Open Auditions!

[Stoney]

AUDITIONS
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Since all of our positions did not get filled, we are holding open auditions. This thread will be up until they are all filled. Basically you reply, and we'll decide once we read the audition whether we like it and want your cat for that position. You do not need to make a bio before auditioning. There is no deadline for this; however, that doesn't mean that we'll pick the first person that applies. Now on to what we need:

*Please keep in mind deputies must be older than 35 moons.

• WindClan deputy
  
• RiverClan deputy
  
• ThunderClan medicine cat
  
• ThunderClan medicine cat apprentice
  
• RiverClan medicine cat apprentice
  

Please fill out this application when auditioning!

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Position:
Thoughts on the living situation:
Personality:
RP Sample: Must in this character's point of view. This doesn't mean first person, it just means the rp sample must be written using the character you are applying with rather than a sample taken from an old post or another cat.

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[GAELIC]

Name: Rosebud

Age: 35 Moons

Gender: Male

Position: RiverClan Deputy

Thoughts on the living situation:
He is devastated by the massive territory loss and worries for the new tensions caused by the close-quartered territories. Rosebud is open-minded, but old grudges lie deep in many cats and he isn't sure how best to approach the situation. While his attempt is to keep spirits high and quench his own unease, many cats' fur continues to bristle. Cooperation is what is needed between the clans, but Rosebud knows it won't come easy. Deep in his mind, he wonders if it would be better to battle it out and let the fitter clan embrace survivors from the fallen.

Personality:
Rosebud is always looking on the up side, both for his sake and for the sake of others. When times are tough such as in battle or when prey is scarce, Rosebud is the one that will rally other cats' spirits and make them believe the sun will shine again. He can be trusted to do what needs to be done, so long as such an action follows what he believes is right. If he has a disagreement, he will voice it, even if it means reparations on his part. Rosebud will not preform actions on whim or because at the time it seemed like a good idea. Every move taken that could cause serious effects is well thought out and considered. Even in times of battle and hardship, Rosebud thinks through possibilities and will not behave rashly due to anger or fear. Despite this, he loves to play the hero. Although he does not think of it in this way, he is always the first to put himself in danger when others are at risk. Sometimes this willingness is straight-out reckless and causes more harm than good and when this is the case, Rosebud takes whatever punishment is decided for him, owning up to his faults and doing what it takes for him to be able to once again walk with his head held high with pride. Mistakes happen and no one is perfect. The apprentices wandered into Windclan territory chasing a rabbit? It wouldn't be the first time, and Starclan knows it won't be the last. The kits snuck out of the nursery and went exploring? It happens every once and again, they just need to learn patience and be given something worth wile to do with their time. Rosebud understands this and won't punish a cat on the principle of, "You did wrong and should have known better." He'll hear them out and come to a decision based on the circumstances, their attitude, and the severity of their actions. Some cats disagree with him on this, thinking things more serious than he takes them and that he just allows everything to blow over and never doll out punishment. Having been described as "fatherly," Rosebud is the sort that would teach apprentices that weren't his, if they came to him expressing a desire to learn; the kind of cat that would curl up in the nursery with kits that are not his own to keep them warm in the winter when there are not enough queens to care for them all; the kind that treats elders with respect and dignity, no matter how foul or grumpy they are to him. He does not yell or teach through punishment, but encourages others and keeps their spirits high by listening and helping. Rosebud is the cat that’s everybody’s best friend. He’s always there when someone needs cheering up and knows multiple ways to make someone laugh or smile. This friendly attitude started when he was a young apprentice and has blossomed since. Over the moons, there have been few cats that Rosebud has not been able to get along with, no matter how stubborn or resentful they are. Being the friendly sort, Rosebud is outgoing in conversation and social-life. He does what he can to get others to come out of their shells and be friendly and outgoing, hoping that they will have a better kindred with the clan if they do so. Although he is not an elder, Rosebud is an avid story-teller and loves to entertain others with humorous or adventurous tales. Despite his friendly and caring attitude, Rosebud does not reveal much about himself. He doesn't like to discuss his personal information, and though he tells stories of his apprenticehood, it is never anything of significance; all trivial stories for entertainment or teaching purposes. Secretly, Rosebud longs for a mate and kits, even though his roll as the carefree bachelor is well-known. The reason behind his giddy and kind nature is not simply because that is the sort of cat that he is, but rather because of what happened in his past that has caused him to become the best friend of the clan. Not that he minds this, he loves his way of life. But his past still looms around him like a cloud and haunts his dreams. It's his biggest secret and deepest regret, and only a few in the clan know what happened.

RP Sample:
It was a warm day in early new-leaf and the sun shone richly down on the river and the cats that lay basking at its edge. Having finished their patrol early, Rosebud, Lillywhisker, Creamfoot and Willowpaw had decided to relax and enjoy the moment of peace. Since the destruction of the territories, such times were few and far between, making them precious when they presented themselves.
Yawning, Rosebud rolled onto his back and stretched out, purring deeply as the warmth of the rocks he laid on seeped into his fur. It had been Willowpaw’s idea to come back to this part of the river and relax and Rosebud found himself admiring her developing ideology more and more. Opening his eyes he glanced over at her, he noticed how big she’d grown over the past moons. Smiling, Rosebud thought back to when she was a kit, always wandering out of the nursery to go exploring and then complaining to him when she had to care for the elders because of it. And now she’s almost finished with her apprenticeship. he thought warmly, closing his eyes and purring again, feeling, for the first time in almost a moon, unconditionally happy.
“Hey, look!” Rosebud pricked his ears in the direction of Lillywhisker’s voice and rolled back onto his side to look at her. “What is it?” The warrior was sitting at the river’s edge and staring into its waters. “Would you just come and look?” She snapped good-naturedly and Rosebud purred and heaved himself to his paws. Padding over he took note of Creamfoot’s soft snores and chuckled inwardly. The poor tom had stayed up half the night with his mate as she had been kitting. Sitting next to Lillywhisker, Rosebud peered down at the water. “Now what is it? Did another fish get away from you?” He asked and she nudged him, but purred as she said, “No, you mouse-brain, there!” Rosebud looked to where she pointed with her tail and saw, to his surprise, two ThunderClan apprentices belly-deep in the water splashing around and mewling as the water seeped into their fur. “Looks like ThunderClan’s looking for new prey.” Chuckling to himself, Rosebud lay down and watched the apprentices intently.
After a while Willowpaw and Creamfoot had woke up and joined Rosebud and Lillywhisker in watching the apprentices. They now sat at the water’s edge and glared at the fish that swam just out of their reach. “They don’t know how to do it, do they?” Willowpaw asked, turning to Lillywhisker who chuckled and shook her head. Rosebud sat silent and thoughtful. He missed it when Willowpaw questioned him and only withdrew from his thoughts when Creamfoot nudged him lightly in the shoulder. “Shall we head back to camp?” The tom asked him and Rosebud smiled, seeing that his friend was anxious to get back to his mate and newlyborns. “Yes, let’s go.” He purred and the patrol padded off in the direction of RiverClan’s camp, but Rosebud’s mind stayed at the water’s edge, watching the ThunderClan apprentices struggle in the water in an attempt to catch fish.
What if we taught them how? Though he knew many of the clan would call him a blasphemer and disloyal for even thinking it, Rosebud continued to entertain the idea. ThunderClan was as devastated by the destruction of the territory as RiverClan was and there had always been more than enough fish to feed the clan, let alone the other prey found on the territory RiverClan still had. Maybe ThunderClan had lost more than they all thought.
What if we taught them how?

[Shells]

Congrats to Gaelic for getting the RC deputy position! That position is now closed.

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[COBWEB]

Name: Lichenfrost
Age: 48 Moons of Age
Gender: Female
Position: Windclan Deputy
Thoughts on the living situation:

"I believe the whole thing is rather entertaining. I think Starclan gets bored wandering their beautiful sky, jumping from star to star and sleeping on their nests of clouds, that's why they decided to toy with the living. They've grown restless and I think they have a sick, twisted mind. It's pretty humorous seeing Shadowclan paired with Thunderclan and I'd love to meet which ever Starclanner set that up. Starclan likes to play games and this is just another one of their games. Once they get bored of it everything will go back to normal until the next game begins and all of us will be little pawns.

As for Riverclan moving in with us, I'm not particularly fond of it. However as a clan I'm sure we can learn some things from them. New skills perhaps? I think if we're forced to live with one another might as well get some benefits out of the deal, right? As long as their kittens, apprentices, and their whiny queens stay out of my fur I won't complain. No one wants to be smooshed together on one territory but there's no point arguing and fighting. Nothing gets done then. But I'll be ecstatic when they leave our moors, it's starting to reek of fish and I'm sure it'll take moons for the scent to blow away."

Personality:

grudge holder - skeptical - witty - sarcastic - analytic - intelligent - crass - grim - competitive

loner || she likes to be by herself or in a small group of respected warriors. a lot of things irk her and so she chooses to detach herself from the things that irritate her. apprentices, for one example, annoy her to no extent. they're bratty or too eager to please. if one is paired with lichenfrost that apprentice has their work cut out for him or her. the she-cat is particular in her taste for friends and a very select few tend to make the cut. she just doesn't want to be burdened by trivial pieces of gossip, unless she gets to make fun of it, or hear about a queen go on and on about her future kittens. she likes intelligent conversations and intrigue.

reckless || the she-cat tends to think of the warrior code as a set of well-written guidelines. but if and when she becomes the leader she see knows that she wouldn't be nearly as strict as most. she thinks that starclan is a bit sexist when a male leader may take up a mate and have children whereas a female cannot. then there's the medicine cat rule. she wouldn't mind nixing that rule as well. if the clan fell under her leadership things would tend to change a bit but that doesn't mean wouldn't love her clan. she'd do what she could to make it safe and continue to make it prosper, but she can be a little reckless with her decisions.

closet romantic || in truth she'd like a mate and kittens (but if someone ever found that out she might cut their throat out). however her mate would have to be romantic and be able to hold his own against her. she doesn't want some pansy, she wants a real tom who will challenge her, who will fight with her, and then wind up in a steamy lock of passion. but for now she just likes to watch the handsome toms that parade around her camp, and now that there's riverclanners, there's even more beautiful bodies to watch.

RP Sample:

Lichenfrost sat between the rows of golden stalks, her grey eyes focused on Charredkit. The kitten hadn’t been missing for very long but it was long enough to induce the queens to start panicking. Some claimed that a fox must’ve stolen him and others made up even more hare brained ideas. The commotion gave the Windclan deputy a headache and threw her into a bad mood. Wispstar was prepared to organize patrols to search for the kitten but Lichenfrost would hear none of it. A kitten could not get very far, especially since it didn’t know the territory. Her main concern was the danger the kitten had decided to throw himself in. Although Windclan didn’t have to deal with foxes, wolves, or badgers often there were birds of prey that they did worry about. Charredkit wouldn’t have a chance if a hawk or eagle found his sorry ass first.

The black she-cat blinked. She had watched the young tom stalk the bird foolishly and yet she made no move to rescue him. He leaped upward, hooking into the post with his claws. It was an impressive jump for a kitten and she’d have to compliment him on that if he managed to live through today’s excursion. Of course the right thing to do would have been to save him right away. Correct his mistake before he even realized what sort of trouble he landed himself into. The hawk with its hooked beak and long talons could fillet Charredkit in one simple motion. However the unconventional she-cat allowed the tom to climb up the post until he was face to face with the beast. A grin uncurled upon her muzzle as the kitten’s eyes widened. The hawk looked at him, his sharp eyes glinted in the sunlight. It flapped its powerful wings sending Charredkit tumbling. Its cry carried and stretched over the moors. In a smooth motion the bird was airborne and gunning for the tom kitten. It’s first strike was a miss, a purposeful miss. I guess even birds like playing with their food, Lichenfrost mused.

The hawk circled while Charredkit cowered with his tail tucked between his legs. Perhaps now you’ve learned your lesson? She wondered as she bunched her muscles. The hawk dove a second time, its talons extended—just waiting to sink into the pathetic kitten’s flesh. The deputy bolted from her crouched position and leapt. Her claws sunk into the bird and she brought it down to the ground, her fangs sunk into its soft neck and it was over. The sickening crunch silenced the meadow. She turned her emotionless, grey eyes onto the adventurer at her paws. He was still shaking and the fear scent coming off of him was nauseating. “Pick it up,” she said and pointed a single claw at the limp hawk. “You can bring it back to camp.”

She didn’t wait for him to protest or see if he was following her—she continued to walk toward camp, unbothered by the fact that she could’ve let the kitten die.

[Jinx]

Name: Lightpaw

Age: 8 moons

Gender: Female

Position: Medicine cat apprentice

Thoughts on the living situation:
"I was shocked at first when WindClan an offered us their hospitality, why offer the rival Clan sheltervat the heart of your Camp where they can hear the gossip and secret that can be used against yourself, but soon I came to a realization, they did it so that StarClan won't blame them for the death of the graceful RiverClan. Which bring me to the next point, I strongly believe in StarClan like my fellow apprentice and our mentors, who by the way are Dogstorm and my "Ojo-sama"(Bluepool) But that is the only thing most WindClan cats and RiverClan cats have in common besides appearance and personality, which is one reason why I'm glad to have StarClan here. Well, anyways I'm glad that RiverClan was helped by WindClan, but that doesn't mean I like the WindClan cats. Most I think are a bit grouchy, but I fine with all of them, at least they helped when ShadowClan wouldn't. And that about sums up what I think of this awkward situation.

Personality:

formal

Lightpaw tends to be a very formal cat referring to her mentor as Ojo-sama, which means mistress, something she learned from her two-leg past. Also, she tends to call the female warriors Miss _____ and the male warriors Sir_____. She also tends to refer to Phantherstar, Superior One at times. Sadly, her formal manner does not extend to apprentice for she can not think of a name worthy enough... yet.

soft-spoken

Lightpaw may not look like it, but is actually pretty soft-spoken to most. She is a bit shy, which is the main cause of her soft words, though who know if she might get over her shyness ad come out of her hard shell.

protective

Lightpaw is very protective of those around her and would horrify her if something bad happened to them. Though a medicine cat apprentice, she is very protective of her "Ojo-sama" and would fight to death to protect her, though she might hesitate to help the WindClan cats.

intelligent

What was that? Oh, it's just Lightpaw lecturing a poor apprentice. Lightpaw is known to be smart and full of knowledge.. about herbs of course and other matters, like good manners, the use of herbs, but thats a lecture for another day

RP Sample:
Lightpaw sighed as she got up from her nest. She stumbled as she slipped on a piece of catnip, the medicine cat apprentice fumbled with her paws and soon regained her footing Mouse-dung she thought. She was still not used the early mornings, even a moon had pasted since the dawn of her not so tragic life as a medicine cat apprentice. She walked to the store and began what she did everyday. Lightpaw's paw hovered over the dock leaves, they made a cat's pelt smooth, like a river... very uncanny... Lightpaw thought as she went on. She did not need to be trouble by that WindClan geezer's words, they weren't from StarClan... right? If they weren't from StarClan then that was good enough for her. "Ojo-sama we're low on marigold as we could use more yarrow too," Lightpaw mewed in her soft voice, but loud enough that her mentor would hear. She turned to see Bluepool's reaction ,but the flood was faster. Lightpaw could hear its pounding footsteps running for the Camp waiting to lick them up like fishes in a pound. The medicine cat apprentice let out a mew of surprise as she pecked out of the den, but what she saw horrified her, the RiverClan deputy had walked to the edge of Camp staring at the waves. Wait... waves... FLOOD! the thought blasted as the RiverClan deputy went under and the flood continued its path raging through the Camp taking countless RiverClan lives. Then everything went black as she hit the ground wet and fainted and barely alive, all she could think of was that nothing would the same anymore... nothing. Yet that thought was comforting...

[COBWEB]

Name: Swanfeather
Age: 31 Moons
Gender: Male
Position: Thunderclan Medicine Cat

Thoughts on the living situation:

"I find the events unfolding to be quite chilling and grim. Although I always strive to look at a glass half-full, it's becoming harder to see it as so. There is so much strife and pain, arguing, bickering, and lashing out at one another. It's like my personal hell and I cannot help but wonder if Starclan is testing me. Thunderclan and Shadowclan have never seen eye to eye and I do not know how long our truce will last. I fear the scent of carnage and the sight of blood being spilled over petty squabbles. We have to find hope and a way to bring tranquility over the lands or else I fear for everyone's safety."

Personality:

feminine – cheerful – gentle – caring – motivated – observant – patient – kind – snuggly – warm

affectionate || the tom is very affectionate and cuddly. when he gets excited he’s bound to pull the nearest feline in for a hug. he’s like a ball of sunshine and felines can’t helped but get sucked into his happiness. yet, although he is quite affectionate and charming he has no lustful thoughts toward any particular gender. he loves kittens and tends to dote on them, in fact he goes quite ga-ga over them, but he never thinks about having ones of his own or taking up a mate (even if he could). he’s simply not interested or attracted to anyone in that regard.

tender || swanfeather became a medicine cat because he cares about others, even if they aren’t the nicest felines. he’ll help anyone without hesitation, it doesn’t matter to him. he’s a complete softy and he even feels guilty when he’s eating prey. he can’t help but think that the pound of flesh he’s eating had a family or something of the sort before one of his clan members snapped its neck. swanfeather knows it’s silly to think about such a ridiculous notion but he still can’t help but feel guilty every time he takes a bite out of his prey.

loyal || this tom will always stand by what he thinks is right. he is loyal to himself, his family, and to starclan. he also believes in karma and that if felines try to mess with him or anyone else, karma will bite them in the ass later on in their life. because of this thought he never acts out in violence. he always manages to be calm and sensible when there’s an argument breaking out. his loyalties doesn’t necessary lie in thunderclan but moreover to starclan and their wishes. he believes there is no greater good than their starry ancestors.

RP Sample:

swanfeather was awoken by a beam of moonlight that was attempting to pry his eyes open. it succeeded and the feminine tom fluttered his eyes open. it took him a moment for his eyes to adjust. all around him shadows perched, little wisps—like outstretched fingers—dug into the soil and feasted on the remaining pools of light. their little makeshift camp was nothing in comparison to their home before the two-legs started meddling in their affairs. the medicine cat blinked, peeled back his lips, and yawned. his clan mates were safely tucked away inside their lopsided dens, their snores adding to the quiet symphony of night.
a smile graced his lips when he stood and stretched. he shook the few tufts of moss from his fur before he trotted out of camp. he took the opportunity to explore shadowclan’s territory a little more. unlike his warrior companions, he wasn’t interested in memorizing the land for future battle tactics or anything of the like. no, the tom was curious as to which herbs grew in their rival clans territory and if there was anything to be discovered.

traveling by moonlight wasn’t necessarily the most intelligent route to go but then again, the tom preferred it to the scalding sun. plus, there was always the added bonus of finding a herb that only bloomed at night—such a plant was a rare find. the thought made him giddy and so he picked up his pace. as long as i don’t bump into any shadowclanners… he thought. it wasn’t that he was prejudice toward the other clan but he didn’t want to deal with the accusations or the suspicion. what he wanted, more than anything, was peace and to care for others. it surprised the tom that there were even medicine cats in shadowclan considering they were usually so hostile and rather uncaring. stereotyping, swanfeather told himself and frowned.

the territory was quiet aside from the hum of insects. he found the noise to be rather pleasant as he continued on with his excursion. there didn’t seem to be anything out of place or rarities that needed to be discovered. a wave of disappointed huddled around him but he refused to believe that there wasn’t something worth discovering—even the smallest thing could hold the greatest amount of value. but it didn’t seem that luck would be on his side, at least not tonight. there was no point in turning around or hiding, the small group of shadowclan warriors had already spotted him. he blew out a breath before seating himself on his haunches, welcoming their snarky remarks and probing stares. the tom had nothing to hide.

[Shells]

Congrats to Jinx for getting RiverClan medicine cat apprentice and to Cobweb for getting ThunderClan medicine cat! Those positions are now closed.

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[silhouette]

Name: Ternpaw
Age: Seven Moons
Gender: Male
Position: Thunderclan MCA
Thoughts on the living situation:
"Being only one moon old when the flooding happened, its hard to remember Thunderclan's territory. Only the quick peeks of the land as we were rushed away toward Shadowclan. I really had no clue what was going on. All I knew was that I wanted to stay as close to my mother as possible. She carried me the whole way, I was only small. I wish I had been older when this all happened. Not remembering your true home is difficult now that you live in a cluttered mess.

I think that its hard on everyone. Life always has a way of reminding one that it can be worse. My mentor Swanfeather and my mother seems to hate it. Its not the place where you want your kit to grow up in. Yet I think I get more experiences this way. Thunderclan and Shadowclan can't fight for much longer. Either there will be a war or everything will calm down. I hate the fact of war between two clans that live so close. I just hope that we can rebuild thunderclan's land in the space we have and still be happy about that."

Personality:
>>reasonable
He takes a lot of time to decide things and think his options though. Now, this doesn't mean when hes caring for another cat. No this is when his choice is within his paws. He makes everything reasonable. Everything has a cause being it or a reason for being there. Its almost like he looks at things from another point of view. He sees everything twice and then knows how to act.

>>optimistic
The richer life is seeing the glass half full. Even though many bad things have happened in the short amount of time Ternpaw has been alive. He knows that his past doesn't equal his future. He can move on, yet still morn over the items in his life he has lost. He always thinks about what he can make happen, how it is his duty to cure the warriors that fight for his life. Even if he can't stand up for himself, he has a whole clan that will stand for his right to be alive.

>>caring and honorable:
A cry for help, a scream of pain, or a dying cat's last breath, and you can be sure that Ternpaw stands near the body, his ice blue eyes calculating, his face completely sadden.

When he doctors his patients, his voice is sweet, caring as he tells them straight-forward what to eat when and when to sleep. When he delivers the death sentence, remaining silent as the cat cries out and nuzzles their loved ones, telling them through barely concealed tears that they are dying. He though, like any good medicine cat can remain motionless or knows when bravery is in order. Fighting to save any loyal warrior who falls to the ground from hunger or thirst from a hard winter day.

>>jealously :
Even though he would never admit it. He holds jealously over all the other cats in his clan. He wishes he could use his muscles in the way the other cats could. To run and hunt and battle without having to worry about falling or running into something. To let his muscles burn with the lenght of running through the forest. All these things make him jealous of others. For him, its often hard to hold back his jealously. Which comes to him in burst of anger. He often deals with these bursts by sinking himself in his herb piles and staying away from others.

>>dealing with blindness:
Being half blind is more trouble then it seems. He now often runs into other cats when not listening or deciding something in his head. Or even runs into walls or trees. The only time Ternpaw can truly see is when getting dreams from Starclan. He never minds the far walks to the Moonstone, for he gets to see the world around him. He knows many places in the Clan's land just by the tips of his paws. Though, still trips over then a lot.

All these things makes Ternpaw himself. He never asks for help, or lets others treat him like he's special for him blindness. If he simply bumps into someone, he says sorry and that its his fault. He has learned to learn his surroundings quickly and be wise about each step. He learned cats from how their paw steps fall and their scents. For him, its a natural thing now to be blind. Some cats can't deal with the truth of their blindness, and he has and he treats it as though its a challenge he was put through to show his worth.


RP Sample: (This is from another site, same cat)
A snow white blur stepped into the clearing of Windclan. His tail slightly dragging across the ground. His head hanging to the ground as his paws felt the ground in front of him before each step. He called this place his home, though, already forgot the small details. He knew to the left of him, the silent bodies of the warrior's made their home in a small dent in the ground, and the apprentices next to them. And too his right his leader slept in a small rustic tree which roots housed the elders. He knew the Medicine Cat's den the best, for that is where he slept. It was an old rabbit's den, or so he was told.

Breakheart wasn't in there, or perhaps he was in the back sleeping, but either way Ternpaw saw no point in staying. He couldn't sleep, and the wind of the night's air comforted him. He stretched his neck upward, looking toward the black night. Though, for him it actually was black. He couldn't focus his eye on the twinkling lights that made up Starclan. His eyes, like the ice the covers clear blue streams, slowly shut. In his mind he saw the stars, but those memories would only last a few moons. He let out a small sigh, his breath swirling and joining with the small breeze that set in over Windclan.

He couldn't help but feel the burning come to his eyes. The burning he felt a lot since his mother died. He couldn't help but wonder if his mother made it to Starclan, or if she was looking down upon him. He still cried at nights, he could feel his face getting wet as he dropped his head to the ground. He didn't actually have sleeping problems, but never felt like sleeping. He could hear the soft thud of his tear hitting the ground. He missed his mother very much, she was his best friend. Now, now he was stuck with the Medicine cat who he didn't really know, and what he has heard of him. He heard he was a mean cat, well not mean but didn't care. He wasn't sure yet, he had only just moved into the den as his apprentice.

He wanted someone who would care for him, someone who would hold him and tell him everything was okay. He wanted his mother to walk into Windclan camp and wrap her tail around him. Just like she use to do when he was a kit. But that would never happen, and Ternpaw knew it. It was a hopeless dream, but he still felt the need to dream it. He pointed his nose back up, softly whispering to his mother. "Mother, If you can hear me, I miss you. I don't understand why you had to die the way you did. I hope I get to see you again." He wiped his tail over his face, he didn't want to any cat seeing him crying.

Ternpaw's ears perked backwards. He heard paw's steps coming toward him, but they weren't normal. It was almost as the cat was hopping on three paws. He sat up, he hated being blind, not knowing in your own camp if the cat was of your clan. He felt the cat get closer but realized they came out of the Medicine cat den. 'It must be Breakheart', He thought to himself. 'Though, why is he hopping on three paws?' Ternpaw knew from enough knowledge that his mentor had four paws. Maybe he was hurt and was coming to get Ternpaw, but he would had said something by now. Right? Ternpaw was confused, and turned his head toward his mentor. His eyes now dry from tears as the thoughts of his mother were pushed from his mind.

[Shells]

Congrats to Silhouette for getting the medicine cat apprentice position! That position is now closed.

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[Shells]

All of the high positions are now filled!! Things should run more smoothly now :3

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