High Positions

Name: eden
Experience: i have held multiple high positions before. leader, deputy, and medicine cat. i have yet to play the apprentice of a medicine cat.
Position: medicine cat apprentice
Character Name: stonepaw
Character Biography: x
Roleplay Example:

It was evening time and the sky took on a familiar purple and blue radiance, signaling the departure of the sun and the arrival of the moon and stars. Slowly as time passed they specked across the sky, like the dapples of a horse. They did not yet glow so early in the day but the moon still decided to place itself onto the sky. It was still in one of it's waxing phases and was not close to be a full and matured round sphere in the sky. When on that phase, it truly outdid the sun with it's beautiful white and intense glow. The sun would be jealous could it even be in the same skies as it. Zecora took a hesitant step onto the wet sand. It seemed to waver yet stay a solid mass under her pads and this made her curious. She knew what sand was, her territory was comprised of it. However that was dry sand, this was wet sand. Zecora noticed it's odd texture and the surface, glossy look it held with it.

On her back was a perched pangolin, studying her companion with a look of wonder. What she felt, the armored animal felt. A different but truly wonderful feeling that left them both confused and dazzled. "Zecora. Flicking her ear, the painted dog twisted her neck and head back to gaze curiously at Xolani. Speaking in her thick but understandable African accent, Zecora spoke with a pinch of wonder in her voice, "What do you want, Xolani?" The mammal let loose it's perched pose and stretched before answering the patient Zecora, climbing down her leg and gazing up. "Well?" She felt a mist-like feeling of nervousness enter her and she snorted. "We should depart, Zecora. It is not safe here." Raising an eyebrow, Zecora responded tartly, "No place safe. We go where we need." Dissatisfied with the answer given to him, Xolani impatiently climbed back up.

Zecora did feel uneasy at the edge of the beach, but where else was there to go? They had been put into a deep sleep and just dropped off onto an island with no sort of idea where they were. At first, she assumed they were being introduced into their natural habitat but this did not look anywhere near the sort of place her mother, Awiti, described. There were no dry brush or sand storms. Nor the site of black and white equine. Here, where ever here was, was wet and almost dreary. It did somewhat remind her of her old, as she may as well title it now, territory. Over there it was moist and there were green plants.

Xolani waited while Zecora debated on where to go. Heed her soul's warning or carry on? Frowning slightly, Zecora lurched forward with a hesitant walk. The scent marking on the rock close to her hung heavy which meant a chance of danger but also hope. Perhaps there was another canine of her kind roaming about lost as well? Regardless, her paw steps kept her going, not stopping and not turning. A burning curiosity hung within and Xolani shook his head. While Zecora felt the urge to continue on, Xolani felt differently. It wasn't often they had their differences but when they did, it was usually a calmly sorted conflict. They neither yelled and threw insults at each other nor played the 'silent' game. They usually forgive and forget. The pangolin watched the passing surroundings with a slight growing irritation and fear. He was mostly afraid that Zecora would hurt herself trying to find something that may turn out worse than imaginable. Perhaps there weren't just dogs and Zecora's species on the island? Perhaps there were bears or large wildcats.

Xolani hadn't personally seen a wildcat or a bear on the piece of land but thank goodness he hadn't. A sort of depression ran through him momentarily. The pangolin recalled back when it was just him wondering the forests alone. He had, of course, been born the moment Zecora had but didn't meet up with her until weeks ago. Now they seemed like the best of friends and never left each other's sides. It hurt them both to be away from each other and panic would rise in his throat whenever her location was unknown to him.

"Xolani OK?" She must have sensed his mix of emotions for, unknowing to him until now, they had stopped moving. Her inquisitive eyes were set on him and he could see and partially feel the worry flowing through her. He nodded and flashed a humorous grin at her. Instead of laughing, which was a rare thing from her, she sighed with relief. Xolani often felt compassion and gratitude for the caring personality she held with him. It was almost as if she were his mother in a way. "The smell stronger here." The scent marker was very strong now and the duo both wrinkled their noses. It seemed like more than one dog had been here. "Pack." A murmur between excitement and fear, a flash of curiousity sparkled in Zecora's eyes. This was what she both wanted and feared. The pack leader could turn out to be inviting or attack her on sight. Then the pack itself, should she be accepted, bully her for her difference in breed, or welcome her as one of them. It was always a chance.

She shivered and looked down at the sand sadly. Memories of her old hunting pack flashed through her mind. All the good things she had was gone but, not wanting to alarm Xolani or dwell on her past, washed the memory away for the moment. Instead, she though of the one good thing Zecora was rid of. Tau. Her foolish brother was always nipping at her behind and trying to put her in his Omega rank. A snarl almost ripped from her mouth but she silenced quickly. Naturally, Xolani jumped up from on her back and gazed at her wearily with a growing worry. Shaking her head, Zecora treaded on, waiting for the moment another canine would jump out and confront them. It chilled her to the bone.

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Name:wayne
Experience: leader, deputy, medicine cat etc. I've done everything
Position: Windclan Deputy
Character Name: Morningstreak
Character Biography: x
Roleplay Example:

"I have a reason." He sprung. It almost felt like they were kits again. Here Ebonypaw was bullying him into submission, and seconds later Fleetingpaw would cry for mother. Except it was different. It was real. Ebonypaw pushed his claws deep into Fleetingpaw's shoulders, driving him into the earth. Fleetingpaw clenched his teeth, he had to escape. For once he had to escape.

"Why are you doing this?" Fleetingpaw breathed out; he kicked hastily at the tom's stomach. Ebonypaw swung his jaws at Fleetingpaw's neck, threatening to end it now. Fleetingpaw swerved to the left, missing those razer sharp teeth by centimeters. "Because Brooketail is getting old, and Darkstar wants new blood."

Fleetingpaw kicked again and again, and each time he got a responsive grunt. He was stronger too, just not enough. Blood spilled from shoulders, staining his white fur red. "I don't understand." He answered, his breath heavy and short. Ebonypaw laughed, his eyes wild, "Don't you? We're the new blood. He wants a young warrior to take Brooketail's place."

Fleetingpaw grew quiet, his body tensed and his eyes narrowed. Me. They wanted me? He glanced up, for once he saw fear resting beneath Ebonypaw's careful gaze. Fleetingpaw was a threat to him. He was a threat to him. And then he rolled. He used every bit of strength to roll out of his brother's grasp, and with a grunt he barreled him to the ground. "Don't waste your time, I don't want to be deputy and they won't pick me anyways." And then he left. He left Ebonypaw laying dazed at the edge of camp.

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Name: Jest.
Experience: Leader, Tribe Healer, Medicine Cat and Medicine Cat Apprentice.
Position: Medicine Cat.
Character Name: Thistlespot
Character Biography: x
Roleplay Example:
From and old character of mine, Brightpaw.

“Hey, Brightpaw, look at me” the young tom smiled at her but the apprentice could see the exhaustion in his eyes. “It’ll be okay, I’ll get healed and then we can be warriors together, just like we promised” he opened his mouth to add something but was interrupted by a coughing fit, a horrible coughing fit. Brightpaw cringed with fear, clawing the floor of the medicine den and spitting with frustration. She hated it, she hated it more than losing a fight and she despised feeling so powerless. She wished she could rip the greencough apart as if it were a common enemy, but no, she couldn’t shred the sickness to pieces. Brightpaw hated herself because of it. “Come on, sis, Rabbitfoot will work his magic and I’ll be good to go” she stared at her brother, the always cool and calm Clearpaw. She wished he was right, she wished with all her heart that the medicine cat would make one of his weird poultices and heal her brother, almost as if it were magic. “I’ll be okay, I promise… so smile, for me, please?” she gave him a half-hearted smile full of withering hope. “There’s the Brightpaw I know!” he coughed again.

“Visiting hours are over, Brightpaw” the young she-cat shied away from the older tom, almost as if his blind eyes scared her. “Off you go then.” She took one last look at her brother who smiled encouragingly and left the medicine den.

As soon as she was out of there the fantasy of miracle recoveries faded and a strange anger bubbled inside of her. What was the point of training to fight if a sickness could take away everything she wanted to protect? For a while she stood there frozen by the bitter cold of leaf-bare, she closed her eyes to suppress some tears. Was it not enough? Greencough took her mother, her father and her little sister away, and now it wanted to take her elder brother too. She hissed and slowly walked towards the entrance of camp.

“Where are you going, Brightpaw?” her mentor, Thornstripe, stopped her on her tracks. He seemed worried but the apprentice didn’t care, she simply looked at him and spat a bitter ‘nowhere’ before she left. She walked besides the river looking the frost that covered the surface with resentment, if they could fish they wouldn’t be so weak and then neither Clearpaw nor Lightpaw nor her parents would have contracted the greencough sickness. ‘We need catmint’ Rabbitfoot had said when the greencough made its first signs of life.

Then she had an idea, a stupid little idea.

She remembered a foolish ThunderClan apprentice she met at the last Gathering, he had proudly mentioned the Catmint that grew in the roots of the trees in his territory and how his clan was safe from greencough. A dark almost mischievous smile appeared on her features, this was a really stupid idea.

Brightpaw ran to the border she shared with the bulky cats and crossed it, she didn’t even check the scent or of anyone was coming, all she could think of was the herb that was going to save her brother. So she ran through the territory like an angry badger, she ran until she found catmint, she was ecstatic when she looked at the small plant that had few useful leaves. She bit them off and left to her clan, the happiest smile painted on her face.

Just wait for me, Clearpaw. I’ll save you!

She barged into camp and went directly to the medicine den but was stopped by a stubborn and old frame; Rabbitfoot stared at her with his blind eyes for a couple of heartbeats. “Is that Catmint I smell?” he murmured. Brightpaw, suddenly impatient, lashed her tail and snapped. “Yes, it’s Catmint, now go do your job and save my brother!” The old cat doubted for a second but finally opened his mouth to speak, “Brightpaw, I’m afraid your brother joined the ranks of StarClan a few heartbeats after you left…” she couldn’t believe it, there was surely some kind of mistake. She dropped the leaves and took a step backward, a deep chill that had nothing to do with the weather settled in the pit of her empty stomach. The old medicine cat said something about the vigil and left but the tabby apprentice was long gone.

‘I’ll be okay, I promise… so smile, for me, please?’

I’m sorry Clearpaw, I don’t think I’ll be able to smile for now.

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Name:Midnightive
Experience: Been leader a few times. Deputy 4 or 5 times, while medicine cat and their apprentice three times between them.
Position: Shadow Clan Deputy
Character Name: Emberheart
Character Biography: x
Roleplay Example:
This was a role play of sample of Leopardstorm my first deputy

Leopardstorm rolled out of her deep slumber, she looked around the den to see very few cats still sleeping. It had been a long day, first Cheetahpaw made her lose all her pray. She remembered how angry that got her, how annoyed that someone yelling in the forest made her lose her pray. Then she climbed the big oak a purr from the back of her throat escaped. Who knew she’d find a friend in an apprentice of all cats. Her glimmered with hope for the young apprentice she met that day. For once she felt good about the clan, about what laid ahead for them.

She rolled out of bed, her pawns and muscles ached from showing off to Cheetahpaw. She shrugged it off before stretching, it felt good to loosen the muscles. She padded silently out the den, stepping over the few sleeping warriors. She noted one to be Duskeye, she always saw him as a friend. He never once wound her up. She squeezed out the den, noting it had gotten late in the day. She shook her body getting any, moss that stuck to her fur. She watched the little bits of moss go flying off, before giving a few licks to her chest.

She moved towards the fresh kill pile, she hadn’t eaten all day. She bend her head down, picking at what seemed like a squirrel she caught early that day. She walked away carrying the limb Squirrel in her mouth before settling down by the warrior den. Taking small bites of the squirrel trying to keep the taste as long as could her in mouth. She looked over to a few warrior that were walking past. Talking about how Cloudstar had gone. She paused, that can’t be true? Can it she wondered. She gulped down the last piece of squirrel. She looked up seeing Heronflight get to the top of the rocks. She got her paws seeing if she had time to do anything before the call.


Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather below the Highrock for a clan meeting!

Her tail flicked in anger, no time. She gave a quick lick around her muzzle. Getting rid of any scraps of squirrel that got caught in her whisker. She walked into the warrior den, her muzzle gently pushing into Duskeye side. “come on, you fur ball there is a clan meeting! she protested. Duskeye turned away from Leopardstorm. Her eyes flashed with anger, she had gotten her fire back. She pushed her muzzle into his flank again. More angry this time. Duskeye rolled over and got to his paw.

He stretch and looked out the den to see what time it was. His good eye landing on Leopardstorm. “ok, ok I’m up” he grunted. He padded clumsy out the den in his half awake state. He looked around before settling before the rock where Heronflight stood.

Leopardstorm narrowed her eyes, before following him out the den. He can be so mouse brained she snapped to her self. She got out the den and made her way to the rock. She looked both sides of her, to see only Duskeye side was filed. She shrugged, before sitting down. Her tail flicked up and laid neatly on her paws. She looked around to see, Fallownose. They never got on, they were to much alike. She sat there looking up keeping quiet as she waited for Heronflight to talk.

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(Alright finished)

Name: WorldLlama
Experience: none with high positions (that is why I'm ok if some one else wants the position they could probably handle it better then me any way
Position: Riverclan Medicine Cat
Character Name: Blackfur
Character Biography: x
Roleplay Example:

The sun was just getting over the shortest of trees and it was early morning as the light started to drift into the den slowly but surly creeping its way in until it went right over the head of Blackfur at first he moved around a bit until he finally opened his eyes squinting at the bright light at first but soon slowly got up to his feet and stretched a bit as he did he looked around the den.

All of the herbs organized as he always had them neatly tucked up on the walls of the den leaving plenty of room in the middle to move around and keep sick cats over night as needed. When Blackfur was finished with his stretch he slowly walked around the den checking the herbs to see if any were getting old or low. "Got plenty of Juniper Berries, lavender is good, chervils a bit low, and I'm almost out of goldenrod " thinking back to the day before when he had treated a kit that had cut his paws on some of the sharper rocks whale he was out playing. "Well that's not to bad may as well get right to it then." Blackfur said to him self as he walked out of his den to go collect the herbs he needed.

^{Everyone needs to start somewhere! So don't feel discouraged from trying out! Riverclan definitely needs a medicine cat. As for the meeting tonight, if you can finish your application by 7:00PM then feel free to step in. If you can't, don't worry about it. The board will probably last a couple days and you can always step in with Blackfur and take Fawnstep's place.}

Well I finished Blackfur now so I can start when ever you get the time to accept him (earliest some time around 2:30ish when I get off work tomorrow) I'll try not to disappoint.

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^{I'll pm you for what we can do, so it still makes sense (:}

b]Name:[/b]Terminallycappy
Experience: I've been a medicine cat, and a leader
Position: Riverclan Deputy
Character Name: Willowstorm
Character Biography: x
Roleplay Example:

Rain pounded the ground as the pale tom was awoken by the shuffling of movement beside him. It took a moment for him to wake up enough to understand who it was. His mate, Featherstep had gotten up and was on her way out of the warriors' den. "Featherstep.." The pale tom was interrupted by his own heavy yawn as he spoke. "Where are you off to?" The tom's ears twiched as the brown tabby she-cat replied that she was going out to take a walk. "With the rain this heavy? You're crazy." the tom teased, shuffling around to a warm spot in his shared nest. "Be careful." With a nod and a quiet reply, he watched Featherstep leave the den. With their kits now apprenticed, the two could sleep together again. It was nice for the both of them.
Unable to go back to sleep, he got up and organized a few patrols before putting another warrior in charge so that he could go and take a short nap before the day really got started. The sun was only beginning to rise and a very few cats were awake. He'd be fight with a short nap. Light pierced the den and told the pale tabby tom that it ws time to get up. He yawned heavily and looked over his shoulder to see that Featherstep wasn't there. Figuring that she had not been able to sleep, the tom rose and went to ask his brother, who he had assigned to be been on dawn patrol just before going to take a short nap, if he had seen her. When he saw sorrow in his dark pelted brother's eyes, The tom was filled with pure horror.
The black tom shook his head. "Willowstorm, we found her just outside of the border that we don't share with another clan. We think she got too close to a thunderpath and couldn't make it back to the camp." The statement made Willowstorm reel and when the other part of the patrol carried Featherstep's twisted body into the camp, the kind and gentle tom broke into a sorrowful wail at the sight of his mate. He blamed himself. It was his fault for letting her go alone, for letting her go at all. This couldn't be happening, This wasn't happening. Starclan wouldn't do this to him. His kits came to calm him down and help him regain his composure. the pale tom mourned with the rest of his clan, but not for long as he had many duties to carry out.

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Since I'm new I'd fully understand If I was refused, I haven't got the proof of activity yet or the reputation. <3 I do plan on sticking around for some time though, and then some.

Name:Syrubis
Experience: None (On this Forum)
Position: Thunderclan Medicine cat Apprentice
Character Name: Kitsune
Character Biography: x
Roleplay Example:

She sniffed the air cautiously, the scent of many cats clinging to the roof of her mouth. She had never scented so many nor scents so strong, she was used to clean rooms and the smell of tangy fruits. She didn’t bother to crouch as she slipped through the undergrowth, her legs dragging carefully along behind her. She was searching for clan cats, they needed to see her, hear her. It mattered little what they did from there, if they attacked then she would fight with valor and if not she would thank starclan and speak quickly.

The moon was clost to full in the navy velvet sky and her fur bristled uncomfortably as she slowed to admire it, barely a slither left and it would be at it's full glory. There was something powerful about tonight; she could feel it in the quiver of her whiskers and the shiver of wind on her pelt. She lifted her back end level with her body as she had taught herself over many moons and propelled herself through the undergrowth, careful not to snag herself on branches or jagged rocks (as she has done on many occasions).

The scents grew stronger, the forest denser and she knew she was closing in on the trail she had followed so carefully. It was time for her to be more cautious, a cat hurling through the bushes at moon-high was not something she would want to encounter and she guessed neither would they. Assuming she could find their… Their room? Their yard? Before the sun rose.

She didn't need to travel far before the pungent scent of unknown cats assaulted her smell. She'd come face to face with a thick gorse tunnel and she knew she had found what she was seeking. Her senses were keen, they had to be. Her deformity demanded it of her, demanded she did her best in any given situation and that is was was asked of her now. To do nothing but her best.

She yowled, not in anger, not for the hunt, she yowled to let them know she was there. She knew they would already be aware. She tensed, her whiskers quivered and she gently lowered her mangled lags to the ground, curling them to the side as she sat, careful not to crush them under her weight.