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Post by ~Moonflower~ on Oct 18, 2008 21:43:37 GMT -5
WindClan needs a Deputy and Medicine Cat! Do you want to be it? Here's the way you need to put your form:
Name: of cat
Clan: WindClan, of course
Gender: Male or Female, Tom or She-cat
Age: of cat, in moons
Rank: Either Deputy or Medicine Cat
Link to Picture: This is optional...
Physical Appearence/Description: Around 5 or 6 sentences, a paragraph.
Personality: This should be at least 2 or 3 paragraphs, or at least 10 sentences.
History: This should be at least 2 or 3 paragraphs, or at least 10 sentences.
Roleplaying Example/IC: This should be at least 3 or 4 paragraphs, or at least 15 sentences.
These auditions have no expiration date...yet! When we get more members, an expiration date will be made, and I will pick the final choice. No complaining or whining that you didn't get the job! It will not be tolerated. I think that's it. Feel free to post for the jobs!
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Post by Hawky~ on Oct 20, 2008 19:42:34 GMT -5
Name:
Hawkwing
Gender:
Tom
Clan:
Windclan
Position:
Deputy
Personality
Hawkwing is calm and rarely gets upset or angry. He takes orders well and will do what he is asked. Very reliable and trustworthy describe him well. Tell him a secret and he will die before he spills it. His temper is very slow but it builds up over time until it explodes and any cat near her when this happens better run away for their lives. He enjoys the company of other cats but being alone doesn’t bother him either. Hawkwing hopes to mentor an 2nd apprentice someday soon and he is that fond of kits. He finds them Cute but apprentices don’t bother him at all. Hawkwing isn’t bloodthirsty or ambitious and prefers hunting over fighting. He will not hesitate to kill an enemy but would rather claw them badly and let them run home to their clan. He is kind but stern and has a great deal of patience. He had to because his sister Petaltail was a bossy kit. Hawkwing tends to hide how he feels and his eyes rarely give off any emotion.
Appearance:
Hawkwing is a White tabby cat. Light stripes are visible in his fur but one must look extremely hard to see them. His pelt appears extremely white and sliver when in the sun and the stripes in his fur are easier to see. His eyes are unusual for a cat. The are light blue or a blue The pupil is dark dark black. Her eyes remsemble a hawk’s eye color and her name came from that. He is large for a Tom and has a muscular body. His legs are long and running is no problem for him. A bunch of scars rest on his body above his left shoulder. Hawkwing’s tail is long, swishy and very slim. It is not very bushy. Sometimes it seems to have its own mind and likes to move instead of keeping still. Hawkwing’s fur is of medium length, about 1 ½ inches long and is very soft. His paws are small...
Short Appearance:
White tabby with pale blue eyes
History:
Hawkwing was born in a litter of three. Himself, and two sisters, Flowerkit and Sedgekit. Sedgekit was taken by a fox and killed. The kit had wanted to leave camp but his sisters didn’t and later on warriors found her dead in the fox’s den. Hawkkit and Flowerkit missed their sister terribly but Hawkkit got over it quickly, Flowerkit was slower about it. Hawkkit felt guilty about Sedgekit's death and vowed to watch out for Flowerkit, which he did. When Hawkkit was made an apprentice to Bluestrike, he was very excited and happy with who she got as his mentor. Bluestrike taught Hawkpaw many things, both about fighting and hunting. Hawkpaw excelled at both and learned quickly. Hawkpaw was better at learning fighting over hunting. One day Flowerpaw accidently took a rabbit from Thunderclan, their father was seriously injured. The fight left her father with injuries between minor and life threatening. One of them got infected; the medicine cat had missed one injury covered by fur at the stump of his tail. He was dead within two days. Unlike his sister, Hawkpaw was very close to her father and was sadden by his death. Hawkpaw’s warrior ceremony took place 6 moons after Flowerpaw’s ceremony. Hawkpaw had been injured in a fight with a badger and was stuck in the medicine cat’s den for a long time. He later received his warrior name after retraining from his injury. Hawkpaw became Hawkwing and he was excited to finally have his warrior name. When he was training, Hawkpaw's injury repeated the boken bone in the same place and his warrior ceromony was farther away. Hia sister, Flowertail later on died when greencough hit the camp. Hawkwing still misses his sister but has moved on.
Family:
Flowerpaw-deceased
Sedgekit-deceased
Nightflame-father-deceased
Smallfeet-mother-elder right now
Love Life:
he doesn't have one right now
RP Example:
Hawkpaw took in a deep breath and opened her eyes. He took a moment to examine her surroundings. Tall trees with thick trunks and leaves the colors of gold, brown, orange, yellow, and red told that fall was here and leafbare was right around the corner. He froze as something moved and he saw it in the corner of his eye. That something was brown and had a big bushy tail. The squirrel stopped and unaware of Hawkpaw began to eat his acorn. Hawkpaw crouched low and watched his prey with careful eyes. 'Wait for the right moment to strike.' he thought to himself. He tensed and then made his move. Hawkpaw leaped from his crouch and the same moment a loud "Hyaaaah" was heard, after the noise came a gray, fluffy furball. The squirrel ran and successfully made its escape. Hawkpaw hissed and glared at the new arrival. "Flowerpaw!" "I almost had it," the apprentice hissed at his sister. Flowerpaw stared at Hawkpaw before turning around and running in the opposite direction. "Oh no you don't, get back here" Hawkpaw yowled and chased down Flowerpaw. This would be the last time that mosuebrain got in the way.
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Post by ~Moonflower~ on Oct 22, 2008 19:53:20 GMT -5
Very nice bio. There were a one or two spelling mistakes, but that's okay. One thing that kinda bothered me was that a couple times you referred to Hawkwing as a her in the Personality and Appearance. Fix this and your bio is accepted. However, you're not the deputy until I make the choice.
If you don't get the part of deputy, you are free to roleplay this cat as a warrior. You've got a pretty good chance, though, since there isn't a lot of members yet, and you're the only one who has posted so far. In three days, I will make the choice.
Hawkwing is the new deputy and Snowfang is the new medicine cat.
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Post by ♰Fickle♰ on Nov 12, 2008 23:09:49 GMT -5
(This is just in case they don't show up on the fifteenth...for Deputy.) Name: Fickleheart Age: 37 moons Gender: Tom Rank: Warrior Short Description: Small brown, ginger and black tortoiseshell tom Description: Fickleheart is a fairly small tortoiseshell tom. He is a mottled black, brown and ginger. His fur is thick, like most of Windclan, to protect himself from the whistling winds. His is thin and wiry, and can run fast. His tail is long and it fluff's out at the tip. His eyes are of the golden shade. He has a scar that is on his neck that makes his voice very quiet and raspy because the wound was deep. His claws are very sharp and his left prominent fang is broken in half. Personality: Fickleheart is a tom with an incredibly outgoing and wild personality. He can seem very unserious and hyperactive at even the most serious of moments and this can be a nuisance to other cats. He loves to show off, especially to kits, apprentices and majorly to the she-cats. He values his pride and his strength. On the outside he acts like a loon but on the inside he is in a world of pain an despair for his lost family. He has a ding in his pride because of the scar on his neck that forces his voice to be quieter than most cats. He enjoys kits and apprentices, because as said before he likes to show off. He wishes he could have a kit but being a tortoiseshell tom makes this impossible for him. History: Fickleheart was born in Windclan. It was a very stormy night during the birth, and his father had been out hunting and caught in the storm. A tree branch near the Thunderclan border struck and killed him on impact. It appeared to Fickleheart's mother that his father, Nativebrush, had died on the exact moment one of her kits was born. She was enraged, and she named the kit Doomkit for she was sure that he had caused Nativebrush's death. Hollyreign, his mother, hated Doomkit within every inch of her life. She never treated him with the kindness she treated Fickleheart, she would not let him curl up with her unless cats were around to see. Fickleheart grew closer to Doomkit every day. He refused to let his mother drive out his brother, his protectiveness grew every day. Soon he would leave his mother to sleep with Doomkit in the night. On the night before the two cat's were to be apprenticed Hollyreign awoke Doomkit. She told him a lie, she told him she loved him and would like to take him somplace so she could make up all the moons of hatred. Fickleheart felt this was an unlikely prospect but it was a dream come true for his brother. Hollyreign left the camp. Ficklekit roused the other warriors into following him. They followed her scent to ThunderClan and the camp in which they live but it was too late. Doomkit was screeching at her paws and when she saw the patrol coming she hurled to poor kit into the ThunderClan Camp. He did not survive. The leader was outraged, but no cat's rage was so blind as Fickleheart's. He rushed his mother and attacked her head on. She slit his throat before the warriors could pull her off of him, and he barely survived the attack. He was not made into an apprentice until several moons. His mother was kept as a prisoner in the Elders den. She is usually heavily sedated with poppyseeds. Denial swamped at him to the point that he nearly went insane, he found himself speaking to his brother during his apprenticeship. He was deeply convinced that the tom still followed him. His mentor, a she-cat who had been Nativebrush's close friend named Shadedjay, felt very worried for Fickleheart. She tried to show him the joys of life during his training. Slowly the emotional trauma left him and he became a warrior with a hyper active attitude on the outside though his guilt eats him alive from the inside. Role Playing Example: The following is from: Warriors: Ancient Stars, my fanfiction...where Fickleheart first came to be! ^^Ficklekit bunched his muscles. His brother was in front of him, but completely oblivious to his prescence. A few more pawsteps. He thought, one, two...his tail twitched. "GRAAAAAAAWR!" The black, ginger and brown tortoiseshell leapt into battle. He pounced on top of his brother with a triumphant yowl. The dark brown tom gasped in surprise and kicked at his belly but to no avail. His golden eyes twinkled as Ficklekit got up and licked his brother's ear, "Got you good."
"Only cuz' you snuck up on me!" Doomkit replied, brown tabby tail twitching, "I'll show you-"
Then a tortoiseshell she-cat stepped from the den. She looked around, and noticing no cats noticed her she hissed down beside him, "Ficklekit is to win every fight. You are worthless Doomkit, don't even think about defending yourself." Doomkit's tail drooped and Ficklekit stared at his paws his stomach churning with guilt. When Hollyreign finally padded away he turned to his brother.
"I'm sorry..."
"That she hates me?" Doomkit said bitterly, "It's not your fault Ficklekit."
Ficklekit stared at the nursery for a few moments, when he was positive that she would not again come out he turned to his brother, "Let's go see if we can get Tiredpaw, Yawnpaw, and Snorepaw to play with us."
Doomkit's ears pricked up, "Okay!" He meowed, Ficklekit bounded over to the apprentices who were in a small group eating. "Hey!" Doomkit yowled.
"Doomkit, Ficklekit, what're doing, where's your mother?" The darkest brown tabby tom of the brothers said, he had lighter brown stripes all over his pelt.
"I'm four moons old." Ficklekit mewed.
"Yeah, she doesn't have to watch out for us all the time, we're almost apprentices." Doomkit boasted. The three apprentices twitched their whiskers in amusement at the two kits.
"Not for two moons yet." Tiredpaw said gently.
"Yes...but it will be soon won't it." Ficklekit let out a squeak of surprise and Doomkit shrunk down onto the cold ground. Hollyreign stood over them, she was staring at Ficklekit as she said, "Growing up so well."
"They are beautiful kits. They'll make wonderful apprentices." Yawnpaw mewed.
"Yes..." She turned her head to the nursery, "Come kits."
As they padded to the nursery and ducked inside Ficklekit caught the look of pure terror in Doomkit's eyes. Hollyreign lay down in her nest and nudged Ficklekit to her belly. Doomkit stood awkwardly to the side, his eyes darting to the entrance. "H-Hollyreign I..."
"Come and sleep with me Doomkit." Hollyreign said, Doomkit's ears flicked up in surprise and he cautiously lay down beside Ficklekit. Ficklekit tamped down the twinge of jealousy but there was something wrong with his mothers voice. He dismissed it though as soon as he drifted into sleep.
When Ficklekit opened his eyes he was somewhere else entirely. His golden eyes flickered about nervously, he was in the middle of a great big clearing with a huge tree in front of him. The branches all jutted out, and on one of them sat a very small black she-cat. She was staring down at him, with love and pride in her eyes. As she stepped from the branch Ficklekit noticed that her pelt sparkled as if it held starlight. "Are...are you a StarClan cat?" Ficklekit croaked.
"Yes my dear, I am. I'm Pixiestar, I used to be leader of WindClan." She meowed gently, "I'm your aunt."
"Leader? Before Ravenstar you mean?" He meowed.
"Yes, Ravenstar was my deputy." She said.
"Wow." He looked at his paws, "Pixiestar, are you here to help me make Hollyreign be nice to Doomkit."
A glimmer of despair swept through her eyes, "I had hoped she would see the error of her ways but I see that is wrong now. She won't stop hating Doomkit, I am sorry for that Ficklekit."
"But your StarClan!" Ficklekit said, "Besides, your the ones who let her ask him to sleep with us."
Pixiestar shook her head, "No, we did nothing..."
"So why is she sleeping with him? If she still hates him..." His eyes went wide, "Is she planning to hurt him! I've got to get back to camp."
Pixiestar barred his path, and Ficklekit stared at her with rage. "Ficklekit, StarClan cats come in the dreams of cats they wish to speak to of very important things. I need a moment of your time."
Reluctantly Ficklekit sat down, "Okay."
"There is a great journey coming upon you Ficklekit, you and three others must travel with the wandering band to where the sky sleeps."
"What does that mean?" Ficklekit meowed, "I don't get it!"
"During the new moon, that is in two days, come to this island. StarClan will leave a scent trail for you to get here. There you will meet with your future partners." Pixiestar's eyes took on a far away look and she bristled suddenly, "Ficklekit!"
"What? What'd I do?!" Ficklekit said, cowering.
"Ficklekit you must awaken now, do not let Hollyreign take Doomkit away from the camp. Do not let her, if she get's him out of camp get all of the warriors. Do you understand?"
"What, why, what's going-"
"Wake up!" Pixiestar yowled.
Ficklekit's eyes flew wide open. His golden eyes focused on the darkness around him, it was after a moment of confusion that he realized he was back in the nursery. Another moment he realized that Hollyreign was talking with Doomkit at the front of the den. Curiously he padded forward until he was beside them. Doomkit turned to him with blazing eyes, "She said she was sorry!"
The cobweb of his dream clung to him, and Ficklekit felt a shudder ripple through his pelt. "Yes, Ficklekit, stay here while I take Doomkit for a quick stroll." She meowed.
"She's showing me ThunderClan territory!" Doomkit boasted.
"You can't leave, it's cold." Ficklekit said, his heart pounding.
"It's only for a moment darling."
"NO!" Ficklekit yowled, Hollyreign darted her eyes to the dens around the sleeping camp. Most of WindClan slept outside and some stirred after his sharp cry. Hollyreign scooped Doomkit into her mouth.
"You stay quiet you hear me?" She said around Doomkit's scruff, "Or I'll be sure you'll become an apprentice only after your twelve moons old."
She stormed out of camp, and Ficklekit almost went back to bed. His mind spun, why had he wanted to keep her in camp again. Suddenly the full rush of his dream exploded into his mind. "Oh no!"
Then he ran to the middle of camp and yowled as loud as he possible could, "HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!" Several warriors shot awake and dashed around him. "Mother's taken Doomkit to ThunderClan!"
"What?" A wailing mew sounded, Devilstrill flicked his black and brown tail, "Dumb kit, get to bed."
"Hollyreign and Doomkit are gone!" Cried Snorepaw. Several cat's flicked their ears.
"Alright, then she couldn't have gotten far." Ravenstar meowed, she had stood beside them, "Markedfang, Devilstrill, Jaggedwhisker, and Kindredspirit come with me. The rest of you stay put here."
"What about me!? I want to go!" Ficklekit yowled.
"No, you won't be able to keep up!" Ravenstar said, then added in a gentler tone, "Just stay here alright?"
"NO!" Ficklekit yowled, several cats gasped and Ravenstar sighed. "Embersong, would you carry Ficklekit along, seems he wants in on this little adventure of his mothers as well."
Ficklekit felt himself lifted gently and he heard Embersong mutter that this was ridiculous bringing a kit. The WindClan cat's ran swiftly but Ficklekit's heart was heavy with fear. He kept hearing Pixiestar's desperate meow. When they reached a stream a new scent he had never smelled before filled Ficklekit's nose. "The crossed here!" Markedfang yowled. Ravenstar plunged over the border and after a moments hesitation her warriors followed.
"She's heading...for the camp." Kindredspirit muttered. Ravenstar picked up the pace.
"This looks an awful lot like an attack, please StarClan don't let-" Devilstrill's meow was cut off when they saw Hollyreign up ahead. Doomkit was cowering at her paws, and Ficklekit noticed how her claws were out. Behind them was the sheer drop to the hard ground below.
"Hollyreign!" Ravenstar yowled, not caring she was in the middle of a territory perhaps. "What do you think you are doing there! Get away from that camp this instant!"
"Camp?" Ficklekit meowed, Embersong gently set her down. Hollyreign whirled. She laughed, a high and merciless laugh.
"Ravenstar I am doing my duty. Duty to my Clan!" She laughed again, and Ficklekit felt Embersong shudder behind him. Several cat's came behind them.
"What are you doing in ThunderClan territory!?" Hissed a skinny brown tom.
"Talk to them Markedfang." Ravenstar meowed, then she turned her gaze to Hollyreign, "Hollyreign, let's get you and Doomkit back to camp alright?"
"I will go Ravenstar, but first I must do my duty." She laughed and Doomkit made a dash to the warriors and safety but she gripped his scruff and slammed him down roughly at her paws. The skinny tom behind them gasped in horror and Markedfang hissed. Doomkit started to cry bitterly.
"Hollyreign! How dare you hurt that kit!" Ravenstar bristled and Hollyreign only hissed and backed away. Her paws were at the very edge of the sheer drop now. Ficklekit felt his stomach plunge.
"It is no kit, it is a cruel spirit come to take over the Clan's! His evilness killed my Nativebrush on his entry." She moaned, "Oh Nativebrush my love..."
"She's insane." Jaggedwhisker yowled.
"Hollyreign. Give. Me. The. Kit." Ravenstar said, Hollyreign scooped him into her mouth and Doomkit wailed. Several more cats were behind them now and Ficklekit could tell that Ravenstar was horrified that they were witness to this.Hollyreign made a step forward and then she leapt back swinging her head as she did and letting go of Doomkit. Ravenstar let out a yowl of fury and Markedfang leapt at her but Hollyreign dodged his paws. Doomkit seemed suspended for a moment and then gravity took hold and the kit plummeted down. He yowled until there was a thud and his mew was cut off. Ficklekit let out a wail of fury and leapt at his mother. Markedfang had to pull his head back at the last minute to avoid biting the kit but Ficklekit dug his claws into Hollyreigns pelt.
"Mouse-dunged foxhearted cold rogue!" He screeched. (Hehehe kitty swears) "My brother, my brother!"
"So...you are like him then?" She leapt on him and Ficklekit yowled in surprise. Her claws raked down his side and pain filled all of Ficklekit. It hurt so badly, why would a cat ever want to be a warrior? Her claws met his throat an instant before Ravenstar threw her off. Hollyreign and the leader faced off and Ficklekit turned over gagging.
"Hollyreign you filthy badger." Ravenstar snarled, she threw herself into Hollyreign with a savage yowl. The two she-cats tussled, and then fell over the edge. Other: It IS possible for a cat to abuse kittens. For one Hollyreign was driven insane with grief, and for two cat's have been known to refuse to suckle or care for certain kittens. Some cats even kill their babies. I suppose Ravenstar could have been the leader before Breezestar, and Markedfang could've died giving his deputy position to her. Also it is just an example sooo... |
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Post by ~Moonflower~ on Nov 14, 2008 9:15:40 GMT -5
If he doesn't show up tomorrow, then you're in.
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Post by ~Moonflower~ on Dec 4, 2008 18:56:56 GMT -5
*sigh* Unfortunately, due to inactivity, both my original deputy and medicine cat have failed to be active. I have found out the reason for Hawkwing's disappearance not too long ago, but by then, I had already appointed Fickleheart as deputy. Congratulations Fickle. My medicince cat talked to me, and said she would get on, but has failed to do so. I am opening up the medicince cat position once more. Use the form from above.
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Post by ~Moonflower~ on Dec 29, 2008 18:25:59 GMT -5
Thanks Donut! The med-cat position is now filled!
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