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we are a traditional, literate warriors based roleplay set many years after the end of the main book series and located within the lake territories. our level ranges from intermediate to advanced, however we do welcome beginners if you are willing to learn how to better meet our minimum word count. so if you like what you see and are interested in becoming part of a growing community, we hope you'll join us. please enjoy your stay!

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after a refreshing newleaf, GREENLEAF is upon us. prey is thriving and can be found almost anywhere in plump form. currently, it is 86° and clear.

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THUNDERCLAN

the Medicine Apprentice

CHERRYPAW

status: offline
posts: 15
beetles:
biography: click here
mentor: Grousejaw

power

defense

stamina

wisdom

played by Undertow

simplicity disturbed {open tc} Jun 6, 2014 0:23:52 GMT -6

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Post by CHERRYPAW on Jun 6, 2014 0:23:52 GMT -6

WE WAIT FOR THEIRCALL TO ARMS

Cherrypaw stretched sleepily, being sure to force the sleep from her small bones by stretching each leg individually. A yawn gaped in her maw, her sharp teeth glimmered in the early morning sunlight that seeped into the apprentices den. With a small squeak she ended her yawn and shook her ginger and white fur, her brilliant green eyes skimming the rest of the den looking around the den to check to see if she was the only one who had awoken. To her liking she discovered that she would not be disturbed on a sunny morning like this. "Thank starclan they will leave me be." she nodded to herself with a small smirk twisting her muzzle. She slowly strode from the apprentices den, her eyes squinted at the harsh morning sunlight. Dew drops still hung from the leaves on trees. She lifted her tiny pink nose to the air, parting her mouth slightly so she could drink in the scents of camp and see who was awake at this point in the early morning, however she became slightly disinterested once she scented several other cats who had been awake long before her "Dawn patrol" she snorted internally and hoped she wouldn't have to sit in on their blabbering while she ate.

She drew her eyes to the sky to examine what floated above, when she had entered the den Silverpelt was visible from every angle of the camp, but now it had been covered with blue sky and puffy white clouds that Greenleaf brought. "I wonder if they can still see us..." she stood, slightly dumbfounded for a moment. When realization that she was in reality hit her she shook her head looking down to her white paws. She decided that she would go partake in some fresh-kill, hoping her thoughts wouldn't cause her to loose her conscious in reality and sit there like she did, she knew she'd be made fun of for it later. The words that the other apprentices used to speak about her still burned within her like fresh wounds from thorns, the fact that her brother had a tendency to cut into their jeering stabbed her even more. She looked up from her tiny paws and scanned around the clearing, the fresh-kill pile still as full as ever. Slowly she padded her way over, thinking carefully about what she would want to eat at this point in time. She carefully plucked a fat mouse from the pile and made her way across the clearing to the outer area of the apprentice's den. She found a spot where sun shone brightly on the ground, and sat down to eat.

As she sat there alone she took a small bit from the mouse, not realizing how hungry she really was until she actually had food in front of her. There were no room for thoughts in her head right now as she gulped down the mouse in a few bites. She rasped her tounge around her lips to clean them off, then proceeded to dip her head and begin washing her chest, ears pricked for any other cats who might be lurking around that could disturb her peace. The only cat she wanted to see what her mentor Sandflight. Her mentor was the only cat in the clan, besides the medicine cat that Cherrypaw felt comfortable having a conversation with. She was very kind and patient with her, and that's probably what made Cherrypaw so comfortable around the older she-cat.

WORDS 583 TAGGED Thunderclan NOTES Tired.

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THUNDERCLAN

the Medicine Cat

grousejaw

status: offline
posts: 3
beetles:
biography: click here
apprentice: Cherrypaw

power

defense

stamina

wisdom

played by shades

simplicity disturbed {open tc} Jun 19, 2014 6:59:02 GMT -6

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Post by grousejaw on Jun 19, 2014 6:59:02 GMT -6

( WORDS ) 614 ( TAGGED ) CHERRYPAW ( MUSE );good

A ruffled tom exited his den, the tangy scent of herbs clinging to his fur. His green eyes squinted and blinked uncomfortably in adjustment to sun. In a moment of self-awareness, Grousejaw noted he probably seemed like some cave troll crawling out from under a bridge. But the Medicine Cat didn't bother to improve his dull expression, or lick down the stray brown and white hairs not so elegantly attached to his body. He'd come to snatch up a piece of prey and escape back to the bowels of his nest for a longer sleep. A wonderful privilege of his occupation was creating his own schedule, and if he'd been mouse-brained enough to stay up late sorting herbs, like last night, he could make up for lost time.

The bi-color tabby approached the prey-pile, leaned down, and put his mouth around a mole, before his gaze rested on a ginger-patched figure eating alone. His ears swiveled in her direction, and for a millisecond, he froze. Apprentices. By StarClan, he knew he needed one. But the idea was far from alluring; all he could remember from his youth was high-pitched, squeaky balls of fur scrambling about, ruining things and getting off easy because they were 'young.' But the she-cat over there acted...different. Much like her mentor, a kind one with traits rare in Grousejaw's mind. Quiet, dutiful, gentle. The latter of which may make a necessary contrast to himself. That is, if he wanted apprentices to approach him forefront with their little injuries instead of hiding them and then being dragged by their angry mothers to him with infections. Lovely.

Though the work ahead may be daunting, Grousejaw rose to a normal position and puffed out a sigh, repeating the mantra he'd been drilling into himself over the past few moons: train one now, don't have to deal with one when you're eighty.

The tom, with a slightly lowered head, approached the young girl, dropping the mole in front of him to speak. His brown tail, coated with black stripes, flicked pleasantly instead of the more common, irritated kinks. His ears were perched high and curious.

"Cherrypaw." Grousejaw's tone was oddly confident. Not from such a bloated ego that he felt the need to come off that way, but from remembering the gal's name. Apprentices had the tendency to blend together in his mind: a giant, monstrous entity of immaturity and frustration he'd flee like the spirits of the dark forest itself. But, from what he had observed from this she-cat, she was decent. A trait he didn't often ascribe.

"Mind if I sit?" The words speedily left his maw as a grumble, for in truth he felt a little flustered. Awkward, even. This wasn't a gesture he usually offered, the tom preferring to sit alone or drag his meals to his den. He hated bothering with social pleasantries, but thought it decent to leave some sort of good impression on Cherrypaw. It would take a cat with a strong back-bone to work through his...'mood' everyday, and presenting this so forefront wouldn't suite reeling a an apprentice in. It was then, however, that he remembered his dynamic with Rosecloud, his own mentor. In a moment of determination, he swore he'd work towards something similar. An atmosphere of duty and respect, slow talk and patience afforded because they knew they were competent and worked their hardest together. Not like some other cats who dragged themselves to his den because they sat on a thorn bush or fell out of a tree. Why he was considered 'rude' for being direct with those beetle-brains was beyond him.

let's see how they work ^_^

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THUNDERCLAN

the Medicine Apprentice

CHERRYPAW

status: offline
posts: 15
beetles:
biography: click here
mentor: Grousejaw

power

defense

stamina

wisdom

played by Undertow

simplicity disturbed {open tc} Jun 19, 2014 13:49:40 GMT -6

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Post by CHERRYPAW on Jun 19, 2014 13:49:40 GMT -6

GREAT CLOUDS ALL OVER THE WORLD

As the small ginger patched female began to groom herself, she let her mind wander, memories from her kithood which had ended several moons ago flooded back to her. Watching her brother play furiously with the other kits that they shared the den with. A small smile brushed across her muzzle as the memories wandered into her mind. Now that they were apprentices she didn't get to spend as much time with her brother. His mentor was Rowanstar, which is something that deep down inside Cherrypaw envied- Though she did love her mentor Sandflight because she was kind and accepting towards Cherrypaw's strange thought process and used it to her advantage to take her cunning and apply it to a fight- However, just the concept of having the clan leader as your mentor gave you even more of a path to greatness. She sighed as she licked her paw, drawing it down from the very back of her head and over her ears. Brilliant blue eyes still closed, she paused for a moment as a breeze wafted through the camp in her direction. Sandflight always said sitting down-wind in the camp while she was sharing tongues was the best way to begin to memorize each cat by their particular scent. She began listing out the scents of the cats upwind from her, including one whom she helped quite frequently in her off time when Sandflight didn't send her off hunting our out for fighting training, Grousejaw... all of Cherrypaw's muscles went rigid as she kept her eyes shut. Being around the Thunderclan medicine cat sometimes made her nervous. She knew he was in the market for an apprentice, and Cherrypaw hoped every so much that he would choose her over the other mouse-brained "I want to be the greatest warrior ever" sort of apprentices. No offense to her brother, but Thistlepaw was a little on the dumb side with the other apprentices. Never questioning, always doing.

In that aspect Cherrypaw was happy to have Sandflight as a mentor, she was never angry at Cherrypaw when she questioned and order or a point of advice, and she was always more than happy to answer the questions that Cherrypaw would throw at her. However, she knew Sandflight doubted her ability to not follow orders without question, this is why Cherrypaw wanted so desperatley to become Grousejaw's apprentice, she knew as and Medicine Cat's Apprentice asking questions and learning everything you possibly could was welcomed instead of shamed in the warrior aspect of the clan.

Cherrypaw opened her crystaline blue eyes to see the green-eyed medicine cat ambling over to the fresh-kill pile. She sniffed the air, his scent carried the sweet and somewhat bitter scent of herbs, guessing he had been working on them the night previous that the scent would have clung to his fur. He picked up a mole, and his gaze scanned around the camp. Acting like she had not been watching him, Cherrypaw began to clean other other ginger-patched ear, her eyes shut tightly once more as she vigorously washed her ear.

Her ears pricked as she heard paws padding up to her, and then a small thunk as a piece of fresh-kill fell before her. She placed her white paw back onto the earth and opened her eyes to see who it was. Grousejaw stood before her, his head slightly lowered like he was speaking to a kit. This slightly aggravated the small apprentice, but she tried her best to keep her fur from prickling, she knew he did not mean to insult her. "Cherrypaw" he spoke, his voice was confident. She looked up to the white-faced tom, her blue eyes twinkling in the early morning sunlight "Mind if I sit?" the words fell not-so-gracefully from his mouth as he mumbled them as quickly as possible. She could practically see the awkward oozing from his pelt. A smile twisted her small maw sligtly, she let out a small huff of a laugh "You're more than welcome Grousejaw." She stifled another small laugh, it was odd for him to share a meal with other cats, she knew this for a fact, and it was especially strange for him to share a meal with her of all cats in Thunderclan. She found the thought amusing but also somewhat exciting at the same time. In her mind this seems like he was favoring her over the other slightly more mouse-brained apprentices "So what do I owe the pleasure?" She said before licking her paw and running it down the center of her face.

WORDS 788 TAGGED grousejaw NOTES Pretty positive Cherrypaw just had a seizure from excitement.

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THUNDERCLAN

the Medicine Cat

grousejaw

status: offline
posts: 3
beetles:
biography: click here
apprentice: Cherrypaw

power

defense

stamina

wisdom

played by shades

simplicity disturbed {open tc} Jun 30, 2014 13:31:22 GMT -6

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Post by grousejaw on Jun 30, 2014 13:31:22 GMT -6

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The she-cat's reply came casually, her glassy blue eyes twinkling as a little laugh left her maw. Sucking in a breath to hide his embarrassment, Grousejaw picked up his piece of prey once more and laid beside her. The tom's back legs splayed to the opposite side of were she was, avoiding the cracks that would come had they stretched out behind him. He swore he already had the joints of an elder.

The little she-cat's words held eagerness behind their pleasantries, but still sounded with such maturity he was near surprised to hear them come from her maw. Grousejaw forgot how aged she already seemed, how much her young mind buzzed in analysis perhaps even he had lacked at that age. Of course, at that time, he did have all the arrogance of one who did. A trait Cherrypaw utterly lacked, and something he was again glad for. It would physically pain him if one so competent and eager to learn held that irritating burden, a personal trait that irked him so but was near hypocritical to feel due to his past possession of it. How Rosecloud had put up with him in his early moons was beyond him.

Over the moons his insufferable egotism had become quiet confidence; assured, tough words curt and true. Part of him wondered if Cherrypaw had such hidden confidence, something he would no doubt be questioning next.

"I won't spoil the surprise." he grumbled, ripping into his prey. In truth, he perhaps could just pop the question here and get it over with. However, though he knew much of the apprentice, there was still some things to be tested. He let himself think for a moment, and then spoke. His tone had returned to its distant, calculated self. But it was not harrowed, as it commonly was with others.

"We are facing grave times, Cherrypaw. Every night I pray for StarClan to give me answers, and they will, but I have had no visions, no dreams, and no symbols. Like many times in the past, they have been silent. Silent as more bodies crumble beneath the waves of our lake, and foolish cats wage war." he breathed, not quite used to such ramblings. But StarClan was one issue he was never curt with. The tom was only vaguely aware of the mood whiplash he had caused by such a sudden, dark rant on the pressing events inflicting the clans. "I know you are a smart girl. You love knowledge and helping others. But how do you deal with the unknown?"

Grousejaw's brown ears went against his skull. He quickly realizing how much praise had dripped from his mouth, not often something he gave directly. Hopefully the girl wouldn't notice- oh, of course she would. He banished this thought from his mind in hopes it would just be ignored.

Right to the point, Grousejaw had always been. It was unquestionable in his mind that Cherrypaw had the makings of his apprentice, but he still did not know what she thought concerning spiritual matters. And that was half of his work: advising his leader with the words and visions of their ancestors. His undeniable belief in StarClan was commonly known, and now he was questioning Cherrypaw's. The idea of a medicine cat who didn't believe in them was beyond him, a tom who always had trusted in his ancestors. Unwavering proof of their strength was everywhere; from the eight lives that his leader walked with to the moonpool itself.

With the minor mention of him, Grousejaw began to think of their leader. Rowanstar was decent, a good tom thrust into challenging clan tensions and deathly mysteries. The ginger tabby had saved his own life, the night back from the moonpool. StarClan truly worked in mysterious ways, to give a cat nine lives to handle a clan, and then take one from him on his way home. But Rowanstar had passed the challenge; he walked with unshakable confidence despite that badger and having his parents taken from him not so long before. For that, Grousejaw had a rare feeling of respect for him. But that still didn't stop the darn boy from doing mouse-brained things. The tree incident was still fresh in Grousejaw's mind. Or better known as the time Rowanfur and Morningdew had nearly killed themselves in some mouse-brained circus act. What toms did around she-cats always baffled him; the most mature and wise of them descending into some odd madness of weak stuttering and stupid babbling. Then again, he'd never known the attraction. Not once in his life had his eyes lingered on any cat's pelt, unless they looked foolish and he could make fun of them with Bluerain. Sure, he could understand physical beauty, or a unique pelt, but that recognition was never followed by any emotions. It was the same as admiring a pretty sunset. Not that he had time for such nonsense.

MADE BY VEL OF GS