HIGH POSTION AUDITION!

[Holly]

I know everyone has been waiting for these so here they are. Current open postions are all leaders, all medicine cats, all deputies, and all MCAs.

(1) Make your bio good. There is not a higher word requirement than a regular bio but remember this is a competition so do your very best.

(2) A roleplay sample with your character is the position you want is required. This will make or break your chances so do your best here as well.


[u]NAME:[/u]
[u]GENDER:[/u]
[u]AGE:[/u]
[u]POSITION:[/u]
[u]CLAN:[/u]

[u]APPEARANCE:[/u]

[u]PERSONALITY:[/u]

[u]HISTORY:[/u]

[u]ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:[/u]

[u]OOC NAME:[/u]

[u]ACTIVITY LEVEL:[/u] how active are you?

[u]REASON:[/u] at least a paragraph. tell us why this character should be leader.

[Spottedleaf]

WIP

NAME: Spottedleaf
GENDER: Tom
AGE: 23 moons
POSITION: Medicine cat
CLAN: Riverclan

APPEARANCE:
Spottedleaf is a shorter than average Tom, His height only being 8 inches. He is a very slim cat, with a long, Soft, Fur coat that is a pearly white in color.
And as his name suggests, He is a multicolored, Calico cat. Redish-Orange and black blotches range over his Stark white Coat, all the way up to his fluffy tail. All of his toes are white in color, and so is the very tip of his tail.
Spottedleaf's eyes are golden-Honey in color. And his paw pads and nose are a warm fuzzy pink. The insides of his ears are, more of less, as white as his fur.

PERSONALITY:
Spottedleaf is a very timid cat. He is always on his guard, and is very jumpy and paranoid. Despite this, He is prone to small bursts of courage, and is a very loyal cat. He is not very good at keeping secrets, not for the reason that he tells them, but because it is very easy to know when he is keeping one. He will usually be more jumpy and paranoid, and will try to avoid most when he is keeping a secret. He is also not a very social cat, and keeps to himself most of the time. Even though, He does care about everyone and takes everyone into consideration.
When he is not jumping around, he can be very calm and quiet, though this is a rare occurrence.

HISTORY:

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

OOC NAME: Spotty

ACTIVITY LEVEL: I am a very active person on this site, I'm on here at least more than one time a day.

REASON:
I believe that Spottedleaf should be the medicine cat for Riverclan because I believe that it would be the best position for him. He is a timid and paranoid cat and I think that makes hi suited for the role of medicine cat. He is also a caring cat, and always puts others first. But a downside t his caring personality is that he might brake the warrior code to help another cat. But despite this he is very loyal to his clan.

[Twisted]

Not a Work in Progress.

NAME: Twsitedstep
GENDER: She-Cat
AGE: 32 moons
POSITION: Deputy
CLAN: Thunderclan

APPEARANCE:
Twistedstep is light weighted and very foreign oriental. Her pelt is white with several black spots. Her eyes are the color of the sun on a clear winter day. Her nose, paw pads, skin, etc. is a very brownish/reddish/pinkish color. Her claws are clear, like most cats, and they don't come out unless necessary. She has a little black mark to the right of her nose. Her tail is very fluffy, unlike the rest of her body, which is very slim; and her tail is also solid black when the rest of her spots have some white in them. Her pelt is very soft, still kitten fur even though she is 32 moons. Her front right foot is twisted backwards.

PERSONALITY:

Twistedstep is a very enthusiastic, and ready to fight at all times. She is very good at hiding and sneaking around, never seen never caught. Twistedstep is very wise and many younger cats come and see her for advice on many things. She is never pressured or overwhelmed, she always says "There isn't enough to do in the forest no matter what has to be done." Her heart belongs to those who love her even more than she does. Twistedstep is very strict but comporting. If you let her down once she may give you another chance depending on the deed. She only sees the real in people, not the lies that show on the outside, the cat is very understanding in things and will be way ahead of everyone else. She is reliable and trustworthy and will never let another down. She does hate though, especially kitty-pets and half kitty-pets and half warriors, she also hates cats that have a paw in each world, or clan, maybe even forest.

HISTORY:

Twistedstep was born not to long ago, maybe 32 moons. She was raised by her mother - Coldstream, a ThunderClanner, and her father Scarface, he is a WindClan cat. She had 2 other siblings, Patchfur and Fireflame, who are great warriors in WindClan.
When Twistedstep was born in ThunderClan and so were her brothers. When they were three their mother took them all to the Island. Scarface was there and he said that he wanted the sons to raise. So Coldstream took Twistedstep back to the clan and spoiled her as much as she could.
Twistedstep didn't care much for the tom side of her family, nor toms at all. All her life she has stayed with the she-cats. Though she did once see her brothers at the borders every half moon, but realized what she was doing was wrong and didn't return but began talking at the Gatherings. She never cared for her father and hopes she meets him in battle one day, and she will win. Scarface is almost blind and he is slow, his only weapon is the size and force he has. Her brothers though she hopes she never even sees in a battle, they are both strong healthy warriors.
Twistedstep's life isn't very exiting, though one-day she hopes there will be a great journey or something big happen to her.

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

Is it okay that I use one from my other roleplay? As long as there is proof that its mine?

I used this one as my roleplay example when I was trying out to adopt the SkyClan leader on WCRPG 8th post on the first page. The user name is Twisted.

On an early morning in late leaf-bare, when the sun was out and very little snow had covered the ground, a muscular grey tom pounced onto a caramel colored squirrel. The catch may not feed all of Skyclan but every bit counts. Brimstone padded along the trail he had came when he first went out to hunt and carried the squirrel in his jaws. I wonder whats its like to fly... were the words he heard in his head when he say a bird flying. They had been told to him by a small kit in Skyclan, who was now a strong warrior who says that it is mouse-brained to wonder such things. The cat shook his head to erase the though a turn back to reality, well there wasn't much to turn to accept a clan of anxious mews and curious wonders. The majority of the cats would have worried, but the few knew Brimstone is not lazy. Brimstone was greeted by a few of the cats including Swastika, Scallion, Naomi, and a few others. He proudly dropped his catch into the freshkill pile, and trotted away into the crowded clearing of Skyclan cats.

195 words.

All my post are atleast 150 words, and my goal is to have a self-minimum of 200 by spring-break.

OOC NAME: Twisted

ACTIVITY LEVEL: Active, even though the past few days I haven't been very active do to Fire Fox Crashing and me switching to Opera.

REASON:

I think I deserve the ThunderClan deputy position because I am [and if you don't think I am I will be] super active, and ThunderClan will be [due to ThunderClan's popularity] one of the most active clans, and I think I would be able to keep up with all the new ThunderClan cats, and the plots that could come along with them. Another reason is that I LOVE ThunderClan and I know a lot about it. I also know quite a lot about deputies too.

[jadeh]

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NAME: Sorrelpaw
GENDER: tom
AGE: 6 moons
POSITION: Medicine Cat Apprentice
CLAN: ShadowClan

APPEARANCE: Sorrelpaw was named for the light brownish-ginger splotches that cover most of his body, being the color of the aforementioned plant following its death in leaf-bare. Starting at his head, you'll notice large wide ears atop his ginger crown. Next are his fiery copper eyes, blazing with the conviction of StarClan. You'll come to find that his eyes alone are the most expressive of his features. Thick brown eyeliner frames these windows, giving him that cat-eye look that women love. A short maw comes after, soft pink nose resting above his lips; These lips hide sharp white teeth, which would have been useful had Sorrelpaw become a warrior apprentice.

Muscular shoulders come after that, following a strong neck and leading to a tough-but-fragile spine. The tom's limbs are long, making him slightly taller than other cats his age, and shows the potential to grow even larger still. He is in no way skinny, but neither is he fat. He's about average-medium size, with thick cords of muscle rippling beneath his pelt. Most cats wouldn't think of him as one who would be so well-built, and the only reason he is is because he knows someday he will have to fight. So he practices his battle moves daily, as uneasy as they make him. His paws are small, equipped with thorn-sharp white claws.

The fur on his body is fairly short, keeping him cool in the warmer days, but doesn't get much longer during the winter. Unfortunately for him, that means he tends to get chills and whitecough easier than others. Lastly comes his long, thin tail, always twitching gently, the rest of his body appearing as still as stone. Only his eyes show you what he's really feeling, and if you don't know him well enough, you wouldn't see it. That privilege is reserved for his friends, family, and mentor alone. Can you become one of the select few that he trusts completely? Let's see.

PERSONALITY: He's always been true to his beliefs, sticking up for what he knows is right. He isn't afraid to break the warrior code if it's for the better. He tends to be shy and reserved, as a result of his blaming himself for Mudkit's death. But that isn't to say that he just sits in his den quietly doing nothing. He isn't one for idleness, and prefers to keep his paws busy doing something. He enjoys the occasional stroll out in the forest, and can often be found hanging around the lake. In a tense situation he sits and observes the others' interactions, choosing to stay out of it to avoid conflict. If it came down to it, he would fight to the death to protect his Clan, though he prefers healing to harming.

He tends to be opinionated and can have a bit of a temper, but he never means to offend or hurt anyone's feelings. He tries not to lose his patience, but sometimes he snaps, just like everyone else. Later, he beats himself up over it, but he is usually forgiven, as it's easy to see he's got a high stress job sometimes. He tries his best to save everyone that comes his way, but he knows he can't do it. Eventually he'll lose someone, despite his current good fortune.

He doesn't make friends easily. Sorrelpaw tries to stay objective when it comes to his Clanmates, simply because he knows if he's made friends with someone and they don't come back, he'll be stuck with grief for a long time. Being a medicine cat apprentice, he knows he shouldn't take an interest in she-cats, especially if he wants to become a full medicine cat. But there's one she-cat in particular that he has a crush on, and only time will tell what he'll choose in the end.

HISTORY: Sorrelpaw was born to ShadowClan mother Whitestripe and father Owlstalker. They weren't particularly fond of each other to begin with, but eventually they grew to love each other, and viola! Sorrelkit and his brothers, Eaglekit and Mudkit were born. The three tom-kits were the closest siblings anyone had ever seen, doing everything together. They fought over the best moss balls, played war, and generally did what all kits do; they got themselves into mischief a few times too many. They attempted to sneak out of camp almost every half-moon, and were caught and shooed back to the nursery every time but once.

It had been a hot greenleaf, and the brothers were restless. They were close to being made apprentices and wanted to explore. So when no one was looking, they snuck out the side of the camp and headed for the trees. They'd heard the warriors talking about a den not far from the camp that a fox had been staying in. Being kits, they thought they were invincible, and they tried to attack the fox themselves. But what they didn't realize was how big the fox actually was, and how dangerous.

It was in running from the beast that Mudkit and Sorrelkit fell behind, and their brother Eaglekit kept going, unaware that his brothers weren't with him. He made it back to the camp, bursting through the entrance with his fur fluffed and a torn claw. When he turned around, he saw they hadn't come back and alerted the deputy, who formed a rescue party for the two kits. Eaglekit was ordered to stay behind. The warriors easily found the kit's fear-laced scent trail, which led them straight to the other kits. They'd huddled beneath a bush to wait, afraid the fox would come back. It was clear from the damage to the bush that it had almost succeeded in mauling the kits to death, but since it hadn't been able to get to them, it gave up.

Half the patrol chased after the fox's trail, the other half took the brothers home. They never noticed the deep bite to Mudkit's belly, due to the stress of the situation, and when they got back to camp he'd succumbed to his wounds. Owlstalker and Whitestripe were devastated, as were his remaining brothers and the rest of the clan. The brothers learned their lesson then, and never left the camp alone until after they'd been made apprentices. It was in cowering in the bush that Sorrelkit realized something; He wasn't cut out to be a warrior, and battle scared him. When the fox attacked he'd run and hid, letting Mudkit fight it, thus blaming himself for his poor brother's death.

Afterward was when he realized his path was to be a medicine cat, never a defender of the clan or a loving father, but healing the cats who had the courage to do what they were meant to. He had the utmost respect for his brother, Eaglepaw, for choosing the path of a warrior, and Eaglepaw understood Sorrelpaw's choice.

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: It was sunhigh on a chilly leaf-fall day. I'd woken recently, the scent of an injured warrior drifting through the entrance to the den I shared with my mentor, Blacknose. Rising from my nest, I shook the debris from my fur and groomed myself hastily before checking on my Clanmate. It was a fiery-tempered she-cat with dark coal-gray fur and coppery eyes; Her name was Shadefire, and from the looks of it, she'd been in a border skirmish. Great StarClan, what are we going to do with these warriors? I thought to muself. They're always fighting over this or that! It's almost leaf-bare. Soon, we'll be out of the precious herbs we need. "Good morning, Sorrelpaw. Looks like I'm your first patient today," she purred good-heartedly. She was a fierce warrior, and I enjoyed her company.

"What was it this time, Shadefire?" I asked, inspecting the wound. She'd given it a good lick, and it had already almost stopped bleeding, but if we didn't get any marigold in it fast, it would get infected. "It was those fox-hearted RiverClan warriors again! They attacked me for no reason at all. Said I was over the border, but I was still a tail-length from it!" she hissed, flicking her tail angrily. "All right, wait here," I ordered the warrior, dashing into the medicine store and pulling out a freshly picked flower head. When I returned to her, I chewed the leaves and petals into a pulp, rubbing them gently into the scratches. "You should be okay, Shadefire. But be careful, and come back again tonight for some more marigold. We don't want it getting infected." I added, nodding her off to her duties.

That being taken care of, I woke my mentor from his nap, promptly announcing that I'd been able to use the first of my new skills on my own. "I'm proud of you, Sorrelpaw. You're coming along nicely." Blacknose said with a smile on his face. "Let's have some breakfast before going out to look for some more herbs. We need a good stock before leaf-bare comes." "Okay, I'll go," I mewed cheerily as I padded to the fresh-kill pile. I picked a small rat for myself and a frog for Blacknose, knowing that the slippery water-creatures were his favorite meal.

OOC NAME: Jadeh

ACTIVITY LEVEL: Well, I'm usually on at least an hour or two a day, every day. If not every day, then every other day. Occasionally I disappear for a few days at a time, due to work, but I try to pop in for a little bit on the busy days too.

REASON: I think Sorrelpaw should be ShadowClan's medicine cat apprentice because he's too shy and reserved to be anything but. He has somewhat of a temper, but not enough to act on. If it came down to a life-or-death fight, he would defend his Clan, but he honestly prefers healing to fighting, and will usually avoid a fight if he can help it. He doesn't have the courage to put himself in harm's way for the rest of his Clan as his brother does. He has a higher level of respect for the other Clans than he feels the warriors could manage, and holds himself at a higher standard for inter-Clan relations. He sees the rivalries as pointless, but can't blame the others for keeping them; after all, how could you expect a ShadowClan warrior to love someone as smug as a ThunderClan know-it-all?

[A i k o]

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NAME: Morningstar Morninglight Morningpaw Morningkit
GENDER: Female
AGE: 35 Moons
POSITION: Leader
CLAN: ThunderClan

APPEARANCE: A beauty with brains is an easy way to describe Morningstar. Who says you have to sacrifice your beauty for you ambition? Not Morningstar, for sure. Every morning, she wakes up just a bit earlier than the others, making sure her pelt is sleek and shiny, presentable to lead her clan. After all, wouldn't it be a weakness to be unhygienic? Perhaps a rival clan would take this as so. So she makes sure every inch of her beautiful silver fur is flat, perfectly in order.

Dignity is definitely within top five of this she-cat's priorities. After all, how can she lead a clan without it? When she leaves her den at the break of dawn, Morningstar makes sure her head is held high, and her tail even higher. She carries herself with a strong, dignified step, as if daring anyone to question her pride in herself or her clan. Her ears are always perked, alert to any noises.

Sure, it may sound like the ThunderClan leader is self centered. Not quiet. While Morningstar takes great pride in her appearance, she takes even more pride in her clan. Her eyes sparkle while weaving through her clans activities. Her silver fur glows in the dawn light. She is built a bit larger than the other she-cats, her body huskier and thicker. She takes pride in her size, however; after all, size may not be everything, but it never hurt in the heat of battle. She feels her larger size makes her more intimidating. It sure makes hunting a pain sometimes, though.

Morningstar

PERSONALITY: For the most part, Morningstar is all business. Caring for her clan is her entire life, and from dawn until moonhigh, she is fulfilling her duties. Thus, she expects everyone to be fulfilling there's. Her favorite thing to say is, "There is always, always more to be done." She hates to see any cat with nothing to do, so she normally always has something she can give them.

Morningstar is, as we explained earlier, dignified. She believes, in order for anyone to take you seriously, you must first have that confidence in yourself, or at least hold yourself like you do. That's why it's impossible to find the she-cat without pride in her walk, talk, and eyes. She carries herself like a leader should. Sometimes, this comes off as being conceited, and to a point, she is. She believes in embracing the beauty you have, even if it's a tiny sliver. She has an aura of power about her, and cats seem to sit a little straighter as she walks past.

A natural born leader, Morningstar is very well respected. While still pretty young, Morningstar is very confident in herself to lead her clan, and let's it show. She's not afraid to criticize or praise a cat in her clan. She doesn't have to demand the respect; it just seems to come naturally. She wants the very best out of her clan, and expects to see that. Sometimes, the she-cat can come off rather harsh in her criticism.

Morningstar can be very closed off. She doesn't let her feelings be shown too easily. She, instead, buries them and tries to forget about them. There are more important things to worry about. Besides, no one wants to hear about it, so why bother? She simply sifts through her thoughts on her own. She doesn't want to burden her warriors. While she appears completely in control and confident at all times, Morningstar is constantly wondering the "what-ifs" of things. Cynical, she goes through every possibility of what could go wrong, and is never satisfied with her decisions. She can hardly ever make up her mind.

She isn't afraid to take risks. She can be described as somewhat of a daredevil, nearly unafraid when it comes to her own well being. Of course, this has always gotten her scolded at by her fellow warriors. This being said, she doesn't hesitate to put one of her lives on the line to save a member of her clan.

Speaking of battles, that is one thing Morningstar takes very seriously. In the heat of battle, the gentle but firm leader takes on a whole new side. Frenzied and wild, Morningstar let's her warrior blood take over. She becomes violent and out of control, letting her claws talk for her.

The beautiful, powerful leader of ThunderClan suffers from a slight mental disorder. Suffering from a form of Tourette syndrome, called Echolalia, Morningstar sometimes repeats things that are said to her under her breath before responding. While not a large problem, this has caused some of the cats from the other clans to question her sanity. Besides this small tic, however, there is nothing "insane" about the strong she-cat.

HISTORY: ThunderClan has always been home to the strongest, stealthiest cats in the clans. The cats were known for their kind hearts, their loyalty, and their determination to do what's right. Every respectable trait for a ThunderClan warrior was wrapped into it's deputy, Stormpelt.

A large, handsome gray tabby tom, Stormpelt was very popular among his warrior companions, and had the eye of every she-cat. With his strongly built frame, his piercing blue eyes, and his noble ways, he was easily the best to bear kits with, in hopes of his offspring being just as noble as he.

Stormpelt didn't let it go to his head, however. In fact, the constant craving of attention from the she-cat's simply drove him mad. All, that is, but one. Mistypool was a beautiful silver tabby she-cat, with eye so green, they could make the grass shake with jealousy. She was infatuated with the handsome Stormpelt, and her peculiar personality is what finally roped him in, hook, line, and sinker.

She was hot-headed, and the sea of she-cat's seem to disperse when she was around. Her tongue was barbed and her one true weapon, and she used it whenever possible, if she didn't get her way. Her temper, her beauty and elegance, finally won him over, and the two fell in love.

It was story book love; they had their problems. Mistypool was always too caught up in herself, and Stormpelt, not enough. But they made it work, for their love was definitely strong. When Mistypool discovered she was carrying kits, she was delighted.

The labor was long and hard, but Stormpelt and Mistypool were blessed with a single, light gray tabby, whom they named Morningkit, remembering the moment when they're kit was finally brought into the world.

From her birth, the kit was spoiled. Stormpelt and Mistypool did anything they could for Morningkit, and soon, the kit caught on. What she wanted, she got. Mommy and daddy would rush to please her, and she planned on taking advantage of it.

Something concerned them about their precious daughter, however; when spoken to, Morningkit would sometimes repeat their words at random before responding. If it were a question, Morningkit would ask the same question right back under her breath. They dared not bring it up to their leader, however; They're Morningkit was not damaged; she was perfect.

There was only a single other kit in the nursery; Lionkit was a fairly large orange tabby tom, and the two became inseparable fast. Both kits would get in trouble frequently, but Morningkit managed to always flatten her ears and shrink back just enough to shame her parents for even thinking she could be doing something wrong.

Lionpaw and Morningpaw became apprentices at the same time, beginning their training together. Morningpaw's mentor was Badgerstep, a large black and white tom with piercing yellow eyes. He was known to the clan for his sharp tongue and mostly apprenticeless. As much as this frightened Morningpaw, the decision was made; spoiled little perfect Morningpaw was stuck.

When training began, Morningpaw simply thought she could cry. Badgerstep did not go easy on her, in the least, and she left the training hollow late into the evening with stinging scratches and sore paws, only to return the next day to receive the same beating. She didn't dare mention a thing to her leader; perhaps she was just being sensitive. She only told Lionpaw, who pulled away in disgust, angry with Badgerstep. Lionpaw was never treated in such a fashion, and he wasn't about to allow his best friend to be either. But Morningpaw begged him to stay quiet, and the tom grudgingly agreed.

In the long run, the treatment began to have both positive and negatives effects on the she-cat. Her echolalia had advanced, and seemed to be linked to anxiety. She was always a walking zombie, too exhausted to even sleep. She had taken to excessive grooming to clean the battles away. But she was gaining determination. She was becoming ambitious. Badgerstep's sharp tongue and sharp claws were making her better, stronger, perfect. She fed off of his negative comments until the day she became a warrior.

Morninglight was given her warrior name alongside Lionflight, together as they always had been. Even though she no longer had to fight it out with Badgertail, she couldn't break the echolalia, and the grooming just became routine. Her ambition remained, however, and Stormpelt only had a few moons to go before retiring. She pushed herself, determining to better herself, to be the only cat considered for the deputy position.

Unfortunately, it didn't pay off; Stormpelt retired to the Elder's den half a moon early, and Nightstep was given the position. Morninglight, frustrated, continued to work on herself, all the while slowly noticing how Lionflight's fur glowed like fire in the sunlight, slowly realizing afterwards that she was falling in love with her best friend.

Just before the Gathering several moons, a badger set was discovered, and it was not empty. A patrol was sent to chase away the badger, made up of Lionflight, Nightstep, Morninglight, and several other warriors. They were only prepared for one, however, and when a second, larger badger screeched into battle, the odds were quickly turned. Though they managed to run them off in the end, it was not without sacrifice. Morninglight mourned over the body of her best friend, who had taken a fatal blow to the head. Nightstep had also lost his life in the battle, the deputy position now open, and all Morninglight's for the taking.

As it turned out, she was asked to take the position, and, with a heart much heavier than she expected, she accepted, finally achieving what she had wanted all along. But at what price? Lionflight was gone, and the deputy had never felt more alone. She couldn't let this weakness show, however, and she immediately busied herself with deputy duties, making sure patrols were covered sunrises before. It worked, until she was left with her demons late at night, only to swallow them and continue the next day.

Several moons after Lionflight's death, Icestar lost her last life after a long battle with greencough. Morninglight made the journey to receive her nine lives and became Morningstar soon after.

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: Her den was cold, as always. There were some occasions where Morningstar wondered if the spirit of Icestar ever left, because it stayed so cold inside. Morningstar lie awake in her nest, staring at the lichen covered entrance. The sun was barely in the sky, and she watched as it slowly lit up her den. But still, the cold remained.

After a few minutes, Morningstar stretched, getting to her paws. Her breath rose in front of her in a fog, and she shivered gently, her fur ruffled and fluffed against the cold. With a small shudder, the beautiful leader sat down and began the grueling job of grooming her untidy fur, her ears pricked and alert for any noises outside her den.

She had been leader for close to a moon now, and still, every time someone said "Morningstar" she would feel a small thrill of excitement. Everything she had ever hoped for, she had. She was the leader of the strongest, bravest clan near the lake. She had the best set of cats you could ever hope for. She had everything.

But at what cost? She pushed these thoughts to the back of her mind, finishing her grooming and standing up, looking sleek and ready for the day. As she stepped from her den, she straightened her shoulders, lifted her tail and head, and gracefully exited. Today was a good day; some apprentices were ready to receive their warrior names. She had only done the ritual once before, and she was very excited for the future of her clan; her warriors were strong and young, and there was three more kits nearly ready for their apprentice ceremonies. She purred happly, bounding up Highledge and settling at the top, looking down proudly at her clan.

"All cats older enough to catch their own prey, gather beneath Highledge for a clan meeting!" she yowled loudly, watching as her clan gathered beneath her. She felt the pride wash over her, and she lifted her tail higher, her green eyes bright and cheerful.

OOC NAME: Aiko

ACTIVITY LEVEL: I've been on every day since the site opened, and I always have free time in the evenings. I would be able to stay very, very active.

REASON: Morningstar is a natural born leader. She is very ambitious and proud, respected. Not only that, but her disorder, the echolalia, is a very interesting trait, I believe. It gives this a different approach to this leader, that anyone can do anything if they work hard enough. She would give all of her lives for a member in her clan, and she stands strong. She doesn't let anyone push her or her clan around.

[Doc]

NAME: Lionkit, Lionpaw, Lioncall, Lionstar

GENDER: Tom
AGE: 68 moons
POSITION: Leader
CLAN: ShadowClan

APPEARANCE:

Pretty. Very pretty. At least, in his own mind he is, others, not so much. The first thing that every cat sees is his fur, which is a lovely mix of ginger and white if he has his way about it. A majority of him is covered in long, dark ginger fur, though there are exceptions. His paws, and part of his face is a snow white in color. Around his neck, the white makes a wide collar, and runs down his stomach. The fur on his neck seems to be longest in length, though he's a rather fluffy cat over all. The tip of his tail, also is dipped in white, though he doesn't see this as a bad thing in the slightest. In fact, he takes quite a bit of pride in his long fur and bright coloring. Set in his face are two eyes an a nose. His eyes are more gold than yellow, and his nose a bright pink.

Beneath his long fur is muscle, at least, tired and well developed muscle, and he weighs a ton due to it. He's not a small cat, in fact, he's quite large, easily standing over a foot and a half tall.He has a a few scars that mar his pretty face, but there is one trait that isn't completely physical. That's his voice. He thinks it his best quality, and it's a voice of sin and dark chocolate, rolling and totally encompassing. Don't worry, he's noticed.

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PERSONALITY:

Grudge-holding

Lionstar isn't someone who's going to forgive and forget. The fact that he needs to forgive and forget in the first place, means that you've hurt him, and he's not too keen on that idea. He may be in the wrong, it could be his fault, and he'll maintain the idea that it's not his fault, even though there are some who can point out that it's obviously his fault. After all, no one wants it to be their fault that they caused hurt between friends, siblings, or even mates. Lionstar rather fears being hurt or betrayed, and that can make him snappish towards those that have. He doesn't believe that forgiveness should be as simple as saying so, he thinks it should be earned, or not given at all. Those that hurt others, will probably do so again at some point. Not that he's a know all when it comes to such things, but it's probably true. At least, from what he's seen and heard.

Proud

There are no words to describe how easily you can offend this tom, but his most sensitive attribute is his pride. He's a proud, rather vain cat, and to step on either of those qualities is something that he's not too keen you do. He's not bad tempered by nature, and he prefers to think himself a lover, not a fighter, but if you offend him, you'll find his temper is as sharp as his claws. He doesn't like to accept help, even when he needs it, and to admit that he can be killed is something that makes his skin itch like nothing else. He has a strong sense of self-pride, and to have to fall back on someone else to survive the danger, is something that he'll be furious about for moons. He's not going to thank you for saving his life. In his eyes, if he can't deal with it, then he deserves to die.

Flirt

While he despises to be compared to his daddy, he does share a few things in common, such as the ability to flirt without really thinking about it. It's as natural to him as saying thank you is to others. If you're pretty, he's going to hit on you, if you're handsome, he's going to hit on you. If you're horridly, horridly, horridly deformed, well, perhaps he'll find a nice thing or two to say about you. He likes the thrill of woo-ing whoever there is, to see them fall for it, and then to rip it away, tear it to bits, and walk away. He doesn't understand that just because he doesn't believe in love, doesn't mean that others don't. He likes to practice his skill, and as he ages, he just gets better and better at it, lucky boy that he is. While he may flirt, he doesn't believe in 'true love'. At least, he's never experienced it to the point where he believes in it. He rather scoffs at those that are super devoted to their mates, as he sees them as trapped in a noose.

Confident

Confident Some people ooze slime, others ooze uncertainty, he oozes confidence. He knows what he knows, and if he doesn't, well, he'll do his best to make you think he does. He doesn't expect rejection, and to be honest, he doesn't often get it. Some would say that his confidence is tinged with the atmosphere of a predator. Go figure. He can easily upset those that are a bit more shy, or are all bluster. In the occasions that he does in fact get rejected, he's smooth enough that he'll offer a congratulations, and then go side with your enemy. He's petty, like that. A bit like a spoiled child, if he doesn't get what he wants, he'll gladly take the side of your enemy, and watch you drown. He doesn't like to get rejected, and he'll make you regret that particular life choice, if it is within his power.

Admirer of beauty

Oh, he loves lovely things. Toms, She-cats, hell, anything in the world. Which in his mind, it's a pity that he must fight those that he admires, simply because they are not from the correct Clan. Not that there is any 'correct' Clan in his mind. He also is easy going enough to admire nature, not just other cats. he enjoys nothing more than a walk during newleaf, when leaves are blooming, and birds are fluttering about, and you can see what truly makes the world worth living in. At least, to his mind. He doesn't hate a particular season, and he doesn't love on season another more than another. He finds no point, as every season has a point to it, and every season has things that are simply beautiful in it, that make it unique. However, with his thick fur, leafbare is easiest for him to tolerate, and greenleaf the most difficult.

HISTORY:

Kit:

Born the only kit in his litter, he got the attention of both parents, something he was personally thrilled about. His mother, who had always wanted a daughter, was disappointed, but she thought perhaps she could at least instill some things in her only son. In Lionkit, she instilled the love of beauty, and that it should be admired in all forms, and those that destroyed it were nothing more than ignorant fools. No matter the fact that this beauty might be bearing down on them, trying to kill them. Needless to say, he rather took this to heart, and lived by this. You can bet this got him several strange looks from other cats in his Clan. From his father, he learned the art of love. And not with his father flirting with his mother. Strangely enough, she didn't mind. Despite the fact she taught him the joys of the world when it came to appearances, she wasn't the best mother. She cared for her son, but beyond making sure he didn't die, she had very little interest in him. Regardless of the attempts he made to garner a touch of her attention, and affection, it never inflated, or deflated really.

He always saw other cats with family's that were made up of a mommy and daddy, but in reality, his was made up of a mommy when it suited her, and a daddy when it suited him. He was just under the impression that perhaps that they were just busy. It wasn't until he was much older did he realize that perhaps it was not out of the very emotion that his father dabbled in that his parents had him. Perhaps, learning the truth ruined him.

Apprentice:

By time he was an apprentice, his parents were more than happy to see him out of the nursery, at least his mother was. She had what she wanted, the chance to be a mother, and she had found it was much not to her liking. Unfortunately, he was still under the impression that mommy loved daddy, and it wasn't until he saw his father flirting shamelessly with his mentor that he learned otherwise. When he confronted his sire, his ginger father merely snorted and informed his son that there was no such thing as true love. He had scoffed and told his father that love was a thing, it had to be, because it was the most priceless piece of beauty in the world. This earned him his father's scorn. From that moment, his father became nothing more than a foolish philanderer who tried to bed any cat that moved too close to him.

His apprenticesihp wasn't anything unusual, in fact, it was quite normal. He was more or less your typical apprentice, and when his training came to an end, he was quite glad. There were only so many times you could turn a blind eye to your father chatting up your mentor with him standing less than six feet away. The one thing that was interesting about his apprenticeship, was the fact that he scared off a young, very young fox. It had been harassing two younger apprentices, and when he had come to make sure they weren't lost, he had found them trying to drive it away. With his help, all three of them got out, with their limbs intact.

Warrior

As a warrior, he had not much occur to him. He stayed estranged from both parents, and though he had a fling here and there, he's not a cat who has settled down yet. Though he has developed a taste of going after she-cats who think they're higher than him. In rank, socially, in attitude, though he's rather fond of the shy ladies too. He's unknowingly copied his father's way of looking at the she-cats. Though, he does have on thing to up one his father, he'll chase toms too, quite happily, really. He's not one to turn someone away because of gender.

He lost his father, shortly after becoming a warrior, not that he particularly cares one way or another, and his mother died of greencough, the bitch. He led his life as a warrior, as one might go through a park, strolling, and enjoying the sights as he went. He's not one to take much seriously, if he can't help it, and trust me, he's tried.

Becoming deputy, was the last thing he wanted, but low and behold, he did it, though, he wasn't sure it was for a noble reason. He saw it as a way that his leader could keep an eye on him, after a bit of trouble between him and a RiverClan gal. He rather resented this idea, and it curdled his personality a bit. However, the real reason was simply because he protected a young apprentice, who was the target of a badger. He defended the scrap of fur to the point where he might as well of offered his throat to the beast. Of course, one would note that his own apprentice had been with him, young Nightpaw, who also bravely helped fight the creature. He also was known to speak his opinion regardless of what one said, so as long as he had a brain in his skull, he really couldn't do much harm to anyone around him. Lionstar, however, wouldn't want anyone to know that, so for as long as he lives, it'll because of his foray into the river.

Leader

After he became leader, much to his disappointment and irritation, he learned that his little forays into other places, that honestly didn't concern him, had to end, which further made him pout. He wanted to have a free reign, and with his Clan attached to him like a fox to a piece of meat, he had to cool his heels. Which often led to him getting quite bored. There were a few times that made things interesting, such as the loss of his first three lives.

His first life was lost to a fox, ironic, honestly. He and some of his warriors had been on a mission to drive the mangy beasts out of the territory, a mother and her kits, only to be met with a full grown mother and two almost grown babies. The battle was harsh, and he lost two warriors that day, along with his first life. It was one of the few things that honestly bothered him.

His second life was lost when crossing the Thunderpath. Heavy rain had made the tunnel impassible, and the continuing heavy rain made it a miserable night for a gathering. A monster hit him, killing him with one blow. They were late to that gathering, but he was grateful that no one from his Clan got squished. After all, he was the only one who could come back.

His third life vanished, when a fight over territory got a little too rough. A battle with another Clan, no big deal, at least, until things get out of hand. It was an accident, the two warriors that had ganged up on him, trying to drive him back with the rest of his Clan, got a little too pissed, and had bitten a little too deeply. It cost him his third life, and by this point, he was tired of watching the pale shadow of himself grow to look more and more like him. It was freaky, and it wasn't painful. He still doesn't understand why any cat would want to be leader. It's tedious and no fun at all. Not that he doesn't try to have some anyways.

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

Shinepaw, was a good apprentice. She was smart, diligent, honest, and really very sweet. She was terrifyingly approaching a marker he'd thought no other cat would approach: family. She was a pure soul, a sweet thing, and innocent to boot. Which is why, he went out of his way to make sure that nothing came close to harming her if he could prevent it. This ranged from other cats, to her own innocence. She was his to protect and care for, and when he wasn't around, Ashheart was the only cat he'd care to leave in charge of her, or leave her working with. As it was though, she was an apprentice, and as they were prone to do, she had wandered off and about. Something he planned on talking to her about. As soon as he found her, of course. He had followed her scent out of camp, and he was honestly quite surprised how long a distance he had followed it. Surprised and irritated. Sometimes, it's easy to over estimate yourself.

It wasn't until he came across the scent trail of a stranger, that he froze, eyes widening. He didn't know this scent. It wasn't familiar, and he didn't like it. They were on his territory, without his permission, and the fool had probably stolen some of his prey, as well. Well, that just wasn't acceptable, now was it? No, no it was not. When Lionstar caught the sound of voices, he stepped up his pace, not running, but trotting, cool and composed, ready to tango. He'd wear his happy face, and politely ask the cat to leave, and then inform Shinepaw that it was NOT okay to talk to strangers that carried no real scent. He saw the white fur of his dear apprentice, and as he approached he started to call to her, but stopped dead when he saw something that made his stomach clench.


The first thing that he noticed, was the obvious aggression in the tom. Instantly, the cheerful, almost idiotic expression on his face dropped, and yellow-gold eyes narrowed dangerously, and the scent that washed towards him was nothing of any Clan, which was another strike in his direction. What made it worse, was the fact that his apprentice was there. Shinepaw. The fur on his shoulder's bristled slightly, and the low growl that warned of a bad temper rising started. Oh dear, oh me oh my, this was not what he wanted to see. Then again, any rouge that saw an angry leader, hell, warrior bearing down on them would not want to see him, so he supposed it helped itself even out. Which is why when he stalked closer, he locked eyes with with other tom, coming to stand slightly in front of the white she-cat. " Good day to you, and who in the great, wide name of StarClan would you be, hm?" The leader's tail lashed once, before he forcibly calmed himself. The other cat hadn't actually done anything wrong other than trespass. Which, only slightly irritated him.

His was really very lax when it came to most things, as long as no food was taken from the mouth of the Clan's kits, and no warrior was sent injured back to camp, he didn't care. The only other way he would care, was if they were Clan cats, and they weren't of his Clan. Perhaps he should clarify, he didn't care about foolish loners or rogues wandering about. Who cared if they passed it on, they could handle themselves, no matter the challenge. Of course, that only applied if they weren't caught trespassing. If they were, well, he'd simple shred their pelt, and send them running. If you were idiotic enough to get caught trespassing, you deserved all the pain and punishment you got.

OOC NAME: Doc

ACTIVITY LEVEL: I'm new, so, not too high. However, don't you worry, I'll probably be on daily, for at least an hour, and if I'm not, it's probably because I can't steal away the living room laptop. >.> however, I will be on at least every other day.

REASON: Lionstar may not be the ideal leader, but darn it, he'd be a good one. He may be a little lax around the edges, and he may be more than a little unnatural when it comes to leadership, but he has his high points. He'll lay his life down to protect his Clan, and it's members. He won't try to start mess with other Clans, though he'll happily try to continue it, just to see how far he can take it. He's a proud cat, but don't you doubt for a second, that he won't strike down any cat that tries to do those who he considers 'his', harm. He's a strong leader, and he'll fight a thousand battles, and die all nine times to prove it.

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This may seem like a silly/stupid question, but will we still need to make a proper bio in it's own separate thread if they're accepted here?

NAME: Ripplekit | Ripplepaw | Ripplestream Ripplestar
GENDER: Tom
AGE: 35 moons
POSITION: Deputy
CLAN: RiverClan

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PERSONALITY:

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Ripplestream's best quality is his determination, which some would simply call hard-headedness. Once he has his mind on something, only death can make him give up. Luckily, it hasn't come to that yet. He'll work at something for hours on end if it doesn't cooperate, and he'll sleep where he stands if that's what it takes.

Ripplestream has no problems telling cats how he feels. If he's happy, he'll smile and laugh. If he's euphoric, he will bounce around and sing loudly. If he's angry, he'll yell and bark orders. If he's furious... Yeah, let's just let you use your imagination. He's only flown into a furious rage once, and that was a long time ago. It still was enough for cats to tread carefully around him for a few moons.

Ripplestream often sneaks out at night. Even though she died seasons ago, he still has nightmares about Mistypaw's death. He sleeps away from camp so as to not disturb his Clanmates whenever he tosses and turns and cries out in his dream. He goes back to camp exhausted. When cats ask why he's so tired, he just tells them he didn't sleep well and walks away.
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HISTORY:

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Snowsong was his mother's name. She was the most beautiful she-cat in the Clan. She was cream-colored, with the same green eyes as Ripplekit and his sister, Mistykit. Their father, Pebblestripe, was an exact copy of his son, right down to the silver tabby stripes. Snowsong loved her kits, but she could only do so in StarClan. She died giving birth to her children, and only lived long enough to name them.

Pebblestripe wasn't effected in the least. He didn't love Snowsong. He only mated with her to give kits to the Clan. He hardly noticed his own children, only visiting when it was a downright order from the entire Clan. "No kit should grow up not knowing their father!" was the common phrase tossed at him. The visits were never fun, for either him or his kits. He never complimented them, only criticizing them and training them far too early.

His training methods were so terrible that they drove Mistypaw completely from becoming a warrior. She begged the leader to let her become the medicine cat apprentice. It wasn't until later that the Clan discovered why she was suddenly desperate to not be a warrior. She learned under Cottontail, the medicine cat at the time. When it came time for Ripplekit to become Ripplepaw, he was alone.

Apprentice

Ripplepaw strived during his apprenticeship to earn his father's pride and approval. He wanted it so much that he disregarded his own mentor, Blackheart, in order to follow Pebblestripe around. Blackheart didn't like it. He was harder and tougher on Ripplepaw than Pebblestripe ever was. The apprentice would get back to camp, crawl into his den, and collapse into his nest without even eating. He would be woken up before dawn for training and not get back until the sun was well beyond the horizon.

His exhaustion made his temper shorter than it was. Only two cats got away from his tantrums unscathed: Mistypaw and another apprentice named Tenderpaw. Tenderpaw was a brown tabby with white paws. She was his best friend, because no matter how bad of a mood he was in, she always made him laugh. They might have been mates when they were older, if it weren't for the incident.

The two were out alone around the borders, playing on their own. Neither realized they were at the ShadowClan border, or they were getting dangerously close to the scent-line. Tenderpaw teased him about something and he lunged at her, causing her to squeal and run right across the scent-line. Before Ripplepaw could even blink, a patrol set on her. He watched, hidden in a bush on his own territory, as they tore apart a defenseless apprentice that had crossed the border by accident.

He limped back to camp, too numb to cry at the loss of his best friend. When he got there and told everyone, he at least got sympathy from Blackheart. All Pebblestripe did was stare contemptibly at him, "You should have been stronger. She died because of you."

When Ripplepaw woke up from the haze of anger, he was laying in the medicine den. He learned from Mistypaw that he didn't pass out, he went into a rage and flew at Pebblestripe. Apparently, he'd fought their father and won by ripping out his throat. The only reason he wasn't exiled from the Clan is that Mistypaw told everyone what Pebblestripe did to them as kits. She showed them the scars she got from his training.

Tenderpaw's death made Ripplepaw even more unstable. He didn't just ignore cats now, he snapped at every little thing, talked back to everyone, and completely defied all things in the warrior code. One such time nearly cost him his life, and did Mistypaw hers.

He'd gotten into an argument with one of the older warriors and left the camp. Afterwards, a patrol came back reporting a fox on the territory. Mistypaw snuck away to find her brother, and discovered him dangling from a tree with the fox snapping at this tail. Mistypaw died that day, protecting her older brother.

Warrior/Deputy

Ripplestream was numb for a few moons. He didn't even feel anything during his warrior ceremony, only a pulsing ache that Tenderpaw should have been with him. He didn't have the same fire he did, and it affected the entire Clan. His fighting and hunting became sloppy. He never talked back to anyone anymore, he always did exactly as he was told, and he never spoke anymore. It was driving everyone insane.

One day, they went into a battle against ThunderClan. He didn't think anything of it when he nearly killed a tiny apprentice. What did he care that he nearly ended the life of another cat? He wouldn't have, if another ThunderClan cat hadn't gone crazy and nearly killed him in return. He realized after that battle just how horrible he'd become. The loss of Tenderpaw and Mistypaw had caused him to lose his value of life. Now that he nearly died, he realized just how precious life is. He felt regret on nearly killing that apprentice.

Since then, he's gone back to the argumentive, ill-tempered tom cats know and only a few love. He worked hard to prove himself different from the uncaring idiot he used to be, and was given an apprentice a moon later. Shellpaw was an awkward tom who was prone to random bouts of hysteria. Ripplestream worked with him as well as he could, but to no avail. Shellpaw ended up drowning when one of his hysteric moments swimming.

Ripplestream hasn't been given an apprentice since, but it seems like he'd done a good enough job to warrant a surprise. When the leader died and the deputy took over, Ripplestream was chosen to be deputy.
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ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

Ripplestream hated leaf-bare. Not just because he was deputy and the fresh-kill pile was pitifully small and the patrols were tiring everyone out, making sickness that much more possible. No, those were part of the reasons he hated leaf-bare, but not the entire reason. The frost killed most of the smells, making tracking any scent but your own a hard-pressed task.

That's what Ripplestream was, at least, attempting to do. He'd already been awake when Shellclaw left the camp, though it had been obvious that she didn't see him. He recognized the look that had been in her eyes and on her expression. She'd had another nightmare. If there was one thing Ripplestream knew, it was that being alone after a nightmare was a bad thing, possibly the worst thing that one could do.

The gray-pelted tabby grumbled to himself, keeping his nose as close to the ground without actually touching it as he could. Shellclaw's scent was still there, but only just barely. If he didn't hurry it up, then he would actually lose her. Then, up ahead, he heard the sound of leaves crunching beneath a paw. Ripplestream raised his head, ears pricked atop his head to better catch the sound.

Yes, those were indeed leaves being crunched under a paw. A cat's paw, if he really concentrated. Hoping that it was indeed the she-cat he'd been looking for, Ripplestream hurried after the sound and called out, "Shellclaw? Are you there?"

OOC NAME: Shiny

ACTIVITY LEVEL: I only just joined, but I'm able to get on every day. I have no life outside of the internet, so I'd be one nearly all of the time.

REASON:

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