Applications/SC MCA/Archive 3

Archived Rank Application for ShadowClan Medicine Cat Apprentice This application opened on 25 January 2013 and closed on 28 May 2017This application type must be established in question number 1.

Application Questions 1.) Essay Question Select one of the following options and answer in accordance with the type of application you wish to put forth. The earlier a letter is in the alphabet the more preferential the treatment that application will receive. A.) Application as existing PC Kit or Apprentice - Discuss and provide evidence that supports your character's suitability to selection as a Medicine Cat's Apprentice in the case that Ravenblink should pass away. B.) Application as a newly created Kit or Apprentice - Briefly discuss the character you wish to create to take up the post of MCA. 2.) Role Play Situation Respond to the following post In Character as if with the character you would adopt or create. Ravenblink carried three herbs in his mouth and dropped them in front of his young apprentice. "Which of these herbs would you use to treat a young kitten with Kitcough, and why." The tom laid the challenge with a subtle touch of slyness in his tone, waiting attentively for his trainee to pick between Feverfew leaves, dried grapes and Ash seeds. 3.) Role Play Situation Respond to the following post In Character as if with the character you would adopt or create. Please assume Ravenblink is out of camp for this situation and that your character is about 4 moons into training. Robintail limped slowly into camp, his right foreleg dripping blood, and hanging at a strange angle. He whimpered slightly with each step, moving slowly towards the Medicine Cat's Den. "Ravenblink?" His voice was weak, and he was clearly exhausted from the long journey. So exhausted that he collapsed as his three good legs gave out. When examined, it would be revealed that, in addition to the flesh around his paw being torn in an circle all the way around and scraped and cut in many places, one of the two long legbones had been broken. An experienced Medicine Cat would know it instantly: The work of one of the human's Silver Jaws, deadly things they left to hunt for them, that grabbed in the limbs of animals not careful enough. Robintail was a rare case where one managed to wrestle their leg free and flee from the cold creature without tearing it off completely. 4.) Role Play Situation Create an in-character post that would be used to begin a roleplaying thread. 5.) Essay Question Select the option that applies to you and answer. A.) Current member of the Staff: Do you feel you are currently fulfilling your already existing responsibilities? B.) You are not a part of the Staff: Why do you feel that you, the player, is qualified to join the CoSC Staff? Include information about what you feel you would bring to the staff.

Declined Application from Sahena

	Application Status: Declined
	1.)	A) Wrenkit will be born to a litter of two. He is going to be raised by a rather creative mother, giving him a chance to develop mentally in a broader scope, to 'think outside the box' thanks to experiences and situations explained vicariously to him via her. In addition to this, being raised with a sister will give him a certain array of experience and fellowship with his Clanmates. They are simple things, but important social elements. He will understand sharing – and through that he will understand the importance of a family as a unit(which will translate to 'Clan' once he is old enough to grasp this concept). The more literal manifestation of this will result in him valuing each individual's physical health, understanding that each weak link not only affects the individual, but the 'family', as well. His personality will hopefully make him an approachable Medicine Cat when/if that day comes. He is polite, soft-spoken, but still evenly stern. Unlike his mother, he'll be less keen on sharing the details of each patient's situation, especially the more personal problems. Being a polite and obedient kit, he will seem less judgmental of any clanmate's situation – or, at least, he will not make his judgments known.
	2.)	Wrenkit(paw?) watched as the challenge was laid before him and understood the weight of the question. It couldn't be as simple as he thought it was, no...it couldn't be. The flesh above his nose wrinkled for a moment as he took in each word individually. Wrenpaw took his time in his answer, letting the flesh of his face relax and lowering his nose to each herb in turn. He recognized the appearance of all three herbs, but he sampled each scent regardless, as he seemed to remember them better through their scents. With each sample, he mumbled in his thoughts. It wasn't a clever trick, but it was something he often did to show his current company that he was 'still thinking'. “Kit with Kitcough.” He stated quietly as he sampled the Feverfew's scent. He delibrated for a moment and concurred with himself, mumbling his verdict so that his mentor would understand his thoughts. “Fever. Gentle.” He paused. “Less vomitting.” His muzzle swung to the next option, the dried grapes, and he took in their smell, offering his verdict in a similar fashion. Except this time, a bit of a scowl appeared on his expression. “Dehydrate small kit.” He huffed, “Quick expulsion, wrong problem.” He said with finality before moving on to the Ash seeds. “Good for comfort.” He said, entertained with his own thought. “No symptom help. Possible addition.” His tail twitched a little as his mind truly considered this, but then his tone took a lower pitch, “Not for kit.” He declared. With that, he knew his answer. He exhaled sharply to push some of the Ash scent from his nose as he hoisted his head up to meet eyes with his mentor. “Feverfew.” He said. There was confidence in his tone, but it wasn't brash, it was as gentle as he'd ever been. “It would help prevent a weakened kit to keep their food down and recover.” He paused for just a moment to gather the rest of his thoughts and correct his word choice, “Less fever, less stomach problems mean more milk it can take, which will keep it strong and en route to recovery.” He cast his eyes down to the rejected two, “Those two are not appropriate in this situation. They are inappropriate and would weaken a kit to a point they would likely not recover.” With that; eye contact was broken and he awaited his judgment.
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	5.)	Being written. Application has been declined due to being unfinished for a very long period of time.  Kitsufox  Fox's Den 18:18, 13 June 2014 (CDT)

Withdrawn Application from Fae~o~the~Wind

	Application Status: Withdrawn
	1.)	A.) Application as existing PC Kit or Apprentice The meek and gentle Basilkit is much better suited to a life dedicated to healing than the alternative. I think she would have a very hard time if she went the warrior's path, and would be less use to her clan as a warrior than as a medicine cat. Of course, eligibility as a MCA has little to do with incompatibility for causing bodily harm to others. But Basilkit is a compassionate creature with a nurturing, maternal streak that would serve her well in learning the lore of herbs. She is thoughtful and conscientious, and though she's currently lacking in assertiveness, Basilkit would, in my opinion, blossom into the WindClanner she meant to be under Ravenblink's tutelage.
	2.)	Basilpaw swallowed nervously under her mentor's gaze as she studied the three herbs before her. "Ah...Kitcough? That'd have to be... not grape." A nervous laugh escaped her before she could rein it in. "I mean, eating grapes can induce bowel movements, which is just a fancy way of making dirt, but it'd be of little use with Kitcough." She considered the remaining two for a moment, thoughtfully sniffing at the strong-smelling, dry, feathery Feverfew leaves, before pulling away and shaking her head. "Not Ash, either. The seeds can be consumed to relieve 'tightness of breath', but it won't help ease a cough like Feverfew would. So, the answer is . . . Feverfew?" Her soft mew made it sound like a question.
	3.)	Basilkit was sorting through herbs within the Medicine Cat's den when she heard somecat, sounding very weak, call for her mentor. "Ravenblink's not here right now, but how may I -" Basilkit broke off as she came within sight of the exhausted Robintail. "Oh!" She gave a little gasp of dismay as horror flooded her - and fear. Why, oh why couldn't Ravenblink have been with her just then?! "St-stay right there, Robintail! I know what to do! Just, try not to move!" She looked around camp anxiously, wondering if anycat was within earshot - she wanted to send someone after Ravenblink as soon as possible, but first she had to tend to her patient. Hurrying inside, she grabbed a pawful of leaves: alder, burdock, and goldenrod, then carefully wrapped them around another pawful of poppy seeds. After some hesitation, Basilkit retrieved from oak bark from storage and added it to her pile - it wouldn't hurt to try to clot the bleeding from those lacerations. Bending down to gingerly carry the bundle inside her mouth, the apprentice swiftly returned to Robintail's side. Poppy seeds first, she decided, for the pain. "Here, Robintail. Eat these. They'll make you feel better." She gently tried prying open the young warrior's mouth and spooning the right number of poppy seeds inside. "Don't you worry," she added soothingly. "Ravenblink will be back soon, and in the meantime, I know exactly what to do." The time inside the den choosing herbs had helped curb Basilpaw's initial panic that she'd fail in her duty. Now, her head felt clear. She did know what to do, and wanted Robintail relaxed and at ease as much as possible before Ravenblink came. She chewed up the inner bark from the oak tree first, then spat it out and applied it to the worst of the bleeding. "That's oak; it'll help clot the blood," she mewed to her patient, not expecting an answer, just feeling that talking about what she was doing might help the wounded warrior feel like he was in safe paws. "Next is a poultice of alder, goldenrod, and burdock, to soothe and to cleanse the wound," she murmured before chewing them all up and plastering the sticky result over the open wounds in his leg. "How's that feel, Robintail? Pain any better?" she queried anxiously. Had the poppy seeds kicked in yet? Oh! Bandages! She'd forgotten bandages! "I'll be right back, I just need to fetch something to bandage you up," she mewed hurriedly before retreating back into the den. It wasn't long before she reappeared with plenty of mouse fluff and kit's ear. With practiced paws Basilpaw dexterously wrapped up the open wounds that had been slathered with poultice. Satisfied that her bandages would hold, the blue torbie then turned her attention to the leg bone itself - it was obviously broken. But thankfully it hadn't seemed to have broken the skin anywhere. "You're very lucky," she mewed to the prone patient. "The bone hasn't broken the skin, and it'll heal. Very lucky, that you managed to escape with your leg at all. StarClan must be watching out for you." Please, StarClan, keep watching over him. Don't let me mess up, or at least not until Ravenblink can get here and take care of him...Please? Basilpaw didn't dare try to realign Robintail's leg bone; she didn't have the experience to know how it should be set, and she didn't want to cause any more damage to the leg. So she decided that she'd done all she could for the wound. Now she had to find somecat to find Ravenblink for her...
	4.)	Basilpaw yawned as she padded over to the fresh-kill pile. She'd been kept up later than she would have liked, trying to find a particular harvesting place for Kit's Ear. The plant grew in the drier parts of ShadowClan territory, where there weren't too many trees growing, and she'd been looking for a place nearer to camp than the one place she already knew about. Well, she'd found a likely spot, and a couple of healthy, good sized leaves of the thick, furry plant, as well, but not before the sun had sunk beneath the horizon. Still, she'd managed to grab plenty of thick, soft, furry leaves before the light had faded from the Northplains, and now she knew where a batch of Kit's Ear was thriving, so she considered the missed sleep worthwhile. Basilpaw groomed her paws and legs meticulously even as she eyed the freshkill pile, idly wondering what would taste good today - and make the least amount of mess.
	5.)	A) Yes, I feel that I am currently fulfilling my duties as an Administrator. While my activity has suffered lately due to extenuating circumstances, which include my health, education, and family, not to mention the site itself suffering from an extended period of inactivity, I plan on continuing to give CoSC as much of myself as possible, just like I have always strived to do.

Accepted Application from Hawke

	Application Status: Accepted
	1.)	My idea for the ShadowClan medicine cat apprentice position is to adopt Wrenkit and, when the time comes, have him apprenticed to Ravenblink. As a five-moon-old kit with--as far as I could tell--few in-game appearances, Wrenkit is still mostly a blank slate. His character sheet only mentions him being curious and energetic; that could easily lead to him developing an interest in the medicine cats' trade. My concept for Wrenkit-as-MCA is that of a young cat with an almost scientific (for a given value of 'scientific') curiosity about the world, who becomes utterly fascinated with the idea that all these plants that grow wild across the Clans can have such a profound effect on a cat's body. By the time he approaches his sixth moon, Ravenblink would be finding him underfoot as often as Wrenkit could get away with it. With such an obvious interest, and since he keeps asking Ravenblink all these questions anyway, it seems only logical for Clan leadership to decide they might as well put the tom-kit to work.
	2.)	Wrenpaw considered each herb in turn, muttering under his breath: "Okay, okay, okay--feverfew, colds aaaand....nausea? Stomach problems. Ash, venom and purifying the body. Grape, also purifying the body. Feverfew, ash, grape." He looked hesitantly up at Ravenblink. "Feverfew. The kit should be given feverfew leaves." Although something in his mentor's tone made him wonder if this was a trick question somehow. Feverfew was one of the staple herbs for kitcough, though! Also, Wrenpaw was quite sure he was forgetting a function of Ash seeds. He had been working so hard to memorize everything, running through herb lists in his head day and night, and if there was one thing he prided himself on, it was his rote memory. But something was dangling just out of reach... Ash leaves: purges toxins from the body. Ash shoots: same, and can draw poison out when used on the skin. Bark: same as shoots, but less good. Seeds: ...something. He closed his eyes for a moment. He imagined himself standing in front of the herb stores, Ravenblink behind him, speaking in a precise, well-modulated voice: "The seeds can be used--" "--Used to relieve pain and tightness in breathing!" For a moment, Wrenpaw was so delighted at this sudden burst of memory that he forgot the initial question. Then he composed himself, sitting up and wrapping his tail primly around his paws, the utter picture of a serious medicine cat apprentice. "Feverfew should be the primary herb out of these to use in treating a kit with kitcough," he said. "The grape is useless. Ash seeds can be eaten to help with breathing, but I think if a kit is having difficulty breathing, that's probably a sign that the kitcough could be progressing to something worse, like Blackcough." He almost added a querulous 'right?' at the end, but clamped his mouth firmly shut with a businesslike nod instead. He hadn't been Ravenblink's apprentice for very long, but he was determined to show him he'd made the right choice. Please let that be right, he thought.
	3.)	Wrenpaw darted from the medicine cat's den, fur bristling reflexively at the scent of blood. For a moment he looked around for Ravenblink, too, and then remembered: Ravenblink wasn't here. Wrenpaw was on his own. The young apprentice gathered himself, forcing his fur to lie flat. This was it, this was his big test. Can't go falling to pieces like a kit, he thought. Wrenpaw approached Robintail. "Ravenblink's out," he said. "But it's okay. Hold out your paw and tell me what happened." But he thought he already knew what happened; he'd heard about the Silver Jaws before, and committed the stories to memory--although he'd never seen one himself, and he'd certainly never seen a wound caused by one. It was messy. Interesting, in the abstract, but messy. It looked terribly painful, too. As he examined Robintail's mangled leg, he murmured to himself, "Broken bone, one of the long ones--just the one, it looks like. Bad lacerations. Okay." He dashed into the medicine cat's den and emerged moments later with a few seeds held carefully in his mouth. He placed them on the ground within easy reach of Robintail. "Coriander seeds," he said, as much for his own benefit as for Robintail's. "Should relax you and help with your pain. Eat them, we'll wait for a moment to let them start working, and then I'll be able to do some poking and prodding without too much trouble." He'd considered poppy, but without Ravenblink to oversee the dosage, he wasn't sure he felt entirely comfortable with it. He ran through his game plan in his head: Mouse fluff to staunch the bleeding. Make sure the bone is aligned properly, and then alder and kit's ear for healing and bandaging. Ask Ravenblink about comfrey. Then he realized a minor flaw in his plan: they were still out in the open, near the entrance to the camp. He'd need to get Robintail into the medicine cat's den, and he should probably have help. He looked around for cats to help him move the wounded tom.
	4.)	Wrenpaw crouched in the tallest grass he could find, at the edge of the northern forest, his green eyes fixed on a flock of crows milling about nearby. He knew he was supposed to be looking for herbs--and he'd get back to that, shortly--and he also knew that hunting crows was entirely too advanced and risky for him, but he lingered anyway. Because crows were interesting. They were clever, for prey. He knew if they saw him, they'd probably mob him, and tell other crows besides. How did they communicate, though? Did they talk to each other like cats? The curious young tom watched two crows fluffing their feathers at each other. Was that speaking, for them? What was it like, being a crow?
	5.)	I know that I'm still quite new to CoSC, and I still have a lot to learn, but I'm willing to put in the time and effort to do that. I have many years of Warriors roleplays under my belt; I've served as a staff member on quite a few, and even ran some of my own. I know that much of that experience will not translate perfectly to CoSC's very different environment, but having that experience gives me the confidence that I can adapt. I learn quickly, I suffer from a terrible excess of enthusiasm, and I work well with others. And, most importantly, I think CoSC is a truly unique site that I want to help however I can.