.x. Miracleweaver .x. Medicine Cat .x. Tom .x.

A well proportioned, regular sized tom, and quite an eye catcher with his long coat. He always keeps his pelt well groomed so it is always smooth and shiny, not dull and tangled. His ears are more narrow and pointed then most cats, accented by the small tuft of hair hanging from the top of each one. Despite the harsh color of his eyes, they always seem to be soft and kind with a spark for his love of life.

Generally when a medicine cat is mentioned, a calm, organized, and stern cat is envisioned, often with a certain air of authority. However, little of that would be true for this young tom. He holds a sense of happiness and enthusiasm which others often cannot help but catch on to. His den is what he referrers to as an 'organized mess' since it makes perfect sense to him but everything is in a bit of a jumble. Sternness is not something he prides himself in having, though when it is needed, he can be quite convincing. And yet, even with his rather comical attitude, few doubt after meeting him that he holds at least some authority in his clan.

As a young kit, his day dreams consisted only of being a good and loyal warrior. But at night, all that changed. Once he reached about three moons old hardly a night went by that cats with starry pelts did not walk in his dreams. They never said anything, just stared longingly at the place where he stood. He knew they were calling him. "I don't want this!" He would try to say. "I want to be a warrior!" But the dreams did not cease, causing the tom an abundance of confusion. What should he do? He had been raised to always listen to their warrior ancestors, but should he follow them even when it strayed so greatly from the path he wanted? For ages questions like this plagued him until finally he was almost six moons old; almost ready to be apprenticed. That was when he overheard the conversation that would change his life. It was between their leader, Dragonstar and current medicine cat, Burntpelt, for Burntpelt was getting older and feared that if she did not soon find one to pass her knowledge on to, the clan may end up with no medicine cat.

He tossed and turned a lot that night, trying to come to terms with the decision he knew he had to make. That was why he had been visited so often by StarClan; he had been directly chosen to be EarthClan's next medicine cat.

The next morning he slipped away from his mothers watchful eye to the leaders den where he announced his decision. And so, later that day, he was announced as Miraclepaw, medicine cat apprentice. For around ten moons he trained under Burntpelt's critical eye until the she-cat caught a sickness and passed away. By this point, he had learned to love his position in the clan, and mourned his mentors death. That was not too long ago, and Miracleweaver as yet to attend a medicine cat meeting with his new name and rank.

--Not Needed--

If my meddie audition is not already finished, it is currently being worked on

...oh, and I hope it's okay I used Dragonstar and Burntpelt in his history. If not, just tell me and I'll change the names.