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Post by Whitemuzzle on Aug 10, 2020 18:12:41 GMT -5
It's time for Graythorn to take on another apprentice. With Greenleaf winding down, he wants to make sure he has enough help for the colder seasons.
Username: MCA character name & bio:
About how many posts a week do you make on this site? :
About how many posts a week do you make in SummerClan? :
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 sigh 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."
Edited Aug 10, 2020 18:13:27 GMT -5 By Whitemuzzle
Post by Flurryofstars on Aug 11, 2020 2:07:42 GMT -5
Username: Flurryofstars
MCA character name & bio: GOLDENPAW thistle (Unless she can be an MCA as an adult)
Born a rogue, blamed for the death of her mother, and tricked into infertility; Goldenthistle has lived through many hardships. Her life was always dedicated to her family and her father’s legacy. Even now, she’s haunted by her unbreakable loyalty to him despite the wounds it inflicts on herself and others. SummerClan is her escape. It is a place for her to grow stronger, become part of a close-knit community, and feel safe. She extends her loyalty to the clan and serves it with good intentions, but it will never truly be her home. No matter the den or the position, blood will always come first. Goldenthistle has the capacity for love and compassion, but one would never expect it. With a ruthless ferocity, she’ll tear a cat down with words alone just because she can. It’s fun for her; helps her forget her own pain. However, the worst of her cruelty is saved for her brother, Colt. He is the only one she hates with all of her heart, for what he did to her was pure evil. A thousand apologies could never stop her wrath. While Goldenthistle is harsh and carefree, she has the mind to fake kindness when it matters. With her sharp wit and a way to turn words into weapons, she only resorts to physical violence when that reaction is well-deserved. Her long pelt of golden and ginger fur gives her the appearance of a young lioness, and her eyes shine blue as a clear sky. Though many fall for Goldenthistle’s beauty, it takes a heart of patience and devotion to win her over.
About how many posts a week do you make on this site? : Around 35 - 40?
About how many posts a week do you make in SummerClan? : 0 because I have no one in SummerClan right now. However, on a scale of 1 - 10, I'm a 10 in activity. So, I'll be able to post frequently here. I would add more cats to this clan to help with that too.
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Goldenpaw groaned, stretching out her limbs until her joints creaked with relief. “Sure, let the lady handle it,” she rasped. Her eyes opened but her vision wasn’t perfect yet, still groggy from the rude awakening. She rolled onto her paws and walked over to the blurry shape she scented as Crimsonlife. “Here to whine about a little scratch?” she asked, but cut in before he could respond. “Don’t answer that. The faster we’re done with this, the sooner I can go back to sleep.”
Squinting until she could find the cut on the tom’s leg, Goldenpaw clicked her tongue judgmentally before turning to gather some herbs for the job. Marigold would be the ticket for this one since it would help with healing wounds and infections. If it wasn’t enough to soothe him, then well, Crimsonlife could learn to develop a pain tolerance. “I’ll apply some marigold to help the healing process along, and to soothe any discomfort you may be feeling,” she said as she collected some orange petals. “If you’re still too sensitive after that, I can throw in some poppy seeds. How’s that sound?”
Thistlepaw is very sweet and very loyal. She doesn't have a lot of brains or brawn, but she is devoted to her clan and to the cats closest to her. Sometimes she gets herself into messes by being a bit ditzy, but being her genuine charming and happy self seems to work in getting her out of trouble. Basically, she loves love and just wants to play.
About how many posts a week do you make on this site? : I averaged about 38 a week for the past 4 weeks
About how many posts a week do you make in SummerClan? : 8-9 total for the last 30 days not counting any apprentice exchange posts that I missed
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Thistlepaw's head shot up in alarm at the prod. She looked around the dark den until she recognized where she was. She'd forgotten the move to the medicine den. The ginger apprentice yawned widely and then blinked slowly up at her mentor. Graythorn looked exhausted. She felt a pang of guilt that she'd gone to bed so early and left him to work all day. Thistlepaw was used to garden keeping as she'd been previously assigned and in the gardens there were many cats to do the tasks. In the medicine den there were only two of them. "Sorry Graythorn," said Thistlepaw, jumping to her paws and stretching out. "Which cat?"
Then she noticed Crimsonlife in the den. He was limping. She bounded over to him, trying to blink the sleep out of her eyes as she went. Bits of her fur flew off behind her as she shook and touched Crimsonlife with her nose. "Evenin', what's wrong tonight?"
