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<sub>Alright this is your almighty Leader Wrenstar speaking...

Please post your Deputy bios with the normal bio form and I will choose the best!

Good luck to all!</sub>

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They cursed me with: Ghostlywind

But they blessed me as a: Tom

For: 43 moons

As a faithful deranged cat of: BrightClan

with the rank of: Deputy

So here's what you see: Ghostlywind is a lean black tom with a dark grey stripe on his belly. He has short hair and his frame is based on speed rather than strength. He enjoys tilting his head. His eyes are an odd electric blue color that shimmer in starlight but fade when he is sad. Ghostlywind has the "silent but deadly" look to him, and he is a forever friend and/or enemy. His eyes never give away emotions except for sadness or exhaustion.

His claws are rarely sheathed and are attached to pure black paws. His pointed ears, tail, and flank are heavily scarred, showing his lust for fighting. He will give his life to save a fallen warrior in battle. When Thrushstar was taken away, he tried to kill the Twolegs but was unsuccessful. Were it not for Stormfeather later that night, he would have probably commited suicide for failing to save his leader.

However, on the inside, Ghostlywind is a very broken, loyal character. He is very quiet when not in battle and has an odd way of speaking. Oddly enough, he can be very romantic when he's not in battle. He tries not to let his obsession for fighting and pinecones take control.

And here's what I feel: He is similar in nature to the Japanese samurai, fighting to the death even though his leader will say to retreat. He is very loyal, but will do what he thinks is right, whether it is against his tribes's rules or not. He is a good mentor, but often can be found in solitude--whether it be on hunting or patrol. Often he'll lead his own suicide missions on enemy clans, such as ambushing a patrol and hastily running off. He is deadly silent when he is most angry and rarely questions orders of his superiors.

However, he often does things without orders given. If he knows his enemy is trapped, his expression will suddenly change into a sadistic demeanor and he will start tormenting his foe. Ghostlywind's manner is very frigid and his personality usually drives all but the ones who know him best away. He dislikes arrogance and will not waste time clawing another cat's face if he think said cat was being insolent. He likes flowers and pinecones(he collects pinecones). Pinecones litter his warrior's bed.

He is vigilant and stern to others, but rather reserved in his ways. He usually ignores someone he doesn't like, but he stands for justice and will not tolerate infidelity. Even though he is crazy, his logic is quite acute and he can sense things more so than others. However, because of that, he tends to want to fix things before something bad happens that he can't prevent. He believes that one should not mourn for those lost, but that one should become stronger to make up for the loss.

And here's what you don't see:
Ghostlykit and Hauntingkit were the two healthy kits of Spottedbark's and Frozenwind's litter. The other two--Coldkit and Spiritkit--were sick most of the time. Ghostlykit and Hauntingkit were never the best of friends, and he was the quiet kitten with the weird blue eyes. He was happy to become Ghostlypaw and receive his mentor Shadowcrawl. But that happiness came to an end the day he became a warrior and saw his mentor slain in front of him by a band of rogue cats. After that, he became somber, cold, and meditative, but has dedicated his life to slaying anything with the slightest hint of danger to something he admires. He became Ghostlywind, named for the nature of his assassination strikes, and insane, sadistically driven by those lost around him.

When Shadowcrawl died, Ghostlywind began collecting pinecones and is fiercely protective of them to the point of Obsessive Compulsivity. His father Frozenwind was caught in a chill and developed blackcough, and his mother Spottedbark was captured by a Two-leg. His two brothers were sickly and died before becoming apprentices, but his sister Hauntingdream still lives.

It seems that after Shadowcrawl, Ghostlywind finally and utterly shattered, completely driven by the lust to kill whatever poses a threat. After he met Stormfeather, his new mate, the leader of BrightClan was taken by Twolegs just after suddenly naming him deputy. It came as a shock to Ghostlywind, but he took StarClan's advice and became the deputy after StarClan chose the new leader, Wrenstar. When Sorrowstar, the leader before Thrushstar, was in power, Ghostlywind was given an apprentice named Cinderpaw. She was naive but bright, and ran afoul of a badger before Ghostlywind could ask for her warriorship. Because he does not wish to fail his Clan by having another apprentice that might die, he has not asked for another one.

A day in my paws:
He knew he was in a dream...

The half-moon shimmered on his black pelt as Ghostlywind stood in silence at the waterfall. The rushing water zoomed past his place on the rock. Fireflies fluttered past his head. The light on his steel-blue eyes gave them an enlightened expression. They were half-closed, darkening them. The tree canopy overhead meshed the moonlight with shadows of leaves. No emotion crossed his face. He wasn't at BrightClan...

He heard crickets and frogs make noise on the water's edge as he surveyed the mountain lands. It reminded him of the mountains, a glittering river running down the icy mountain grooves. Fish flopped around as they toppled down the watery cascades. Ghostlywind's pensive gaze glanced around musingly, studying the area in silence. His large eyes reflected in the water below him, distorting his image. He wasn't in the camp...

The scent of mint and pine perforated the air. Ghostlywind inhaled deeply, loving the alone time. It was as if he was sleeping next to the warriors of StarClan. The air was balmy and breezy, warming up his flesh despite his inner-sadness. He hoped for the best for BrightClan, and the fact that he was a deputy gave him some assurance that he could protect his Clan. He wasn't in his bed...

He sighed, waving his tail. He wondered if anyone else had followed him here. Ghostlywind closed his eyes, filling his ears with the sound of water. The BrightClanner didn't know if medicine cats had such a dream.

And then he awoke, yawning and grooming his shadowy frame.

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Bloodline: Hauntingdream, but they aren't the best of friends. They are siblings, nothing more. Stormfeather, his loyal mate of BrightClan. Both still live.

Other: The pinecones O.O;;;

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Name: Birchfur

Gender: Tom

Age: 56 moons

Clan: BrightClan

Rank: Deputy

Looks: X.
The tom is not very handsome. Not for most, at least. He's a strange looking cat, to be sure, but not odd to a large extent. He has a sharply angled face, narrow and very prominent with a muzzle that protrudes just a bit much from his face for the good looking opinionists. His ears are large; said to be too large for his head, but they are nearly symmetrical. His eyes are dangerous. The myths of monsters who would paralyze with a gaze: this is as close as it gets, ladies and gents.

A silver-green color, like leaves, but an oozing, almost liquidy texture that seems to move and spin constantly. He can easily convince most cats anything- but he almost never uses his appearance as a tool. His entire bodice is coated in a chocolatey brown. Dark chocolate, one might say. No stripes. No marks. Just brown fur. Even his smallish nose is brown. There are some that say if you cut him open, his insides would be brown. That, of course, is both greusome and nonsense.

X.

Actions: If you thought he was confusing- you have no idea. Not yet. But, of course, that's what I'm here for. He's complecated, to say the least. He's not eccentric, but he isn't an example of ideality, either. He's not who any cat expects him to be. He changes constantly and has an uncanny way of suprising others. This is not intentional, rather part of him that he cannot change.

He is quiet. He listens intensely, studies his situation, and acts upon anything he can. He uses logic as a base, and proof and beleif as secondary additives. He has a way with words, only because he talks as carefully as he does anything else. He thinks carefully, he walks carefully, he hunts carefully. He fights carefully. He is nimble with his feet as well as his mind, and is a nearly impossible opponent if he wishes it so.

He has a tendancy to be perserverant, pateint, and level-headed. Of course, as said before- don't depend on anything with him except his motto- "The only sure thing about luck is that it will change." The only sure thing about him is that he changes. A lot. And if you're a BrightClanner- you become used to it.

Past:
When I was born: Birchfur was born in the normal way- in the nursery, warm and comforted by a nurturing mother. He and his sisters were all very quiet, in the beginning scaring their parents into thinking they could not make noise. But soon enough they began to emerge into the Clan world. His sisters were named after what they first opened their eyes to. One, now Birdsong, opened her eyes when a daft sparrow flitted into the nursery. The other one opened her eyes as a bettle scuttled past- Beetlepaw, as it was. She didn't deserve to die the way she did.

Birchfur, on the other hand, his father named him. He was Rowanclaw, his father had been Willowfang. And so, the tradition continued in the only son. Birchfur, as he became.

As I learned: Only barely after they were all apprenticed, his sister dissappeared. It took four moons to find her. She had met an ill fate- wandered off to prove her hunting skills and got lost. She was found starved almost to death in the hollow trunk of an oak tree. The medicine cat could do nothing to save her. She developed a fever, would not eat or drink, and finally faded into StarClan. Beetlepaw would never become Beetlefoot.

The two remaining siblings stuck together and rarely talked, then. At least, not to anycat other than each other. They trained hard enough, and were made warriors eventually. This was not before Birchpaw fell in love.

Her name was Leafpaw. She was beautiful, truly. A brown tabby with white paws and chest, and with glimmering blue eyes. But she did not love him back. Leafwind, as she became, ended up breaking his heart, choosing another mate. She died while kitting fourteen moons ago. No kit survived.

When I Came of Age:
By this time, Birchfur was hardened. He made friends, he learned fast, and he served his clan well as a warrior. In a battle, his sister Birdsong was raked blind by a vicious rouge. She would be handicapped for life. Soon after, she lost the will to live, and joined Beetlepaw in StarClan, to wait for their brother in the stars.

Birchfur worked harder afterwards. He didn't know why. He just channeled his energy into the Clan and its well-being. Fortunately, and much to his suprise, it payed off.

When I was Promoted: The leader, Thrushstar, was taken by twolegs- and when Wrenstar became leader, he chose Birchfur as deputy. This was only a few moons ago, and not much would happen.


In Character: The sinewy frame of a Clan cat appeared at the scene of the ash-blanketed 'forest', white paws quickly becoming encrusted in the powdery black. The feline stepped around a huge, charred log. No sounds were made by her walking, and a squirrel in the old log did not hear her, but rather smelled her. Featherfoot had not known the prey was there, and when she heard it scurry frantically for cover, sending ash flying into the air, she hissed. She should've been more alert. A patch of marigolds had sprung at the edges of the log. She sniffed carefully, this time unmoving and a stark contrast of pale ginger against black soot. She wrinkled her nose, recognizing a Clan-hated smell: a skunk was near. Very near. She peered with burning amber eyes into the log, where she found the fateful mother skunk staring back out at her. She was accompanied by four skunk-kits, all squeaking quietly and pushing farther beneath her. Featherfoot looked away, as to not alarm the family, and, wishing to come out of her hunt smelling decent, stalked aimiably away.

She stopped where a patch of succulent honeydew bushes grew, housing many little animals, and she crouched behind a rock, watching with baited breath. An innocent pigeon was the apple of her eye, alighted on a branch in the bush and looking around it unexpecting her deadly pounce. A raven flew overhead and clarked, startling the pigeon, but not enough to have it in flight. More rather, it leaped out of the bush and onto the dusty ground, spewing ash into the face of the she-cat. Her nose twitched, but she refused to sneeze, knowing she'd miss her chance if she did. The pigeon turned his back to her, and she leaped out from behind the rock. She landed squarely on him. He squirmed madly, pushing his scaly feet against her chest in vain and squawking, scaring a nearby mouse into hiding. Featherfoot laid a swift bite to his neck to silence and still him, before hiding him beneath the bush she'd seen him in. Burying him in ash was not a good idea. She sneezed then, and shook the ash off of her pelt. She could use some company.

Her father, gone but not forgotten, had taught her how to hunt, long before she left the nursery. She remembered her first 'catch'. It had been a small beetle, ambling about the nursery opening with no apprehension. Her father had instructed her, and she'd killed it easily. She was so proud. Although she had no siblings, she carrried it around camp, showing all the warriors and apprentices what she'd done. They tried to sound impressed. Remeniscing as she lay in the sunshine, she closed her eyes and smiled, remembering her father's kind, ginger face with his warm, green eyes. And then she remembered when he'd died. She was still an apprentice when he did, but she remembered. Her mother awoke her early, dawn not yet risen. She'd awakened to hunt with him, and found him not breathing. That had been the worst time of the willowy she-warrior's life. She opened her ginger eyes and yawned blearily. More hunting would be done before she returned to camp.

This time she brought down a field mouse, good sized and plump. She was scurrying along in the patch of gorse nearby, stopping every once in a while and twtiching her whiskers restlessly. She turned her back to Featherfoot, as the pigeon lying dead beneath his homestead had, and the feather-light she-cat rose to her paws in silence. She crept up slowly behind the jumpy mouse, her ears pricked and her tail flicking silently. She was low to the ground, her white belly-fur touching the pale green of the grass. Then, she pounced. The mouse squeaked and scurried below her, ending up behind her. Featherfoot twisted around and held a firm paw on the mouse's tail, killing it before it could protest again with another escape. She dropped the mouse with her pigeon. Her mother would eat well in the elder's den tonight. Featherfoot licked her now slightly pinkish muzzle, savoring the feeling of catching prey to keep her Clan alive.
(From another site. Too tired to write a new one. Jetlagged. Goodnight.)

Relationships/Kin: Umbercrest, mother, elder
*dead* Rowanclaw, father, StarClan
Birdsong, sister, StarClan
Beetlepaw, sister, StarClan

Other: Neoupe.

Codewords: Poison Tears Crash Down

[kee]

<sub>To me, size does not matter. To me, its the way the bio was written. It is also the cat for the job. I read each of the bios several times and I loved both.
But I had to choose one.
The winner of the BrightClan Deputy is...

Ghostlywind!

Good job and thank you for trying out you guys! Both bios were marvelous and it was hard choice.

I am going to make a ceremony post so please don't post him as Deputy yet. I have to do a few other things during this ceremony like make some kits apprentices. I will make Ghostlywind deputy during that ceremony.

Thanks guys!</sub>

[(aurora) of the problematique]

_{O.O! wh-wh-what?! omgosh, thank you! *bows* 'Tis an honor. I was gonna pm you about this, but may Ghostlywind have Ryekit (if he's going to be an apprentice) as his apprentice?}

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_{-nods- Yeppers! I think I saw something about it and Wrenstar has decided that already. XD}

[(aurora) of the problematique]

_{*bows* Thank you ^^}

[kee]

_{Welcome! ^^}

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Yay! *huggles Ryekit* Or should I say, Ryepaw?

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

... I need to RP Grainkit more. I'm sooo lazy, and now I feel bad >.<

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_{Please post with Grainkit in StarClan's Wishes. =]}