COTN Writer Applications

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Username + ID: username and account id!
Activity level: how active are you within cotn & how active or available do you believe you'll be as a writer?
How often do you believe you'll be able to write explore responses?: take into consideration how many users you may be responding to, and how frequently you'll be able to keep up with detailed replies to all clans who have responded within the timeframe
How many clans do you estimate you can efficiently handle?: take into consideration the quality of responses and the frequency of your replies!
Do you have previous experience in a similar role?: not required for consideration as a writer!
Why do you want to be a writer for COTN?: why us specifically? let us know!
Do you have any questions regarding this position?: if you have any questions or concerns, or want further clarification on something, don't hesitate to ask!
Respond to the prompt as if you are writing an explore reply: responses can assume certain rolls were made for the active patrols or you can request to have a random roll done on the discord, or do them yourself!

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[b]Username + ID:[/b]
[b]Activity level:[/b]
[b]How often do you believe you'll be able to write explore responses?:[/b]
[b]How many clans do you estimate you can efficiently handle?:[/b]
[b]Do you have previous experience in a similar role?:[/b]
[b]Why do you want to be a writer for COTN?:[/b]
[b]Do you have any questions regarding this position?:[/b]
[b]Respond to the prompt as if you are writing an explore reply:[/b]

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NPCClan

Moonlight and Mothpaw = Hunting and/or Border Patrol
Mossmaw and Mune = Herb and/or Border Patrol

An early start to the day. The faintest beams of the morning sun crept in past the branches and brambles that reinforced the exterior entrance to the den, their persistent creep eventually causing the light to dance annoyingly on the apricot, tabbied muzzle of a certain young tom. His nose twitched and a paw, one that rather than being covered in the same orange-red fur as the rest of his body instead bore caramel-grey, was briefly folded over his eyes to attempt to shield them from the unwanted intrusion. There were a few more quiet, blissful moments that elapsed before Mothpaw practically bolted up, right out of his fur.

I'm late! I'm late, oh StarClan, I'm such a mousebrain! The apprentice didn't even take a brief pause to settle his fur which stuck up in unkempt tufts, bounding out of the hollow where he'd been sleeping and out into the center of camp. Today he was supposed to accompany the dawn patrol with Pebblecoat and whoever else was being dragged along. That, at least, was what he remembered being discussed the day prior after his training had concluded.. however, the atmosphere that surrounded the tortoiseshell as he gradually slowed his pace to really take in his surroundings was calm. Mothpaw's confusion only grew as he became increasingly aware of the fact that there was a distinct lack of scoldings catching his ears in the moments that followed his panic. Bright yellow eyes scanned around him for any sign of Pebblecoat or cats who would have gathered for departure, but the clan was still.

"Lookin' for someone there, Mothpaw?" Came a drawling voice from his left, and the apprentice moreso jumped to face the cat who had spoken than turned. Emerging from behind a curtain of overgrowth was a blue and cream mottled she-cat, her sharp gaze hiding a hint of amusement as her fiery gaze transfixed on the dazed apprentice. "Ya seem t'be a little lost." Apricot colored jaws parted as the young cat opened his mouth to speak, but after a moment thought twice about his words and snapped his muzzle closed again. Something wasn't adding up.

"Uh.. Mossmaw, did I miss the dawn patrol?" There was a certain level of embarrassment to the words that finally fell out of the little tortoiseshell. His ears burned with trepidation, thinking only of how he was surely to get an earful as soon as they returned and found him there. Part of him didn't even want to meet the eyes of the cat before him, but something about the herbalist always managed to smooth his fur. The manner in which she spoke didn't help his general air of confusion, either.

"They're long gone," His heart sank deeper into the pit of his chest, stomach curling with dread. It must have been evident in his expression as the marbled tortoiseshell promptly continued with a gentler tone of voice. "It's no fault of yer own. With how exhausted ya were after trainin' yesterday, Pebblecoat didn't want t'wake you. Lettin' ya get some rest, they said."

".. Pebblecoat said that?" Certainly they couldn't blame the apprentice for being baffled. There had been little precedence set where he was ever given such a reprieve when it came to training. It was bad enough when he managed to find his way into mischief while actively out on patrol or when he was shirking apprenticeship duties to do literally anything that was more interesting than gathering moss or picking ticks or getting pricked by the brambles that protected the camp.

"Mmhm." Mossmaw stretched out, flexing her claws as her muscles strained and tensed. Her long, feathery fur briefly danced in the wind but settled back surprisingly well. Any other cat certainly would have had to at least given their coat a shake to encourage their pelt to even out. Just what did she bribe their ancestors with? "You'll be trainin' with Moonlight today. Mune n' I will be out gatherin' herbs n' surveyin' the territory, maybe our paths'll cross while we're out."

Mothpaw froze. Although he had recovered from the distress of a few moments prior, his gut lurched again. "Are you sure I can't come with you instead?" He couldn't stop the question from slipping off his tongue and only realized after the words had left his mouth how it may have sounded. Quickly, he added, "Wouldn't another set of paws be useful for bringing all the herbs back? I can help!"

Thankfully, Mossmaw seemed to be more entertained by his outcry and demeanor than anything, a warm chuckle rolling in her chest as she padded by. As she passed beside the apricot tabbied cat she brushed her tail along his shoulder in a reassuring manner. "Mune's already agreed t'help, and d'ya even know what the difference is between marigold n' dandelions?" The young tom spun around to face where the marbled tortoiseshell was walking off toward, opening his mouth quickly but finding no words came out. This only earned a more hearty laugh from the other cat who took a moment to calm herself and cast a gentle smile back to Mothpaw. "Ya may find that y'end up surprised. Yer gonna be fine. 'sides, ya can't just go n' take Mune's job for the day. I think he's lookin' forward to bein' out n' about."

Shuffling his mismatched paws through the sand below, Mothpaw averted his gaze sheepishly. Of course he knew he wasn’t exactly suited to assisting with the herbalist duties. Herbs were basically just all funny looking plants to him, discerning and learning them was something that he wasn’t exactly partial to. He’d much rather spend his time chasing grasshoppers or trapping the flickerflies which came out after the sun slipped back inside its den. In truth, he just didn’t know how to read Moonlight. The black and white tabby was as enigmatic as the stillness before a storm. She wasn’t cold or cruel, but no matter what he did the little orange furred apprentice couldn’t tell what that cat was thinking. Her words often were spoken in odd, roundabout ways that made him second guess their meaning. The uncertainty was surely enough to drive any cat mad!

"Oh, n’ Mothpaw?" Two little yellow eyes blinked up at the feathery, marbled she-cat as she paused in her stride. "Y’ve got somethin’ there." A gesture was made with her paw toward the toms head, between his ears. A brief surge of confusion hit him again as his caramel-gray paw was raised up and smoothed against the fur, a piece of moss being knocked loose and falling unceremoniously to the ground between them. Undoubtedly, it had been there the entire time. If his ears hadn’t already burned up enough over the course of the morning, they certainly would be smouldering away now!

It was going to be a day, wasn’t it?