UPDATE // POSITION AUDITIONS

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Hello everyone! The most anticipated moment of opening a new site has begun; the choosing of hierarchy! Here you can apply to be a leader, deputy, medicine cat, or any position that is open! Right now, medicine cat apprentice positions are closed.

Here's how it will go. Use the form here to fill out a bio for the position you'd like, post it here, and if Mac and I decide you're a great candidate, you'll be chosen as soon as possible!

One more thing. I cannot stress this enough, please don't apply for a high position if you don't think you'll be active. We will have activity checks at the end of each month and even if you have a character in the hierarchy, you will be deleted if you do not respond to the activity checks without prior notice and a good reason. It's a pain to delete members who have high ranking characters because then it screws up the whole roleplay.

Alright guys, have at it! Good luck!

POSITIONS FILLED
thunderclan leader (cam)
thunderclan deputy (step)
thunderclan medicine cat (foks)
windclan leader (mets)
windclan deputy (mags)
windclan medicine cat (ruth)
riverclan leader (liza)
riverclan deputy (kelby)
shadowclan medicine cat (prissy)
skyclan leader (dino)
skyclan deputy (lost)

POSITIONS NEEDED
windclan leader
shadowclan deputy
skyclan medicine cat

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Treestorm
Tom, 42 moons, Deputy, RiverClan

Treestorm

appearance
Black and brown tom with dark green eyes.

Treestorm is a muscular tom with black and brown fur and dark green eyes. His fur is sleek and shiny and very well taken care of. When he moves his muscles bunch beneath him almost like he is getting read to spring. His paws are slightly big and makes him a bit clumsy when hunting, but they can be lethal weapons when need be. This tom has an angular head and pointed ears for sounds of danger. This muscular tom looks a little foreboding in looks and almost looks ready to murder. Treestorm is pretty quick when it comes right down to it and doesn't look like he will back down from any challenge.

reason for name
He was born underneath the protection of a tree and its made him almost addicted to them.

personality
Treestorm is a kind and compassionate soul. He cares about those in his Clan and will do anything to make sure they are safe, even taking the whole "putting the Clan first" thing into serious prospective. Even if that rule didn't exist he would still be there for his Clan. They are the world to him and he has no idea what he would do without them. Treestorm is also smart. He thinks things through before doing them so the end result is the way it should be. He applies this most for hunting as he is not a very good hunter. Treestorm's ideas mean he has to find a way to get the prey before it knows he is there. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't. When Treestorm misses a piece of prey he berates himself to no end. One less piece of prey means one more night of hunger. This tom hates it when he comes back empty pawed, but that doesn't mean he will give up.

When it comes to his Clanmates he gets along well with most of them. The ones he doesn't know he will be a little distant and weary of before settling into a routine that makes every cat happy. Treestorm enjoys sharing tongues with his Clan and can't imagine his life without them (as stated before). On this note he tries to flirt with the available she-cats. Nothing too fancy. A smile here, a wink there. He doesn't take his flirting far as there are more important things than trying to win a mate. Treestorm puts the Clan before his personal desires first.

Even though he does this Treestorm does dream of siring a litter of kits one day. He would like to enjoy being a father even if it is once, but he will not push any she-cat to be his mate. If she choose him great. If not he knows that being a father may not be his future. Treestorm understands how things work within the Clan and does his best to keep the balance there. He even knows a little bit of every duty for emergencies. If the leader and deputy were away from the camp for some reason he would take charge for a bit if another cat wasn't already chosen. Trestorm cares about his Clan and hates seeing them hurt.

This tom doesn't like fighting, period, but when he has no choice he keeps his mouth firmly shut unless to ask if the fight was worth the risk in the first place. He doesn't want needless bloodshed, but he will not ignore the fact if another Clan is stealing prey from them. Treestorm is fierce in battle and will keep fighting until his side gives the order to stop or retreat. No matter what happens Treestorm will not succombe to the wounds even if it means certain death. His Clan comes first!

history

Kit:[/u] Treekit was born to Ashencloud and Darkrain with one sister, Milkkit. The two were close growing up and did everything together. Treekit felt a sense of duty when it came to the milk white she-cat. He adored her and loved her sense of humor. At this age he had no idea that danger lay in store for the lovely she-cat that was his sister. The days passed and Treekit found himself opening his eyes first. His mother had purred upon seeing his eyes. The dark green eyes came from his father, Darkrain. In that respect the young tom took after his father. Darkrain was all about tough love. He cared a great deal for his kits, but he didn't except anything foolish or childish from them.

The moons passed seeing Treekit and Milkkit grow into mischievous young kits and causing all sorts or trouble for their parents and the Clan. Mostly Treekit would lay in wait while his sister stopped a passing cat and then he would jump down and the two would "attack" the enemy. It was a game they played, but not all of the Clan enjoyed their antics. One day while they did this, their target turned on them and scratched Treekit. It wasn't out of malice, but it was still a surprise and shock to the kits. Treekit yowled his loudest and the rest of the Clan was alerted to the noise. The cat who scratched him was immediately apologizing. Having a rough hunt the kits used their normal game and he turned on them. Treekit and Milkkit knew he hadn't meant to hurt them, but Treekit was too much in shock to say so. He was taken to the Medicine Cat den where he was promptly given poppy seeds and something soothing was placed on the scratch. It wasn't deep and he would be back in the nursery before long, but for the moment he needed to stay in the Medicine Cat's den for awhile.

The next morning he felt better and wanted to find the cat who had scratch him. He was released and he made a mad dash through the camp looking for the tom. He found him on his way out for another hunting patrol and he stopped them long enough to accept the apology and knew he hadn't meant to hurt him. Treekit learned a valuable lesson the day before. Take in account the state of his Clanmates before attempting to "attack" them. The tom, Leechfur, purred at Treekit and licked the tom's head gently before leaving with his hunting party.

Apprentice:[/u] The big day had arrived! Treekit and Milkkit were finally becoming apprentices! After his little scare with Leechfur when he was four moons Treekit did indeed pay better attention when playing his games. The scratch didn't leave a scar and he made sure that his targets were not bone weary cats who were unsuccessful from hunting. His leader called him forward first and boy was he shocked when he found out who his mentor was. It was almost as if he was suppose to "attack" Leechfur. Now the older tom had wanted Treekit as his apprentice. The older tom had had four apprentices before Treekit and was no stranger to that walk of life.

Treepaw touched noses with his mentor and watched as Milkpaw was apprenticed to Frogstem, another tom of the Clan. Together the two pairs made their way out of the camp and began touring the territory. Once that was done Milkpaw and Frogstem returned to the camp so she could look after the Elders, much to her distaste. Treepaw on the other hand continued training with Leechfur and learned some hunting moves that day that made his form better than it had been. Treepaw learned a lot through Leechfur and was actually glad that Leechfur had been his victim that faithful date.

:[/u] "From this moment on you will be known as Treestorm. The Clan honors your strength and your courage and we welcome you into the Clan as a warrior." Treestorm puffed out his chest in pride. By this time Darkrain and Ashencloud had retreated to the Elders den, but they were still very proud of their son and daughter. Before they stood vigil he noticed a tom gently licking Milkfur's cheek. It was Hawkpelt. The tom had grown close to Milkfur as she learned her apprentice duties and skills. Now it seemed that they accepted each other as mates. The brother and sister took their places as silent warriors for the night. Nothing of real interest happened that night, but Treestorm did contemplate his future. One thing he wanted to try for was deputy. Leading his Clan interested him.

So the next day after they were released from the vigil and he got a good sleep the tom sought out the deputy to ask his question. Finally he tracked down the cat and put forth the question in a way that might seem curious and not threatening. The deputy responded that first and foremost he needed to have mentored at least one apprentice before EVER being considered for deputy. The rest was completely up to the leader. So from then on Treestorm worked extra hard to prove himself worthy of being a mentor.

Several litters came and went and none were paired with him. Moons passed and he turned his attentions back to his sister and was shocked to see she was in the nursery... expecting! Unfortunately the unknown horror would soon be upon them. Three sunrises later Milkfur was nursing four healthy kits which she had named Applekit, Petalkit, Dawnkit, and Slashkit. For Slashkit there was one dark stripe down the length of his back that looked like he had been slashed. Treestorm became a doting uncle to them. He adored all four of the kits and he became closer to Hawkpelt. Leafbare was coming and it would be the kits' first cold season. By that time they would only be three moons old. Not really big enough to be out on their own, but too big too stay in the nursery all the time. Then one day when Treestorm was getting ready to head out of a patrol, snow fell from the sky. Leafbare had come early! This was never a good sign. The Clan wasn't ready for leafbare yet. Treestorm knew that if his Clan wasn't ready then neither were the other Clans! There would be deaths this season and most likely many. As leafbare continued he noticed a change in Milkfur's demeanor. On closer inspection he noticed that she wasn't feeling too good. Treestorm fetched the Medicine Cat to take a look. The Medicine Cat announced that Milkfur was in the beginning stages of greencough. Treestorm knew it was normal. Cats usually got it during the cold season, but he was more worried about the kits. They weren't strong enough. All they could do was wait.

Leafbare continued and Treestorm watched as Milkfur's health spiraled downwards and began noticing that three of the four kits were getting sicker and sicker. Milkfur called Hawkpelt and Treestorm to her and she announced that she wasn't going to make it. Treestorm knew in his heart that she was right and didn't say a word. Out of the four kits only Petalkit seemed to be holding strong. She asked Treestorm to look out for her when Milkfur was gone. Treestorm promised much to the anger and resentment of Hawkpelt. Milkfur explained that Petalkit had her personality and Treestorm knew best how to deal with it.

With each passing day Milkfur got weaker and weaker. Finally, one day Treestorm visited and saw she was still and felt that she must have passed sometime during the night. Being the only Queen at that particular moment meant that no one would have known until some cat came the next day. Treestorm told the Medicine Cat who in turned relayed it to the deputy and leader. That night Milkfur was given a great vigil with Treestorm being the most vigil of all. The passing days took one kit after the other. First Dawnkit was the first to join her mother, than Slashkit, and finally Applekit leaving poor Petalkit alone. With that Treestorm made a rash decision. Petalkit needed milk and with no Queen in the nursery with kits or expecting he had to take drastic measures. He placed the shivering kit into his nest in the Warriors den and left the camp. He needed to find a nursing Queen and quickly. If it was the last thing he did he would ask help from a Queen of another Clan, but luck was with him that day. A loner female was passing through with two of her surviving kits. The kits were five moons and almost ready to leave her. They were Ice and Glacier both named for cold like substances, but the two she-cats were very friendly despite their names.

Treestorm brought the three back and settled them in the nursery. The Clan did not like it, but at least Petalkit would not starve for now. Treestorm hunted the most providing both for the Clan and for Fog, the loner she-cat he had come across. Because of this the leader noticed that Treestorm was ready to take on an apprentice, but with only Petalkit available it would have to wait. Finally, newleaf came. Petalkit, Ice, and Glacier made it through their first cold season very healthy. Then two she-cats joined Fog and while Fog didn't want to stay with the Clan her kits did. Ice and Glacier were accepted and Fog was allowed to visit from time to time to see them. Petalkit no longer needed full time attention as she once did and Ice and Glacier became Icepaw and Glacierpaw. Leechfur took on Glacierpaw and Hawkpelt took Icepaw.

Then Petalkit became Petalpaw and was apprenticed to Nightfang, a black she-cat who would mentor one last apprentice before she retired. Treestorm watched Petalpaw's training with interest. He loved her enthusiasm and couldn't wait to see her become a warrior. Less than two moons into her training Nightfang was killed by a passing fox and buried. Petalpaw now waits for another mentor, but Treestorm is still waiting for his first one. Finally, one of the litters is old enough and Treestorm is finally paired with a young she-cat named Shadekit. Treestorm taught her the ropes and did his best to show he was great deputy material. The leader died and the new leader became Mothstar. Now all Treestorm had to do was prove to her that he was capable of being her deputy.

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Treestorm padded through the forest quietly. Behind him was Lilypaw. The brown and black tom had had two other apprentices beside Shadepaw. Shadepaw had gone on to be Shadetree and Petalpaw to Petalcloud. His second apprentice, Nightpaw ran away from the Clan five moons into his training. Obviously being a Clan cat was too much for him and decided that the kittypet life suited him better. It still angered Treetorm whenever he thought of the dark tom and Lilypaw sensed it and tried to cheer him up with her hunting skills. It worked. Treestorm's dark green eyes watched the white colored she-cat stalk forward to find her prey. He watched as she sniffed the air and then pounced. The next few moments were a blur and then Lilypaw was back with a dead vole in her jaws. Treestorm was very proud of his apprentice. He couldn't have been more proud in his life.

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maskedheart
tom, 29 moons, deputy, riverclan

appearance
Large white, cinnamon and gray tabby-splotched tom with blue-green eyes

Maskedheart is a broad-shouldered, long-furred creamy white tom with cinnamon colored tabby blotches, mask and tail. He has gorgeous sapphire eyes flecked with ocean-colored undertones. Maskedheart's coat is primarily a milky white, marred by large splotches of ruddy red and occasionally grey-hued classical and broken tabby fur. His pelt is thick and extremely long, hiding his build beneath his masses of fur. He is huge in comparison to the next cat, though his legs are short. When soaking wet, his mottled tabby and cream coat grips his skin, showing the cats around him how lithe and surprisingly muscular he really is. His ears are large for his head, and the silky fur housed inside them is a shade of rose. Maskedheart gets his name from his face - Masked as it is by a diamond-shaped splotch of cinnamon tabby, with bits of cool silver and smokey gray lining his ebony nose and around his eyes. Maskedheart very much resembles his mother, but holding a shade of crimson-tinted fur instead of her traditional blue. His tabby stripes are faint and bold, fading in and out throughout his coat, adding to the mosaic of colors and patterns. Maskedheart's paws are dipped in white, as is the tip of his tail.

reason for name
Masked for his masked face, heart for his warm personality.

personality
Maskedheart is a fair cat in all that he does. Although he can be indecisive, he tries to give every cat the benefit of the doubt. He has been known to be too kind hearted, his trust making him naive in some cases. Since being fooled many a time as a young warrior, Maskedheart has become more cautious in where he puts his faith. Maskedheart is extremely respectful, though inside he may have his doubts. He is a very inner-oriented cat, dwelling more on his thoughts than the area around him, making him less alert than the next cat. He may appear like his heads in the clouds, and sometimes needs to be reminded to pay attention to the environment around him. Albeit his weaknesses, he can be an extremely accurate strike when he is focusing. One of the clans best hunters, Maskedheart loves the feel of the wind in his fur when he's on the chase. His best attribute, he feels, is that he is thoroughly a clan cat, and his heart lays with StarClan and the warrior code. Maskedheart is very humble, and though he is quiet, he is firm and has been known to occasionally spit a sharp remark where he sees it fit. He has a lot of love for the cats around him, though, and he yearns for nothing more than to be a strong and confident teacher to the young of his clan. He dedicates his every breath to RiverClan, placing no cat above that undying loyalty.

history
Maskedheart was born from a leader and a loner. Though forbidden, they were a formidable pair, and their offspring certainly inherited the best qualities of both. This ensured bright futures in the clans, and anywhere StarClan's bright eyes could watch over the kits. Maskedheart was taken in by RiverClan as a kit of only 4 moons, after wandering from his mother, who had been travelling away from the clan of his father. He doesn't much remember the blue and white she-cat he called mother, nor his siblings, and he surely doesn't miss them.

As Maskedheart grew larger, he quickly became one of the most dedicated apprentices of the clan. He offered to come on every patrol he could, and was something of a shining star among his peers. It didn't take long for him to reach warriorhood, and he continued each day to work harder than the last. It was really no surprise when the leader began to take notice of the young tom and how strictly he scheduled his day to help benefit the clan. He has the makings of a strong leader, and with the right guidance, Maskedheart has the potential to be one of the greatest his clan has ever seen.

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Hey guys, so after some serious contemplating between the staff we have finally come to a conclusion. Maskedheart will be the new deputy of Riverclan. His cool attitude could help douse some of Mothstar's fiery attitude and they would make for a great combo. In the end, Treestorm just seemed a little too nice to be Mothstar's choice.

One thing we really need, Rose, is a Skyclan medicine cat. I would actually love if you applied for that position.

[Holly]

Lavendertail
Female, 32 moons, Deputy, WindClan

appearance
Lavendertail is a petite framed Siamese with bright colored blue eye.
reason for name
lavendertail for her tail which has a pale brown tip, which can be mistaken for lavender

personality
Lavendertail is usually respectful of others. She is quiet spoken and has suffered many losses. This cat has been said to be quiet intelligent and resourceful. She thinks before she acts, picturing the consequences before acting or saying. Some consider this Siamese as a politician for that reason. Despite being soft-spoken, one thing that Lavendertail isn't is a wimp. This Siamese is quite the loyal cat. She'll rip out the throat of any cat who threatens her Clan leader with no regrets, but Lavendertail chooses to let the warrior code guide her not her ferocity, knowing that showing mercy is necessary at time of turmoil. Lavendertail can be marked as ambitious, but gentle like a queen with her kits striving to see them become great warriors, yet spoils them like a little child. Lavendertail's greatest asset is her battle skills, from claw shreds to advance bite patterns, she knows most, which makes her a dangerous competitor in battle.

history


Lavenderkit was born in the nursery of WindClan along with her cranky brother Redkit and her bold sister Yellowkit. Their proud and out-spoken father was Creekfur and the three kits mother was Fawnfoot, who was one of the fastest in WindClan. Lavenderkit was said to have inherited her mother's speed and pretty feature, with her soft-spokeness along with her father ferocity and respectfulness. Lavenderkit was mischievous pulling pranks as a kit along with her littermates and her friends. The kits moving into the apprentice den was a miracle for all in her nursery. The apprentices trained hard from trying to catching the fastest rabbits to collecting bedding and helping search for ticks. Of course, there was always battles to be fought... especially with ShadowClan. Lavenderpaw sent one yowling ShadowClan apprentice running for his life. Another day of training and then Lavenderpaw became Lavendertail, Redpaw became Redshade and Yellowpaw became Yellowclaw. They would have more to experience as warriors of WindClan. Lavendertail drove off a fox and sent a Two-leg dog yelping back to its owner with the help of her loyal Clanmates. Lavendertail's path had been difficult, losing Redshade to greencough and Creekfur to a ThunderClan raid. Now all she had to do was wait to become deputy of WindClan.
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Lavendertail's legs were working overtime, but she never was the type to give up. The rabbit was plump, but was fast. The Siamese sprang at her prey and felt it went limp when she gave it a bite to it's white fluffy neck. This would make good prey Lavendertail panted. Redshade and Creekfur would be proud of her... won't they? If only Redshade hadn't caught green-cough and if only... if only... Lavendertail sighed. Creekfur's voice still rang in her ears "Ifs don't solve anything, actions make things happen, but not ifs,"
Creekfur had taught Lavendertail much and she apprecaited that. Are you watching me from StarClan now? Are you proud of me? Lavendertail yowled in her mind at the died WindClan warriors. Lavendertail unburied her other prey and headed back to Camp biting back bitter tear from streaming down her petite face.
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Springleaf
She-cat, 24 moons, Medicine Cat, SkyClan

appearance
Dark gray she-cat with green eyes.

Springleaf is a small she-cat with a slightly twisted right forepaw. Her fur is sleek and shiny. Springleaf has three white paws and one black one, which is her twisted paw. This she-cat is agile and quick. Danger seems to lurk behind her eyes as well as compassion. While this cat is agile she does have razor sharp claws.

reason for name
For her spring green eyes

personality

Springleaf has a sharp wit about her as well as compassion. This she-cat has a sense of humor, but its a bone dry kind rather than the boisterous humor that some cats have. For as long as she could remember she wanted to be a Medicine Cat. She loved kits and all, but she felt that deep down in her heart her calling was down a different path. Springleaf cares deeply about others, but when it comes down to it she puts her love aside and puts on her serious face. Most who know Springleaf to be her friendly and caring as well as really serious. She gets along well with others and when it comes down to it she will lay down her life for her Clan. Despite her being a range of emotions Springleaf does appreciate what she has and has never dreamed of trading it for any other. Her path is clear and she has devoted her entire being to it.

Springleaf watches Queens with their kits and Warriors with their Apprentices and sees the pride and love within them. Sometimes this causes a bit of a wall between Springleaf and her Clanmates because her calling is different than theirs. This she-cat is closer to the leader and deputy than with most of her Clanmates, but this does not really bother her. So long as her Clan is happy and healthy she is content.

Springleaf does have a terrible temper, but oddly enough its not if her Clanmates fight each other. Its when kits and Apprentices mess with her medicine supplies. You could say that this she-cat is OCD. She loves putting the herbs together in their places and making sure everything is well stocked. Anything could happen at any given time. So when her stores are messed with she shouts at the offenders, but she will NEVER hurt them. No Springleaf isn't a violent cat. She has never harmed another without good cause. Any kind of violence terrifies her. When a cat fights another and draws blood she fears for them, but this doesn't stop her from doing her duty.

When she is with her Clanmates she sometimes likes to share tongues. Usually this she-cat is a loner and off by herself near or in her den. Despite everything Springleaf is loyal to those she has given it to and will not see any harm come to them.

A thing that Springleaf lacks is good hunting skills. She is ok when it comes to hunting, but she won't catch prey like the best hunters in the Clan. If she's out collecting herbs she might hunt for her Clan, but usually she brings back a mouse. All in all Springleaf is a serious, but compassionate cat and enjoys what she does and has never regretted it since. Not even when she was injured when she was a kit.

history

Kit:[/u] Springkit was born to Heatherfoot and Dustfur. Her only sibling was Blackkit. Heatherfoot and Dustfur were nearing Elder age by the time Springkit and her brother were born. Because of this Blackkit was blind in one eye. The two got into all sorts of mischief growing up. When they were three moons old, Heatherfoot and Dustfur joined the Elders. The two kits were then cared for by two younger Queens in the Nursery. However, this did not sway the two kits from being adventurous. They wandered from the camp as often as they could and always got into trouble. Whenever they were in the camp Springkit immediately took a liking to the Medicine Cat. She would often watch him sort through the herbs, making sure everything was in place.

Soon she grew distant from her brothers and began learning some of the herbs and their uses. Cobweb to help stop the bleeding, burdock for sore paws, there was even juniper that helped with aching stomachs. She even learned of Deathberries and made sure to stay FAR away from them. This information she passed on to her brother and the older kits which they took with gratitude. One day Springkit blurted out to Thorncloud that she wanted to be his apprentice. Thorncloud was surprised at this for he thought that her curiosity would go away in time, but it did not. In fact it did just the opposite. Springkit's curiosity grew and Thorncloud knew he would have to talk to their leader about this.

Two days later Blackkit left the camp alone. Night began to fall and the tom had not returned. Worried for her brother Springkit left to find him. She picked up his scent and followed it through the dark. When his scent got stronger she called out to him. His voice responded and soon a shriek filled the air. Springkit tumbled over the edge of a rock and fell with a thud. Her paw flared with pain. Springkit moaned as she laid there on the ground. Was she going to die? The little she-cat did not know, but she heard her brother whispering assurances to her before he disappeared into the night. Time seemed to pass by agonizingly slow. The she-cat's breathing was labored and her eyes slowly closed.

Soon movement told her that a creature was coming. Soon Blackkit appeared next to her with Thorncloud, Eaglestorm, and Juniperberry. Thorncloud said he wouldn't know anything until they got her back to the camp. Eaglecloud cuffed Blackkit and sentenced him to a long term duty of looking after the Elders. Heatherfoot and Dustfur would not be pleased. Had he not gone off by himself Springkit would not have to look for him and get herself hurt in the process. By the time the four cats returned to the camp everyone was wide awake and alert. Through the darkness Springkit saw two cats that made her heart sink. Heatherfoot and Dustfur knew what had happened and were none too pleased with their son.

Soon a nest was beneath her and Springkit gasped in pain. Thorncloud looked her over and announced that she would be ok, but her paw would never be the same again. It didn't matter anyway. Springkit wanted to be a Medicine Cat. Before she passed out she was told she would be in the den for a moon or two.

Apprentice:[/u] "From this moment on you will be known as Springpaw and Thorncloud will be your mentor." Springpaw was proud. The next step of her becoming a Medicine Cat. The she-cat had missed her brother's apprentice ceremony, but as soon as his name was announced she shouted it from her den before any other cat could say anything. This caused a lot of laughter from her Clanmates. Despite having gotten hurt looking for her brother she still cared for the tomcat. Springpaw touched noses with Thorncloud and quickly learned the territory. While they were out Thorncloud showed her where the herbs would be for when she would need to fetch them and what not. Springpaw was really excited. She had always dreamed of doing this. Despite her paw she managed to keep up with Thorncloud's brisk pace. In fact if she was walking normally she was almost normal, but after awhile or during a brisk pace the limp would show.

Springpaw spent the next few moons learning everything she could. She loved being a Medicine Cat's Apprentice. That was when she realized she wasn't really good mother material anyway. Springpaw had always been interested in what happened as a Medicine Cat. Leaders and Medicine Cats got to spend a lot of their time speaking to StarClan. Some cats passed them off as legend, but Springpaw believed in them. Her knowledge in the herblore grew and grew. She never once complained about anything and when she lost a cat for the first time she moved on. She knew she would experience more and she could not save them all. Yes it had been disheartening, but Springpaw knew she could not wallow in her grief.

Medicine Cat:[/u] "I, Thorncloud, Medicine Cat of SkyClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. She has trained hard to understand the ways of a Medicine Cat, and with your help she will serve her Clan for many moons." Springpaw quivered as she heard these words. Thorncloud, however, was not finished.

"Springpaw, do you promise to uphold the ways of a Medicine Cat, to stand apart from rivalry between Clan and Clan and to protect all cats equally, even at the cost of your life?"

Springpaw's held the determination that she felt. "I do!"

"Then by the powers of StarClan I give you your true name as a Medicine Cat. Springpaw, from this moment you will be known as Springleaf. StarClan honors your compassion and strength, and we welcome you as a full Medicine Cat of SkyClan."

Springleaf's chest puffed out with pride. Finally! She had spent moons training for this! Now, at last, she was a full Medicine Cat. The meeting with StarClan over the two returned to camp. The she-cat knew almost everything that Thorncloud had taught her. Now she was ready to do things on her own. As a final test Thorncloud stepped back and gave her three days to take care of any problems. Random cats were chosen to be "injured" and Springleaf had to correctly name the herbs needed to treat them. The she-cat named them all correctly and Thorncloud knew his choice had been right. Two days after her mock test he announced he was retiring and gave Springleaf full responsibility for the Clan. The she-cat was nervous, but she knew she could do it! She spent the next several moons caring for her Clan and never wavered from her duty to them.

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Springleaf accepted!

[chill ♦♪]

tom, 34 moons, deputy, shadowclan

appearance
large, jet black tom with golden eyes and a large scar on the right side of his face

reason for name
ebony: pelt color
claw: his fierce attitude and excellent fighting abilities

personality
ebonyclaw's personality is as harsh and straightforward as his name might suggest. he doesn't often socialize with his clanmates outside of his duties, which he takes very seriously. he can be known to be rather angry and standoffish at times, due to the fact that he often believes his clan doesn't take things seriously enough, but he does his best to fix this idea by performing his role as deputy to the highest degree of excellence that he can possibly manage. though some see him as intimidating and some have questioned whether he is merely power hungry, it is nothing but the opposite. though ebonyclaw seems incapable of coming off as friendly or generally appealing, his loyalty knows no bounds, and it is the fact that he would lay down his life for his leader and his clan that got him to where he is today. he is absolutely devoted to shadowclan, and absolutely nothing could shake his faith in what he believes in.

history
ebonyclaw wasn't always the dark, brooding cat he is today. in fact, as a kit, he was rather adventurous and friendly. he was always playing around with his identical brother shadekit, quite the hassle for his mother, owlwing. by the time his apprenticeship came around, everyone could already tell that he was going to be a great warrior. all his playfights and short trips into the forest had given him quite the headstart. it was only about a moon into his training, however, that he gained his famous injury. a fox entered shadowclan territory, and because he was so used to being told that he was going to be such a fantastic warrior someday, ebonypaw tried to take it on. the fox, only wandering about, defended itself and ended up clawing the right side of his face, leaving him with a long, ugly scar. ebonypaw couldn't understand why no one had told him he wasn't good enough to take on the fox, or why no one had come along to defeat it. obviously his clan wasn't working hard enough. from that moment on, he trained harder and harder than ever before, focusing only on being the best he could be and bettering his clan so the same mistakes wouldn't be made again. the scar on his face and his excellent warrior skills always remind him of where he came from and what he has to do, and perhaps one day, everyone will be safe and understand what he is trying to do for them.

sample
yet again, ebonyclaw was the first to slip out of the warriors den, the soft glow of dawn washing over his pelt as he scanned the empty scene before him. he'd long grown accustomed to being the first to wake and last to sleep, his mind always filled with plans of how he'd best serve his clan each day. drifting silently forward, he inspected the fresh kill pile, which was fairly well stocked for this time of year. he couldn't help but nod in approval, though he was already planning on sending out a patrol later. you could never have too much prey, be too well fed and healthy. he'd also set about sending out a dawn patrol as soon as a couple cats managed to drag themselves out of their nests. and training the apprentices, always training. if only the next generation could learn the way he did. train like he did. his only hope for shadowclan was for them to thrive, to be strong, maybe even be the strongest. shadowclan was his clan, and he would do anything to make them the best they could be. today was a new day, and there was much work to do.

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Flightstar
she-cat, 43 moons, leader, windclan

appearance
A strong lean gray tabby she-cat with mismatched eyes.

Slim of body and strong of limb Flightstar is no weak link. Her frame is made up of well put together muscle and a certain amount of noble baring. This proud look is at constant odds with the she-cat's mood, however, and often presents her as a dual minded individual. Like many of her clanmates the leader falls into the category of compact, despite the height with which she stands. Settled into a neat little body the feline stands upon stilts and is quiet happy about it. As she stands tall above many a cat Flightstar remains thin to the extreme. Due to her anxious attitude and her depth of devotion the silver tabby rarely finds the time to eat more then a bit a day, and has fallen to the slim side because of it.

Despite this Flightstar remains well muscled upon her shoulders and haunches as any of her warriors. The she-cat did not give up her training when first the duty of deputy, and then leader became her constant worry. She remained true and truly obsessive in keeping up her musculature and demands upon a flexible frame. Along side this demanded and accepted build the she-cat lays her covering of slate. Wrapped around her sharp shoulders and draped across that sleek body exists a shroud of metal. The hues of Flightstar's fur meld between pale silvers about her underbelly and a darker tinge of slate around her spine and ears. Shot through with iron dark stripes that grow thinner and paler the farther aground they grow, the woman can often appear almost floating in effect.

Perhaps her most interesting feature, however, exists within that sharply angled face. White whiskers and shocking pink nose aside Flightstar has two very different eyes. The right is a shade paler then forest green, the pallet including more olive and grays then sharp color. The left however never left it's kitten pallid blue. This mismatched addition gives Flightstar a slightly off look, and creates a certain amount of unease in the oddity of it. Yet the two separate colors do not give the she-cat any trouble, as many a cat may be deaf the leader remains whole despite the abnormality. It is simply a pigment deficiency that created a lack of change upon the aging that tinted the other optic.


reason for name
flight; for her grandmother whom she resembles. foot; for speed and sure footing. star; provided upon her becoming leader.

personality
Energetic. Dutiful. Impatient.
Flightstar lacks the ability to sit still. It simply isn't a part of what she is. High strung and lightly pawed the leader has a tendency to run herself ragged and still have that playful gleam in her eye. It seems the energy in that heart is boundless, and even exhausted Flightstar can be known to hop back to her feet and march off to battle. This strength dose however have it's draw backs. Impatience is a problem in the Windclan leader, who despite being extremely patient in certain situations simply can not wait for others to make up their minds. She has a habit of coming to instant conclusions and has no patience for others who do not. In her own mind Flightstar believes that facts are facts and a cat should be able to make certain assumptions automatically. Thought is useless when it's just obvious, after all. Despite this Flightstar is willing to allow for such time, even if she doesn't like it. She has a duty to hear others out and she is not about to blank that out.

Strong willed. Hard headed. Loud.
Flightstar is not a cat to take advise or criticism easily. Though she is willing to hear it out and at times may accept such things, the she-cat hates to be told what to do and as such often just ignores it. Flightstar's gray skull is thick as lead, and once a decision has been made she is not about to divert from it. It is a bad trait that has gotten the silver tabby into more trouble then she cares to think about. Yet she refuses to give ground. This idea is mostly thanks to a hint of built in arrogance that the leader isn't entirely aware of. Atop the strong will and an inability to take direction Flightstar adds a certain loudness that can not be denied. She will not stand by in any situation, confident in her right to add her opinion. It doesn't matter if you ask for it or not. She's gonna give it to you, and expect you to use it. A bit of a hypocrite in this way, Flightstar tries to back off in some situations such as another clan's battles. She really does. She just can't keep her mouth closed sometimes.

Devoted. Empathetic. Actress.
Having always been a highly devoted clanmate Flightstar doesn't plan to stop now. Her every breath is given to Windclan, and she expects nothing less from herself. The other clans may gain her attention in their own problems, but Flightstar would never put Windclan in danger for any of the others. Her loyalty is to home first, and always will be. In a hard leafbare she would never share a thing, despite the fact that at any other time of year she would do so happily. Empathy is a powerful part of the she-cat's personality. Alongside all that energy and a certain level of arrogance, Flightstar has a rather impressive gift for reading others. Wile she may feign obliviousness for the sake of a clanmate Flightstar can be counted on to use emotion to goad others on, if not to simply control or command another clan's warrior. As it were she has a small problem with using emotions to control other cats in general. A brilliant actress the silver tongued she-cat finds it far to easy to bring up the face needed for any situation. Despite her obnoxious mouth she is constantly observing, and can be trusted to pull up the best facade.

Devious. Mistrusting. Anxious.
Flightstar is a devious little monster. Despite her goodwill towards her clan mates the she-cat often uses her fast wit to control situations. She has no trust in most cats, despite her own loyalty to her clan. Flightstar finds it difficult to trust a cat on first meeting, no matter who it is. She has a problem with testing her warriors in stupid infuriating ways. Such as impossible problems, or insolvable puzzles. Often the Windclan cat can be found plotting on her own. It is a way to quiet that constantly rushing mind after all. In the same way Flightstar shoves herself into just about everything Windclan related. Though she isn't a micro manager per say, the warrior has a love of toying and more often then not places her nose where it does not belong. She has a bad habit of using words to press another's thoughts in a direction it otherwise would not have gone. Often in the direction Flightstar herself wants it to go. On top of all of that Flightstar is an extremely anxious cat. Odd as it sounds when combined with her fearless behavior, it is indeed quiet true. The thing is she worries about extremely stupid things. Akin to 'what would happen if the river changed course?' or 'what if shadowclan's medicine cat came to murder me in my sleep?'. She simply takes small investigations into her own paws and plays as detective until her fears are dissuaded.

Extrovert. Introvert. Confident.
Flightstar is obviously an extrovert with her clan. Confident of her abilities and of Windclan the she-cat finds no fault in being herself amongst them. They watched her grow up after all, and are well accustom to her sudden thoughts and rapid pacing. All of those quirks are open wide to Windclan, and excepted or not continue on as always. Flightstar is simply not one to hide a thing from her warriors. Despite her lack of trust in some individuals she would never keep secrets from them unless the clan was in very real danger. Never the less Flightstar often seems the introvert to other clans. Amongst cats that she does not know the tabby becomes quiet and observant. She can often be described as creepy with a blank mask and twitchy ears. Flightstar has commented more then once amongst her warriors that gatherings are a time to make silent warnings and see their enemies warnings as well. It is in this manor that Flightstar seems cold or distant towards other clan's, despite her general desire to help them along.


history
Born to regular warriors as so many other cats are, Flightkit held no special powers or extra footing. Birthright spoke of warriorship and little else, but don't all kits want to be leader? Growing with her siblings Heatherkit and Stonekit, the young child knew nothing of the world, and yet she spoke as if the world were her own. Arrogant as a kit ever is, Flightkit bossed her littermates around like a queen, and expected them to obey. As it were, they often did. Through cunning and a certain lack of caring for the rules the young Flightkit created an aura of respect for herself admits her fellow kits. This aura did not transfer itself anywhere else, though, as it was created by sneaking and rule breaking. Adults could be so very cross at times.

Born in a time of peace, Flightkit often seemed the trouble maker. A cat with too much energy for her own good. In a time of war, perhaps, this doubtless strength may have been appreciated, but as it were the little tabby only found herself under everyone's paws. This was how she spent her first six months within Windclan's camp. Constantly trying to escape it, or at least make it more interesting. What was she to do after all? Mother Hollybranch was so boring! And her brother and sister loved it just as much as she did, yet Flightkit as the lead harassment on Windclan was the constant scapegoat. Or would have been if she hadn't actually caused all the problems she denied. It was a relief to both mother and clan when Flightkit gained her apprentice name and a mentor in a tom called Fallowstep who was patient enough to stand the creature.

Flightpaw's apprentice years went far better then her kithood had ever gone. Finding an outlet for her constant need to move and a level of anxiety that had yet to be revealed the she-cat set herself to training with vigor. She became a reliable member of her deeply loyal clan. Having gained her place the apprentice swiftly began to make friends. Where once she had been annoying Flightpaw had found patience in training and grew to be a likeable cat. It was a surprising change, and one that many a cat was thankful for. That silly obnoxious kit had become a helpful of Windclan, and her mentor was deeply proud of her.

Fallowstep and Flightpaw had a very close relationship during the she-cat's apprentice years. The two treated each other like siblings, as Fallowstep was a relatively young cat upon gaining his mentorship. Thanks to this tight bond the duo trained often and well, teaching each other as much as the apprentice alone. Flightpaw learned easily and absorbed new information like a sponge, demanding more all the wile. It was revealed that the swiftly growing cat's itchiness was a product of a continuously running mind. Finding it hard to shut the thing off both Flightpaw and Fallowstep spent many a night out on the moor, learning some new battle move or training in moonlit hunting. Flightpaw was deeply grateful for this devotion and still counts Fallowstep among her closest friends.

Gaining her warrior name at the age of 14 moons thanks to a battle forged by Riverclan, Flightfoot became a working member of Windclan's ranks. Strong willed and swift the newly made warrior created a name for herself and served with gusto. Her early warrior years were spent hunting and patrolling like any other cat. It was as she grew older that Flightfoot began to be something other. With a strong mind and a dutiful heart the warrior took to leading patrols and creating battle moves. She could be trusted with any task provided to her and by the time Leopardwind died in his final battle the she-cat had trained an apprentice with another at paw. Larkwing being her first, and a strong young cat. Molepaw being the second, whom shortly after Flightfoot's being named deputy was killed by a fox.

Serving as deputy with just as much determination as anything else she had ever done, Flightfoot took to it like a bird to air. She found her strategic mind and sure paws had a place in which they could do as much good as possible. Strong in this assertion the Windclan deputy served faithfully for the moons that Breezestar remained leader. Providing for her clan was a love of Flightfoot's and as such she did not truly thing ahead as many a cat would have done. Upon Breezestar's death the she-cat was truly shocked. Sudden complete responsibility was settled upon her thin shoulders, and the feline wasn't entirely sure what to do with it. For the first couple of moons after receiving her nine lives Flightstar shrugged about, trying to find a position were the weight did not pain her.

In time she did find that spot, and in that same time she placed herself in a perfectly good spot within the leadership. Flightstar was made to serve her clanmates, and as such she continues to do so with a full heart and a powerful mind. Windclan is hers to care for, and the clan has become her children. Let come what may, Flightstar has and will continue to protect her clanmates with all the fierceness of Tigerclan and all the strength of Windclan at her back.

sample
Ebony paws struck dirt like mallets, the end of my toes curling back in an effort to dissuade my weary shuffle. Oh Skoll I could barley walk, let alone stop this monotonous grinding of my stormy claws into the dust. Everything felt numb. Cold. Rain drenched everything that had once been burning under the fierce flame of the sun. Skoll was hidden in clouds, and what was once sand tuned to a dangerous muck that caught and drug me in my urge to move. It didn't matter. This danger. My pains. Nothing mattered. Abeni. I had to find Abeni. Blind silver eyes searched vainly, blinking rapidly against the deluge infesting them. Water fell heavy and thick upon me, racing past and through the course inky hairs now clinging to my too thin frame. At least is was raining now. The sky carried on in it's agonies as I limped and stumbled forward.

Carska couldn't track me through this. None of them could. Even my nose, keen as it was, was relatively useless. Drops clung to the pebbled black surface and rolled away taking with them any information I might have gathered. No. I was blind and alone. Only my ears seemed to be functioning properly and then all they could hear despite their ever moving forms was the rumble of thunder and the constant pattering of fat raindrops. Giving up I laid the dripping auds against my skull and lowered my head. Forge on. There was still wet sand under paw, sticking to every hair it could reach. I was nearing Akando. Nearing my daughter and these lions with whom she had decided to associate herself with.

Not that I had any right to deny her such things. Abeni... had every right to be with her own kind. To have children that were her own and would never suffer from speciesism. Even if the father was that pig headed buffoon. Dead now. Syntax had brought the news from a wide patrol. Ezhno was dead now, and his daughter and her milk mate Ackecheta lead. It was the reason why in my delusional trembling state that I had hiked the miles north. My baby could be in trouble. This change in leadership could prove disastrous for everyone involved. I had to make sure. I had to be sure that my Abeni was safe and happy. At least safe. No one was happy any more.

Sister would be furious with me. Paradox had said the wound stretching from shoulder to chest had become infected, and it definitely smelt worse then before. But I could not see it and thus I could pretend in my rain clogged nose that there was nothing wrong. That the fiery agony tearing through my chest was just my imagination. That I could stretch my right leg out as far as I once could. Everything was fine, and as I trudged into the desert lands of Akando shrouded in the blackness of twilight and storm clouds I could not care for myself. Every thought dictated action. Abeni. Where was Abeni?

(wasn't sure if it needed to be the leader or not...? So I used an older one I can change it if you'd like.)

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will slowly go blind in blue eye over the next 24 to 36 moons.

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You're both accepted alright post your bios and one of the admin will get to accepting it!

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Lightstar
she-cat, 32 moons, leader, ShadowClan

appearance
Lightstar is a lightly built she-cat, with a wedge-shaped face and narrow brilliant green eyes. She is a golden-brown tabby with hints of gray on her face and back, with more gold towards her belly. Her underside and inside of legs are a creamy white, and there are broad brown stripes on her tail.

reason for name
Her mother thought her pelt was the soft color of morning light.

personality
Lightstar is strict and reserved, ruling with discipline in one paw and fairness in the other. She doesn't like bouncing around and annoying others, and talks only when she feels like there's something to say. When a cat acts up she is quick with justice and punishment, though not unfairly. She doesn't tolerate Out of Clan affairs, or breaking the warrior code. Lightstar has a magnetic personality that draws other cats toward her, using that to influence others decisions when needed. She's an intelligent she-cat who strikes Clans at perfect timing, and loves coming with hunting/battle strategies. She's a natural born leader, which her mentor realized- but he had quite a time channeling it within her, as she hated being corrected. Lightstar is unfortunately grudging, and when a cat makes her mad, she often stays mad. She doesn't like other cats being better at her in anything, though she tries keeping to herself, even though she likes being the best at all.

history
Lightstar's mother died kitting her and her brother, Falconheart*. They were raised lovingly by another queen, and Lightstar's father was very supportive and encouraging toward them. As an apprentice her mentor trained hard and was a no-nonsense cat, so perhaps Lightstar got that from him. He taught her discipline and leadership, yet fairness. Lightstar often resented him, though later she realized how much he had helped her. As a warrior she worked hard at everything she did, yearning to be the best. She secretly wanted praise and admiration for what she did, though on the outside, she was just a quiet and efficient cat. Her apprentice, Flamepaw, died of greencough. Lightstar was struck with sorrow, but moved on. Eventually Coldstar noticed Lightstar's efforts and natural leadership, so he appointed her deputy after Leopardwind died. Many cats were shocked since Lightstar (at the time, Lightfur) was so young, but in time they decided she was an alright deputy. Lightstar was proud of her new position in the Clan and hustled to improve it by making them work harder. (Of course.) Coldstar then lost his last life in a battle, and Lightstar rose to the spotlight, determined to show the other Clans what she could do.

sample
Lightstar and her patrol studied the ThunderClan cats flowing over the slope, heading for ShadowClan territory. Her green eyes narrowed as her mind ran through various strategies. "Surround them on both sides and shove them down the slope. We'll have the advantage if we're attacking higher up." The warriors around her nodded and whirled into action, accelerating towards the ThunderClan cats.

A heavy black tom bowled over Lightstar, forcing her light frame over. They tumbled over in a cloud of dust as she fiercely clawed him, the ThunderClan stench overwhelming her nose. A feral snarl ripped out from her throat as she slashed his ear, feeling satisfaction as her claws slipped a notch into it. He slammed her head and she crumpled to the ground, immense pain washing over her. Lightstar quickly scrambled to her feet and darted past his side, scoring blood on his hind leg. Hopping onto his back, she battered him with her powerful legs and clawed his head. The tom yowled in defeat and raced away, leaving Lightstar panting. She surveyed her surroundings and saw the ShadowClan cats standing victorious. A purr broke from her chest. The battle was won.

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*I don't know the previous ShadowClan leader's name, so I just made it up. Sorry if this bio is short, just let me know if it needs to be extended.



*bio to be made

[☼ MAGGIE ☼]

rain, windclan leader has already been auditioned for (and won) and is waiting to be posted and accepted.

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! Ah, ok. Sorry about that, I'll audition for something else.

admin edit: please refrain from double posting.

Is ShadowClan leader already filled? I checked the top and it said none was needed, but it wasn't filled either.

[☼ MAGGIE ☼]

It is open. c: