||.Nightmare's Deputy.||

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Alrighty then, here goes. Go ahead and post your biographies for TON deputy, using the normal form. Be sure you are confident with your RP example because I will judge almost half on that. In order to help you along I have created a rubric of required items:

100 point bio

10 points: Appropriate name (No Bikeheart or Slipperfur)

30 points: Appropriate personality (Your cat can have some love in its heart, but no goody-goodies. They can have been in life but in death they have to be more apathetic)

20 points: Semi-impressive history. (This will have to be pretty long, unfortunately. The cat won't have to have died a deputy, but it will be the first soul Sable will ever have taken, so make sure it makes sense.)

30: Good RP example

10: Whole bio fits together in a cat that could definetly be real, a wholesome, not-perfect-but-not-terrible cat that would be a good helper to Sable.

Easier now? Or harder? It isn't as hard as you think, just keep this page open and open another time the internet, go to the site, and type up the bio. Simple, huh? First person to post has a ten to five day waiting period unless certain other things apply, such as a sick person wanting to sign up but unavailable, or an unfinished bio.

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

Can I audition, even if I'm a plot kit?

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Yes, because I was leader of TON before I auditioned a plot kit. Go ahead!

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

i am Heartlessfrost

i am a She-cat

my heart had been broken for 32 moons

they say i lived in MoonClan

but now i am in the Tribe of Nightmares

i serve as thier Deputy

i am a silver and tortishell tabby she-cat. My face is splotched with a dawn-like orange. My underbelly and legs are a white and creamy orange mix, almost like my mother. My muzzle is white, and my forehead down to the back of my neck is a dull gray, fading into a deep silver. My nose and pads are a rusted blood-red, like the day-old blood that had once covered my fur. i have grass-green eyes that are tinted with amber. My frame is light, though i live with the burdun of my heart.
My face shows none of my emotions, no more than it did in life. My eyes shine with lust and longing for killing -- although they did not in life.

i was once a kind and happy she-cat, but not any more. My heart is broken, and i let no one in. i am very ambitious, looking to find proof that i am higher than those who scarred me on the inside.. i have found that through my position now. Not many cats are my friends. And i don't need them. i will attack you for any reason i can find. i only hunt alone, and i make my apprentices work in my ways. But i am also sly, although i seemed far from it as a MoonClan apprentice. i am quiet, only because i am planning my next plot. i must have power. i do not need starclan. What did they ever do for me?
As a warrior, with true flesh and true blood, i was somwhat like this. i did kill, once within my own Clan. i was harsh on my apprentices. But i was quiet because of lonliness, not because of plotting.

i was abandoned in GlacierClan by my mother and father, rouges named Cringe and Fang. i was found by the warriors who took me in. They pretended i was a clanborn kit, but i am, and was not, stupid. When i was a kit i was known as Dawnkit for my markings. i was apprenticed to a warrior who was called Mothkiller. He taught me that i was useless, and that unless i did his bidding he would kill me. So i did. i killed his mother's second litter of kits while they were sleeping. i brought a band of rouges into the clan. i did whatever he said. Later i learned that Mothkiller was the best thing that happened to me. i owe him, as he hardened my heart for me. As a warrior i was named Dawnheart, but they named me wrong. Soon i was to have no heart. i had fallen in love with Burningfire as an apprentice and had his kits. But he did not love me, and so every time i looked at my kits i felt hatred. i killed them, in a way. i let a fox kill them. Later, i killed Burningfire aswell. But i killed him during a fight, so no cat would think it was me - but only one dusk later i told the leader what happened. i felt no pity, and i didn't know why. After that, he exiled me and named me Heartlessfrost. i lived from that day foreward as a rouge cat, and then i died. That was when Sablestar took me in.

.forever broken.
Dawnheart hissed and looked around the battlefield. So many lay dead, but she only cared about one. One. On long, slender legs, she padded over to his limp black body - Burningfire, her former love. Hissing, she asked herself - Why do I have no pity?
It was only one sundown later that she found herself outside the leader's den, the morning sun blazing her pelt orange. Her emerald green eyes flickered around the clearing one last time before slipping into the den.
She could see the leader's pale pelt in the dim light of the den. Padding hastily inside, she dipped her head as not to scrape a brown-colored ear on the entrance.
"Dawnheart," he meowed. So confident. Even after the horrible battle that had just passed. "Shouldn't you be seeing the medicine cat?"
"I have no need," she replied, her eyes equally calm as his. "I have somthing to say."
"Go on," now his eyes were mere slits in the darkness.
Hesitation. One of the many things Mothkiller had warned her about - it slows you down. If you feel it, push it away. Force it away. But Dawnheart felt it now. That prickling sensation that debated all over your body... Say it? Or not?
"I killed Burningfire." She remembered it quite clearly, really - crimson blood pouring down his flank as she bit into his exposed neck. She barely flinched at the thoght.
But, to Dawnheart's suprise, the leader just nodded and got up from his resting place. Pacing out to where he called the Clan, he yowled, "All cats old enough to catch thier own prey, gather beneath me!" There was little need for these words as ost cats were already in the clearing, staring up with eyes like new moons at Dawnheart.
"We have a traitor among us!" he spat. Dawnheart knew that the cats knew it was her - she could feel the harshness of their stares burning against her pelt. Hissing down at them, she was silenced by the leader's yowl.
"We have no need for killers in our Clan!" he yowled, spitting the word killers as if the very soung of it would scorch his tounge. "So Dawnheart, I send you into exile!"
Dawnheart refused to show weakness. She met his icy stare with an angry hiss.
"If you are found on MoonClan territory after sundown tommorow, any of my warriors has full permission to kill you," he went on. "And, from now on, every cat shall know you as Heartlessfrost."
Heartlessfrost. A name that was so different from her former name. Now she was heartless. And yet, she liked her new name, and knew Mothkiller would be proud.
And just like that, she let her slender body disapeer one last time through the entrance of camp.


i had three kits. One survived. He was Heartscar, who escaped to EclipseClan. i will find him one day.
i had a father. His name was Cringe.
i had a mother. Her name was Fang.
i had a sister. She grew up a rouge. Her name is Girasol.
i had a mate. He was Burningfire. He has now passed.

codewords;
poison.tears.crash.down

other;
The most evil cat I have ever created. o.O

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Very, VERY nice. Just finish the IC and you are good to go!

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

Okay, I finnaly finished the IC! <3
Thanks... I tried hard on her.

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Well, since no one else tried out, you win!

[SHADE. :D]

Congratulations. ^^

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

I won? -Checks posts-
I won! I was kinda hoping for come competition, but whatever. >3 Thank joos, Shade and Blackman!

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Joo is welcome!