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PEBBLELEAF OF THUNDERCLAN

medicine cat • 22 moons • nonbinary (assigned male) • panromantic

PEBBLEFOOT was given the prefix PEBBLE for their small size. They have the suffix LEAF for their knowledge in herbal skills.

APPEARANCE
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Pebbleleaf 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

Pebbleleaf 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.

Pebbleleaf 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, Pebbleleaf 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; Pebbleleaf 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. Pebbleleaf is impractical and dislikes the tedious monotonous details of life, hence why they always send their apprentice to collect herbs that they forgot last week, or tell a warrior to tell someone else about a treatment. They dislike facts and sees them as a poor representation of the fluid model of a clan, constantly evolving and changing. Pebbleleaf 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
Gannetstream - 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, quite out of the blue - this was only a moon or so before their apprenticeship would have begun - the medicine cat Blueberry approached Pebblekit about becoming a medicine cat apprentice. Blueberry had seen an omen, or so she had said, of Pebblekit later on healing a warrior with a severe injury. Pebblekit, quite a shy and reticent character, did not know what to make of this, and so asked Blueberry if they could think about it for some time. Blueberry agreed and after some discussion with their friend Firekit, a much more determined kit, and sister Gannetkit, who both persuaded them to take on the opportunity, Pebblekit decided to become Pebblepaw before the clan; now they would have to be approved by the stars. So they traveled to the Moonstone with Blueberry, drank from the Moonpool and the two laid down to dream.

Blueberry was a large blue-grey tabby she-cat with piercing blue eyes and a hearty laugh. She was quite masculine, in a way, and had a kind of funny blunt way of dealing with things. She always had a strong work ethic and worked hard in her field, and instilled that same kind of hard-working nature in Pebblepaw. Despite her forward nature when it came to things she disliked; she often moaned about the weather or herb collecting for example; she always treated every patient with respect and made sure that no one left her den unwell and insisted that warriors who were too proud to show their injuries see her and made it very clear that she thought no one with an injury or disability was lesser, partially because her own mother gained an injury while patrolling which made her need to retire to the elders' den early. Thus it was largely because of Blueberry that Pebblepaw learned how to treat everyone with fairness and equity, and to follow the rules of the code unless to save a life.

Pebblepaw and Blueberry were well known to make an excellent team, and they were respected by most of the clan. There were some who disliked them, mostly ego-driven warriors and grumpy elders, but most of them thought they served the clan well. Of course Blueberry always sent Pebblepaw to do menial tasks on occasion; perhaps this is where he got this tendency from. It was at this time that Pebblepaw discovered that they were attracted to an apprentice in the clan, but knowing the code brushed these feelings aside. As Pebblepaw would grow up they would realise they were indeed panromantic, in a kind of funny and ironic turn of events, but this did not matter so much to them, as by and large they were asexual and managed to keep romantic feelings aside.

Because of all of this, it was then strange when, Pebblepaw aged around eleven and a half moons, Blueberry revealed her desire to become a warrior. This was unusual, though not unheard of, and made Pebblepaw wonder why Blueberry had decided to do this. Blueberry had not shown a desire to have kits, even less so because she was already around fifty six moons old. She revealed that not only did she feel like Pebblepaw was ready to earn their name, despite being so young, but she also had an insatiable craving to return to warrior life, because she had always secretly wanted to continue with her path towards becoming a warrior, after having become a medicine cat while still in warrior training. Pebblepaw understood this, and half a moon later they would become a full medicine cat, earning the name Pebbleleaf for their herbal skill despite their age at twelve moons old.

Two moons later, Pebbleleaf found out the true reason for Blueberry's retirement: forbidden romance. This was odd to Pebbleleaf as Blueberry had always said that lying was wrong and had always attempted to follow the code, but even at this age Pebbleleaf knew that logic was often blinded by love. They felt hurt by her actions, persecuted even, and could not understand why she would leave them at such a young age to continue the path of medicine cat, all for a romantic affair. Pebbleleaf discovered this when one day, out collecting marigold on the border, they saw Blueberry and her lover, a dark brown tom unknown to Pebbleleaf and definitely not a part of ThunderClan. Blueberry had a look of horror and shock, blurting out that "I can explain!" but it was no use; Pebbleleaf had lost trust in the person they had looked up to all of their life. Soon after this Blueberry left ThunderClan, perhaps out of guilt, love or remorse, but Pebbleleaf knew that they could not worried themself with their past mentor forever and they had to keep on with being a medicine cat.

Eight moons later and Pebbleleaf has gained skill and knowledge as a medicine cat, truly living up to their suffix. They have not decided to take on a medicine cat apprentice yet, but may do so in future, but they will be certain that they will leave their apprentice well equipped and set a good example for them, unlike what Blueberry had done. With a new leader, Falconstar, Pebbleleaf hopes to continue to work tirelessly as they have always done, after all, as they said, there was no rest for the wicked.

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Past Audition Biographies Nov 29, 2015 10:44:00 GMT

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FLAREBREEZE OF THUNDERCLAN

medicine cat • 20 moons • she-cat • heterosexual

FLAREBREEZE was given the prefix FLARE for her GINGER AND WHITE PELT. She has the suffix BREEZE as a NAME SAKE FOR HER DEAD BROTHER.

APPEARANCE
tiny white and ginger she-cat with beautiful amber eyes

PERSONALITY
NEGATIVES
shy, soft-spoken, quiet, forgetful, insecure, fearful

To others such as cats from the other Clans or non-Clan cats would see Flarebreeze as shy, soft-spoken, and quiet. When Flarebreeze is around cats she barely or does not know she would be incredibly quiet and when she speaks to them, her voice would be like a mutter or a whisper. Flarebreeze is a fearful of everything. She hates the dark and will not go anywhere out of camp after dark unless someone is with her. She also hates to be alone, terrified of surprises like cats sneaking up on her, hates attention or many eyes on her, and even cats being angry or disappointed with her, but the main thing she is terrified of is fighting and losing cats under her care.

Flarebreeze can be so adorable when she is frightened. When something frightens her, she would cower and try to hide. For example, if a cat snuck up on her she would squeal and immediately hide in a bush curled up in a tight ball shaking with fear. Her worst fearful moments were when cats turned their attention on her when she was announced as a new apprentice. She was so terrified she hid behind her father trying to shrink back so no cat could see her. Hiding is one of Flarebreeze's talents, because of her small size. It is easy for her to hide... if only she doesn't shiver so much.

Usually being soft-spoken isn't a bad thing but if you look at Flarebreeze you would think... yeah it wouldn't by under the positive. When she tries to reassure or comfort cats, her voice would soothe them, there is nothing wrong with that, but she never ever yowls. The only time she would ever yowl is when she is absolutely terrified and in a complete panic. Therefore, it is a negative if she can't voice her opinion in a crowd of arguing cats. Even when she gets very excited and wants to yowl out of joy, it would be like a soft "yay!" instead.

The only cats from other Clans that see her in a different light are the medicine cats. To them they see a shy, modest, soft-spoken she-cat who cares a lot about others and talks non-stop about herbs and the many wonders they posses. Flarebreeze is just different around medicine cats due to their shared skills and interests of herbs.

When Flarebreeze gets excited, she tends to be forgetful. She forgets what she is supposed to do or collect things. For example, when she goes herb hunting and she finds flowers in full bloom she would sit there sniffing them and admiring them and the bees buzzing about. She would forget all about the herbs she had collected and come back empty pawed... which gets her into trouble with Blueberry. Another example is, when she gets in such a deep conversation about something she forgets what she wanted to tell the cats or the tasks she was supposed to do. She tends to apologize for nearly about everything no matter how small. Flarebreeze is also a bit insecure about her abilities and responsibilities as a medicine cat. Cats who comment on her healing skills or tell her how beautiful or cute she is, she would immediately tell them she isn't that skilled or beautiful and mention other cats who she thinks is better than her. It is such a shame really, because Flarebreeze is a good healer and she is a beautiful sweet cat.

POSITIVES
friendly, compassionate, kind, sociable, adores cute things, thoughtful

Flarebreeze is a different she-cat when she is around cats she knows fairly well or cats from her own Clan. To her Clan she is friendly, cheerful, caring, and thoughtful and just a sweet cat. It is hard to anger her or be angry with her friends. If anything, she would just be all depressed if they hurt her feelings, being angry, or disappointed with her. So that being said she won't ever insult her Clanmates or any cat because she would be too afraid otherwise. Flarebreeze is always eager to please, especially her friends, family and cats she respects. If she's not depressed after cats yell at her, she would be constantly apologizing and asking for their forgiveness or try to please them in some way. To some extent, this would be viewed as a bad thing. After all, what if cats she tries to please manipulate her into doing harm to someone or causing trouble, but she would never try to please someone she doesn't know.

Compassion, kindness and caring are her number one positive characteristics. She just loves to help other cats who need it, if that is wounds, thorn in the paw, sick, or just need someone to talk to. She is very understanding and a tad naive. She would believe them immediately when they say they have to leave to go do something. Flarebreeze is very trusting, maybe too trusting. If she wasn't so shy and scared of strangers she would probably believe whatever they say. However, the only thing she would never believe is cats telling her, her friends or family doesn't love her. It is her faith in those she cares about that gives her strength and that makes her a loyal cat through and through. That also means when cats she cares about lie to her she would still believe them. If they did something, wrong or hurt her feelings, she would forgive them. Flarebreeze just isn't a cat to hold a grudge.

It is odd when she is around cats she doesn't know that well, she is very shy and quiet but when she is around her Clanmates or cats she knows, she shows a different side. She is highly sociable in her Clan and if she could, she would talk to just about everyone in her Clan during sharing tongue time. Flarebreeze just loves to be around her Clanmates and conversing with them and it really doesn't matter on the topic, it could be hunting, herbs, Clan politics, stories, etc. At some point Flarebreeze realized, she just hated to be alone and that's why she tries to be so social. Another thing most cats don't know about her until they get to know her is that she adores cute and beautiful things. She absolutely loves flowers of all kinds, loves herbs and explaining their uses, sunny days, and absolutely love baby creatures, if that's kits or other kind of animals, even twoleg kits she finds cute. When she sees things that are cute, she instantly becomes energetic and says how cute they were. She adores kits above everything else, and just loves to be around them, play with them, and stuff like that. This also means she is very protective of the kits when they are in danger.

Now the only time Flarebreeze would become angry is when kits are in danger, someone hurt someone, or cats stomping flowers. Another thing is Flarebreeze is very thoughtful to others. She would do things for them before they even ask. Such as if she spots an elder who is trying to get a tick on his/her back she would instantly try to help. Cats who know her would realize they don't really need to ask her for help because she would help them before they even ask. She just seems to know what a cat needs and how to help. Flarebreeze is really a sweet and caring she-cat and it's this very nature why she wasn't suited to being a warrior.

FAMILY MEMBERS
{father} Owlflight
{mother} ~~Blossomsong~~ (died of loss of blood and cold temperatures)
{brothers} ~~Breezerun~~ (died of greencough), Cloudrush
{former warrior mentor} ~~Badgerscar~~ (killed by a badger)
{former medicine cat mentor} Blueberry
{nephew} Badgerkit
{nieces} Privetkit, Applekit

HISTORY
KIT
Horrified, they found Blossomsong dead, curled up in a ball and looking as if she was asleep. Against her belly were her three kits curled tightly together and to everyone's amazement, they were still alive.

Blossomsong brought Flarekit and her two brothers, Cloudkit and Breezekit to the world, but the birthing had gone horribly wrong. It was a cold day and the middle of leaf-fall when Blossomsong decided to step out of camp for a bit. She never thought she would go into labor little alone be the last day of her life. In the middle of ThunderClan territory she realized she was about to have her kits and with no one around, she couldn't get help.

All alone, Blossomsong was forced to shelter herself in a thicket of brambles and give birth, not realizing that she was losing too much blood. After she gave birth to her three kits did Blossomsong realize that not just her wouldn't survive but her three kits too could die. With her remaining strength, she picked up her three kits and put them by her belly to suck. She licked and rubbed them dry, and using her body heat to keep them warm. As evening was closing in, the Clan began to realize that Blossomsong was missing and began to worry as the temperatures dropped drastically. The search patrols that were sent out eventually found her. Horrified, they found Blossomsong dead, curled up in a ball and looking as if she was asleep. Against her belly were her three kits curled tightly together and to everyone's amazement, they were still alive.

The three kits lives began. Without their mother's milk, the three had to nurse several of the queens' milk in order to survive. Their father Owlflight made it his responsibility to look after them and all the queens helped in raising the three along with their own kits. The three got their names when Blueberry was sure they would survive. Cloudkit was named for his white fur of course, and Breezekit for his lean look and light grey pelt. Flarekit they named her by the ginger patches on her white fur that appeared like flames. They had thought about calling her Flamekit but one of the other kits already had that name.

Together the three kits grew up in a regular Clan life. Owlflight had always made time to play with his kits and the kits got along with all the other kits. Only one problem... In a short time the adults realized how Flarekit was scared of everything, in fact she was so scared of everything she was even scared of her own shadow. She also didn't like play fighting and she didn't go yowling and squeaking about like regular kits. At first, they thought something must be wrong with her, but Blueberry couldn't find anything physically wrong.

Eventually all the adults figured Flarekit would grow out of it but she never. It actually proved to be a real problem when one of the apprentices picked on her, calling her a runt and a coward. Both her brothers were there and defended her, which ended up in a fight. Flarekit was crying for them to stop but none of them listened to her. The adults stopped the fight before any real damage could be made and all three of the young cats were punished. Flarekit felt guilty that her brothers got in trouble. She constantly apologized to them and every time they told her it was the right thing to do. Every cat including their father wished for Flarekit to change but her brothers loved her exactly for who she was and after that day did she realize it.

WARRIOR APPRENTICE
Finally Flarepaw confessed on how much she hated being a warrior apprentice and how she yearned to be a medicine cat instead. Everyone was shocked except for Blueberry, who seemed to have known but had never said anything about it.

Most kits dream of this day, even Cloudkit and Breezekit were excited, but not Flarekit. That day her and her brothers were the center of attention. The whole Clan watched them as they came up to their leader Applestar. Flarekit was absolutely terrified and hid behind one of the dens. Eventually one of her Clanmates found her and her father literally had to pick her up and put her right beside her brothers. Flarekit had crouched tight in a ball shivering and her eyes shut tight as her brothers were given their apprentice names and mentors. Applestar had to awkwardly give Flarekit her apprentice name and the mentor she was given was Badgerscar. He was a sour and bitter black and white cat that was given his warrior name after a badger attacked and struck his face leaving a permanent scar.

On the very first day, Badgerscar was harsh on her. He went right to battle training hoping to get the warrior out of Flarepaw. They went through battle training sessions after battle training sessions. It was especially difficult for Flarepaw; the battle trainings were so harsh that she left with bruises and sometimes scratches. She never went to the medicine cats den and just kept to herself. Back then, she was really depressed and absolutely hated going out of her den. At one point, Badgerscar literally had to drag her out of her nest.

Badgerscar rarely stuck to hunting sessions although she wasn't at all good at that either. She was constantly shaking and clumsy; Flarepaw was absolutely terrified of Badgerscar. Every time she did something wrong or made a mistake, he would hit her hard and screech at her, calling her a useless runt and a coward.

Flarepaw and her brothers' first Gathering came and her brothers were ecstatic. Flarepaw however, was horrified of the very idea and even tried to play sick so she couldn't go. It didn't work, Blueberry couldn't find anything wrong with her regardless of her complaints. Although Fourtrees did awestruck her with the great rock and trees she was terrified of all the unknown cats. At first, she stuck by her father's side, almost clinging to him, until he told her to go visit. Flarepaw was terrified being surrounded by unknown cats and for the rest of the Gathering hid behind her Clanmates. When Applestar announced the new apprentices, Flarepaw desperately hid behind her father.

After two moons, Flarepaw was eight moons old and there was absolutely no progress with her training no matter how hard Badgerscar tried. In battle training, she would rarely strike but just crouch there in a tight ball trembling and when she does strike, they would be shaky and weak. Flarepaw was terrible at fighting even with other apprentices and usually it was due to Badgerscar constantly harping at her on everything she was doing wrong. At one point, the session would end with her usual petrified crouch. At hunting, she was no good at, even by herself without Badgerscar harping over her shoulder. The very thought of Badgerscar being angry with her for returning empty pawed did motivate her but she just couldn't get it right no matter how hard she tried.

Her brothers could see how depressed Flarepaw was. She was distant even towards them and she would hardly speak, eat, and on her free time she would just lie in her nest or lie down somewhere by herself ignoring everyone around her and being still as a rock. Her brothers and even her father worried about her. They even asked Blueberry to look at her but he couldn't find anything wrong with her. To watch her Blueberry kept her by the medicine cat's den overnight. For some time she stayed in her nest until Blueberry was organizing the herbs in her view. Curious Flarepaw got out of her nest and looked at the many different herbs, admiring them. Blueberry noticed she was watching her and asked if she was intrigued.

Embarrassed and not sure if she was supposed to be out of bed had nodded. She then began explaining on some of the herbs uses. Flarepaw was amazed and was so curious that she even asked what the other herbs uses were. In the morning, Blueberry told her family there was nothing physically wrong with her and told them she could return to her training. Flarepaw was absolutely horrified of the idea but said nothing. On that day, she knew what she wanted to be but she was too scared to ask Blueberry, terrified that she would refuse. Therefore, she carried on her training to be a warrior. Everything was still hard for Flarepaw but the cats saw a change in her attitude. Whenever she talked about herbs and what Blueberry told her, she would become excited and be the Flarepaw her brothers knew. Another thing did change to everyone's confusion was that she would constantly complain of stomach aches or hurt herself so she would be sent to the medicine cat's den.

Everything changed one day when a badger was trespassing the territory. Immediately a patrol was sent to take care of the matter. However, to everyone's horror they realized Flarepaw wasn't anywhere insight. Her father and brothers wished to go look for her but Applestar refused to let them out of camp. With the badger on the loose in the territory, Applestar wasn't going to in danger anymore of her Clanmates. Badgerscar who was part of the patrol to get rid of the badger told Owlflight that he would keep a lookout for her. That very day Flarepaw sneaked out on her own to go to one of her favorite places in the territory that she never told to anyone not even her brothers. Therefore, she sat there admiring the flowers oblivious of the danger.

While searching for the badger and trying to pick up its trail did Badgerscar catch Flarepaw's scent. Not thinking anything of it, Badgerscar went off to get her without telling his Clanmates. He found Flarepaw crouched down tight in a ball trembling horribly with the badger looming over her ready to strike. Badgerscar screeched at Flarepaw to run but she was too terrified to move. Quickly Badgerscar leaped on top of the badger's back and swiped at its head before leaping back. The badger turned on him and while Badgerscar fought he again told Flarepaw to run, but she was petrified. The distraction was enough for the badger to strike a harsh blow on his side, knocking him against a tree with his flank bleeding heavily from a deep gashing wound. For the very first time, Flarepaw screeched in horror, catching the badger's attention. Badgerscar screeched at her to run but she couldn't. With the badger, looming over her Flarepaw closed her eyes waiting for her death, but to her confusion, nothing happened. Then a heart splitting moment a screech erupted. She opened her eyes and was shocked to see Badgerscar on top of her, protecting her from the badger. Desperately he had held his ground and remained on top of his apprentice till at last the rest of the patrol arrived and drew the badger away.

Badgerscar then collapsed and Flarepaw sat there beside her mentor wailing. You would think that Flarepaw would despise Badgerscar for everything he did to her but no, for all his harsh words and brutal training she still loved him and understood why he did those things. Desperately she had tried to stop the bleeding with her paws but to no avail. Badgerscar was dead before Blueberry could get to him and even if she had the warrior had lost too much blood and his wounds too severe to heal.

Days had passed and Flarepaw was still without a mentor. Applestar just couldn't figure out what to do with her and her family was worried about her because she just wouldn't leave her nest. In addition, when she did she just wouldn't speak to anyone, she was like a ghost. Finally, Applestar came to decide on a mentor for her. When her family brought her to the medicine cat's den in an effort to help her Applestar came to tell them. For the first time in days, Flarepaw finally spoke and begged Applestar not to give her another mentor. Finally, Flarepaw confessed on how much she hated being a warrior apprentice and how much she yearned to be a medicine cat instead. Everyone was shocked except for Blueberry, for some reason she knew but never said anything. Flarepaw always wondered why but Blueberry never gave a reason. That very day Flarepaw became a medicine cat apprentice. Her mood completely changed; she was happier, energetic, kind. She was the Flarepaw everyone knew and loved. No one realized just how much they cared for the old Flarepaw until she was gone. They realized now that Flarepaw had never meant to be a warrior after all but a medicine cat and they were happy that she now had a place.

MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE
Without telling anyone, Flarepaw left that day to Twolegplace to retrieve catmint for not just her brother but for all her sick Clanmates, including Blueberry. Although she was terrified to leave ThunderClan territory and enter the unknown, she was determined to save her Clanmates.

On her first medicine cat gathering, she was terrified but excited. She was terrified on meeting cats she didn't know but excited to see the mysterious Moonstone and meet cats from StarClan. At first, she was frightened of the other medicine cats and their apprentices. She would stick to Blueberry's side, being very quiet and hiding from prying eyes. As the night progressed, she eventually began to relax and listened to the medicine cats as they exchanged herb ideas. She changed and immediately connected with the other medicine cats and their apprentices as they continued talking about herbs. That very night in the Moonstone was the best night in her entire life, not for making new friends or seeing the moonstone for the very first time but for meeting her mother, she never got to know.

For many, many moons Flarepaw trained hard and dedicated a lot to becoming a medicine cat. After nine moons of training to become a medicine cat, a devastating case of greencough hit the Clan in leafbare after the conflict with badgers. Most of the warriors got sick, including the injured ones and Applestar herself. It was extremely difficult for the healthy warriors to feed the entire Clan by themselves in the harsh season. To Flarepaw's horror one of her beloved brothers, Breezerun became sick with greencough. Flarepaw realized that with so many of her Clanmates sick no one could go to retrieve catmint.

Desperate to save her brother Flarepaw snuck into the herb store and took the traveling herbs for herself. Without telling anyone, Flarepaw left that day to Twolegplace to retrieve catmint for not just her brother but for all her sick Clanmates, including Blueberry. For a moment Flarepaw had second thoughts when she felt her mother's spirit beside her and guiding her forward. Although she was terrified to leave ThunderClan territory and enter the unknown, Flarepaw understood that without the catmint many cats would die and those who survive the greencough will most likely starve. With the comfort of knowing StarClan had not forsaken them, Flarepaw determinedly left the territory. To her horror, there was literally danger everywhere in Twolegplace, monsters racing by, twolegs walking about, barking dogs, and strange hostile cats at every corner.

At one point, a pack of street dogs found her and chased her. She was backed up in a street with nowhere to hide. To her surprise, a cat came up to her from atop a fence nearby and told her to run towards her. Flarepaw ran and leaped up to safety and when the two cats were safely away from the barking dogs did they stop.

Flarepaw thanked the brown tabby she-cat called Autumn, and she was surprised to learn she wasn't scared of this she-cat who had just saved her life. After mentioning on never seeing Flarepaw before she asked where she lived. Reminded on why she was there in the first place Flarepaw quickly explained to Autumn she was from the forest and that her Clanmates were in dire need of catmint. Autumn who was a kittypet immediately understood and told Flarepaw she knew where they could find catmint, mentioning that her twolegs have catmint in their yard. Relieved Flarepaw anxiously followed the she-cat back to her home. Before leaving with as much catmint as she could carry Flarepaw thanked Autumn for everything she did, not just for saving her life but for saving her Clanmates lives.

As quickly as she could, Flarepaw returned to camp with the catmint. Owlflight and her brother Cloudrush were immediately relieved for they feared the worst had happened to her. Flarepaw had been gone the entire day and didn't return till after nightfall, which surprised everyone because she was absolutely terrified of the dark, but no matter how terrified Flarepaw was she had continued on. She brought back enough catmint to strengthen her Clanmates and soon Falconfeather had a patrol going to fetch more of the herbs. However, to Flarepaw's devastation she didn't make it in time to save several of her Clanmates including her brother Breezerun who passed right before she returned. For a long time, Flarepaw grieved for her brother, but eventually carried on living not just for herself but also for Breezerun.

MEDICINE CAT
Flarebreeze had thought Blueberry would go with Falconfeather to the moonstone but was surprised when Blueberry said she wouldn't be going. Blueberry announced to the Clan she was retiring from her position to return to being a warrior.

When Blueberry fully recovered, she announced in the medicine cat Gathering that Flarepaw was ready for her full name. Although she hated the attention, it was nowhere near as horrible on her first Clan Gathering and the apprentice ceremony. To everyone's surprise, she asked her mentor to name her Flarebreeze, in memory of Breezerun and Blueberry nodded, respecting her wishes.

As leafbare reached its peak, Applestar died, succumbing to wounds from the badger attack. Flarebreeze had thought Blueberry would go with Falconfeather to the moonstone but was surprised when Blueberry said she wouldn't be going. Blueberry announced to the Clan she was retiring from her position to return to being a warrior. Before Flarebreeze left with Falconfeather, she asked Blueberry why. The former medicine cat said Flarebreeze always had a strong connection with StarClan and felt ThunderClan would be safer if Flarebreeze was a full medicine cat instead of a mere apprentice to one.

After Falconstar became leader, Flarebreeze helped him and ThunderClan claw their way through leafbare. On Flarebreeze's first night alone in the den, she was scared. She felt her brother and mother's presence and could smell their scent. It comforted Flarebreeze and she knew that her brother and mother would always be there. Because of Flarebreeze's exceptional healing skills, she was able to prevent several deaths from lingering sickness but even with her strong connection with StarClan and skills, Flarebreeze was uncertain of the future.

Cloudrush's mate, Sorrelwing had been expecting kits and gave birth just as leafbare ended. Flarebreeze was filled with joy over the three new kits; two she-kits and a tom. The only tom was completely white like his father while the first she-kit was black and white. The second she-kit was completely ginger and in memory of the previous leader named the she-kit Applekit. The black and white tom was named Badgerkit in memory of Sorrelwing's father Badgerscar and the white kit was named Privetkit. After so much death it was a relief to see life and Flarebreeze knew that whatever happened she would do her absolute best to take care of her Clan.

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RIVERCLAN DEPUTY DEADLINE

A deadline of NOVEMBER 30TH has been set for RiverClan Deputy.
This is to allow for time for Turtlejump to be edited for the position. You may still enter in characters to this audition, however the deadline will not be extended for work in progresses at the time of judging, so please be aware.

THUNDERCLAN MEDICINE CAT DEADLINE

A deadline has been set for whichever comes first: The completion and posting of Swanflower and Foxfire or DECEMBER 2ND. Once the two work in progress biographies have been finished the audition will be closed, so if you intend to audition please PM me, or get your biography posted as soon as possible.

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TURTLEJUMP OF RIVERCLAN

deputy • 38 moons • she-cat • homosexual

TURTLESTAR was given the prefix TURTLE for their cautious and calculating personality; later, her penchant and skill of hunting turtles. They had the suffix JUMP for their jumping ability, which played into their turtle-hunting skill.

RE-AUDITIONING FOR RANK OF DEPUTY OF RIVERCLAN!

APPEARANCE ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX
Turtle was a very small kit, born in a litter of half-wild Bengal cats. Her father was an Asiatic Leopard, like all first generation (or F-1) Bengals, and she looked just like him: soft fur tummy swaddled in cream-white fur, topped with large, round, black spots; toasted-marshmallow color head that darkened to a deep dun over her body; chunky, coal-black stripes and rosettes down her body. She has four dark stripes, looking like a sports' players eyeblack, that drag right below her eyes, two on each sides. Two black commas are dotted right above the inner curve of each eye. The back of each ankle is deep charcoal, thick and coarse for grooming. As she grew, her browns darkened and her creams lightened. Her eyes range in color from deep gray to a pale yellow-green, depending on the light.

She grew into her body, too: though she does not know it, she is the biggest of her litter. Her head is rounded and tight, with deep-set eyes, expressive eyes that, when resting, give her a look of eternal anger. She has curt, short ears, and a dusty pink nose. Protruding from freckle-like spots on her muzzle are long, sweeping white whiskers. Like a lion, she has a deep, swaying belly, a wide-set back, and strong, rounded haunches. Her tail is thick for arboreal travel, weighted like a snow-leopards, and banded like a raccoon, tipped in a cap of black. She walks with a swaying stalk, and her gait can change from an intimidating hulk to a swift sprint in the blink of an eye. Her pelt is littered with scars and patches of fur that grow slower than others due to prior damage.

PERSONALITY
pros - acute survival instincts, possessed of great strength and speed, regal and commanding of attention
cons - stubborn, eremitic, loud, prone to being hostile to newcomers, distrustful and warms slowly to others

Turtle learned from an early age to be distrustful of humans: her mother was so protective of her and her litter-mates that she would not even let the hand that bred them come close. Aurora had lost too many children to that groping, gaping hand. And so Turtlejump gleaned the positives of avoiding humans, swiping at the fleshy grabbing appendage, raking the flesh with her sharp claws, or smacking a head or limp with a powerful thwack should it come too close. Almost as soon as she could see and walk, she began practicing her powerful hiss, building up her lungs to result in a deep, chesty snarl that doubled as a spit, sending splatter everywhere. She communicates mostly in her strong hiss, low, coiling growls, and the rumbling, growing yowl that spikes in the middle of the sound and tails off into a bubbling growl again. This is because Turtle is usually standoffish-- not angry, or mad, though she can be quick to anger, but aloof, poised to react to anything that could possibly be thrown at her. She regards all other cats with a haughty eye, a result of her confidence built up by extended solo survival. It is a certainty of skill and prowess, and not necessarily a belief that she was born better than any other cat.

Survival is a large defining factor of Turtlejump's personality. It is part of the reason why she was given her name: she has both a mind of a strategist and for avoiding danger and trouble. Like a turtle, she knows when to duck for cover, but also when to run forward with jaws snapping. She is conscientious of risk and has learned to transfer the skills she gleaned from keeping herself alive into assisting Magpiestar and helping to keep Riverclan thriving. Some may think she is timid, which is untrue-- she is quite forward, loud, and opinionated; but she is wise beyond her years, having grown up Clanless in the big, wide world. Subconsciously, she blames herself for the separation-- and probable death, she has realized-- of her mother and siblings. She also feels horrible about leaving her father caged up in the breeder's house. This inward and unspoken guilt is part of what motivates her to be a successful deputy, to ensure that all the cats who fall under her responsibility never end up suffering pain or death, or the entwined horror of both that comes from being caged up at the will of a human.

When appeased, relaxed, or happy (true moments of these emotions come few and far between for Turtlejump), she communicates in chirps, screams, or whines. She ranges in sound from the call of a baby alligator to a breathless, high-pitched noise that can barely be heard by even cat ears. When she has reached an area that she feels is totally safe, or is around another whom she totally trusts, she rolls on her back and shows her tummy, squirming around in glee, just like any cat-- unlike some, however, she has quite a lot of weight to throw around. Her large appearance can be deceiving, and she likes that: no enemy who looks at her believes a cat of her girth can run so quickly, jump so high, manage to hide herself in the smallest spaces, or fight to the ability that Turtle can; indeed, she is a grand fighter, endowed with both size and strength, and a will to live that materializes in her savage battle style. She does not hunger for battle, but instead uses it as a last resort; she cares not for honor or prestige, merely survival, and she will do whatever it takes for her-- and her clan-- to carry on.

Turtlejump feels uncomfortable in the open, but she is terrified of cramped spaces. She prefers to be up high in the free spaces of the trees, swimming through the water (of which skill she is naturally gifted with prowess), anywhere she can find both cover and one or two angles of escape, should the need arise. She is prone to being horrendously stubborn, making debating and arguing with her difficult. She is possessed of a one-track mind, and once she sinks her fangs into an idea, she rarely lets go without a fight. She hardly does anything she is told to do, often regarding orders given by Magpiestar with more than a little distaste, and requires much convincing to act in a way that she does not agree with. Her size, weight, and loud voice lend to her intimidating factor, and the way she carries herself-- with a careless regality-- impress her into the minds of her clan mates and cats of other clans, making her a force to be reckoned with.

Perhaps the oddest part about Turtlejump is her love for the flesh of turtles, something she frequently craves. She has perfected her hunting style for terrapins, as well-- watching from a good but jumpable distance, and pouncing in a tight bow shape, snatching the wrinkly flesh behind the skull-bones on the first try, and pulling, pulling, pulling, until the neck muscles are too stretched and damages to retract the head quickly. Then flip the creature over and seizes the windpipe. Once dead, eat the flippers, then chew at the material that binds carapace to plastron, weakening the bond, and force the shell apart. The flesh is sweet and watery, perfect for quenching thirst and slaking hunger at the same time, and the shell makes for both a good scratching implement to keep claws sharp, and for gnawing on to release boredom or anxiety.

FAMILY MEMBERS
Aurora - mother, third generation Bengal tired of watching her kits be stolen away. Teacher of survival, caution, and hostility. Fate unknown.
Sancho - father, Asiatic Leopard, creature built of anger and discomfort. Craved freedom, was never sated. Remained in the breeder's house.
Tibura - older sister, F1 Bengal. Vicious and spoiling for a fight. Killed by a dog during their yard escape.
Wound - older brother, F1 Bengal. Injured by a clumsy child at a young age. Euthanized by the breeder.
Malach - younger brother, F1 Bengal. Loving, but small and weak, died of a respiratory infection after their escape. The biggest blow to Turtle, as they were the closest.
Lavender - younger sister, F1 Bengal. Secretive and shy, escaped the breeder's house successfully, separated after. Fate unknown.

HISTORY
She remembers very clearly the divide between the warm, soft surface that smelled of mother and the cold, hard surface that reeked of metal and bleach. Wander too far away from mother's side and one would stumble upon that hostile place, where paws and unformed claws had little grip, where chilled, stainless steel was cold on young bellies, where one could do little more than splay their weak legs and cry for mother's help, and be carried back to where it was warm and safe. Turtle (named Brown Rosette Girl 1 by the breeders) once struggled over the cold place, until she ran into something that prevented her from moving forward anymore: her nose fit in a space, her little lips dragged on the mesh of the cage. Confused and flustered, she filled the air with her yowls of concern until Aurora picked the small kit up by the scruff of her neck and brought her back to the nest.

The cage was on a shelf, next to cages that held other Bengals, ranging in colors from pale-white to silver to the normal dun. A steady stream of chatter flowed from one enclosure to the next, but what Turtle recalled the strongest was the sharp screams of hatred and enmity that emanated from the pen stacked two higher than her own. A constant cacophony of "LET ME FREE!" "GET ME OUT!" and other pleas for release became her lullaby and alarm clock-- and even before she knew the meaning of the words, the rhythm drummed into her, and as she gathered their substance they soon became her battle cry. Soon enough, she discovered the source of the sounds: a trapped, belabored tom with a harsh voice and unbroken spirit. Once her language had advanced to the point of coherent speak, she perched herself up on the wire of the cage, stood on her back legs, and asked, "Who are you? What's wrong."

Surprisingly, the screams fell silent. The tom pressed his beautiful spotted head as close to the bars of his cage as he could, and said: "I am a wild thing kept here for a human's pleasure. Freedom is life, and the human's are truly the destroyers of freedom. You, my daughter, must find life. Find freedom." And from that day onward, Turtle and her father, Sancho, would speak affectionately through the bars of their kennels, him telling stories of his beautiful previous life, and her making wishes and promises about her life to come.

One day, when the litter was about four or five moons old, the breeder came down with another human and a human child, to show them off for purchase. The human child wanted so badly to hold one of the kittens, so the breeder reached in and selected the oldest male, and, fighting off Aurora's savage hisses and the slash of her claws, pulled him out and presented the kit to the human child. The human child was so excited to hold the baby, he squeezed too tightly, and the kitten screamed (as kittens, in their undeveloped vocalic state, are wont to do). Startled, the child dropped the kitten, breaking two of his legs. The kitten (and humans) were quickly whisked away, while Aurora gathered all her children close and held them tight, saddened by what she was certain was the loss of yet another kit at the hands of humans.

From above, Sancho leaned and whispered, "You see."

To all their surprise, the kitten was returned later, with legs wrapped in cotton and cloth. Named Wound, his growth was painful and stunted, and none of the families that came by were interested in seeing him. One day the breeder took him away, and Wound did not return. The kittens pestered their mother with questions of when their brother would be back. Aurora dodged them for days, until she finally broke: "He is dead!" She screamed, scaring her children into silence. "He is dead and soon will you all be, or gone, which is as good as dead!"

It was then Turtle knew she would have to get out. She could not spend the rest of her life waiting for some human to pluck her up and end her life. She spent her planning days mauling fingers and hands, defending herself and her family against the groping desires of humans. Finally, they all came up with a plan: when the breeder, who lived alone but for the cats, came down to refill the water and change the litter pad, Tibura, their oldest and most feral sister, would hurl herself into the breeder's face, while Aurora, Turtle, and their little siblings Malach and Lavender would make a break for it. At the back of the basement where the cats were kept was a screened in window, to allow for airflow. The larger cats would break through the screen to freedom, and Tibura would follow close behind them. From there they would run as far and as fast as their legs would carry them.

The scheme worked like a charm. All five cats, with runty Malach being carried in Aurora's jaws, escaped from the basement as the breeder screamed after them. In the uproar caused by all the actions, the cats were screaming: "Let me out" "We want to come with you!" "Don't leave me here!" But what Turtle remembered the most was Sancho's scream: "GO FREE!" Her father yowled, slashing viciously at the bars of his cage in victory, rattling the entire shelf unit, "GO HAVE LIFE!"

Unfortunately for the freed cats, having life was more difficult than any of them imagined. A dog attacked them while they skirted the treeline, searching easy prey, and Tibura threw herself right into its face, as she had the breeder. Whether it was self-sacrifice for her family to escape or a simple small-minded bloodlust would never be known, for the big hound tore Tibura to shreds as she screamed in it's jowls. The remaining four retreated.

The next weeks were filled with danger and strife. Malach fell sick. He had yellow puss streaming from his nose, his eyes were caked shut with crust, and he wheezed when he breathed. He could barely travel a few feet without having to stop and gasp for breath. Saddened by the reality, Turtle was the first to acknowledge his inability to carry on: she discussed the fact with Malach, who encouraged her to continue. "Find... life...," he told her. In the morning Turtle and Lavender departed-- their mother refused to leave her son's side while he was still breathing. That was the last time Turtle ever saw her mother, though she is sure of Malach's demise.

The pair lived-- no, thrived-- in the wild, with Turtle's speed and strength and Lavender's nose for caution. The sisters learned much from each other during this time, and grew very close. It was here Turtle perfected her tactic for killing, well, turtles, though not without a few meaningful bites from red-belly sliders, painted box's, and one very close call with the vicious jaws of a snapping turtle. It was then, hunting turtles one morning, they picked up the smell of other cats. Though perfectly capable of surviving on her own, Turtle knew the inherent strength in numbers. She brought up the idea of approaching the group of cats-- who were, in fact, a Riverclan scout patrol-- and seeing what their situation was. Lavender, cripplingly shy and terrified of almost everything, outright refused. Turtle kept trying, which led to an argument. Then the duo parted ways-- Lavender heading away from the cats, and Turtle heading towards them.

The patrol discovered her after an evening or two. She had been hiding from them, using her skills to conceal herself. She almost stepped out directly into their path before they noticed her. Suspicious at first, they questioned her about her intentions-- where was she going, what was she doing, was she alone, that kind of thing. Secretive and burly, Turtle had trouble convincing the patrol that she was not a threat, but she managed to make herself seem innocent enough that they took her back to camp. After the refreshing swim, she was presented to the clan leader, an old but still thoroughly sharp cat named Magpiestar, The old tom was wise, and he led his clan thoroughly through that wisdom. He, apparently, saw something in Turtle, her size and strength, or her shrewd eye for danger and survival, so he extended an offer for her to join Riverclan. She was christened Turtlepaw, until such time as she could prove herself as a warrior and earn her proper suffix.

The first thing she did was show the Riverclan cats her way of catching turtles. Their thriving population and fatty sustenance was a good addition to the food source. She worked with them to enhance their danger avoidance skills, and her strength and speed did well to help out in a fight. She was paired off with a warrior named Brindlestreak, who helped her perfect her fish-catching method, instructed her in the social points of being a clan cat, and taught her about the other clans. He also taught her all the ins-and-outs of the warrior code. She did not make many fast friends, but she earned their trust quickly. Though they may not pick her out as a cat to have a pleasant conversation with, some of the warriors began sharing tongues with her-- namely the ones who iriginally discovered her. They liked her for her frankness and lack of fear-- though she valued survival over everything, she rarely showed any visible fear. Soon, the clan attended a Gathering where she was named Turtlejump, a strange oxymoron, but a perfect name for their swift and striking turtle hunter.

After her naming, Turtlejump seemed to thrive among the clan cats. Surviving with her sister and then living on her own had more than prepared her for existing amongst a group of capable felines. Before her initiation, she had never taken a fancy to being given an apprentice. Soon after her naming, however, she was matched up with one, a she-cat named Specklepaw. Specklepaw was a daughter of one of the warriors who had first found her and brought her to Riverclan. Turtlejump taught her, first and foremost, the lessons she had learned out by herself, followed by the Warrior Code, and, of course, how to catch a turtle. Turtlejump found herself to be oddly fond of the apprentice, and the two became very close. On a hunting trip, once, Turtlejump accidentally said, "Good kill, Malach!" prompting Specklepaw to inquire as to whom Malach was. Turtlejump told her about her favorite baby brother, and soon the entire story came bubbling out. She ended the tale with "Now you know, Specklepaw. Now you need to find life."

Turtlejump was beaming with pride at Specklepaw's Naming, watching the newly christened Specklesong accept her name with satisfied silence. It was at this Gathering when Magpiestar, looking tousled and more than a bit concerned, approached her. Turtlejump always had respect for the old leader, knowing what emotional and physical strife he was going through simply by proximity, but never feeling close enough to the tom to get involved. It was not her place. Magpiestar extended to her the idea of ascending to the rank of deputy-- he was a smart cat, and new how to play his cards and get the most from his resources. Turtlejump was meshing well with the clan, and not only that, but she had an acute knowledge of the world outside the clan. He acknowledged her stubbornness, and she acknowledged that his tendencies to be slightly touchy and temperamental may cause more trouble than it was worth. He dismissed this, stating he was sure her sense of self-preservation would only do good things for the clan.

As deputy, Turtlejump initiated a number of training groups to teach older kits and young apprentices with group survival and surviving in the wild on their own. Warriors and mothers and the deputy herself were always nearby, of course, so none were ever truly in danger. She also taught the young cats about the horrid presence that were humans. She ended every lesson with "Have freedom. Have life." She also became closer with Magpiestar. She told him about her father, but never pressured him to share more than his political strife he carried as a leader. Getting into his private life was, again, not her place. But one day, after she noticed the leader looking more down than usual, she offered him some advice: "You must find life."

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HONEYPAW OF RIVERCLAN

Medicine Cat Apprentice • 8 Moons • She-Cat • Homosexual

Honeypaw was given the prefix Honey for their golden eyes and sweet nature. They have the suffix paw for their rank.

APPEARANCE
Honeypaw has been described as a very beautiful cat. She is a white and silver tabby with very defined, symmetrical markings; especially around her face. The tabby cat has a mixture of unusual stripes and marbling across her body, each marking is pitch black which stands out on her silvery fur. Her paws, chest, belly and muzzle is a vibrant snow-white.

Honeypaw has a rather slim build though her long fur makes it appear rather muscular. Her legs are quite long, making her a lot taller than most of her clanmates. Her tail is of average-size however her legs make it appear rather short. The muscles in her back legs are strong, strong enough to allow her to leap to different paces with ease and are able to power her through water like a fish.

Honeypaw has gorgeous golden eyes that seem to entrance many cats. Her feathery-like whiskers also attract some due to their almost fuzzy appearance

PERSONALITY
Honeypaw, like her name suggests, is an incredibly sweet natured cat. Whether you've got a thorn in your paw or a scratch on your ear, she'll worry for you like a mother; only more endearing. When the time calls for it, Honeypaw is a brilliant listener and most cats can open up to her with ease. However, she is too kind for her own good. The tabby doesn't chase away trespassers and tends to greet them rather than warn them off, much to the annoyance of the warriors of RiverClan.

Honeypaw is very passionate; about healing, about others and even about trivial things like stars or herb collecting. Giving cats compliments is her favourite thing to do due to the glowing grins it bestows on them. Despite this, it still causes troubles since it can give some cats the wrong idea. Honeypaw isn't usually interested in relationships, it was taboo for a medicine cat to love, but some cats still think that the tabby is flirting with them when she gives them a compliment. This tends to lead to awkward situations which she sometimes makes worse out of clumsiness.

The silver tabby also doesn't care much for rules and occasionally ignores them if she sees fit. Loud noises and fights set her on edge and she'll try to stop a fight between any cats; be it two patrols, two clanmates or even two strangers. Despite her soft exterior, Honeypaw can be surprisingly stubborn and her usual happy nature makes it hard for cats to say no, even if her stubborn decision is a bad one

FAMILY MEMBERS
~~Swiftreed~~ - Mother, Unstable: dark grey she-cat with blue eyes.
Gnarledtooth - Father: silver tabby with light amber eyes.
Scorchedpaw - Brother: dark grey, almost black, tabby with reddish-amber eyes.

HISTORY
Honeypaw had a fairly average kit-hood, despite the fact that her mother was completely crazy. Crazy is a harsh a word, Swiftreed was emotionally unstable compared to other cats. She had incredibly severe mood wings and over-reacted to the simplest things. Herself and her mute brother quickly learnt that relying on their mother for support or advice was an incredibly bad idea; especially when Swiftreed suggested that they bite Magpiestar's tail because he had criticized her for snapping at the deputy and then him when he tried to interfere. Needless to say, they did no such thing.

Thankfully, their life wasn't all rocky and wobbling. Their father, Gnarledtooth, was a kind-hearted but disciplined tom with a snaggle tooth and he decided to take most of their raising as his responsibility. After seeing this, their mother got very angry with him. Hissing with rage at Gnarledtooth's claim of their three moon old kits, Swiftreed demanded that Honeypaw and Scorchedpaw go to her and shun their father. Of course, they didn't. Both Honeypaw and Scorchedpaw had grown rather scared of their enraged, depressed, joyous, hurtful mother that dropped moods just as quickly as lightning flashes. Their refusal didn't go down well. Swiftreed bellowed her anger and swiped at Gnarledtooth, missing his muzzle by a whisker, before storming out of the nursery and never returning.

Despite Gnarledtooth being a tom, the respectful warrior approached Magpiestar; begging him to ease him off duties so he can raise the kits his previous mate had abandoned. This was indeed rather ridiculous, having a tom as a queen, but thankfully Magpiestar allowed some leeway in Gnarledtooth's duties until both Honeypaw and Scorchedpaw were old enough to take some responsibility for themselves.

Honeypaw and Scorchedpaw faced a lot of confused glances and a few mocking words because of having their dad as their queen; though he merely slept with them in the nursery and taught them the warrior code and respectful manners during his spare time. Despite Honeypaw and Scorchedpaw being sensible kits at four moons; Gnarledtooth decided to stay with them until they reached five moons in order to make sure their mother didn't try anything with them. This extended stay was a wise choice, as Swiftreed became bitter and more angry at all three of them for 'betraying' her.

As they grew older, Scorchedpaw definitely showed an interest in becoming a warrior like his father and would pester him everyday to show him fighting moves. Of course, Gnarledtooth declined such requests but did show his two kits a suitable hunting crouch for catching mice and frogs and told them a few basic tricks to catching fish. On the other hand, Honeypaw showed more interest in healing or helping cats and spent more time in the elder's den; listening to their stories, fluffing their nests and willingly helping them groom fleas. She didn't mind. However, Swiftreed was always lurking. Every chance she got, she would send a snappish and/or hurtful comment to Honeypaw; seeing her helpful nature as 'weak'.

As expected, this really stung Honeypaw, especially since Swiftreed was still her mother in her eyes. Speaking to her father, Gnarledtooth hissed in anger at what his former mate had said and instantly rebuked the idea that Honeypaw was weak. "Finding happiness in helping others does not make you weak, preying on others' happiness makes you so." is what he told her and those words still stick to her heart to this day.

After that, Honeypaw managed to ignore her mother but still cast sorrowful glances at the corrupted she-cat whenever she saw her.

Soon enough, Honeypaw's and Scorchedpaw's apprentice ceremonies arrived. Scorchedpaw was ecstatic as his mentor was assigned and it was no secret that the mute tom was overjoyed much to the clan's amusement. Gnarledtooth frantically muttering "Stay calm Scorchedpaw!" really made that day a happy one. Honeypaw froze in shock as her mentor was the medicine cat, Nettleheart. According to the medicine cat, Starclan sent Nettleheart a sign that Honeypaw was to be their apprentice by sending a harmless bee into the medicine cat den to land in the honey stored for soothing throat or binding wounds. The medicine cat had freed the bee from the sticky trap without being stung and the bee bumbled back out of the den and flew off. Swiftreed was not happy with this development, whilst she congratulated Scorchedpaw with a curt greeting, she completely shunned Honeypaw even though the silver tabby didn't know why.

Sadly, one moon into her joyful apprenticeship, Swiftreed caught greencough. Having Swiftreed in the same den as her was bad enough but as the cough grew worse, so did Swiftreed's temper. The she-cat became deluded and whispered venomous insults directed towards Honeypaw when she wasn't screeching them at the top of her lungs. Noticing Honeypaw's worsening mood, Nettleheart suggested that she spend a few nights in the apprentice den until Swiftreed got better. The tabby graciously accepted the offer and squirmed into the apprentice den. The other apprentices were very confused why she was there but Scorchedpaw, knowing fully well what their mother was like, invited her into his nest with a silent flick of his tail.

A few days passed but Swiftreed's condition kept worsening until the she-cat couldn't move, gagging on her own spittle whilst still trying to heave insults at Honeypaw whenever she was around. Gnarledtooth tried visiting Swiftreed in her ill state but seeing his former loving mate in such a stained condition brought the usual composed warrior close to tears and he was always forced out by the depression the hissing cat brought him. Seeing her father in such a way wrenched at Honeypaw's heartstrings and the usually sweet she-cat found herself wishing for her mother's death.

The day after, Swiftreed died. Her body could no longer fight the illness and broke down. As tradition, the elders and those closest to Swiftreed sat beside her body until it was time to bother her. Most elders did not want to be there, they had grown fond of Honeypaw and her kind words and despised the way Swiftreed had treated her and her brother. Surprisingly, Gnarledtooth sat beside the body, grooming the cooling fur with tears in his eyes and a grieving silence clogging his throat. Honeypaw and Scorchedpaw did not. They said their goodbyes but neither wanted to stay with the body until it was buried. Whilst Honeypaw fled to the den in tears, Scorchedpaw stayed and watched the vigil from a distance; his eyes remaining dry.

Sunrises passed, the grief of Swiftreed's death swiftly passed. Gnarledtooth still kept a sore look on his face when she was mentioned but he still tried to be the warrior he was, content and logical. Scorchedpaw seemed unaffected by his mother's death and continued his training with great prowess. Honeypaw, however, blamed herself for her mother's death. Wishing her passing must of caused it, or so she thought. Scared of what would happen and regretful of what did, Honeypaw kept the selfish wish inside of her; paying great concentration to every word Nettleheart spoke and keeping up her sweet nature with ease, determined to try and forget about Swiftreed and her illness, both of the mind and the body.

Last Edit: Dec 1, 2015 2:21:00 GMT by skyy and her socks: corrected wrong suffix use + formatting

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Post by skyy and her socks on Dec 1, 2015 2:00:23 GMT

RIVERCLAN DEPUTY DECISION

@weaselstar , iona , @macro , after a chat with Stag, we have a decision for you on who would best fit with Magipiestar for his deputy.

Yewtail will be RiverClan deputy.

Iona, I'll fix up Yewtail's biography for you, there's nothing more you need to do there.

I'm sorry Macro and Tortu, both characters were great! Feel free to either re-audition them in SkyClan for deputy, or go for one of the medicine cat or medicine cat apprentice places! Thank you guys!

SHADOWCLAN DEPUTY DECISION

@lost and @noire , as with RiverClan, I've been chatting with Shanny, and she's decided on the best cat to work with Rosestar for the position. Though it was one hell of a close decision.

Neritefang will be ShadowClan deputy.

Noire, if you post up the biography, I'll make sure it's accepted as soon as possible.

Lost, I really do adore Onyxfeather, and it's a shame he can't make the rank at the moment. But there's always hope for the future! Feel free to audition for SkyClan deputy, if you'd still like to try for a deputy position!

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CUCKOOSTREAM OF SKYCLAN

deputy • 35 moons • trans male (assigned female at birth) • gay

CUCKOOSTREAM was given the prefix CUCKOO for his blue grey pelt like the cuckoo bird. They have the suffix STREAM for their remarkable swimming ability.

APPEARANCE

x (kit)
x (apprentice)
x (adult)
x (photoset)
x (photoset 2)

Cuckoostream has an air of softness and benevolence; he's the spitting image of his mother. His fur is a clean blue slate colour, the same as his mother's coat, and he has a nose of a soft dark grey colour. His first impression is that of a friend, compassionate, well-versed, eloquent but understanding. His soft features mean that many expect a kind character; they are not disappointed. He is almost like a welcoming older cousin, loyal and devoted to the clan. His eyes are a light blue-green colour and his irises are large, round and black, rarely changing to slits except in the dark. His fur is short and sleek and he is of average height and weight. His tail is quite long, his legs are slightly above average in length and his whiskers are average length and white. He walks with a light but pressed step, but always considerate in his actions and methodical, but able to be carefree if necessary.

PERSONALITY
Cuckoostream is a good, honest and dependable character. He is the friend of the group who will do any favour, no matter how big, and is the type of deputy to do any task required. He understands the importance of cooperation and working in a team, and though he can be reserved and laid-back, he is more than willing to contribute to discussions and enjoys listening to others' thoughts.

He is quite diplomatic and tends to avoid arguments and tries not to cause any fuss. He always wants others to feel at ease and in that sense he can be too forgiving but if Magpiestar tells him that his idea is inaccurate, he is more than willing to listen and obey commands.

He is an optimist through and through, and has hope for the clan. He does not like to think of depressing events unless necessary as it drags down his mood but he understands that there are issues in clan life that are not positive that must always be tackled.

He is witty and eloquent and has a sharp mind and a good sense of humour; he is jovial. While he is very dedicated and hard-working he is also able to relax with his family and friends and does not feel like he must be restrained around them.

While Cuckoostream is caring towards others, he also can be quite shy and introspective and overly formal, maintaining distance between others, especially those he does not know well. He does not take kindly to those who are cruel or injust and he has a very strong moral code, for this he can be overly emotional and unable to think logically or laterally about a situation. Cuckoostream places an emotional distance between himself and those he does not know well and thus can be seen as harsh or aloof. He is deeply insecure about himself and needs to be affirmed by others constantly as a reminder that he is worth something, perhaps to stroke an underlying ego. He can seem airy or vague, downright inconsistent; he skips around the meat of a conversation because he is quite a fragile character and always feels like he must walk on eggshells to avoid hurting others.

FAMILY MEMBERS
mother: riverstep
father: jaystorm
brother: juniperclaw
sister: kitefang
sister: yewberry

ex-mate: fernpetal
current mate: crushedjaw (originally brightpelt)
adopted son: rookpaw
adopted daughter: ravenpaw

HISTORY
Cuckookit was born to two parents, Riverstep and Jaystorm in SkyClan. Both fell in love in an average way, no forbidden romance or love at first sight, rather they were introduced by an acquaintance and progressed in stages to lovers, Riverstep deciding to have kits to affirm her love to Jaystorm and because of her love of motherhood; after all, she was a cat of gentle disposition. They were both excellent parents and endeavored to give all the love and care to their kits that they could.

Cuckookit was a quiet and studious kit, almost shy compared to his bashful siblings. Kitekit was aggressive and sociable and often spent her time play-fighting. Yewkit helped Cuckookit to ease out of his shell thanks to her extroverted but compassionate nature. Cuckookit did not get along so well with Juniperkit because they were worlds apart; Juniperkit was a boisterous and rowdy fighter and Cuckookit was almost reclusive. Of all of the kits, Cuckookit was the one who was the most reticent about becoming an apprentice; such a change in his life would not be easy.

His apprenticeship went very well. He was apprenticed to a black tom named Beetlefur who though an older warrior who was not as sharp in mind or body as his younger companions was arguably an incredible teacher because he had great perceptive skills and was confident in discussion. This gave Cuckoopaw some much needed confidence and this allowed him to "come out" as trans later in his apprenticeship, which was accepted by all of his family, though Juniperclaw was somewhat ambivalent. His favourite lessons with Beetlefur were by far those of swimming, followed by those for hunting. Cuckoopaw was a poor fighter, his build and physique was purely average, but his good agility allowed him to be confident in swimming, perhaps the only physical area in which he truly did excel.

When he was made a warrior his family watched him and they were all quite proud, especially his mother who was beaming with pride. It was not much time after this however that his father passed away unexpectedly, and this left a gap in Cuckoostream's heart, and thus he turned to solitude and later wit, to escape the pain he felt that could not be expressed into words. After this time he met a young warrior, Fernpetal, at 14 moons; she was only 15 moons; and the two of them became very close friends and shared everything with each other and their relationship blossomed into love.

Some moons later, aged eighteen moons, Cuckoostream and Fernpetal got into a row, which was unusual for Cuckoostream, and this resulted in the two of them splitting up and going their separate ways. Neither had kits of course because biology would not allow it and so there were no hard feelings in Fernpetal's mind. In Cuckoostream's mind however he was broken-hearted and it was at this point that he dedicated himself to his work and the attainment of becoming a respected warrior, taking up an apprentice named Hollypaw.

Hollypaw was a difficult apprentice, demanding in the sense that she was bright but also incredibly stubborn. He knew he had to rise to the challenge. During this time, Cuckoostream fell in love with another SkyClan tom named Crushedjaw. The two decided to adopt two kits: Rookkit, a black tom kit and Ravenkit, a black she kit. Crushedjaw, as he was an elder and injured to the face but otherwise completely mobile, helped out a lot in the rearing of the kits as Cuckoostream focused on training. The two were loving and devoted and were a happy family.

When Hollypaw became Hollystrike, Cuckoostream was touched by the ceremony and proud of the apprentice and himself and what they had achieved as a team. At this point his adopted kits had already been apprentices for two moons, and he was starting to become a very proud and happy father, at an excellent point in his life. It was right at this time where the previous deputy Snailstep retired and Cuckoostream was approached by Pinestar about becoming deputy. He was touched and honoured by the offer and endeavored to serve his clan the best he possibly could.

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Post by Decadence on Dec 1, 2015 4:17:53 GMT

HALFFACE OF SKYCLAN

deputy • 45 moons • tom • heterosexual

HALFFACE was given the prefix HALF for their RENAMED FROM HAWKPAW TO HALFPAW AFTER FIRE. They have the suffix FACE for their FACIAL BURNS.

APPEARANCE

.001 lacks scarring, but exact idea of his looks

A stunning colossus of wild windswept fur is the key defining factor for placing Halfface in an open crowd. The tom's massive sizing can be determined through the use of some deep lost family lines that are said to even tie back to the creation of SkyClan but Halfface isn't so conceited as to believe this tales. The tom stands much taller than most of his clanmates with a sturdy heavy frame met for warfare. Everything from the bulk of his brutish chest to the mass of his oversized paws promise a exciting battle. White fur marbles down the center of the tom's face spreading at his nose and taking over his pelt from chest to belly.

The white fur curves at the base of his forepaws before disappearing into the thicket of russet tawny brown with flecks of a darker shade at the edges.

Now one might ask of this horrific scarring to the tom's face? Well above and below his right eye are thick patches of velvety pink scars the darker being above his eye. The right side of his face is littered with small etches of pink patches and the tom's right eye while healed can no longer develop eyelashes at that side making his left eye look larger and the right more menacing. The tom's eyes are a mix of hazel with deep soft splashes of green. Not nearly as bright as emerald in fact more like algae growing on a lake top. Soft and serene unlike the rest of the tom's unsettling appearance.

The tom's tail is actually quite short compared to the rest of his massive structure. The ropey length contains the same amount of massive fur but the coloring differences from the rest of his pelt. At the base of his rump mainly dark brown splashes alone but fades into the tawny copper brown before spiriting away into a raccoon effect of dark brown ringlets.

PERSONALITY

who i pretend to be so well: cold, ignorant, cunning, uncaring
The tom is a master of concealing his emotions thus giving the appearance of being a colder individual than what is actually within him. Appearing as cool as ice he doesn't typically give a straight reaction to my scenarios no matter what had occurred. He simply takes in the information without an apparent emotional attachment. Known to roll off situations that might emotionally hinder a cat it's his ability to not have an emotional attachment to situations that makes him ideal as a deputy. He doesn't let his emotions cloud the best choice of action. Since he is strictly thought based v.s. emotional this allows him to make rather cunning choices which some cats might be uncomfortable making. Halfface has always been willing to put his own pride and line on the line for his clan even if that changes how others might view him.

Ignorance of his own worth helps the tom to push himself to the limits. He often ignores the advances of others because forming an attachment to another living thing makes it dangerous for one's sanity. Knowing he cares for another cat is a weakness he cannot afford and if meeting another cat like himself - he knows they would take advantage of his weakness for others. Thus, the tom takes it upon himself to appear uncaring, disaffection, and lacking of social structure. It's not that he lacks the ability to be social he just shuts himself out for everyone's sake.

what is actually in my heart and soul: loving, affectionate, noble, understanding
It's probably his own lack of compassion for himself that makes him so noble as he is capable of putting himself into other's paw prints. Yet, this tom still has a noble heart, he will not endanger kits or cats not capable of defending himself. He may use their weakness to his advantage but he will not intend on actually causing harm. When the tom does let himself open up he is actually quite affectionate in both words and actions. Letting others in won't be easy but once he lets them in he will give them a small fraction of his heart. He won't care who sees or hears about his affection because he wouldn't want to risk losing it because of hesitance. Halfface's love wouldn't be black and white he'd love everything about the cat he'd given himself to. It wouldn't be an easy task for the cat to let another into this tender core but it's not impossible.

Halfface is capable of being happy despite his cold demeanor, he does feel things, he is just a master of concealing emotions. Since he is able to experience emotions the same as others this makes him understanding toward others actions and emotions. He can see why they did something and while he may not agree he won't put them down or taunt them about it. More like sit there with a blank expression because he also won't validate they were correct in their action either.

what is broken and so cold: pride, self-worth, insecure
Losing one's pride wasn't hard for Halfface it all happened the day before he'd taken on the name Halfpaw. Becoming scarred by fire made the tom no longer feel as though others could connect with him. He felt like an outcast and isolated by his disfigurement. That same day he also lost his self-worth because he'd been unable to save others. He viewed himself as weak and insignificant to his clan. To mark the day that had changed him so, he took it upon himself to ask his leader for a new name to remember his shame. Deep inside, Halfface is a self loathing cat who takes no stock in his own life. He believes that any harm and hardship that comes to him is well deserved. The tom doesn't think he is worthy of happiness or even to ascend his leader one day. He feels as if he will fail his clan as he did those cats so many a moon ago.

The male isn't sure of himself often and normally goes solely as the best action that leads to the best outcome. He doesn't believe he is a capable leader and at times questions Pinestar's decision to raise him in ranks.

FAMILY MEMBERS

~~Ivyfrost~~ - mother
~~Thornstrike~~ - father
~~sibling #1~~ - female sister
~~sibling #2~~ - female sister
~~sibling #3~~ - male brother

HISTORY

the day the wind went out: pre-birth
Thornstrike was a rather affirmed warrior who has strive to prove himself as a strong and powerful warrior in SkyClan. He was easy one of the best fighters do to his lumbering size yet imposing cunning in a fight. His valor made him an easy target for she-cats who wanted only the best genes for their kits. Considering SkyClan was constantly in a hot bed of warfare with ThunderClan it had become a priority to make strong cats that would one day be able to help win territory. Who unlike their ThunderClan counterparts had less territory thus less prey resulting in more stress during harsh seasons. Ivyfrost was an smart she-cat with an ambitious goal of creating strong kin that would succeed her will and her mate's achievement. It wasn't hard for Ivyfrost to squirm her way into Thornstrike's presence. She was a beautiful downy she-cat with stunning green eyes that rivaled the stark lush of green in the new-leaf season.

Ivyfrost made it clear that their relationship was 'loveless' and that she was merely using him but Thornstrike merely shrugged off her words. He had figured she was using him just a much as she was using him so there was no loss. Much to Ivyfrost's surprise her entire first litter had been lost early on due to the harshness of the leaf-bare. The temperatures and lack of prey made her lose the litter. Ivyfrost was shocked that she had been so weak as to carry the kits to full term and avoided Thornstrike entirely for nearly six moons before his constant advances wounded her resolve and she confessed that she thought she might be unworthy to bare his kits and to move on to a more worthy she-cat who could bare him strong full-term kits. Thornstrike scoffed at her request admitting that he hadn't mated with her to begin with just for strong kits. He saw beauty in her and her heart was strong. He had admitted his love for her.

Ivyfrost couldn't believe her ears but there was no denying her growing feelings for the affectionate tom. She accepted his offer to keep their relationship as it had once been choosing to not call each other mate yet even though to their clan it was apparently. Finally, Ivyfrost was growing fat with kits again and this time Thornstrike personally went out to hunt extra for the clan to assure Ivyfrost would be well taken care of. He barely let her lift a paw to so much as groom herself he'd taken over the task himself knowing how important it was for her to come to full term. It wasn't so much for himself as much as for her knowing how devastated she'd been the last litter. When the day had come Thornstrike asked for special permissions from Teaselstar to stalk the nursery for the day which had been granted to his pleasure. He sat at her side as Ivyfrost bore four kits. The first of the three still and gone before their first breath but a single male drew air.

lights came blazing on in: kithood
Talonstrike recommended that Hawk would be a fine name for the kit as the tom's pelt color closely with that of a hawk. Ivyfrost viewed this as a fine name and then it was announced officially the birth of their son. Hawkkit was a bundle of interest as a kit. Ivyfrost was always tailing after the tom as he was constantly toddling off after Talonstrike promising to be just as great a warrior one day. There was nothing more that excited Ivyfrost than her son achieving the same as his father and she knew he could even be better if he tried. Hawkkit, was a bundle of excitement for the SkyClan camp who became quite fond of the kit. He would never stay still and it was fair to say that Ivyfrost had her paws full more often then not with the exception of Talonstrike's appearances.

it was a screech of thunder: kithood xx
Tensions were growing ever more between SkyClan and their rivals in ThunderClan it wasn't long before yet another border dispute brought about countless battles. Talonstrike fought in nearly every single altercation and it was clear that battle was running the tom thin. He was becoming gaunter than this structure allowed. Returning less and less to his kit and mate because he was fighting or nursing back to health in the medicine cat's den. Within Hawkkit's fifth moon of life, a terrible battle broke out at the borderlands after ThunderClan launched a full attack on SkyClan to dissuade them from continuing the territory skirmishes. Countless cats had been injured in the warfare but the worst casualty was the loss of Talonstrike who had accidentally been knocked from the tree line and fell against stones at the wall's basin. His head had been struck on impact and life immediately vanished.

Ivyfrost would always remember the sight of the fellow warriors dragging the tom's limp frame into the clearing and screeching out to Hawkkit to return to the nursery. There was no calming the queen who was riddled with grief after the loss of her mate. When vigil was sat she requested that Hawkkit join her to say her final farewells to the tom that had brought them both great joy in life. It was the first and last time she herself admitted to loving Talonstrike. Hawkkit found himself with less motivation to frolic around the camp after his father's passing and preferred to keep at Ivyfrost's side.

and a howl from the depths: apprenticeship
When Hawkkit became Hawkpaw it was a bittersweet moment for Ivyfrost who was overjoyed her sole sun would be ascending into warrior-hood soon. His mentor was Leopardeye, a fierce she-cat who used her cold demeanor to distance herself. The warrior rubbed off on Hawkpaw who began to notice the more you revealed the more the world around you could find weaknesses and harm you. Training went as planned for months and Hawkpaw sprained a leg during a hunting exercise which resulted in several days under the watchful eye of the medicine cat and Ivyfrost who fretted the entire time. Once relieved from the medicine cat's den; the tensions with ThunderClan sparked back to life and it wasn't long before more border altercations erupted. Hawkpaw encountered his first bout of battle with Leopardeye at his side. She was a fierce defender and proved a vital allie as neither was severely injured in the fight only small cuts and bruises.

It was leaf-fall, and the air was crisp and downfall of rain had become scarce but thunder often roared overhead. With drought strict upon them conditions had become tougher than ever for the woodland cats. One evening on Hawkpaw's fourteenth moon, lightning struck the warrior's den sending the dried moss exterior instantly ablaze. The clan stirred late in the night to combat the flames but Hawkpaw being a rash tom realizing his mother hadn't escaped the den ran into the flaming inferno. The foundations of the den weakened under the flames that torn at the hollow dried wood that crackled with the roar of wind and it wasn't long before the apprentice tore from the structure just before it collapsed. At his side was his mother's form but Ivyfrost lay still her breathing stilled. The flames had barely scorched her pelt unlike Hawkpaw's face but the smoke had clouded in her lungs stilling the life from her body.

Hawkpaw sat alone for Ivyfrost at her vigil, her last words echoing blindly in his head that one day he would excel even his own father if he tried enough - he could. Ashamed with the loss of his mother that he had been too late to save her, he requested to Teaselstar that his name become Halfpaw to honor his mother and his facial burns.

sparks of fire set us ablaze: warrior
To mark Hawkpaw's request, Teaselstar chose instead to elevate Hawkpaw to a warrior giving him the name Half-face. The tom was surprised by the decision but trusted in Teaselstar. Under the leader's watchful eyes Half-face began to bloom into a fierce warrior much like his father before him had. He was colder than most which made some cats either wary or simply respectful of the tom as the moons past. Within his twenty-eighth moons Leopardeye passed away during her pregnancy due to unexpected complications and it was a hard loss for Half-face which seemed to make the tom only colder. Two moons leader Teaselstar surprised Half-face with a bubbly apprentice with the name of Robinpaw. She was a chipper little thing with more energy than a battery. Half-face was amused the she-cat's antics and took to teaching her all he could.

The next six moons almost flew by but the day before her ceremony Robinpaw had been struck in battle with ThunderClan resulting in a mild concussion. The she-cat fell under the weather and remained in the medicine den for four moons afterwards until she was fully functional. All were surprised to note that Half-face remained ever vigilant at her side through the ordeal. Two moons more of training and Robinpaw was announced as Robinwing. It was warming time for Half-face who'd only known hardship for months it was nice to finally see his apprentice become a warrior. Half-face continued on careful to distance himself as to not signal weakness to those within or outside of the clan as Leopardeye had taught him so diligently while striving to prove his worth constantly.

now we're sinners lost to the maze: deputyship
The next most important event in the uneventful existence of Half-face was the day Pinestar became leader and decided to place Half-face as his deputy. The tom wouldn't dream of turning down the opportunity knowing his parents always wished for him to excel and become the best he could. He was always hesitant, however, that he wasn't competent enough to help lead the clan. Pinestar brushed off these ideals that Half-face confessed and instead pushed him further into duty. The last six moons have been a rush of excitement for Half-face but now he served his friend Pinestar as a noble deputy who was able to make even the toughest decisions because his heart and mind wouldn't restrict him.

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**WARNING: THIS BIO HAS POTENTIALLY TRIGGERING CONTENT.

STORMBIRD OF THUNDERCLAN

medicine cat • 67 moons • male • sexually fluid

STORMBIRD was given the prefix STORM for their GRAY PELT. They have the suffix BIRD for their AGILITY & PROTECTIVE NATURE.

APPEARANCE
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PERSONALITY

HONEST : Stormbird used to have trouble voicing his opinion, but ever since his family merged together, that problem has slowly dissolved. In a large, wild family like his you have to be rather blunt to not get stepped all over, so he's become quite straightforward. However, he isn't the type to speak without thinking unless he's quite comfortable with someone. Unless he knows you quite well, it's unlikely you'll see his more bold and rude side. Storm is always changing though, and this is slowly becoming less of a problem. He's gotten to the point where he cares less about appearances and feels that life is too short not to tell others what you think rather than tiptoe around it and suffer for not speaking up sooner.

INSIGHTFUL : He does a lot of thinking, as his job requires him to. Stormbird sees his rank not as a job, but a lifestyle choice and takes it rather seriously. As such he doesn't only help heal people, despite that being a large part of his duties. No, Storm is also largely involved and passionate about offering his Clanmate's mental and physical support. Be it acting as a shoulder to cry on, a source of honest advice, a friend in hard times, or even a therapist of sorts, Stormbird is willing to do it all. For this to work, he often thinks long and hard about his patients and what to do to make them feel more comfortable. He also tends to give pretty spot-on advice due to him spending a lot of time observing his Clanmates and doing his best to accommodate to their needs.

FRIENDLY : As far as Stormbird is concerned, everyone deserves at least one friend or beam of support in their lives. He is more than willing to provide that for anyone in need of it. This encompasses all the cats he meets, but primarily ThunderClanners, due to him being their medicine cat and all. He is always trying to treat others as kindly as possible, and dislikes awkward or uncomfortable situations. Due to his boosted level of confidence compared to when he was younger, he is able to easily greet and make conversation with total strangers in order to make them feel welcome and safe in his presence. This also makes his job easier, as a calm cat is easier to treat.

PROTECTIVE : Growing up with his brother, Rainfang, he has come to adopt his ideal that the weak must be protected. This also goes for those he cares about. Stormbird values all life, and protects it with whatever strength he can. When he sees someone being mistreated, bullied, neglected, or put down a certain instinct to fly to their aid kicks in. Perhaps its a mix of his training as both a warrior and medicine cat, or maybe its his family influencing him again. Either way, Storm is definitely an advocate of peace, love, and happiness. He'll do whatever it takes to make those around him attain this.

SARCASTIC : While Stormbird is possibly one of the sweetest cats you'll meet, he also has a harsh side to him. His sense of humor often drips with sarcasm and blunt comments. None of it is meant to hurt anyone's feelings, he's just found that sarcastic jokes are often times the funniest ones. Even though he takes his work and Clan seriously, Storm has a great sense of humor and is all for fun and games. After all that's how he bonded with his step-family and became who he is today!

FAMILY MEMBERS

Boulderbelly - father - deceased Minkclaw - step-father - alive Sleetsong - mother - alive Wrenblossom - elder half-sister - alive Rainfang - brother - alive Coyotetail - step-brother - alive Weaselthroat - step-brother - alive Owlfire - step-sister - alive Fawndance - step-sister - alive Gladefrost - former mentor - alive Blueberry - former mentor - alive

HISTORY
This story begins long before the birth of its protagonist. It all began with Sleetsong. The she-cat was always the rebellious type, disobeying her parents and shirking her duties to have fun with her friends. In fact, that's how she met her first true lover, Minkclaw. Before him, all of the other toms she'd been with were simply to tick her parents off, but he was different. Mink was charming and strong, and best of all he knew how to have fun. The pair always had a blast together, even if they ended up being given apprentice duties for it. However, their once blissful relationship shattered when another tom caught Sleetsong's eye. His name was Boulderbelly. He was arguably stronger than Minkclaw, and quite the stark opposite of him. With a serious and hardworking nature, it puzzling that he even caught the she-cat's eye. Perhaps it was his goofy side that intrigued her. It peeked out only when he wasn't doing his duties, and when it came out, he turned into a fun-loving guy. However he was never as wild as Minkclaw or Sleetsong, and that is what ended up coaxing Sleet into settling down with him. Boulderbelly was reliable, older, and mature.

Not even a moon into their relationship, Sleetsong was pregnant with Boulderbelly's kits. Jealous and hurt, Minkclaw distanced himself from the couple. He couldn't openly show his anger, because he and Sleetsong had never been a solid mateship. They'd both cheated on one another, but always ended up right back together. This time seemed different though. Boulderbelly was already a father, and knew well enough how to take care of the nervous Sleetsong. And take care of her he did. The tom was by her side every moment possible, taking her prey and helping her come to terms with her new responsibility as a mother.

Two moons later, they had two kits named Rainkit and Stormkit. They were the light of their parents' world. Boulderbelly and Sleetsong doted on their kits often, and gave them all the love they could muster. For once, Sleetsong felt content and grounded. Boulderbelly would care for her tenderly and be a father to her kits that Minkclaw could never be. Sadly that wasn't true. When the kits were four moons, Boulderbelly was found dead at the base of a tree. The incident had happened while a patrol was in sight - unbeknownst to Boulder- and they reported that he had intentionally flung himself from a high branch. Sleetsong was horrified, having been unaware of Boulderbelly having any depression; however, after consulting with the medicine cat, she found out that her mate had indeed struggled with depression, and also a disease that fluctuated his emotions from a manic sort of elation to a deep pit of depression. It hadn't been something Boulderbelly openly spoke about, and had also been a private matter between him, the medicine cat, and the leader. They had been looking for herbs and some sort of mental therapy to help him through it, but apparently he hadn't been able to take it any longer.

Despite her grieving, Sleetsong raised her kits with the love of both a father and mother. It was a difficult job, especially when the kits asked questions, but it was something she had to do. Stormkit was a quiet thing, deeply reflective for his age. He didn't quite understand the events at the time, but it did leave him with a sense of emptiness when he saw other kits wrestling and cuddling up to their fathers. Rainkit, noticing this, took on the role of a supportive and protective brother. He looked after Stormkit as best as he could and dragged him into games with other kits often.

When the kits were named apprentices, Sleetsong went back to her duties as a warrior, but still kept close tabs on her children, fearing that one of them might have inherited their father's mental illness. Rainpaw continued to support the painfully shy Stormpaw. Being extroverted and popular among their peers, Rainpaw didn't understand Storm's struggle with making friends and socializing. Even so, he still attempted to appease his brother by introducing his friends to Storm and making a point of dragging him along on most adventures. Stormpaw obliged only to satisfy his brother, but didn't quite enjoy the merry-making and antics of the other apprentices like Rainpaw did. Instead of learning to fight and hunt with his mentor, Gladefrost, Stormpaw was much more interested in medicine. He was a patient and observant hunter, and sturdy in battle, but much preferred the starry pelts of their ancestors and earthy scent of herbs to the metallic stench of blood.

Despite his preference for medicine rather than the life of a warrior, Stormpaw kept training with Gladefrost. In the middle of his apprenticeship, Sleetsong reconnected with Minkclaw. He and Rainpaw had grown up being told about the time before their childhood, and had detected the bitterness with which their mother had told them of her love before Boulderbelly. Sleetsong had always been completely honest with her kits above all else. She cared about them more than anything, and they were the only ones she could bare her soul without fear of being judged or hated because they loved her just as deeply. However the children were quite skeptical of Minkclaw, especially since he also had kits. Their names were Coyotepaw, Weaselpaw, and Owlpaw. Rainpaw and Stormpaw weren't close to the litter, but they did know them quite well. The trio was rather brash and obnoxious, always getting into trouble for no good reason. For that reason, and also because of Weaselpaw and Owlpaw's bad attitudes, Rain and Storm tended to avoid their company if possible. Once their parents started to become interested in one another again, and re-connect though, the large group of apprentices were forced to become closer and get to know each other better. Owlpaw clung to Stormpaw, finding his soft-spoken nature easy to dominate and manipulate to her advantage, especially in arguments with her brothers. Rainpaw on the other hand, was tossed into the mix with Weaselpaw and Coyotepaw. Rain, being used to having more of a say in family matters, often butted heads with Minkclaw, Weaselpaw, and Coyotepaw. Needless to say, there was a lot of drama and tension, but the arrangement ended up working out somehow.

As the children aged and grew into warriors, they rubbed off on one another. Owlpaw, renamed Owlfire, helped Stormpaw gain more confidence and taught him to be a bit more forward with his opinions. In return, Stormpaw, renamed Stormbird, mellowed out his sister's more fierce personality to a more tolerable sassy and sarcastic attitude. Coyotepaw, who became Coyotetail, had always had more of a head on his shoulders, and became less of a show-off over time. He and Rainpaw, who was renamed Rainfang, became quite close. Weaselpaw, named Weaselthroat, was the odd one out. He seemed to refuse to grow up and therefore was awarded his warrior name later than the rest. It made him bitter and confrontational, which nearly lead to his exile once before. Thankfully his family was able to calm him down before it could get that severe.

As a warrior with a newer, healthier amount of confidence, Stormbird considered voicing his medicinal affinity more and more. The idea only grew more appealing as time went on, and he eventually told his family of it. While Minkclaw, who had grown quite close to Stormbird and Rainfang, had wanted a warrior out of his step-son, he was willing to accept almost anything he aspired to do if that meant he was happy. So with much encouragement, Stormbird approached Blueberry and Speckledstar about becoming the medicine cat's apprentice. He was still a freshly minted warrior at the time, and already had a basic understanding of medicine, if more advanced than most warriors due to his close attention to the happenings of the medicine cat's den. It wasn't difficult to argue his case, and there actually wasn't much arguing to be done in the first place. Blueberry admitted that she saw promise in the young tom and was eager to take on such a willing student.

After being officially accepted as medicine cat apprentice, Stormbird was once again dubbed an apprentice. It didn't bother him much though, seeing as he'd already gained his name and that wouldn't be taken from him. The tom learned swiftly, growing a quick connection with Blueberry, as she was still quite young herself and had just taken her mentor's place as sole medicine cat thirteen moons prior. Stormbird flourished in his new position, enjoying every second of learning what he'd always wanted to be taught. He soaked it up hungrily, and was more than qualified by the time Blueberry and Speckledstar agreed to make him a full medicine cat. It'd been six moons since he'd started, and Blueberry wanted to return to warriorhood, so at eighteen Stormbird became ThunderClan's soul medicine cat. It was a scary experience at first, the tom still young and afraid to mess up while doing things all by himself, but he soon realized that he had learned from a great teacher and was a natural at using herbs. StarClan was there to guide him, so he would be fine.

Moons went by peacefully after that. Minkclaw and Sleetsong had one last kit named Fawnkit, which Stormbird helped deliver. She grew swiftly, and was a clever little thing. It didn't seem like long before she began coming into his den for thorns in her paw and scratches from training. Fawn was energetic and feisty, quick to question things she didn't understand and even quicker to soak up the information given to her. It was with pride and awe that Stormbird watched her grow into a fine warrior. She was given the name Fawndance.

Stormbird and Rainfang had become closer since their family had come together so long ago. They'd bonded unwittingly over being raised without a father, and gotten inseparable after dealing with the storm that was their step-family. There had been misery, confusion, misplaced hate, and even arguments. Even so, the brother got through it and had become nearly like the same cat. Rainfang was the ever popular one, finding ways to make the most unlikely of friends, and Stormbird was the gentle and sensitive one who just couldn't quite get the awe that his brother so easily earned. Even so, they were thick as thieves. Rainfang often visited for wounds from either a tussle or a border skirmish. It worried Stormbird each time his littermate fought, because losing him would mean losing a large part of his heart and his world; it would crush him. However it wasn't Rainfang he should have been worried about losing.

Weaselthroat was a continual problem within the Clan. He always picked petty fights with just about anyone, and could rub just about anyone the wrong way. It was difficult to settle him down once he got started. Stormbird also noticed that Weasel had been visiting him a lot, "accidentally" making a mess of his stores only for some catmint or poppy seeds to go missing. Storm wasn't a fool, he knew what his step-brother was doing and didn't condone it whatsoever. However the thought of getting his own family member into trouble was worrying, so he approached Rainfang for advice. This was a grave mistake.

Rainfang was furious that Weaselthroat had brought his chaos to Stormbird, who was finally content. He confronted Weaselthroat about it, which ended in a physical fight that Storm attempted to break up. Weasel, livid that Stormbird had told Rainfang about what he'd done, lashed out on his step-brother. This amounted to only a few slightly deep scratches and painful bruising thanks to Rainfang protecting Stormbird and Storm knowing how to fight and defend himself as well, but it also ended up getting Weaselthroat exiled from the Clan once and for all. Stormbird would forever feel guilty over this, and approached his leader about it, explaining what had happened. After a long discussion, Stormbird still felt conflicted and guilty, as well as a pitiful excuse for a medicine cat, but his leader had forgiven him for not coming to him first and at least that went well.

Coyotetail, Owlfire, and even Sleetsong and Minkclaw had to admit they were relieved that Weaselthroat was gone. While they were sad and grieving over their family member being tossed out of their lives, he was too much for any one to handle and it seemed like things would be better this way. Stormbird agreed, having never quite liked his step-brother. Even so, he continued to feel like an idiot and a bad cat for letting such a thing happen. From then on he swore to himself that he would take his job more seriously and be the best medicine cat ThunderClan could ask for.

Stormbird was put to the test again when Speckledstar fell from a tree, returning to camp with terrible wounds. He did all he could to save the she-cat, but she'd been long past being saved when she'd come home. That meant that Storm was to travel with the deputy, Applebite to get their nine lives. It was a thrilling experience, being there for the first time to experience a leader getting their lives. Storm ha returned to ThunderClan with full confidence that the newly named Applestar would be a wonderful leader for moons to come.

A good leader Applestar was. She lead ThunderClan for thirty-four moons before she was slain by a badger. Again Stormbird tried his best to save his leader, but the wounds were simply too severe. She was a lost cause and joined StarClan when her wounds wouldn't heal. For a second time Stormbird accompanied a deputy to see their ancestors for lives. It was there that he got a chance to apologize and say goodbye to his former leader and welcome Falconstar as ThunderClan's newest leader. He fit the part well, and Stormbird hoped to be able to heal all his wounds, unlike Storm's former leaders. With Falcon's firm hold on the Clan and politics, Stormbird is hopeful for a peaceful future.

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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 2, 2015 8:56:39 GMT Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by skyy and her socks on Dec 2, 2015 8:56:39 GMT THUNDERCLAN MEDICINE CAT EXTENSION At the request of Storm due to an unexpected busy workload, the medicine cat auditions have been extended an extra two days.