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▫ Medicine Cat


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[i]About Me[/i]
[b]Name/Alias:[/b]
[b]How much RP experience do you have?[/b]
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[i]About the Cat[/i]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Rank:[/b]
[b]History:[/b] optional.
[b]RP sample:[/b]

[kennedy]

Alias: Kennedy.
Experience:

I have been roleplaying for six or seven years. My love for reading and journalism help me out a lot when I am writing a post, and I consider myself to be very literate although there is always room for improvement. I started off roleplaying warriors, and I have every book in my room at seventeen years old (some people think it's weird?). I stopped roleplaying and started up on wolves for a while, and have recently gotten back into cats.

Name: Ashstar.
Gender: She cat.
Age: 39 moons.
Rank: Leader.
History:

When Ashkit was born, it killed her mother. It was leaf bare, and Stoneheart had been sick. She was too weak to survive giving birth, and another queen took on the task of raising Ashkit. Her father Badgerclaw, deputy at the time and throughout her life, was upset at the situation, and made sure his single kit knew who her mother had been. She was kind, a swift hunter, and beautiful. Unfortunately, her mother's ways were clearly not in her genes, ash she quickly began to take after her father.

As an apprentice, Ashpaw was bigger than most others, and took up battle training with delight. She didn't get along with the tiny she-cat apprentices much, who were usually better at hunting while the toms she trained with matched her battle skills. This evolved into a dislike for many other she-cats, who she always saw as weak and soft. Partially because she blamed her mother for being too weak to care for her, and perhaps partially because she thought a little too highly of herself. This ego came from her father, who led the clan most of the time while Nightstar was sick with old age. Badgerclaw's life came to an end though in a freak accident. One day, he landed a little too harshly on an unsteady boulder and was dropped to his death, and that was the end of that.

As a warrior, Ashclaw was giving the blessing of having her father's name. Nightstar now gone, and with two new cats leading the clan, Ashclaw began to watch. These cats, Lizardtail and Mousestar, were odd. They didn't seem to care much about the clan, just the fact that they were leading it. To her, they seemed like kits with a big ball of moss. This is when she developed her protectiveness of the clan, when she decided that someone needed to do what was best. She trained harder, listened to the clan's unhappiness, and eventually, she seemed like a better choice for a deputy. Lizardtail was younger than she was, and it was easy to force him into stepping down. Afterward, he became a rouge after his clan turned their backs on him. Mousestar was harder though, and it was a scuffle for power everyday. Ashclaw wanted the clan led fairly, but Mousestar just wanted prey and power. Finally though, as if StarClan understood the battle, Mousestar was struck down with a disease the mostly infected small prey animals. Turns out he was never even accepted by StarClan as leader.

Ashstar has not been the leader for very long, but she is trying to learn as much as she can, trying to do what is right for her clan. She is protective and loyal to them, but also distant and cold. She wants peace with her cats, wants them to accept her as their leader. She wants to do her best, but she needs their help.

RP sample:

ducking out of the apprentice den, brindlepaw cast a dark look toward the sleeping bodies of her den mates. they made so much noise with their tossing and turning and whimpering during dreams that is was nearly impossible to sleep past the dawn patrol going out. but perhaps it was partially her fault, as she was a light sleeper. judging the time by how low the sun still was, she cast her green gaze over the open camp. it was quiet, but comfortable. the warriors were still sleeping, but a few other them were gathered near the edge of camp, sharing tongues with an elder. flicking an ear, the fluffy apprentice settled down a few fox lengths from her den and began licking a paw, dragging it over her ear. her long fur was a curse sometimes, as it was easily tangled and held bits of her nest. yawning, she flicked her eyes to the entrance of the windclan camp, where she could see some shadows and hear rushed whispers. the warriors that had been sharing tongues were suddenly up on their paws, rushing forward. had something happened while the dawn patrol was out?

a small breeze brought several scents to her, tickling her nose. narrowing her eyes, she picked through those of the warriors that had been on patrol- an apprentice, four warriors, one being whisperleaf, her mentor, and.. blood? her first thought was resentment that whisperleaf had not thought to wake her up for the patrol. her second was that the smell of blood was not a usual thing for the patrols. someone had been hurt. and then she was overwhelmed with the stench of a badger. badger? there had been one that had moved into the territory about a week ago, but it hadn't seem threatening then. and then the scene unfolded as if in slow motion. warriors pushed their way through the entrance. windclan members cautiously stepped out of their dens. a body was being carried through camp. a warrior was bounding toward her. she was being jostled to the bloodied, deflated body that had been laid down. she wasn't breathing. everything went.. black.

brindlepaw remembered waking up in the medicine den, but forgot how she had gotten there or why she was brought there in the first place. blinking sleep from her eyes, she cleared her throat, bringing attention to herself. the medicine cat padded over slowly, bringing herbs. "here, these will help with the headache." the apprentice blinked, about to wave the herbs off, when the pain rushed into her skull, forcing her back into her nest. "what's going on?" she whispered, afraid that if she spoke too loudly, the pain in her head would explode into even more. "whisperleaf.." the medicine cat hesitated, throwing a glace to the opening of the den. "she was attacked by a badger. i'm so sorry brindlepaw. you need to rest more." oh. so that was why she was here. all at once, the memories came flooding back into her mind. the body, the smell of blood, being ushered toward the center of camp. and then there was black, more black than before. she sank down into her nest, miserable, and felt like she would never get out.

(This is a post from a site that I joined a while ago, Unity. It's actually a memory of part of that character's history. I wasn't sure if the sample needed to be of the cat, and if it does, please PM me and I will happily change this. I've just never used Ashstar before and don't have a post ready for her.)

[cobalt]

About Me
Name/Alias: Cobalt
How much RP experience do you have? About 3 months, but I've been writing for far longer. Oddly enough, I've only roleplayed Warriors so far. I just never really felt the need to do anything else.

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About the Cat
Name: Swirledhues
Gender: She-cat
Age: 37 moons
Rank: Deputy
Full bio: here
RP sample:

She holds her head high as she walks with her family. They're supposed to be out on a hunting trip, but it's become more of a pleasant stroll. She seems relaxed, and she is, but behind those pale eyes she is also analyzing every twitch of the underbrush, every shadow cast along her brother's pelt. Her brother. He means everything to her, as her closest friend and the one who truly understands her. They've relied on each other and cared for each other since their kithood, and she wouldn't trade him for anything. He's turning to her now, his brown eyes shining as they meet her green. The way the words slip from his mouth, it seems effortless, his meows clear and joyful as a shining brook. Hey Swirledpaw, aren't you excited? Soon we'll be warriors, just imagine! Her eyes hold a smile at this thought. It's true. A thought passes her mind, and she allows it to transfer into a happy mew of her own. "Of course I'm excited! Pretty soon I'll have a warrior name! It'll be a lie to call me Swirledpaw."

Her eyes are still sparkling with joy, like the sunlight dancing along her pelt. The light glistens and glows on both her black fur and her ginger, highlighting her slender yet muscular frame. It dances in the same way along her brother's pelt, which is also a wonderful tortoiseshell. More words are pouring out now, in the way that they only can for her brother. "I wonder what our warrior names would be! I could be Swirledflower! Or Swirledheart! Or someday maybe Swirledstar, even!" Her eyes snap with inspiration as ideas pour in for him. "I know, you could be Splitpelt, or Splitstorm, or...I know, Splitsky!" That one rings in her ears, in her mind, humming with perfection and delight. She can see the approval in his eyes, and she beams pure love back to him through her own deep pupils, her tail lashing with excitement. Swirledpaw felt like a kit, looking forward to everything and enjoying every happy moment she got. The she-cat's black eyelids slide over her pale irises and a purr rumbles in her thoat, vibrating her very being.

With a sharp, horrified jolt she realizes that the birds have stopped singing, and a strange scent and loud rustling is permeating the air. Her eyes widen, flicking to her parents...where are her parents? Swirledpaw turns back to Splitpaw, fear in her eyes and radiating off her in waves. Her ears swivel to flatten against her skull in terror. She's running now, inky-black paw pads pounding desperately against the earth. The hurried paw-steps lead her to a small clearing, in the middle of which is an enormous monster. She freezes, the stench of the beast forcing its way into her and making her want to yowl in frantic terror. There's a twoleg now, coming from behind the car. It's got Brightrays and Blackdawn, her parents. Both are fighting wildly, and blood is welling from the smooth, pale skin of the twoleg, but it's still not letting go. Swirledpaw is still frozen, whether in fear or confusion or what she doesn't know. Now Splitpaw is crashing in, his yowl of surprise screeching into the heavy air. The twoleg has thrown the two older cats into the monster, and now is reaching for their kits. It reaches the tom first, and Splitpaw is screaming and clawing and flailing, to no avail. Now he's screaming at his sister, desperate words slipping from his throat within sobs. "Save yourself! Run! Run, Swirledpaw!"

She obeys.

((I hate that rp sample, but I doubt I'll be doing better than that anytime soon. I could have stolen a decent post from one of my other sites, but I really wanted to write this scene of her history out.))