W h i s p e r c l a n . S e m i L i t . A c c e p t i n g

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Blizzardfoot flexed his claws, nodding but a faint yowl of of Morningstar's familiar voice made him prick his ears and stop mid-nod. His pelt prickled, and his tail flicking in deep curiosity as he heard the grief in her voice. The scent of death surrounded his strong nose, and his eyes saddened. That smells like Flamefoot! [color=#808080] [color=#808080]The warrior bunched his powerful muscles and raced away, his eyes narrowing. As he skidded into camp, his eyes widened as he saw Flamefoot's limp body. From his sharp eyes, he saw wounds over him. Blizzardfoot walked over to the tom, pressing his nose into the now-cold fur. He licked the fur over his body, smoothing it down gently. He looked up at Morningstar, giving her a nod as if to comfort her and say, 'He was a great warrior...and a great friend.' The tom let out a sigh and rested his powerful haunches onto the ground, looking at his leader, grief clouding his blue eyes.

Lightfoot sighed, her belly swaying as she exhaled and then inhaled. Her eyes were bright, but inside she was truly exhausted, and was actually feeling very, very sick, but she wasn't telling anyone because she didn't think it was too important. "Uh, soon, yes. I will be due in a couple of days," Lightfoot meowed in reply, her tail flicking back in forth. She stumbled to her paws, collasping onto the ground as her belly heaved. A yowl interupted from her muzzle, and pain swelled through her. The kits! Are they coming? No...I've been getting these pains a lot...they aren't coming. I bet it has something to do with me carrying kits. Lightfoot growled as the pain ended, and she got to her paws, shaking her head. "I've been getting these pains all day...I don't know what they're from." she murmured.

[free.]

(@ Berry: Alright that's fine then, you're accepted.

@ ChelsieLea: Nah, they can have seen her rush by or something and go running after her into camp.

ATTENTION EVERYONE:
We don't have a medicine cat, because Echokind had to quit. Nor do we have a medicine cat apprentice. Is anyone willing to make a medicine cat?)

[Starbaby]

(( Could you reserve medicine cat for me?
I would like to make one. :]
Also, my replies will come after dinner. ))

[Kat.]

{{ So where should I start with Cobrakit? In the nursery? }}

[dandelion love]

Dapplerain
She saw Morningstar rush by. She looked at the Toms and then padded after the leader. She entered the camp and watched how she leaped on high rock, but her eyes moved to Flamefoot. Her eyes filled with sorrow, one of her clan mates were dead. She wished him the best in StarClan. She looked back up at Morningstar and then padded over to the rock and sat down.

[Starbaby]

Beautiful Grey Cat by Candie_N, on Flickr

N ame:
Hawkmoon
G ender:
Tom
A ge:
30 Moons
R ank:
Medicine Cat
D escription:
Hawkmoon is a short furred sleek cat with rounded features. His fur is dappled grey and gold; a continuous pattern without any significant markings. His tail is shorter than most and his fur grows longer there, streaming from the end. He has pale yellow eyes that act like windows to this cat's soul. Much can be learned by simply meeting his gaze. Hawkmoon is tall and muscled because of his apprentice life. He'd wanted to become a warrior but an accident slipped a bone in his hip. Hawkmoon walks with a limp in his hind left paw, and will for the rest of his life.

Hawkmoon is an over all friendly cat, and does enjoy being able to help his clan in his own way. He is soft spoken but enjoys company, even if it is in big groups. He may seem a little distanced at times though, because he cannot enjoy life like a warrior could.
S kills:
Hawkmoon has an exceptional memory. He was able to memorize the herbs at a very young age, and knows on what wounds to use them. He also has an incredible sense of smell. He can scent sickness in a cat from miles away.
W eakness:
Hawkmoon has a limp in his hind leg because of a slipped bone. He has a constant limp there that will never leave him, and so he can't travel very fast or be on it for too long. The medicine cat often gets distracted as well, wishing he'd been able to continue on as a warrior when he was still young.
H istory:
In the first moon of Hawkmoon's apprentice life, Hawkpaw then, he had a terrible accident. He'd been eager to get out of the camp every chance he could get, and wormed his way into as many patrols as he could. He had started his hunting and fighting training, and was adapting very well. But, nearing his second moon of training, he went on a patrol that would change his way of life. It was a border patrol, and the leader, his mentor, had scented rogues. She was a strong willed she-cat, and lead them further down to make sure the stray hadn't crossed into their territory. Sure enough, a mangy looking orange and red tabby was feasting in their land. The patrol hardly questioned the rogue, and approached him to chase him off. It should have been easy; four cats against one. Hawkpaw had batted at him too, but was taken from behind. There was not one loner, but two. One large male who hadn't been accounted for. He landed square on the apprentice and dislocated his leg with sheer force. Hawkpaw fell into a daze and re-awoke in the medicine cat's den.

Hawkpaw was forced to stay there; his leg healed bu this limp never leaving. He knew he could never be a warrior before he was told, and he began to learn the ways of a medicine cat while he stayed there. She was old, and took him as an apprentice so when she passed away they would not be left without one. After she died of old age, Hawkpaw became Hawkmoon and he took over the role of medicine cat.
K in:
None.
M ate/Crush:
None, he's a medicine cat.
O ther:
None.

[free.]

(@Sora: Thank you! Accepted!

@Berry: Sure. And the other kit is Skykit, Petalnoses biological daughter. So if you wanted you could have your kit looking for her. )

Morningstar.
"Our life is tough. Living in the forest, staying away from twolegs. Fighting of badgers, foxes, dogs, and more. We often suffer from pain and injury, sickness, and yes, even death." She said clearly and calmly, though pain and sadness showed in her eyes. "And today, we have lost a fine warrior. Crazy, wild, but downright loyal, Flamefoot took being a warrior to the next step. He made absolutely sure that the clan would never again be terrorized by a dog. But he paid a high price. Our loving Flamefoot is in Starclan now, watching over us. He no longer walks beside us, but in the starry skies. And he will always be in our hearts." She called out, smiling weakly. Pausing, she let her eyes rest on the handsome body of the tom in the center of the clearing. "So with the death of a warrior today, I realized something. It could happen to any of us, at any time, anywhere. Even me. So with that thought in my mind, I believe it is time to name a new deputy." She said. Morningstar was nervous about this. Starclan had told her she couldn't pick a certain couple of cats, because they had other plan's for them. So Morningstar had gone with her heart's choice, and hoped it was right. "With Starclan, and our old deputy, Thrushpelt's, approval, I now name the new deputy....Blizzardfoot. So long as he promise to uphold the warrior code and protect the clan at all costs. Let Whisperclan be strong, and live on!" She ended the last part with a resounding yowl, looking out over the cat's below her. Her clan. Her family and loved ones.


Crowfur
He raced after Dapplerain, forgetting almost immediately about his prey once he saw Morningstar race by with something dragging along behind her. When he made it to camp, he realized Flamefoot was dead. Crowfur pushed his way over to the body, Touching Flamefoot's cheek gently with his nose, he whispered a short farewell. And then he stood abruptly, making his way over to Dapplerain. "Poor Flamefoot." He murmured sadly as he ssettled beside the she-cat, their fur brushing. Though Crowfur couldn't help but thinking that the tom had it coming for him. Always wild and never listening to orders. SHaking his small black head, he focused his gaze back up to Morningstar to listen to what she had to say.

[Starbaby]

G.hostfang

"Is it worth it, can you even hear me? Standing with your spotlight on me. Not enough to feed the hungry."

Ghostfang nodded his head, placing his tail over Lightfoot's side. He was about to rest his paws and lay beside her but the she-cat suddenly stood. The warrior wanted to help her with all her weight, as it was clear she was struggling, however she fell to her belly quickly. Ghostfang's eyes narrowed and he jumped a little, startled. "Are you alright?" He asked, his voice drowned out in her pained yowl. "Maybe you should be resting in the nursery." He suggested. Just then, another yowl rang out, louder than Lightfoot. "Morningstar!?"

Ghostfang sprang to his paws, his fur standing straight with surprise. "Morningstar is back." Nudging Lightfoot, his tried to get her to her paws so they could hear what their leader had called the clan for. The warrior's excitement died as he saw the fallen cat. Flamefoot. He's dead...

The white and cream warrior dipped his head to Flamefoot. He listened to Morningstar, feeling her pride in her clan. As the new deputy was appointed, he gave a proud meow, calling out Blizzardfoot's name.

"I'm tired and I've felt it for a while now."

H.awkmoon

"I walk this empty street, on the Boulevard of broken dreams."

Hawkmoon hobbled out of the medicine cat's den, his ears pricked to the sounds of the suddenly busy camp. He scented Morningstar's return and the bodies of his other clan members. To his experienced nose though, the camp smelled of death. Flamesfoot's lifeless body lay in the center of the camp, his fur licked down by the cats that surrounded him. Limping to the group of cats, Hawkmoon sat himself among them, his whiskers twitching at their leader's words. His ears had drooped to a miserable spot on his head with the proud warrior's death, but he meowed the deputies name with affection.

It was saddening, that Hawkmoon was not there when he was needed, but he wished his clanmate the best. "May you run with Starclan." He murmured to himself.

"And I'm the only one and I walk alone."

(( Thanks. ^^ ))

[abandoned.]

((I'll make a med. Cat apprentince.))

[dandelion love]

Dapplerain | 20 Moons | Warrior | Apprentice : Ravenpaw | Crush:Maybe...Crowfur?
She chanted Blizzardfoot's name with everyone else, but her eyes kept wondering back to Flamefoot. It had made her so sad that one of their warriors have left her. She could feel a tear run down her cheek. She looked down at her white paws. She knew his would be very hard on the people close to him. At least she knew he was going to look down on them from StarClan. Help protect them above the sky and past the stars. He was still with us with his spirit, just not with his body. She didn't look up for a few seconds.