BrightClan Leader Auditions

[SHADE. :D]

BrightClan needs a new leader. Use the normal biography form. People who auditioned for BrightClan deputy may move their auditions here.

Good luck.

[SHADE. :D]

Okay.
The winner is Blue with Thrushstar. Good work. Nova, you can post your biography for the CloudClan leader auditions if you like. Your's was excellent, too. ^^ Blue, can you start a thread for BrightClan deputy? And please don't go inactive! xDD

[(aurora) of the problematique]

Congrats Blue and Nova! Both auditions were amazing. Nova, you should definately go for CloudClan leader ;D

[(aurora) of the problematique]

Anywho, let's start up this business again *sigh* It's just as Shade says above. I'm auditioning as well because I asked Lonely if Runningcloud could become the medicine cat instead of deputy

They cursed me with: Ghostlystar

But they blessed me as a: Tom

For: 43 moons

As a faithful deranged cat of: BrightClan

with the rank of: Leader

So here's what you see: Ghostlystar 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 blue color. 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. His pointed ears, tail, and flank are heavily scarred. However, on the inside, Ghostlystar is a very broken, loyal character. He is very quiet when not in battle and has an odd way of speaking.

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. Ghostlystar'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)

And here's what you don't see: Ghostlywind had an ordinary life as a kit--Ghostlykit--and apprentice--Ghostlypaw--until the day he became a warrior and saw his mentor, Shadowcrawl, 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. 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 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 advise and became Ghostlystar.

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

The half-moon shimmered on his black pelt as Ghostlystar 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. Ghostlystar'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. Ghostlystar 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 leader 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. Ghostlystar 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 mate.

Other: none

Secrets: Poison Tears Crash Down[/sup][/center]

[cheshy says grace]

<sup>Name: Wolfstar
Gender: She-Cat
Age: 45 moons
Clan: BrightClan
Rank: Leader
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Looks: Wolfstar is an all black cat. The unusual thing about her is that her whole tail is this brownish-reddish colored fur. So, her whole body's black except for her tail. She has long, slender ivory claws that are always ready to protect her Clan. Ice blue eyes, she has the muscular compact of Bluestar, for she is a distant cousin of the loyal leader that went insane. Her nose is greyish pink. Wolfstar has a scar across her left eyes, horizontally.

Actions: Wolfstar is a caring leader, who is willing to protect her clan with all of her lives. By the way, she has 7 lives left. Wolfstar is somewhat cheerful, yet stern and serious when she is: fighting, talking about something important, and other stuff like that. Like most cats, she has a soft spot for kits. She likes to play with them, and tell them stories about her ancestor Bluestar. Sometimes she wishes she had kits of her own. Wolfstar prefers to be friends with other Clans other than being mortal enemies. But she will protect her territory if she has to.

Past:

Wolfkit-

As a kit, Wolfstar had a tough time. Her mother, Tigertooth, had had three kits. One was her, then it was Blizzardkit, who was blind, and Prayerkit. Prayerkit had died at a young age when falling victim to greencough. Blizzardkit grew up with her though. When Wolfkit was 4 moons old, her father, Snowfoot, died from accidentally eating a death berry.

Wolfpaw-

As an apprentice, her mentor, Sunshade, taught her many things. Sunshade had told her that she would become a great leader one day, she just knew it. Though Wolfpaw didn't believe her and thought she was crazy, she still loved her. Every now and then Wolfpaw would go and hang out with Blizzardpaw. Then one day, loners and rogues attacked the camp, taking many lives with them, including Blizzardpaw's and Sunshade's. And leaving a scar across her left eye.

Wolfscar-

Wolfscar was named for the scar she had gotten. She was proud of her name, and she fought with all her might to keep it, (as in 'not die'). Every night she would pray to StarClan for her brother and mentor not to be in the Tribe of Nightmares. Awhile after she was named a warrior, the deputy died, then she was appointed deputy. That was a happy moment for her.

About five moons after she was appointed deputy, there was a twoleg on their territory. It had captured three of BrightClan's cats, including the old leader. The three of them never came back and they mourned for the lost cats. Wolfscar became Wolfstar.

Wolfstar-

There isn't much because it's only been a few moons since she became leader.
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In Character: Wolfstar looked around, "Hello?" she called. Starting to panic she ran. It was endless, there was no end to this small, sad road. She stopped abruptly as a familiar scent flooded the air. "Blizzardpaw...?" she said sadly. "Yes sister, it is I," the oh-so familiar voice that echoed her ears once again.

A tear rolled down her cheek. "You're okay! Oh, and look at how big you've grown," she yelped happily. "I can't stay for long, so I must tell you quickly, the Tribe of Nightmares is coming to the destroy the Clans and StarClan needs you and the other leaders to fight against the tribe. Now, I must go, be careful, dear sister, StarClan has had enough deaths," Blizzardpaw's voice faded and so did he. His pale eyes still held their regular height until he blinked, and they were gone.

Wolfstar awoke with a jolt. Breathing heavily she whispered her brother's name. "You were right there..." she said. "I will always be right here," the wind whispered past her ear. She smiled and stood up. Stretching she walked out of her den, Wolfstar trotted happily over to the fresh-kill pile and picked out a Thrush. Then she sat down next to the pile and began to eat. After she had gulped down the last of the juicy meat she began to groom herself and get the moss out of her fur. It was humid out, she sighed, "Oh well..."
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Relationships/Kin: Blizzardpaw, Tigertooth, Snowfoot, Bluestar, Prayerkit, Sunshade
Other: None
Codewords: Poison Tears Crash Down</sup>

[trissea]

Name: Birchstar

Gender: Tom

Age: 56 moons

Clan: BrightClan

Rank: Leader

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: Birchstar 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.

Birchstar, 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, Birchstar 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.

Birchstar 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, Hazelstar, lost his last life when hit by a monster. The new leader was Thistlestar. He had not much time to appoint a deputy, and was careful in doing so. He was rather an older cat, but hardy and wise. It is he that tought Birchstar all that he knows. He had been Birchstar's mentor, and, having trained him himself and watched him work diligantly for the clan, chose him for deputy.

For twenty-two long moons, Birchstar was deputy. He fought by Thistlestar in battle to battle, and made the Clan and his own leader proud. It was only then that Thistlestar died in his sleep, having been quite old.

Now this is who I am: Birchstar has been leader for eighteen moons now, and feels he is doing a decent job. He tries to think like Thistlestar had, and suceeds most of the time. In the same, he is a different cat alltogether.

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

[trissea]

Oh, and BTW, I know I already have a leader position, but he'll be gone soon, since the plot orders his 'death'. I was just thinking if I got it I'd still have a leader, y'know? ;D

(( Oo... he's already dead... what else can they DO ta him? @.@))

[cheshy says grace]

I soo am not gonna get this part, compared to yours blackeh... oh well, i tried ^^

[(aurora) of the problematique]

_{Yeah, Black, I figured plot characters didn't matter since they come and go. If that was true, I wouldn't audition because of Aurora.}

[cheshy says grace]

ho-hum

[kee]

Yes, Brook is back.

They call me Wrenstar
I am a Tom
I've lived for 37 moons
I live in BrightClan
I am dubbed a Leader

I look like a lion...
Wrenstar doesn't really look like a wren that much. His body type isn't small and petite like you may think. Wrens are light and fly around. Wrenstar wasn't meant to fly nor run fast. He is very muscular and big boned which makes him heavy. He is known for his good fighting skills, though he isn't very light on his feet. He only hunts if needed because he would rather train apprentices how to fight. He can be quite fast if it's needed but with his bulky body type, he cannot run for a very long time. He has long thick legs. His legs and neck fit well with his body type. he has very broad shoulders.

What really makes him look like a lion is his fur. It is quite long which makes him look larger and stronger. His tail is long and bushy and warms his face at night. Most of his pelt is a light creamy tan color. It looks like a wren's feathers almost which is one reason why he was named Wrenstar. He is a tabby to some and t some others he isn't. He only has one tabby stripe on his body. It's dark brown and it circles from shoulder, over his back, and to his other shoulder. His front legs are ringed with dark brown tabby stripes, though his back legs don't have the tabby stripes. Wrenstar has a white line on his belly that runs up his chest and to his muzzle. He has quite odd markings for a cat but that makes him unique.

Wrenstar's orbs are quite large for a cat but they fit on his head like a piece of a puzzle. Those orbs are a magnificent dark blue. They look like the sky at dusk. They are like the icing on the cake, so to say. In other words, it makes him look quite handsome.

I have the personality of a wren...
Wrenstar was always a peaceful cat since he was born. He observed his sisters play their games, instead of playing. Being the only tom, he was sort of the Leader of his little Clan of kits. They always called him Wrenstar. His mother always said he had the personality that would make him become a Leader one day. She was right. He is gentle and understanding. He is the kind of cat that you can go to to talk about something personal. He understands and helps out with all her can. He is wise and always knows what to say to some cat. He is gentle, but only to cats in his Clan. To others he is very serious and solemn and he doesn't like to say stuff around other Clans, because it could bite him in the but if you know what I mean. He is just as smart as every cat, he just knows how to use his brain.

Wrenstar does have a bad side to him. In battle, he can be a little to fierce but being so large, sometimes its hard to control what cats you crush. He has a very short temper around younger cats. He isn't very patient with them either which makes him not a very great mentor. He has mentored one apprentice, who was laid-back she-cat so he had no problems with her. She turned into a great warrior and he was quite proud of her. With other cats, he is very patient, its just the annoying younger cats that get to him. Now they don't get to him anymore because he is a Leader. Another thing that isn't a good trait about Wrenstar, is that he is very soft with all she-cats, no matter what Clan. That lead to part of his horrible past. He doesn't want to repeat falling in love with a cat from another Clan again but he is just suck a softy.

My past is disturbing to some...
Wrenkit was born and raised in BrightClan during leaf-fall with two sisters named Snowkit and Swankit. His mother was a gentle white nursery queen named Dreamfrost. Wrenkit's father was a large bold and brave light brown tabby tom named Falconwing. Wrenkit's mother and father loved each other very much. When the kits were still young, a owl attacked camp. Falconwing was able to fight it off. He got a bad wound on his back and Snowkit was clawed across her face. She became blind. Falconwing didn't want to go to the Medicine Cat. He convinced Dreamfrost he was fine. He promised he would hunt for Dreamfrost and the kits. But the wound became infected and Falconwing got very sick. During this whole period, Wrenkit became very close to his sisters because his mother was always checking on her mate. He was getting better, but one night he got very sick and died over night in his sleep. Snowkit didn't make it through leaf-bare. She was the weakest of the three. Swankit and Wrenkit became extremely close after Snowkit died. Their mother became very protective...

Wrenpaw and Swanpaw became apprentices at six moons. The two siblings were mentored by two she-cats that were twin sisters so they always trained together since their young mentors were close. Nothing really happened during training. Both of the young cats were very good at hunting and fighting. Swanpaw didn't grow much but Wrenpaw did. He grew to be almost as big as his mentor at only half way through his training and when he was made a warrior at thirteen moons along with his sister, he was much taller then his mentor and Swanpaw. Neither of the apprentices had grown close to their mentors. They just grew closer to themselves.

Wrenwhisker and Swanflight were their warrior names and their mother was quite proud of their success. She became an elder shortly after they were made into warriors. Wrenwhisker received his first apprentice at sixteen moons and Swanflight became an amazing hunter. She went out hunting everyday while he trained his apprentice, Deerpaw. She was a very calm she-cat and she was easy to train. She became a warrior when he was twenty-two moons but sadly she died from Greencough the leaf-bare. Wrenwhisker was heart broken but Swanflight was there for him. He was really lucky to have her as a sister. One day at the border he met a she-cat named Ebonysight. She was a stone gray she-cat with ebony eyes. After one moon of thinking and visiting her every so often, they fell in love. They mated and three moons of secretly visiting almost every night, lead to a kit. Ebonysight gave birth while visiting him. Wrenwhisker was heart broken that his mate was dead. He took her and the one kit that she bore, back to SerenityClan. He mourned her death for almost two moons and that whole time Swanflight was there for him. He spent the rest of his two moons as just a warrior, hunting every day with his sister. Then it happened...

Wrenwhisker became Deputy. It was quite a shock that he was chosen. He was really happy that he became something and thanked Thrushstar greatly for the honor to be Deputy was overwhelming. He was a good strong supporting Deputy the Clan and making sure that everyone was protected. He was busy and forgot Ebonysight. Swanfight was proud of him. She received her first apprentice shortly after he became a Deputy so they were both very busy. Sadly, Dreamfrost died two moons after he became Deputy. It was a sad time but Wrenwhisker had to keep working at being the best he could. Six moons after he became Leader.

Thrushstar's death was quite sudden but he got his nine lives and he has been a Leader for only one moon so far. Swanflight is still proud of him and he misses his mate every day. He wants to have another mate one day in his life as a Leader but he can wait for the perfect she-cat, like Ebonysight was.

This is how my master role plays....
&&. one for s o r r o w .
A Mythstar Role Play from In The Shadows

One for s o r r o w
Two for j o y
Three for g i r l
Four for b o y
Five for s i l v e r
Six for g o l d
Seven for s e c r e t
Never been t o l d

A lone tree stump sat in the middle of the shaded clearing. For years the stump was used by the Leader of ShadowClan to hold Clan meetings. When a cat was on it, great and powerful announcements were made for the whole entire Clan to here. It stood high towering over the young cats and some times level with the large older ones but either way, the Leader always was high above the crowd. He could look out over all the cats to see the new apprentices to be receiving their mentors or the warriors receiving their knew apprentices. He could see the older apprentices ready to become warriors and a older warrior ready to become Deputy. The stump was called the Tallstump. And some cats thought it was sacred.

Mythstar was positive it was the third most sacred place in all of the territories. The first two were the Moonpool and the Gathering Island. He would have felt much better if the Tallstump was first on the list but he was positive that it was impossible for that to ever happen. He was alright with it though because the two most sacred territories weren't the other Clan's. They were either owned by StarClan or shared by all the Clans. He was proud to call the Tallstump his own. The new Leader may be young but he is wise and smart. He tests other cats in the most weird or even painful ways. But that's just because Mythstar's brain works differently then everyone else.

Speaking of that devil, it was time for him to make the journey to the Tallstump because today was a special day for the whole Clan. Today was the day Mythstar would be announcing the new Deputy for Aurorafrost, sadly has gone missing like the two Leaders before him. What strange goings on but now, after waiting for a couple moons for her to come back, the wise Leader decided it was now time. He had already decided who it was going to be from the test he had given her yesterday. It was a fight but she had defended herself like no other cat he has ever stood up to. He liked that. He thought she was a wonderful, brave warrior. He would be making Wildstorm his Deputy.

Slowly, he emerged from the dark shadows of his den which was in the tallest tree in camp. It stood, towering over everything in sight but he absolutely loved his tree. It suited him. Every pawstep made a tingle run down his spine. This was his first Clan meeting he would hold that something would really happen. These would be his first ceremonies to conduct. It was so exciting for him but he didn't show it. He kept a straight face as he padded toward the stump. He didn't look at anyone or anything. He focused him self on the stump, thinking about what Asterstar would do, what he would say, how he would react. Once he reached the stump, he heaved himself on top and looked out over camp.

It was a nice day, the sun was shining but in the shaded clearing, it was almost like it was cloudy. A few patches of sun sat on the ground but nothing else. It was hard for the light to seep through the think branches and leaves of the pine trees. There was a faint breeze that could barely rustle leaves but it was nice enough to keep cool during the warm day. He wanted it to be a beautiful day that he would chose the new deputy. He wanted this day to be absolutely perfect. Today wasn't just the day he would announce the new Deputy. It was also a new day. It was a day where everything would change. Everything would be different but he had Wildstorm on his right hand side to help him. He just wished that she wouldn't take the fight he had with her yesterday personally

"All cat's old enough to catch their own prey, gather under the Tallstump for a Clan meeting!"

These are my family both dead and alive...
Falconwing;; Father [dead]
Dreamfrost;; Mother [dead]
Swanflight;; Sister [alive]
Snowkit;; Sister [dead]
Ebonysight;; Mate [dead]
Willowkit;; Kit [alive]

Poison Tears Crash Down (and kill us all)

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

<sup>Brookeh's back! -tackles-

I was gonna audition, but Brook... how long did that bio take you? It's wonderful! LOL, Thrushstar then Wrenstar. Hmm.

On the Plot characters thing, I guess I can audition for the next leader / deputy / medicine cat - Both my 'high' characters are Plot. (Heartlessfrost and Crystalkit).</sup>

[kee]

<sub>Kuri-Chan! -ish tackled-

Thanks! It took me like 2 and a half hours. I copied and pasted the role playing example from another site. If I had made that, it would have taken a lot more time. =]

It's good to see you again!</sub>

[cheshy says grace]

Now I really don't think Wolfstar's gonna make it

[kee]

_{Don't give up, Wolf! There's always a chance that you will win! =]}

[(aurora) of the problematique]

_{-_- Oh well, I can still try out for deputy if Ghostlystar doesn't make it.}

[cheshy says grace]

yeah... I'd try out for meddie cat... but I already have a meddie cat.. I know, med. cat appy!

[kee]

^{Just saying, but then your Medicine Cat apprentice will turn into a Medicine Cat and that won't be fair to the other members. You are lucky to have a high position.}

[(aurora) of the problematique]

<sub>Wolf, what meddie cat are you talking about? Meddie cat's are filled. The ones open are BC deputy and leader.

Brook, not to be a douche bag, but we've had our full share of "high positions being fair" for the past two-three weeks xDDD. We lost a member because of the argument caused and that's why we're doing BC leader and deputy auditions. That was the worst fiasco I've ever seen.</sub>

[kee]

<sub>-glares- Don't tell me what to say and what not to say. How would I know about a fight? I just rejoined this site! ><

Oh, and just so you know and for furture talks like this, I get pissed off really easily. Be aware.</sub>

[cheshy says grace]

Yeah, whatever, I don't feel like having another busy meddie cat anyway, Griever's already pretty busy, i mean with fireh and her patients and the kit and the loner and garza and falcon the soon-to-be appy of Griever... blah blah blah

[(aurora) of the problematique]

_{-____- I'll keep that in mind so just for future reference, unless I say I'm being serious, I'm usually joking. You shouldn't get pissed off at anything I say because I won't understand why. One of Aurrie's quirks xDDDDD}

[kee]

_{I see...}

[SHADE. :D]

*waves cane*

Simmer down, children, simmer down! ^^ Right, I've decided on the leader. Brook wins, with Wrenstar. Congratulations. The rest of you, if you like, can tryout for deputy.
Um.. OK?

[(aurora) of the problematique]

_{Yes, Mommy. *Goes to post as deputy*}

[kee]

<sub>-ish extremely shocked- I-I'm speechless.....

Wow...

Everyone's auditon was really good! I'm so glad to be back! =]</sub>

[lonelylove :D]

Hey, congrats, Brook! I think every did an awesome job, though.

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[trissea]

*scuttles off to post bio for deputy*

Congrats, Brook!~

[kee]

_{Thanks guys!}

[FIREH!!]

Yeah, Congrats Brook! Aurrie, Brook has a temper -pokes Brook playfully- but she's usually pretty cool, and Brook, Aurrie DOES joke ALOT. So you both with make the bestest pair of friends!!!! xDDD