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Post by Whitemuzzle on Aug 13, 2019 18:21:58 GMT -5
Graythorn has decided to look for some help in the medicine den. Just one caution, even though Graythorn is still quite young for his position, he's a moody and grumpy cat. So if you think you're up to the challenge can be of some assistance, reply here.
Username: MCA character name & description: About how many posts a week do you make on this site? : Reply with your character to this roleplay example: It had been a long night once again for Graythorn as he worked with the queens and kits in the nursery and then the elders complaining about aches and pains. He was dead on his paws as he entered the medicine den. To his right, he saw his apprentice sleeping peacefully in a nest. That's what I should be doing right now, he thought. A sound behind him caused the gray tabby to turn around quickly. Crimsonlife came hobbling into the den. "The cut on my leg is still bothering me. It kept me awake all night," he complained. A deep sighed heaved from Graythorn's chest. He didn't want to deal with this now. "Go sit over there," he told Crimsonlife as he moved closer to his apprentice's nest. "Wake up, lazybones!" he growled as he roughly nudged the sleeping cat with his right forepaw. "Take care of that cat over there. I'm going to get some sleep."
MCA character name & description: BERRYKIT bloom "An advantage of being naive is being able to believe in oneself when no one else will." - Sophia Amoruso. Berrybloom was born to an unknown kittypet, and was brought to SummerClan's border and dropped off as just a newborn. It was obvious that her mother was a kittypet; she reeked of twolegs. Despite being abandoned as a kit, Berrybloom has been nothing but happy throughout her life. Magnanimous, she is incredibly generous and forgiving. It doesn't matter who you are or if you've ever done her wrong; she believes everyone deserves second chances, no matter how critical their situation was or is. This ties into her naivety and gullibleness, being quite the innocent she-cat who thinks that nobody can ever harm a single strand of fur on her head. Why would they? She likes to believe that she is a caring, understanding, and kind feline. She is a trustworthy cat, being the harborer of many secrets that she keeps hidden away in a vault within her mind. Berrybloom is easy to talk to; her friendship comes natural to everyone around her, and others find it impossible not to talk to her about their life. When faced with conflict, though, Berrybloom prefers to turn the other way and high-tail it out of there. If there is no escape for her, she will become childish and rude, refusing to listen to the other feline's side of the story. She believes that she is right 100% of the time and that she's got life figured out, when in fact, she does not. Despite this, Berrybloom is still a fairly good she-cat, and a friend worthy of having.
About how many posts a week do you make on this site?: Roughly seven posts a week; I try to get one post in each day.
Reply with your character to this roleplay example: TO BE ADDED
Post by strawberrycupid on Aug 15, 2019 17:27:45 GMT -5
Username: strawberrycupid
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OSIRISKIT gaze Ah. Hello. Come a little closer so I can get a better look at you. And leave the leaf alone! Welcome to Summerclan, my name is Osirisgaze. Can you tell me why you crossed the border? Oh. Because I asked you too? Well, that just proves you a good listener, no? So what was your purpose in approaching said border? Need to see Doestar? Huh, he sure makes some friends in strange places. Well, no time to dilly dally, let's go. It's nice here, isn't it? A little hot, but you get used to it. I feel bad for everyone with longer fur around here. Mine's a little thick, but it's white, so it at least doesn't hold any heat. Though curse these eyes of mine, I can never see a darn thing in this light. That's why I have the leaf. How'd I get here? Well, I don't remember. My siblings and I were brought here when we were young. They're Kelpiemist, Selkiestream, Bansheecry, Elfweald and Manticorethicket. I'm sure you'll see them in due time. They're all a bit eccentric, but we're thick as thieves. They tend to get into trouble, but they still come to me for help, even now. I appreciate it. I really wouldn't know what to do with myself if they weren't around. They're always pushing me to try new things, and get out of my shell. Granted, they yell, and that doesn't help my horrible hearing. I never need to raise my voice with them at least. Ah, sorry. I've only been talking about myself. Tell me about you. I see, it sounds like you have a nice, peaceful life. I almost envy you. Where does Osiris come from? I'm not sure. One of the elders said it was the name of a god of death and rebirth in a far away land. I can't say if it's true or not, but I think it's pretty funny I'm named after him. Why? Well, you can find out later. We're here. What? Did you expect me to not leave you on a cliffhanger? You're funny. Now go, I'll be around when you're done, after all.
About how many posts a week do you make on this site? : I'd say at least 15.
Reply with your character to this roleplay example: Awoken harshly by her mentor, sleep slowly left her as she stood and stretched. What she would give to give him a taste of his own medicine. But that wasn't why she was here, it was to learn. Though right now, it felt more like being a maid. Shaking her light fur out, she spun around and walked up to Crimsonlife.
"Hello Crimsonlife. How are you doing?" There was no point in asking, no one was doing well in the medicine cat's den. But she liked to keep a conversation rolling and her patient thinking about something else, even if it was their own anger. Looking over the cut, she held herself back from touching the skin next to it. It didn't appear to be bleeding, but it was still somewhat deep. Walking to the back of the den, she ran her paw over their vast collection, parting them until she found some gumweed and began to chew it up.
"Would you mind telling me what happened?" She asked between chews, making her way back to Crimsonlife.
HAZELKIT mouse Hazelmouse has always been inquisitive, he has been questioning everything ever since he was able to speak. Although he longs for answers, his real joy comes from the questions themselves. He is known for getting underneath other’s paws, short awkward legs and all, as he begins his tirades of questions and observations. He believes that others should listen to him, since he maintains that he is royal; his mother planted this idea in his head after she told him that their family, a long line of seal point Siamese cats, were gifted from the beings on high to the Earth. With this puffed up confidence, Hazelmouse can be found bragging about past accomplishments - whether they are real accomplishments or not is up for debate. He needs to be in the center of attention, craves that feeling of all eyes on him. Because if others acknowledge him, then that means that he has interested them in what he has to say. And he has a lot to say. Although he does enjoy his work and his job, Hazelmouse has gone out on multiple occasions to explore the world outside the camp. His favorite place is a sheltered grove near the waterfall, where a small and cracked stone altar lays. There is a feeling of spirituality in this place and this is where he feels most connected to StarClan; the grove is surrounded by thick bushes and leaves, muffling all sounds. Here, is where he chats to his mother and father, giving them updates about his successes - though never his failures - and about the goings on in camp. If he paused for a moment, he might realize that when he talks to StarClan, he calls out for his mother and father, no one else. Although he does believe in all the celestial cats, he feels as though his family members are the only ones who understand his situation. He acknowledges the other StarClan ancestors, but it is more of a small nod, then a full greeting. After all, why waste his precious time on talking to others who may not even answer him? His own time is the most important aspect of his life to him; he believes that his own abilities are perfectly acceptable - at the very least - to accomplish tasks and believes that going to others for help would be a lost cause. Nevertheless, he tries to maintain a respectful attitude towards everyone around him; from kit to leader, he will seem as though he is listening with rapt attention to whatever they are discussing, no matter if he is impatient and is disinterested in what they are saying. He may deny and refuse to acknowledge the validity of everything they say if it disagrees with his own world view. But at the very end of the day, this is his Clan. And how could he deny and ignore the Clan that raised him?
About how many posts a week do you make on this site? : about 7, I try to post at least once a day.
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“I’m here!” Hazelpaw startled awake, his head snapping up. He scrambled to his paws, mind quickening with the fear of letting Graythorn down, and glanced at Crimsonlife. Hoping his mentor was still awake and could witness the incredible job Hazelpaw would do, he gestured for warrior to walk deeper into the den. “Sit over there - no, not there, there.”
He walked up to Crimsonlife and took a look at the oozing wound, sucking in a breath, before giving him a sympathetic purr. “That looks real painful, but I have just the thing for that! Don’t you worry, you’ll be back to tip top shape in no time.” As he rummaged through the herbs, he continued his tirade, “there was another warrior who came in a couple days ago with the worst injury I ever saw. Apparently it was a badger attack. But we healed them up nice and right, isn’t that right, Graythorn?”
Without waiting for his mentor to reply, Hazelpaw nudged a couple of seeds onto a small leaf, grabbed a cobweb and couple of roots, and began chewing the roots up. “I’m putting tormentil on your wounds to soothe the pain. This will help keep the herbs on your leg,” he continued, gently nudging the cobweb into place. “It needs to set, so I would recommend resting for a bit. The cut still might keep you awake for a little bit, as the tormentil begins to work. I can give you some poppy seeds if you need them.” It was as though he had read off of a scripted slew of sentences - his eyes glazed over momentarily and his voice became monotonous. But once he finished, Hazelpaw purred at Crimsonlife, tilting his head to the side. “It’s up to you if you want the poppy seeds or not. But I wouldn’t do anything strenuous today either way.”
Meadowpaw }} It’s a fate that none expected. A fate that she herself didn’t expect. She’d heard the stories of what the dreaded ripple cough had done. The lives that had been lost, and the suffering that had went on for several moons. The stories were told to kits in her clan, mostly to remember the fallen loved ones. Yet, also as a reminder of what their clan could withstand. WaterClan, the clan that could make it through anything. That’s what Meadow has always believed. She’d never witnessed the sickness, as she’d been born with much time after. Her mother had been the cat to bring them back out of the rapids and into the calmer waters of life. She didn’t know the details prior, but she did know this: Meadow was born to a litter with five siblings. Torrent, Misty, Rhubarb, Stream, and Muddy, Torrent being the only tom of them all. Meadow was the youngest, a dilute tortoiseshell feline, the one that took her mother’s last life. She was never told much about her father, in fact, it was nothing but a hiss she would receive from most in her clan. A mystery, one that she wonders about quite often, yet has learned to silence herself when curious. Meadow grew up surrounded by the cats who loved her mother dearly, never feeling hate. She was a bright cat, curious, and always smiling. Her purple eyes held the starlight of her mother in them, as the two were almost identical, except her colors were a bit more dull. Her life was peaceful, and happy as a kit... until suddenly the ripple cough returned. Cats began to fall sick, and her life crashed around her. Then, the flood. Bad things always came in threes, the queens would say, but what was the third? Rainwatcher drug Meadow from the waters of the flood, saving her life, along with a few of her siblings. The group set off to find another home, as the clan had split, what was left. They faced much on their travels, but in the end, settled down in SummerClan. Meadow still has nightmares, of cats dying, of choking on water and swimming in an unknown direction. It haunts her, and causes her to be up at all hours of the night. Though often she is caught staring at silver pelt, praying silently to StarClan to protect those she loves. The fears she now holds from the world have led her to become a medicine cat, hoping to help every cat in need that she can, and save lives that need not be lost.
I recently fell off for a while due to starting a new job. I was originally to be the WaterClan MCA, but the clan is being deleted. I was extremely excited about becoming the MCA with my character Meadow, but due to circumstances that can’t happen. I’ve missed SummerClan for a while, but had always been preoccupied in a clan I’d be leading. Now that I’ve returned, I’d really love to get back involved. I’d say I’ll probably make around 20 or more posts a week once I add characters again
ROLEPLAY }} What was seen as peaceful sleeping from another, was not exactly so. The dilute calico whom laid curled in the soft moss nest was dreaming rather deeply. Her dreams were often tainted of her previous clan’s demise, but she never told a soul. Why should she, when their faces would likely change to that horrid expression of pity. Meadowpaw didn’t like it, it made her stomach sink and her fur grow hot. Instead, she kept her dreams to herself. It was easier that way, she thought.
Just as the water began to rush through the undergrowth, Meadowpaw jerked awake. A paw was shoved rather rudely against her ribs. “Ow.” She mumbled softly as she peeled her her violet eyes open. As her mentor made the remark that he himself were going to sleep, she found herself feeling just a tad bit jealous. Meadowpaw had troubles sleeping as it was, even before WaterClan crumbled. Insomnia plagued the apprentice since birth, no cat had ever known why before. Her lips pressed together into a small line, but only for a few moments. Meadowpaw knew that if she didn’t get up soon, Graythorn would be nagging her furs off. Despite how frustrating being his apprentice could be, she’d grown to love the gruff tom. He reminded her a lot of Chimerastar.
The thought brought the smallest of smiles along her mouth, the thin line of jealousy long forgotten as it was replaced. Meadowpaw pushed herself to her paws and shook out her coat. “Alright, Crimsonlife.” She began. “Let’s see...” her words trailed as she made her way over to the injured cat. She bent slightly and narrowed her eyes, observing the cut. The pain must have been keeping him up, it seemed a bit of a fever had set in. Made sense as to why it was bothering him so much. It was a bit swollen, and she could tell he’d been messing with it. “You’re going to have to stop messing with it! You’re irritating it.” She told him before sweeping her tail and making her way over to the herb piles.
Out she grabbed a rather sweet smelling one. Small white flowers were on the stem, along with the leaves. She plucked a leaf from one and began to chew it. As she chewed the poultice, she swiped a few poppy seeds from the pile beside it. Meadowpaw made her way back to the warrior and spat out the mesh onto his leg and carefully spread it over the cut. “No more touching it. At all! You’ll make it worse, understand? Now here, lap up these seeds. It’ll help you sleep. I want you to stay in here... just so I can make sure the infection doesn’t fester.” Her eyes drifted over to Graythorn, but he was already fast asleep. She sighed softly, and nudged the Warrior’s ear. “Get some sleep, Crimsonlife. The seeds will kick in soon, I promise.” She purred gently before slipping from the den, hoping to catch a glimpse of the night sky before she too, would attempt to fall back into sleep.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Sept 11, 2019 18:01:42 GMT -5
Okay, this thread is officially closed. I want to thank everyone who tried out. You four made this decision very, very difficult! I wish I could choose everyone.
Drum roll please .......... here's the new MCA -----> breloom! Congratulations! =^.^=
