Old ShadowClan Auditions, March 2013

[Blush]

OOC Info
Alias: Blush
Years RPing: Like, 5?
Auditioning for: ShadowClan deputy
Why do you want this role? I need a ShadowClan cat, and Tango was asking people to audition so... Heck, why not? Tbh, I will probably kill her long before she has the chance to become leader, and some deputy-death is always good for the plot.
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IC Info
Name: Fogstep
Age: 38 moons
Gender: She-cat
Personality: Fogstep is phantasmagoric in all aspects. With her peculiar personality and hazy, gray appearance, encountering her is like seeing a ghost. But she is not a friendly ghost. No, do not make that mistake.

ELUSIVE Fogstep is elusive both physically and mentally. She is an agile and graceful cat and seems to move like wind through the air. ShadowClan in-and-out, she moves through the darkened marshes seamlessly, leaving no trace. She is adept at finding hiding spots and moving swiftly in the underbrush, so she can travel without being seen. She is mentally covert as well, and keeps her complexities seal silently in her mind, so it is difficult for any cat to completely work her out. Her behavior is always thought-out but rarely predictable, regardless of the circumstances, so she leaves people guessing. Her next move is always difficult to predict, making her the perfect military strategist.

SOFT-SPOKEN Her words are spoken with a soft tongue, although the message itself is rarely soft. She can speak the most threatening warnings in the airiest, most inconsequential voices. She words are like whispers, carrying little sound, and many struggle to hear her when she speaks.

SINISTER She is a deceptively benign sadist. Many cats mistake her as unthreatening because, unlike Tigerstar or Brokenstar, she does not concoct plots to enact evil. Instead, she simply relishes the evil already brewing in the forest. But just because she is no mastermind does not mean that she is not ominous. She can issues threats that make your blood run cold, and StarClan help you if she ever finds a reason to act against you. Her torture is cold, quiet, and silent, but nonetheless effective. You may not even realize that she is doing anything, as she slowly destroys your confidence or ruins your friendships. But her plans, like herself, are ghosts of reality. She will destroy your world, but not for long. Her sinister plots wear off quickly, leaving their victims feeling as if they just woke up from a horrible nightmare.

DETACHED Fogstep is not easily affected by things. Her emotions have been suppressed for so long that it is difficult to know whether she can actually feel normal emotions anymore. Perhaps, deep deep down, she can, but this is much your guess as it is hers. Even she doesn't know if she has the capacity to love and to feel. If she does, she doesn't use it, preferring to keep it locked away. It is easier for her if she simply doesn't let sadness or joy or love affect her. Her reactions to things are monotone, whether it is the making of a new warrior or the death of an elder. She refuses to let herself be moved by anything and she refuses to form a connection with anyone or anything, except, perhaps, the idea of ShadowClan.

History
PRE-BIRTH Fogstep's parents, Pebbleclaw and Whitewhisker, were ShadowClan warriors with contrasting personalities. Pebbleclaw was a fierce, loudmouthed, and ambitious she-cat. Whitewhisker was sensitive and a practically a pacifist; in fact, he was Whitepaw, the medicine cat apprentice, when he first got to really know Pebbleclaw. Whitepaw loved healing and hated fighting, so he was completely caught off-guard when a group of rogues ambushed ShadowClan's camp. A large tom had pinned Whitepaw down inside the medicine den when Pebbleclaw, a newly-made warrior, came to the rescue. She saved Whitepaw's tail and sent the rogue attacker running for the border. This was the beginning of Whitepaw's passion for the little gray warrior.

As he treated her wounds after the battle, it was difficult to admit to himself that he was falling in love. It was strictly against the code. Medicine cats were devoted to healing and StarClan, not a mate. But he was falling in love. And his mentor noticed. Whitepaw was forced to make a choice: love or healing. Pebbleclaw didn't know about his feelings and she didn't act like she felt anything romantic for him, but Whitepaw took the gamble. He gave up medicine cat training and became a warrior's apprentice. During the moons that he trained as a warrior, he spent his energy attempting to impress and woo Pebbleclaw. Apparently, it worked, because soon after Whitepaw earned his warrior name, Pebbleclaw announced that she was expecting kits.

BIRTH It was a poorly planned pregnancy. The kits were born in early leafbare, not long after oranges of the leaves had faded to dead brown. The crispy, dead foliage had not even had the chance to be buried by the first snowfall when Pebbleclaw went into labor, but it was still bone-chilling cold. It was night-time, and a dense, heavy fog clung low to the ground. What a murky night to bear kits.

Pebbleclaw labored until she was exhausted and finally gave birth to two healthy she-kits. Pebbleclaw was not a particularly creative she-cat, so she looked around at the foggy night and named the lighter kit Fogkit and the darker kit Nightkit.

The two little girls were close to their parents, but they were especially daddy's girls. Whitewhisker doted on them and though Pebbleclaw was not soft or open, they formed an attachment to their lifegiver. And, since it was such a small litter, the siblings were close. They loved to play-fight and they were fascinated with history, so they would harass the elders for stories of the past. Fogkit particularly adored Dawnstar, the great female leader of ShadowClan's past. Fogkit wanted to be just like her when she grew up.

APPRENTICE Fogpaw was apprenticed at six moons to a warrior named Mallowstrike. She and Nightpaw loved being apprentices. They got to practice hunting and fighting, and Fogpaw was convinced that she would one day become just as great as Dawnstar. The only downside to the training was that now, instead of getting to hear the elder tales for free, she had to pick ticks out of their pelts in exchange for stories. Altogether, Fogpaw was a normal, healthy, and happy apprentice, although she was always more serious than her sister.

One night, Fogpaw decided to adventure outside of the border and came across a rogue tom named Alec. He was older than her and more experienced in the world, but the two of them hit it off. They agreed to start meeting regularly outside of ShadowClan territory.

Fogpaw slowly found herself falling in love with the rogue tom and he appeared to return the feelings. However, he wanted to convince her to leave ShadowClan and join him living in the streets of the Twolegplace. Although she always brushed off these suggestions, he was persistent.

Finally, several moons later, after Fogpaw was nearly finished her training, Alec gave her an ultimatum. If she wouldn't leave the clan for him, then he would leave her. Although she loved him, she wasn't willing to sacrifice her family. Alec left and never returned to their meeting spot, although to this day Fogstep often returns there to relive the past. That day was the beginning of her transformation into the ghostly half-life she is now. For this reason, when Raggedstar decided that she was good enough to become a warrior, he gave her the name Fogstep, to mirror her elusiveness and ghostly presence.

WARRIOR Fogstep was a young warrior when Brokenstar took over but it was apparent that things were quickly going to change. Cats in ShadowClan were starving, and Brokenstar seemed much more aggressive about fixing it. Fogstep got along well with the new leader. Although his ruthless ways seemed extreme to her, she couldn't deny that focusing on battle and hunting rights was a good diversion for her mind. She offered to help Brokenstar out in any way she could and was one of the first warriors to volunteer to attack ThunderClan camp after Bluestar refused ShadowClan the right to hunt on their territory, and she also fought in the battle against WindClan and ThunderClan that started the war.

She mentored exactly one apprentice. She hated the experience and she was sure the apprentice did not enjoy it. She was glad when the thing received its warrior name so she could once again be in peace. She has vowed that she will never have another apprentice.

When ShadowClan launched an attack on WindClan's camp, Pebbleclaw was chosen to fight and Whitewhisker naturally insisted on going with her. He wasn't the sharpest fighter, however, and was pretty beaten up by the end of the fight. He had severe wounds that the medicine cat tried to heal for several days after the fight, but it was too much. Whitewhisker, Fogstep's beloved father, died. It was almost too much for her.

To make things worse, just days after Whitewhisker's death, Pebbleclaw discovered that she was expecting his kits. Fogstep convinced herself to reach out for a better relationship with her mother, now that her father was gone, but the pregnancy didn't go well, no matter how much Fogstep tried to help her mother. There were complications during labor that killed Pebbleclaw and three of her four kits. Only a young tom remained, and Fogstep and her sister decided to name him Mosskit. But even a little brother could not ease the pain of being orphaned. Fogstep had tried to reach out to her mother and had ended up with grief. Relationships, she decided, were worthless.

The war now does not bother her much. She will hunt wherever she is allowed to and doesn't care whether that is RiverClan or ShadowClan territory. Politics means little to her. She will fight fiercely to defend her clan when it is required and she doesn't question why or who she is fighting. All she needs to know is that you are labeled enemy and she will happily tear you to shreds. Brokenstar, she has realized, was right. It is far easier to destroy than to open yourself up to being destroyed.

DEPUTYSHIP When Blackfoot was killed in one of the many recent battles, Fogstep was shocked when Brokenstar chose her as deputy. Who knows why he decided it should be her? Maybe he cherished the elusive attack strategies she formulated. Maybe he thought she embodied the evasive and cunning nature of ShadowClan. Maybe he thought her detachment from politics would make her easily manipulated. Probably that last one...

Although she has some power now, she is not ambitious and not at all interested in politics. She serves merely as Brokenstar's right-hand man and sits back and happily watches him wreak havoc.


RP Sample: It was the half-moon, which meant one thing for Fogstep: she had to leave camp. Under the cover of the night, she crept past the sleeping bodies of the other cats in the warriors den and made her way toward the entrance of the camp. The opening was guarded by a single warrior tonight, a she-cat who flashed her a curious look, but Fogstep glared back at her. She was deputy. She had every right to leave camp in the middle of the night. With her cruel gaze, she dared the guard to say something.

The she-cat backed down immediately, and Fogstep continued on her way. She moved a slow, smooth pace, her wispy grey pelt fanning out around her like a haze. She didn't need to look for landmarks or sniff for familiar scents. Her feet knew exactly where she was going. They took her to the edge of ShadowClan territory and halted her there, in front of the Thunderpath. She took in a deep breath, relishing the stench, before stepping paw onto the pavement. She did not dart across the path like most cats but casually strolled to the other side. When her feet hit ground again, she was in unclaimed territory.

When she stopped moving again, she was at the dip. The large depression in the ground stared up like an eye at her. This was where she had met Alec, all those moons ago. The eye knew that. It had seen her.

She took at seat at the edge of the dip and looked toward the sky. Somewhere in the Twoleg place, was Alec looking up at the same moon? Had he seen the sign and known that, if they were young again, he would have been meeting her here tonight? Maybe he didn't remember such specific details. Maybe he didn't even remember her anymore. But she remembered him, on this night and every other. As she looked up into the cold, universal moon, she knew that she would never forget. Until the day she died, Alec would haunt her...

[willow]

OOC Info
Alias: Willow
Years RPing: 4-5 Years
Auditioning for: ShadowClan Medicine Cat
Why do you want this role? I've been wanting to play a medicine cat and ultimately decided on Shadowclan's MC. I think it would help me get some experience with canon characters and I love playing MC so why not?
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IC Info



Name: Runningnose
Age: 56
Gender: Tom
Personality: Runningnose is normally calm, serene, and watchful. He is kind, compassionate, cheerful, and has the capability to display a large amount of affection. His is humble and empathetic and has a great degree of patience that takes time to wear thin. He is always trying to see the bright side, to keep hope alive, and keeps the faith no matter what, especially in his ancestors. He tries not to do anyone harm and lives in peace and harmony with all that's around him. Runningnose tries not to take offense, even if the cat is purposely trying to offend him. Being made fun of has made hurt his pride but he appears to remain callous to jeers about his incurable cold. He deals with pain -emotion and physical- quietly and tends to close up in on himself if a lot is going on around him. At times he can be quite frank.

He tries to avoid conflicts but he will argue for a right cause and in the right way. Runningnose tries to never portray his negative emotions, feeling that everyone should be treated kindly and have more joy in his life than he is experiencing under Brokenstar . He finds that there is no better way to help other cats than to use his ever growing knowledge of herbs He lives a life of self-sacrifice and vows to never let his hatred and anger consume him, instead trying his utmost to help others any way he can.

History Kit-hood: Runningkit was born into a little of three by his mother, Lizardstripe, and his father, Mudclaw along side his biological sister Tanglekit and brother Deerkit. He never new that Brokenkit wasn't really his brother but at that time he could honestly care less. What kit thinks about such things anyway?

So the four kits were reared under the care of their aggressive, sarcastic, temper-mental and and unloving mother. Tanglekit and Deerkit seem to adopt Lizardstripe's personality traits. They all noticed that Brokenkit had a funny smell and crooked tail and began to make fun of him. It only got worse when they found out no one knew who his mother was, though Raggedstar made it known he was the father. Runningkit felt bad for Brokenkit because Lizardstripe always was calling him an unwanted kit and they couldn't play with him but that didn't stop him from joining in with his siblings in jeering at him(even though he let them handle most of the name calling).

Once while Lizardstripe was out sharing tongues with Nettlespot and Ashheart, the trio ganged up on Brokenkit and began to taunt him for not knowing who his real mother is, saying that she may have been a kitty-pet or even a badger. Brokenkit became obviously upset and lashed out at Tanglekit and Deerkit but that didn't stop them, seeing as they proceeded to call him 'badger-stinky' over and over until Yellowfang finally intervened. Scolding them with her sharp tongue, Runningkit became immediately remorseful and hung his head in shame while his siblings stared up at her with defiance while took Brokenkit away.

That intervention did little for Brokenkit, though, because Tanglekit and Deerkit continued on with the teasing. Runningkit never stopped them but he never again did join in against Brokenkit. In fact, he tried to be nice as often as he could without his mother or siblings around. Early on he contracted a cold and he would find later in life that he'd never get rid of his running nose.

Not long after the initial incident, Runningkit sneaks up on Yellowfang who was showing a bored Brokenkit different herbs and their uses. The kit was very intrigued and curious about the way the plants were used for injuries and drunk in the information until the grumpy medicine cat spotted him and asked him if he wanted to learn. Sure he did! But he was still feeling ashamed about ganging up on Brokenkit, instead giving a big sniff and rushing back to the nursery in panic. Still, he would continue to 'secretly' watch Yellowfang at work and his drive to be a warrior melted away.

Apprentice-ship: By the time Runningkit was ready to be apprenticed -along with his brothers and sister- , Yellowfang approached him and asked him if he wanted to follow the path of a medicine cat. No longer able to resist the growing urge to work with herbs, Runningkit agreed whole-heartedly. Runningkit becomes Runningpaw the medicine cat apprentice while Tanglepaw, Deerpaw and Brokenpaw are assigned to Nightpelt, a sickly cat,, Wolfstep and Cloudpelt. Runningpaw couldn't help but feel bad for Brokenpaw getting dealt the lower hand in life.

During his apprentice-ship, Runningpaw learned well the ways of herbs and grew to love and listen to Yellowfang even if she had a tendency to lash out, especially more so after Lizardstripe was taken my green-cough. Not that he didn't mourn the queen, he was just happy not to have her criticizing Brokenpaw anymore. After they were out of the nursery, she didn't seem to accept them as her kits anymore so Runningpaw did the same to her. Not matter how hard he tried, he couldn't cure his cold and he was often made fun of because of this, though he tried to shrug it off.

The gray and white tom noticed that Brokenpaw payed little attention to Nightpelt and it worried him that his foster brother would be pressuring the sick cat to teach him battle moves. Raggedstar was eager to teach his son more and more. When Tanglepaw came into the medicine cat's den littered with fresh cuts, Yellowfang and Runningpaw were equally shocked and appalled when she said they came from training with Brokenpaw. She seemed callous to the pain and was eager to get back to watch their foster brother beat up Deerpaw. Whenever Brokenpaw went to a gathering, cats said he battled other clans apprentices, thus breaking the sacred truce.

Runningpaw's worries for Brokenpaw grew until it was a heavy stone weighing in his stomach. Something bad was on the horizon and it was coming fast.

Medicine Cat Life: After his time training, Yellowfang tells him he is ready to receive his full name. Runningpaw couldn't have been more excited, scared, and amazed at the same time when he visited the Moonstone and met his ancestors for the first time. Seeing the starry cats and being welcomed by ancient Shadowclan leaders, warriors, even medicine cats alike reaffirmed his conviction to travel the path he had taken with Yellowfang. Sagewhisker, the medicine cat before Yellowfang, delivered a disturbing warning that Shadowclan was going to be driven into a deep darkness where no light would shine through. After sharing tongues with his ancestors, Runningpaw was renamed Runningnose for his perpetual cold. To a degree he loathes his name because finds it as a hidden joke from his mentor, who exclaimed that she was surprised he was promoted since he couldn't even cure his own cold. Still, the two cats remained close friends and that friendship would be tested. His siblings also received their warrior names: Tangleburr, Deerfoot, and Brokentail.

In a wild turn of events, Raggedstar is found dead by Brokentail, seemingly killed by an enemy. Though Runningnose doubts this, he and the rest of the clan doesn't hesitate to accept his foster brother as the new leader of Shadowclan. But when he finally receives his nine lives, most regret their decision.

Much to Shadowclan's horrow, Brokenstar announces that kit's will be appointed to apprentices at 3 moons and sent off as warriors at 5 moons. Of course, the kits were ecstatic but Runningnose was sickened to see queens and kits torn away from eachother and the little fur balls being trained harshly while still having their kitten fluff. It was against the warrior code what Brokenstar was doing but Runningnose had little say in the matter. No matter how many times he warned his brother that Starclan would be angered, the new leader disregarded him.

Sadly, Tangleburr and Deerfoot were killed in battles with Windclan and Thunderclan.

Runningnose and Yellowfang watched helplessly as kits were sent off to battle and Brokenstar's greed led him to drive out Windclan and attacks Thunderclan, later declaring war on them. He was further stricken when Yellowfang was falsely accused of murdering two kits and driven from the clan. Accepting his duty as a full medicine cat, he cannot help but feel pity for the kits and apprentices that come in with wounds delivered by rival warriors. While his mentor endures her exile, he prays to Starclan she is well and is still trying hard to prove her innocence.

RP Sample: "Junipers, burdock, marigold..." Inside the medicine cat's den, a gray and white tom hunched over what meger store of herbs was left for Shadowclan. Pushing aside golden petals and pieces of root, his amber eyes scanning over the various plants. A deep sigh passed by his lips when he finally became aware that they were lacking vital medicinal supplies. "Great...no catmint, no comfrey, no feverfew..." He sniffed, putting the herbs back to their sorted places before standing, preparing to leave for the camp outside. "Starclan help us."

Turning and walking out of the only place he considered safe, Runningnose let his paws carry him to the rockmass that made up the warriors den. Though he doubted they would be able to find any this deep into leaf-bare, the medicine cat needed to send out a few cats with him to try and find herbs. Without them, wounds would fester and infection would set in which could lead to dire circumstances. Maybe if he didn't have to keep treating the battle-torn kits that Brokenstar considered warriors his collection wouldn't have gotten to the point of non-existence.

Runningnose's heart was dragged to his paws when he found not a single soul in the dark den. Sudden rememberance caused his expression to twist into disgust. Oh yes, he had forgotten. Brokenstar ordered for extra training sessions with the apprentices. Any cat that wasn't involved in battle training was expected to be hunting for the clan or guarding the tunnel entrance, which left his medicine cat and brother on his own to try and search for the herbs that were bitten by the frost or hidden beneath the dead undergrowth. Well, if that was what Brokenstar wanted of Runningnose, he had no choice but to comply. Runningnose swore the only thing keeping him sane was the hope of making it through this dark time in Shadowclan and keeping as many kits-warriors alive and well.

Bottling his anger inside, the gray and white tom cat made for the thorn tunnel, giving a nod to the warrior guard, a previous rouge. He barely got his whiskers under the entrance way when the dark tom stepped infront of him, blocking his way. Shocked, Runningnose took a few steps backward and flattened his ears against his head. "What is your business leaving the camp?" The tom demanded, standing above the medicine cat as if he were the pick of the litter.

"Since no one else seems to be available to assist in gathering herbs, I'm going out to do so on my own." Runningwhisker said flatly, feeling his fur begin to bristle in defense.

The dark cat mewed with a smirk, "Every cat needs to be accompanyed by another when leaving the camp. Brokenstar's orders."[/b] The gray and white tom gave a lash of his tail at this arrogance. It was ridiculous!

"Well when Brokenstar finally has the sense to leave a cat to come with me, let me know. If your so concerned with it, then why don't you come?" The tom seemed hesitant, his eyes now looking away from the small cat before him. No reply came. Runningnose had put the cat in a bad spot and he felt a twinge of pity, but that didn't deterr his frustration. "Right. If Brokenstar really has a problem with his medicine cat doing his job, he can come speak to me himself." With that, Runningnose shoved past the guard and quickly entered the free air of the Shadowclan territory.

Truth was, the tom was felt like he was shaking in his fur. His fear of his foster brother was almost as great as his anger towards him. Everyday, Runningnose feared for his own life, he walked on egg-shells to not upset the cats closest to the leader. If that so happened, he would end up with a fate where he could only watch as the clan became consumed with greed and blood-lust. With all his might, he wished he had Yellowfang here to speak with, she was the only cat he was really close with and could openly vent about the troubles and horrors in their own clan. But she wasn't there anymore...he didn't know where she was or even if she was alive.

Starclan protect her...let her be safe...

[talonwhisker]

OOC Info
Alias: I am Talonwhisker, although every one calls me talon
Years RPing: 2 or 3
Auditioning for: ShadowClan MCA
Why do you want this role? I want to have a safe haven that isn't filled with hunting and blood shed.
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IC Info
Name: Talonpaw
Age: Six moons
Gender: Tom
Personality:
Patient- Talonpaw is very patient when around others.

Cool-headed- Even when faced with badgers Talonpaw has been known to stay calm and think clearly about his actions.

Kind- he is very kind to others even if they aren't very kind to him. It is very rare for him not to be kind.

Gentle- despite what is going on Talonpaw is very gentle toward others especially those in shock.

obedient- He always does as told although he might do it a bit differently.

tempered- he is ealisy angered and takes out his frostrations on others how ever rare it is.

Silent- he doesn't openly discuss his feelings even to his mentor.

agrivating- he easily aggravates his mentor with his argumentative tongue.

Argumentative- He likes to argue with his mentor it reminds him about his parents and his past.

disrespectful- he lacks respect for his older clanmates.
History A ginger tom-cat had been part of a colony that called them selves the street brothers. He had been a member since he was born. For his final trial he would have to kill a fellow cat. After days of searching he had found a pair of cats. He was going to kill the tom and he might have succeeded if the she-cat hadn't noticed him. The battle began with the black she-cat attacking the ginger cat. As they fought they looked into eachother's eyes many times. This was when their love dawned upon them. The battle ended when the tom asked the she-cat fighter to be his mate.

He then explained that his name was Eagle and he had never met a she-cat who could fight like that. The she-cat explained that she was Night and the tom was Tomas. Tomas was her brother and she always protected him. Tom decided that if Eagle and his sister were to be mates it would be high time to find some settling grounds. So the three set off to find someplace to call home. They finally found it at an old bridge that crossed a gentle river. This was where they stayed when Night began to kit. That was what lead a badger straight to them. The badger lashed out that these three cats had taken his den. Eagle and Thomas began battling the badger. Soon more cats joined the fight against the badger. The badger killed Thomas and Eagle vowed to kill this creature if it was the last thing he did. Sadly this was almost true as the creature struck him down before running away from the wreathing cats around it. A tom cat poked it's head into the den and saw Night bleeding and dieing in the den. He then ran for the medicine cat. He got the medicine cat and brought him to the distraught she-cat. The medicine cat helped her to give birth to her one and only kit. With her last breath she told the medicine cat to have Eagle name him. The medicine cat ran to the only non-clan cat alive. Eagle just barely holding onto life told the medicine cat that his son would be named Talon for his unusually long claws. Talon only meowed once while the medicine cat took Talon to camp. The medicine cat asked one of the nursing queens to raise Talon as her own.

The queen agreed to nurse the small bundle of ginger fur. This was until he would be there for 2 moons before the clan leader gave in and made Talon, Talonkit of Riverclan. Talonkit was a nice patient kit and wasn't all to mean with his adopted brothers an d sisters. When he was 5 moons he was told of his dark past by the medicine cat. Talonkit was filled with sorrow and begged the medicine cat for a way how he could please Starclan while not being pure clan cat. The medicine cat said to learn the warrior code or join him as a medicine cat. Talonpaw thought of this over the next moon and told the medicine cat he would like to be a medicine cat. He wanted to try and save lives like the one his kin lost 6 moons before. Now the 6 moon old Talonkit became Talonpaw medicine cat apprentice.
RP Sample: A dark time had been set upon the clans. With Brokenstar's ambition growing bigger by the day. Talonpaw though Starclan was ashamed although he didn't wish to say it openly to his mentor. Talonpaw had been told to go to the barrier and wait for his mentor. Now Talonpaw sat his ginger cloven with black stripes lying gently over his paws. One of his clanmates came from the entrance and looked at Talonpaw. Talonpaw watched his clanmate intently for a few moments as his brain matched the name to the scent. "Good day Blackclaw, is there something you needed?" Talonpaw asked nicely. The black tom growled his answer, "Your mentor wants you to collect some burdock root while he treats Russetfur,". "I see, Runningnose must need more. Off with you then Blackfoot I have work to do for my mentor." He said as he began walking away. Blackfoot growled but went back to camp.

Talonpaw walked until he reached the shade pool. He looked around some of briar patches stood snow caught in their branches. He Sniffed the air and found a slight scent of bardock. He followed the scent into a crack in the snow. He looked inside and saw the plant before him. The briars had shielded the bardock plant from the cold. Carefully he picked through the brambles moving them out of the way. He then reached in and used one paw to dig up some dirt. He sniffed at the roots and bit at the base of them. He then bit the top separating the root from it's plant. He did this for a while until he had about 10 roots. He gripped them in his mouth and began heading home.