Clan Auditions

[» kadenza]

AUDITIONS !

you may reply here to apply for Leader, Deputy, Med. Cat and Apprentice. Good luck! Applications close when Staff deems fit. Audition winners will be determined by a poll for each position that is applied for-- unless only one applicant has tried out, then the position will go to them by default.

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RULES !

One: Make sure that you include the following information in your application: which position, why you want the position, the cat that you're applying with, a link to the cat's biography, your roleplay name, why you'd be good for the position, and any other information you see fit, and a sample post of 500 words at least.
Two: Please make sure you only apply for a limit of two or less higher rank cats, save some for other members :3
Three: Your character must be completed for you to apply with it.
Four: Reply to this thread with your application.
Five: Be fair and have fun!

THUNDERCLAN !

LEADER: Closed.
DEPUTY: Closed.
MEDICINE CAT: Open!
MED. APPRENTICE: Open!

SHADOWCLAN !

LEADER: Closed.
DEPUTY: Open!
MEDICINE CAT: Open!
MED. APPRENTICE: Open!

WINDCLAN !

LEADER: Closed.
DEPUTY: Closed.
MEDICINE CAT: Closed.
MED. APPRENTICE: Open!

RIVERCLAN !

LEADER: Closed
DEPUTY: Open!
MEDICINE CAT: Open!
MED. APPRENTICE: Open!

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[CALLIE, ♫]

Hey there, how are you?

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well this is my audition for IVYNOSE a 27 MOON old FEMALE of WINDCLAN to become your brave DEPUTY.

BIO:CLICK!

WHY I WANT THE POSITION:

Well, the reason Ivynose should be the deputy is because of her great personality. Not only is she smart, she is also brave and creative. Everything a cat would need to survive. Not to mention she doesn't have a mate to worry about, so her mind would always be on the work.

Also, because of her body type it would make her an interesting character for the job. Since she is smaller than average cats and all. Her history will also contribute to this.

I also want to be a deputy, simply because I want to contribute more to the site. And with a high positioned cat I guess I would be somewhat of a role model for beginners or new members to lookup to. And don't worry. I will be active.

And finally, I think that I personally am fir for the position because I am a literate writer and I am friendly. Of course, it is up to you all and if you don't see me fit, that's okay! I wish everyone luck!

RP SAMPLE:

Her eyes opened and she pulled the covers off of her groggily. She had just taken a nice nap, exactly what she had needed. But now her work time was coming near and she needed to leave, well she didn't have to. But this was her job, something she was good at, and she was not going to lose it all over a couple more hours of sleep. She rose slowly, stretching as she came up from the comfort of her queen size bed and into the grasp of gravity once again. It seemed when she was asleep, she was on a cloud, but now she would have to be ready for her aching muscles to react to her putting weight on them.

She didn't have time to shower again, but she had already taken one this morning so she didn't really worry about it. She immediatley made her way over to her pristine white marble bathroom. Her hazel eyes glanced into the mirror, she though she looked perfect. Messy hair, no make-up, nothing. But she knew that the men would much rather have her all dolled up than just natural. So she did just that, layering on a thick amount of mascara, eyeliner, and lipstick. Now she looked even better for a man who had nothing better to do than watch a pretty woman strip.

She had been doing this for three years now, starting when she was nineteen years old. She hadn't really planned on being a stripper, she was going to go to college but her parents couldn't afford to send her. So now she was here, working as a stripper, but at least it was something she liked to do. She had always loved dancing, even as a child. She had danced all throughout high school until her junior year where she started having an anorexic problem. She had to go to treatment throughout her junior and senior year, and was cured. Yet, she still doesn't like to eat much food.

One of her fears was getting fat, the other losing her job. Her whole job depended on the tips that she recieved from her lovely clients. She noticed that skinnier strippers got more tips, while the more chubby ones didn't. She didn't feel sorry for them though, they had let themselves get to the point of being chubby in the first place. So they had no one else to blame but themselves. Plus it gave her a better chance of recieving bigger tips, which payed for her house and nice furniture.

She packed some other clothes in a large juicy couture bag that she always brought with her on trips, anywhere. It was a large purse, but she kept clothes in it instead. It was just white with pink polka dots and said juicy couture on it all over the place. She loved designer brands. She slipped a corsette, a somewhat sexy top, and large red heels. She debated whether or not to wear her red wig that night, and decided against it. Although it would match, she'd rather have her messy hair out. It made her seem more sexy, or she thought so.

California was her name, it was also on her license plate of her midnight blue Volvo. It really said CALL1E, because CALLIE had already been taken. She didn't mind though, it was close enough. She opened the door to it, and threw the bag on the passenger seat next to her. It took her around twenty minutes to get to work with the minor traffic surrounding her. But she arrived and got out of her car, grabbed her bag, and slammed the door. She clicked the lock button on her keys and began walking towards Mist, the place where she held her current occupation.

She went in through the back changing rooms, changed into her stripper outfit and walked into the show club. The show wouldn't begin for a tad bit longer, so she decided to talk with a few of the girls surrounding her. She didn't really know or like any of them, so she spoke very little and it wasn't very interesting. She heard the door to the changing room shut and knew someone else had just arrived.

A sweet voice spoke, and California recognized it as Harlow. They worked a lot of the same shifts and seemed to run into eachother alot. Harlow asked if she remembered her, of course she did. Then spoke of when her shift ended. "Of course I remember you Harlow."

" California smiled sweetly, finally someone she could really talk too. But she knew their conversation would be cut off by the show. The music was just starting. "Sorry, but i'm not sure when my shift ends tonight. I'm sure someone will tell me."" Basic California, she never knew what was going on unless she was the one making it happen.
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[LISE。]

shadowclan leader audition!

SO HERE'S MY DEAL.

Hay there, my name's Lise. It's really Lisette but people only call me that when I'm in trouble. 8) So you can call me just Lise or whatever! I'm auditioning for the part of ShadowClan Leader, in case you couldn't tell from the large bold orange text up above. (((8 I'd like this position not only because ShadowClan is boss but also because I have a lot of fun playing "evil" or "mean" characters. (Not that ShadowClan cats are always mean or evil, but you know. They're not particularly nice.) I think I could do the train of bad leaders a good justice by putting Hollowstar into that spot, because he's kind of a bastard but a talented one at that. His application is right here in case you want to check it out!

I've been roleplaying for seven or eight years now, so I'm fairly good at being literate and keeping up my word count. I didn't always write Warriors, but the majority of what I started roleplaying on was Warriors, so this holds a special spot in my heart. <3 My sample post follows!

The night came with a bit of pressing arrogance, falling upon the territory like a thick, damp blanket. The ground felt warm, though, Rasputin noticed; it was almost pleasant, but more disconcerting than such. As the broad-shouldered tabby cat progressed across the border, he felt the gentle prickle of the night along the nape of his neck, the faint whisper of the distant wind, the gentle lick of a chilling breeze digging its fingers into his fur.

Disgusting. He had an odd dislike for these territories, these places where cats congregated together. Perhaps it was a sort of defense mechanism; they gathered together to keep each other safe. But when did anything good come of that? When you protected each other, no one except the fighters became good at fighting. Rasputin had some ideas about these clan cats, these cats that were not domesticated but rather tame - at least to him. Maybe his view was a little skewed from his childhood; but from what he had gathered, most of these cats appeared rather useless.

How useful could you be, when you had everyone else doing your work for you?

Needle-sharp claws kneaded into the ground as Rasputin paused, crouching amongst the grass. He wasn't very sure as to why he was really here tonight. He assumed that it was to sate what little curiosity he had of the clan cats. The handsome tabby tom blinked fierce amber eyes in the dark, peering through the blades of grass. Silence, and the slight whisper of the chilly wind. It nicked his ears and murmured words that he couldn't understand.

Wasn't there a patrol, or something? Didn't they check their borders? Rasputin was becoming more and more unimpressed with these cats and their 'nobility'.

Deep down, he might have encroached upon the StormClan territory because he wanted to answer a question. Why didn't he crave companionship? Was it a need to be a solitary achievement, to be the only thing that people saw when they looked at him? He wanted to be recognized for his achievements, not him and that other cat. He wanted cats to blink in respect when they heard his name. And if that required instilling fear, too, then he was willing to go to those lengths. But was he willing to take on a companion? No. And this thought, the idea that he could hardly stand to be around others, perturbed him.

He found himself unable to leave the thought alone.

Rasputin straightened from his crouch (deciding that he had nothing to hide from, as these cats seemed entirely lazy about patrolling borders) and began wading further into the territory. The air tasted odd, he thought with brief contempt. Not like his usual hang out, near the two-legs, where the air tasted of oil and dirty quarters; but the air here, he found, was not as pleasant as he'd heard other cats describe. In fact, he found it almost repulsive.

Get a hold of yourself, Rasputin, he chided himself silently as he made his way leisurely further in. Contempt for things you do not understand leads to folly, and we cannot afford that.

"Right," he said out loud to no one in particular, ears twitching to catch any noise. "Because folly leads to failure, which is inexcusable."

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[Kopa]

Position: ThunderClan Leader
Why?: I've roleplayed this very cat as leader of clans on other sites before, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I also am a huge fan of ThunderClan, it being my favourite Clan of the original four.
Cat: Silverstar
Name: Kopa
Skills: I've roleplayed as the leader of clans multiple times on other roleplay sites, and have been staff on several.

Sample Post:
[[Not sure if you wanted a write up of a brand new post for here, or just an example of a pre-existing post, so here's an example, and if you want a new one written, just say. ^^]]

Spirit felt sorry for the woman in front of him, she looked absolutely knackered.

However, when she greeted him, she gave a warm smile and was even giggling at Bachuru, Spirit let out a small sigh of relief. At least her spirit wasn't dampened by her work load. "I'm sorry to disturb you at such a busy time." He said, just as Bachuru grew bored of his stropping, instead stamping around on Spirit's head until he found a comfy spot and fell asleep.

"You want to see the Deino? Let me get someone to help you."

The woman's words were kind, and Spirit thanked her silently with a small bow, as she turned to get him some help.

He then turned to the man she addressed, assuming this was Josh. He gave him a smile, and nodded as Josh held the door open for him, swiftly walking through it so that he wouldn't be waiting long. "Thank you very much." He told Josh, also giving a bow to him. Each bow waking Bachuru up and making him even more stroppy.

Spirit then made his way to room five, stopping at the door. He took a deep breath, and held it, as he placed his hand on the doorhandle. He hoped that the Pokémon on the other side would like him, he was so eager to help one of these Pokémon, and being a Dragon-like Pokémon himself, he felt a connection to this one.

Letting out the breath, he opened the door.

The room was fairly simplistic. It was only a small room, just enough for the small Pokémon that he was going to see to play in. On the far wall, straight ahead of Spirit, was one little window, covered in bars, presumably so that the little Dragon didn’t escape. On the floor, scattered around, were a few chewed up toys. All of thee sat on a little round blue rug that was tattered at the edges, presumably torn by tiny but sharp teeth and claws. Spirit’s thoughts were interrupted by a tiny little squeak from on top of his head, however. He looked around, wondering what the little Joltik was squeaking at, and finally noticed the small Dragon Pokémon sitting in amongst all the torn toys, his eyes completely covered by his messy black fur, making Spirit wonder if the Pokémon had even noticed them yet.

Spirit closed the door behind him, giving the Pokémon a warm smile, despite not being sure if he could see. He slowly but confidently made his way towards the little Dinosaur-looking Pokémon and crouched down close to him, but not too close, he didn't want to scare or offend him.

"Hey there, my name's Spirit." He said, gently. "And this little fuzzball is Bachuru." He plucked the yellow bug off of his head, the bug had stopped stropping as soon as he'd set his four eyes on the Deino, and placed him down on the floor.

Bachuru curiously scuttled over to the Deino, staring at him, head to the side, before chirping happily and extending his tiny little claw for the Deino to shake.

[S P L I T ♥]

DUSTSTORM
andi'm sorry i couldn't catch you 'cause i was learning how to love

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&BASICS;

DEPUTY OF THUNDERCLAN for DUSTSTORM

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&WHY;

Quite frankly, I want the position because I believe I could have a strong character to fill in the role as a Deputy. I'm also used to Roleplaying Medicine Cats; so I want to try something different for once. xD That, plus I don't want to be a Leader right off the bat. In my opinion, I would rather see the struggles that may happen if he were to ever become Leader.

I'd be good at the position because I have real life experience at being a leader, and I can put that into story format. Roleplaying a leader should be something I could do with ease. As well, I'm active and I know I will continue to put a lot of effort into the site. Also, I've been roleplaying for seven years, so I have a ton of experience under my belt.

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&RP SAMPLE;

As rain began to fall from the sky, he looked up, feeling some of the dirt and grime from the travels beginning to ease away, while others stuck with not nearly enough to wash it all away. He shook his pelt, looking around. "Alright, I think StarClan is beginning to tell us we should head back to camp," He said to the hunting party behind him.

He picked up his own catch, and turned tail, walking the way back to camp. When the group arrived, eyes lit up to see that the hunting party had returned safely - and with food. Things still weren't perfect since the move to the new lands. The Valley was nice, yes... but it was still new.

Dropping the prey in the Fresh Kill pile, he looked toward an Apprentice who hadn't gone on the trip. "Silkpaw, it's your turn to bring food to the Elders," He said, stretching out his legs. "Get Quietpaw to help if you need to."

He stepped aside as the two Apprentices ran up obediently, chatting about training and hunting. They each grabbed as much as they could carry before tottering off to the Elder's den, leaving Duststorm to himself. He grabbed a hare from the pile and then trotted over to the Leader's Den, smiling and pausing at the entrance.

"May I come in?" He called, his tail swishing slightly. "I come bearing gifts."

"Come in, Duststorm," the leader chimed. He picked up the hare again, walking into the den, now.

He found the leader resting on her bedding, cleaning her pelt. When he dropped the hare and sat down, she stopped, looking up at him. He grinned. "We got caught by the rain." He said, almost as an apology to his own dirty pelt.

The leader laughed and smiled. "It's alright, Duststorm. Shall we eat?" She then took the liberty out of taking the first bite. Duststorm bent down his head and took a bite himself, enjoying the savory flavors of his favorite meal.

"Whitekit and Silverkit are almost six moons," Dusstorm chatted. "It'll be the first batch of new Apprentices since we arrived in The Valley."

The Leader flicked her ear, taking another bite before answering. "I suppose they'll be in need of a mentor, hm?" She said. "I don't suppose you'd want to be a mentor, would you?"

Duststorm's eyes darted to the leader, amazement filling him. "Me? Really? I'd be honored." He mewed.

The Leader smiled. "Great. Now, let's finish up our meal. Then I have some business to attend to with the Deputy, if you don't mind."

I nodded. "Of course," He purred, taking another bite. The two finished the hare in silence, before he wished her good-bye and left the Leader's den. On the way out he saw the Deputy and paused to tell him that the Leader was looking for him, before he slipped out of camp.

He began to run, not sure which way he was going. When a new scent crossed his path, he reared and changed paths, continuing throughout the territory. He ran through the territory continually, until he froze to a halt. His senses were assaulted. He was positive he was still within the ThunderClan border, but he smelt a fresh taste of ShadowClan. His nostrils flared, he quickly rushed and reaffirmed the ThunderClan border before rushing back to camp. When he entered, several other cats looked up, including the Deputy,who seemed to be out of his meeting with the leader.

He moved at a swift pace towards the deputy, trying to calm himself. "ShadowClan is moving their border closer into ThunderClan territory. It was just recently; I reaffirmed our own border before coming back here."

The Deputy nodded thoughtfully. "Thank you for that information, Duststorm. I'll go inform the leader. Take ease, my friend." When the Deputy left, the fur on Duststorm's back began to settle from its inflamed state. The others peered curiously around, having heard the conversation. Duststorm knew at once this would be no good for the clan, and at once, he lifted his head up and began to show how he was not daunted by ShadowClan's threat.

No matter what, if fear was seen within even a single Warrior, the feeling could spread on. So, he was brave.

He couldn't be the one to blame for a panic.

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&FIN;

( and i'm still learning how to love )
the storm .. elenowen

[Moony]

Leader of the River cats

The cat?- Creekstar

The link?- fiatlux-rpg.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=characters&action=display&thread=31&page=1 Kad told me it was accepted but she had togo.


My name?- Moony

Why me?

I have been roleplaying for Seven years. I've been roleplaying cats, wolves, horses, and dogs. I get along well with everyone and I consult admins. I am willing and love to help new people, well anybody really!

The example-

Dusk was approaching, all too quickly, strong legs struck out violently toward the ground. The body and mind were desperate to reach the meeting place. ‘This has to stop! I cannot let this happen to them,’ was all that the mind could think. Massive strides were extended as the body weaved around dark looming trees, a growl growing in the deep set chest. Suddenly the trees around him broke, as he rushed headlong into a clearing. The site before his all-seeing ocean blue eyes made him stumble as he slid to a stop. “Blood,” was all he could manage to whisper.

His family lay before him, mangled, and covered in sickly sweet crimson blood. His pups lay scattered and torn, and he wished he lay dead with them. His grieve hit him like a bull moose’s antlers against his chest. A voice stroked his ears; his mate’s sweet bell like voice was calling his name, “Blue… Blue, Blue!” The wolf looked around quickly and saw her golden orbs, staring at intently his shaking terrified form.

He ran to her unable to help himself, she backed away from him keeping the same distance away from him. His heart broke as she moved away from him. Her voice broke the silence around him, but instead of making him feel warm her words chilled his bones, “The pack is gone, you will die, and soon. I need you to spread my words to as much as our race as possible before your demise.” He was frozen in place, unable to speak, as she spoke of his fast approaching death.

Her words continued to chill the air around them, “The death of a pack will bring on the death of our world. The pack will be reginized by the pups the mother, as white as snow, will give birth to. One will be as silver as the man’s bullet, while the other will be as golden as the sun. These pups will hold the power of the universe in their claws and wits. Their death will only bring an end to us all. They must not be killed.” The spell on him lifted as she grew silent. He blinked and she was gone, as if she was nothing more but smoke.

He traveled for the rest of his short life telling the world of his mate’s prophecy. He didn’t take care of himself, driven mad by the need to do his dead mate’s bidding. He was murdered, in cold blood, by the same beasts that had killed his pack only six moons before his untimely death. His time telling every creature he saw the bone chilling story his love had told him was not in vain. The words spread throughout the world, and passed down throughout the generations, mutating, and leaving out the crucial part about the colors of the pups. While this was all happening, death was spreading as if it was a wild fire. The evil was growing, slowly opening it’s ugly blood shot eyes looking for its next victim.

[» kadenza]

WINDCLAN MEDICINE CAT

Hi there, I'm Kadenza, and I'll be applying with Spottednose for the position of Medicine Cat in WindClan. The reason I'm applying is because I absolutely adore roleplaying Medicine Cats, and I can't wait to be apart of WindClan. The reason I think that I (and Spottednose) deserve this position is because I'm active, literate, and Spottednose had the right characteristics to be a good, stable Medicine Cat who can handle an Apprentice under her belt whilst helping WindClan. The link to her biography is here. I hope that you guys deem me fit to play the position !

MY EXAMPLE

The streets were cold enough to cause a few shivers to trail down the Pitbull's spine. Sure, it was spring, but the cold ground hadn't quite released the grip of winter. His nails clicked on the asphalt, his crimson pelt keeping him warm enough. The air that nipped at him wasn't nearly as cold as the ground, but the gray sky that churned promised rain later. With a small growl to himself, he continued down the ground, following his trusty nose towards the raw scent of fish that hung in the air. Inferno was elegant as he moved, his limbs moving at almost a rhythmical state. However, he did have a slight limp in his back legs. Except from the minor - yet quite obvious - problem, he was as graceful as one floating through the clouds. With hardly a glance, he walked through the city. He walked past many interesting sights, but his curiosity was not long enough held to actually stop and investigate the places he saw. His tarnished body brought him closer towards the smell of fish. Maybe if he looked around this place enough, he could find himself a meal. You could see his ribs by now, and he hadn't eaten in almost a week. His pelt hardly had any luster anymore. He was proud of himself anyways. He was not perfect, oh no, he hadn't been spoiled. Not even as a puppy. He gulped air down into his lungs, and frowned. He wouldn't let thoughts of his history take away from his perfected nonchalant mood.

It hadn't been too long ago that a fire had raided the house that he resided in with his imperfect family. The family consisted of the father, whom Inferno loyally called 'Booze'. Then there was the old lady, the mom, who he called fondly 'Hag'. But there was one person in the family who he loved and cared about, and that's why he risked his life to save her. Sara, Booze and Hag's adorable little daughter. The night of the fire, Inferno had been sprawled out on her bed as she stroked his velvety ears, and kissed his little ebony nose. They'd drifted into a sleep. Eventually Inferno crawled out of the warmth of her embrace in search of some water. He went to his tiny metal bowl, to find it empty of precious h2o. With a small sigh, he made his way towards the front door. Before he made it there, he saw Booze asleep in the wicker chair. His cigarette dangling for his finger. From there, it happened in a flash. It fell down onto the wooden deck, easily catching the old planks in flames. Hag ran out of the door, screaming and cursing. But by then, the fire was too big for her old broom to smack out. Booze and her ran down the road, leaving Sara in the flame ridden house.

He'd decided that it was up to him. He'd ran through the flames, cringing as the warmth licked at his short fur. He wasn't too old then, maybe about a year. He wasn't sure. He didn't count how long his hellish life was. He had no regrets about that night. He'd rescued the girl. She passed out with the smoke, but he led the firefighters that Booze and Hag brought back, to Sara. As he was leaving the house, however, a piece of the terribly made ceiling fell on his hind legs, giving him a bad limp. It haunts him now, but there isn't anything anyone can do about it. When he blacked out, he was placed in the vet's. However, before they could do anything drastic about his injuries, he fled, and passed out from pain in an alley. He awoke with surgical tape on him, since he'd been to worried about getting away before getting it off. But back to reality, Inferno had made it to his destination. He looked over the side of the pier, taking a deep swig of the salty air. It was refreshing, and it washed away the pain that had been lingering in his body for so long. With a small sigh, he continued down the pier, before a crash of thunder, and lightning illuminated the cloudy sky. He'd noted the clouds earlier, but it was fast for a storm to whip up.

Inferno glanced around him, and sat down. Again, thunder crackled around him, making the air feel like sheer static. With a shiver down his spine, he glanced up. A fork of lighting a few moments after the crash, forked towards him. His eyes widened. He jumped back, his hair standing straight up on his hackles. In a flash of bright light, the place he used to be sitting, was a ebony patch of burned wood. From the small burn, a flame crackled up. His eyes sunk instantly, and his head buzzed. He collapsed, his head in the direction of the fire. His body was pressed to the wooden pier, his back legs seemed to be paralyzed under him. The fire seemed to bring back the pain, and he practically hurled himself back in time, to when the walls of his house were brought down with flames. The fire was a pain he couldn't erase, but he could push away. Luckily for him, this panic attack wasn't as serious as the first time he saw fire since the accident. He was even mildly interested in the dancing flames. He lay on the ground, his eyes watching the little flames flicker and dance on the spot. Sometimes an ember would jump out from the fire, and Inferno would flinch back.

He wished that the hypnotic movements of the fire would just stop, that the sky that looked about ready to crack in half and flood the ocean, would just let some rain fall down from above. However much he pleaded with the heavens, he was conflicted. For even though a great pain was on his heart, it wasn't as though the fire actually harmed anything he cared about, except for his back legs. He wasn't sure though. Maybe Sara died that night. The smoke could have stopped her breath. Maybe she didn't see another day of her young life, just because he didn't get the firefighters in there fast enough. He gulped down his saliva over a small bump in his throat. The guilt was enough for him to whimper, and lay his head down on his front paws. He tried to move his back legs, and to his surprise, they twitched slightly. With a happy lopsided grin, he stood up, and looked down on the fire, and sighed. Maybe he could heal. Maybe the pain would eventually wash away. He sighed softly.

[» kadenza]

RESULTS ARE IN !

Auditions are still open for several positions, but until then to start up some roleplaying, here are the winners for the positions that have auditioned. Congrats! also is it just me, or does none of us seem very competitive? kek.

THUNDERCLAN LEADER: Silverstar by Kopa.
THUNDERCLAN DEPUTY: Duststorm by Split.

WINDCLAN LEADER: Goldenstar by Echo.
WINDCLAN DEPUTY: Ivynose by Callie.
WINDCLAN MEDICINE CAT: Spottednose by Kadenza.

RIVERCLAN LEADER: Creekstar by Moony.

SHADOWCLAN LEADER: Hollowstar by Lise.

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Congrats! If you'd like to try out still, the following positions are OPEN.

ThunderClan Medicine Cat: OPEN!
ThunderClan Med. Apprentice: OPEN!

ShadowClan Deputy: OPEN!
ShadowClan Medicine Cat: OPEN!
ShadowClan Med. Apprentice: OPEN!

WindClan Med. Apprentice: OPEN!

RiverClan Deputy: OPEN!
RiverClan Medicine Cat: OPEN!
RiverClan Med. Apprentice: OPEN!

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[GOLDIE]

riverclan deputy audition !

INTRO, This right here is an audition for AMBERFUR, a TOM who after 53 MOONS hopes to become DEPUTY. His bio is HERE.

WHY, I feel I'm very skilled at leading, and roleplaying/muse isn't typically a problem for me. I get along with everyone and I'm very concise, clear, and kind with my critiques on biographies. I typically entertain playing leaders, so I feel a slight change of pace would be good for me as well.

EXAMPLE, The tom went about merrily enjoying himself and thoroughly unaware that neither the she-cat or the homosexual tom was looking in upon his private time. In his fragmented mind there was an impenetrable bubble surrounding him, cloaking him from these invaders of his own pseudo-family. the word family jarred his mind a bit, causing images long barred to jell from their resting place within his subconscious and surface at the gates of his thoughts. they had him, like a puppet made of clay in the palm of their god-like hands. he eased himself into the soothing current as if trying to wash the searing images from his mind; he knew it was a futile attempt, that they were forever to be branded into the back of his mind. at the notion of never leaving his skeletons behind in some closet his mood began to take on a dark tint, shaded with the mire of his mood swings and gaping personality flaws. although love was as pointless as fishing in a frozen river he couldn't help but want a thing to at least need him beyond screeching orders and being the responsible one.

He snarled at himself, rolling onto his back and to his stomach again (only this time trying to cleanse himself of his grouchy mood). Amberstar very rarely hated being leader but in this current timeframe he loathed the position more than usual. He had never been more than, essentially, a thing. Some device or tool used in revenge schemes and now here he was, double-checking pointless patrols and begrudgingly being the ideal adult. He set the example for a Clan of what, twenty or thirty some cats? Absurd. Everything in that clearing looked up to him to do the right thing, say the proper thing, wipe all their rear-ends after they were done making dirt. It was beyond absurd, the fact that they all acted like freakin' kits half the time. "Can I do this Amberstar, should I do this? What would Amberstar say?" Who gives a flying starling, take initiative, break the rules. That was all he did for 30-some moons - did everything they daren't not do because - oh no! - what if their leader got mad?

At the tender caress of the reeds falling together as a body brushed them, the leader stiffened by instinct, not ready yet to attack because he knew he'd probably kill whatever it was if he did. Then Silverstep spoke and he relaxed only a margin, still retaining the unimpressionable and stoic demeanor he usually reserved for Gatherings. He'd been caught in a tender moment of his mind; to lower his reserve would surely bring forth subjects he didn't quite want to discuss out in the open. His mind provided enough of a force on it's own. He managed to force, "Just taking a break." through his rigid lips, then abruptly loosening, cocking his head at the tom. He smirked, barely, before lashing his body around - already sensing the presence previously concealed to him - and streaking directly through the bushes, hoping to pin the spy and catch them thoroughly off guard.

[- ѕtorm.]

shadowclan medicine cat audition !

Intro:

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Hey! You can call me Storm, or any other similar nickname you can come up with. This is my audition for the position of ShadowClan medicine cat, with my new character, a 30 moon old male by the name of Coldheart.CLICK for his bio.

Why?:

I think Coldheart would be a very amusing medicine cat, with his conceited and arrogant personality. He’s unlike the usual, kind StarClan-loving medicine cat. Instead he’s quite afraid of StarClan and far from kind. Even though he doesn’t show it very often, Coldheart loves to heal his clanmates. He enjoys the smell of herbs and the feeling of being helpful, but he would never tell anyone this. Death especially scares him, and so does failure.

Medicine cat is probably my favourite position and I really love roleplaying them, especially at half-moon meetings. I think they’re very mysterious and interesting, with their deep connection to StarClan and their prophetic dreams. This makes them even more fun to roleplay than the average warrior/deputy, since they’re so different from the other Clan positions.

I’m a literate-advanced roleplayer, so I have no problem with longer posts. I usually reply fairly quickly to posts and I’ll try my best to keep active. With summer coming, I’ll have a lot of free time to roleplay Coldheart. ^^

Roleplay Sample:

This is with my character on another site, who is a medicine cat apprentice.

Narrowing his eyes, Cloudpaw knew at once that this tom would annoy and frustrate him. Dawnsky had left him in charge, although she had told him not ‘attempt’ to heal any cats and instead wait for her to come back. She said she would only be gone for a little while, yet the tom felt as if she had been gone for many, boring moons. But, that really didn’t mean much. Cloudpaw could be extremely impatient at times, which definitely wouldn’t make him a great medicine cat, even if he could tell the difference between Marigold and Borage.

"Can I trust you enough not to mess up and put deathberries instead of herbs on this? Or are you not sure you'd kill me or not?"

“If you don’t shut up, I might accidentally do that," he growled to the apprentice, his tail flicking irritably. Cloudpaw was quite used to cats teasing and insulting him because of his poor medicine cat herbs, although it definitely still annoyed him.

Taking a step forwards to examine the wound, Cloudpaw could have sworn that he saw a small smile on his clanmate’s face. It was gone a heartbeat later, though, and Cloudpaw assumed it must have been a trick of the light. It was awfully dark in the medicine cat den, which was one of the drawbacks of living in a cold, damp cave.

“Hmph. I remember you,” he said grumpily, sniffing Blizzardpaw’s shoulder before padding off to the back storage and grabbing a few random herbs. “You were in here a lot,” he stated, glancing at the herbs with confusion in his eyes. “Didn’t you almost die, or something? It’s a shame you didn’t,”he added, still pondering over which herb to use.

There were a few herbs in front of him, none of which he knew the name of. Thinking hard, Cloudpaw vaguely remembered something about Horsetail, which seemed like an important herb. He knew it had something to do with healing wounds, but he couldn’t exactly remember what it was. Shrugging, the medicine cat apprentice picked up the herb he thought was Horsetail, ready to place it on Blizzardpaw’s wound.

Hesitating, Cloudpaw was once again at a loss for what to do. Was he supposed to just put it on the wound, chew it up or do something else? Was Horsetail even the right herb? These many questions confused the young apprentice even more, so he simply threw the herb on the ground in frustration. With a glance at Blizzardpaw, he walked back to the herb storage, glancing around quickly. The small cave smelled so strongly of unknown herbs; any one of them could be for open wounds. Yet again, Cloudpaw vaguely remembered one of his tortuous training sessions. Dawnsky had been teaching him about something that stopped the bleeding in wounds. Why was it so hard to remember? Cloudpaw stared at the stone wall, thinking hard. He must have fallen asleep in that training session, or perhaps it had been really boring. But, he could remember something. Vaguely, he could recall that it had something to do with spiders. Could spiders be put on a wound? Shaking his head, Cloudpaw passed the little storage cave, frustrated and sick of his job. Just as he was about to give up, the apprentice suddenly remembered the remedy, which actually wasn’t an herb at all.

Grabbing some cobwebs, Cloudpaw quickly walked back to Blizzardpaw, triumph in his eyes. “Here, this might kill you or it might stop the bleeding,” he said, slapping the cobwebs on his clanmate’s shoulder. “I don’t know which it will do. I just thought I’d give it a try.”

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[Emma]

Position; RiverClan medicine cat
Why?; I think that Willowheart has a fitting personality to be a medicine cat.
Cat Applying; Willowheart ♥
My name; Emma
Why I think I'm good enough; I've done a lot of roleplaying the past five years. I love helping others out; especially when it's a whole group of people. I feel better if I'm actually contributing to the cause rather than standing on the sidelines. c: That and I really want to get involved with any future plots.

Roleplay Sample(s);

Number One;

Silence. Cold. Nothingness.

The wind blew over the grotto, sending flakes of snow blowing across the way. It was quiet. Quiet and cold. Crunching sounds echoed around the trainer as she stepped, leaving small footprints in the snow. Her hands were in her pockets, her chin tucked into her scarf. Walking around in the cold to find pokémon was apparently something Casandra just had to do. She hadn't even caught any Ice types yet and was craving some new team members. Her goggles were down over her eyes, shielding them from the blowing wind that seemed to slice through the air. "Ugh." She muttered to herself.

The trainer absolutely refused to let Shogi out of his pokéball; she didn't want him freezing to death like she was. Her team was tucked safely in their balls in her purple bag that laid on her hip. It bounced off her hip as she walked, random things jingling around. This is absolutely ridiculous. What the hell am I even doing? Casandra only buried her face deeper into her scarf, deciding that she was too far in to turn back. More footsteps sounded around her and she stopped abruptly. Someone else was here and she secretly hoped it wasn't another pokémon; her fingers were too cold to even unzip her bag.

Squeezing her fingers up in her coat pockets, she scanned the area, trying to locate the owner of the footsteps. Sadly, the wind was blowing so much now that she couldn't see even ten feet in front of her. "Fffff- this is stupid." She muttered. "Hello!" The trainer yelled against the wind, doubting that anyone even heard her.

Number Two;

When the man hit the desk, Casandra could have swore that she jumped ten feet in the air. "Holy shit, you scared me!" She said, her face turning bright red at the rude word she just used. Covering her mouth suddenly, she muttered a quick "sorry" before sighing softly. Her eyes wandered from the assistant to Gorin, the blush slowly going away.

"Uhm, I am here for a gym battle." She said in response to Gorin's somewhat sarcastic sentence. As the man stomped his way down the hall, the walls seemed to shake, and items on the wall rattled enough to fall down. Casandra kept her hands on her bag's strap as they walked, afraid that she would fall over with all the stomping around.

When Gorin took his place on the opposite end of the floor, Casandra made her way to hers, taking a deep breath. Okay, this is it. We can do it...I hope. She thought to herself. She had confidence in her pokémon, just not herself at the moment. "Okay, I can do this." She said aloud, reassuring herself.

Number Three;

The wind wafted through the area as Casandra took her first steps toward her first gym battle. This weather was perfect. Too bad the battle would be staged inside the gym. She sighed softy as walked further, standing in front of the gym doors. It was a big day for her and her team. This would be their first trainer/gym leader battle. Casandra couldn't help but be excited by the fact. She still hadn't gotten her companion pokémon yet, but she could do without the helper for a little while longer.

As the doors to the gym slide open with a soft schlik sound, Casandra took a step inside, taking the environment in. Looking around for a bit, she kept walking before finding her way to the front desk. "Uhm, I'm here for a gym battle." She said quite loudly as there was no one awaiting her at the desk. You'd think they're be someone here because it's a gym... she thought to herself.

Extra Information; I am capable of longer posts, I promise. ;u;

[Ruupunk]

Hi, I’m Ruu! I would make this application fancy and prettiful but, yanno, sometimes simple is good too. =3

I present to you Leopardheart the RiverClan warrior (you can view him here); he wants to be the RiverClan deputy, yes he does. Why?

He’s a strong warrior, yes, but more importantly is his ability to make decisions and get others to follow him. He can be a leader, and a good one, and he certainly cares for his Clan more than enough to lay down his life for any one of them.

Me? I’ve been roleplaying for over ten years, and a good chunk on those was dedicated to Warriors. I was an admin on a Warriors roleplaying guild on Neopets, and I moved the guild to Avidgamers (a web hosting site that hosted a lot of good roleplays) when Neopets began to get restrictive. When Avidgamers failed I moved everyone to Acornrack, which turned into Spleafnet, and we only died recently when Spleafnet went down without warning and took all of our contact info. Nonetheless I have experience being in an adminly-position, and I have experience playing cats in leadership roles (I had a leader and a deputy in different Clans). And, just as important, I have already kinda fallen for this site and I would love to help it thrive. =3

Roleplay Sample Angst written for one of my characters on another site. =33

James Archer. He’d given Ky her first kiss, made her laugh, gone exploring with her, taught her how to ride a horse, and kept her safe with strong arms and a loving mouth. He’d taken her in after her rape and sheltered her, surprising the explorer by keeping a respectful distance while simultaneously offering all of the comfort he could. The man had made Ky feel whole again, like she had a renewed purpose in her life.

James Darling Archer- when his old love had shown up on his doorstep a year after mysteriously disappearing- despite all that he and Ky had been through- he’d chosen her, the other woman.

Ky didn’t have words to describe the devastation done to her heart. All of the work Archer had put into “fixing” the girl was undone in a single, emotional moment. She stopped listening as the cowboy tried to explain his reasoning- something about how he felt that Ky could be happier without him, that there were men close to her who wouldn’t continuously screw up and make her cry- and merely stared through him, too stunned to even summon tears. Of course he had chosen Abigail. Abigail wasn’t an inexperienced little girl who was still too shy to even stay undressed in front of the man she’d made love to. Abigail wouldn’t spot a particularly interesting patch of woods in the distance and run off to look, leaving Archer to do chores by himself. Abigail would be the considerate, supportive lover that Ky could obviously not be. In the end I wasn’t good enough to compete. I failed again. Just like I failed my family by not looking like them, and I failed Ray by being selfish...I failed Archer.

Packing hadn’t taken long, not when Ky always kept her belongings in her bag anyway. Most of her shinies were already waiting outside, either equally depressed or furious at Archer. Somehow Ky managed to keep her anguish from her face as she told Archer to keep What, because even though he was Bonded to her, the Ooglah liked it here and he wasn’t smart enough to really comprehend her absence anyway. She kept her composure as she embraced Llochlan, whispering an invitation to come visit whenever he wanted. Ky even managed a smile when she promised Ysaedra that she’d make Arkadiy visit often, a fact that the Ore himself backed up.

Riordan was angry, but the violent emotion was more at himself than anyone else (-I should have made you leave him before this happened and you were too attached, I wasn’t forceful enough-). Yoko was positively livid, and he left the house only after promising Archer that he would use his considerable influence in the Weyrd to ruin the cowboy’s reputation and make it virtually impossible for the man to ever purchase anything again, even a drink at the Inn. The other shinies were quiet, sticking by Ky or waiting in the forest ahead of her. What was sleeping in the house, blissfully unaware that his Bond was leaving for good and that he’d never see her again.

Ky never once looked at Archer or Abigail, not even when talking to them. She couldn’t see the two of them together, looking as right as two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly, reinforcing the hard-hitting feeling of being a discarded, broken toy. She loved him more than she had loved anything before, and now she was going to have to suffer through that wilting love alone. When the girl turned and walked off into the trees, she didn’t look back. She could never look back.

[Echo]

the cat

GOLDENHEART FOR WINDCLAN LEADER

--my reasons

I am active, or at least I will be once school's out. I'll be able to come on here for several hours a day, even if I'm not actively checking back here constantly. I tend to lurk more than simply talking, but I can be on daily.

I also have experience, having roleplayed for eight years now, or so. I'm able to reach the 200 word limit, especially with someone who can meet it as well, so there's no worries about me not being able to set a good example.

Goldenheart would be a good leader, due to his personality. I'd also be able to handle the responsibility as I have leadership experience myself.

And so on, and so forth. Sorry, my brain is sapped from too much writing. >.>

--the sample

While stumbling about, making a huge amount of noise, Demetri was quite lucky that he didn’t knock something expensive over and break it. Sure, he owned everything in this house, but he wasn’t inclined to losing valuable possessions or having to replace random items he had broken - it would get too expensive. And, it honestly was a miracle that he didn’t run into any of his many guitars that were scattered all over the house - if even one of them got a small scratch or dent, he’d never forgive himself as he loved them all immensely. They were all very important to him in some way. He also knew that once he was rested enough to actually feel any pain at all, he’d be experiencing a searing headache from hitting his head off the walls and doors with throbbing feet from kicking and walking into furniture. If anyone in his neighborhood had been asleep before his little ‘excursion’ to the door, they weren’t anymore; his house probably sounded as if there was a war going on inside and well, he probably looked the part as well. Hell, if anyone took a look inside his house right now, they’d probably swear some form of bomb had gone off there recently, save for the fact the walls were as yet unharmed. This ‘bomb aftermath’ appearance didn’t just come from his clumsy walk to the door however, and in fact, most of it came from his messy behavior and his ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude. There was no point to caring.

He didn’t really know who he was expecting to see when he answered the door but it definitely wasn’t her. Maybe some stupid salesman or something. Nobody he knew of course since no one here knew where he was living except for Hana and well, she wasn’t here. He’d rather not have people know he had a fairly large house all to himself or to see his large guitar collection - that was just a recipe for fake friends using him for his money. Besides, why would he want people knowing where to find him? Then people could pester him and anyways, he always liked his privacy. But when Demetri saw Hana there in front of him, it was no surprise that he was well...surprised. Honestly, he was convinced she was never coming back since there hadn’t been a word from her since she had left for home and her hospital visit - either she was like, severely injured and couldn’t come back, ever, or she just decided that she wanted to stay home with her parents. Of course, had he the choice of being with his mom again, he’d give up almost everything for the chance. But with his dad...nothing like that at all.

Of course, while believing that the person who has disrupted his nap - you couldn’t very well say sleep considering he wasn’t sleeping and probably wouldn’t have been sleeping - was just some stupid salesman or anther random person he didn’t give a crap about, he was prepared to go back to his room and collapse on his bed. He wasn’t even looking somewhat presentable, wearing no more than a wrinkly shirt and boxers. Actually, he was hoping that whoever it was at his door had believed he wasn’t home and left before he got there; he hated being seen looking anything less than amazing. This was a stupid wish though, as he soon realized. If you’re going to make that much noise walking to the door, no one’s going to believe the house was empty. But still, he could wish, right? But out of anyone in the world it could’ve been, did it really have to be Hana? He had been convinced she’d moved on and forgot about him and had no idea what he could - or rather should - say to her. Honestly, he was terrified it’d be like the awkward first time you meet someone; endless silences that would only be broken by small talk and nervous glances around the room. But yet, at the same time, he was happy to see her. Very happy.

Hana looked the same as normal and in his opinion, that was perfect. Demetri wasn’t sure if she believed him about that yet, still remembering the first time they met when he had said she was beautiful, she had replied by saying that she hated liars. None of this was actually spoken though, just written in the sand but he had meant every word of it, even if at that point, she wasn’t the typical girl he’d fall for. She smiled at him then - mirroring his grin, he realized - with that same smile he knew and loved dearly. Just the familiarity of her smile made a good portion of her nerves disappear; knowing that at least she might be happy to see him made him feel better. There was still doubt in his mind however, as someone’s smile could mean a million different things. Besides, didn’t she say she’d phone him while gone away, or at the very least, text? Yeah, Hana had said that, at least once before she left. And how many calls or messages had he received? None. Really though, Demetri wasn’t all that upset about her not keeping her word and even if he had been, it would’ve just been pushed to the back of his mind. He was just wondering - and worrying - about why she didn’t, and if it had been something to do to him. As she “explained” why she was gone longer than expected, he raised an eyebrow, noting how she was acting like she was hiding something. The fact she wouldn’t look at him while speaking just made this feeling stronger. Finally, when she looked up with an apologetic look on her face, he knew for sure he was right. His own grin faltered slightly but quickly, he regained his composure. “I wouldn’t think you’re one to enjoy the comforts of a hospital room. I’ve heard the beds are uncomfortable and then there’s the food.” Then, he stuck out his tongue and made a face to emphasize his point. “I’m pretty sure hospital food would make cafeteria food look appetizing, and that’s saying something.”

She held out a cookie box in her hands, which he didn’t notice before now, offering a trade and he hesitated a moment, trying to figure out the best way to give her the cat and take the box without showing her the worst of his hand. After that moment was up, and he still wasn’t any closer to a solution, he gave up and handed her the miniature cat with one hand while taking the cookies in the other. He just hoped she was too preoccupied with Belle to notice the fact that his hand was now multi-colored: black and blue and purple. Not a very nice sight. “Oh, so you didn’t just come here to see Belle. I didn’t know that you knew my roommate. Guess we learn something new everyday.” It was now that he smiled; not his usual grin but a genuine smile that showed he was happy to see her. “I missed you too...” His voice was quiet but sincere. Hana was blushing and he ran a hand through his hair nervously, forgetting that he was trying to not draw attention to his injured hand. As he moved aside to allow her entry, if she wanted it, she quickly entered his house and he finally noticed the cast - how could he not when she rested her hand on his shoulder and it weighed more than it ever had. Maybe that was what she was hiding from him? At this moment, Demetri made no comment about it, thinking - or rather hoping - that she’s tell him without being prompted by him. “I wasn’t trying to make you leave. You know as well as I do that most girls are neat-freaks and hate a little mess. It was just a warning.” The entire time he spoke, he barely contained a chuckle. How funny it was that she took his words to mean he didn’t want her there. Was that even possible?

Still, she said nothing about her arm, aside from mentioning it once, but it was an explanation as to why she didn’t text or phone him at all - she didn’t want to worry him. Didn’t she realize that by not phoning, she had just cause him to feel even more worry than a broken arm would cause? Guess not. It took him a while to speak, trying to plan out what he was going to say and phrase it all correctly. “What happened to your arm?” That one sentence was all he could blurt out, even though he wanted to reassure her about not phoning. That plan went down the drain. He had it all planned out too, knew exactly what he was to say but he couldn’t get his lips to form the words. Now concern took over her face and for a minute or two, Demetri wondered why she’d be worried about him - at least he did until he realized just how bad he had to look. He stood for her fussing over him until she rested a hand against his forehead, presumably checking to see if he had a fever. With his bruised - or possibly broken - hand, he pushed her hand aside, once again forgetting he was trying to hide his injury. “No, I’m fine Hana, don’t worry. I’m not sick, just really -" Then he got cut off by yawning. “- just really tired. It’s not a big deal.”

[.x.fearless]

thunderclan medicine cat apprentice audition !!!

--BASICS.
ThunderClan Medicine Cat Apprentice for Horizonpaw

--BIO.
HERE.

--WHY ME?
Because Medicine Cats were always my favorites. In the warrior books my favorite characters are Cinderpelt and Yellowfang. I always admired the Medicine Cats skills at healing their clan mates, and their connection with Starclan. Because of the size of the other Warrior Roleplay Games, I never had a chance at Medicine Cat or Medicine Cat Apprentice. Those positions were always taken by Moderators and people who had been around for five years or so. I have always wanted one of my cats to be a Medicine Cat. To finally feel important in a clan, not just another warrior like I always was. That was one reason I chose to have loners. It would be wonderful if I could roleplay the Medicine Cat Apprentice. I'm a very active player. I love roleplaying and Warriors, the two combined is my heaven. I have a lot of time for roleplaying, and my love for writing makes it even better.

--ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
{ This is with my character, Whitethroat, I have on a different Warriors RP site I'm a member of. }
Whitethroat felt without feeling. It was like a acquired taste - after the initial experience she felt discomfort, but she became accustomed to it quickly. The only difference was that Whitethroat did it out of necessity.
The cold wind ruffled her coat, and the cold from the snow was seeping into her paws. She was intently focused on a lone mouse, the vast meadows stretching out into the far distance. She was a black speck in the whiteness, frozen still as if a part of the hushed, unmoving surroundings. The mouse nibbled some seed, sitting in a depression where the bare snow met the now muddy ground, up on its hind legs with the seed in its paws. Whitethroat had positioned herself down-wind of the creature, and slowly, ever so slowly crept forward.
The mouse didn't notice Whitethroat's presence until it was too late; with a quick dash forward she trapped it with a paw and ended its life.
This was her only solitude, away from the grating, witless and mindless fools that awaited her back at camp. She savored being away from dullness that surrounded the stand of trees, the badger sets where she lived.
Whitethroat could not comprehend how the cats could follow such ignorant lives. The had petty fights, petty loves, petty woes that only concerned them. But there was no reason that Whitethroat could understand for them doing these things, these vapid, imbecilic things. Was it simply for its own sake? For the sake of felinity?

To Whitethroat that seemed like a poor excuse.

Even so, she had to put on a face and bear it through until she succeeded in her goal; to one day control all these cats and put them to good use. To become leader of this dull clan, where she was safe from petty rivalry and shepherd these stupid cats into an era of greatness. Whitethroat had come across this conclusion when listening to the clan leaders squabble before the clans were fully formed; before, she had believed that the role of leader was one only for those stupid enough to care for their clans, to sacrifice their goals for the sake of the clan.
Hah, for the sake of the clan. How often she had heard these words from the mouth of her imbecilic leader, from the mouthes of the leader at the gatherings.
Whitethroat realized then that the leaders showed enormous potential for selfish gain, the only kind of gain that Whitethroat recognized, the only kind that mattered. Whitethroat felt without feeling to masquerade that fact that she did not, in fact, care in the slightest for these petty cats' petty problems. Meadowclan was blessed in full-leaf, but doomed in bare-leaf. The meadows became snowed in, and little prey was to be found anywhere at all in the plains, reserving the cats to hunt only in the small stands of trees that dotted the landscape, and by the streams that made their border with Streamclan. In addition to that, Whitethroat kept a fear close to her heart, behind the many walls that surrounded her mind. A fear of the cold. Starving, hungry, and mindless like the fools that so surrounded her, there was a time that she wanted to forget but could not.

Whitethroat picked up her dead mouse and doubled her tracks out of the pristine snow field and into the comforting pine needles and forest debris of the stand of trees that encircled the meadow.

[Smoot]

Hawksong

is a boy | 41 moons old | && is in shadowclan

Bio

Hello there, My name is Smoot (or Twiggy) and I'm applying with Hawksong for the position of ShadowClan Medicine Cat.


Why Med. Cat? : Back in the days of Neopets I was part of a warriors guild. There were only so many of us and we all had a lot of characters to have all positions filled. I stumbled upon medicine cat. I had no experience with any high ranked positions and really had no clue what I was doing, but I fell in love with it. Medicine cat is such a unique position that I find challenging since you actually have to learn and study a bit to play the role efficiently. I got into it, but unfortunately, my time was brief before the guild died on Neopets and we moved to Acornrack/Spleafnet which, too, died. SO I really haven't been able to develop my character and get into it and I really like Hawksong as a med. cat and would love to give it another go.

Why I'd be good at it : I do have experience with the position and know what it requires. I'm active and dependable and I believe literate enough to handle such a position. Plus, when I like a character like I like Hawksong I really get into it and it seems to be enjoyable for everyone when that happens.

RP Sample : The clan was healthy and prey was thriving at the moment, which was good, but it gave the medicine cat little to do. For a good chunk of time Hawksong had found himself belly deep in the swamp- StarClan knows why- but the tom apparently found something worth his time. Head down, rump up, and tail waving tantalizingly the tom-cat fished around in the mucky soup. A few heartbeats passed and the tom’s tail stopped moving, his rear end gave a little wiggle, and he began pulling backward until there came a sloshing from the swamp followed by a distinctive and nasty pop. Hawksong and his small bushel of mud covered herbs sailed backwards. He quickly regained his footings and waddled his way to sturdier grounds, glancing up at the sky. “Look at the time-“ he gurgled through the gross mass of only-starclan-knows-what. He spat it out and shook his body ridding it of the muck, water, and smell the best he could. It helped little, though. His lovely red-orange pelt was temporarily stained brown from belly down. And his head. He had stuck his head in the swamp and was now blinking back goo while his back and tail remained unscathed. His eyes, bright against the mud covering his face, looked quite pleased despite his situation as he glanced down and recovered his herbs. “-best get a move on.” He finished his thought and took off towards camp, leaving a trail of mud like bread crumbs through the forest as he went.

Back at camp he had a Queen expecting him to check in on her every half hour or so. He had last checked in over an hour ago and knew he was in trouble; the Queen to be was also a first time mother to be, and as the only current Queen, she was also a nervous one with no one in the nursery to help her. He stopped off in his den, spat out his current mouthful, grabbed some poppy seeds and borage leaves, and turned tail to the nursery. He could hear Mossear inside and she sounded quite upset, even with a past Queen soothing her. “I here and I know I didn’t miss anything-“ Obvious by the sounds and smells, “-so don’t you dare touch me.” He meowed as a way of greeting. The warrior took one wiff of Hawksong and bowed out of the nursery with a sympathetic look to Mossear. Both knew Hawksong was a very capable and trustworthy medicine cat, but he had his own way of doing things, and was, at times, just strange. Now was one of those times.

“I think they’re coming.” Mossear warned. Hawksong knew she was right and diligently went to her side. He knew she’d be just fine, but her fears overwhelmed her. Earlier he had brought in some lavender flowers knowing the smell was often soothing, but it seemed to help little. He didn’t want to pump her full of other medicines and risk any complications with the kits, but brought a few things just in case.

He smiled to himself and slid her the borage leaves. They would do little but help her supply and flow of milk for when the kittens came, but Mossear didn’t know that in her hyped up state. “Eat these, they’ll help.” He quickly shoved them towards her before she could argue. Not a lie, but not the truth. Hawksong was smooth.