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[Jast]

{I'm ready when everyone else is as well ^^}

[Cuervo]

Name: Stormwater

Gender: Tom

Age:22 moons

rank: medicine cat Apprentice
Clan:StreetClan

Looks: Silver-Lynx Point American Curl

Personality: Stormwater is quite the quiet tom. He is very stealthy. He can easily creep up on you and scare your whiskers off. He has thick front claws, ready to shred off your ears if you call him weak for wanting to be a medicine cat. His rank doesn't change the inside. Stormwater absolutely hates it when cats are hurt, and they simply say, "Im fine."

History: Stormwater doesn't really have a sob-story. He lived a normal life. His mother and siblings are healthy and breathing, but his fathers condition is unknown. He grew up in this city, and doesn't plan to leave. He loves seeing the lights at night, and it would be
better with someone.

Crush/Mate: Forbidden, although he does wish for kits.

Likes: Night, sky-watching, company
Dislikes: Doubting cats, rude cats, twolegs
Weaknesses: Used to fighting, needs to improve on herb knowledge, can be aggressive, has some hearing problems
Strengths: Good fighter, social, good claws

[hakuna matata;;]

-- accepted, that looks great!
alright, I have the mentor and apprentice list. I apologize to all the medicine cat apprentices. if it's been a week in real time and no one has joined as a medicine cat we'll get you a mentor. c:

tigershark will be mentoring lostpaw.
ivytail will be mentoring foxpaw.

does that look alright?

[basic,]

{{ looks good to me! }}

[Cuervo]

(Fine with me.

[hakuna matata;;]

-- fantastic! alright, i'll post the first post really quickly, unless someone wants to post before me? c; otherwise, my post will be up soon!

[Cuervo]

(I think you should start first, so we can get an idea of things.

[hakuna matata;;]

➝ phillip ➝ kitty-pet ➝ crush; no one ➝ tagged; no one ➝ ooc; n/a

If Phillip knew anything about the house-cats in the bordering apartments, he knew that they were content to sleep until noon if they could. Phillip would've loved to curl up into a snug ball and sleep until late in the afternoon, but he knew that wasn't possible in the least bit. He was programmed to wake up at sunrise, it was in his blood. It annoyed him, but it was true. He had been trained too ever since the day he was born.
Phillip's eyes fluttered open to reveal the room in front of him. Of course, each time he woke up it began to seem less and less like a home, and more and more like an abandoned shelter. Boxes of all shapes and sizes littered the ground, and by this time, only a few articles remained, one being his small kitty bed.
This always brought a frown to Phillip's muzzle, without him even being aware of it. He lifted himself to his paws, and leapt onto the cushioned window sill nearby. The window had been cracked open, greeting Phillip with the noise of busy streets down below, and the strong scent of clan cats. Or, in Phillip's words, the cats who would prefer to let themselves get eaten alive by dogs. And with that thought, and a flick of his ear, Phillip began to groom down his fur from his long slumber the previous night.

[a s h e s.]

ｉｖｙｔａｉｌ

Ivytail woke up early that morning, standing quietly so as not to wake the other warriors. She slipped outside where the sun was still low in the sky, the shadows long across the pavement. She groomed her pelt until the white parts shone and the black parts were slick and dark. She looked around, dipping her head to other cats as they, too, awoke. Raising her gray eyes to the hazy city sky, she wrapped her tail around her paws and sighed. When she saw Foxpaw she trotted over with a smile. "Want to do some hunting today?"

[Cuervo]

B U M B L E

☢Tom ☢29 moons ☢White and Brown tabby tom ☢Kittypet ☢ Tags; ☢

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Bumble stretched outwards, his legs extending. His claws unsheathed, and his tongue lolled out of his mouth. He leapt down from the green sofa e was currently on, and padded towards the sliding glass door. It was already open, rays of sunlight seeping into the room. The adult two legs left the home in their monster, coming around dusk, leaving the female two leg kit with him. Bumble stepped onto the concrete balcony, leaping onto the black fence. his tai leaved, getting balanced. A anxious squeal was heard, making Bumble almost loose his balance. He turned his head, to see the two leg running towards him with wide arms.

Bumble was now on the young twolegs's lap. He purred as the girl scratched the back of his neck. Bumble didn't really enjoy being cooped up in this high apartment building, but he was quite fond of the two leg kit. He would lash out at any male two leg, especially the adults. The sounds of cars honking, motorcycles running, and blabber of city folk entered the tom's ears.

S T O R M W A T E R

ϟTomϟ22 moonsϟSilver-Lynx-Point American CurlϟMedicine Cat Apprentice of StreetClanϟTags;ϟ

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Stormwater was 'perched' on a balcony, looking down at the street below. His curled ears wiggled, trying to get a better hear of things. The tom would often have to tip his head in order to hear things properly. His grey tail waved across the balcony. He wiggled his haunches, leaping onto a dumpster.

D A P P L E R A I N

☁She-Cat☁15 moons☁Dappled Siamese/Snowshoe Mix;Blue Collar☁Warrior of StreetClan☁Tags;☁

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The dappled she-cat arose from under a cardboard box, watching two legs walk by. One word she recognized were the awws and oh! and look! from the two legs. Dapplerain was previously quite the pampered she-cat, but she at least wasn't plump like her old neighbors. They were fatter than a dumpster. She shook her pelt, the name tag on her collar clinking. Dapplerain always tried to get that collar off, only to no avail. The collar often chocked the poor she-cat, and it was too tight to claw off, and you might risk cutting her neck if you try too hard.

Dapplerain darted across the street, weaving between the long legs of two-legs. She skidded to a halt on the sidewalk, looking back as the cars continued to move. Dapplerain had a different vocabulary then the clans, due to be a kitty pet. The dappled she-cat sat under a bench, innocently pawing at a two leg's shoe-ties, looking up at its face with wide cerulean eyes.