Site Cleanup & Adoptables

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Hello everyone!

With the recent "spring cleaning" that the site underwent, we now have several important positions open. These include several unborn kits, both of the WC Kit Plot parents, one plot queen, and several other cats from different Clans. In addition, the positions of ThunderClan deputy and WindClan medicine cat are also open.

In order to adopt Rivermist, Foxfur, or Littlestream, please look over their profiles in the Adoption Center. Four unborn plot kits are available for adoption from various litters, and can be found either in the Queens and Kits section or the Requests Board. For inquiries regarding the position of ThunderClan's deputy, please contact Amber, as she will be completely in charge of finding and accepting a new deputy.

As for the position of WindClan's medicine cat, this is an especially delicate and important role that needs to be filled. Applicants for this role must keep in mind the following before applying for the position:

WindClan's medicine cat has a young apprentice who he must teach. Therefore, he must not be a young or inexperienced cat who is not ready to mentor an apprentice.

The position of WindClan medicine cat is tied in closely with the Five-Queen plot. The previous medicine cat was engaged in an illicit relationship with fellow Clanmate Thrushtail, so for plot purposes, the new medicine cat must be (a) a tom and (b) compatible with such a relationship, even if such a thing were to be a brief relationship that lasted only until kits were conceived.

Finally, any and all applicants must have a strong sense of Clan loyalty and devotion. I want to know that my Clan's healer is going to stand by his Clan through thick and thin, and this is not negotiable. He doesn't have to that loyal to StarClan; in fact it's better if his loyalty to StarClan is a bit wobbly, otherwise he probably wouldn't take a mate for any length of time. But he does have to be loyal to his Clan, so keep this in mind.

Please post directly in this thread with applicants for the position of WindClan's medicine cat. Profiles will be accepted until the 11th of December, which leaves you with exactly three weeks to mull things over and apply. I would have given it longer, but since he is so important to the plot, I'd like to choose quickly.

[Mousy]

Name:

Gingernose

Age:

37 moons

Gender:

Tom

Clan:

WindClan

Apprentice:

His apprentice is Crowpaw.

Rank:

Medicine Cat

M/C:

Thrushtail. But it's a secret.

Kin:

Parents and siblings still alive.

Description:

Right from when you first see him, you would be forgiven for thinking that Gingernose was a warrior, even though he is, in reality, the medicine cat. This, of course, is because he's a big ol' chap, certainly. One of, if not, the, biggest in the Clan, which comes partially from good blood, but also his mother taking care of herself while he and his sister were in utero (yes, I'm a nerd). Despite his size, though, Gingernose isn't really that muscular; he's built more to run than to fight (but, then again, what WindClan cat isn't?), and pretty much every bone on his (not-inconsiderable) body shows through his skin, although this is from choice! He sometimes just forgets to eat because he's too busy, or something. Don't mind it, seriously.

Now, of course, to other things, such as his pelt.

Now, if you were to glance at him, you would think, "White flame-point." I know this because that's what I did, but the Google Thumbnails are little-tiny. This, however is not true (not the bit about the Thumbnails, that's true. The bit about him being white). Gingernose is, in actual fact, all ginger to some degree. The majority of him is merely a pale shade of ginger, that appears white from a distance, at a glance or in a thumbnail. I should probably stop talking about that now.

Anyway, Gingernose is, yes, mainly a pale, clear ginger, but that is not true of all of him: he fades (the base of his tail, for example, as well as his paws and muzzle, and his ears, are all much darker ginger, and his tail appears ribbed) to a dark, firey ginger: his front paws, the whole of his tail, his ears and his nose (including his nose - you'll never guess what gives him his name) are all dark ginger. Unlike others of his breed, however, there are none of the pale orange tabby markings around his eyes.

And now to his eyes: they are icy-blue, not the dark, oceanic blue that some cats possess (because ice-blue eyes are yet another signature of his breed), but pale, icy, striking blue. They are kind, caring eyes when with his patients, but they can be playful (although his whole face, not just his eyes, will be playful in that case). Yes, that, my dears, is Gingernose. Well, it is in appearance.

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Personality:

Typical medicine cat, sensible, organised, poetic, likes to play with apprenctices and kits, loves kits, has a somewhat "beautified" vision of love, fiercely devensive of Clan values, loves Thrushtail deeply.

Gingernose is, pretty much, a typical medicine cat: he's dedicated to his patients, he trains his apprentices, and... well, if we just pretend Thrushtail isn't staring lustfully at him from over there, he's pretty much a normal-everyday-normal-everyday medicine cat (cookies for you if you got that reference. Which Cai might, if I'm lucky) of normal normality. What I am trying to get at here, I suppose, is that he's stable. Sane, nice, kind and s-t-a-b-l-e. I'm serious. Nothing that'll send him in to a flying fit of raging rage, certainly. Never.

Now, aside from his romance with Thrushtail (who isn't over there staring lustfully at him. I mean it), Gingernose is very sensible and organised: he knows exactly-where-everything-in-his-den-is-and-doesn't-need-it-rearranged-thank-you-very-much. I'm not saying that he has OCD, just that he's sensible and organised. Just that. By sensible, though, I mean that he doesn't rush around in a blind panic. Often. Even if a cat is bleeding to death or something, he'll be able to remain perfectly calm, and quietly control the situation, although if a cat starts getting all, "Oh great StarClan we're all going to die!" he may snap at them to get out. That's as far as him snapping will ever go, though.

If ever a cat was poetic, though, Gingernose is poetic. Really poetic. Seriously, half of everything he says sounds slightly odd when first heard, but, when you think about it, it's sort of poetic. It might be the slight lilt his voice has to it or it might be something else entirely, but here is a poetic cat. Move on.

Now, while he isn't medicine cat-ing, he likes to play with apprentices and kits, and actually has a number of games he likes to play: with kits, he will line them up, get them to close their eyes, and then move one (always in to his den, or get them back to their mother). Then, the kits have to work out who is missing. They always seem to enjoy this, even though Gingernose finds it a bit boring after a while. Apprentices... well, he just practices hunting with them, but calls it a game.

Now, Gingernose loves kits, and by that I mean he likes to see them grow, and hope - no, he always knows that they'll be great. He just finds it magical, like delivering litters of kits: as he said once: "No matter how many kits I deliver, my dear, I'll always think of each litter as the first in the world. It'll never lose its magic that way." That's a pretty good interpretation of how he thinks of kits and that sort of thing. And hey, why shouldn't he?

Now, Gingernose has a somewhat... a beautified vision of love as a whole: it isn't what he has a it made out to be, and it can be quite horrible, when you get right down to it. No less, though, he loves love: he knows that each litter of kits is the product of a love of some form, not matter what. And that makes each cat on this earth sacred, because without love they wouldn't be here.

He is fiercely defensive of Clan values: I mean, WindClan are WindClan, runner caln of the moor. Why should they become sneaky and dark like ShadowClan; why should they learn to swim live RiverClan can; fight like ThunderClan do. WindClan run. They don't swim; they don't sneak; they aren't stocky and muscular. Great StarClan, they're WindClan. They'd be called SneakyClan or SwimmingClan or MuscleClan if StarClan hadn't meant for them to be as they were, so why should they change?

He loves Thrushtail deeply, too. Nothing much more to say about this, really.

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History:

Gingernose was born, and let's be honest here, as an average kit, to an average mother and father, with average siblings. There's honestly nothing special about him; he's just Gingernose (or, back then, he was Gingerkit). Anyway, he was a normal kit; he listened to tales of the Clans of Old, he slept, he ate, the drunk, he played, he argued wit other kits (although rarely with his parents: he just couldn't be bothered, because he knew it wouldn't get him anywhere). Just an average six moons, really. Nothing to see here, just him playing with his friends. Honestly.

Upon his sixth moon, he was apprenticed to a warrior, who taught him a lot of stuff, good-good, all normal here. Although he never really loved apprentice training, he did it regardless, because it was essential and all. He had to, and he accepted that, because... well, he understood that it would be useless to not be able to fight.

Now, he was always fascinated by the medicine cat, and, as it stood, he was, maybe, more cut out to be medicine cat than he was to be a warrior. And so he finished his warrior training (all cats should be able to fight, so that they may defend themselves, no matter their rank), and then, upon his tenth mood (his mentor believed that the last two moons were mere consolidation of already-acquired knowledge), he passed from the paws of Mouseflower in to those of Liontail, the medicine cat.

Now, Liontail was very strict with Gingerwhisker; he wouldn't tolerate a hair out of place (which is, possibly, where he gets his pedantry from), but the yellow tom was still kind, and he liked Gingernose deep down (although he sometimes said that the tom would be the death of him, although this was mostly sarcasm or a joke, although it wasn't very funny); he wouldn't have been nice to him: he was kind in some respects.

When Gingernose was 20 moons old, Liontail because a warrior again: he wasnt ancient, 50 moons old, and he was a happy chap to let Gingernose take over from him. He wanted a break from apprentices thinking they'd broken things when they'd tripped and rolled. Gingernose didn't mind, though, because he could make a performance of it: he'd instantly know whether something was broken or not, and would touch a forepaw the the 'fracture' in a joking way, and say, "There you go. All fixed up! Nothing broken there!" The reason for this was, of course, because Liontail would be snide, and huff at them for wasting his time.

Until his 36th moon, nothing much happened: battles were fought, lives were lost. But, on his 36th moon, a pretty she-cat, by the name of Thrushtail, caught his eye. And he caught hers, too.

It turned out that she had been crushing on him for quite a while, but had never been able to get up the courage to ask. She thought she'd lost her chance when he became medicine cat apprentice, and then again when he became medicine cat, but she and four friends were all starting to get with the toms they liked, and, well, she liked him.

Also on that moon, Gingernose acquired an apprentice, Crowpaw. He's had to keep Thrushtail hidden from the rest of the Clan, for fear of them both being exiled, but he's happy with it.

Then again, Gingernose is always happy.

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Roleplay example:

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Other:

Jeez, he's so friggin' flowery! How on EARTH is he straight?!

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Herbs:

Thyme is used for anxiety and nerves.

Borage Leaves increase supply of milk for nursing queens and bring down fever.

Marigold is used as a poultice.

Poppy seeds are-killers and help cats fall asleep.

Watermint is eaten to help with bellyache.

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[Yoko]

Name: Birchnose

Age: 40 moons

Gender: Tom

Clan: WindClan

Apprentice: Crowpaw

Rank: Medicine Cat

Mate/Crush: Thrushtail

Kin: Ravingloon (NPC Mother/vanished) Sanesnake (NPC)

Description: Birchnose is a cat of very masculine build. His legs are long and muscular. This is a cat that could run all day, from sunrise to sunset! He's quite fast. He doesn't have that thin signature WindClan build, but he's not as thickly muscled as a ThunderClan cat either. It's his fur that gives him that robust look.

His fur is actually fairly short but it spikes out in clumps and is rather thick. The color of his pelt maintains a rich quality. The earthy brown is offset nicely by sharp black bands on his face, but elsewhere on his body the stripes are faint and well blended. His ears are large with rounded tips and long pale hairs flow out of them. The long, tipped downward, white whiskers compliment the ear-hairs quite well. The nose for which he is named is a dark rusty pink, close to brown. His eyes are a pale green, and appear to reflect objects rather than absorb them.

Personality: Birchnose is a tom with a good work ethic. He believes that nothing is more important than contributing to the Clan. He likes to keep Crowpaw on his toes during the apprentice's training. He checks on the herbs of the territory on a daily basis, sometimes watering them when they seem too dry.

There is no questioning Birchnose's loyalty. He's loyal to a fault. He gives the Clan his full heart, and he could never imagine betraying it. He's firmly decided that he won't mate outside of his Clan, if ever (StarClan forbid). Nor will he disobey his leader's or deputy's orders. And in fact he quite personally respects Ravenstar, as they grew up rather close in age.

He tends to have a bit of a temper. He dislikes seeing cats lying around when there is work to be done. He can't stand cats who would question the leader's orders or decisions. He may seem bossy at times, but he has good intentions at heart.

The most driving force of Birchnose's spirit is his sense of honor. Not only his Clan's honor, but mostly his own. He also has a tendency to respect cats who are defending their own honor.

In the past moon, he's found himself spending quite a bit of time around a certain she-cat. He finds himself calmer, and happier in her presence. Could this be love? He has an obligation to StarClan to resist! But she's making it rather...difficult.

History: Birchkit had a tough kit-hood. He was born to two purebred WindClan cats. His mother was a bit of a mad-she-cat. She was bad tempered, and often spouted nonsense about the end of the Clans. Being a only a kit, Birchkit was inclined to believe his mother and often told the other kits the same chilling "prophecies". Birchkit,presumably mad also, was avoided as if he were the plague in the nursery. His mother scoffed and if he hadn't fed from his mother the first few moons of his life the other queens would have allowed him to starve! Shortly after he began to eat prey, his mother angrily stormed away from the Clan, claiming that they weren't worthy of having her kit! However, Birchkit's father refused to let her take his son, so Birchkit was forced to stay in this wretched place.

As much as he tried to hate the Clan cats, he could not. Their ways fascinated him far too much for him to hate the Warrior Code and StarClan. He even loved his clanmates, or at least, he loved the way they treated each other excluding himself. After three moons of quiet without his mother, Birchkit was ready to become an apprentice. He was assigned a mentor but quickly learned that being a warrior was simply not for him.

When Birchpaw was about 7 moons old there was an outbreak of fevers in the nursery which led to a rather desperate search for Lavender on the moor. Warriors and apprentices were shown the herb and told to bring some back if they found any while on patrol. It seemed that there was not a purple flower to be found on the moor, but just as it seemed the kits were doomed, Birchpaw appeared with a large mouthful of them. When asked how he had found so many, the apprentice claimed that he had smelled them. (later earning him the name Birchnose). From that day forward he was trained as a Medicine Cat apprentice.

After so many moons serving as a loyal and dedicated Medicine Cat, his past trouble with false prophecies were forgotten by most everyone. He does his best to make sure that part of his past stays well buried.

Other:

Juniper Berries ~ Used for bellyaches
Horsetail~ Poultice for wounds to prevent infection
Yarrow~ Can make cats vomit up poison XD/ Also prevents infection in wounds.
Tansy~ Cures Cough
Thyme~ Calms anxiety and nerves

Short and Sweet.

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Okay. I just want to say right now that it was really hard to choose between these entries, because they were both good in their own right. However, after much deliberation, I have come to a final decision. The new medicine cat of WindClan will be Birchnose! Congratulations to Yoko and her new, scruffy MC.

Also, for being such a good sport, Mousy may make a WindClan cat of any rank, if she should so desire. And if not, I will be glad to offer my services in the creation of character banners for some of her cats instead.