[BrightClan] Deputy II

[(aurora) of the problematique]

<sub>Allright, Ghostlywind is going to go to Moonshard and spend some time there to get his lives to become Ghostlystar. However, I want him to name a deputy when he gets home ^^ Please post your bios here. I will choose the winner. Remember, it's quality over quantity with me ^___^ I am very strict with the Warrior Code about choosing my deputy. Please check with the WC to make sure your deputy owns up to their requirements. If Erin Hunter wouldn't cast you as deputy, neither will I.

Please post here. I will make my decision in that time.

Here is the warrior code when dictating deputies:
The deputy is the second-in-command to the leader, and may be considered an apprentice to the art of leading the Clan. They serve in the Leaders place in the situation that the leader is injured and unable to fulfill their duties.

To become a deputy, a cat must have trained an apprentice.

At the Leader's death, they become the leader should StarClan grant them nine lives.

A deputy must be chosen before moonhigh of the previous deputy's resignation or death.</sub>

[blackfoot]

This is my new bio for deputy, the other I used on another site and I'm not sure if that is allowed or not.

Me name is:
Fiendclaw

I have walked the hard earth for:
48 moons

I am and shall remain:
a tom

I have been given the rank of:
deputy

I am honored to be a loyal and fierce part of:
BrightClan

I act in this way:
Fiendclaw is a serious cat, he doesn't get distracted easily and if he should be the distraction had better look out. He his a perfectionist and is rather strict about how things should be done. He rarely plays, thinking it a foolish waste of time, and would rather work on something instead. He hates to sit still, when he was young the cats would say that he 'had ants nipping his paws', for he never could sit still for very long. He is a hard worker and does his work with almost a fury for because he wants to get things done just so and they never seem to get as perfect as he wants them to be.

Since he is a perfectionist he of course has worked hard in everything that he does and is as close to perfect in it as possible, especially fighting. One wouldn't think he was strong when they looked at him but where he lacks in strength he makes up for in smarts and agility. You most certainly wouldn't want to be on his wrong side.

Fiendclaw is adventurous and likes to have a good challenge set before him, though he can get frustrated easily if it takes too long. He will stick to the project of course, it is almost impossible for him to leave something unfinished, but he will get angry at the project and have a rather bad temper about it until it has met his high standards. He has a pretty quick temper and isn't very patient at with slow learners and if something doesn't work he will sometimes lash out at those around him. He of course knows that this isn't perfect behavior and often gets angry with himself for not meeting his own standards that he has set. He can hold a grudge for a good while, but it takes a pretty annoying cat to get him to hold one, for he us usually fairly quick to apologize about things and make peace again, make things perfect again.

I am seen in this way on the outside:
Fiendclaw is tan all over, a light creamy tan, kind of a honey color. It covers his entire pelt, not breaking for a hairs breadth in one place. The only place that is not white is his belly and chest, which is just as pure a color as the tan part of his pelt. His fur is not exactly long, but neither is it short, it is medium lengthed and is a little longer on his belly and chest. He has some tufts on his ears that are the same tan as the rest of his tan pelt. His tail also has some longer fur on it too.

He has a medium and light build, though what there is of him is pure muscle. He is medium sized but is not an extremely strong cat, relying more on his light paws and quick mind. His paws are smallish, though they are equipped with razor sharp claws which he doesn't hesitate to use.

On to his face, he bears a white blaze from a little above between his eyes to his pink nose. His eyes are a golden yellow and are rather striking. His whiskers and claws are both white.

You may think that that is all that there is to tell about, but it isn't. There are many scars that I haven't spoken of, tellers of his harsh past. One of his ears has a jagged scratch in its side and he has scars almost all over his body. He is also almost blind in one eye, though he can see blurry dark shadows out of it well enough. He has adjusted well to it and can see so well that one can hardly tell that he is blind in it.

I have this story to tell:
Fiendclaw used to be a rogue, strangely enough. He has no wish to remember his past though, for it is very painful to him, in mind and in body. His father was not a part of the rogue band that Fiend was born in, having met his mother before she had joined the band. Strike tried to get Vivian, Fiend's father, to join the band but he refused because he wasn't one of those rogues that liked to kill, and so Strike killed Vivian.

When he was born no one around him cared for him much, though he and his brother, Blood, were rather close to each other. His mother, Strike, only stayed with them until he was weaned and then she left. If they didn't care for themselves then the other cats would gladly take care of them, and not in a nice way either. They were left on their own, receiving cuffs and scratches from any cat that felt like hurting something. The only good thing that they were given was food, though it was in small quantities it kept them alive. Most of the time they spent in hiding, trying their best to avoid the other cats, but of course they failed. One Fiend tried to just run away, but his hunger drove him back and he was disciplined harshly.

At the age of four moons he was considered old enough to be trained and we was brought into a group of 'trainers'. Now trainers were the older cats, great battle-scarred brutes, who trained the younger ones well in rogues' eyes. The first few days were filled with just talking, the new learners being expected to remember every word and at the end of the day they were quizzed. If they didn't get enough right they would go without food.

The next days made the first few days seem like bliss, for now came the physical training. They were fought by the teachers, who growled and hissed instruction to them sparingly, leaving most learning for the cats to learn themselves. Half of the young cats died in this training, some tried to get away and though most failed in those tries, one succeeded. That one gave Fiend hope, and so he started planning his escape.

One day he decided that it was time to try to get away from the bloothirsty rogues. He made it away and after some trouble, found the camp of BrightClan soon came across the camp and as he saw all of the strange cats, smelled all of the strange smells, and heard all of the unfamiliar sounds, he felt a little overwhelmed. It didn't help when all of the cats looked up with glares and suspicious growls. He cringed, lowered his eyes, and flattened himself onto the ground as he had learned to do in the rogue band. As the leader approached and asked what he wanted he told her without hesitating, this was his one chance. If these cats turned him down then he would be doomed.

He was accepted though, was given a real mentor, and the clan name, Fiendpaw. His mentor here was kind and just, though he was firm. This life was wonderful after his rogue life, and he was also on the watch for ways to further prove his gratefulness and loyalty. He worked hard as an apprentice and did well, being a great learner when he had the right mentor. He had learned some from the rogues yes, but he still had a lot to learn and polish up.

When he was made a warrior, he was thrilled, for now he could further prove himself, and he did many times. He fought in a battle and helped chase rogues out of the territory. His perfectionist nature had made him perfect his hunting abilities and his leader soon found that he was a very valuable asset. No one doubted his loyalty now, which had been, and still is, his worst fear. He was given an apprentice and enjoyed training him, though he found it a little trying since he was a perfectionist, but he succeeded in the end.

An example of me:
Fiend, as he was called as a rogue, lay curled in his nest as darkness pressed in on him from all sides, the moon hardly giving any light at all. He was alone, though he usually slept with his brother. He hadn't the slightest inkling on where his brother was, and really he didn't mind much.

His thoughts turned to a plan that he had been piecing together, he had to get away. It wasn't just a wish now, it was a need. He had seen from his brother how this band could change him and he didn't want to change. He had been told that he had his father's pelt and he wanted to have his father's heart too, forever.

He pushed himself to his paws and padded lightly out of the camp, keeping his pace slow and deliberate, as though he were only going to get a drink from the nearby stream. He pushed himself into the thick over growth, his pace getting faster, more desperate, his breath coming in nervous breaths. If he was seen now there would be no helping him, he was far past the small stream now.

He tensed as he scented a cat nearby, but before he could move something jumped on him from behind and he was pinned to the ground before he knew it. He stared up into the other cat's eyes, and gasped. 'Blood! It's me, Fiend!' Fiend's brother narrowed his eyes as he looked down at Fiend but he got off of him. 'What are you doing?' he growled suspiciously.

'Blood,' Fiend hesitated, knowing that if his brother had sunk too far he may well kill him here and now, as was the orders for a cat that was caught running away. He decided at last that he could trust his brother though. 'I'm running away.' He said flatly. 'Won't you come with me? I heard about a clan, nearby even! BrightClan, or something like that, please Blood, come with me before it is too late.' Fiend winced and seemed to shrink as his bigger and thicker brother began looking more imposing, one could easily tell he was fighting a war deep down inside.

Finally he jerked his head to the side. 'Go Fiend, Dread is going to be here soon, he said that he'd check on me soon. Don't ask me to come, I can't. It, it's too late for me little brother. GO!' His last word was more of a bellow than anything, for there was another cat coming. Fiend looked at his brother, eyes full of tears. He gave him a last parting lick, telling him how much he loved him, and then shot away.

A few minutes later he heard heavy breathing behind him. Glancing over his shoulder he saw Dread. No! He shouted in his mind. He couldn't get caught, especially by this cat, if he was his death would be slow and painful. His paws beat the ground, his eyes darted around frantically. A waft of BrightClan scent filled his nostrils. Please, please, StarClan if you are real help me now! He heard the pawsteps behind him cease, and he glanced over his shoulder again. There was Dread, he had halted at the clan border, knowing that the scent of a patrol was nearby. He glared at Fiend, growling threats and then turned and ran quickly away.

Fiend sighed and started forward again, slower this time, for he was uncertain. What lay ahead? Was it better than he had just left... or was it something far worse? What if this clan hated rogues and killed them at first sight? He trembled but continued towards the camp, he knew that he was following a sort of path, he knew that it was one of a patrol too.

Those I have known and I do know yet, and also my family:
Dread~teacher/enemy
Vivan~father[dead-killed by Strike]
Strike~mother
Blood~brother

[cheshy says grace]

They Call Me:
Nightfur

I am a:
She-cat

My years have brought me to:
37 moons

I Run With:
BrightClan

I am to be a:
Deputy

This Is Me:
Blue-black fur that glitters in the night. Royal blue eyes that express any emotions. Nightfur is a beautiful she-cat, admired by toms and envied by she-cats. No scar blemishes her fur or skin, except one. It is across her right flank. Long and straight, clean cut, and a story is behind it.

Nightfur is blind in one eye (left eye), making it hard for her to fight. She has glossy fur that is unusually thick and soft. Her dainty paws look as though they don't touch the ground when she runs. Nightfur usually flicks her tail out of habit, and sometimes unknowingly. She has black nose leather and sparkling white teeth. Nightfur has black, long whiskers that droop when she's sad.

Long claws can tarnish any item. She usually uses them to slice prey or cut down cats in her way. Nightfur has a thin frame, but looks bigger from the effect her fur gives her. She has narrow face, her muzzle slightly shorter than any other cats. Her eyes are almond shape and flare dull gold when she's angry. She has white fur on her chin, and long legs that walk briskly almost all the time. Her underbelly is soft, with short fur that shines in the night, just like her other fur. Her right ear has tear, and a chunk is missing from her left. She has a nice, beautifully shaped neck.

Don't Doubt Me:
Kind, thoughtful, stubborn, lonely, friendly, worried, and likes hunting. She usually is found hanging around by the nursery, or accidentally sleeping in (when I say accidental, I mean it). She understands that if the leader, Ghostlystar, is to die, she will have a whole clan in her paws to take care of. That is what she is worried about. She doesn't want to take care of a whole clan, but she knows if he does ever die or resign, it'll be her loyalty that will take the wheel.

She has dislikes in the clans, but refuses to show them, and when her nerves split, you better back off. It's usually the whiny warriors that get in her nerves the most, but Nightfur knows she has to hide her anger. But she is nice to other cats, and formal to her leader and the elders.

My Tarnishes:
Nightfur was, obviously, born as Nightkit of BrightClan. She was born, like most other kits, in the season of New-Leaf. However, she was born into a troubled family. She was part of the second litter between her mother and her father. Her sire, or father, was Gullfeather, a sixty-four moon old tomcat Warrior that was wiry, willowy, and sinewy. Her mother, Willowleaf, was a sixty-nine moon old Warrioress she-cat that was frail, sickly, and dying from an infection. Nightkit was born into their second litter of three. She had two brothers, she being the only female of the trio. Her brother’s names were Beekit and Molekit. Beekit was born blind. After about three moons, Beekit died from eye bacteria that had spread. This left Molekit and Nightkit. Willowleaf had survived the birth, but had received an infection that refused to go away. As a she-cat out of her prime of life, her immune system was weak and failing. Soon, as soon as Molekit and Nightkit were made to be Apprentices and their mother’s care was no longer needed, Willowleaf and Gullfeather were retired to the position of Elders. The infection would repeatedly strike over the passing moons, never fully diminished each time and gaining a little stronger hold on tired old Willowleaf each time.

During this period of trial for her mother, Nightpaw trained under the watchful eye of one of the more senior Warriors, Patchpelt. Patchpelt was a gruff old codger, but Nightpaw was taken with him, growing with perseverance each passing moon. Many marveled at how two older, thinner cats could produce such a massive offspring. By the age of 13 moons, Nightpaw had filled out, exchanged her kittish stance for one of a mighty tomcat Warrior, and been promoted to the rank of a Warrior. Then, the call came. Her Elderly mother, now eighty-two moons old, had been placed under care in the Medicine Cat’s Den. The young Warrior Nightfur stayed faithfully by her side every spare moment she had, when she was not serving her Clan. Finally one chilly morning when the field grass faded to brown and the flurries of snow were falling, Willowleaf passed from the earth. Fourteen moons old Nightfur was on a border patrol with some Clanmates when a messenger informed her that her mother had died. She was bitterly mourned and wept, then buried peacefully on a quiet hill where the flowers bloomed from her remains.

Her mother’s death greatly humbled Nightfur, and no cat could seem to bring her out of her cowed attitude. She learned a valuable lesson from Willowleaf’s death:

You never fully appreciate something until it’s gone. We know neither the day, nor the hour.

Nightfur was awarded her first apprentice; Greenpaw. She trained him well, growing a bond with the apprentice. He became a fine warrior, but was one of the warriors that had died in the following attack.

Then, as the old BrightClan deputy grew of age, Nightfur became, also, older. At the age of 22 moons, there was rogue/loner attack on BrightClan. She defended the Clan with all her might, was not strong enough to prevent the deaths of the cats. Her father, Gullfeather, died when a rogue had attacked the elder's den. And the deputy, Honeyflame, was killed by a bulky brown rogue. And three other warriors were killed.

Nightfur and the other cats mourned for the lost cats, buried them in the forest, and Gullfeather was buried next to his mate. Then it came for one of the big decisions, at moonhigh, who was to be the next deputy... Nightfur.

My Examples:
A glittering pelt dashed through a thistle bush in the dead of night. She was panting and trying to get away from it. She didn't know what it was, she just wanted to get away. Nightfur's paw caught an uprooted root and she gasped, stumbling to the ground. Then it happened. A glowing cat jumped over top of her pulling her to her paws and running alongside Nightfur. "Who... Who are you?" she gasped, still running for her life, unaware if the thing that was chasing her was still following. She just ran along the glowing cat, which remained silent.

"Hello? Hello?!" Nightfur asked, waiting for the star-filled cat to say something. Then it stopped abruptly, and Nightfur flew off the edge of a cliff. "HELP!" she screamed, her voice soon faded, and next thing she knew, she landed with a thump next to the glowing cat. "What the-?!" Nightfur muttered as she stood up and shook the dirt from her pelt. She turned and saw the cliff where she just fell from. "How did I-?" but Nightfur was stopped in the middle of her question by a nudge from the StarClan cat. It looked up at the sky. It was becoming bright, and the glowing cat was fading.

Nightfur opened her eyes, gasping, and finding herself in the warrior's den. "What just happened?" she asked the air. "You slept in, that's what happened," said a voice from outside the den. A brown tabby stuck her head in to the den, "C 'mon it's almost sunhigh!" it said. "Oh, mousedung! Thanks Brackenstripe!" she said, standing up and clearing her pelt of moss. She stepped out of the den, glaring at the sun, and muttering a curse under her breath.

She padded over to Brackenstripe, "Hey, Bracken, would you mind taking a few other cats and going on a hunting patrol?" she asked the cat. "No problem!" he smiled and padded off to find some other warriors to hunt with.

Nightfur looked around, the sun now warming her shivering pelt. She decided to form a border patrol. Nightfur padded over to Lionsong, "Hey, Lionsong, could you go and get some other cats to go on a border patrol with us?" she asked. "Sure!" Lionsong said happily and trotted off towards Heronpaw and Grimfoot. A little while later she came back with the two cats and they set off towards the forest.

Whom I've Known:
Gullfeather [.dead.] [.father.]
Willowleaf [.dead.] [.mother.]
Beekit [.dead.] [.brother.]
Molewhisker [.alive.] [.brother.]
Lionsong [.alive.] [.friend.]
Brackenstripe [.alive.] [.friend.]
Patchpelt [.alive.] [.mentor.]

The Key:
Poison Tears Crash Down

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

Silver pain
and Golden doubt
wait upon the sound

x named
"Leekfur."

x born
"A tom."

x aged
"Thirty moons."

x dubbed
"Deputy."

x divided
"BrightClan."

A whisper on the wind,

Leekfur is a soft, creamy chocolate point Birman cat. His pelt is long and somewhat plumed, hanging down from his body gracefully. For the most part, he is

[fernie. (:]

I just noticed as I was passing through, Storm, you used the same deputy audition on two sites, here and poA. I don't know whether that's allowed... but if it is, just ignore me! xD

[blackfoot]

Yeah, is it wrong? If it is I'll make a new one. In fact, I think I will go ahead and make one just to be on the safe side. xD *runs to work on bio*

[all out JINX ♥]

I was named from the stars-
Dawncall

My spirit has made me as-
She-cat

Starclan brought me to life-
35 moons

I protect the clan with my life-
Deputy

I was born with the ones I love-
Brightclan

The dawn shines it's light on me-
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Dawncall is a gifted she-cat. She has a coal black pelt with some tan patches. Her right front paw has 2 extra toes on it, all of her paws are a creamy white. Her legs are black, tan and white. Her belly is white, her tail is a sandy black color, and her chest is creamy white. Her nose is a dark rose pink and above that is a tan streak. The rest of her head is coal black and creamy white. Her eyes are a dark mud brown, her teeth and claws are a silver/white, and her ears are coal black and normal sized.

The wind blows softly under the rising sun-
Dawncall is a very bright she-cat, she is determined and willing to fight for her clans rights. She is a kind and caring and helps her leader when he is frustrated or needs help. She can remember any information that is told to her and can get rid of it when she wants to (otherwise none as photographic memory). Dawncall has a lot of energy and is very strong. Despite her small size, she is a very strong cat. Others think she is weak and helpless, but when they see her true side they cower in fear. She speaks softly, but when she gets mad her voice is as strong and powerful as she is. She is a good listener and obeys any order that Ghostlystar gives her, she will stop at nothing to keep her clan safe even if it means being killed.

The dawn sky tells a story-
When Dawncall was a kit she was very shy and quiet. She had 2 sisters and 1 brother, Bladekit, Brightkit, and Leafwing. Her 2 sisters died when it turned leaf-bare. She was 5 moons old when she nearly lost her life when a fox attacked the nursery, but Ghostlywind, Wrenstar, and Swanflight chased the beast away. Soon after that Dawncall, and Leafwing became apprentices, Dawncall worked hard and was forced by her brother to not be shy. Her mentor (Hauntstealth) and her father (Thunderwing) were killed during battle when she was 9 moons old. She swore on her grave that she would do anything to protect her remaining family. When Dawncall was made a warrior she broke 2 of her paws and the base of her tail. The medicine cat had told her that she would never be a warrior, but she was determined to prove the clan wrong. Her 2 paws healed slowly and her tail healed in a moon. It was a miracle for Brightclan because at the time they were losing a lot of warriors. She was named deputy after the faithful Wrenstar had died (or had been killed). Her brother became jealous of her and had swore to her that he would be even greater then Starclan.

What the stars are willing to give-
The sun pounded on his back, his body trembled. The black leafs scattered the white ground. Leaf-bare had arrived and wouldn't leave any time soon. The sky was gray over head and the sun didn't shine. The trees were leafless and covered in the glistening with white snow. The world around him seemed lifeless and dull.

Leafwing had worked harder then his sister and she became deputy. Dawncall had called him jealous, but the right word he would use was disagreeing. Leafwing loved to use some-what big words so no one could understand him. Leafwing had swore to his sister that he would be more powerful then Starclan. He meant what he said too because there he was training so hard that he was practically bleeding. Leafwing heard something in the bush behind him "Who's there?! Show your self or be prepared to die!" Leafwing turned around, puffed out his fur and snarled. The bushes moved and a dark figure walked out.

The colors that streak the dawn sky-
Father- Thunderwing- Starclan
Mother- Autumnsring- Brightclan
Brother- Leafwing- Brightclan(making a bio.)
Sister- Bladekit- Starclan
Sister- Brightkit- Starclan

[taintedstone]

<sup>I was dubbed:
Jadewing

I was cursed a:
Tom

Age means nothing to me:
58 moons (4 years, 10 months)

I was born in:
BrightClan (forced against my will. DX)

I was dubbed to be:
Warrior

My flesh is covered with fur:
Jadewing is a brown-gray-red mixture cat, almost like marble. His nose is pure jet black. His whiskers are short and gray.
His eyes are colored hazel, and usually turn green in the winter, and stay hazel in the summer. Jadewing is also a short hair cat with paws that melt into the rest of his body. He is muscular and about 30 Cm (12 inches) tall.
His small paws hold sharp claws that like to rake through everything. His tail is half as long as he is tall, so about 15 Cm (6 inches) long.

On his left flank, he has a scar that was won at a battle. It was extremely deep when he got it, and is still indented slightly. On the bottom of his chin runs another scar. He got it during apprenticeship, fighting with a tangle of sharp rose bushes.

I act in a way, that no cat can find out the real me:
Jadewing is a sophisticated cat with high intelligence. He is wise and kind hearted (on the outside). He loves to stare into the night sky sometimes, and think about how great the StarClan warriors were back on the territories.
Jadewing loves to travel, and usually likes to be the first to get traveling assignments. His worst fear is staying locked up in camp.

Jadewing is shy around she-cats, but does not treat them any differently then toms.

Jadewing usually takes the same path for hunting as well, unless the prey runs out in that spot. His favorite meal is also there, another reason he hunts there.
Fowl and screws are his favorite things of all time to eat. He absolutely hates the taste of rabbit and mice, they're too stringy for his liking.

My past is full of hardships:
Kit
Jadewing was named with the word 'Jade' because of his personality and his eyes. Born in the winter-and two weeks later when he could open his eyes-he had green eyes.
Jadewing's mother died bearing him and his brother and sister. The first night, Jadewing's mother and brother passed away. After three weeks, his sister was killed from wandering out, and getting eaten by a fox. Jadewing was an orphan and alone.
He was adopted by another she-cat, who had lost her kits to still-birth.
The she-cat was kind to him and treated him like one of her own.

Apprentice:
Jadewing was apprenticed by a warrior named "Warriorwarrior". The warrior taught him everything he needed to know.
While hunting once, he was caught in a bush of roses for two days. His mentor finally got him out and he was punished for going into an area where he is not allowed. He got a scar on his chin from that, and his mentor and leader decided to punish him by having to clean the Elders bedding.

Warrior:
Jadewing became a warrior at 13 moons, actually. The deputy at the time had gone to get his nine lives as leader after StarClan showed the medicine cat (at the time) that the leader was dead.
Jadewing was given his name because of green eyes took flight after the winter was gone, and they turned hazel. Jadewing loved his name, and worked hard as a warrior. At 30 moons, he got in a fight for life, and won. His long indented scar on his flank shows that. The cat was vile and was a rouge.
After that, he has worked hard for the Clan and has not gotten into too much trouble.

I broke off into my past story:
Jadewing nodded as he heard the leader call out his name. He was to go out and patrol the territories.
Leaping toward the entrance he smiled. Good. He was getting out of camp for a bit. Finally.

Jadewing came to the first boarder and looked around quietly. Nodding to the warrior next to him, he crept slowly toward a bush. The other warrior went up swiftly into a tree. No wonder he was named after a cheetah. He was so swift. Jadewing closed his eyes, concentrating on his smelling ability.

Minutes passed. Then finally he saw the edgy rouge cross the boarder, and pounce on a mouse.
Ears put back, he hissed angrily and flashed out of the bush, claws showing. He started to growl lowly in authority, "You are trespassing on BrightClan territory. Leave at once or perish."
The rouge rolled her eyes and snorted, "What are you going to do? Kill me? A she-cat against a strong tom?" Her voice tried to lure him into a trap.
Jadewing took a stiff step forward, hazel eyes flashing angrily. He treated she-cats and toms the same.
"I treat she-cats the same as my tom enemies. You will not suffer any less of a tom. You are poorly mistaken if you think that I will go easy on a she-cat."
Jadewing spat at the she cat and arched a paw out, claws bared, toward her delicate nose. Hitting the spot, she yowled in pain and clawed at him.
Her claws reached the side of his face, and fur was torn from his delicate skin. Pain hit him slightly as he jumped toward her.

They tumbled together for a short while before his accompanist came to the rescue. Stopping the battle, he snarled, "Enough!" Making the she-cat step back he snarled, "Get off our territory!"
Jadewing spat again and snarled.

The she-cat hesitated. Two warriors was too much for her. Dashing off she spat at the and yowled, "You haven't seen the last of me!"
Jadewing turned to the other warrior and nodded to him. Smiling he meowed, "Thank you, 'Cheetahcheetah' for your help. I- I don't know what got after me, I shouldn't have attacked. I only warned her once. Maybe we just haven't had enough battles lately."Jadewing sighed as the cat touched Jadewing's should and said, "It's fine. Lets go back now and report what has happened."
Nodding they left back toward the camp.</sup>

[SHADE. :D]

'Tis allowed.

[blackfoot]

Oh well, I alreaduy made a new bio, I'll just use that one. =)

[(aurora) of the problematique]

I have made my decision for deputy and the winner is...

No one

No audition fulfilled the requirements of the Warrior Code and that was what I asked. Some were too long and didn't hold my attention. Others did not bear the qualities I was looking for. One did not finish. I shall hold auditions at another time. I will choose a deputy at that time myself. Thank you and try again later.

EDIT: I'm changing my mind. If you auditionees can revamp your bio into some better quality by Monday, I'll reconsider.

[blackfoot]

I changed mine a little, hope you like it better. >^.^<

[FIREH!!]

Oooh, harsh words, aurrie. xDD

[all out JINX ♥]

Wow thats a first, I've never heard someone say that before!

[blackfoot]

Yeah, kinda made me feel bad. =P Oh well, at least she's saying what she thinks...

[(aurora) of the problematique]

_{I felt it was necessary. If they didn't meet the qualities of the Warrior Code, they would be thrown aside}

[leopardheart]

>< I dont really care.
;D I'd knew I would suck.
- dances a sad dance -

[blackfoot]

Hehe, Leopardheart has the right attitude. *dances sad dance with Leopardheart* =)

[Spice..xx]

_{At least youre being honest Aurrie, not everyone could be so honest .}