[.cloudclan leader auditions.] [II]

[SHADE. :D]

Okay, these are auditions for a new CloudClan leader, as Brook as left.. Snowstorm, as the current deputy, you are entitled to audition as well. You might want to add or take away bits from your biography.

Good luck!

[Spice..xx]

Name: Silverstar

Gender: Female

Age: 36 moons

Clan: CloudClan

Rank: Leader

Looks: Silverstar is a silvery-grey she cat. She has icy blue eyes which even when she is happy hardly show any warmth. She hides her emotions well and tries to stay strong at all times for her Clan. She is quite a tall slender cat with a white tip on the end of her tail. Her ears are normal sized with a slight hint of pink on the inside. Her coat is fluffy in winter and sleek in summer. Her claws and teeth are pearly white. She has a nick out of her left ear and a huge scar down her right shoulder from previous battles.

Actions: Silverstar is a kind cat who keeps her emotions to herself. She is willing to listen to anyone and will always stand up for the rights of her Clan. She would prefer to talk things over rather than battle but she can be a fierce fighter if she has to be. She has a lot of patience and if you have a problem she is always happy to help you solve it. She can seem a little strange to cats who don’t know her because of her secretiveness but those who know her grow to love her. She is very loyal to StarClan and takes notice of all the prophecies she receives in her dreams. She likes all the ones she loves around her and it takes a lot to make her an enemy, unless you are doing something to affect her Clan.

Past:
Kit:
Silverkit had only one brother, Goldkit, an orangey gold kit and she loved him dearly. One dark stormy night an owl attacked the camp. Goldkit was grabbed and was taken away shrieking for help. Silverkit never saw him again. After that was when Silverkit became good at hiding her feelings. She withdrew into herself and didn’t speak much. She spent the rest of her kithood in sadness, her parents being her only comfort.
Apprentice:
As an apprentice, Silverpaw was given a friendly, patient cat called Brightsong. The she cat brought out Silverpaws personality a little and Silverpaw became a slightly happier kit. Her father, Rowantree, died in battle during this time, making Silverpaw mask her feelings even more. She grieved with her mother but kept a positive attitude when with other cats.
Warrior:
Silverpaw was given the name Silverwind when she became a warrior because of her speed (her long legs were helpful). She worked hard as a warrior and became greatly respected for her wise words and kind attitude. She got her own apprentice, Emeraldpaw, who she trained well with her thoughtfulness and patience. Emeraldpaw soon became Emeraldeyes and this was a happy day for Silverwind. But, her being her she did not show it. Her mother, Hazelpelt, moved to the Elders den due to her failing sight. Silverwind was chosen as the new deputy after Clearpool, the deputy then, was drowned.
Deputy:
Silverwind was exceptionally pleased to become deputy and loved her new role. She liked to contribute to the Clan and finally felt like she had a role in Clan life. She got on well with all the other warriors and took all their ideas to the Clan leader. Her mother, Hazelpelt died a peaceful death.
Leader:
After the Clan leader, Diamondstar, died Silverstar took the position. She travelled to the Moonshard to get her nine lives and saw her mother and father with StarClan. This gave her a new sense of hope and she travelled back to her Clan, deciding that she would be the best leader she could possibly be.

In Character: Silverstar woke up by the Moonshard. She had just received her nine lives from StarClan and the last two had been from her mother and father. She sat quietly, grooming herself, thinking about her lost family. She stood up and stretched her long legs. The morning light streamed through the opening of the cave and Silverstar made her way out. She travelled quickly, only slowing down once she was back in home territory. She decided to hunt. She could smell mouse so she dropped into a hunting crouch. She watched it scurrying around and then leapt. She killed it quickly. After catching a rabbit and a squirrel also she made her way back down into Camp. She put her catch on the fresh kill pile and padded over to her den. She entered and lay down. She drifted off to sleep with a faint smile on her face, memories of her family filling her mind.

Relationships/Kin: Father: Rowantree Mother: Hazelpelt Brother: Gold kit (All deceased)

Other: Hope you like! lol xD

Codewords: Poison Tears Crash Down

[[xoxo] shard. :)]

[glow=silver,5,300]Stormstar[/glow]

[.I.Have.Been.Born.A.Tom

[/b].]

[.I.Long.Ago.Pledged.My.Heart.To.CloudClan[/b].]

[.They.Call.Me.Their.Leader[/b].]

[.I've.Walked.The.Forest.For.38.Moons[/b].]

[.This.Is.Me[/b].]

Stormstar has a dark, stormy gray pelt, hence his name. The fur on it is thin, long, and wispy, especially on his tail. When he gets mad, his tail fluffs out larger than it seems it possibly can. His tail is very thick and long, on the topic of it. Some say that during a storm, this Leader looks most intimidating, his lightning yellow eyes aglow in the darkness.

[.If.You.Don't.Like.My.Attitude,[/b].So.Be.It.]

Stormstar is very loving and gentle around friends, but getting on his bad side would not be very wise at all. He was chosen to be Deputy then Leader for a reason. He has amazing leadership skills; he doesn't hold any grudges against a single Clanmate, no matter his personal thoughts. Everyone is to be treated equally by one another. But sweet as he is, he will not let that, slacking, or anything else deserving discipline go unpunished at least in the slightest. He doesn't have a mate yet, but his expectations for one are only that they are loyal to the Clan, as no one could ever possibly doubt him to be.

[.This.Is.The.Story.Of.My.Life[/b].]

[.as.a.kit.]

Stormstar was long ago born to a CloudClan queen named Lightningfeather, who lost her life as she gave birth. Stormkit was the only of his litter that managed to survive. He suckled from another queen until his apprenticeship, which was when things stopped running as smoothly....

[.as.an.apprentice.]

Obviously, Stormkit was known as Stormpaw during apprenticeship. His foster brother, Rabbitpaw, from his suckling mother was apprenticed around the same time, but they were horrible enemies. The day of his apprenticeship, Rabbitpaw's mother was killed by a fox during a lesson, as she was Stormpaw's mentor. Rabbitpaw blamed Stormpaw for not defending his mother enough, and plotted revenge.

Stormpaw's new mentor was his real father, whom was extremely depressed since his mother's death. One day during their training session, his father suicided himself by eating many deathberries. Stormpaw was terrified, but he wasn't the only one the witness it. As the young apprentice watched, petrified in horror, his foster brother, Rabbitpaw, peeked out from the bushes and thought up a horrible plan.

When Stormpaw returned home to the camp, he couldn't believe his ears or eyes. All of the Clan was gathered around Rabbitpaw, whom was explaining the horrifying event in excruciating detail, trying to convince the Clan of his lies.

"...There I was," he mewed, "just walking through the woods on a little hunting trip. I could hear some scared yelling, and then some stern, high-pitched shushing. When I looked to see what it was, the result was terrible.

"There in a small clearing, I saw Stormpaw. He was force-feeding his poor old father an uncountable amount of deathberries! To think he would do something like that to his father!

"You know what I think? I bet he was lying when he said that a fox killed her. I bet that he killed her. He's probably got some plan and he's killing all who know about it! Hey! There's that horrible traitor!"

The Clan all turned around and glared and hissed at Stormpaw.

"Well? the Leader growled. "Is this true?"

Stormpaw couldn't speak. He could only stare and blink, like a kit that was suddenly asked to be the Leader.

"Nothing to say, Stormpaw?" his Leader snarled, squinting. "Then you are no longer a member of CloudClan. You are hereby exiled, and as well as that, you shall from now on be known as Deathglare."

With a broken heart, and a horrible name, Deathglare moped out of the camp, feeling every dejecting cat's gaze burn into him, and one not feel as unsatisfied.

[.as.a.rogue.]

Deathglare was left a rogue for many a moon. He lived with rejection weighing him down more and more with every pawstep. He scarcely managed to get food, and his ribs made it seem as if he was a skeleton.

This remained until one day, when he was 28 moons old.

Deathglare was in an old, abandoned fox burrow, seeking shelter from the rain, when suddenly he heard a badger snarling, and constant pleas for help.

He clawed his way out of the burrow to witness his foster brother pleading for mercy from StarClan in a hollow log as a badger tried clawing for his face in constant failure. Part of Deathglare's mind said, "Why help him? It's his fault you're stuck out here as a rogue!" But another part said, "No, he's your brother. Foster or not, even if he did or did not lie and make you become a rogue for false testification. You have to save him." As much as he didn't want to, Deathglare knew what to do.

His skinny frame to his advantage, Deathglare snarled a battle cry and clawed the badger across it's eyes. Screeching in agony, the badger blindly scored a gash down his flank. He yowled in pain, but he couldn't stop fighting. He raked his claws down the badgers throat, causing it to let out another unbelievably loud roar, then it fled out of the area.

Deathglare turned to watch as his brother came out from hiding and noticed a search party headed their way. One cat let out a hiss at sight of the rogue, but his foster sibling silenced him and explained how the former Clanmate saved him. He told the other that they had to take Deathglare back to camp, and he had something to tell the Leader.

At the CloudClan camp, Deathglare waited outside the Leader's den while inside his foster brother and the Leader discussed something. During that time, he managed to catch his sibling's new name-Rabbitleap.

After Rabbitleap and the Leader emerged from the den, the Leader called a Clan meeting. Deathglare wasn't sure whether he should listen to it, but then their Leader flicked his tail, motioning for him to come forward.

"Do not hiss at Deathglare's return," he yowled over the spatting cats, and they all became silent. "Deathglare has been held a rogue for many moons. That shall remain no longer.

"I have found out the sad truth behind this all. It was not Deathglare who lied, but our own Deputy, Rabbitleap, long ago."

That made Deathglare silently gasp. His foster brother not only told the truth about the past, but he was made Deputy!

"This is what happened, as Rabbitleap said: Rabbitleap had blamed Deathglare for not defending their mother enough when she was killed by a fox, so he lied to us later when Deathglare's father died. Deathglare's father actually killed himself, and Deathglare could only stare, petrified.

"So you see, Rabbitleap lied to us to turn us all against Deathglare." Deathglare looked at Rabbitleap, who hung his head with his ears and tail drooping.

"I am sad to say this, but Rabbitleap, you are no longer the Deputy of CloudClan. You have not proved you are the right choice for the job, even if you did tell the truth. As well as that for punishment, you will be assigned to apprentice duties instead of those for warriors. Now, before I appoint the new Deputy, I'd like to say some other things.

"Deathglare, it is time that your name is changed. Your name does not describe you. You name represent hatred, and cruelty. It says you are a murderer. You are none of these things. In the name of StarClan, I hereby change your name to Stormheart.

"Now, Skykit, please come forward."

A small white-and-beige kit bounced forward excitedly.

"Skykit, the time has come that you be made an apprentice. From now on you shall be known as Skypaw. Stormheart, you are to be Skypaw's mentor. I trust that you will pass on everything you know to this apprentice so he will become a loyal member of CloudClan."

Stormheart briefly touched noses with Skypaw.

"Next, I shall appoint the new Deputy. I say these words before my warrior ancestors of StarClan so they may hear and approve my choice. Stormheart, please step forward."

Stormheart couldn't believe it. He took a few steps forward to face his Leader a bit more closely and dipped his head.

"Stormheart, you have proven that you can make the right descision, no matter how hard it is to do it. You are loyal to your Clan, and that is why I hereby appoint you to be Deputy of CloudClan."

The Clan chanted Skypaw's and Stormheart's new names. "Skypaw! Stormheart! Skypaw! Stormheart!"

[.as.the.deputy.]

During his term as a Deputy, Stormheart was using most of his time, hunting, training, and even supervising Rabbitleap. He had to wait some time before he built up his strength, but it was fine. He always defended his Clan, and everything was smooth running. There was nothing bad between him and Rabbitleap, either.

That leaf-bare was very harsh, though. Even worse, the Leader only had one more life. He ended up losing it to greencough after about a moon into the season.

[.as.the.leader.]

Stormstar had to recieve his nine lives and new name the day that the Leader died, since it was already the phase of the moon to do so. A moon later, he apprenticed Skypaw to become Skywinds. Sadly Rabbitleap was killed on border patrol by a badger not long after. Stormstar still mourns his foster brother's death, but he remains to hold his Clan strong. The bads deeds done by all never went without punishment, and the Clan thrived and lived happily with him as their Leader.

[.This.Is.Who.I.Call.My.Family[/b].]

(All Dead)

Lightningfeather[mother]
Thundershard[father]
Rabbitleap[foster brother]
Mouselove[foster mother]

[.These.Are.The.Secret.Words[/b].]

Poison Tears Crash Down

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I hope you like it Shade; I did my best. It took me days to finish. ^^


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

My name is [streakstar]
My gender is [tom]
My age is [forty-five moons]
My Clan is [cloudclan]
My rank is [leader]

[My looks]

Streakstar. A name that does not even begin to describe this tom. He was always known for his beauty, and still is. Streakstar has a matted gray coat, lined with darker gray stripes. The stripes fade to him like smoke, and on his chest and underbelly is a large white splotch, like somone had dumped paint on him. The white goes under and around his neck, and ends just below his fine-pointed ears. There is also white around his muzzle, and on his paws, like boots. The 'boot' on his lower-left paw is the most noticable. It goes halfway up his leg.
Streakstar's tail is long and ringed with delicate dark stripes, so much that the light gray barely shows through. It is tipped with dark gray, and for the first few inches, white bleaches the bottom half of it.
In two simple words, you can describe Streakstar. Heavy-set. His shoulders are broad and strong from fighting. His legs are bulky but slim, and with his small paws you wonder how somthing so small could hold up somthing so big. He is a swift hunter, and although he is outrun eisily, if he must he will burst up all his strength and beat any opposing cat.

[my personality]

Streakstar is an agressive, hot-headed tom. As a warrior he was scorned for this, but as a leader it is a good virtue. He is proud to be able to lead his clan, so is unusually fair to them. Well, unusual for him. He is noble and corageous, and will not back down from a fight. Somtimes, he leads his Clan into small wars, but is eisaly persuaded by other cats not to fight. But once in a blue moon, he will go on with the fight. His live is given entirely to the clan, and he knows how to punish traitors and rule-breakers. He takes StarClan's will very seriously.



//kithoo.d
Streakkit was the only tom in a litter of five. His four sisters hated his roughousing, and so did his mother, named Lacepelt, and the other queens. They were the only litter in the nursery at that time.
But his father, Grasswhistle, loved it. He knew his young tom would make a great leader one day, and trained him for it. He would use his much larger paw, claws sceathed, to teach him how to fight. Streakkit grew up knowing how to handle intruders, and he learned the warrior code young. More than anything, he wanted to become an apprentice.

//apprenticeshi.p
And then he did. His own father was his mentor, and so he went training every day without rest. But after a few moons, he began to get fed up and developed his sharp tounge. But he was determined to learn, and kept on training. He trained so hard that one day, he simply fell down during a hunt. He was left with the medicine cat for the nest moon. But the leader said he had trained hard, and at eleven moons, two moons before his sisters, he became a warrior. Streakdart.

//warriorhoo.d
As a warrior, Streakdart was still being taught by his father, this time about deputy traits. After a while though, he snapped at Grasswhistle so hard that now they barely make eye contact. But when his father died as the deputy, he too almost killed himself. Two of his sisters were killed, too. If it wern't for a lovely she-cat by the name of Darkfeather, he wouldn't be here today. But Darkfeather was killed only a moon later, when a band of rouges attacked thier hunting patrol. The deputy, too, was with them, and he was killed, along with Streakdart's apprentice Lambpaw. When Streakdart got back to the camp, lugging the three StarClan-bound cats one at a time, he was made
deputy.

//deputyshi.p
When he became deputy, Streakdart promised himself never to love again. Why? All the cats he loved died. So he became a very solitary, angry tom. His remaining sisters were snobby to him, saying Grasswhistle only loved him for his power. When the leader died of illness, Streakdart became leader in his place.

//leadershi.p
As leader, Streakstar was a noble tom. He remained true to the warrior code.
Then, he decided to mentor a young apprentice named Brownpaw, who's previous mentor had decided to join the elders. He trained her hard. When she was a warrior named Brownwing, she was feared for her ruthlessness, for her power. So she was an obvious choice for deputy.
But one night, Brownwing crept into Streakstar's den. Stealth and quiet, she took from him three lives, then left and became a rouge. Nothing else really happened while he was leader.

---//

A beautiful silver cat was darting through the trees. His paws barely treaded the earth, and his heart was pounding. Brownwing had betrayed him.
What would he tell the Clan? No one knew what had happened. She was so stealth with it and now... She had vanished. He had woken up the medicine cat, and got her to come with him to look for the traitor.
"Streakstar, where are we going?" she asked, he voice cracking with fear.
"I don't know," the sturdy-built tom awnsered, his eyes narrow slits. Brownwing could be anywhere. But if Streakstar knew her, she wouldn't leave. Not until she was certian that he knew it was her who had tried to murder him. Luckily, he had just seen her brown-tipped tail vanish through the trees.
Suddenly, he smelt a familiar scent. "Go back," he hissed to the medicine cat. "But don't tell anyone."
The she-cat nooded, and in a heartbeat was gone.
"Come out, Brownwing, you traitor." Streakstar growled. "I know you're there, you stupid furball."
"Ah yes, You do." the pretty she-cat replied, revealing herself from the trees. "But where will your sharp toung get you this time, Hm?" she asked, her eyes as calm and as menacing as ever.
Streakstar let out a loud yowl and hurled himself toward the she-cat, but she was too quick. She dodged and dug her pin-sharp claws into Streakstar's flank. Streakstar let out a loud caterwaul and lept onto Brownwing. His mind filled with rage, he bit down hard onto her shoulder.
Brownwing gasped as the blood gushed from her wound. "Streakstar... I will kill you. And You will be destroyed." she had hissed before darting into the darkness of the trees.

My [mother] is Lacepelt
My [father] is Grasswhistle
My [sisters] were Lovegrace, Peacecoils, Ragingshadow and Gracefulsong
My [mentor] was Grasswhistle
My [apprentices] were Lambpaw and Brownwing
My [love] was Darkfeather
My [enemy] is Brownwing

The magic words are Poison Tears Crash Down

[moonshine]

[ through the looking; ] glass.

Name: Jesterstar.
Gender: She-Cat.
Age: Thirty-Eight; Moons of course.
Clan: CloudClan.
Rank: Leader.

Looks: She’s a forbidden beauty, the kind that in ways is just out of reach. Of course as a Leader, the beauty she possesses never really could be crafted for the uses of love. It’s not that she really bothered about it though, half the time she barely takes heed of her own warm aura. The soft smiles she displays, in her mind are always strictly loyal ones, not alluring. Jesterstar always seems to have that slinky grace about her, as she walks her legs will move in perfect motion and her long tail will always do the same well known thing. The delicate swish, going from side to side is something she’s known for. It is said to be quite entrancing when contracted of for a long period of time, and is a kitten’s greatest plaything. Well, the greatest behind old cracked leaves and snow that is. Jesterstar has quite a long tail, to say the least. Always she has the end of it oh-so-gently tilted too one side, this to avoid it from dragging along the ground. It is blessed in the basic color of the rest of her pelt, though about two inches down from the tip is all colored in light beige, white almost. The fur upon her tail is not to be considered long, though it isn’t exactly short either, it is around the middle of the lengths; ‘just right’ as she may put it. In truth it isn’t just her tail that is rather lengthy; most of her body is too. It would look strange is she was a small cat with an extremely long tail, no?

At birth naturally, she was always one of the bigger kittens. With her body being so long and almost spindly, when she sat herself down she did get a good few inches on her. At first he mother had always thought she was strange, well, this was until she was reminded of how she used to be when she was younger. Most of her family was long-bodies cats; all except her grand-father who was rather short. Jesterstar is a very slim, slender cat though never really lets herself get too skinny. For one thing, you’ll never really see this Leader starving herself to look ‘pretty’, a particular thing that seemed to be swarming around the heads of most she-cats at the moment. The way her fur fluffs out upon her legs and underbelly never leaves her looking too thin anyways. So there you have it, if you have good healthy fur you'll never end up looking like an old skinny mange bag. Well, that’s what Jesterstar's theory is at least. Going back to her body structure, it is easy to see the faint curves in her body, not all of her is just flat, bumpless and willowy. She doesn’t have remotely broad shoulders though they are muscles to say the least. As a Leader of course, she’d never get away with not fighting and had to build up her body some way. Most of the little curves seen over her body represent hidden tensing muscles; her thick fur just never really shows them off. Because of her fur, she ways holds that faint element of surprise. Those who underestimate her and think her for weak are always guarantied to be shocked when they feel her claws upon their muzzles and her teeth at their shoulders. Yes, even the sweetest Leaders have hidden fire growling deep in their bellies.

Starting off with the first main color of her fur, it is seen as a dark beige color. It engulfs most of her body in a silken sheet and barley strays from its normal color. Well, that would be true if the faint stripes of even darker beige didn’t show up. It’s not often they are displayed though when she lays stretched out; it’s easy to see the faint glitches. They are darkest around the shoulders of her front legs and at the top of her back and also, there is a dark streak running along the line of her front leg, just around the very top. This is the only streak that seems to be visible most the time. The second color she holds is in a gentle, creamy white shade. It’s rather easy to see where this white leans, it curves rather perfectly up the back of her legs, up from three white ‘stockings’. Her second back-leg doesn’t really could before most of it’s in a white shade anyways; the small triangle of dark beige only really flaws it. Anyways, going back, from the back of her legs it makes its way across her kitten soft underbelly and up her throat, then finally up to make a mask over her face. Only her muzzle and a small part of her forehead are white, her eyes still have the dark beige around them. Jesterstar herself doesn’t have a long muzzle, surprisingly. It is rather short and beautifully neat, fitting in perfectly with the nest of her body. Her nose is just a simple pinky color, a small corner of it white and around it has many thin, but long white whiskers. The only other thing thats really quite shocking about her is her deep, dark oceanic blue eyes. They are the sort of eyes that never really show much coldness but have that wise look too them, forever they are masking away unwanted emotions but still manage to look at least remotely warm.
Actions:
Past:
Relationships/Kin:
Sombreflame: Mother.
Tackclaw: Father.
Grainkit: Sister.

In Character:

Codewords: Poison Tears Crash Down

[SHADE. :D]

OKay, I know you havn't finished your biography Jester, but I need to decide... Sorry. =/
Okay - the winner is...
Shardkit. Congratulations. ^^

[[xoxo] shard. :)]

LYK OMIGAWD FIRST MOONKIT AND NOW THIS?!?!?! *faints*

Stormstar: O-o

[SHADE. :D]

Can you post the biography in the sign-up board?

[[xoxo] shard. :)]

Yeppers!

[Spice..xx]

Well done Shard im glad that you won

[SHADE. :D]

Um, Stormstar is staying leader. xP Sorry. Shardkit came back. You could go for BrightClan deputy, of CloudClan deputy, if you want. Sorry again. ^^;