SerenityClan Deputy Auditions !!

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<sup>Best of luck, everybody. For your FYI, the In character counts the most for me. Add mucho details and have fun!! =DD

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Since I didn't get position as leader, I will audtion for deputy!

Name: Jasmineflower

Age: 20 moons

Gender: She-cat

Personality: Jasminestar is a friendly kitty. She is known for helping others settle their differences. She is also a good fighter, as seen in the IC. As leader, she would handle problems in her caln by weighting out each opition carefully, and seeing which one is better for the clan.

History: Jasminestar was born a loner. Her mother was a loner, her father a rogue. When she was only 2 moons, her father took her away from her mother along with her other siblings, and was beaten almost to death by him, because he never liked them. Her other siblings died. She was then raised by her father to become a killing machine, but she escaped his wrath. She then became a loner. She wandered everywhere and nowhere. She never stayed in one place for a long time, because she knew her father was looking for her. One day, when she was 14 moons, her father found her. He was angry at her for not staying with him. He battled her, and she won. After this, Jasminestar had wanted to find a purpose in life, so she joined Serenityclan. Fortunately, she was allowed to stay. The longer she stayed, the more the clan came to trust her. And finally, she was allowed to become deputy, where in time she would becaome leader.

IC: Jasmine (as her name was when she was a loner) stretched out sleepily, her muscles sore and tired from the walk to the farm where she currently stayed.
The farm was like an inn for cats; when loners pasted by and needed somewhere to stay, Bird, the cat in charge of the barn, would let them stay for a day or two. She was well know around the country for her kindness to others. At the time, Jasmine, who had been wandering around for more than half of her life, had needed another place to stay for a while before she started to wander again, to looked for somewhere else to stay. So she had stopped here.
Jasmine strode out of the hayloft where she slept and climbed down the ladder that lead down to the floor. There, she caught a few mice and eat a hearty breakfast. (The barn was full of them.)
Then, she walked outside. The sun was shining brightly. Nothing could go wrong today. But there she was wrong. A moment later, Bird came running toward her, a distressed look on her face. She bumped into Jasmine, who knew that something was wrong.

What's wrong, Bird?

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Bird panted slightly. She was tired.

Jasmine, Jasmine, there is someone here for you. He said that he needs to talk to you now. He almost broke in the farm. He looked very angry.[/color]

Jasmine was troubled by this. A tingling feeling filled her body. Could it possiblely be....? She decided to ask Bird a question.

Bird, was his pelt brown? Did he have a scar running down his face?

Bird nodded. Jasmine's eyes dulled. He had found her. Her father had finally found her. She sagged a bit, and got up slowly.

I had better not keep him waiting.[/color]

With that, she ran toward the gate.
By the gate, she spotted Scar. His face was the same, bent in an angry expression, the scar covering his face. His brown pelt was matted and dirty. He had obiviously gone through alot of trouble to find her. She approached him slowly, but he knew she was coming.

Come out, Jasmine, you rat. I need to talk to you.[/color]

His voice was angry. She timidly replied.

I am here, Scar. Let us talk.[/color]

Scar limped to her. His face was bent up in even more anger.

Look, rat, you escaped from me. I tried to teach you to become powerful, because your other siblings couldn't do it. But you were timid, and friendly, and you hated me, so you ran away. Do you know how much trouble I went through to find you? I need you back with me. We could be powerful. Don't you want that?[/color]

Jasmine shook her head slowly. She stood up.

Look, father, I don't want to be powerful. All I want is to live a peaceful life. But you obviously don't want me to do that. So I will fight for my freedom. I will battle you. If you win, I go with you. If I win, I will do as I please, and you will stop following me!

Scar slowly nodded.

Ok rat, it's settled. Let's battle now.[/color]

Jasmine moved back, where there was more space. She closed her eyes and breathed. She didn't want to fight her father, but she had to. She crouched in a fighting stance, ready. Scar did the same. Then, suddenly, they leapt at each other. Scar reached, claws extended. He scraped her side, and blood poured. She cried in pain, but jumped at him with twice as much fury. She clawed at his face, trying to blind him. It missed, but she scratched his cheek all the way through the flesh. He battered at her, and she battered at him.

The battle was long and gory. They were both toren up and bleeding hard. They had almost no energy. Scar was at his mercy. Jasmine pinned him down. She striked at his chest, and blood spurted out with each heart beat. He took a quick breath, and his heart stopped. He was dead. Jasmine slowly backed up.

She had won. She was triumphant.

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<sup>Name: Shackledspirit

Age: approximately 26 moons (around two years)

Gender: femme

Personality: Shackledspirit’s personality varies somewhat with her age. At the age of a kit, she has shown an adoring, caring nature toward her father. She never knew her mother, and only has fleeting memories of Cloudedpelt (though Dark told her Cloudedpelt was a loner, not a clan cat). However, she did not mind that she did not know her mother, because Dark became both her entire center of attention. She bonded tremendously with him, few cats before her have done the same, and few cats after her ever will have a relationship as such. Shackledspirit sucked up knowledge and training like a sponge. Even in her warrior years, she desired to learn as much as possible – though she has quite an extent already on her wisdom. The she-cat is tremendously skilled in fighting and combat, but is not haughty because of it. By nature she is a humble cat when it comes to her own feelings.
As to the rogues, Shackledspirit has mixed feelings. She feels compelled to obey them because of her promise to Dark, and yet she hates them at the same time for their cruel desire to destroy her entire clan. And she hates herself, because she knows she will be the one to do this. When Shackledspirit first came to the clans, her desire and plan was obvious to her, and she had no wish to preserve SeaClan at all – she could have cared less for them. But as time went on, Shackledspirit found that she was already growing to love her clan, despite her efforts not to [in the future she will even find a tom, which will make things all the harder]. She tries to show indifference, and tries to convince herself that she does not care about the clan at all. She can be apathetic and loathing, while other times she cannot hold back her devotion to her clan.

History: (if this history interferes with any plots or is not acceptable, please let me know. I suppose this could actually become an entire site plot if her future escalates, and I don't want that to mess up anything. o.O)
It is for Shackledspirit’s past that she is named. Of course, the name may only seem purely accident to other clan cats, but to Shackledspirit herself, it is a name of both torture and love; a constant reminder to her of both the father she lost, the promise she made, and the scheme of the idea set into motion. Firstly, let us race back in time to better understand Shackledspirit’s nature, oath, and background . . .
» It all started with her parents, of course. Her father, Dark, was an x-rogue, so to speak. Named for his jet-black pelt, Dark was the opposite in spirit – he could be said to have been a caring, kind, thoughtful cat. Though he was born a loner, he chose to join the rogues solely out of nothing better to do, I suppose. As the years progressed, Dark found that he preferred loner life to that of a scoundrel’s (this seemed perfectly reasonable, as Dark’s gentle and compassionate nature was never intended to be twisted into a rascal’s fate). Slipping out of the rogue’s camp one inky-black night, Dark escaped to the hill country west of SerenityClan. He lived there for a while without disturbance from the rogues. In fact, he had come to believe that the rogues did not even know where he was. But he was wrong.
Shackledspirit’s mother, Cloudedpelt, looked almost exactly like Shackledspirit, but much smaller in build and with green eyes. Her character traits were that of being a stern, bold, and loyal warrior to SerenityClan – but her weakness was love. It happened that Dark, who was a nomadic cat wandering the hills near SeaClan, chanced to see Cloudedpelt near the edge of SerenityClan territory. They met and, in time, fell in love. The business of it was tricky: Cloudedpelt would slip (usually undetected) out of SerenityClan territory to meet with Dark in the hill country. When dawn broke, Cloudedpelt would already be back at SerenityClan camp in the warriors den, as if nothing happened. This continued for about a moon, when Cloudedpelt discovered she was expecting kits. The clan warriors did not suspect much, as it seemed perfectly natural for warriors to have kits in SerenityClan. Meanwhile, Dark waited anxiously in the hill country. When Cloudedpelt finally did kit, it was in the hill country: she gave birth to only two kits. Knowing that one must stay with Dark, the queen named the chosen kit Radiance; the other was called Frostkit. Vowing to return to Dark, the queen transported Frostkit to SerenityClan, leaving Radiance behind with Dark. The queen did keep her promise by returning to Dark as frequently as possible; it was becoming harder to visit Dark unnoticed, however, because of the curiosity which would certainly be aroused by the clan if she continued. Cloudedpelt decided to lie low for a while, and did not visit Dark for a time. During this time, Dark focused his concentration on training little Radiance. Being strong himself, Dark spent many whole days working with Radiance upon all subject matters – combat, swiftness, prey, poisonous plants (what to eat and what not to eat), enemies, rogues, loners, friends, humans, kittypets, the clans ( he had learned of the clans through Cloudedpelt), weather signs, natural phenomenon, and a bit on the subject of medicines. He poured out all his energy, knowledge, time, care, love, and devotion to Radiance. In return, Radiance grew to adore him greatly in return. They spent much time together, and Radiance became extremely bonded and attached to him; it is ineffable and impossible to describe their relationship. Despite their happy life, and unbeknownst to them, Cloudedpelt – back at the clans – had died of green cough (at least, that is what most say . . . ). When Dark finally realized this, his heart was immensely grieved and sorrowed. To allay Radiance’s fears, the loner told Radiance simply that her mother had died. He did not tell her that her mother was a clan-cat, nor did he tell her that she had a brother. He decided never to tell her, because he feared that she might return to SerenityClan by chance.
As previously stated, Dark believed that the rogues had no idea where he was. However, they did know - this is where he was mistaken. Still recovering from the loss of Cloudedpelt, Dark continued to wander the hills with Radiance at his side.
One cold night in leaf-bare, a young rogue named Distortion managed to conference privately with Dark. His message included a threat and consequence from the rogues. Distortion explained that several rogues had been watching Radiance, and had seen her extraordinary and outstanding skill – which was exactly what they needed. Dark was to continue training Radiance, and then he was to send her to SerenityClan. There, Distortion explained, the rogues were without a doubt she would excel and eventually become deputy – and, in the future, leader. If Radiance died or never became leader, she would betray SerenityClan to the rogues. However, if she did become leader, Radiance was to turn the entire clan and its inhabitants over to the ever-growing rogues. In return, Distortion and the other rogues would spare her life. But if she were to fail in this task – here Distortion drew a crooked claw over his throat. And Dark was to be the one to tell her this.
So Dark was in a dilemma. Either he kept her – and she died at the claws of the rogues – or he gave her to her mother’s clan. To become a warrior, and to betray the clan. To become leader, and to betray the clan. All this at the cost of her life. Only this way could she live. Grieved at heart, Dark wrestled with the idea for an interminable amount of time. Finally, he concluded: he would send Radiance to the clans, and so preserve her life. The loner began to inform Radiance, bit by bit, of the plan. He did not tell her that she would die if she did not do this, nor did he tell her that the rogues had told him of this plan; he claimed it to have been his own idea. At first, things worked out. The rogues were satisfied with Dark’s actions; Dark was satisfied that Radiance would live, and Radiance was content to be always at her father’s side. That is, until it happened . . .
Radiance had been practicing several skills near a large, silver boulder in the hill country. Her father had gone to the valley for hunting, and promised to return shortly. But, as the day grew cold and darker, Radiance realized that something was wrong. Dark had not returned, nor could she see him upon the hills nearby. Disturbed, and quickly growing numb with ideas, Radiance set off in the direction of the hunting grounds Dark had gone to. When she arrived at the hunting grounds, she found Dark sprawled out upon the grassy floor. Racing to his side with horror, she found that a wound had been made to his throat. He could barely choke out the words which he now gave her. The words which she would swear to follow: the words which were her father’s death wish. The words were ‘to carry out with the plan (as they called it).’ To finish what her father had set her out to do – to go to the clans and simply betray them to the rogues. Poor Dark! Even as he died, he wished it that Radiance would live, and so made her take an oath – the oath which she would come to hate with all her heart; the promise that would keep her alive – to carry out with the plan. And Radiance, in desperate efforts to please her father, swore by his words that she would keep their plan. With these words, Dark died.
As we know, Radiance came to live in SerenityClan. Her warrior name became Shackledspirit; and after much hard work and false displays of loyalty, she was made deputy. She came to love the whole Clan, try as she might not to, for she knew she would only betray them in the end. She would stick to her father’s death wish . . . but things will become more complicated then she knows.

IC: Shackledspirit was not entirely flabbergasted when made deputy. Secretly, she wished that she had never been appointed the dreaded position, yet on the other hand she was thrilled to follow Dark’s wishes. Now the plan would be set into motion for sure. Her mixed, confused feelings surrounded her like the cold night air around her. Sometimes she wished none of it would ever have happened; that Dark would never have sent her on this heart-wrenching quest. She yearned to be normal, to be set straight with the world, Dark, her Clan, and herself; she wistfully remembered the days that she and Dark had spent side by side in the hill country. And now, she was destined to betray the clan, yet at the same time she would fulfill Dark’s wishes.
The overwhelming idea of betraying SeaClan weighed upon her like a mountain of boulders. It crushed and pierced her soul like a thousand thorns, and dug into her soul as a constant chain. But the thought of not carrying out Dark’s plan hurt her equally, if not more.
Shackledspirit’s blue eyes flew open suddenly, and she found herself staring vacantly into the dimly moonlit warrior’s den over her curled grey tail. The dark green moss-lined nests and the soft silhouettes of the other warriors gave her impression that they were all asleep. Listening carefully, she found that their breaths were equally matched, and were deeply drawn and slowly exhaled; meaning they were still in placid slumber. Inwardly, she could hear her own heart hammering bluntly. A ringing in her ears left her trembling slightly with the memory of her dream. Every night it was the same . . . She played it over in her mind, lovingly cherishing every bit of it, but loathing it as well. Loving the way she could see her father again, as if it were real – but loathing what had happened. What had happened . . . the thought echoed in her mind like a stone dropped into a deep cavern in the earth. What had happened? She never knew, and this is what pestered her along with all her other thoughts. Shackledspirit felt her weakening soul grasp for some – any – truth. She needed guidance, for without it, she knew she was lost.
Carefully scrutinizing the other warriors with wary, dilated eyes, the warrior concluded it was safe. Rising ever so slowly to her paws, she quietly shook her long coat of the moss clinging to it. Then, meticulously sidestepping the sleeping warriors, the she-cat threaded her way to the den entrance. She paused, slowly looking back at the slumbering cats with a somber look in her eye. No time for regrets, she reminded herself painfully. The warrior paced slowly until she came to the very eastern edge of the clan, enjoying the nightly scents of the open hills beyond. The hill country . . . that is where she was bound. There, she was certain to receive the confidence she needed.
Drawing a deep breath that might have been a wistful sigh, Shackledspirit pondered a moment, then raced with great swiftness up the first treeless hill. She ran mournfully over the green hills, with the wind whispering to her open ears, until she came to a hauntingly familiar knoll. Halting abruptly, she paused to take it in: the lone hill with the large, silvery boulder on its side – exactly as she remembered it. Above, the crescent moon shone dimly through a bouquet of dark silver clouds. Its light embraced the silver boulder, bathing it in the moonlight. For an instant, the dream flashed through Shackledspirit’s mind – no, she was not Shackledspirit here. Upon the open plains and hills . . . she was Radiance.

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^{Shackledspirit! You used to be on Cats of the Storm, didn't you?! =DDD 'ello! Were you Storm?}

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No, I was Tacitpaw. And you are Swiftie! ;D

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Hi Kelp! It's Lonely from Hidden Forest! -waves frantically-

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^{Heyyyyyy Tacit! I remember you. You tried to help Sorrow make her new site. Thanks for the help. Hidden Memories (the new COTS) is all new and pretty now! ^-^}

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<sub>'Ello Lonely! It is weird how you join a site and know people there. Must be that theory of six degrees or something.
*Cough* Tried. I'm very sorry for not finishing. Anyways, it is kewl seeing all you guys here. XD

(OFT: Is subs the big thing here? Heheh.</sub>

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^{I read one of the profiles. It was exellent. Now I have to find the time (more like when I feel like it) to read the other one. They both look quite equal though!}

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^{Lonely. Congratulations, they were both very good, and I mean it when I say it was a really tough decision.}

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Wait.....does this mean that I won? I'm kinda confuzzled XD

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^{I said your name, didn't I? xD}

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Congrats, Lonely! ;D

_{((Reflect)) So do I re-post the bio on the other board for warrior, or is it accepted as warrior as of now?}

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Oh, I'm sorry! I'm kinda out of sorts, but thank you guys! -gives you big huggles-

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Can I start a new thread for the Medicine Cat?

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^{Since you haven't already and you're not on at the moment I'll start it... And re-post it in profiles so it'll be easier for someone to move it.. you sure you don't want to try out for med kitty?}