Selenekit Auditions

[SHADE. :D]

Auditions for the MoonClan plot kit, Selenekit. She is the daughter of Amethyststar of EclipseClan, and Atroxfire of MoonClan. She will be umped in MoonClan by her mother soon. She is longhaired with a black pelt and silvery eyes. The best roleplayer will win her.

Good luck.

[FIREH!!]

Name: Selenekit
Gender: She-cat
Age: 3 moons
Clan: Moonclan
Rank: kit
Looks: My pelt is long and shaggy, long since cared for. The ragged lumps of fur are proving that my mother would have never loved me. I do not know why my pelt is black. Momma says it’s because of Shadestar, my grandmother. But I don’t think so. Razortomb is black as well, he may be from Shadestar too… I don’t know….. My piercing silver eyes are known to practically all the horrors known to cat. I see things, things that are scary, or good. But I just want… to… be…. Normal…

Actions: I am normal… To some extent…. I see things that some cats don’t… But that doesn’t stop me from being playful and happy… Or as happy as I can be….. I need the support that only a family can give… But Oh well. I don’t have my siblings either… I don’t know where they are. But I have my foster family, and that’s all I need. I WILL be normal, or my name isn’t Selenekit.

Past: Because the hardest part of this, is leaving you………

I was abandoned. Simple. My mother didn’t love me. I wish she did, but she didn’t. Or atleast I don’t think so. Why would she abandon me in Moonclan? I just need to know. I was accepted into the clan but everyone still stares and it’s uncomfortable. At least Firestar is nice to me… If only the rest of the clan could accept me.
In Character: (this is from another cat)

Firestar noticed her clan had emerged. "Spindlepaw, come here. You have proven your loyalty and courage many times over, so we condemn you as a warrior in return. Spindlepaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code, even at the cost of your life?" She meowed, the gathering darkness beginning to show on her camp. The final bits of sun were shining off her pelt, making her look as if she had already joined the ranks of Starclan. As she looked at Spindlepaw, she remembered her own warrior ceremony, interrupted by the foxes that had destroyed their camp and taken all the young. She shuddered at the thought, remembering how they had to abandon camp and come here, to live, finally, in peace. She looked at the young apprentice and waited for his answer.

Relationships/Kin: Amethystar, Mother, Atroxfire, father. TONS OF AUNTS, UNCLES, SIBLINGS… lol

Other: none

Codewords: poison tear crash down

[sorrowfrost]

Name: Selenekit

Gender: She-cat

Age: 3 moons

Clan: Moonclan

Rank: Kit

Looks: The length of my pelt is most different, but not unheard of, its length, although shaggy, is of a black colour which highlights my eyes of silver. Some say your eyes can tell everything about a person, I know from my reflection that my eyes show loneliness that has inflicted itself upon me. I step with ease, in hesitant steps that reflect my past and uncertainty in my choices and thoughts. Maybe one day I will figure myself out.

Actions: I feel differently then many, I have more hesitancy in my steps, more uncertainty in my words. I know deep inside that there is someone, somewhere out there that really cares about me. Even if I don't know it now, something tells me I am different, but in many ways I show the true actions of a kit. I know I'm special, even if no one will tell me I am. Even if I do feel alone in this world one day I will find my true self.

Past: I know I don't belong in MoonClan, I feel as though I need to do something extreme to prove I fit in, but what can a kit such as myself do? I have an adoptive mother, and my father has long gone. So why do I feel unloved, alone and a misfit within my adoptive Clan? Maybe my past hasn't been one of thrills but I deserve a normal life just as much as the next cat don't I? My father was Atroxfire and he disappeared without a trace, and my mother abandoned me here, an orphan.

In Character: (Posting as Sorrowfrost)

Some days she felt as if she could fly away and never come back, never look back, like she could leave the world behind and fly free. Almost as if she could grow wings and fly away into the endless, neverending sky and find a bliss within herself, regardless of what everyone else said. She felt as if no one could love her for who she was because...of her condition, so she restrained herself, a solitary soul in hope of acceptance by her Clan. But she felt like an outcast, someone who didn't belong anywhere, maybe there was somewhere out there waiting for her to take flight and discover a whole new life waiting for her, one that would deeply and truly give her happiness within.But for now she was stuck within this life, one of disregard, fighting and long lost lives. They all put their lives at risk every day, especially in battle, an innocent soul giving up a life for the good of many, was this a fair way of life? In many ways yes and no. It all really depended on how you look at it. They pretty much sacrificed themselves for their religion. What a way to think of it.

Oh, and one could find them self in heaven and yet find a way to be a critic. Every step deeper within this land was like to find inner peace within ones self. To stop that feud, the on going battle within that raged itself on for hours, even days on end. One could blank out their mind and relax if not for but a while. To stop living up to life's expectations, stop stressing and just calm ones self to a point of no return. To be unaware of ones surroundings, almost trance like and mesmerized. For one cannot truly be themselves without but a little self enjoyment. For relaxing and stress are like a kind word to a whiplash. A difference easily recognized by many, if not all. To feel the wrath of time loosen its grip to a gentle hold upon ones mind. For life is but time itself and easily to be overcome. Justice be done, all living, breathing souls should have time of their own for ones mind is but one thing no other can lay hands upon. A privacy and privilege to be given not stolen. For if ones mind is not optionally given away what does one have left to call their own except the clothe son their back, in a manner of speaking. So why tamper with the minds of others for the joy of ones self. Seems foolish if one is to take the time and think. For actions speak louder then words. For a mistake to an error, a mistake is made when one refuses to fix the problem.

She shifted slightly, suddenly the moment felt oddly awkward. But that would be something she would have to live with, it wasn't a choice. Sorrowfrost, all in all just a soul wishing to live a peaceful life. Indeed mistakes had been made in the past, but was that not the past, and should it not be left there? Bright yet emotionless chocolate hazelnut orbs shifted around to examine the topography from even the smallest ant to the tallest tree, to even the highest cloud. For she indeed did stop to ''smell the roses'' as one might put it, depending on ones own opinion. Every second that was wasted was but her own fault for falling in so deep and giving herself up to the convincing depression, yet something was different, maybe her now well kept self or how she moved that was all around different from the life-lost Sorrowfrost that had once been known.

Relationships/Kin: Amethystar[Mother] Atroxfire[Father]

Other: ...

Codewords: Poison Tear Crash Down

[FIREH!!]

-gaspeh- lol

[sorrowfrost]

Whats so 'gaspeth'?

[SHADE. :D]

Okay.. -dramatic music-
xD

Sorrowfrost wins. Congratilations. Sorry Fireh. ^^;

[sorrowfrost]

Thanks. Errmm....need me to do anything with her right now?

-Hugs Fireh-