Playing with kits...

OOC: I'm sorry to say, that I have thought about my apprentice a lot today, and that 1 one you has been...disqualified, kinda...I will announce who I picked as my apprentice on my first post of my MC ceremony and why. Thanks.

IC: Icepaw smiled and yawned.

"I'm going to take a short nap. Take care." he meowed before yawing again and padding to his den.

ooc: i'm a girl by the way...
ic: "I'm sorry, being a medicine cat is pretty important. " wolfpaw said. She hadn't meant to make anyone mad.
wolfpaw turned when she heard icepaw and called " By icepaw!" as he walked away.

OOC: When will you tell us whos disqualified?

IC: "I'll talk to you later Cheetahkit" Patchkit mewed

OOC: Well, I'll tell who went first at my ceremony as well. And I might explain that to them in a PM. I'll explain the reason why the other one who doesn't get the position didn't get it.

OOC: Oh ok

IC: As he padded out of the nursery again she flopped onto her side and let the sun warm her fur.

(OOoh, exciting.

And cats don't say ORLY, folks. :) )

Cowkit rolled her eyes. "We all know who's going to get Medicine Cat Apprentice." She bragged, but she was feeling a little less sure now. If she got it, the others would be stuck with being Warriors. If she didn't, well. . .

Pls stop bragging
OOC: How do I use battle system to like have a play fight with Cowkit?

(Um, Patch, if my character is going to brag, let her? It's part of her personality. She's not a little Mary-Sue cat who sits there nice and pretty for everyone. No, we're allowed to be a little more than one-dimensional.)

OOC: OK
IC: "hey Cowkit I'll race you to Tallrock" meowed Patchkit

Cowkit shifted her weight to the right, and plopped onto the ground. "Nahh, I think I'll lay here and . . ." She let out a little puff, and began to snore the best a kitten could.

"OK, suit yourself" Patchkit mewwed as she fell asleep in the warmth of the sun.

Shadekit yawned, padding out the Nursery. "Can you argue more quietly? I'm tired!" She purred. "Why were you all arguing anyway? Is something wrong?"

"Can all of you tone your voices down?" A rather groggy, grumpy voice growled. It was Fallensoul, splayed out on a sun-warmed rock. "I can't get a wink of sleep!" He then proceeded to whisper to himself: "The sun finally comes and I can't even enjoy it."

Patchkit opened her eyes "Ok sorry Sedgekit, sorry Fallensoul, we were arguing because she was bragging."

Cowkit's head perked up. She glared at Fallensoul. "Well, I certainly can fall asleep. Now quiet, you old mouse-brain!" She snapped, but it didn't look --- or sound --- very menacing, since she was, after all, a pudgy little cow-patterned kit.