Brothers - Topazkit, Abysskit

.:[This is What I Need]:.

Other

.:[Secret Words]:.

DOWNCRASHTEARSPOISON

[[xoxo] shard. :)]

Solemnpaw

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I took my love, I took it down
Climbed a mountain and I turned around
I saw my reflection in the snow-covered ^hills
'Til the landslide[/u] brought me _down[/center]

well i've been afraid of changing

n a m e . solemnpaw [calling]
g e n d e r . she-cat
a g e . twelve moons
c l a n . moonclan
r a n k . medicine cat apprentice

'cause i've built my life around you

l o o k s .
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 MoonClanner'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.

but time makes you bolder

p e r s o n a .
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.

children get older, i'm getting older too

h i s t o r y .
She was born to a MoonClanner 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, ten killed imself 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.

f a m i l y .
junipervenom deceased mother
fang father
swordfang deceased foster father
kestralkit deceased sister
parrotpaw brother
serenitypaw sister
fallenjustice deceased mentor

o t h e r .
if i am chosen, then parrot and serenity will be put into the adoption centre

c o d e .
poison tears crash down[/size][/blockquote]

[all out JINX ♥]

_{I too have a cat that's already made in Moonclan... and my rp example is from a different site so....}

<sub>Doveflight
x. female
xx. 20 Moons
xxx. medicine cat
xxxx. Moonclan
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Doveflight is a very moody femme. She small white with silver tipped paws with long silver claws, her legs are long and white with silver tips and look thin but also show muscle. Her flank is thin with some muscle showing and some ribs showing, she likes to run and was the fast out of her siblings. Her pelt is feather like with a white base that only shows when her fur shifts around, it has silver tips at the top making it seem that her pelt is silver. Her tail is an average length and has the same beautiful feather texture as her pelt, it has a white base until it reaches the bottom of the tail where it is all white with silver tips until that reaches the tip where it is all a light silver. Her head is in a regular hour-glass shape, 2 rounded triangle shaped ears stand in perfect spots, one with a slice in it and one with no tip. Her ears become a criss-cross pattern with silver and white while the top of her head is white with light silver tabby markings, her cheeks are white with light silver tabby markings. Her nose is an odd coal-black, her whiskers are silver at the base then fading into white, and in her perfectly shaped maw are 2 rows of sharp silver teeth. Her eyes make her seem angry all the time with their colour, some feline's could mistake her for a tribe cat while others could think of her as evil. But her eyes make her who she is, they are a deep crimson at the pupil while fading out into a rose red then out at the edge is a dark, dark orange.
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Doveflight is a cautious and paranoid femme. She won't let others treat her like a helpless kit, but she is worried that her brothers will pop out of the shadows and try and kill her. Doveflight always speaks her mind when she meets others and she proceeds around them with cation just to make sure their not trying to get something out of her. She has a bad temper even if she wants to stay calm, her mood swings from time to time, she could be mad at one time then sad the next. She is as stubborn as a tick on your ear but can be really sweet and caring when she's been treated with respect. She has a photographic memory so she knows every bit of what she had done and what others have done. Doveflight hates loners and sometimes rogue's, as she now has the life of a clanner she doesn't plan on going back, she loves every friend she's made and even though her brother is now dead she plans on living through her life. Doveflight doesn't like to be reminded that she was a rogue or that she had killed her brother just to get where she is now. Even when the pain of her past and the pain of loosing her brother, she would die saving every cat of her clan, whether her brother told her to live or not.
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Doveflight is the youngest out of her siblings. When they were kits Halo forced Ghostnight to kill there pathetic father and forced Doveflight to kill there pregnant, suffering mother. After that Halo took them to there twolegged garden where of which they were captured by their twolegs, and taken away into the twolegged nest. Doveflight accidentally gave Halo an idea of killing the twolegs helpless kit, because her heart was in so much pain. After they got away from the gruesome nest, Halo followed a scent of rogues. Doveflight felt a little safer to go to other cats for help. When they got there the rogue band was small, so the leader gladly let them in. After a couple of moons others joined them and Doveflight became stronger, she picked up a lot of speed too. Her lessons were to obey there leader even if it meant killing a member of the band, and never back down from a challenge even if your out numbered. Later in life Doveflight became the fastest out of her 2 brothers. When shes in battle, fighting along side her are her strong, hurtful brother and her other talented, shy brother. After the battle against Moonclan Doveflight and Ghostnight killed Halo, then begged Firestar to take them in. After being a prisoner for awhile Doveflight was made an apprentice with the leader herself as her mentor. Doveflight worked hard and proved herself with her hunting skills and fighting skills and especially her speed. Doveflight was soon made a warrior before the tribe battle, she and her brother went into battle. Doveflight was almost killed by Windstripe but Ghostnight saved her by sacrificing his life for hers. After being chased by her 2 dead brothers back home she became very paranoid and wouldn't let anyone touch her and she wouldn't talk back to anyone. Now she battle's with fears of her brothers coming out of a shadow and killing her, and the fears that she might have fallen for a tom-cat she doesn't even know.
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The rustle of the trees stirred no one as the wind played it's tricks among the branch's. It made the small birds sink lower into their nests, it made the squirrels shiver as the slept, it made the owls in the hollow trees swoop out for their meal. The wind played it's tricks by the river making the black jade water ripple, it made the reeds sway, it made the water voles not want to come out for a mid-night snack. But mostly the winds played among the meadows the hid in the shadows to scare the fox, it crawled into rabbit holes to seek out warm flesh to freeze, it danced around all the wildflowers without making a peep. The wind came in anger as the rain came to play, it fell softly then started to pour like a waterfall, the rain and wind fought for the night while the little creatures it hits try to hide, stay warm, and stay dry.

A fluffy silver-white femme sit drenched in the rain, her winter blue irises searched the sky. Every living hair on her body was drenched in New-leaf's rain, the cold of her skin told the femme to go back into her den and stay warm but her mind was far off with her imagination. They weaved around each-other like lovers but hated each-other with the bottom of their dreamy souls, the white femme with a silver over coat and winter blue irises stared up into Starclan asking the godly ancestors what if she had done what she would have done many moons ago. What if she had stayed a rogue, killed Dakota, and went off to live with Glass? What if she never saved the spotted brown male from the flood so many moons ago? What if I never came to Skyclan to be their leader? What if some evil leader came if I never came? Rainstar would always worried about these things, she would never forgive herself for letting Dakota take Glass but she thanked every bit of her for letting her destiny guide her to a wonderful home.
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mother- Isabella[deceased]
father- Jake[deceased]
brothers- Halo[deceased], Ghostnight[deceased]
sister- Tear[deceased]
former mentor- Firestar
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Poison Tears Crash Down</sub>

[lonelylove :D]

c h a r r e d runner

watch the shutter close with a c l i c k

You swear you recall nothing at all

[/size] Charredrunner
That could make you come back down tom
You made up your mind to leave it all behind 15 moons
Now you're forced to fight it out Moonclan, Medicine Cat[/center][/size]


You fall away from your past
But it's following you

Charredrunner; A orange tabby tom with burnt brown markings.

If one thinks of Charredrunner's name before they have met him, and have created a picture in their head of what they think he looks like, they will most likely be wrong. No, he does not possess burnt-colored fur that makes him appear to have escaped from a forest fire. No, he does have fiery temper of any sort. Or, as the last part of his name might suggest, he is not any kind of runner at all. He limps, actually. (More about that later.) So, what is he like, then? By now, you must be itching to hear about him. I've kept you waiting long enough. I'll tell you.

I'll start off with his body. Charredrunner has no dispoportionate body. On a scale from 1 to 10, 10 being larger than Brightclan's Ghostlystar and 1 being a cat that looks like a kitten that never grew, he'd be a 5. Maybe a 5 1/2. He has a medium bone build.

His face starts with the tip of his triangular pale pink nose. He has a small round muzzle that fits him, with long whiskers and the tips of his mouth curled up a little, into a almost-permanant small smile. He has bright eyes with a watery yellow color that kind looks like they were painted with watercolors. He has triangular ears that frame his face, and end with tiny cinder-colored tufts.

From his face flows his neck, and from his neck his back. Sharp shoulder blades move back and forth as he walks (err, limps). His muscles are small, but lean, and if you carefully, you can see the muscles of his back work across the surface of his fur. From his back came his flanks, and then sprouted four limbs and a tail. All of these were normal and proportionally, except for one of his legs. The right back one was bent ackwardly, after Charredrunner lost his balance and fell from a tall tree when he was still an apprentice. This leg never fully recovered, and he now has a limp to prove it. It was this accident that drove him to live the life of a medicine cat.

I almost forgot one of the most important parts. His fur! A cat's pride and joy. Charredrunner has a lovely short orange tabby coat that fits over his frame. His tabby markings are a dark orange, but he has two markings that make him stand out. He possesses small ear tufts that are appear to be burnt fur. He also has a long burnt brown-colored stripe that starts on the back of his neck and runs all along his spine, all the way to the tip of his tail. Also, the fur on his spine and tail is kind of springy, and refuses to lie flat, not matter how many times he grooms himself.


You left something undone, it's now your rerun
It's the one you can't erase
You should have made it right, so you wouldn't have to fight
To put a smile back on your face

Like a lot of guys, Charredrunner isn't really that complex when it comes to his feelings. But while he has a simple mind, that doesn't mean he doesn't conceal some things.

Let's talk about his notable character traits first. First and foremost, he is loyal. He is one of the most loyal cats you'll ever meet. He shows his loyality when he's healing the sick or bandaging up the Moonclan cats that show up on the threshold of his den. Even though he can't fight very well in battle, he just shows his loyality in another way. He's also a very calm and patient guy. Whether he's dealing with a yowling kitten that has a paw full of thorns, or a warrior who's sneezing and coughing and puking, he keeps his cool and helps the patient to calm down so he can work his medical magic.

Another trait of his is that he can sometimes become angry ay someone. This rarely happens, but on occasion, when his injury is acting up, and his patient refuses to take some herbs, he starts to blush underneath his fur and becomes angry. He manages to keep his anger under control, but his tone of voice tells the patient that he or she better do what Charredrunner says, unless they want trouble. This is what he calls his 'last resort', but he rarely has to use it.

While Charredrunner is nice and all, it doesn't mean that he didn't still hold some secrets and begrudging feelings inside. Inside, he is still really mad at Desertfox for persuading him to do that race on that fateful day he fell and injured his leg forever (please see history for full story). Desertfox had been punished for his actions, but Charredrunner still feels that it was still his fault. He doesn't talk to Desertfox much anymore, but he stays close to his sister, although he doesn't approve of how she goes around the male warrior population, if you know what I mean.

Also, his leg still causes him a lot of pain. He chooses to hide it, not because he is being brave, but because he doesn't want others fussing about him when it should be the other way around.


You fall away from your past
But it's following you
You fall away

k i t h o o d.

Ambercross and Moosefur, Charredrunner's mother and father, were an odd match from the start. Ambercross was about ten moons older than Moosefur was, so many clanmates were surprised when she, a beautiful she-cat in her prime with other better-looking toms lusting after, chose this puny youngin' that almost always had his head in the clouds. Some say that she forced him to become her mate. This was possibly true, since she was a stubborn and forceful cat, and she could have easily beat him up (and won) if he had said no. But then again, as some say, opposites attract. They loved each other, but they didn't seem to show it that much in public. In fact, she seemed to love her kits a lot more.

When Ambercross was about 30 moons, she gave birth to Charredrunner (then Charredkit), along with sister Owlkit and brother Desertkit. They had a happy, loving kithood. Their first few moons were full of memories of playing tag and battle, romping around Moonclan camp, and long naps by their mother's flank. Their mother loved them all fiercely, but was strict if they ever got into serious mischief. During those first six moons, they saw their father very little. He usually just popped his head in the nursery, and then Ambercross would leave the kits to go talk to him outside.

a p p r e n t i c e h o o d.

At six moons, Charredkit, Owlkit, and Desertkit, graduated from kithood to apprenticehood. They became Charredpaw, Owlpaw, and Desertpaw. They had all been playful, happy kits, but as they grew older, their personalities took different turns. Charredpaw learned how to be patient and kind from his mentor, who was a lovely lady named Cheetahheart. Owlpaw was still nice and polite, but she had a tendency to suck up to others if she wanted something, or wanted to appeal to then. (She ended having about two or three different mates this way.) And Desertpaw wasn't exactly darker, but he grew more mischievious and secretive. Sometimes, when the warriors weren't looking, Desertpaw stole an extra piece of pray for the three of them to share. Charredpaw felt bad about it, but he never said anything.

But then, tragity struck. While the three siblings were hunting, they came across a tall tree. Desertpaw challenged Charredpaw to see who could reach the top first. Charredpaw, being extremely goody-goody about following the warrior code and the orders given to him, said they shouldn't, since they were supposed to be hunting. But Desertpaw called him a scaredy little mouse, and other names, and finally got him to do it. Owlpaw said politely that it wasn't safe, but didn't do much else.

When Owlpaw said 'go', the two brother clambered up the tree truck and went from branch. At first, Desertpaw was ahead, but Charredpaw was quick, and got ahead. When Desertpaw was some fox-lengths beneath him, he halted on a flimsy branch that was almost to the top, and looked down. "Haha! I'm gonna win," he teased. But then, the tree limb gave way, and Charredpaw plummeted to the ground. He fell in a crumpled heap beneath the tree, with a broken leg. Owlpaw and Desertpaw realized that they were all in a lot of trouble. Owlpaw raced back to camp to get help, while Desertpaw licked the wound and kept saying over and over, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." Then, he blacked out.

The next thing he knew, he was in the medicine cat den. Minnowmask, the medicine cat, told him that in the tree fall, he had broken his leg severely. She said that he was going to live, but his leg would never be the same. It would be difficult to walk, and he'd have a limp. Then, she delivered the most severe news. He probably could never be a warrior. It would prove to be too difficult for him most likely. This made him extremely sad. He had always dreamt of the day where Firestar would speak the sacred words, and he would become a warrior. But now that would never happen.

Charredpaw still stayed in the medicine cat den as his leg finished healing. He usually had nothing to do, unless Minnowmask asked for a little help, or his siblings or mother visited. (His father, not surprisingly, never came. He only came right after the accident. But he had been knocked out, so it didn't count.) He thought a lot about what he was going to do when he left the medicine cat den. He couldn't be a warrior, so what would he be? Would he live with the elders? But he was still only an apprentice! It would be so boring.

ackward i n b e t w e e n stage.

Charredpaw ended up moving in the elder's den for several moons. He hated it immensely there, and spent most of his time hanging around the medicine cat den. If Minnowmask and her apprentice Falconpaw were tangled up in work, he helped them out. When he wasn't helping them, he was very sad. He felt like a burden to his clan, a useless mouth to feed. He began to think about suicide; that's how bad he felt.

He should've been a warrior by now, but he could do nothing about it. He had tried a couple of times to work with the apprentices, but all he did was embrass himself. He was too slow, and was out of practice by then. He sat around, lazy, for moons on end.

A couple of moons ago, he turned 14 moons. It was as boring as every other moon was, until all the trouble about the Tribe of the Nightmares started. This band of evil dead cats began to attack members of each clan, when they were usually by themselves out hunting. It was horrible, and all of the clans met up
at
Jay's Hollow. Charredpaw himself couldn't go, but he heard that all of the clans except Brightclan had decided to meet with the Tribe to fight. He knew that Minnowmask and Falconpaw would need his help now.

Minnowmask and Falconpaw went to the battle, but Charredpaw was not allowed to go. He waited in the medicine cat den in camp for them to come back so he could help them finish up. But only Falconpaw came back. Minnowmask had dissapeared after the battle, she said, and desperately needed his help now. Charredpaw readily agreed, and helped bandage up all of the cats with all of the patientience he could muster.

Only days after that, Falconpaw became Falconfeather, and she became the medicine cat. She still needed a lot of help, so Charredpaw helped her as best as he could. He was almost like her unofficial apprentice for those couple of days as he put new bandages on wounds and she taught him a couple of the basic herbs. But no one expected what would happen next.

m e d i c i n e c a t.

It had only been about 7 sunrises or so since Falconfeather had been named medicine cat. But that morning, as Charredpaw limped to the medicine cat den to see if she needed help today, he heard an odd coughing noise coming from her den. He crossed the threshold and saw that Falconfeather was coughing hard; she was caughing up blood! He knew she was in serious trouble, but he needed to know what to do. He ran as fast as he could with his bad leg to Firestar's den. He woke up his leader and told her what was wrong. They both ran back to see that Falconfeather was choking on the vomit blood. Charredpaw tried massaging her throat, but it didn't work. Her breath left her, and she fell back, dead. The news of her tragic and odd death spread around the camp fast. The camp was in chaos. Who would be the medicine cat?

After Falconfeather's body was buried, Charredpaw volunteered to clean up the medicine cat den. As he attempt to cover up the nasty smell, he heard a small voice in his ear. Charredpaw? All the noises of the frantic camp seemed to dissapear as he turned and saw the faint apparation before him. It was Falconfeather herself, but in spirit form, he guessed. He rubbed his eyes again and again, but the cat would not go away. "Charredpaw, the reason I died was because it was time. I was in fact never supposed to be a medicine cat." She sighed, and continued on. "But, Charredpaw, you are. You are destined to be the next medicine cat." Charredpaw was astounded by this news, but didn't say a word. "Do you accept this position?" Charredpaw managed to nod. "Yes! But..how will I learn? I only know the very basics that Minnowmask and you taught me." The apparation blinked. "There is another way that Starclan uses only in dire need. Runningcloud of Serenityclan also learned this way. We will give you the knowledge you need to be a proper medicine cat." It was Charredpaw's turn to blink. "Okay! I will! But what will Firestar say?" Falconfeather said, "She will believe you. But hear me first. Tomorrow, you must go to Moonshard to recieve this knowledge you need. I cannot give it to you now." Charredpaw nodded eagerly and left to tell Firestar the news. She seemed a bit reluctant, and agreed that he could be medicine cat.

The next day, before he left, Firestar gave him warrior name. He was given the name Charredrunner, and then he left to Moonshard. Deep in the earth, guided by an unknown knowledge, he was able to touch Moonshard and dream with Starclan. He was given the knowledge needed to be a medicine cat, and when he left, he was a true medicine cat.

It hasn't even been a moon, but Charredrunner has served Moonclan as best as he can. He hopes to serve his clan for many moons.


Something I've done that I can't outrun
Maybe you should wait maybe you should run
But there's something you've said that can't be undone

m o t h e r. Ambercross.
f a t h e r. Moosefur.
b r o t h e r. Desertfox.
s i s t e r. Owlcall.
m e n t o r. Cheetahheart.
previous m e d i c i n e c a t s. Minnowmask & Falconfeather.


And you fall away from your past
But It's following you

p o i s o n t e a r s c r a s h d o w n


You fall away
It's following you

The song is
"Fall Away"
by The Fray

OOC The reason I decided to enter this audition is because after the Gathering, I am going to kill off Jasminestar. The mini-plot behind her death will be revealed later. For many reasons I'd rather not list, I'd rather not be a leader anymore. But maybe being medicine cat will be better, if I get the part. -attempts to be optimistic-
and okay, i know falconfeather's death was gross, but I couldn't think of anything else! -shrugs-
and also, if this wins, his sister, owlcall, will be up for adoption.
omg one more thing. sorry it's so long! i went overboard.
-lonelyla.[/blockquote][/size]

[cheshy says grace]

<sub>omg! lonely! you forgot Grieverstone! TT^TT

and minnowmask's a guy o.O</sub>

[lonelylove :D]

Sorry. I'll fix it. I have the brain of a dumbass >< -knocks self on head-

[Wolf]

You had demons to kill click



Within you screaming dancinghare



With a gun loaded with guilt tom



You opened their eyes thirty moons



Love preys the living moonclan



And praises the dead medicine cat



In the heart of our hearts by death we were wed



At first glance, Dancinghare may appear to be a spectre; his slight frame and pale grey pelt seeming to shimmer unnaturally. However, approach the tom and you would see a rather odd looking cat. He walks on long, gangly, legs, with longish feet. His legs join smoothly onto his thin body, which gracefully sweeps down to his delicately thin tail. His shoulders are slightly bumpy, but still thin, and his chest curves softly down to his small and compact stomach. He neck is long and sweeps handsomely upwards to his slightly small head. His head is like the final most intricate part of a stone figure, his muzzle slightly elongated and smooth, and his eyes deep set and shining in a bright hazel colour. Dancinghare’s ears are the most odd thing about him though; long, pointed and standing out from his small head and delicate features. They look almost like they have been stretched out of shape.



Dancinghare’s fur is medium length and silky to the touch. His pelt is many shades of grey; mainly a medium shade of grey, but with light silver-like patches all over, blue grey stripes on his head, front legs, and tail, and finally, splashes of creamy white on his lower legs, muzzle, and his chest.



Bleed well, the soul you're about to sell



Dancinghare is very quiet, soft tom, who will always be there for any of his clanmates, no matter what. He would also help a cat from an enemy clan, if they were in trouble, because if he stands by and does nothing when another cat is in trouble, when he knew he could have done something, it would torture the poor cat for the rest of his life. He has always liked to help others, even when he was a kit, he would go to see the elders and ask is he could help them in any way. He would even try to help injured warriors, scampering over to them on tiny paws as they limped into camp. He has never been afraid of the sight of blood, but is, however, afraid of death claiming the cats he is trying to heal. He will always be ready to help another cat, whatever the problem, at any time of day. He doesn’t mind if they come and wake him up because they have belly ache, or a thorn in their paw, or even if they just had a nightmare and wanted someone to talk to. He feels that his whole purpose in life has always been to take care of his clan, and be a true friend to them always. Dancinghare is rather shy though, so prefers to talk to other cats about their feelings, and keep his own feelings hidden.



For passion deranged, kiss and tell, baby we're bleeding well



Dancinghare’s parent were brave and loyal Moonclan warriors. His mother, Sleepingsun, knew his father, Creepingmelody, since she was an apprentice. She had always liked him a lot, and has secretly dreamed of spending her whole life with him. However, it was Creepingmelody who admitted his feelings first. Another she-cat, Dewfall, also liked Creepingmelody very much. However, Creepingmelody knew that Dewfall tended to lose interest after a few moons and start chasing another cat, so he had no interest in being her mate. Sleepingsun knew that Dewfall loved Creepingmelody, but did not know that he did not feel the same way. Sleepingsun became very upset and quiet, and eventually refused to leave the warrior’s den. No cat could make her come out, so after a while, Creepingmelody decided to find out what was wrong with the sad she-cat. She turned away from him, asking if he was happy with Dewfall. The tom was very confused, and explained that he didn’t even like Dewfall, and had no intention of being her mate, because he was in love with Sleepingsun. Sleepingsun was overjoyed, and both cats exited the warriors den, Sleepingsun back to her normal happy self, and now she also had a mate.



Sleepingsun and Creepingmelody had their first litter of kits, Stonekit, Jumpingkit, and Sleetkit soon after they became mates. Stone kit died of greencough a few moons later, but the other two made it to apprenticeship. After the first litter were apprenticed, Sleepingsun and Creepingmelody had a second litter; Dancingkit, Singingkit, and Dreamingkit. Dreamingkit was still-born, appearing to be in a very deep sleep, hence her name. Dancingkit and his sister Singingkit were the best of friends and very close, even after they became apprentices.



However, one day Dancingpaw and Singingpaw were on a patrol, and a dog attacked. Singingpaw ran away in terror, the dog close behind her, and Dancingpaw following behind; he had sworn he would never let anything harm his sister. However, when he caught up he heard a terrible screech and found the dog’s teeth closing on Singingpaw’s delicate throat. The last thing Singingpaw ever saw was her brother’s eyes, full of despair, rage, and anguish. Dancingpaw, in his fury and sorrow flung himself upon the huge dog, tearing at it with his claws. The dog seized Dancingpaw in it’s powerful jaws, and would have killed the young tom, had the patrol not arrived and all flung themselves at the terrified and shocked dog. Dancingpaw, though badly injured, made a good recovery. However, there was now a Singingpaw shaped hole in his heart that would never heal.



Bleed well, the heart you're about to fail



Sleepingsun [mother]

Creepingmelody [father]

Dreamingkit & Singingpaw [sisters - both deceased]

Stonekit [brother - deceased]

Jumpingfrog and Sleetwind [brothers]



For reasons insane

Kill and tell, baby we're bleeding well in hell



Poison ^Tears Crash ^Down

[broken]

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>>Name

Something so Beautiful...
Something so kind,
My name is Whalesong
If you don't mind...

_._Definition<<

As a orphined kit
Her name, Lonely Sea
She spoke to a whale
with out a scream

xx.Gender;;

She-cat
What? You want me to make something out of this?lol

xx.Age;;

The years seem to fly away from me...
I suppose from all the Time I spent at the sea
I let four years go by
48 moons back would make me smile.

xx.Clan;:

Proud member of MoonClan.

>>Rank

MoonClan Medicen Cat

<<Looks;;

Have you ever seen something, so beautiful, that it takes your breath away? To have suffered a very, cold and bitter night, to only be embraced by the ebbing, and near avoidable arms of the sun? Well, to gaze upon Whale song, is to gaze upon beauty.

She, a big she-cat, with a slim, muscular figure. Just below her shoulder blades, like armor, lay gray fur. Ranging from black, to light gray, and there are also stripes, striding across few places of the same range of colors, gray, and black. Whalesong’s under belly is white as the fog that comes out of the dark swamp, and her paws are just as white. Her fog white paws are very well crafted for swimming, and running.

True, bold signs of a previus traveler. But, her pads aren't that rough, as you might think. They are relitively soft, and gentle. But, her claws are more gray. Yet Sharp as throrns because she never uses them to fight. As well as her paws, pads, and claws her ears lay a fine; might I say, divine example of one, who has scaled many countrysides. Her ears, fit her perfectly, and can hear almost anything, and everything that is going on around her. But, alas, the downfall to this is being a light sleeper.

Ah, a curious young tom, about 12 moons, tried to come up behind Whalesong while she was sleeping. Of course, we all know how this ends. But, the thing, that would surly would not be expected from a cat of her status, would be her eyes. Good, StarClan they are marvelous! Absolutely, memorizing. They are a deep, icey blue that lightens in a capsizing crescendo of blue towards the pupal. As I said before, marvelous and mesmerizing.

But, they might not have been that way, if it weren’t for her face, and the patch of pelt placed perfectly in line, with everything else… But yet, it sticks out as if it were a mask, or a bucket of orange and brown dye had been thrown up at her. Whalesong’s right eye has a big, arrow shaped patch of orange pelt, pointing upwards toward her left ear. There, you will find a flicker of orange, but then bleeds into a brown patch of fur. This fur only fits half of her eye, while the other half is consumed by her white pelt.

It then runs down to her very light gray nose, and whiskers. Whalesong’s whiskers are silky, thick extremely long; about the width of her face, reaching out for her ears. At the opposite end of Whalesong, is her tail. This blue-eyed she-cat’s tail isn’t the longest tail of all cats. It is, sort of short. If she lies down on her stomach, and then she wraps it around her body, it nearly passes the length of her hind leg.[/size]


>>Actions

There are many broken hearts among the lands of which cats roam, and, of which many animals roam. Like the waves, they ebb away at every soul, of every living creature. Two-leg, dog, cat. Every animal has a sad, long, story. But, on the wind, there is a voice. There has always been a voice. It is of hope, and friendship, it is of love. It is Whalesong’s voice.

Whalesong, is a very wise she-cat; Very strong willed, and doesn’t let anything dampen her spirits. Thought, she never shows much joy. Whalesong is a calm, and cool tempered she-cat. She is opted to the ready, so willing to help others. Ever since she was a kit, she was calm and modest. She would never brag or boast, for anything. Not even the slightest flick of her tail, or a twitch of her ear.

Catching her first prey, came in reaction of nothing but a warm, and glowing smile. Whalesong believes, that there is a bit of good in everyone, and she sticks to that thought and belief. Her icey blue eyes are always riveting; Oh so full of life. And, even as she sleeps, her orange and brown face glows with happiness and comtemptment. But, there is a side to her that is rarely ever entered. A door in the back of her mind, leading into a whole new world. Seeing death. Since her parents were killed, she was not able to keep as much of a leveled head as usual.

Dealing with the sick and dieing, rarely accruing for Whalesong though, makes the blue drain from her eyes completely. She came across a very sick she-kit, when she had just ventured away from her two-leg companion. White with dazzling blue eyes, she was cheerful and fun. But she was dieing of a lethal infection. Her back leg was split open. She wasn’t in very much pain, but, since there was little to do, Whalesong just cried for her. She knew her only a week, and the strong she-kit’s battle was over. Now that she is in MoonClan, she has learned to keep that fear in check.

But other than that, she never mocks any one. Doesn’t question one cats decision or, commands any one to do what she says. For that she gently directs them to where they should be heading. If anyone confronts her, with hateful words and a sharp tongue, Whalesong will simply come to a calm and direct approach; In a non-hostile manor. You will not catch this she-cat ever talking about another animal in a hateful fashion. Only kind, and pleasant attributes. Whalesong can easily be befriended, bye the sourest, and the kindest of animals, even two-legs. Thought this is not true, some cats claim that she even befriended a badger. But what is very true, is, she has persuaded a young dog to not terrorize a small family of cats, just north of the two-leg houses. After leaving this family, she said kindly and bluntly, “Good bye my new friend, and, always remember. Not all animals are bad, how big they are, or how many rumors have been sifted to the surface about them.” A warm smile, and a small flick of her tail, and she disappeared into the glowing sunlight.

Ever since she joined Clan life, she has enjoyed herself so much. She has memorized every single herb. By smell, sight, how pugant it is, what herb to treat what wound with, She would be best, and is the best that MoonClan could have ever gotten. She never dislikes any one, and is a good listoner. Her atitude is always the same, andshe is always reliable. When cats come to her to talk, she listons with all her heart. This is what a medicen cat should be. Whalesong will always be proud to be Medicen Cat of MoonClan.

<Past]~

As you may have heard, Whalesong is a beautiful, and very pleasant cat to meet. She has touched the hearts of many animals far across the land. Her story starts, very far from the Clans, far across the mountains and fields. Far away from any Clan colonies, there be the ocean. The water always glistening night and day. This is the place where her story began. Whalesong was born at the beginning of Greenleaf, in a month of which the two-legs call, “July”. But, her name wasn’t always Whalesong, her mother and father names her Lonely Sea. She was an only kit, and oh lord, how beautiful she was. Her mother, was a stunning orange and white tabby, with icey blue eyes. The same stunning blue eyes as her daughter. She had a long and slender figure, and a long slinky tail. Her name was Valley Flower. Whalesong’s Father, was a ginger brown tabby, with darker brown stripes. His eyes were a dark blue. The same color as the moon setting over the ocean. His name, enviably, was Moon. “Lonely Sea” Later known as Whalesong, spent most of her time on the abandoned shore of Emerald Harbor. Though, it wasn’t as alone as she thought it was. There was a shack on the far end of it. No one lived there for many moons, or so her father has told her. But he insists to stay away. When she was five moons old, a beautiful two leg moved in. Well, beautiful for a two-leg of course, but non-the less. She had the looks, and the heart. She loved animals. Or, so Lonely Sea found out a few days later. She was investigating a crab, when a giant German Shepard appeared behind her. It sniffed her face slowly, and then, she met “Kaya”. They met and they became instant friends, even though Kaya was a 21 year old two-leg. They spent time on the beach, and in Emerald Forest. Whalesong doesn’t quiet know how Kaya met her mother and father, but, they did. Before long, a month had past. It was just before dawn. Mist shrouded the forest like a blanket, and Whalesong emerged from the den. She found her mother’s mangled body at the entrance, and two bloody pairs of paw prints. Her mother was drenched in the scent of fox. Her father must have tried to lead the fox away. Tried. Kaya’s dog came barking on a long black rope, her being dragged behind. The dog, Belle, came and licked her face, and Kaya took her in. With the new home, came her new name. Though, it wasn’t straight away. One morning, while walking along the beach, faithful Belle ran ahead. Her bark reflected off of the black sand, and along we came. There in front of the three beings, lay a whale calf. Whalesong came right up to it curiously, and meowed in such a way, where the animal answered back. And she met many other animals after that. Wolves, foxes, bears, horses, and one time, she nearly escaped an encounter with a mountain lion. Escaping, un-scaved. But, she would have to leave before this greater destiny… When she was two years old, she decided that living with her friend Kaya was a half-life. It took much thought. Many moons of thought. She said goodbye to Kaya and Belle. They seemed to understand. Since then, she has met many animals, helping them where help is needed. But those days seemed to come to a close. When she was two moons away from being four, she came across the Clan cats. She came across MoonClan camp, and saw that they were in need of a medicen cat. That they were in need of help. She absolutly loves being a medicen cat.

ooc;;In Character;;ic

The sun inched across the darkening in a side-ways motion, as the clouds gathered at its resting point. Sun light reflected off of the white, evaporated water. Like a laser through a diamond, the light escaped the grasp of the clouds, making color explode in a rhythmic, harmonies fashion. And, with a moment of light, a flash and the moment was gone. And the moon slowly rose, making the world around it shine blue. The forest glowed in the full moons light, getting hesitantly brighter with every ascending step into the sky. A white and gray pelt could be seen in the moonlight, shining down on it as if it were a spotlight. The animal’s icey blue eyes bled into the dim night. Whalesong sat and pruned her claws. No hunting this day, she had only walked. It was a great distance from her home, clear across the mountains. She faced many threats there. Falcons were at her every turn, the sharp rocks and pointers in the ground to be weary of… and the weak ledges. They would crumble under paw before getting a chance to recover. Instead, a cruel death. And the thing she encounters that frightened her most, was her encounter with a cougar. It was scary, seeing the blazing light ginger pelt, and many cats heavier than she, one bite and be done with. Whalesong rested her paw on the giant stone she was on, and let a quiver, shimmy down her pelt. It was going to be a long night ahead of her.

A year later

The wind blew very softly through bramble, and the quivering maple leaves createing a soft whistleing. The smell of the forest rushed through the entrance, as Whalesong entered the camp. She carryed burdock root, and was heading for the Medicen Cat den. Alot can happen in a year, and this she-cat had acomplished alot. She went from a lone travler, to a very well known, and a very beloved Medicen cat, of MoonClan. Whalesong purred at the thought. She entered her den. Her den. Well, she had always wanted to help cats when she was travleing, and now, she had gotten the golden appritunity to help her fello cat. This, was what she was ment to do. This was her destiny.



Relationships/Kin

Whalesong considers every meber of the Clan, a member of her family. Other than that, far far away, live her two-leg companion. Kaya, and her dog Belle

Other;;

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OOC: I worked nearly four hours on this... o.O any way, None of my spelling mashiens on the site, or on word works. None of them. It lets in alot of viruses... so, there are alot of Spelling mistakes... And I know this is a semi liturate site so please forgive meh! x3
Oh well, I just thought I would try out... holy crap I put WAY too many commas in there!

[lonelylove :D]

Dude, Charredrunner wasn't even alive when that happened! -.-;

And this site is completely literate, you know.

[broken]

I'm sorry, I am just going off what I read.

In Character: [an example of your roleplaying for your first biography. More than ten sentences, please. This site is supposed to be at least semi-literate]

Sorry for the mis under-standing...

[SHADE. :D]

Since when has BRC been literate? .___.
It's semi-literate.

[Ice]

<sup>Name:
Glazingfire

Gender:
Tom

Age:
20 moons

Rank:
Medicen cat

Clan:
Moonclan

Looks:
Glazingfire is a very handsome tom. His muzzle is white, and also is some of his chest and paws. His pelt is a lovely amber color, with some tan and dark brown put together. His tail is very long, longer then most cats tails and it has many colors. His legs are long and muscular, and his paws are bigger then most cats. Glazingfire's claws and teeth are some what dull from all the fights, but they still can hurt a cat very easly and the dullness make the wounds more painful. His teeth and claws are stained with the blood color, but it is fadded. His eyes are a deep forest green, they are always full of hatered or pain.

Actions:
Glazingfire is a very kind cat. He loves to play around with his herbs. THere is nothing you can do (besides tell Glazingfire that there is a cat in need) to get him out of his den. Glazingfire likes to be in his den playing with his herbs, helping a cat who needs it, or out hunting down herbs. THe only thing he dislikes is having to go into battle and killing other cats, but he doesn't mind killing other animals. Glazingfire fears ever having to loose a cat for his clan that he can help, but didn't get there in time. He also fears ever leaving his clan without a well trained apprentice, that isn't ready to take on the duety of being a Medicen cat. Glazingfire knows that if he tries hard enough he will succed to do his clan good for many seasons.

Past:
When Glazingfire was born he was the oldest out of his 10 brothers and 2 sisters. Glazingfire always stayed out of all his siblings way, he was always the loner of the group because he loved to look at herbs and find out what they did. When Glazingfire became an apprentice his mentor -Falconfeather- Loved to watch Glazingfire grow to be a good and loving medicen cat. But when Glazingfire was 11 moons something terrible happend. There was a fight between clans. mostly all of Glazingfire's family accepte his 2 sisters died. Glazingfire suffered for a long while after that. When Glazingfire got his warrior name he forgt all about his pain and suffering. He lived for his clan, heald for any clan, and loved his clan. He only trusted his clan and the other medicen cat's, but not all of the time did he trust the medicen cats. Ten after just a little while he started getting to know cats at the gatherings better, and now he can trust more cats with more things. Also he still loves to play with his herbs.

In Character:
The sun was high in the air, but blood was in the air. There was a stench of blood everywhere glazingpaw scented. Suddenly there was a yowl and Glazingpaw ran to see his sister
-Dimondpaw- in the way of a rogues reach, the rogues claws were unsheated ready to feel the blood of Dimondpaw. Glazingpaw ran to the aid of his sister, running his claws across the rouges out streched paw. "Get away from my sister you piece of fox-dung!" Glazingpaw yelled at the rogue. "Are you ok?" Glazingpaw asked his couring sister. "I am fine, thanks Glazingpaw, but why now do you stand out in our family?" Dimondpaw looked at her brother with confusion. "Because I don't want anymore cats crowding my den!' Glazingpaw joked. 'Where's Stormclaw and Silvernight?' Glazingfire asked his little sister, worried about their mom and dad. "I don't know, but do you know where Lovelypaw is?" Dimondpaw asked about their sister. Their brothers had already been killed by a 3 clanners. "No I don't even know where mother and father are!" Glazingpaw yelled at his annoying sister. "You go find Lovelypaw and I go find Silvernight and Stormclaw!" Glazingaw ran off before his sister could say yes or no. Then Glazingpaw blinked and saw all three of his relatives laying there all bloody. Finally Glazingpaw blinked again and he was laying in a moss bed in the Medicen cats den.

Relationship/kin:
Stormclaw; Father/Dead
Slivernight;Mother/dead
Dimondlove;Sister/Alive
Lovelyheart; Sister/Alive
Firenight;Brother/dead
Iceblood;Brother/alive
Waterfall;brother/dead
Leafsoul;Brother/alive
Glacierpelt;Brother/dead
Scarsong;brother/alive
Bloodyfoot;Brother/dead
Deathlyspirit;Brother/alive
Deathfeather;brother/dead
Starpool;Sister/Alive

Other:

Codewords:
Poison tears crash down</sup>

[MIMPPHI. \\]

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Abysskit

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male

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3-4 moon

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Medicine Cat Apprentice

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Moonclan

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Abysskit is a short-haired grey-blue tom-kit. He has long legs that are grey-blue. He has small grey-blue paws, his right fore-paw is snowy white at the tip. He has a long grey-blue tail, this is the only part in his body that is fluffy. His belly is grey-blue with some white by the legs. His flank is long and thin when he isn't laying down, his pelt is blue with grey tips. His chest is snowy white and almost fluffy, not quit there yet. His neck is long and grey-blue, darker then the rest of his body. His head is shaped like a triangle in an hour-glass shape. The fur on his head is grey-blue, around his almond shaped eyes are white making the aquamarine irises stand out. His ears are normal sized and snowy white tips. His muzzle holds sharp ivory teeth and a black nose. His claws are a strange grey color that glow dark blue under bright light. His whiskers are long and grey-blue. His body glimmers when the bright sun hits it.

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Abysskit is a very hyper-active tom. His favorite things to do is talk, bounce around, and talk. He talks as fast as the wind and sometimes it gets hard to understand him after awhile, he sometimes space's off when he's talking to someone and might slur his words. He bounces around his siblings like a rabbit, this is only when he's hyper. He is very kind but gets introuble with his over-active imagination, he sometimes scares his siblings with stories he hears from the elders only twisted around. He doesn't care of what others think of him and doesn't really care if they think he's a freak. He doesn't pay much attention to what's happening around him, only if he's hurried somewhere. His voice sounds speaky and small, but it will mature into a husky sounding voice. He has photograghic memory pasted down from his mother, making it useful for when he talks to others. He isn't very wise and considers himself a slow learner, he wants desprately to be medicine cat like Minnowmask. He is very helpful when it comes to figuring out horrible problems, like where camps are, rogues are, what others have said, and news on other clans. He is a very good listener when he wants to be and loves to hear gossip, he loves to spread it also. He is against lying to anyone, not even a rogue, learning from his mother well. He thinks of himself as the medicine cat of his siblings and loves to help Minnowmask and Falconfeather in the medicine cat's den. He would protect his clan even if it meant risking his chances of becoming a medicine cat.

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Abysskit was born to Sapphireheart and Justicefaith, he has 3 siblings, Topazkit the oldest and strongest, Remedykit in line after Topazkit and most fiery, Harmonykit in line after Abysskit and most wise. His mother is like a mother to the clan and his father was a loyal warrior, his father was deeply in love with Sapphireheart when he saw her but she didn't know she loved him yet. One day when they went for a hunt with Sapphireheart's sister, Blueheart, the 2 wondered away from Blueheart. Justicefaith made sure that Blueheart wouldn't be near them when he would finally confess his love. When he did Sapphireheart blazed with the love that rose higher then the love of her clan, she told him she loved him too. A couple moons later Sapphireheart was pregnant with 4 kits. She will have Abysskit and his siblings after the battle when she finds out Justicefaith was killed. Abysskit and his siblings are born now and they get into a lot of trouble except for his twin, Harmonykit, sometimes others can't even believe that the 2 are twins let alone related.

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Mother.:.Sapphireheart
Father.:.Justicefaith[deceased]
Brother.:.Topazkit
Sisters.:.Harmonykit,Remedykit
Aunts.:.Hawkfire[deceased], Blueheart[deceased]
Uncle.:.Caveheart[deceased]
Half-Cousins.:.Mimekit, Firekit, Wolfkit, Shadowkit, Sapphirekit

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twin of Harmonykit

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Poison Tears Crash Down

[KURI. (happy birfday to me :D)]

No offense, Sapphi, but how the heck does a 3-4 moon-old kit without a mentor become medicine cat? >.<'' It would really make much more sense if you made a new character entirely.

[Dansen[Mouse]]

Um, Kuri, I think she's going for Medicine cat apprentice.

[FIREH!!]

<sub>Alright. The descisions were very hard to choose. And I'm sorry everyone who wasn't chosen. Everyone did an amazing job.

For the medicine cat apprentice, I was stuck between two. Solemnpaw or Harmonypaw. But in the end, I chose Harmonypaw. Mouse has never had a high position and I know she'll do a terrific job. Congratulations!!


For the Medicine Cat, I will announce that in a week.































Just kidding!!

Alright. I was stuck between three cats. Charredrunner, Seafeather, and Dancinghare. All of you did a terrific job, and if I could have three medicine cats, I would choose all of you. But I can't, sadly.

One of the reasons I held auditions, was to give people who had never had a high position a chance. I spoke to Shade, and we agreed that this cat deserves it.

So everyone, welcome your new medicine cat, Dancinghare. It was a very tough descision. I really hope you all keep your cats in Moonclan as warriors. Thank you so much for auditioning. And I'm sorry to the ones who didn't win.</sub>

[SHADE. :D]

Congratulations to Mouse and Wolf.
And well done to everyone who tried! *hands out cookies*

[cheshy says grace]

*takes cookie and shoves it in mouth* IT WASN'T ENOUGH *takes another depression cookie*

[[xoxo] shard. :)]

Congratz Mouseth and Wolfitude! =D
It makes sense that Mouse won, 'cause I already have a high position. And she certainly deserves it. =3
Nice to know that I was runner-up, though. =3

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[Wolf]

Lol Wolfitude XD That's amazing lol. Thanks Shardio

[Dansen[Mouse]]

I won?! AWESOME!!!!!

Thanks, Fireh <3

Me no get cookie? 0^0

[x.Jolly.x]

^{Congrats, Mousey and Wolfadoozieness!!
Silly Mousey, She handed cookies out to everyone xD.}

[Dansen[Mouse]]

Oh, thought it was just to those who didn't win -grabs hand full of cookies-

-stuffs all cookies in mouth-

-starts to choke-

[all out JINX ♥]

_{congratz Mouseh and Wolf..... you guys have fun with your medicine cats........ -walks off without any cookies-}

[cheshy says grace]

_{*chucks cookie at back of rogue's head* TAKE IT LIKE A MAN... I MEAN WOMAN. *shoves another cookie in mouth*}

[lonelylove :D]

congrats you guys! everybody was good :] I guess it was nice that Charred was a runner up :3 I'm gonna edited his bio and use him for realz. lol :]

[cheshy says grace]

_{*shoves cookies in lonely's mouth* WOO}

[lonelylove :D]

-chokes- hey! -swallows hard- mmm cookies :]