Name:
"Hello. My name is Lightstream."
Position:
"I am the medicine cat for Lighting Clan."
Clan:
"I am from Lighting Clan."
Age:
"Well let's see... I'm 11 moons old."
Gender:
"Haha! That's a funny question. Well I am a she cat if you cannot tell. "
Description:
"Ohhh! I like this question! Just kidding... Well I don't really know for sure what I look like. I was born blind so I really don't know. I have been told though that I am a silver tabby with long hair just on my tail. I mean I honestly don't know what that looks like, but okay."
Personality:
"Okay I got this one. I am a very, very friendly cat. I love to be around other cats and to help my clan. Though I can act a little crazy. You see I can talk to starclan cats! Yes sometimes they talk to me everyday. Yes, but I can actually see these cats. So I talk to them. Some cats think its weird because it looks like I'm just talking to myself. I often see my mentor Thrushwing. He was the medicine cat before me. I may still considered an apprentice by my age, but I am still the medicine cat. By startclan anyways. Okay so lets see. I'm friendly, I'm crazy, I'm loving... OH did I mention I love being out in the forest! I still sometimes have to have an extort with me because I haven't memorized the forest yet, but I'm getting close. I think that covers me. I guess you'll just have to find the rest out for yourself."
History:
"I was born in Lightning clan. I was the last kit in a litter of three. I was also the only one who couldn't see. My brothers Treepaw and Foxfang are their names. Well Treepaw is forever an apprentice. He died when he was 10 moons old. I see him sometimes in my dreams. We don't talk though I just see him. Oh maybe I should explain my blindness some more. So I was born without sight of the real world. I can see things in my sleep or in my dreams. Now though I can sometimes see dead cats when I'm awake. It's weird because there will be nothing but darkness, then slowly a figure appears and so does my surroundings. I think I can see this stuff because Starclan is allowing me to see, but I am thankful because I would've never been able to learn to be a medicine cat so quickly. I'm actually still learning, but shh... don't tell Wolfstar. I think that's it..."
Crush:
"What! A medicine cat cannot have a crush! It's forbidden."
Mate:
"Oh starclan! This is a be no no for Medicine cats!"
Name:
"My name is Blackmoon."
Position:
"I am a warrior of Nightclan."
Clan:
"Do I have to repeat myself? I said Nightclan do you bees for brains?"
Age:
"I am 24 moons old."
Description:
"I am a jet black cat. My fur is sleek and smooth and it blends nicely into my environment. My eyes are a dark, but bright yellow. Almost like the color of the moon on Halloween. I am slender but tail cat. I can easily move around with my long legs. "
Personality:
"You want to know my personality? Hmm I would have thought that by now that you would've figured it out for yourself. Well I guess when you have bees in your brain it makes you kind of slow. So I'll tell you. I'm rude, mean, tough, rough around the edges, and I hate cats who act all high and mighty when they don't work as hard as they should. Some call me arrogant, but I believe that I am just letting them know the truth. I work hard for my clan and that is how I spend each and every day. I never go a day where I think I didn't do good for my clan. Even if there are mouse brains in my clan. I am devoted and selfless, if you are in need of help then I will help as much as I can. (This is for cats in his clan. There are rare occasions where he cares of another cat outside of his clan.) I don't like cats who also lay around all day and take food whenever they want without working for it. Only with the exception of queens, elders, sick/wounded, and kits. Well I hope that is enough for you."
History:
"My history is none of your concern."
Crush:
"There is no time for a love life when there is a clan to help support."
Mate:
"I think I already answered this."
Kits:
"I'm not going to respond to this."
Name:
"Hello! May name is Lionjaw. Nice to meet you."
Position:
" I'm a Warrior."
Clan:
"Lightning Clan of course!"
Age:
"I just turned 24 moons old."
Description:
"Well lets see. I'm a long hair golden tabby with yellow eyes. My chin and part of my chest is white fur, but the rest of my body is a gold color. My fur is big and fluffy, which means it has to be groomed a lot just to keep it from looking messy. My tail like the rest of my body is covered in think golden fur. I'm a bigger built cat. I have a lot of muscle under my think fur and I'm taller and bulkier then most cats in the clans. My fur also thins out in leaf green so it becomes almost as short as a short haired cats fur. It's only really think during leaf bare.
Personality:
"I'm a happy go lucky kind of cat. I love to have fun and I enjoy helping my clan. I go out on any patrol I can lay my paws on. Though I've been told that I'm a cat to go on patrol because of my keen sense of smell and because how big and intimidating I am. Although I love to hunt, play, and have fun! I mean who wouldn't? I hope you know how I will act.
History:
Hmmm well I was born as a loner. My mother Star had two kits. Ruby and then me Lion. Well some things happen when you don't have the protection of a clan or the safety of a camp. A pair of foxes found us and killed my mother and sister. I only made it out alive because a patrol of warriors stumbled on the scene and saved me. That's when I was taken into camp and became known as Lionkit. I grew up there and had an awesome mentor and now I'm a warrior of the clan that saved me."
Crush:
"Oh no! Not at the moment."
Mate:
Kits:
-Lightstream
Name:
"Hello my name is Thrushwing. It is a pleasure to meet you."
Position:
"I was the former medicine cat of lightning clan."
How did you die?
"I died from multiple things. Some cats said I died protecting the medicine supplies. Others said I died of some stroke. Only one really knows how I died and that's my apprentice Lightstream. I will tell you though I died believing in what I thought was right. I died protecting the ones I loved, even if it doesn't sound like it to you."
Age:
"I died at age 192. Though in starclan I was able to take form of my youthful self. Now I look 60 moons old."
History:
"Well this sure is going to take a while. I hope you brought your listing ear because I'm only going to tell this story once. Okay here it goes...
I was born in lightning clan with two brother and one sister. My mother was Snowdrip and my father was Darkfang and he was a nightclan cat. Yes I was born half lightning clan and half nightclan. Everyone in my clan knew who my father was and who my mother was. Did I mention that Snowdrip was the medicine cat. Yes the forbidden had been done. Not only once, but twice. Once with a medicine cat falling in love and having kits and two with falling in love with a cat from another clan. Because of this my mother and her kits including myself were shunned by every cat in the clan. That lasted for a long time and right before we turned into apprentices my mother told us we could leave with her and join our father in Nightclan or stay in a clan where they didn't like us. naturally all of my littermates left. All left but me. I stayed and became an apprentice of Lightingclan. I had to prove myself worthy of this clan even though I had done nothing wrong.
During my training Nightclan attack us and we lost two cats. I was wounded with permeate scars that showed on my muzzle, ears, and neck. Though I had gotten those scars by fighting off a warrior who was threating to kill the kits. After that battle some cats started to accept me, but not all. To avenge the cats lost during that battle against Nightclan we decided to attack them the same way they attacked us. That meant attacking them in their camp and when they least expected it. I was on that first battle patrol. There were ten other cats with me, including the deputy Longwhisker. When we raided the camp I was assigned to raid the medicine cat den. I did as I was told and attacked that den. I did not expect though to see my mother in there. Me an apprentice one moon more and I would be a warrior there facing my mother who had left the clan because she was shunned.
I did what I was told though and started to destroy the supplies. My mother had wailed at me to stop and told me,"You will regret this! For starclan has something in store for you. No one not even starclan can help you from your fate!"I didn't realize at that moment that my mother was predicting my future or that it would one day come true. I did how ever end up fighting against her and having myself walk away from her body only a few fox lengths away. I had fought and nearly killed my mother. During that raid I learned how to detach myself from any feelings. From then on I became a cold-hearted warrior.
I became a warrior after that night. One moon early, but my leader said I deserved it. I had no complaints. Whenever we fought I gained more and more scars. Some were long and scary looking others were small and noticeable. One day though I will never forget. Never. no matter how long I stay in starclan. That day my fate changed.
I was warrior for a good 7 to 8 moons when it happened. I was out on patrol with two other cats. We were sent to track the dog scents in our territory. We followed those trails for what felt like hours. Oh and I wish we had kept tracking them instead of finding them. The dog trail lead us to three wild dogs. They were twoleg dogs, but it was clear that they didn't belong to a twoleg. Anyways those dogs found us and boy did we wish that they hadn't. We didn't have enough time to climb a tree. My friend Soreear was the first to be caught. That dog grabbed her by the tail and shook her like she weighed nothing. We had stopped to save her, but we ended up fighting for our own lives. Soreear was gone and we could tell from her motionless body sprawled out on the ground below the dogs paws. Soreear and myself had been seeing each other lately and by that she was my mate and we already expecting kits.
Next to be caught in death jaws was Sharpfang. He was my best friend and her had been the first cat to accept me. We trained as apprentices together and we fought together in just about every battle. This battle though would be our last together though. Sharpfang fought hard along with me, but it was not enough. His leg was bleeding and he could hardly walk. That made him slow and the dogs took that advantage and grabbed him in one fierce bite. That gave me enough time to climb up the nearest tree. I cried and cried for a long time. I had spoken to my dead friends as the dogs left, leaving the bodies of them. "I'm sorry Sharpfang. I tried my best. We fought well and I'm sorry. Soreear I'm sorry. We were going to be happy. This was going to be your last time going out into the woods before you moved into the nursery. I'm sorry... I'm so sorry." I stayed in that tree until a search party found us. I was passed out and the medicine cat told me later that if I had been there any longer I would've died. I wished at that time that I would've died. But I didn't. This was how starclan was deciding my fate.
I became the medicine cat apprentice after that day. Most cats asked why. They said I was one of the best warriors of the clan. I only told them that I wanted to help cats now not to hurt them. From then on I trained and even after I became the official medicine cat I trained. I thought of new ways to heal. new ways to help. New ways to save cats. I had seen battles even some where my den had been attacked. Oh and trust me the fools who tried to hurt my medicine supply never made it out of my den. Soon when my clan was attack no cat would dare enter my den.
That's when the crazy visions started to happen. I thought that starclan was telling me things, but it ended up as lies. So I became mad. Well in the eyes of my clan mates I was mad. The elders say that it was due to my old age and that I should join them. I was getting older, but I refused. I then took on an apprentice. Lightpaw later to Lightstream. She was blind, but oh did starclan bless that little one. She was considered crazy because she talked to herself and would do things like she was seeing another cat. Together we became the laughing stock of the clans. The old, scared, and crazy medicine cat has an apprentice that's young, blind, and crazy! Well never the less I taught her and I found out that she was not talking to herself, but to deceased, starclan cats. She had a talent like no other before. A gift sort of speech.
When I died. Yes I know I sound like I'm skipping forward a little, but really everything was 'normal' for the crazy mentor and apprentice. Now when I died. I was in the medicine cat den telling Lightpaw a new medicine I came up with. I had found something in deep in the cave and was showing her how the new space should be use. IN that little space there was enough room if need to hide supplies or kits and one or two cats from a attack. There was also room to put herbs! I was perfect! She explore the little space and that's when I heard stuff being knocked down and rustling sounds. I told her to stay put while I checked. Well in the den there was two warriors from another clan destroying my supplies.
I attacked them, but I was older and wasn't as strong as I used to be. I fought pretty hard, but my efforts were in vain. Lightpaw had showed herself and started to help, by attacking even though she could not see she fought hard and together we forced the two cats out of the den. I had been wounded and was bleeding pretty badly from my shoulder and neck. Lightpaw tried to patch me up, but I didn't listen. I ran out of the den and started to attack the intruders. It was out of character for me, but I was going crazy and I was old. Everything started to seem like a flashback. I was younger an apprentice fighting. I remembered it was at Nightclan the day I almost killed my mother.
Everything was a blur. I don't remember much, but I know I did go into the medicine cat den where I found Lightpaw being attacked. There I had attacked and killed whoever was hurting my apprentice. Then by all the craziness I swung at Lightpaw. My claws made contact to her muzzle and she yelped in pain. I knew what I had done. I knew that I had hurt my apprentice. I knew... I knew. I fell to the ground. The wounds on my body kept bleeding. The fight was over. I killed two one was in my den the other was laying outside the den. I had hurt my apprentice and my clan was in pain. I remember Lightpaw talking to me, "Come on Thrushwing. Our clan needs us."I remembered at that moment why I had become a medicine cat. I became a medicine cat to help my clan. Laying here wasn't helping them. I had to help my clan.
I had managed to stand and was able to stumble over and out of the den. There I walked to the first wounded. "I'm here to help." After that I remember the pain going away and the feeling that I fell and hit the ground, but it didn't hurt. I remember the feeling of being free. The feeling of pain was gone. I felt lighter and younger. Then I saw it. My clanmates from long ago. Soreear, Sharpfang, wolftail, and notail. All died before I had gone crazy and all were my best friends. Soreear came up to me first,"Lets go. I've been waiting for you... We've been waiting for you." She said, her voice was still sweet and soft as it used to be. Her fur was groomed nicely and she had stars in her pelt. That's when it hit me,"I died?" I had asked and all my friends nodded their heads. "But Lightpaw! She's not ready! Her training-"I was interrupted by Soreear,"She will be able to see you. We have all talked with her, stood by her, and watched over her. You can do the same."
That's it. That's my story. It's not detailed, long, or glorious, but it was my life in a summary. I put in all the good part. All the jaw droppers and tear jerkers and of course the events that change me, braked me, and killed me. Goodbye.
-Before he died. Take out the black parts of his pelt though. He's all brown.
-The bigger dark cat is him. Well sometimes he shows up like that and sometimes he looks like what he did when he died. It all depends on how he wants to look that day. That's his starclan self and the other cat is Lightstream.
Man that was a lot of writing!
I hope it's good though. 
I do not own these nice and lovely pictures. All rights to these drawings and pictures go to their owners.
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