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[wolf ;;]

{ I've nearly finished my forms, I just have to do their personalities x3 Would it be alright if I started roleplaying, Foxflight? xD
Also, I changed Locket's and Frostpaw's pictures. }

[Jinglebelle]

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Littlestep
Medicine Cat
She-cat
30 Moons
Tags: Falconpaw

.:Medicine Cats Den:.:Talking:.:Neutral:.:Apprentice:None:.:Crushless:.
Littlestep continued to ramble, thoughts racing in her head, until she realized she was spilling out her concerns on a normal apprentice, not a medicine cat apprentice, "Ah! I'm sorry..." she began as she lead the way into her den, "I'm just a bit uneasy, i've been trying to remember everything Morningfrost taught me and since Leaf-bare comes with Whitecough... i'm just so scared a cat will die," she sighed, forcing herself to change the subject, "You don't have to remember all the herbs, and the ones i'm looking for grow near water," she continued through the small bramble tunnel that lead outside to a river, "Feverfew looks a bit like Daisys, it has a sharp tangy smell and small soft leaves," she recalled, remembering how many yellow herbs there were.

[Paíntedwínd]

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Falconpaw smiled softly and let herself breathe again. That's not to bad. You know what a daisy looks like. Oh, thanks Littlestep. I'll be on the lookout! She meowed reassuringly; then the brown tabby fell into a more distant tone. Morningfrost was a great medicine cat, huh? She stated, racking her brains for memory of the she-cat. She delivered me and Shadowpaw, and she saved me from whitecough when I was 2 moons. It was only a few weeks later that she died...I never really knew her but I liked her. Falconpaw lapsed into a very faint memory. She remembered the looks of the medicine den, but not really that of Morningfrost. Falconpaw could vaguely recall she was a very pale colour, grey or white maybe? But she strongly remembered those baby blue eyes; they looked so young. You knew her well, though. She was your mentor...were you close? I bet you miss her either way, huh? Falconpaw mused quietly as she padded behind the creamy-coloured she-cat. Lost in thought, she spied a daisy looking flower. Oh! Is this what you were looking for, Littlestep? The duo were only a few steps from the bank of the river. This could be it.

[foxflight,]

[[ you can start role-playing shannon c:

Chandler Riggs, accepted.

[fireflies.]

Antbite

The she-cat wrapped her white paws over her head as she tried to block out the fast approaching sun. Still, the bright gleams managed to poke through the cracks in her defence, forcing Antbite to open those pale green orbs of hers. Well, might as well get up now, right? she thought brightly to herself, rising to her paws and giving her pelt a good wash. There was moss clinging to it, the warrior had to give it a sharp tug to dislodge it. Antbite bit her lip, took a deep breath and then padded out of the den, tail held high in the air as if to announce herself to the other cats.

Ahh yes, that was right, Finchstar would have to appoint a new deputy soon, wouldn't he? Ferretwhisker had finally and sadly drawn his last breath before joining the ranks of StarClan. But who would the lanky leader choose? Antbite herself didn't have a prayer against the other cats, even she knew that and was glad of the fact. Who would want to become deputy? Anyways, he would probably select some tom like Ivyvine or Stonesong. Unless the ginger tom wanted someone younger to serve him. After all, Antbite had heard that Finchstar had been appointed second in command at a young age and look at him now!

She padded over to the edge of camp and took a seat, silently finishing her washing. Mentors and apprentices were joining each other, ready for a day of training. It was a shame there was no queens at the moment, it would take a long time for her to get a young cat to train if there weren't even any kits. There was no elders either which upset Antbite quite a bit, how in the name of StarClan would the apprentices learn their history then? Her favourite pair of elders, Patchfur and Mottledpelt had passed away about a half-moon ago, withen hours of each other. No one could seperate them, if one went the other had to follow. Death had proved that.

[Jinglebelle]

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Littlestep
Medicine Cat
She-cat
30 Moons
Tags: Falconpaw

.:Place:.:Action:.:Mood:.:Apprentice:None:.:Crushless:.
Her head whirled with thoughts of herbs, wondering if she could manage to take a patrol around the territory in search for herbs before Leaf-bare set in. She kept one ear turned towards the apprentice as she mewed on about Morningfrost, "We were as close as a mentor and apprentice would be," she murmured in agreement as her dark blue eyes scanned the edge of the river for precious herbs. Her ears pricked up immediately at Falconpaws seemingly triumphant mew, and she hurried over to the Daisy looking plant, "I believe so..." she eyed the small yellow and white flowers, taking a tentative sniff to make sure it wasn't a small Daisy plant. "Mhm..." she mumbled, wondering how such a large bush of Feverfew went unnoticed by Littlestep, when she had been nursing another one down stream. "Grab a few stems and be careful not to pull them out by the roots," she instructed, though this plant looked much too strong to be pulled out. She pulled off several stems of the tangy smelling plant, making sure to leave enough stems for it to regrow next new-leaf, and made her way back up towards her den.

[Keriae]

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They always knew it wouldn't work. He was a clan cat, she, a pampered Maine Coon cross. But that little fact did not stop Stoneclaw from slipping away between patrols to twolegplace to meet his dear Tigerlily. The two had met when he had rushed to find some catmint for the medicine cat during an outbreak of greencough and the grey tom's curiosity had brought him back time and time again.

They met like this for two seasons, newleaf through 'till then end of greenleaf. Stoneclaw told his mate all about Clan life, and she told him about her friends and family. When greenleaf was drawing to a close, Tigerlily announced that she was expecting kits. Stoneclaw's visits became more frequent, and half a moon after she gave birth, she gave him their firstborn to be raised within PineClan. And so Lionkit arrived in the Clan, named for his ginger tabby fur and a reminder of Tigerlily. But with his arrival the Clan found out about Stoneclaw and his mate, and he was forbidden from visiting her. The punishment would be death.

Lionkit grew thinking he was Clanborn, but it did not take long for the muttered insults to reach his ears. At three moons his foster mother, Poppyleaf, told him the truth. Around the same time, Stoneclaw left the Clan to join Tigerlily in a soft, kittypet life.

Lionpaw is ten moons, an apprentice on the cusp of warriorhood. He has been training for four moons to try and banish the views on his kittypet blood and traitorous father. This young tom is determined, reckless, ambitious, impish, smart and an absolute joy to be around. However, he's a fierce fighter and his anger tends to get the best of him when he's insulted, so he's an easy cat to wind up. He no longer cares for his parents after his mother gave him up and his father left, but he is unmistakeably loyal to his Clan.

[foxflight,]

[[ accepted. c:

[Asherwy]

Hai Keriae :3 }}

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{ ｔｏｍ : 40 : ｗａｒｒｉｏｒ : ｓｉｎｇｌｅ }
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Even though he knew of her lack of speech, and that she sometimes responded he was slightly surprised at her nod of acknowledgement. It was certainly difficult to get a conversation going with the white warrior, if there was a conversation he'd be doing all the talking. But the brown tabby respected her too much to try and conjure up some words out of the she-cat's mouth, let alone press her until she did actually meow back. Deciding to sit in silence along with Snowdrift, he could feel the background murmur of his clan, it was peaceful and reassuring. Exhaling deeply, the white fog told him that leaf-bare wasn't very far. Dreading the cold upcoming season of greencough and scarce pickings, he scanned the camp, glimpsing the faces he had known for so long. He spotted Falconpaw head over to the medicine cat's den, concern flickered in his chest, wondering what was wrong. Letting his fur lie flat, his apprentice wasn't walking awkwardly or had a twisted look on her face, so she should be fine. Noting in his head to take her out training if they weren't assigned on any patrols, his proud gaze stared after Falconpaw when she disappeared into the den. The thought of them suffering during leaf-bare troubled him deeply, now finding himself hoping that leaf-bare never existed.

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Excitement flared in her chest at her mentor's mention of battle training. Control yourself dimwit, we'll only go training if we aren't appointed to any patrols. Calming down, luckily her face hadn't shown any of her recent emotions as usual, so she merely nodded in acknowledgement and settled down beside her mentor, as there was nothing else for her to do. Rainpaw had appeared from the entrance of the apprentices den, Falconpaw followed after her and headed for the medicine cat's den. Birdsong and Dawnflight padded out of the warrior's den, along with Stonebreeze and Crowflower following. to be honest the young she-cat was quite bored now, her emotionless posture fully regained as she contemplated with weak interest around the camp. Finchstar was conversing with Duskclaw, the pretty warrior was good at almost anything and Fogpaw wanted to be like her. Silently she wondered whether Finchstar was holding up well, considering the deaths of the two highest ranking cats other than him.

[Keriae]

(Thanks <3 hai ash! I'll just read through everything then post.)