Rank: (Warrior, medicine cat, deputy, kit, queen, elder or apprentice): Elder
Bio: Mintclaw is a smaller tom with slightly matted brown fur. He has two white spots, one around each of his dirt brown eyes. Mintclaw has scars on his lower legs and paw pads from being shoved into thorny bushes during a battle with a rouge. He retired soon after, already being old enough, despite still wanting to remain a warrior. The medicine cat insisted it was for the best, so Mintclaw listened out of respect. He is one of the kinder elders, never snapping at kits that horseplayed in the elders den. He spends his days helping out around camp, as he still feels a duty to serve his clan. Wether that means watching a queen's kits for her while she takes a nap, helping the medicine cat sort their herbs, or even just cheering up a cat who has been down on their luck, Mintclaw finds a way to make himself useful while still taking it easy.
((Since I kinda care about Ivyfrost and Roseclaw a decent amount, Im making a character that I wouldnt mind killing off. Maybe we could use him for plot development, such as being killed by an evil cat, or catching greencough and triggering an outbreak?
Aug 24th 2019 16:43
((Time to self rp cause im lonely
Ivyfrost cleaned the caked mud out from under her claws as she sat in the camp entrance. She always woke up early, unlike most of her friends that preffered staying up late. She had been grooming herself there for a bit, just waiting for the day to start and stretching out any stiff joints. There were probably a few cats in camp now. She turned herself around, trotting back into the main camp area. She found Crowstar, still getting used to his newfound power that comes with the role of leader. Ivyfrost could never do it. Sure she could probably manage as deputy, but never as a leader. Way too many problems to solve and other clan leaders to try and be friendly with (even if you secretly hated them), and just generally having to set an example for the clan. Yeah, Ivyfrost was happy with where she was and confident that she would remain a warrior until her eventual retirement. That day was still moons away, though. She didnt have to worry about retirement yet.
But Crowstar wasn't the only one with a new position. Roseclaw sat just outside the warriors den, probably contemplating on who to send on the sunrise border patrol. Ivyfrost didnt have anything better to do, so she decided to volunteer. Trotting up to the striped she-cat, Ivyfrost nodded in greeting.
"Need someone for a border patrol? I need to stretch my legs." Ivyfrost sat next to Roseclaw, making herself comfortable while waiting for a reply.
"Thanks Ivyfrost, I'm just not sure who else to take with me. Gosh, I'm bad at this." Roseclaw muttered that last part, but Ivyfrost still heard it.
"Give yourself a break, it's your first day." Ivyfrost smiled at her and nosed her shoulder, trying to cheer her up. Roseclaw raised her tail, trying to appear more confident. Ivyfrost sighed, shaking her head while grinning with her amusement. She found it so funny when she could tell that Roseclaw was giving a motivational speech to herself inside her own mind. Ivyfrost kneaded the ground under her, settling down to wait for Roseclaw to finish picking a cat.
Aug 23rd 2019 22:18
Roseclaw sneezed as she pushed the vines aside with her muzzle, leaving the warriors den and stepping into the camp. She licked her chest fur, making it poof out to protect her from the wind. Her front legs stretched out, the drowsiness of just waking up slowly leaving her body.
As the cogs in her brain finally began to turn, the events of the past few days replayed in her mind. Ripplestar's death combined with her new role as deputy left a bittersweet taste in her mouth. Regret also shows his face, appearing in Roseclaws mind in the form of guilt. She should've gotten to know Crowstar better while he was deputy, they only had the mutual respect for each other as clanmates, which wasn't much to go off of if she was going to be Crowstar's right-hand-man. For now, she soothed her nerves. Her number one responsibility was learning how to function as a deputy, which started with patrols.
She sat down, her tail curling around her paws as she looked over the warriors in camp. Maybe it would be best if she led the first patrol she sent out? Smiling to herself, she grinned at her (in reality, unimpressive) idea that she was so proud of. The only question was who to take with her.
Aug 21st 2019 20:07