Medicine Cat Apprentice Auditions

[Moo]

Hello to anyone interested in auditioning for the role of edicine cat apprentice! Glad to see you’re curious, or seeking to join the high ranks to help develop the plot of Shearwater. There are a few requirements before you should begin, however. Since this is only an IC rank, you don’t have to worry about any pesky OOC questions.

Requirements 

The staff team, and myself ask that you be active for the sake of roleplay and character development. And that you keep updated in current plots that the medicine cats will be needed in, we both ask you keep yourself informed via asking myself or a member of the staff team. Please keep in mind if you fail to keep yourself active, or don’t honestly rp a bunch you will be asked to step down so someone can replace you.


Unless you have plans to make your apprentice a “normal/nestmaid” apprentice if you do not get the rank, don’t make your apprentice ahead of time. Sort of saves all the hard work that you’ve done, if it’s just going to be for nothing.


If you have intentions to use this rank / the sight to bring more attention to yourself please don’t consider auditioning at all. We’re all here to have fun, and our importance shouldn’t be measured by our rank. We’re all important to the story, even the ugliest nestmaid.

CHARACTER 

Name:
Gender:
Age: (preferred they be a kit for the sake of a cool ceremony haha)

Personality: (pros, cons, just to establish if they’d be good for the rank.)

IN CHARACTER

1. Lambberry has finally been able to coax Milknose into the den for treatment, as your mentor begins to do a check up on his health and breathing it’s becoming more and more apparent he’s showing signs of the common cold. Which is the beginning symptom of the White Glare, the warrior just objects that it is nothing but the sniffles and that there is no need for anything extreme. You and Lambberry have excused yourself from the den to discuss the situation, do you trust in your medical ability that it is just the common cold and go with treating the basic illness? Or do you take extreme measures to make sure the disease doesn’t spread into camp?



2. Your mentor is out picking herbs for the day, Pigeonpaw is rushed into the medicine cat den with a twisted ankle and a bloody gash across her flank. It’s been explained there was a scrap between a loner, and the apprentice. But you honestly don’t care about that, you don’t fight you’re just here to heal. What do you do to ensure that the damage done to the apprentice won’t be permanent to her?



3. You’ve been asked to put an elder out of her misery, Mottledsnow is too old and beginning to show health problems. And it’s been requested by Crowstar that she stop wasting valuable herbs on a cat that is already dead, Lambberry has excused himself from the scene due to familial ties and has requested that you do the task for him. What poisonous herbs do you use to grant the she-cat a quick, painless death? Do you coax her, and ensure her it will be alright or do you bitterly wait for it to be over so you can get back to work?



4. Plumnose has come to you with a paw full of thorns, you don’t really care to listen because you may nor may not care but you do know it’s beginning to show signs of infection. What method of action do you do to take care of the warriors paw to prevent the infection from getting worse?



5. Loonsong has gone into labor, and Lambberry is out collecting herbs before the bitter weather strikes the land. What do you do to ensure a safe, and healthy birth so that the queen, and the kit’s lives will not be lost? After the birth, and checking to make sure all the kits are healthy you and the mother both notice one of the kits bear a defect. Loonsong has asked that you kill it, to spare it a life of a nestmaid. Do you bring the kit out into the woods, kill it swiftly or abandon it? Or do you go against Loonsong’s wishes and ask for another queen to foster the kit so that it will grow into another nestmaid for the Clan?

[hawky]

CHARACTER





Name:
Drykit/paw/flower


Gender: `Male


Age: 6 moons 






Personality: 

Hardworking - Though he may complain a little, he'll get things done. Even working long nights without sleep to care for every sick cat in the busy winter season. In his free time he studies herbs relentlessly and organizes them.  

Determined - Drypaw doesn't give up too easily in a tough situation. 

Inquisitive - Always trying to ask useful questions.

Eloquent - He speaks in some sort of regal manor and tries to sound smart. But half of the time he won't just shut up.

Honest - Won't lie about things or won't hesitate to say what he truly feels, even if it hurts a cat.

Sassy - I think that's pretty self-explanatory. 

Stubborn - He does what he wants, he doesn't like other cat's opinions of what he should do get in his way.

Introverted - Drypaw has never been the most social. He enjoys admiring flowers and having peace and quiet. He'll have to work on his people skills seeing how he'll need them for his rank of taking care of cats. 

Grumpy - Staying positive seems to be a bit of a struggle for him.



IN CHARACTER





1. Lambberry has finally been able to coax Milknose into the den for treatment, as your mentor begins to do a check up on his health and breathing it’s becoming more and more apparent he’s showing signs of the common cold. Which is the beginning symptom of the White Glare, the warrior just objects that it is nothing but the sniffles and that there is no need for anything extreme. You and Lambberry have excused yourself from the den to discuss the situation, do you trust in your medical ability that it is just the common cold and go with treating the basic illness? Or do you take extreme measures to make sure the disease doesn’t spread into camp?

The two sat next to each other, sharing a quiet moment to think. Drypaw looked to his mentor, "I'm not quite sure of what you plan to do in the situation...but I'll give you my incite." He took a deep breath and continued, "I do not believe Milknose is a Starclan believer, so it is possibly just a cold. But then again, I'm pretty sure any cat would hide their worship of Starclan." he said. "But we also don't purely know the true reason of whit-" he stopped himself. "I suppose I should cut to the point, I was thinking we should keep him away from camp...to be safe..pff if we can even manage drag his butt out of here" he scoffed "But I can imagine with some reinforcement from Crowstar he would listen." Drypaw smirked a little. "We could find a safe area for Milknose to stay until it is ensured he is healthy, we shall check up on him and bring herbs and food." Before Lambberry could even start to say a word, Drypaw was off again, "I hope that wouldn't be too demanding, hopefully to many other cats don't have issues to take up our time, if you agree with my plan that is." Finally finished speaking, he waited for Lambberry's response. 


2. Your mentor is out picking herbs for the day, Pigeonpaw is rushed into the medicine cat den with a twisted ankle and a bloody gash across her flank. It’s been explained there was a scrap between a loner, and the apprentice. But you honestly don’t care about that, you don’t fight you’re just here to heal. What do you do to ensure that the damage done to the apprentice won’t be permanent to her?


"Fox-dung!" Drypaw hissed as he frantically sorted through the herbs. The young tom was feeling stressed and frantic at the fact it was his first time dealing with this type of situation alone. Calm down, getting worked up will only make you forget herbs and make Pigeonpaw scared. He thought. He pawed up some cobwebs and took some goldenrod in his mouth. He wobbled over to the wounded Pigeonpaw on three legs. "Let's look at the gash" he said after setting down the goldenrod at his paws. Drypaw thoroughly licked the wound and then gently pressed the cobwebs onto it to ease the bleeding. He then chewed up the goldenrod and rested the pulp on the wound too. "Ok.." He muttered mixed with a sigh. Time to move onto the sprained paw. He went back to look at the currently small stock of herbs. "Poppy seeds...do we have any poppy seeds...?" he whispered to himself as he searched the supply. Luckily, a very small amount was found, hopefully Lambberry would bring some back with him. "Pff, not like Pigeonpaw needs anymore of those..." he scoffed thinking back at the many times Pigeonpaw stole poppy seeds and other herbs."You'll need to rest for a couple of days in order to heal your paw, putting any weight on it will make it worse." he instructed while motioning the few poppy seeds towards her. Drypaw lumbered back to his nest to play with his little collection of various things until Lambberry returned. 


3. You’ve been asked to put an elder out of her misery, Mottledsnow is too old and beginning to show health problems. And it’s been requested by Crowstar that she stop wasting valuable herbs on a cat that is already dead, Lambberry has excused himself from the scene due to familial ties and has requested that you do the task for him. What poisonous herbs do you use to grant the she-cat a quick, painless death? Do you coax her, and ensure her it will be alright or do you bitterly wait for it to be over so you can get back to work?

Drypaw watched as his mentor excused himself from the den, leaving him to do one of the hardest tasks for a medicine cat. The young tom dreamed of becoming a medicine cat to avoid killing,  never expecting to kill his own mentor's mother. He took his green eyes off the ground and glanced at the elder. Disgust for his own clan started to grow inside him, but he had to do this. Quickly getting over seemed so easy and not getting involved would probably help more or less, but this was a cat's life he was dealing with. He must be kind to this cat and try to make her comfortable. "Hello Mottledsnow." He greeted her, trying to sound as comforting as possible. He sat down next to the elderly she-cat laying in a nest. "I hope your nest is comfortable?" he asked, she nodded in return. "Good, good." he looked towards the opening of the den at the snowy camp. "Though the cold isn't comfortable, the snow is really pretty. What a nice thing to have in your name." he smiled. "I hope you are proud of your sons...Lambberry is a really good mentor and a very skilled medicine cat and I've heard Swanblaze is an excellent and kind warrior." Drypaw nosed one of his flowers to Mottledsnow. Though it was dried up and wilted, he stilled believed it held beauty and hoped Mottledsnow would see the same. "Pretty isn't it? I really enjoy flowers, heh of course it's very hard to keep them, but this is my best on and I want you to keep it" Drypaw placed it behind her ear. The old weary she-cat smiled, she and Drypaw knew it was time. 
Drypaw began to prepare the deadly nightshade. He noticed a little bit of honey and dipped the flower in it, mine as well try to make it enjoyable. He brought it over to her quietly and laid down in front of her nest. A moment passed and Mottledsnow ate the flower. They both exchanged glances and then looked out to the snow laden camp. The she-cat's breathing grew slower and slower. She rested her head and closed her eyes after seeing her two sons huddled together in the snow, comforting each other.
The tom let out a deep breath and paid silent respects to she-cat.He waded through the snow to Lambberry to tell him it was done.





4. Plumnose has come to you with a paw full of thorns, you don’t really care to listen because you may nor may not care but you do know it’s beginning to show signs of infection. What method of action do you do to take care of the warriors paw to prevent the infection from getting worse?

"Take this you mouse-brain, getting those thorns out won't be delightfull." Drypaw scorned as he shoved a stick into Plumnose's mouth. "Put out your paw." Drypaw instructed as he began to pluck out the thorns with his teeth. He rolled his eyes at the warriors yowling as each thorn was pulled out. The young tom began to prepare a mixture of horsetail and marigold. "Maybe if you watched where you were going we wouldn't have this mess, it's that easy."  he scolded before beginning to chew up the herbs. "I neef ur pawf gain" he said with chewed herbs muffling him. "Now stay here for while and let that soak in, even after that be careful on that paw." he said after putting on the mixture. "And be careful with your sense of direction" he sneered to himself.

5. Loonsong has gone into labor, and Lambberry is out collecting herbs before the bitter weather strikes the land. What do you do to ensure a safe, and healthy birth so that the queen, and the kit’s lives will not be lost? After the birth, and checking to make sure all the kits are healthy you and the mother both notice one of the kits bear a defect. Loonsong has asked that you kill it, to spare it a life of a nestmaid. Do you bring the kit out into the woods, kill it swiftly or abandon it? Or do you go against Loonsong’s wishes and ask for another queen to foster the kit so that it will grow into another nestmaid for the Clan?

Drypaw rushed to the nursery with a mouthful of herbs. Everything important just has to happen while Lambberry is away it seems, he thought. He'd aided Lambberry with kitting before, but never taken care of it himself. Although prepared, he was nervous for something to go wrong. "Take these raseberry leaves, they might ease the pain a little." he nosed a stick forward too, "Bite on this if that makes you feel more comfortable." After Loonsong ate the raseberry leaves and took the stick, Drypaw began to carefully massage her stomach to help the painful process. Once any kit emerged, the young tom would nip the sac protecting it, allowing the kit to breath. The kit would then be gently given to Loonsong. Most of the kits had no issues breathing, except for one kit. Thankfully the problem was solved by Drypaw licking the kit's chest fur the wrong way. Well that saved me of heart attack, Drypaw thought as he placed the kit next to Loonsong's belly. 
Finally  the actual kitting part was done and Drypaw sighed in relief that nothing horribly wrong had gone done yet. He was about to give Loonsong some borage leaves when she suddenly looked alarmed and urgently called him over. "What is it?" he asked. She pointed to the same kit that had trouble immediately breathing. The kit's back leg was warped. "I've decided I don't want them to suffer the life of a nestmaid..."  No, no, no I don't want to deal with this! Drypaw started to space out and almost lost his balance. This is exactly what he dreaded as a medicine cat. "Oh..." Drypaw wearily responded to her. He couldn't even begin to imagine why any mother would want to intentionally kill their own young!  Surely keeping them alive to become a nestmaid seemed right, no matter how hard their life might be. Lambberry had preformed the killing of a kit before, right when Drypaw began to train with him. Surely his mentor wasn't proud of it, but he did it. On the other hand Drypaw didn't want to even think about carrying the small warm body into the forest. I have to do this, he thought as he picked up the kit, wrenching it from the warmth of it's mother. A mother that had decided she didn't want them. The tom was about to exit the nursery when he made his final decision. This kit's life was valid as any others. There was another queen in the nursery who he knew would take care of them. "Please take care of this one..." he said as he placed the kit next to the queen. All he wanted now was for Loonsong not to murder him. "I see you've decided to go against my wishes...I will allow for it to live, but I will never allow it know me as it's mother and it will become nothing but a servant to me" she hissed at him. "Fine, but you are no better than crowfood by saying such a thing" he snarled back and left the den.  

[Skylar]

CHARACTER



Name:
Maplekit/paw/leaf
Gender:
Trans male
Age: 6-7 moons, (though I could age him down).


Personality: 
Cons:
- Ambitious: Has goals, and will do anything to achieve them, even if that means stepping on another cat to get there (literally or figuratively).
- Determined: Like being ambitions, he KNOWS he will reach his goals.
- Assertive: Makes sure his presence is known, and that he won't be forgotten by even the most irrelevant cat.
- Critical: Doesn't have a filter a lot of the time, and will often say what he thinks about a cat, even if it's mean.

Pros: 
Ambitious: While also being a con, he at least knows what he wants, which is to heal. 
Determined: Willing to put the effort in to get where he wants in life, which is a LOT of effort.
Capable: He is dependable, meaning you could leave him alone and depending on if he has the knowledge he needs, will make decisions in the heat of the moment.
Confident: Is confident in his skills, and won't freeze up when the time comes for him to play his part.



IN CHARACTER



1. Lambberry has finally been able to coax Milknose into the den for treatment, as your mentor begins to do a check up on his health and breathing it’s becoming more and more apparent he’s showing signs of the common cold. Which is the beginning symptom of the White Glare, the warrior just objects that it is nothing but the sniffles and that there is no need for anything extreme. You and Lambberry have excused yourself from the den to discuss the situation, do you trust in your medical ability that it is just the common cold and go with treating the basic illness? Or do you take extreme measures to make sure the disease doesn’t spread into camp?

"Listen, Lambberry. I know that he's saying it's nothing, but a cat could come in here with an adder hanging off of it's throat, and they could say it's nothing." He growled lowly, shifting his paws as he looked up to his mentor. Maplepaw knew what a scare of the White Glare could mean to the camp, and if it was White Glare, what it could DO to the camp. "I think the best way to go about this is to take him outside of the camp unless we see that he's actually alright... I can do it if you're scared, though. I'm capable of doing it and I can be brave!" He exclaimed, puffing out his chest as he tried to convince his mentor of what to do. All the while, he was contemplating whether or not treating it as a regular illness was smart. He could have treated it with catmint and honey, he knew that... but for the safety of the Clan, taking him away was probably for the best.



2. Your mentor is out picking herbs for the day, Pigeonpaw is rushed into the medicine cat den with a twisted ankle and a bloody gash across her flank. It’s been explained there was a scrap between a loner, and the apprentice. But you honestly don’t care about that, you don’t fight you’re just here to heal. What do you do to ensure that the damage done to the apprentice won’t be permanent to her?

"Oh my goose, you have got to be kidding me. Bring her here, quickly. Alright. Hey what's up Pigeon, that was sort of mouse brained wasn't it? Anyways, you're lucky I'm here." He got to work immediately. His first job was to take care of the ugly gash on her side. To make sure she didn't bleed out, of course. Grabbing what was left of the herbs, there was little marigold left, and so he had to mix it with what little horsetail they had, as well. Chewing it up into a pulp, he put the odd, mixed concoction on her flank, making sure it was nice and in her wound before he put cobwebs on it. Grabbing something else small from the herb corner, he pushed something towards her. "This is gonna suck, and taste bad, but chew the stem of this stinging nettle. This is the final thing to make sure you don't get an infection." He said, glaring at her until she chewed it. "Nice, alright. Now this is gonna hurt. A moderate amount." He said, making sure her paw wasn't broken or hurt beyond compare. "Cool. You're as lucky as you're gonna get today." He laughed, taking some sticks from the back and putting them on her leg as a makeshift splint, wrapping it with cobwebs to make sure it stayed in place. "So. It's not broken, but, just so it heals properly. Let's keep it like this. Also, you need your rest. Take these poppy seeds, and sleep some. Lamb should be back soon, and he can give you a proper diagnosis, I guess." He said, pushing them towards her and laying down himself.



3. You’ve been asked to put an elder out of her misery, Mottledsnow is too old and beginning to show health problems. And it’s been requested by Crowstar that she stop wasting valuable herbs on a cat that is already dead, Lambberry has excused himself from the scene due to familial ties and has requested that you do the task for him. What poisonous herbs do you use to grant the she-cat a quick, painless death? Do you coax her, and ensure her it will be alright or do you bitterly wait for it to be over so you can get back to work?

Flinching as he was told his responsibility, Maplepaw looked at Lambberry fear setting in. "I... I'll take care of it, Lamb." He said softly, his confidence draining as he watched his mentor walk away, knowing the dark deed had to be done. Gathering the herbs, he decided on death berries, heather nectar, and honey. Once he had the supplies he needed, he made his way over to the elder slowly, his legs moving stiffly as he found it difficult to approach the situation. "Hi, Mottledsnow. It's me, Maple." He said softly, setting the leaf bag down as he sat next to the elder.

"Y...you know why I have to do this, right?" He asked, hoping she didn't blame him for what was to come. Without a response, he continued, "I'm gonna make sure it doesn't hurt... and it doesn't taste bad. I brought honey and heather nectar... and they make things not so bad to eat." He stuttered, preparing the berries for her final moments with the Clan. Once he was done, he hesitantly slid them over to her and watched as she willingly ate the herbs.

As her body slowly shut down, Maplepaw watched as her spirit finally left her body. "I... don't know if you believe in StarClan, I don't know if I do either... but I hope you find peace among the stars." He whispered, taking a moment to sober up before finally gathering up the courage to approach Lambberry about his kin's passing.


4. Plumnose has come to you with a paw full of thorns, you don’t really care to listen because you may nor may not care but you do know it’s beginning to show signs of infection. What method of action do you do to take care of the warriors paw to prevent the infection from getting worse?

"Plumnose, you furbrained kit, how long have you had your paw like this?" Maplepaw grumbled, inspecting it further as the cat limped into his den sporting a paw with the nastiest looking thorn inflicted wound. As Plumnose tried to explain to him how it happened, Maplepaw shushed him with his paws, continuing the inspection of the their paw. "So. You do realize this is showing signs of infection? And I'm beginning to suspect you dragged your lazy feet through dirt, not realizing the harm you could have done to yourself. If Crow catches sight of this, and you don't recover enough, he may make you a nursemaid, pal." He whispered urgently, hoping the cat was beginning to realize the fatality of his mistake. Sometimes, limbs didn't recover, even if you caught the infection and stopped it before anything like death happened.

Rushing to the back of the den, Maplepaw grabbed marigold, stinging nettle stalks, horsetail, cobwebs, and honey. The essential basics if he were going to stop this infection before it got too bad. Going straight to work, the tom pulled the thorns out of his paw, quickly. Once that was done, he took a damp moss ball and dabbed it on the wound, making sure there was no dirt or mud left in their paw. Second, he chewed the marigold into a paste as usual, applying it directly to the wound in a generous manner. Drizzling some honey on the nettle stalk, he passed it to Plumnose, and made sure he had chewed the entire thing, and that he didn't spit any out before going back to work.

Finally, he treated the horsetail the same as the marigold, and chewed it, applying it in a layer over the top of the marigold. Finishing his work, he added a layer of cobweb bandaged. "You're not to move until you no longer feel pain when you stand on your foot. And even then, you are not to do any heavy work, like fighting. We're going to tell Crowstar that it's a reopened bad sore, and that you shouldn't be walking, but don't tell him it's infected." Maplepaw instructed, making sure the cat knew exactly what he was supposed to, and not supposed to do.



5. Loonsong has gone into labor, and Lambberry is out collecting herbs before the bitter weather strikes the land. What do you do to ensure a safe, and healthy birth so that the queen, and the kit’s lives will not be lost? After the birth, and checking to make sure all the kits are healthy you and the mother both notice one of the kits bear a defect. Loonsong has asked that you kill it, to spare it a life of a nestmaid. Do you bring the kit out into the woods, kill it swiftly or abandon it? Or do you go against Loonsong’s wishes and ask for another queen to foster the kit so that it will grow into another nestmaid for the Clan?


"Loonsong is going into labor!" A cat popped into the medicine den, informing Maplepaw of a new situation at hand as he was sorting through the herbs for spoiled leaves. "Oh, you're kidding me. And lemme guess. Lambberry isn't back yet?" He asked, sarcastically, knowing the answer already. Grabbing the necessary herbs, Maplepaw rushed to the nursery, where the new Queen was currently giving birth.

"Alright. Hey Loonsong, let's get right into this, bite this stick." He said, shoving the stick to her as he shuffled through his herbs for the right ones to give the Queen. "I'm not one for you bleeding out tonight, so, eat this so you don't... you know, say hello to my mother before you get to say hello to your kits." He joked, morbidly, as he handed her some raspberry leaves to ease both the pain and bleeding that came with kitting.

Sometime later, when all the kits were delivered, and the severity of the situation had gone down, Maplepaw began to clean all four of the kits. He had finished cleaning the first two when he got to the third one and stopped. "Loonsong... c-come here." He said, confused, as he had suddenly been caught by the strange nature of this kit's head. It had been born with no ears. Their ears just... weren't there, and the poor tom wasn't deaf, just earless. "Loonsong, your kit has a defect." He said, looking at her grimly.

"I want it put down, I don't want to look at it." Loonsong said solemnly, like she had already been expecting something like this to happen. "But... it can live an alright life as a nur-" "Shut up. I said I wanted it put down, I don't want to know I have given birth to something like this." She spat out, staring at Maple with daggers in her eyes. 

Picking the fragile bundle up, Maplepaw carried the kit to a familiar face, a young warrior. Ravenstride, a warrior who made herself known as the cat to bring any orphaned or unwanted kits to, because she loved all of them and made them her own. Leaving the kitten with her, he made his way back to the new mother. "I may not have done it your way, but he is no longer your problem... thankfully so." He muttered under his breath, as he went back to sure all the kits were healthy, clean, and up to their mother's expectations.

[shabamowam]

Oh hi guess what I gave into temptation

If I don't get the audition that's awesome either way, I'll still be playing Pigeonpaw no matter what

I can get on frequently, but Thursdays, Fridays, and Sundays tend to be hellish




Name: Pigeonpaw 

Gender: Little Lady Dumpling

Age: 7 Moons

Personality: Pigeonpaw is an easygoing and inventive young kitten who isn't afraid of new ideas to help others in need. This is a double edged sword, however, because while she might have a knack for ideas, she has no gauge of her patient's pain. Her patient could be screaming bloody murder and she'll just think that they're acting like sissy kits.

She does actually have a few positive qualities. She has a strong fascination with dissection and will cut open any freshkill she's given before she eats it. Because of this, she has a good idea of what are inside cats and feels confident when working on broken bones or twisted muscles. Also, while she is naturally rebellious to authority, she thinks of Lambberry as an older brother and will do whatever he commands.

Pigeonpaw suffers from anxiety triggered both by heredity and the recent loss of her parents and on very rare occasions will have panic attacks. She has had them multiple times, however, so she tends to know how to deal with them if she's alone. To treat this anxiety, Lambberry gives her a regular dose of poppyseeds and catmint, which sometimes makes her a little.... Dazed. coughcough

IN CHARACTER 

1. Lambberry has finally been able to coax Milknose into the den for treatment, as your mentor begins to do a check up on his health and breathing it’s becoming more and more apparent he’s showing signs of the common cold. Which is the beginning symptom of the White Glare, the warrior just objects that it is nothing but the sniffles and that there is no need for anything extreme. You and Lambberry have excused yourself from the den to discuss the situation, do you trust in your medical ability that it is just the common cold and go with treating the basic illness? Or do you take extreme measures to make sure the disease doesn’t spread into camp? 

"We could just kill him, you know,"

Pigeonpaw had a sullen look on her face as she spoke to her mentor, Lambberry. She recently had a horrible experience with the old warrior that had caused her to have a panic attack. Lambberry seems to understand what Pigeonpaw was thinking, because he quickly shook his head in protest.

"N-no! I k-know that yo-you two haven't b-been on the best of ter-terms, but this i-is serious!"

Pigeonpaw looked down at her paws, trying to shift through her emotions and figure out what to do. Everything in her wanted to kill Milknose. Her own parents had died of White Glare, so the idea of reliving that hell didn't make her happy. Not only that, but this is the tom who made fun of her parent's death and called her a stoner! I mean, he wasn't wrong but it still hurt.

"P-pigeonpaw?"

Pigeonpaw looked up to her mentor and exchanged glances with the tom. The dapple apprentice locked onto Lambberry's icey blue eye that was whitened by his rank. She then felt a pang of guilt.

I have that same eye.

I have that same responsibility.

She always thought of the tom as her older brother, even though it was not by blood. But who cares about blood? Blood spills and when you're out of it you're dead. These eyes, however. These eyes they shared. That was stronger than blood. Who cares if that fleabitten warrior made fun of her parents? That was her old family. Her new one lies in this medicine den, with this tom, and their patients.

And right now they had a patient who needed them more than ever.

"Lets... Lets try to heal him. If it gets too bad we can think about what to do then. Right now lets just try."

She choked on her words and felt embarrassment as she had to give up her pride to help this pitiful warrior, but all of those feelings were brushed away when she saw the warm smile of appreciation on her mentor's face.

Maybe becoming a medicine cat wasn't such a bad idea after all.

2. Your mentor is out picking herbs for the day, Pigeonpaw is rushed into the medicine cat den with a twisted ankle and a bloody gash across her flank. It’s been explained there was a scrap between a loner, and the apprentice. But you honestly don’t care about that, you don’t fight you’re just here to heal. What do you do to ensure that the damage done to the apprentice won’t be permanent to her? 

Pigeonpaw opened her eyes and saw herself lying on the floor, bloody and mangled. How could that be? She was standing right here, but she was also on that floor breathing heavily and crying for help.

I fucked up.

I shouldn't have sneaked that extra catmint from Lambberry.

Well, what now?

Seeing herself on the floor like that might scare or even nauseate any other cat, but she was instead overwhelmed with the desire to dissect herself. It felt like a once in a lifetime chance! She quickly unsheathed her largest foreclaw and started to apply pressure to her patient's stomach, but quickly stopped when the patient screamed at her.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?"

Oh. Oh yeah. She's still alive. If she really wanted to dissect her patient, that means she'd have to kill it first. To kill herself? Maybe in a few more seasons when she's been even more traumatized she will have the will to do that, but right now she felt like she couldn't.

She decided to sit at the far end of the den and stay perfectly still to wait for this horrible drug trip to end, but ages past and they were still in that same room. Waiting and screaming and bleeding.

Eventually Pigeonpaw gave in and decided to help her injured self on the ground. Pigeonpaw first chewed up some chervil over the patient's damaged flank and let the juices run down her chin and into the wounds to prevent infection. Once she was sure the juices were inside, she spat the chew into the wound just for double measure. After she had done this, Pigeonpaw quickly grabbed some stray cobwebs from the den and neatly wrapped them over the flank and used catchweed burrs around where she placed the web to help keep them in place. Once she was done worrying about the flank, she moved onto the ankle. It looked a little awkward by the way the patient moved it around to help alleviate the pain, but it didn't look dislocated. It appeared a little swollen, so obviously something got twisted. She wouldn't worry about the swelling, there wasn't any outer damage so nothing would get infected. To save time and herbs, Pigeonpaw got a small twig, fastened it to the ankle, and wrapped bindweed around it to keep it secure. For a final measure, Pigeonpaw gave her patient a good dose of poppyseeds, while sneaking a few for herself.

Pigeonpaw looked at her patient, who was now looking straight at her. She looked exactly like herself, but the patient had a empty void of blackness where her blind eye was supposed to be. The patient gave a toothy smile and Pigeonpaw felt her entire body fall sideways.

OOF

She was awake.

Pigeonpaw rolled her head up to look at her surroundings. It was night, Lambberry was asleep nearby, and it appears she had rolled out of bed. It was just a nightmare.

Pigeonpaw knew she needed some poppyseeds, so she went to the storage to get a pawful....

Strange.

Was there this little poppyseeds before? She knew she had stocked up before bed. The chervil, web, bindweed, and catchweed seemed diminished too. Whatever. Pigeonpaw popped a few seeds and climbed back into bed, hoping her next dream will actually have something dead to dissect instead of something living screaming for help.

3. You’ve been asked to put an elder out of her misery, Mottledsnow is too old and beginning to show health problems. And it’s been requested by Crowstar that she stop wasting valuable herbs on a cat that is already dead, Lambberry has excused himself from the scene due to familial ties and has requested that you do the task for him. What poisonous herbs do you use to grant the she-cat a quick, painless death? Do you coax her, and ensure her it will be alright or do you bitterly wait for it to be over so you can get back to work? 

"I-I'm s-sorry I... I-I.."

Lambberry looked at a loss for words. His good eye looked scared and conflicted. Pigeonpaw felt empathy for her mentor, she knew what it was like to lose someone you love. She had a sneaking suspicion, however, that Lambberry was hiding something from her. She shook the idea, however. He probably just had a troubled past with the poor old mother. 

Pigeonpaw put her head lovingly on on Lambberry's side. She nodded in understanding of what Lambberry was trying to say, and waved her tail goodbye as he left the den. She hoped Swanblaze was nearby to comfort the tom. She was always there for Lambberry when he would fret over his lovers, but she didn't think he'd share his entire family past with her, especially with how he was reacting.

Pigeonpaw looked back to Mottledsnow, who was comfortably laying in the nest taking deep, long hoarse breaths as she rested. Pigeonpaw quickly looked to her supplies. She needed something potent, but not as noticeable as deathberries to ease her out with.

Oh no...

Their herb supply was pretty low. There was nothing toxic in sight. The one thing that was always stocked to the brim was poppyseeds and catmint, but thats mostly because of Pigeon and Lamb's addiction problems.

She then figured out what she had to do. It made her a little uneasy in her stomach because this was Lambberry's mother, but its what Crowstar wanted. Neither of them had the power to stop an order from the leader. Pigeonpaw bounded toward the elder and softly prodded her on the side.

"Good morning, ma'am. Lambberry wanted me to get you some freshkill. Anything special you want?"

The elder shecat chuckled softly, then quickly had a vicious fit of coughs. In her eyes it seemed like she wanted to say more, but her raspy throat only allowed her to say one word,

"Squirrel."

Pigeonpaw nodded swiftly and ran towards the freshkill pile to grab a squirrel, then ran back into the den. She kept her head low so she wouldn't see anyone else, she'd hate to see Lambberry's mourning face right now. When she returned the apprentice went to the medicine pile and began to stuff as many poppyseeds and flakes of dried catmind the squirrel could carry. When she returned to the elder with the food, Pigeonpaw said soothingly,

"Now I had to put in a few herbs to help your throat, but it should still taste like your favorite snack."

The elder's eyes seemed suspicious, but she nodded her head and obeyed.



About an hour passed when the elder went back to sleep. Pigeonpaw knew that this time the elder would stay asleep. She took a deep breath, the bounded toward the elder and sat beside her. Should she say something? Times like these felt like she should honor the elder in some way before she had to... You know.

"Uhm... Mottledsnow. You have been a brave warrior in life, a loving mother of two, and now, in death, you'll continue to protect us. Thank you for all you've done for Shear Water."

No one was listening. Maybe some stray spirits if she was lucky. As long as she heard herself, it made Pigeonpaw feel a little more justified in what she was about to do. The dapple apprentice softly put a paw on Mottledsnow's neck to keep balance, then bit as hard as she could. The elder stayed silent and limp for most of it, but near the end Mottledsnow gained some consciousness and hoarsely screamed in horror. It ended pretty quick though. The elder's blood flow was so slow that it barely made a mess in the nest. Now Pigeonpaw just sat back, taking in a few breaths before she'd ask the nestmaids to help her move the body.

4. Plumnose has come to you with a paw full of thorns, you don’t really care to listen because you may nor may not care but you do know it’s beginning to show signs of infection. What method of action do you do to take care of the warriors paw to prevent the infection from getting worse? 

"The albino got hurt!?"

Pigeonpaw's eyes gleamed with excitement, now was her chance! She could barely contain herself!

"H-his name is Pl-Plumbnose, Pigeon. And y-yes. He's got thorns st-stuck in his paw."

Pigeonpaw's face drooped as she was given the specifics by Lambberry. She was so close, too! The minute that albino tom croaks is the day Pigeonpaw is going to hide the body and dissect him. He was a nestmaid anyway, who would care? She HAD to know if albinos had anything different in them than a normal cat. Honestly, any day a mutated nestmaid croaks is a day she can't wait for. Once she's a full fledged medicine cat, no one will question what she'll do with the bodies! If anything, she'll be a hero to the clan. The more she learns about them, the more treatments she can help cure them with.

Plumnose looked small and nervous in the background as Pigeonpaw conversed with Lambberry. Pigeonpaw rolled her eyes and beckoned the small nestmaid towards her.

"Lemme see, albino."

Hmm. The thorns looked pretty teeny. It would be a little difficult to get them out. Pigeonpaw pulled back her lips to make sure her front teeth could touch the thorns properly, then one by one the apprentice picked the little needles out. The blood was very minimal. just a few specks pooled up from the pad, but it was obvious by Plumnose's face that he was in pain. He winced and yelped a few times when Pigeonpaw was pulling the thorns out, but she was paying no mind to his pain at the time.

Pigeonpaw casually bounded to the medicine stash and took out some comfrey, dock leaves, and bindweed then returned. Pipeonpaw chewed up the comfrey and let the juices from her mouth pour onto the dock leaves. Once she was finished, she spit out the comfrey into a corner and told Plumnose to put his injured pad onto the dockleaves. To make sure they'd stick, Pigeonpaw grabbed a little web to make sure the leaves would stay together, then used bindweed to tie the herb mess to his pad.

"Don't lose these dock leaves on your pad. I won't get you anymore if you lose them."

The nestmaid looked horrified, but honestly if he lost them he wouldn't be in any danger. Pigeonpaw just hated reapplying herbs. Plumnose soon bounded out of the den and left the mentor and apprentice to go back to their duties.

5. Loonsong has gone into labor, and Lambberry is out collecting herbs before the bitter weather strikes the land. What do you do to ensure a safe, and healthy birth so that the queen, and the kit’s lives will not be lost? After the birth, and checking to make sure all the kits are healthy you and the mother both notice one of the kits bear a defect. Loonsong has asked that you kill it, to spare it a life of a nestmaid. Do you bring the kit out into the woods, kill it swiftly or abandon it? Or do you go against Loonsong’s wishes and ask for another queen to foster the kit so that it will grow into another nestmaid for the Clan? 


"Just... JUST CALM DOWN!"


Pigeonpaw screamed at the already screaming queen. She sucked at trying to coax shecats in labor.


"How can I calm down when Lambberry's out frolicking with his gay lovers and I'M ABOUT TO GIVE BIRTH!?"


Pigeonpaw didn't deny it. Lambberry never picks herbs alone. He was probably out on a date somewhere. But now all that mattered was that she was going to have to help Loonsong give birth... Alone.


Shit.


How was she supposed to go about this? Lambberry had told her before, but it all seemed so distant now. Whatever, thinking too hard on things won't help anyone right now. She's just going to have to wing it.


"Stay on your side, Loonsong. I'll lift your back leg to help you relax. When you feel the first kit come make sure to take deep breaths and push."


Loonsong nodded reluctantly, fear in her eyes. Both she and Pigeonpaw took deep breaths as the first kit came. To help her ease the kit along, Pigeonpaw used her free paw to softly rub down the shecat's flank to help the kitting go smoother. When the kit was out, Pigeonpaw nipped the sac and ordered Loonsong to lick the kit to stimulate the child to breathe. Soon after the first, a second one came out faster, small and without a front leg.


"Oh..."


Pigeonpaw held her tongue and looked to Loonsong, who was speechless by both the sight of the kit and the pain she was enduring from the kitting. That was the last kit that came out, and Pigeonpaw quickly gathered some borage leaves for Loonsong to digest to help her produce milk once both kits were kneading her belly and nursing. Was she supposed to say they were beautiful? That she did a good job? She wasn't too sure, this second kit made her think if she said that Loonsong would snap at her for lying for something. There were a few silent moments when Loonsong ate the borage, but then she looked into Pigeonpaw's good eye.


"Kill it. Just... Just get it out of here."


Loonsong was choking back emotion as she spoke. It was obvious that this queen couldn't bare to let this mutant live the life of a nestmaid. Pigeonpaw didn't blame her, she's not sure what she would have done if she was in Loonsong's shoes. Pigeonpaw nodded and quickly took the 3 legged newborn from Loonsong's belly, wailing for the comfort of milk and warmth. Pigeonpaw padded out of the clearing and into the forest to do her job.

The kit was a wily one, that's for sure. It swang in her maw wailing in protest to the sudden movement into the chilly open air. Once Pigeonpaw felt they were far enough, the shecat placed the kitten in a small crevice of an open log.


"I'm sorry life is so cruel, maybe in another life you won't be a cripple..."


Pigeonpaw turned away and padded back home. Don't get the wrong idea, though. She didn't do this out of love or empathy. The truth is that she was going to let the kitten die a natural death over night, and then Pigeon would return the next day to dissect the newborn. Perhaps she'll find an irregular bone in the front leg, it was all an exciting mystery to open carcass presets like that to see what was inside. That was tomorrow however. Today, she'll go home and make sure they have enough poppyseeds for the day. Both her and Lamb go through that stuff like its nothing.    

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these r now closed.

thank you to all who auditioned.

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After a night of deciding, I find the character and member more active for the role to be Pigeonpaw!


I'd like to thank all of you who auditioned, and that a backup for if Pigeonpaw cannot keep the role does exist.