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Past Audition Biographies Dec 2, 2015 23:55:15 GMT

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Post by bird on Dec 2, 2015 23:55:15 GMT

SANDFEATHER OF THUNDERCLAN

medicine cat • 24 • female • bisexual

SANDFEATHER was given the prefix SAND for her light ginger fur. She has the suffix FEATHER for her long fur.

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Sandfeather has very long, tufty pale ginger colored fur. Her tabby stripes that acompany her ginger fur are hardly noticable except for on her face and forelegs due to her fur length. Her shoulders are darker due to her tabby markings, as is her tail tip. She has a rather appealing face, and likes to consider herself good looking. She has amber eyes. Sandfeather is a rather large cat, and her fluffy fur makes her seem even larger. As you move down her forelegs, her fur gets duskier as it becomes less saturated.

PERSONALITY
Sandfeather is very curious, and, despite her best efforts, often finds herself in trouble because of it. Her curiosity also helps her learn new things about her surroundings that some others either thought was obvious, or did not care to know. Who knew that leaves on the tops of trees were the same as the ones closer to the ground? And birds actually live in trees too! Sandfeather learns by experience, and needs to do something before she can understand it. This creates an even deeper curiosity of the world, though it can cause her to be a little untrusting. If some cat said RiverClan cats actually eat fish, how could Sandfeather know that they were telling the truth? Instead of taking what others say as automatic truth, she has to go see it with her own eyes before she would believe it. Unfortunately.

This cat is very bouncy, and will often be seen 'jumping' around the clearing and nursery for no apparent reason. Of course, Sandfeather has a reason. It is because of her boundless energy that never seems to run dry. Her excitableness makes become thrilled at even small achievements, such as catching a grasshopper or counting all the cats in the clearing. And Sandfeather has nothing against sharing her many achievements with her clanmates. She never acts like it is anything that the others could not do, though, and is in fact quite humble.

No matter who the cat is or what they have done, Sandfeather will accept them as a living being and will respect their feelings to the best of her ability. So you are a cold and mean elder? Sandfeather would do her best to bring you the absolute best news from around the clan. You are very shy and too scared to talk to others? Sandfeather will hobble over to you and become your best friend. Even though she is very kind, she can become a bit over-protective and clingy once she has a cat who she can call a friend. She would never let you do anything dangerous alone.

Positive: Friendly, Humble, Eager to learn, Accepting, Respectful, Curious, Bouncy, Loving, Gentle
Negative: Impulsive, Distrusting, Naïve, Unrealistic, Over-protective, Fearful, Unpredictable

FAMILY MEMBERS
Willowbrook - Mother
Redpelt - Father
Flameheart - Sister
Lionfoot - Best Friend
Spottedfang - First Mentor
Blueberry - Second Mentor and Previous Medicine Cat

HISTORY
Sandkit was born in a fairly typical family. She did not have any major qualms with her sister, Flamekit, and she had two loving parents. Sandkit and Flamekit were both very rambunctious, running around the clearing like little menaces. She was never the most cautiouskitten, and would run into trouble with her sister wherever she went. But as they grew, the two grew apart. Flamekit was much to obsessive about her appearance and how she appeared to others for Sandkit's liking, and Sandkit would frequently try to get her sister to lighten up when they were around others. Eventually, Flamekit snapped, and she ruined the pairs relationship. She began to spread rumors about her sister, and Sandpaw realized that she needed a new friend. She met many, the two closest ones being Snowpaw and Lionpaw. They may have been apprentices, but at least they didn't believe Flamekit's rumors.

Sandpaw was mentored by a strict mentor. At first, she was a little upset at the leader for picking him as her mentor, but she quickly got over it as soon as she saw how talented this tom was at fighting. They trained and trained, and she excelled at fighting. However, she was an absolutely horrible hunter. Her mentor cared little. He was just looking to make her a good fighter. She loved to play with Snowpaw and Lionpaw while they were still apprentices, and they hung out often even when Snowpaw was named Snowbird and Lionpaw was named Lionfoot.

Finally, Sandpaw was ready to become a warrior. Or at least, that was what she believed. She had completed her fighting assessment with flying colors, and, although she had not yet completed her hunting assessment, she knew that hunting was of minimum priority. Her mentor had told her so. Sandpaw decided to take Snowbird and Lionfoot, who had gotten her name about a moon ago, on an adventure. She decided that they were going to go into SkyClan territory.

Snowbird protested, but Sandpaw and Lionfoot would have none of it. She had made up her mind, and he would do anything for and adventure. They traveled to SkyClan territory, careful not to disturb anyone. Sandpaw had just been curious, that is all. But when an enemy patrol found her, she had no time to react. It seemed that she was not the only one to break the warrior code, because before she knew it a warrior had her by her hind leg, holding her back as his partner grabbed Snowbird by the throat. The SkyClanners were young, they must have not known better. Because Sandpaw was was forced to watch, screaming out to not hurt the one she loved, as Snowbird was murdered. Lionfoot screeched as he tried to dislodge himself from the enemy's claws.

That was bad enough, they only made it worse for Sandpaw. The other tom lunged at her, grabbing at her throat, but Sandpaw was able to dodge. He got her tail in his jaws and pulled as Sandpaw thrashed. But she had no chance as soon as a sickening crack sounded. She collapsed to the ground, her eyes rolling from the pain. She tried to move. Her front legs worked but…but her hind legs were frozen in place, splayed awkwardly. She was going to die right next to her only friend. Fitting, wasn’t it? By now, she had made a decision. She was going to take her death with dignity.

She awoke in ThunderClan's medicine cat den. Turns out that those cats had been rogues who had also been trespassing, and Lionfoot had managed to chase them away with the help of a SkyClan patrol. They brought back Sandpaw and her friend’s body to ThunderClan, surprisingly no questions asked, and Sandpaw will be forever grateful to them.

The medicine cat said that, except for a couple scrapes, she was not hurt. The medicine cat was wrong. All day, Sandpaw would just lie in the nest and do nothing. The medicine cat assumed that she was just depressed, but eventually she noticed something was actually wrong with her legs. Sandpaw’s hind legs were paralyzed. The pull on her tail had broken her spine.

After several moons of attempting to recover, it was decided that she would never walk again. There was a debate on what to do with her after that. Could she still be a warrior, or would she be forced to become an elder at such an early age? It ended up being Flameheart, her sister, who suggested that she attempt to become a medicine cat. Sandfeather was pleased, she wanted to help her clan instead of rotting away in the elders den for eternity.

She started her training early the next day. Everything was so much more difficult that she had expected, but she fell into place suprisingly easily. She was decent at remembering herbs, and she loved to go outside and try to gather them. In the time that she had been injured, she had grown close to the medicine cat, and thought of the tom almost as another father.

She was shocked when a scuffle took place and Lionfoot came back injured. He was bleeding heavily from his side, and Sandpaw raced to clean him up again. It was difficult to get the bleeding to stop, and she will always remember when her mentor came to her and yelled at her for doing the wrong thing. For almost killing him. It was the first and only time the older cat snapped at her, partially because after that she was very careful to not make mistakes.

Finally, she recieved her full name, Sandfeather, for her long fur. Her mentor decided to retire to the warriors den. Since, she has been going about her duties as any good medicine cat should, and she tried her hardest to be the best that she can be. This has not destroyed her spirit though, and she has been seen daring apprentices to pull lighthearted pranks or playing with the kits.

Last Edit: Dec 3, 2015 2:25:43 GMT by bird

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TEAM SKYCLAN skyy and her socks Founder • Administrator I could put in a stardust in your eyes, put a little sunshine in your life 1,411 posts completed	Past Audition Biographies Dec 3, 2015 4:20:05 GMT Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by skyy and her socks on Dec 3, 2015 4:20:05 GMT SKYCLAN DEPUTY EXTENSION At the request of Deca due to starting a new job, the deputy auditions have been extended an extra two days.

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Past Audition Biographies Dec 4, 2015 5:17:32 GMT

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Post by skyy and her socks on Dec 4, 2015 5:17:32 GMT

THUNDERCLAN MEDICINE CAT DECISION

:✶:freya. , @weaselstar , @mephisto , bird , calm in the storm . Pfffffffffft. This has been the hardest audition so far, and the biggest. I've been trying to make a decision since before we got our last two auditions, and those made it even harder. Even with Halle's help we've been stuck trying to decide between two characters for the last hour. It was a super, super close audition, and it hurts us both deeply to actually make a choice, as all five would have fitted the place wonderfully. But, we have made a decision.

Sandfeather will be ThunderClan medicine cat.

Bird, if you post up her biography I'll accept it as soon as possible, thank you very much!

Everyone else, please, please, please feel completely welcome to edit things and go for medicine cat apprentice for any of those three remaining medicine cat apprentice positions. Like I said all of the characters we'd love to see in a position. I'm just sorry we couldn't give everyone a rank. ;-;

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Past Audition Biographies Dec 4, 2015 8:19:42 GMT

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PEBBLEPAW OF THUNDERCLAN

medicine cat apprentice • 8 moons • nonbinary (assigned male) • panromantic

PEBBLEPAW was given the prefix PEBBLE for their small size. They have the suffix PAW for their apprentice name.

APPEARANCE
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Pebblepaw is remarkably small. They stand quite short compared to the others in their clan, barely reaching shoulder height on some of the bigger warriors. They are quite thin and almost seem to have only a small layer of skin protecting their tiny frame. Their pelt is smooth with medium-long fur length and they have tufts of fur around their ears. Their ears themselves are tall and pointed and their nose is a bright pink colour. Their eyes are a light sky blue and their tail is long and voluptuous. They have an inquisitive expression which often leads people to believe that they are always extremely interested in the world, and to an extent that is true. As a lynx point he has dark brown tabby markings on his muzzle and lower hind and front legs and tail tip.

PERSONALITY

kind, altruistic, hard-working, gentle, creative, passionate, open-minded, good listener
shy, anxious, neglects self, too carefree, careless, absent-minded, dislikes practicality

Pebblepaw is an incredibly kind soul; they wouldn't "hurt a fly", not even if it landed on their nose. Despite their mild anxiety about meeting new people, very little actually disrupts their way of living and they live a very peaceful existence, forever wanting to accommodate others. They never use cruel words and guard their way of speaking quite closely so as not to offend. As a medicine cat they are very altruistic, always giving, be it time or resources. They are always willing to see patients, even at odd hours, and thoroughly enjoy what they do and the happiness they bring to others.

Because of their nature, they are also harmonious and want everyone to get along. While they know this isn't always possible, and this fact frustrates them, they want harmony to be the number one foundation upon which interaction is sought. They are open minded and an excellent listener and try not to judge others or their actions; they dislike being hypocritical. As such they are a progressive character, and when they have enough courage they will defend the rights of those who have been unjustly treated, though this is rare because they do not want to cause hassle in the clan, due to their desire for harmony.

Pebblepaw is creative and passionate, and though they will follow the code as law, they also know that the treatments that they were taught are not set in stone; they would rather combine a new treatment than follow an existing one if the former means a life is saved. However, the one character who they will always follow the law in the presence of is Falconstar, because the last thing they want is to anger their leader, who they respect deeply. Speaking of deep respect, Pebblepaw is very passionate about what they do and will work very hard to achieve their goals; they are not a believer in laziness, though they would not voice such an opinion. Because of their hardworking nature there is almost no stone left unturned; Pebblepaw always tries to do all the tasks that have to be done at that day.

The cat is, however, too idealistic and altruistic, investing in ideas and people that later turned out to be unsuccessful or expecting miraculous outcomes and being disappointed. Because of their tendency to give constantly their own self care may be neglected and they may be working to the point of feeling stressed and worked out because they feel like they owe a duty to the clan to heal everyone except themself. Pebblepaw is impractical and dislikes the tedious monotonous details of life. They dislike facts and sees them as a poor representation of the fluid model of a clan, constantly evolving and changing. Pebblepaw can take things too personally as an attack and feel persecuted, and they are hard to get to know well. They internalise other peoples' words and tend to dislike being talked about by others: part of the reason they have such intense anxiety on occasion. All in all however they are a respectful character who endeavors to help others through their work.

FAMILY MEMBERS
Linnetstep - father
Mottledpelt - mother
Gannetpaw - sister

HISTORY
Pebblekit was born to two ThunderClan parents, Linnetstep and Mottledpelt. Their father was distant, not so much present in the kits' lives and so they were mostly raised by their mother. They were a small litter, only two of them, Gannetkit and Pebblekit, both two small and scrawny kits, perhaps due to the fact they were born late in winter in a time of little food. Nonetheless Mottledpelt cared for them and looked after them as best she could, despite being incredibly busy. Gannetkit and Pebblekit were very close, being only two of them, and despite their small squabbles they liked each other a lot; well, as much as was possible for siblings.

One day, somewhat out of the blue - after all, Sandfeather was known for her impulsive nature, he medicine cat, asked Pebblepaw if they would like to be a medicine cat apprentice. The reason for this was that Sandfeather had seen a kind of hard-working spirit and kindness for afar which reminded her of her own character. When she saw this, she decided almost immediately upon the decision, after all she was not indecisive. The kit was amazed, stunned, but accepted graciously. They were nervous; would they make a good medicine cat? They didn't know anything of StarClan or herbs! They had seen plenty of kits more able than they, but they knew that Sandfeather knew her line of work well enough to know that she would remain strong to her decision.

Last Edit: Dec 6, 2015 8:48:38 GMT by Deleted

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Past Audition Biographies Dec 4, 2015 17:51:21 GMT

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Pollenpaw OF SkyCLAN

MCA • 6 moons • she-cat • heterosexual

Pollenpaw was given the prefix Pollen for their golden pelt. They have the suffix paw for their Rank.

APPEARANCE
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It's in the sunlight that Pollenpaw's looks truly shine. On a cloudy day or in the shade, she looks like any other golden-brown cat. In the sunlight, though, the brown disappears and she simply appears gold.

Not all of her is the same color though. The ends of her incredibly fluffy tail is black, as is the fur around her elbows and underpaw. Her eyes are a beautiful shade of amber that look like a golden drop of sunlight.

PERSONALITY

Kind, Good listener, Observant, Modest

Pollenpaw's first concern is getting her patients comfortable and happy. She'll never turn anyone away, whether it's something as easily solved as a thorn in a paw or as difficult as a fever and belly ache. And while her first loyalty is to SkyClan, she won't leave a rival cat to suffer if she can help in any way.

That goes for a listening ear too. Pollenpaw likes to think herself a good secret keeper, so anything you say to her in confidence will stay secret. Unless of course it's against the warrior code or immoral, then she'll go straight to the leader or her mentor to tell them. But if it's something you just need advice for or you just want to get something off of your chest, Pollenpaw is one of the best cats you can go to.

Because of her quiet nature, she tends to blend in with the background. Pollenpaw grew up using her eyes and ears more than her tongue, so she can notice the little things most cats might not. It's especially helpful when a cat is in pain and not willing to show it, for whatever reason. And while she's far too quiet to call a cat out on it, a single whispered talk with Juniperjaw is enough for the ill or injured to appear in the den.

If Pollenpaw had it her way, any and all of her accomplishments could be swept under the nest and forgotten about. The best way ever to get her blushing and stammering is to compliment her. A simple 'good job' will have her shyer than a new apprentice in front of a pretty she-cat. A flirty pretty she-cat. A flirty pretty 'touchy feely' she-cat who can only talk in innuendos. Yeah, that's how badly Pollenpaw turns red.

Easily Startled, Nervous, Quiet, Self-Critical

As easy as it is to embarrass her, it's even easier to scare her. All you need is basic stealth to creep up behind her, reeeeeal close like, and whisper "Boo". She will jump three feet in the air and make the cutest little squeak. A shift in the shadows make her want to hide while rustling of any kind make her try to hide. She could step on a dry leaf and the 'crunch' would make her flee for her life.

Pollenpaw is constantly afraid of an attack. She refuses to leave the camp without a warrior escort. Preferably one of her parents, because though she knows her seemingly irrational fear confuses them, they do their best to assure her she's safe. They're the only two warriors she completely relaxes around, so not just anyone will do.

Pollenpaw barely says more than five words at a time. If she's forced to, she trails off at the end until she's whispering. The more she's told to repeat something, the quieter she gets until the best thing to do is to nod and pretend you understand. It's one of the things she hates most about herself, and one of the things she's most jealous of Russetpaw for.

You know that one person that always says "Do better", even when you did the best you could? That one person that always criticizes you, always ignores your accomplishments, and always picks at your flaws? Pollenpaw is like that, but only to herself. Everything she does is never good enough. There's always something she could improve, something she can do to make an already great job perfect.

FAMILY MEMBERS
Mother: Minknose/Alive/Warrior/UFA
Father: Mossfeather/Alive/Warrior/UFA
Sister: Russetpaw/Alive/Apprentice/UFA
Uncle: Frostwhisker/Dead/Warrior

HISTORY
~~Before Life~~

Minknose was a joyful cat, always willing to entertain kits or help apprentices with their chores. Her philosophy was that everything was fun if you only made it so. The only time she wasn't smiling was when her brother, Frostwhisker, died in an ambush by rogues.

She shut down on the Clan, never speaking and never smiling, only ever doing as she was told and no more. It was Mossfeather who pulled her out of it. He told her that life went on, and Frostwhisker wouldn't want her wallowing in sorrow. He was compassionate and gentle, and Minknose isn't afraid to say she latched onto him to get her out of her funk.

He didn't particularly mind either. Mossfeather wasn't arrogant, but he was handsome. Both she-cats and toms swooned after him, but he wasn't particularly interested in them. But there was something about Minknose that just... clicked right for him.

Soon they were mates, and it wasn't a particular surprise for any of the Clan. Minknose became pregnant and annoyed the crap out of her mate and medicine cat by whining whenever they suggested she move to the nursery. "But whyyyy? There's nothing to do in there! I'm pregnant, not invalid! I don't see why I should have to switch dens so soon!"

It wouldn't surprise you, then, that she went on a walk a quarter moon to her kitting just to prove she could. And like StarClan had a sick sense of humor (well Frostwhisker was up there, so there was a possibility), she went into labor.

Minknose had no one with her. With luck it wouldn't take long for Mossfeather to realize something had gone wrong and come to find her. All she had to do was wait.

She crawled under a holly bush and lay there for what seemed like days. When all was said and done, she had two she-kits beneath her. They shared the same reddish-brown fur, as if they were the perfect mixture of Minknose's brown pelt and Mossfeather's ginger one.

Still she waited. She didn't want to name them without her mate. It didn't take longer than that for a search party to find her. Luckily, Mossfeather was among them. He got to meet his daughters and he fell in love immediately with them. He named the eldest, Russetkit. Minknose named the younger. She saw how the sun turned her reddish-brown fur to golden-brown and named her Pollenkit.

~~Kit~~

Pollenkit's first memories are of the trek back. Well, I say 'memories'. What I mean is, she dreamed of it. She dreamed of the outside world, of trees and bushes and rocks and stones. And she dreamed of cats with stars in their fur.

At first she didn't tell anyone. It wasn't a very big leap to realize they were StarClan cats. Her sister wouldn't understand. Russetkit was always going on about being a warrior, and was quite content to be the center of attention. Pollenkit knew telling her would mean it would get around camp before the sun set.

And it wasn't like the StarClan cats were messing with her life. They were wise and kind, so her sleep was as restful as if she didn't dream at all. She still played and argued like a regular kit. The way she saw it, she could be both friends with them and a warrior.

Until she met her dead uncle. Minknose had told her daughters about the brown-and-white tom, so Pollenkit realized it was him on sight. The one thing Minknose hadn't told them about was how he died. Perhaps it was rude of her to ask him, but she was curious. No one could blame her for that.

Rather than simply tell her, though, Frostwhisker showed her. He showed her the memory from his point of view. Pollenkit felt the peace he'd felt that day, the anger he felt at the intrusion, the terror he felt when he realized he was outnumbered and these rogues were out for blood.

The pain he felt as he died.

Pollenkit woke up crying and screaming for help. She sobbed into Minknose's pelt and, when asked what it was about, simply cried harder. The medicine cat was called for, and Pollenkit met Juniperjaw for the first time. Juniperjaw gave her something called thyme, to calm her down, and gently questioned her.

Everyone stopped what they were doing when Pollenkit told them to stare. How long had she been dreaming of StarClan? For as long as she could remember. Why didn't she say anything? She didn't want to be looked at differently. But now she didn't care.

That dream changed her. She was quieter and easier to scare. Russetkit in particular liked to sneak up on her sister. Pollenkit stopped playing and started observing. She spoke gentler and moved slower, like she was trying to avoid bringing attention to herself.

The day of her apprentice ceremony, she was terrified. She didn't want to be a warrior. She didn't want to fight, to cause pain. She wanted to help, to heal! She wanted to be a medicine cat!

Medicine cat apprentice

And joy of joys, her wish was granted. Pinestar gave her to Juniperjaw just a few days ago to train, and Pollenpaw is the happiest she's been in two moons.

Last Edit: Dec 7, 2015 6:49:21 GMT by Shiny

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Past Audition Biographies Dec 4, 2015 18:00:56 GMT

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ROBINPAW OF THUNDERCLAN

medicine cat apprentice • 8 moons • tom • homosexual

ROBINPAW was given the prefix ROBIN for their robins-egg blue eyes. They have the suffix PAW for their rank as apprentice.

APPEARANCE
ONE TWO THREE FOUR otl that minute when you only have pictures of him sleeping bc that's the only time he stands still

Robinpaw promises to be a behemoth tom one day. Even as a kit, he was the largest in his litter, sucking down the most milk with the loudest screams. He is stocky and tall, taller than many apprentices his age. His face is chunky and trapezoidal, with his large, pink-rimmed robins egg blue eyes, the feature from which he received his name. His ears are rounded at the ends, and are colored a dark chocolate brown, which blends back into his base color of cream. His face is painted with an intricate design of brown strokes, which will darken with age. Technically, his pelt is called 'snow mink rosette', for his pale base and the pattern of ecru rosettes that travel along his sides, darkening as they approach his haunches. It gives, in fact, the appearance of wearing two-leg 'pants'. His paws and tail-tip are dipped in brown, and he has darkening bands of it along the length of his tail.

PERSONALITY
Robinpaw is full of life and mischief, all wrapped up in a loving personality and vibrant outlook on his life. It is impossible to get him down. Even when the worst of the world wags itself in his face, Robinpaw easily bats it away with a joke and some reassurance. Some of the elders say he is wise for his age, while yet others say someday the universe will come crashing down on him, like a hawk does to a rabbit. Whether he is just diehard optimistic, or a victim of tragic naïveté, Robinpaw is the guy to go to when you are looking for light in a dark place.

Qualities of positivity and eternal jubilation are less tuned to characteristics and more tuned to skills of the job— atleast in Robinpaw’s current profession. When a cat comes in, wounded, in pain, perhaps dying, Robinpaw is a source of comfort. While Sandfeather goes about her business, healing and ordering Robinpaw around, he, too, multitasks: assuring the patient that things will get better, as well as learning. Though whimsical, he does not underestimate the expectations that have been leveled on his shoulders, and is quite aware of how important the rank of Medicine Cat truly is to the clan.

His mentor, Sandfeather, is an adored figure in his life. He worships her curiosity, and tries to be there to soothe her skepticism when it breaches the surface. They seem to vibe off of each other’s energy, bouncing around or tussling in their down-time (which is rare and valued and far in between) and fill the space between crisis with smiles and glee. He differs from his mentor in his humility: or, in this case, lack thereinof. Robinpaw has always been quite proud— and fond— of himself. He does not shy away from extolling his virtues, though it never crosses the line of bringing another down to make himself rise up. No, he has no need for insults and bullying; he is great enough by his lonesome to make a mark on the memory of the world.

Perhaps one of Robinpaw’s most endearing traits is his ability to love anyone. No matter the cat, no matter their transgressions, he will approach them with his glowing smile and a will to heal their wounds, be they physical or mental. He is a sponge, a good listener who soaks up the words of whoever’s speaking and internalizes them, cultivating an empathy to truly feel what the other is going through. Some wonder if his constant presence as a listening ear in the face of disaster eats him up, if it clogs him up inside. It is not the case. Robinpaw is as pure and unstoppable as ultraviolet radiation.

PROS: friendly, loving, positive, caring, loves his job
CONS: proud, too talkative, can be nosy, likes to roughhouse, occasionally takes things too lightly (other than his apprentice position)

FAMILY MEMBERS
HOLLYLEAF - mother, named for her green eyes and her peaceful persona
CEDARBURN - father, named for his brown pelt, and the darkening of his pelt
SHARPPAW - older sister, named for her sharp tongue
CLAWPAW - younger brother, named for his extra clawed toe on his front paws
DAWNPAW - younger sister, named for the paleness of her coat, like a sunrise

HISTORY
Hollyleaf had recently learned why the term ‘labor’ was so appropriate. Her second kit, a pale, huge, screaming bundle of joy— she had a hard time convincing herself of this last point— had been sitting breech in her canal. It seemed like hours of pain, pain on top of worry: the worry that this kit would be born dead, that he would hinder the birth of any remaining kits inside of her belly. With Blueberry’s help, Robinkit was presented into the world, much to his mother’s relief: alive, yowling at the top of his lungs, and hungry. Clawkit and Dawnkit, who followed him, also seemed unharmed.

Everything was perfect, until Robinkit began to grow. By the time his eyes burst open and revealed their amazing blueness, he was already larger than his litter mates, not to mention stronger. He would, in his unassuming kitten way, push them out of the path for milk, taking up more space at Hollyleaf’s belly, leaving little room for his three siblings. Hollyleaf worried his rapid growth was a defect, of sorts; maybe he would grow so large and die before he could leave the den, or take his apprentice title. She called Blueberry to the den with the question. The medicine cat took a close look at the kit, with fluffy cream fur and startling blue eyes.

“He’s meant for something special,” Blueberry told the concerned mother. “He has eyes blessed by StarClan.”

As the family grew bigger, Hollyleaf did her best to teach her rambunctious, energetic, big-boned kit that he needed to stop being such a hog. After a few reprimands, all of the kits had reached a healthy weight, the least of all being Robinkit. Soon they were large and aware enough to receive their apprentice status. The newly named Sharppaw, Robinpaw, Clawpaw, and Dawnpaw were gifted their new rank appreciatively, with father and mother beaming proudly in the background.

His relationship with his mentor began solely because of Sandfeather’s altruism and joy for life. Because the claw on his extra toe was not retractable, Clawpaw tended to snag it often. One day, it caught on a thorn vine as they walked into camp. As he tried to pull it free, he slid the caught claw along the vine, repeatedly slicing the bottom of his paw. The pain was immeasurable, and Robinpaw helped his brother hobble into camp. They went to Sandfeather’s den and found her missing. “She’ll be back,” Robinpaw assured his brother. “We’ll wait for her here.”

The duo sat, Robinpaw licking his brother’s wound while simultaneously trying to distract him from the pain. He told stories of adventurers long before: the great Firestar, the heinous Tigerstar, Bluestar the Wise. When he ran out of stories he told jokes, and when he ran out of jokes he pointed out the good things in life: fat mice and good smelling flowers and a nice roll on a fallen tree.

It was then Sandfeather approached, having heard Robinpaw’s words and his efforts to make his brother more comfortable. She quickly stopped the bleeding with cobwebs, and applied a small poultice of chervil (“To fight infection,” she told Robinpaw, who was listening intently,) and comfrey root (“To soothe the pain.”) While Clawpaw rested, Sandfeather and Robinpaw chatted for a moment.

“Blueberry mentioned a kit with robin eyes, once,” the Medicine Cat confirmed. “Though I had no idea why.” But now, it seemed she was saying, I do. She realized that Blueberry, as amazing as the previous Medicine Cat had been, was wrong: StarClan had not blessed this apprentice’s eyes, they had blessed his heart and soul.

Not long after, Sandfeather approached Robinpaw and asked if he was willing to become her apprentice, quoting his positivity and strength of heart as perfect qualities for any medicine cat. He accepted, leaving his former mentor to enter into the service of his new one.

TEAM SKYCLAN skyy and her socks Founder • Administrator I could put in a stardust in your eyes, put a little sunshine in your life 1,411 posts completed	Past Audition Biographies Dec 5, 2015 0:23:06 GMT Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by skyy and her socks on Dec 5, 2015 0:23:06 GMT THUNDERCLAN MEDICINE APPRENTICE DEADLINE A deadline of DECEMBER 7TH* has been set. If you intend to audition, you'll have till then to correct any past auditions for the place or finish work in progresses.*
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Past Audition Biographies Dec 5, 2015 5:03:54 GMT

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Post by skyy and her socks on Dec 5, 2015 5:03:54 GMT

SKYCLAN DEPUTY DECISION

calm in the storm , Decadence , @weaselstar . so much groaning has been done over this, and like the last medicine cat, this deputy place has been a super hard decision. I've spent the last few hours thinking it over, and a choice has been made though. Even if it pains me to make it.

Half-face will be SkyClan deputy.

I'm super sorry both Storm and Tortu, I love both Lily and Cuckoo a lot. ;-; I wanted to make them deputy too. But, who knows what could come in the future!

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Past Audition Biographies Dec 5, 2015 17:48:43 GMT

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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2015 17:48:43 GMT

SAGEPAW OF SKYCLAN

A brown tabby she-cat with blue eyes
Medicine cat apprentice • 6 moons • Female • asexual

Hello, everyone. My name is Sagepaw. I just reached my six moons, meaning I just got my rank as medicine cat apprentice. Ever since I was young, I wanted to be like the medicine cat. She was, and still is, my hero because she helps everyone, no matter how old or what gender they are. And, speaking of which, I heard she was actually a tom-cat.. I don't know for sure, but does that matter? I know I'm a she-cat, but I could've been a tom-cat for all I know. I've never experienced a "crush" as all my friends call it, not on a she-cat and not on a tom; my friends once asked me if I was alright with the fact that a medicine cat couldn't get a partner nor kits. I said no, I don't mind, and I don't get why they looked so shocked. It's not like it matters, right?

Right. Anyways, I'll tell you a little something about myself. My mother, Darkmoon, always says I'm quiet, but she wouldn't say that if she knew how much noise there is in my head all the time. I'm constantly thinking, there are a million thoughts in my head all the time. Like, literally, all the time. Most of the time it's five times the same thought as well. I get easily distracted by it, sometimes forgetting I'm in a conversation at all. It's also why I often jump from one topic to the other - I could start about the snow, be quiet for a minute or so, and continue about the kittens in the clan. It's just how my brain works. My mother finds it funny, she says, but I know I kept her awake for hours on end at night when I was a little kitten and I didn't know how to keep my mouth shut yet. But I think I know how now. Maybe I know it a little too good, maybe that's why I'm so quiet most of the time. But I will talk a lot if I really trust you; it's only with friends that I can really talk.

I tend to ramble a lot about things I really like. Everyone close to me will know as much as I know about the things that I hold dear, like how they know almost every herb I do - just because I talk about it a lot. I'm not even a moon medicine cat apprentice, but it seems as if I've already learned as much as my brain can take. From the first day, I was constantly asking Juniperjaw millions and trillions of questions, about everything and about nothing. Even things that didn't have to do with medicine cats or herbs or cats at all. Like why the sky is blue and the grass green.

Oh dear, I think I'm rambling again. Now, what more can I tell you.. Oh yeah. Most cats always tell me I'm very friendly. I like to help them if I can, although I'm not very handy. Most of the time it turns out to be a disaster, and most of the time the cat I was trying to help has to go to the medicine cat's den. It will be nice if I am medicine cat myself, so I could immediately help the cats I had hurt by accident, by trying to help them. Some cats won't even let me help them anymore, telling me I was too clumsy and that I would probably kill my own clanmates in a fight; by accident, ofcourse. I was bullied for it when I was younger, and still am now sometimes, but I learned to get over it. I guess.

They told me I'm ugly, that it would be better for everyone if I was dead. I didn't believe them at first, but after a while you just start to believe them. My mother - one of my only friends that was always there for me - managed to make me feel better, to make sure I would keep myself alive. And I do want to live - I am happy, most of the time. Unless someone brings up my appearance.. My fur is alright, I guess; it's pretty long and dark brown with tabby stripes. When there's a lot of wind, it will go everywhere. I don't really like windy days, as it takes soo long to get it to lay properly again. One big tom used to ruffle my hair so it would look like I rolled on my back on the ground, and everyone would laugh with me. Another reason why I don't like it when it's tousled. My mother says I have beautiful blue eyes, and I guess that's true - it's the only thing nobody ever picked on.

Those eyes where the same eyes my father had.. Unfortunately he passed away about a moon ago. He was a strong, brave warrior who died trying to protect his clan. A loner had gotten onto the clan-grounds and my father had fought him, trying to protect his clan. The loner killed him, but father could get enough damage on him to get him to bleed out soon after. My father's name was Clawedheart. I still miss him everyday..

Back to my appearance. I guess the thing I hate the most about myself is my build - it's very wide, making me look fat all the time. Even during leafbare, when everyone usually is pretty thin. It was a reason for lots of people to be mad at me during leafbare, because they thought I was taking all the prey for myself. I wasn't. I ate barely during that time, but I just wouldn't get thinner. I considered killing myself more than once for that reason, but once again my mother knew how to keep me alive..

Anyways, Let's talk about other things, shall we? As you know, my mother is still alive and my father is dead. I don't have any siblings, but there is probably a nephew or a niece somewhere. I don't really know, my father didn't talk too much about his family and my mother's family is dead. Me and my mother, we are our own family. Nobody can take that from us.

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Past Audition Biographies Dec 5, 2015 23:38:24 GMT

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SKYCLAN MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE DEADLINE

A deadline of December 7th has been made for SkyClan medicine cat apprentice. If you intend to audition, now's the time to post your finished biography, however no more new work in progresses will be accepted, only the completion of Shiny's biography.