The Search is On

[Amberstar]

<sub>The Search is on for a new Medicine Cat for Treeclan. The original apprentice that occupied the position has been inactive for a LONG while, and Westwind was only meant to be temporary. The Job of Medicine Cat is an important one; I don't want to take up so many important jobs within BoTW, and I want to give someone else the chance.

The Regulations for applying are simple, but depending on the amount of people that enter, is competitive.

Expected of applicants are the following;

Why you believe you should get the position
Your Roleplaying History/Record. Brag about yourself.
A character Profile, complete with the default requirements of any bio.
A Roleplay sample.
What you intend to do with the position once you got it.

Deadline is January 1st, and I may extend it if need be. To be a Medicine Cat, you must be relatively active, as they are an important member to BoTW society. I would like to see as many applicants as possible, and look forward to seeing them coming. c:

Good luck!
.x Cinder/Amberstar</sub>

[Onyxdart]

Hi Cindrrrr!

Why I should get it: Because I'm active, checking the board usually once a day at least, even if I don't post (if there's nothing around to post). I love RPing and writing. Also, Onyx is my first cat. She's the one I RP with the best, and I think she's the closest to my heart- I'm very fond of her.

History: I RP here and at another board (The Gryphon Guild), and I've done from fantasy to sci fi RPing, and pretty much any time period type you name, I've RPed it. I've also RPed with lots of different critters- cats, coyotes, foxes, horses, various made up fantasy critters, humans, humanoids... Basically, I've got the creative capabilites. I love RPing different personalities.

Profile:

Name: Onyxdart
Age: 48 moons
Gender: She-cat
Personality:

Onyx, once a shy, skittish little she-cat, has grown into a capable Warrior. No longer shy, she still ventures to speak only when she really has something to say- she is not one for idle chatter. She's deeply faithful to her clan, especially Amberstar and Blackheart. She'd follow either of them to the ends of the earth if they asked it.

She would also defend her clan with her life, but she feels that's probably expected of a warrior. She has a wry sense of humor, although she is usually relatively serious.

Description:

I don't have a picture of her, but she's a little jet black she-cat with yellow eyes. She has longer legs than you'd expect on a normal American Shorthair, and she's very springy. I tend to think of her as moving like a dancer.

History:

Onyx came to Treeclan as a youngster, and grew up to a warrior under the apprenticeship of Amberstar. There were no other kits her age who trained with her who stayed, and so she made friends with the older cats, mostly Amberstar and Blackheart, who had trained the only other apprentice Onyx knew. As an adult, Onyx fought in the war against Boneclan, and proved to be quite a fierce defender of her clan mates. Now she, like the others who fought in the way, is just moving on with her life.

Other:

Nothin!

Roleplay Sample:

Snow was falling gently, giving the world a muffled, hushed feeling. Onyxdart, Warrior of Treeclan, stood in the middle of the camp staring up as the snow fell down. It coated her back in a soft blanket as she stood. A flake landed on her nose and she sneezed, bouncing on her toes. She tended to stand light on her feet, as if she would bound off at any moment. And indeed, that's just what she did as a particularly large flake fluttered in front of her face. For just a moment, she was a mirror of her younger self, pouncing mercilessly on the flake and eating it before standing back up and looking around furtively to see if anyone had seen her. Then she shrugged. If they had, what of it? She liked the snow and the cold- it made her a little crazy, actually. In fact, she had the thought that she should do something useful with herself, maybe go hunt.

Onyx waved her tail back and forth in thought for a minute, ears swiveling all over as she listened, listened hard, for anything. Her ears were as mismatched to the rest of her as her long legs- she may have had something other than short legged American Shorthair in her blood. It would explain some things. Then, as if she'd come to a decision, she melted into the bracken on the borders of the camp, no louder than a passing shadow.

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What I'd do: I intend to get the herbs stocked up, and hopefully to train an apprentice. I'd also like to get some more posts going on elsewhere in the territory with the medicine cat and whoever else wants to come along. Above all, I don't want Onyx to lose being buddies with Blackheart and Amberstar, because that is a fun friendship to RP. But I'd like Onyx to get to know the rest of the clan too- she hasn't as well as I'd like her to!

[m e i l&co.]

I got carried away~~

Why you believe you should get the position: I am not the best roleplay, by far. But I check sites I join pretty much every day. The only reason I become inactive would be from inactivity in the threads I am in. I enjoy high positions, and believe Medicine cat is the most important. Sure a leader can keep the clan on the right track, but a Medicine cat can heal the ones that fall behind. Without them, the clan would become nothing, just a whisper.

Your Roleplaying History/Record. I've roleplayed for quite some time now. I'm active on Loyalty, Echo and Shattered Alley. I'm making my own site, but it's quite in the funky stage as we type. I roleplay with all creatures: fantasy, cats, dogs, humans etc., but the Warrior Cat roleplays will always be the highest in my rankings.
It's hard to exactly brag about my roleplaying. I don't think I am the best, I know I'm not the best. I like making short posts, and believe the long extensive posts that reach two thousand words are more filled with clutter than my little three hundred worded ones. I am learning how to make those wonderful posts that make me swoon and sigh with contentment after reading them.

A character Profile:
Name: Carnival
Age: around 30 moons
Gender: Male
Breed: Mixed
Personality: Carnival to put is simply, is animated. His face comes alive at the little details in life that others would find peculiar. His emotions can change at a single heartbeat, which puts Carnival in the hummingbird category of cat. It’s not his fault, he’s just fast moving. He hates to slow down, at any moment. He takes his life fast with a side dish of adventure and absent-minded cats. He lives for the open air and the smell of fresh trees after a rainfall. Even though Carnival is pretty old to be an apprentice, he sure acts like one; he could be a kit too. He is too curious for his age, willingly going first as an act of bravery to the others and an adrenaline rush for himself. This outward personality towards others might scare them, so he puts on a silly mask and talks in his most serious tone with an accent he picked up while wandering around the streets of various towns. From that stretch of seriousness, Carnival is very calm minded, thought he doesn’t seem that way, thinking things is single seconds before acting. He is very protective of little ones and can become very out of character to protect anyone he met before, even if it was just one meeting. He is hardly ever angry and likes to leave little gifts around for the other cats to discover and get cheered up.

Description: [carnival]
Supporting a bold grin and a heart taped and re-taped onto his shoulder, Carnival is not really one to stand out. Though he is more fluid in his movements than others might be, he doesn’t show any strange coloring or scars that different him from the other cats. His scruffy curly fur, resting in clumps at his joints and neck, is dipped with a cream white. Over his rump and the back of his neck extending up to paint the back of his ears is a brown tabby pattern, splashing with splotches down his back legs. The pattern’s bold coffee brown drips down his forehead to dry just above his two dull mustard yellow eyes. One side dripped down just too far, seeping onto the skin around his eyes, outlining them like an emo would line their eyes with the chunky nearly-black eyeliner the cheap secondhand store gave them for two bucks. The same brown colors his claw sheaths and the claws that tap on the ground when he walks.
Carnival, fairly normal in coloring, is housed in a normal sized frame. His bones stay tucked under his pelt, while his long and “nimble” legs carry him through the various emotions he carves into the air. Why nimble is in quotations is because Carnival is not to say the least nimble. He trips over everything, even the things that aren’t really there. Frankly, Carnival should be left a wide circle to finish having no firm hold on the ground.

History: Carnival, had no hardships really worth learning about in his life. He had a pretty boring past. His mother passed away from age, his father was his role model until his death. Carnival grew up just outside a town very far away from the valley where these clans rest. Nearing young adult, about 14 moons, he stole away from his quaint little shack of a home with his dear sister, Patina. Together they traveled half of the distance from their home and the valley.
Trouble struck when a large highway stood between them and a wonderful forest that led on to the clan’s valley. Patina found an underground passageway, housed by a gang of very feral cats. Patina suffered from major bite wounds, and was rescued by a kind twoleg and his parents. Carnival watched them drive away with his sister, fighting back the tears, but safely across the vast highway. He became quite odd because of being the only cat around him for miles on end. He started to enjoy the little things in life much more than he ever did. A simple mouse dinner became a joyous dancing occasion. A steady rainfall was a chance to get fresh and clean, his fur curling even more than it usually did.
After gaining a wind-up toy like persona, Carnival came upon edge of the valley he had started for. He quivered in his pelt with the excitement he felt while racing down the cliff faces, as the rain poured down his back. He found his first clan cat, a runaway from a clan. The she-cat’s name was Flit, and she was jumpy with half her mind turned into mush already. Carnival gained a deep respect for her, and the cave of sweet smelling plants she lived in. There Flit taught Carnival about wounds, and how to fix them and make them better. That information made Carnival a touch angry, he could of helped his sister with-out the need for the twolegs interrupting. All good things do come to any end, and Flit died of an illness she had been trying to cure for years. Carnival buried her body and carefully placed the info he learned of healing into the back of his mind. After wandering around the edge of the valley, he followed Flit’s old clan scent to the edge of Treeclan.

A Roleplay sample.
Carnival’s first night of sleeping next to the road was harsh. He gained a new position to sleep in and soon Patina gathered it up too. His paws draped over his nose, while his bushy tail ran up his spine to rest delicately over his ears. Carnival woke whenever his sister stirred; she was very gentle is her nature, taking the longest and safest way through any situation. He cared for her dearly, and would give her his life if it meant she would breathe again.
During the stressful nights Carnival would lull Patina to sleep by licking her fur spotless, purring a deep purr that resounded after his voice ran dry. He woke to her soft humming, while cleaning off the powder that collected on his fur from the road above them. Sleeping in the tunnels that the feral cats lived in wasn’t a very smart move, but the cats took them as harmless wanderers.
” Patina,” Carnival whispered into his sister’s ear.” I’m afraid we are surrounded.” Patina’s eyes flew open, and she was up on her paws in a blink. Carnival felt afraid, Patina was a very calm and serene cat, and she took her time doing everything and anything. Her eyes traced back his growing dread, but she spoke their fear out loud.
“Will we die?”

Other: Flit is not a medicine cat, just a cat crazy on the medicine cat's lifestyle.
I was thinking of this tom for days on end, I filled up a blank paper front and back of just drawing him and little snip-its of his personality, appearance, and history. Too bad it loves to rain here; I think you guys would have enjoyed the horrible anatomy, the really screwy writing and Patina in drawing form.

What you intend to do with the position once you got it.

[/color] ”Make Treeclan the best cared for clan of them all. Stock up on herbs and turn the medicine cat den into a work of art and cleanliness. Learn more about the clans and how they’re connected to the stars above. Make friends and gain trust in Treeclan.” uh, what Carnival would say…[/blockquote] [/sub]

[Amberstar]

<sub>I have carefully reviewed each of these applications; I have looked at each character in turn to see their personalities and how best you and your character would fit into the puzzle piece of such an important role. I have decided...

Carnival, played by Miel, will take the part. You show great enthusiasm for the part, and have a lot of potential to do a lot with this role. c: Make it good!

As for Onyx, my apologies, my friend, but I have other things planned for Onyxdart. <3 Carnival fits the bill for the part quite well, and I can't picture her to be anything other than a faithful warrior.

Miel, you may begin as soon as you wish; you can already be a part of the Clan, or you may be accepted by Amberstar.

Good luck to you both!</sub>

[Onyxdart]

Congrats Miel!