MOONCLAN DEPUTY AUDITIONS. (:

[SHADE. :D]

I know it's early, but I want to be prepared.

You know the drill.

Good luck!

<3

[all out JINX ♥]

I looked away
then I looked back at you,
you try to say
the things that you can't undo

If I had my way
I'd never get over you
today's the day
I pray that we make it through

Deliriumfoot

an acute and relatively sudden (developing over hours to days) decline in attention-focus, perception, and cognition

male
32 moons
moonclan
deputy
paintingportraitsofghosts

Make it through the fall
make it through it all
And I don't wanna fall to pieces
I just wanna sit and stare at you

I don't wanna talk about it
and I don't wanna conversation
I just wanna cry in front of you
I don't wanna talk about it
'cause I'm in love with you

This male's coat is perfect for both hiding and being in the wintry weather. He has normal length thin white legs with silver fur covering most of the top layer of her legs. Attached to his legs are small white paws with silver fur around his black pads. His flank is very thin but has long white fur with a coat of silver over the white making him look not so thin, not a rib shows through his long fur but the muscle's ripple the fur letting you know their there. His pelt is a gorgeous shiny white colour with what looks like paint was poured onto him with the colour of silver around the back stopping at the neck but rolling down his legs. His tail is the same long-hair as the rest of his beautiful pelt and is longer then the average size for his age. His tail is also the beautiful neat white as the rest of the pelt, the silver paint travels again down the tail only dripping down the top leaving the bottom a beautiful white.

His head is in a thin hour-glass shape, showing how neatly his pelt and skin drape around his cheeks. His chest and neck are the same beautiful neat white. His cheeks are a neat silver with what looks like darker silver tabby markings, the same with the top of her head, and ears. His ears are a little big in size and are a neat silver with no tufts at the tips. His whiskers and teeth are the same gorgeous ivory as his perfectly curved claws. His last perfect feature is his amazing opticals that bring his name to life. They are a dark night green colour, then thin light green lines are spread through both of his eyes making it look like shattered green glass. His eyes are the main feature of his beauty and always seems to have a water filled orb look to them.

Your the only one
I'd be with 'till the end
when I come undone
you bring me back again

Back under the stars
back into your arms
and I don't wanna fall to pieces
I just wanna sit and stare at you

This male is quite the odd one when it comes to his personality. He doesn't like to speak his mind but often does if his opinion is asked of, but mostly keeps to himself. He is intelligent in the art of battle combat and loves to teach others the best tricks for it. He usually isn't sarcastic so he is taken very seriously by his clan-mates, he doesn't like anyone telling him that he's joking when hes dead serious. He is a very loud cat and loves to be the center of attention, but he knows when to bring the right amount of attention to himself without doing anything bad. He loves to be covered in mostly the rain because it soothes his body but doesn't mind the warmth of the sun. He isn't a very sensitive male but spreads his feelings when they are to jumbled up.

He has a problem with his mind that makes him see hallucinations, though no one else knows this and he has them a lot less now. He is a very bold cat and loves to go into battle, but not if it isn't necessary. He is very protective over himself and his clan, he can be really stubborn when it comes to others ordering him around just for the fun of it. The thick outer shell of the handsome male may take time to chisel the trust into your paws for it's very hard to gain his trust. His heart lies with his clan and StarClan and whatever his destiny is but for now just MoonClan and StarClan.

I don't wanna talk about it
I don't want a conversation
I just wanna cry in front of you
I don't wanna talk about it
'cause I'm in love with you

Wanna know who you are
wanna know where to start
I wanna know what this means
wanna know how you feel

Now some may think that Aloeleaf had everything, a beautiful mother, a legendary father, a fantastic mate, and now pregnant, but it wasn't never a straight road for her. Though know one knew it, Aloeleaf's mother had neglected her to keep her 'beautiful glow', and she never met her father she still hated him for loving her mother. As for her mate Aloeleaf was yelled at by him every time she didn't do what he wanted her to do, every night she cursed at StarClan while in the nursery for baring the beastly things inside of her. So the day the kits were born Aloeleaf got up and left the camp, tired and half-way conscious. The pretty female wasn't ever seen again.

Only two of Aloeleaf's kits survived before someone found them, the queen had four kits, one a miscarriage. The oldest of the two kits looked like his mother while the other looked like his mother's father, they both were taken in by a queen that had only one other kit. The queen named the oldest male Maroonkit and the youngest Deliriumkit, she had said many times to them as they grew up that they would grow to be something great. Neither of the kits knew about their real parents or grandparents. Though they were blood brothers they never really got to know one another that well, Maroonkit was a magnet for the she-cats while Deliriumkit stood back with Mothkit and watched. The two foster siblings always talked to each other when something bothered the other, they turned out to be good friends.

At the age of six moons Deliriumpaw was given his real father as a mentor, though both never knew about the other. Deliriumpaw tried his hardest to impress Rowanshadow he never could, he was always yelled at or put down of the little mistakes he made. One time at a training session his mentor yelled at him saying 'If your not perfect then your a worthless piece of crowfood!' Every time after that Deliriumpaw did every thing to perfection which made his mentor even more mad now that he had nothing to yell at him for. So on Deliriumpaw's final days as an apprentice Rowanshadow finally went to far, instead of yelling at the agile male he hit him. Deep in shock the apprentice just laid on the ground staring up at the warrior, as his mentor was about to hit him again Maroonpaw jumped from the bushes and knocked Rowanshadow from his paws. The two brothers fought Deliriumpaw's mentor off until a patrol finally came with Mothpaw and their foster father, their actual father was exiled.

As a warrior he was named Deliriumfoot for his quick movements and graceful battle moves, his brother was named Marooncloud for his bravery and eagerness to learn (though they both thought it was because of his bushy red tail) and their foster sister was named Mothkeeper for her noble heart and strong will to survive. All three had fought together in many battles like the battle with Chaosfire, but a tragic thing happened during the Tribe war. Their mother had been apart of the tribe and almost fatally wounded Deliriumfoot, he no has a scar going from the back of his neck and down the middle of his back stopping at the hips. Through many of the moons between the gathering and the snowstorm Deliriumfoot he learned about his mother and father and that Secretstorms wasn't really his mother and Mothkeeper wasn't really his sister. He wasn't mad at his foster mother for long though, a few moons after that Marooncloud had become a great warrior in the clan like their grandfather. It had been only a moon or so into leaf-bare and things had gotten really bad around Black Rivers, Firestar had died leaving Wovenknot to decide who the deputy of MoonClan would be. It just so happened to be him.

Wanna know what is real
I wanna know
everything...
everything.

I don't wanna fall to pieces
I just wanna sit and stare and at you
I don't wanna talk about it
I don't wanna conversation

Aloeleaf -- mother
Rowanshadow -- father
Secretstorms -- foster mother
Ryewinds -- foster father
Marooncloud -- brother
Mothkeeper -- foster sister
Petrelbeams -- grandmother
Hiddenmist -- grandfather

I just wanna cry in front of you
I don't wanna talk about it
and I don't wanna fall to pieces
I just wanna sit and stare at you

I don't wanna talk about it
I don't want a conversation
I just wanna cry in front of you
and I don't wanna talk about it

'Cause I'm in love with you
I'm in love with you
'cause I'm in love with you
I'm in love with you
I'm in love with you

song : fall to pieces
artist : avril lavigne

[KURI. (happy birfday to me :D)]

I thought you were picking your deputy, Shade? o.o
although I shouldn't be talking. >.>

[x.Jolly.x]

Fireh told me I should audition, so audition coming soon. xD

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Named to Die;;
Scorchedleaf

I mean...;;
Scorched: To burn something to ashes.
Leaf: Piece of tree.

Thoughtful paintings;;
Male

What's it matter when you don't listen;;
50 moons

Livin' to Die;;
Moonclan

Walkin' through the forest;;
Warrior

Check it;;
Scorchedleaf is a black tom with dark ginger splotches all over him. Though this is an unusual sight to see, it is easily explained. When Scorchedleaf was only two moons old, his fur was a dark ginger. But when he was that old, his denmother started to notice black fur on him. From then on, Scorchedleaf's fur was changing from dark ginger to black. See, some of his skin cells were going haywire and diluting the pigment of his skin, making his fur change colours as well. From a long ago battle, he had suffered a long scratch down the side of his pelt which is now forever showing. His paws are like the colour of snow. They stand out during the warm months, but hide well in the cold months. He has little white tufts of hair at the top of his ears, making him look more like a wild cat.

Scorchedleaf has a larger build than most cats. His paws are bigger, so he can run distances easier. His muscles are strong which enable him to jump and catch that oh-so-juicy prey from above in those trees. His claws are sharp and have slashed through many a cat's fur. His dark amber eyes betray his calm mood as they focus on his haunted past. The way they dart around show that he's always ready for that unexpected attack.

Watch it;;
Scorchedleaf is a normally good tempered warrior. He has moments though, when he remembers a long lost memory that either puts him in a rage or makes him depressed. Ever since he lost his mate to a disease, he became overprotective of his family. He is a loving, protective cat, though. He has a fear of disease, for he has almost died from the same one as his mate. He enjoys to hunt, especially with apprentices because they are always willing to learn. He has a love to sit on rocks overlooking the camp and just watch his beloved clan's ways. He likes to doze in the sun. He also enjoys to play with the kits because they are so lively and fun to be around.

Scorchedleaf's mood has changed entirely since his daughter died. The tom now approaches water carefully, fearing that he would meet the same fate as his daughter. He regards life as a precious thing and not to be toyed with.

Live my life in your shoes;;

Wee little one there
Scorchedleaf knew nothing of his life as a loner, though he was one as a wee kitten. His mother knew not of clan ways, yet she did not want to have a kitten around so she left him in the forest to be found by a loner. What she did not know, was that where she had dropped off her kitten, was in Moonclan territory. A warrior found him and gave him to Roseflower, a queen whose kits were just made apprentices. Roseflower took Scorchedkit in as her own, and he was raised as if he was clanborn, and no cat wanted to tell him otherwise. Then came his apprentice ceremony.

Oh no, he's a comin'
Scorchedpaw was like any normal apprentice. That is, until a border war broke out in which he was clawed badly. his den mother, Roseflower, was killed in the battle and Scorchedpaw grieved with her own kits. They were sad, but Scorchedpaw's mentor told him to get over it. His apprenticeship was normal after that.

Responsibilities? Bah!
Scorchedpaw became Scorchedleaf. He was just newly warriored, when Scorchedleaf met the love of his life. Silentsong was a beautiful she-cat, who was extremely kind. The two of them live in a happy wonderland, until greencough hit the camp. The two of them caught it, and Scorchedleaf was close to death. His mate, on the other hand, was too weak to battle the illness well. The two cats were side by side as she fought for her last breaths. Scorchedleaf only awoke in time to watch her die. The queen headed off to Starclan late that night after a short battle with greencough. Scorchedleaf bowed his head and grieved during the rest of the night and well into the morning. His mate had three kits, one survivor Sorrowkit, and he sent her to be raised in the nursery, distancing himself, but protective all the same. He still misses Roseflower and his mate, and knows that his mate waits for him in Starclan. He finally told his daughter, Sorrowfrost about their connection as father and daughter and it still grows strongly today. One night his memories were tainted for a long time because he unburied a long lost memory that told him of his past, yet it is still confusing him.

Much later on, he was out hunting with his two friends when he came across a scent that was as familiar to him as Moonclan was. Sorrowfrost had been missing, and Scorchedleaf had caught her scent. He had called out, then found her body. Not sure that it was hers, he cleaned it. Then he found that it was her. His best friend, his apprentice, his daughter. Gone.

The was a great battle involving the Tribe of Nightmares. Scorchedleaf fought his hardest to protect his clan. The sight was terrifying, though. The dead cats seemed to show no mercy as cat after cat died in their paws. Scorchedleaf escaped the battle with minor injury whereas one of his best friends had dies. Scorchedleaf came back to camp to find his other best friend, Thunderdance. The two became mates soon after that.

Long after that,Scorchedleaf recieved another apprentice: Cyanpaw. He taught the young she-cat everything she needed to know and watched her become a great apprentice, then warrior. He watched and was proud when she became Cyanfeather. Soon after that, though, Cyanfeather left the clan. Scorchedleaf was a little disappointed, but soon got over it as he heard that Wovenknot had kits.

An announcement surprised the tom as he was named temporary deputy. Scorchedleaf stepped up to the plate with hope to help guide the clan through the aftermath of the Great Battle. Meanwhile, though, Scorchedleaf's mate, Thunderdance, seemed to become more distanced than ever. Then, she had a surprising announcement to him. She told him that she was pregnant. Scorchedleaf was surprised, but happy. After the death of his daughter, he was going to have his own kits again.

A while later, Wovenknot resumed her Deputy duties and Scorchedleaf returned to his warrior duties to serve his clan as faithfully as he could.


Coming... coming... Here!;;
What must I do to fight him off? He keeps coming! Scorchedpaw thought angrily as he saw the cat circling him. He lashed his tail from side to side as he thought of a way to do this. 'Okay, he will be there next.' He mewed under his breath. He launched himself at the place where he knew where the cat would be next. With a triumphant yowl, he landed on his mentor's haunches. 'Gotcha!' Scorchedpaw jumped off and sat down, waiting for his next assignment. 'Go hunting, and try to bring back three pieces of freshkill, then feed the elders and queens first.' His mentor instructed. Scorchedpaw nodded and took off, scenting the air. He closed his eyes and let the sounds of the earth overwhelm him. He heard as a mouse went by and he quickly caught it. He found the other pieces of prey and headed back to camp. What a fun day! I love training! He thought happily as he trotted into his home.

Never knew 'em;;
Mother:Unknown[Fate unknown]
Father:Unknown,[Fate unknown]
Siblings: Unknown [Fate unknown]
Mate:Silentsong [Deceased],Thunderdance
Daughter: Sorrowfrost [Deceased]

There's nothin' else to say;;
Thanks to Brindle for the idea of haywire skin cells.

Got nothin' to say, no how;;
Painting

Portraits

of

Ghosts.

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[SHADE. :D]

I was going to, but then I decided not to... :]

[cheshy says grace]

black cactus killer.

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H A U N T E D M A S K

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a g e ; 33 moons
c l a n ; cloudclan
r a n k ; deputy
s e x ; tom
q u i c k i e ; a massive tawny tomcat with dark circles around his golden eyes

Black Cactus Choir in Neon Savannah.
We travel in packs in our hot air balloons.
Black Cactus Choir in Neon Savannah.
Assassins with tusks and glasses
Sneak into our black cactus baskets.
Black Cactus Choir in Neon Savannah.
Who stuck a knife in my balloon?
Now I'm marooned in a bazaar in Khartoum.

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Built like a lion, there is nothing about Hauntedmask that is not somewhat imposing.

First off, are his eyes. Golden yellow in color, slightly ringed with a bit of brown around the edges of the pupil. He has dark black circles around his eyes [his namesake], making him look as though he was tired all the time. They seem to have the ability to read people's emotions, to see when something is bothering them. It is, I suppose, part of what makes Hauntedmask such a good deputy, being able to understand what is going through his warrior's heads. However, those same features are also great at hiding what Hauntedmask really feels, especially when the pressures of being a deputy get to him.

His fur is tawny like a lion's, only a bit darker. It starts as a dark brown on his head, and slowly melts into a mixture of orange and white toward his chin and belly. His fur is thick and well-insulated, and fairly good at keeping out water, though not as well as a typical CloudClan cat, seeing as his true heritage lies with MoonClan. His tail is rather short for a feline his size. The tip of it is dark brown like the top of his head.

When you look at Hauntedmask you must think lion. Everything about this tom resembles the lion. His thick, well-built muscles, his height, his paws, his tail, his head. Anything and everything. Speaking of height - Hauntedmask is tall and rather thickly built. The tom has awfully broad shoulders and thick muscles under his pelt - which seem to get in the way. His head is almost... immense. It's quite wide and large for a cat, but with his build, it looks just his size. He's one of the largest cat's in the clan - No, scratch that, he is the largest cat in the clan. In result "Leo" is his nickname within CloudClan and the cats that don't know him call him "Lioncat".

He is a fierce warrior, and most would cower at the thought of facing him in battle. Hauntedmask's paws were always much bigger than the other apprentice's. Causing him to be quite clumsy when he was hunting, he always scared all the prey away. His paws the same color as the edge of his tail only a tiny bit lighter. Sharp claws hide within his toes, though he reserves those for only those who truly deserve it.

He's a killer, a killer, a Black Cactus Killer!
He's a killer, a killer, a Black Cactus Killer!
He's a killer, a killer, a Black Cactus Killer!
He's a killer, a killer, a Black Cactus Killer!
Now my face is grotesquely deflated.
And all my typewriters,
They're clicking heavy metal lyrics.
Everything's turned to sxxt
There's mosquitoes as big as moons
Hovering around my crawling corpse.

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iNDEPENDENT.
To put it simply, Hauntedmask likes to do things on his own. He prefers to hunt for his own food and complete most tasks on his own time. However, Hauntedmask is usually smart enough to know when to swallow his pride and simply accept the aide.

He is strong willed and outspoken and he will stand up for the young, innocent, and the weak. He is calm and collected in times of crisis and he is always ready to step up. He does the things that others refuse to do. When there are no apprentices he agrees to do their tasks along with his own duties. He cleans the elders den and the nursery without being asked and he never looks for praise. He knows right from wrong and understands that sometimes cats can do the wrong thing for the right reasons.

HEADSTRONG.
Hauntedmask, if nothing else, is sure of himself. He knows what he's doing, and he knows he knows what he's doing. Most of the time. One of Hauntedmask's flaws is that he has a hard time admitting that he is wrong - he likes to be right. All of the time.

He believes in himself, which is an important part of being deputy. He doesn't ever do anything that makes him feel over-confident; he just knows what he is, and what he has to do. He is able to overcome his enemies this way with his belief. He never knows how something is going to end, but if he believes hard enough, he thinks he'll be able to do it.

SARCASTiC.
When he becomes impatient [which is more often than you'd think] or is simply joking around, Hauntedmask can become rather sarcastic. He can be mean when he wants to be, but he almost never means anything he says.

PLAYFUL.
Hauntedmask has many friends because of his jokey manner. He knows how to be funny and entertaining, though he doesn't always know when to be serious. He loves to play with the clan's kits and apprentices, and is quite popular among most of the clan.

Hauntedmask is a very humorous cat. He's often called childish by others. He loves to tell and make up jokes. He even plays practical jokes on his clan-mates. Even his favorite saying is "Laughter is the best medicine." He always says it when another cat is being a grouch about his pranks and/or jokes. He loves the look on cats' faces when they don't understand what he's saying. Hauntedmask loves young cats. He thinks that they are alot more fun than the older cats. Sometimes he will help a young cat with their duties. He doesn't much care for older cats, but he does respect them. He has always thought that the older a cat gets, the grouchier they get.

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Dirt in my mouth,
Barbed wire lingerie flying on all fours.
Where's that man with the megaphone?
I want to see the man with the megaphone right now,
I wanna see his face!
He's a killer, a killer, a Black Cactus Killer!
He's a killer, a killer, a Black Cactus Killer!
He's a killer, a killer, a Black Cactus Killer!
He's a killer, a killer, a Black Cactus Killer!
Black Cactus Choir in Neon Savannah.
All the crowds throwing stones
At my black cactus bones.

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the C A S T

hauntedmask / the head honcho / alive
tawnypelt / the man-eating mother / unknown
moonshine / the frightened father / alive
daysky / the boring brother / alive
zapfang / the appealing apprentice / alive
colortwist / the animus apprentice / alive
firestar / the late leader / dead
wovenstar / the living leader / alive
frostpelt / the murderous mentor / dead

Hauntedmask was born thirty-three moons ago, to the MoonClan warrior, Tawnypelt, and the CloudClan warrior Moonshine. Both of his parents were very young - barely out of apprenticeship, when Hauntedkit and his brother, Daykit, were born. Moonshine loved his two kits dearly, but Tawnypelt was not ready for - nor did she want - to have kits. The stress of raising the two kittens made Tawnypelt hate them even more then she previously did; she wouldn't even take a second glance at them. Often, Hauntedmask's parents would get into raging arguments in front of the their children [for they brought the children whenever they went to see each other].

It wasn't even that Hauntedkit and Daykit were poorly behaved, in fact, it was on the contrary - while many other kits were out playing and having fun, the two would sit silently, side-by-side, in an effort to make their mother happy. But still, she continued to ignore them; calling them 'little monsters' and 'rats' both to their faces and behind their backs. Poor Daykit could never figure out why his mother was so mad at him, and he desperately sought her approval for everything, vainly trying to get her to love him. Hauntedkit was just as bothered by the lack of love. He didn't know what was wrong either, and along with his brother, tried everything he could think of to try and get his mother to care about them.

It was when Hauntedkit and his brother were around five moons old, that Tawnypelt finally disappeared for good, leaving the clan without a trace - no one ever saw her again. It was the night Tawnypelt had disappeared when Moonshine had sneaked into MoonClan camp to take his kits to his own clan. The warriors of MoonClan just figured that the kits had run off to find their mother.

When Moonshine had brought his kits to CloudClan he had told Stormstar his story, and even though the great leader was disappointed, he took pity on the warrior and let his kits stay.

Then, Moonshine grew more and more distant after his mate's disappearance, as Hauntedkit and Daykit grew more and more concerned for their father, hoping that they would not lose another parent. Moonshine had started to harm himself, claw marks visible on his wrists, and Hauntedkit and Daykit knew not what to do about it.

But they had nothing to worry about, for even though Moonshine was devastated at Tawnypelt's loss, he could not bring himself to leave his kits alone in the world. Though he struggled for moons with his depression, Moonshine eventually recovered from his sorrow, returning once more to his life, and focusing on more than just the disappearance of Tawnypelt.

By the time that Hauntedkit and Daykit were apprenticed at six moons, their lives couldn't seem to get even more perfect, despite their missing mother. Then Daypaw caught greencough. Hauntedpaw, who was apprenticed to the warrior Frostpelt, refused to leave his brother's side. As a result, he fell further and further behind in his warrior training, but of course, Hauntedpaw could have cared less. He spent hours in the medicine cat's den, helping take care of his sick brother.

Then, his brother had healed and they both went back to training. Hauntedpaw watched his brother become a warrior - Daysky - as he still trained to catch up on his work. A full two moons after Daysky had become a warrior Hauntedpaw finally became Hauntedmask - and proudly.

As Hauntedmask became used to the warrior life he was granted an apprentice. Her name was Zap-paw. Hauntedmask trained her as much as possible, but was careful not to over do it. Zap-paw, who had no parents, looked up to Hauntedmask as though he were her father. And he loved her dearly, as though she were his daughter. They never grew apart even when Zap-paw became a warrior.

Around five moons after Zap-paw became Zapfang, Hauntedmask was given another apprentice. This one - who's name was Colorpaw - hated Hauntedmask with all his heart. Colorpaw had never liked adults - mostly because his parents had abused him at such a young age - and he grew up to hate most grown-ups [except the elders because they told stories]. Hauntedmask and Colorpaw never became close and Colorpaw grew up to become Colortwist.

Meanwhile, Frostpelt - the mentor - had been accused of murder within the clan. Yes, she had done it, but she wouldn't admit it. And her lies were so believable, well, they believed them. And she went on to kill more cats. One's that didn't suit 'StarClan's' potential or one's who had disabilities. She killed many blind cats. Mute cats, deaf cats, mentally retarded cats - disabled cats never fit her standards. She thought them as 'spawn from the Devil himself'. She was a highly religious cat, StarClan was her controller and if she didn't appraise what she thought was StarClan's orders, she would be punished. The she-cat never swore, she never said StarClan's name in vain, and she only killed because she believed that StarClan wanted her to rid of the disabled cats. Frostpelt killed over fifteen cats before she was finally caught in the act by Hauntedmask himself.

She was leaving camp quite late and Hauntedmask had been guarding the camp entrance. He noticed her sneak out but she didn't notice him. the tom followed her closely, wondering what his old mentor was up to. Then he found her crawling into MoonClan Camp. His first assumption was a cross-clan relationship - until she exited camp with a mute kit. She brought the mute little kitten into a shady part of the forest, baiting him with a chance to hunt all on his own. But when they had reached the dark area she murdered him with cold claws. Then Frostpelt left him there and started to retreat back to CloudClan. Hauntedmask stopped her mid-way to camp, he approached her and she hissed, "What're you doing following me?"

[/color] Hauntedmask glared at her and retorted, "What did you do to that poor kit?"[/color] Frostpelt tried to cover it up by looking baffled but even she knew it wouldn't work. Hauntedmask growled and slashed his former mentor's cheek. Frostpelt glared at the tom and tackled him. They let out fierce yowling and screeching but Frostpelt was no match for the bulky warrior tom.

He killed her almost instantly and was almost ashamed of what he had done. But then he remembered - he had just saved the lives of almost twenty cats and as he took his mentor's body back to camp, he tried to think up a lie. He felt as if he was no better than the corpse he was carrying but yet he knew he would never kill again.

Frostpelt's family had all died off and she had had no friends so no one really mourned for the bitter she-cat's loss. Hauntedmask had told the clan that he had found her body and that it had looked like the doings of a badger. But others thought it had been another cat who had killed her. But Frostpelt was never really missed.

But Hauntedmask had never recovered from his shame in killing the elderly she-cat.

Then something horrible happened. Stormstar - the clan leader - lost his last life. The clan mourned for their great leader's death and Fadedmemory became Fadedstar. Now he was to pick the new deputy. Questions and comments were spread throughout the clan. Who will it be? When will it be? It had better be me. Every cat in the clan were amok, running about, trying to be the best warrior. Only one cat stayed back from the rest, and that was - yep, you guessed it - Hauntedmask. Why? Because he knew - even if he tried - he wouldn't get the deputy spot. He knew he had to swallow his pride that week.

But, even to his own surprise, he was who Fadedstar had chosen to take the position. He was ultimately surprised that day as he moved his way through the crowd of cats [for he had sat in the way back] with shaky paws. He approached Fadedstar, and as he did, he asked him, "Why?"[/blockquote]

s e c r e t c o d e ; painting | portraits | of | ghosts !!!

o t h e r ; of course, here I am auditioning ;] no surprise there. took me
forever to come up with a name so aurrie helped me. thankirs [/size]

[idk my bff brindle]

Just putting this out here, but have you ever seen a black cat with orange/red stripes, Jolly?

and I thought Heavystorm's name was Evsom, because I'm using a skin with a black background c:

anyways, bios look good.
uhm, am i not allowed to post here? x.x
just wanted to say:
good luck to everyone (:

[cheshy says grace]

I changed the color of the thing for the convienence [i'll never be able to spell that word o___o] of others :3

thankies brindlez

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[(aurora) of the problematique]

_{Brindle, she does say that he is a tortoiseshell so I guess it'd have to be one of those rare male torties that can reproduce. *shrug*}

[idk my bff brindle]

thanks for not deleting my rant, Shade xD

Cheshy, Heavystorm was a better name than Hauntedmask, in my opinion xD Heavystorm sounds like a brave warrior and Hauntedmask is like 'i is emo cat. i eat you rawr >D'

[[xoxo] shard. :)]

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so you’ve heard the tale of jack and jill
they tripped and they tumbled, and are falling still
but the one about john ain’t so much told
the poor orphan boy left out in the cold

it’s absolutely nothing in the eyes of SOCIETY[/size]
it ain’t gonna hurt ya, boy, why don’t ya TRY IT?[/font]

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>> tom
>> fifty-eight moon
>> moonclan
>> deputy

it was a wind-whippin’ night in the city of lon
the workers had been at it since the break of dawn
and johnny there wasn’t the most cutest of boys
he’d rather watch the stars than tinker with toys

than TINKER with TOYS![/font][/center]

Harvestwhistle. Somehow the name fits him perfectly, inside and out. And yet there’s no possible way it could describe how you look or act. But it just does. It fits, somehow, some way, it fits more than any name could.

We’ll start with his build. Now, for starters, we’ll say that he ain’t short stuff. No, not at all. Harvestwhistle’s long lanky frame makes for a tall figure. He towers over most cats, almost in an intimidating fashion, but if you know him you’d not be intimidated at all. No, enough of that, we’re supposed to be talking about his bodice, yes, yes, his body. That. As said, he’s tall. And lanky, oh, he’s lanky. Each of his legs are about a foot long, spindly like a toothpick. He looks like you could just break him in half with a flick. Oh, no, though, looks can be quite deceiving. His torso is thin with a faint outline of his ribs. The deputy’s neck is long as well, almost like he’s constantly sticking it out. Alas, he’s not. It’s just fitting into the puzzle of his long, spindly self. A thin, solemn face with arge, pointed ears rests upon his lengthy throat, large and loving. And then his tail. Harvestwhistle has the longest tail you’ve ever seen. He sometimes has trouble with it knocking things over as he walks, it subconsciously flowing and flicking and whisking behind him. A deep scar is visible over his right eye, which is now somewhat bloodshot-looking from the cause of the wound.

It’s about time with splash some color and hue into this black and white outline. Painted upon thin, medium-length fur is the shade of charcoal. Almost black, but not quite. Just a dark gray, like polished ebony wood with a thin layer of dust. Harvestwhistle is tortoiseshell patterned, I should mention. Upon this duty black are large and small patches of tan, or maybe a cream. Something like the color of cookie dough, I’d say, maybe a shade or two darker. These appear variously about his pelt. One splotch engulfs his right thigh, another swallows his left hind paw. It tips his right forepaw and splatters a bit on his left shoulder. A large patch is visible on his back with another about one-quarter the size of it just below on his right flank. One tan patch is on his left cheek, another tipping his right ear, and a small one square between the auditory radars. A pink nose upon his loving face accompanies the two warm chocolate brown eyes and extremely long translucent whiskers.

And there you have it. Harvestwhistle. I think the name suits him well.

the other boys teased him, called him weird
called him girly, left johnny in tears
and then one day they took it too far
poor little john took it out on miss mar

they took it TOO FAR![/center]

Harvestwhistle is no rough and tough deputy that you might expect him to be. No, no, not at all. This tortie-patterned tom is one of the most soft, loving creatures you would ever meet. He’s sweet and kind and caring, everything you’d look for it a leader. He’s disciplinary as well, but he let’s things slide when he believes it can be overlooked or was done for a good cause. Understanding, he is, and when he sees forbidden love, you know he’ll keep it a secret. Loyal, though, he’d never have a cross-Clan relationship himself. But he’s also loyal as a friend. Sometimes he’ll put other things before a warrior code, but never without reason.

Despite all this, Harvestwhistle has his moments. He’s an extremely sensitive tom as you might have already guessed. You’ll be talking to him and he seems like his normal, happy self. Then something pops out of your mouth that you didn’t really mean to say that could be considered a bit offensive on his part. In an instant, he goes from the sweetest of sweet to Johnny Raincloud, upset and making a bit of a show of it. It doesn’t take him long to forgive and revert to himself once more, but when you get so used to him being gentle and kind and optimistic and then suddenly he starts yelling in your face about something you accidentally did, it can get a bit scary, even if the treatment is mild. I mean, do you know someone who is always nice almost all of the time? Now, just imagine them yelling, or even just scolding you a little. The off-beat-ness of the situation is almost painful, like some terrible nightmare. And then you want to hate them forever for it. Sadly, that’s the reaction Harvestwhistle gets from most cats.

Here's another part of Harvestwhistle's personality that you might find quite out of place: He's very organized in his mind. He examines everything before making a move. His replies in conversations are often delayed. This tom thinks over everything. Every decision he makes, from what to say to the elders in the morning to what strategy he should use to attack in battle, is carefully thought out. For example, before asking Wovenstar if he should take a particular cat and their apprentice (let's say this apprentice had eaten before the Clan recently) out for the morning patrol, he first watches her from outside her den, a bit farther back so he doesn't appear to be wanting something just yet (some of the younger and more arrogant cats think he's a stalker). He thinks about what she is doing. Is she sleeping or awake? If she's asleep, he'd obviously make the decision himself. If she's awake, he then scrutinizes her current actions. Is she washing herself? Or perhaps staring at the wall, pondering over her own thoughts. If she's washing, he waits. If the latter is the case, then he will go in soon. Now, what does her body language imply about her mood? Is she stiff, her tail-tip twitching irritably, leading to anger, frustration, or agitation? Or she could be antsy, moving a lot, picking herself up and circling the nest constantly like a dog, restless. That could mean that she was excited or worried or fearful. Of course, she could also be calm, at rest, her tail swishing subconsciously from side to side and her paws tucked neatly under her chest, meaning she is content or happy or wistful. This would help how he would word the inquiry. He can examine more closely by taking a look at her facial expression if he's in a position to see it. It helps to pick out exactly which emotion, especially with the variation of the set of possibilities that are given by restless body language. And finally, he must think about what has been happening recently, how she would feel about it, what he, himself, Harvestwhistle had done. Was he really the cat she'd want to see right then? After all this, he makes the attempt to walk up to the den and enter, and carry on with his conversation. Of course, this process takes far longer to explain than to be done. It takes him about two or three minutes, actually.

Mild and gentle, he’s often spotted gazing wistfully at the stars or the sunset. You should join him sometime.

it wasn’t long ‘fore he was out of the streets
scarce was his shelter and food to eat
the boy dragged on through the wet and the cold
don’t ya know he was just seven years old

just SEVEN YEARS OLD![/font][/center]

There was Emberslash, the loyal warrior of MoonClan, a muscular orange tabby. The Clan knew him for his bravery and dedication. Everything in his mind was in perfect order, he analyzed everything he did and made sure he was making the right choice. Everything had to be under perfect control, nothing could go astray.

That organized, controlling personality was driving him crazy when he fell in love.

Love didn’t make sense to him. It was so uncontrollable and fickle, and often ended in messes. It was inconceivable, non-understandable, impossible, and yet…and yet he did. Emberslash fell in love, but not just any love. Oh, no, he fell in love with the thing he hated more than love: A loner.

Things being out of order annoyed him, and since loners had no home, no Clan, and no standard way of life, they drove him insane. And yet somehow, the loyal, powerful, controlling Emberslash fell in love with that rugged and yet beautiful nomad she-cat. Fairy was her name. She was long and thin with pitch black fur flecked in white. His prettily lashed green optics were breath-taking. And the moment he saw her, his heart started beating faster and he felt his face flush. He felt like sweat was pouring from his skin. And then she looked at him. Love at first sight, it seemed. She immediately took interest in his large, handsome, and muscular figure. And so they talked, and they talked, and they kept on talking, all the way until sunset. And they didn’t depart from each other until they’d watched the brilliant hues melt into the earth side by side.

The two lovebirds met from time to time. They never really had to admit that they were in love before they kissed and nuzzled. The love just happened. But then Fairy had stopped coming. Emberslash became a wreck. He was plagued with constant fatigue. He didn’t have the will to carry out patrols and do everyday Clan duties. He transformed from his muscular figure to a thin, malnutrition-ridden scrapheap. The Clan watched the breakdown in confusion and pity, but could do nothing about the unknown problem. And then, one night, while he lay moaning at the Dry-Bones Pool, she came to him. Fairy returned. At first he’d been overjoyed, but then she broke it to him that she’d been pregnant for the moon she’d disappeared. She’d been exploring and started having horrible pains and became too weak to tend to herself. Another kindly tom hunted for her and then when she was well enough to walk again she came to him.

The response was hardly what she expected. Emberslash was outraged, his organized and controlling nature getting the best of him. He yelled and ranted about how she should’ve sent word, and he didn’t even seem very happy about having kits. Fairy cried out, and the orange tabby was barreled into at his side by a lanky tortoiseshell tom. Fairy wasn’t pregnant with Emberslash’s kits; they belonged to this tortoiseshell-patterned tom by the name of Vulture. He was wiry, gentle and mild in nature. But he could be extremely fierce and protective.

You see, Emberslash’s organized personality was too same old, same old for Fairy. Eventually he grew boring. Then one day, while taking a stroll, she met Vulture and fell in love all over again. He had a smooth, compassionate, loyal manner that stole her heart. And she explained the truth now to the Clanner. He couldn’t take it. The orange tabby tom shredded Vulture’s life away before killing himself in the pain of betrayal and confusion ad guilt. Everything being so jumbled and fast had driven him insane, so he threw himself off a nearby cliff with pointed rocks jutting out at the bottom.

Fairy gave birth to three kits: Gorse, a pitch black tom with his father’s brown eyes, Stardust, a mirror image of her mother, and Harvest, a tortoiseshell like his father with the same warm, chocolaty eyes and a similar personality. Gorse didn’t survive the hrsh leaf-bare that followed shortly after their birth in leaf-fall. Fairy fell victim to a lasting case of whitecough which eventually developed into greencough and then blackcough and died. Stardust and Harvest were left alone, together.

It just so happened that Emberslash’s Clan, MoonClan, were the ones to find them. There was a group patrolling the border with EclipseClan when the kittens were discovered chewing on some wild garlic at the age of five moons. And the Clan of their would-have-been father took the two in.

Of course, since they were already far along in growth, Stardustkit and Harvestkit did not require a foster mother. They didn't need to nurse, seeing they were old enough to eat fresh-kill already. However, the cold nights without the loving warmth of a mother at your side, watching over you, left the two extremely close to each other and very isolated from the other kits.

A moon later, they were given the names Harvestpaw and Stardustpaw. The pretty she-cat resorted to living a longer state of childhood, seeing that she was never babied by a mother. Harvestpaw did the opposite. He matured far quickly than he wishes he did now, having no memories of childhood free-spiritedness and good times. He became a thoughtful tom who earned the respect of his Clanmates at a young age, even with his rogue roots. His mentor was Futurevoice, a calm and collected she-cat who taught him the ways of the warrior code. She was also quite the disciplinary type. Whenever he slipped up, it didn't go unnoticed, or unpunished. Harvestpaw came to understand that he couldn't get away with wrongdoings, and came to be brought up as a proper gentleman (gentletom?).

Stardustpaw, however, was given not so calm a mentor. It was Darkslash, a brutal and hard-training tom, somewhat abusive. He pushed her past her limits. She was popular and had the eyes of many a tom, but she covered up the exhaustion from everyone except her brother. She confided it all in him. Darkslash had her do things that weren't even warrior duties. He;d have her run several laps for fun. She be forced to go catch five pieces of fresh-kill in a minute, then bring them back to him. If she ever failed at one of his tasks, she was given a cuff over the ear (with unsheathed claws, mind you) and then told to go do it again until she got it right.

Harvestpaw watched he beloved sister come home worn and pained each day. A time came when she began returned to camp with slashes down her flanks, struggling to breathe. She was forced to tell the Clan that she'd fallen into thorn patches. and was bestowed the title of "clumsy and unintelligent," although that didn't really describe her at all. But if she dared tell a soul, her mentor had threatened to kill her. She told Harvestpaw of course, but her abusive teacher was unaware. One day, He followed his sister and her mentor out to the training ground. He watched, horrified, as the black-pelted warrior slashed mercilessly at his sibling's side. He couldn't take it. He flung himself from the shadows and clawed at the tom's muzzle and sides, desperately trying to avenge Stardustpaw. He received a slash over his right eye and became blind in it. Screeching in pain, the apprentice leapt back. Darkslash fled, never to be seen again.

The apprentices returned home and told their story. Harvestpaw's wound was tended to, and his sister was given a new mentor. A few moons later, the two were given their warrior names by Firestar, Harvestwhistle and Stardustspirit.

And the day came for the mighty Firestar to join the ranks of StarClan, all nine lives of her. And then, when Wovenstar returned home from the Moonshard and leapt up to announce her new deputy, all of their hearts stopped. Harvestwhistle? Did she really just say that? She had. The apprentices whispered. The stalker cat! But others cheered. And he walked up in pride and fear.

The end.

and then one day while he was cryin’ on the ground
by sweet old lady bailey he was found
his life turned around, he abandoned the disaster
and so, in the end, he lived happily ever after

he lived HAPPILY EVER AFTER!

painting portraits of ghosts…[/center]




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[cheshy says grace]

sorry brindlez, but i had to replace his name. there's already a heavysand in moonclan *points to shard* she should know. but I always think leader names when i think deputy and i like Hauntedstar... and maybe i like emo cats! D< and i like how his name doesn't suit him at all. like, he'll seem all big and scary cause if his build && his name && deputy of moonclan and stuff so when he walks into a room everyone will be like 'omg hauntedmask run' and he'll be like 'but i r gud D:'

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[SHADE. :D]

Jolly, could you please change Scorchedleaf's coat colour a little? Just make him a black smoke tabby, or a mottled colour, or something? Thankyou.

The deputy will be chosen in a few days time. If Scorchedleaf isn't changed, his audition will be deleted. I'm sorry, but I need to uphold the rules or people will think I'm a pushover. Thanks.

Again, I know this whole argument was my fault, so I'm sorry. I will be more vigilant about cat colours in the future.

And all the unnecessary posts were deleted. This is a audition thread. Let's see auditions, please, guys. ^^

[x.Jolly.x]

Shadeness, I fixed it. Please tell me if it is better, Shade. xD Also, if I don't get deputy, can I keep Scorchedleaf's bio the way it is right now in the accepted boards?

Also, Aurora, I never knew that Torties couldn't reproduce until you told me with Raincatcher. xD Thanks for lettin' me know! xDxD

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[all out JINX ♥]

I changed the name from Deliriumdancer to Deliriumfoot 'cause it was to long ^^

[lonelylove :D]

Aww I liked Deliriumdancer, Rogue!

[cheshy says grace]

lmao, I just realized hauntedmask is probably bigger than crestedfire o___o I never thought that was possible XDD

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[FIREH!!]

_{all these bios are amazing, guys!! I know if I were choosing, I'd find it way hard to choose. Best of luck, Shade!!}

[x.Jolly.x]

Okie, now it's fixed up. Is it okay, now, Shade? xD

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[KURI. (happy birfday to me :D)]

Wasn't there a Deleriumstep in MoonClan? Wouldn't it be a bit confusing?
... or wait was that CloudClan. >.>

[Spice..xx]

_{*Nods* I'm sure there was a Deleriumstep as well Kurers.}

[all out JINX ♥]

I think she was in CloudClan but now she's dead... I remember Aurrie killing her against a fox

[(aurora) of the problematique]

_{Deliriumstep was in CloudClan a while ago. I RP'd her but killed her off in a fox attack, yes}

[SHADE. :D]

It's okay now, Jolly.
And I'll choose on Saturday. ^^

[x.Jolly.x]

Kayy, thanks Shade!
Ooh!! -is excited-

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[cheshy says grace]

*crosses fingers and squeezes eyes shut* |D

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[[xoxo] shard. :)]

I think I make him even if I'm not chosen, I luff his name. 83
Good luck, all!
I think you all already know this, but Stormeh's dying in a week or two. Soooo...yeah. Just to clarify that. xD

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[MIMPPHI. \\]

Leopardshroud

<sub>definition ;
Leopard is a member of the Felidae family and the smallest of the four "big cats" in the genus Panthera; the other three are the tiger, lion and jaguar.
Shroud usually refers to an item, such as a cloth, that covers or protects some other object.
gender ; male
age ; 40 moons
rank ; deputy
clan ; Moon

looks ; His pelt surely gives him his name. This male is known through the clans for his unique pelt. But he is also known to have a large personality and a small compacter. Starting at the tail. He has a shorter then average tail that is a tan and brown mixed, darker brown stripes ring around it like large stretched out spots. His body is slender and small but well muscled, you would think he uses that muscle to fight but your wrong this male uses his strength for speed. His well built legs are perfect to speed across open meadows and even through the undergrowth, they are smaller then average but like I said before he doesn't need them for fights. Going back up to his pelt.

This male's fur is something different, dark brown leopard like spots are scattered over his small body, some stretched out to look like stripes. His fur beneath the spots is a dusty brown that lets the spots stand out, he keeps it well clean though he would care less if it were dirty. Moving onto the chest and neck, his chest is a light brown with some of the stretched spots stopping just as they come in. Around the neck is brown with hints of auburn like his paws and parts of his tail, dark brown stretched out spots sprawl their selves around everywhere, one even reaching all around his neck like a sewed in collar.

Going up to his head, like most cats his head is in the form of a triangle with all kinds of colors sprayed onto it. Under the only tabby markings on his body is a dusty brown with a large hint of auburn reaching around until it reaches the muzzle. This is a light brown and larger then most jaws with rows of razor sharp teeth, moving up to his ears, they are also larger then they are supposed to be but this males eye sight isn't very good. Finally to his eyes, they are a bright kiwi green, this pair of eyes may not have the best eye sight but who said that you need to see to be a warrior?

actions ; This male is a very small yes but who said you got to be a big strong warrior to lead a clan? He won't let others treat him like a helpless kit, but he is worried that even StarClan might judge him because of his size. Though some say he does it to get attention, he always speaks his mind when he hears or sees something he doesn't agree with or is with completely. He has a the temper of a humming bird (if they can have tempers) forgiving easily and solving problems with control some cats can't have even if they tried.

He is as stubborn as a tick on your ear but can be really sweet and caring when he's been treated with respect. He has a photographic memory so he knows every bit of what he had done and what others have done. He hates to have to choose if loners, rogue's, and/or kitty-pets can stay or go, he usually just goes with what the clan wants. He doesn't like to be reminded that his father was a rogue and that he had the beasts blood in him. Even when the pain of his past and the pain of loosing his sister, he would die saving every cat in his clan, whether StarClan wanted him or not.

past ; As a kit his siblings always made fun of he and his twin brother, they weren't identical but they were born at the exact same time. His mother had died giving birth to them and his sister always reminded them of it, Leopardkit and Moonkit weren't invited to play tag, hide-n-go seek, or even play-fight. They knew everything about their family for Bubbleshower didn't waste time in telling them who their real mother was and father was. One day Sootkit had tricked Moonkit into coming with her leaving Leopardkit to be bullied around by Pantherkit, Sootkit had come back alone and she had looked proud of herself. The day after a patrol found Moonkit cut up and afraid, he didn't tell anyone but Leopardkit, Sootkit had taken him out then pushed him into thorns and threatened to kill if he even looked at her again.

Turning into an apprentice was the scariest thing for Leopardpaw, he had hardly grown since he was a kit and his mentor was twice his size. But he had worked as hard as any other apprentice, his mentor had told him that he would be a great warrior and never have to worry about his size. That got Leopardpaw to stop worrying about his nasty siblings and his size, he became one of the fastest apprentice's in MoonClan.

Close after their warrior ceremony Moonshadow had told Leopardshroud that he wanted to die and that he wished for Leopardshroud to kill him. Like any good brother he had said no to Moonshadow, he tried to calm him down and ask why he felt so suicidal but his brother just stormed off. One night while he lay in his nest he heard a faint screech, being sensible about it he went off to find the source of the screech. He found the black pelts of Sootwing and Moonshadow in Steel Yard, he was sure it was his twin brother though it could of been Pantherlunge but Moonshadow's pleading voice came to his ears. Sootwing hit his brother with unsheathed claws and that was the end to Leopardshroud's cool mood, he attack his sister with full blown speed that knocked her back into a sharp piece of steel. He knew she wasn't dead because she wasn't there after he was done helping his brother. A few moons after that he got his first apprentice as well as his paranoid brother and Pantherlunge. His apprentice had laughed at his size but then was in shocked awe when Leopardshroud fought fast and calmly, he then turned into Barkpaw's idle.

Many moons after his apprentice's warrior ceremony had passed including the large battle with the Tribe which he faithfully fought in, only receiving a few scars. He had helped his brother get through the incident with Sootwing and he told many kits that whatever they do they can become great warriors some day if they really tried. Then a terrible thing happened, Firestar's death. After the tragic days Wovenstar had appointed Leopardshroud as her new deputy and what a fine choice she had made.

relationships ;
father--Spiritchaser[deceased]
mother--Icewing[deceased]
foster mother--Bubbleshower
brothers--Pantherlunge, Moonshadow
sister--Sootwing
apprentice--Barkfrost
other ; none
codewords ; painting portraits of ghosts</sub>

[[xoxo] shard. :)]

I edited mine. added a giant paragraph to his persona and a few to the history.

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[SHADE. :D]

Okay, guys. I've reached a decision. =D

All the bio's were really good, but I eventually decided that the winner is...

Rogue with Deliriumfoot. Congratulations! And thanks to everyone who entered!

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