BC Deputy Auditions III

[(aurora) of the problematique]

<sub>Allright, let's try this again. Ghostlywind went to Moonshard and spent 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]

My 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 when he does he gets rather irritated. 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 be working on something instead. He hates to sit still, when he was young the queens would say that he 'had ants nipping his paws', for he never could sit still for very long. He is a hard worker and works with almost a fury for 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 to be as close to perfect as possible in everything, 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, indeed 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 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. 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 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 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.

He is a little on the smaller side, though what there is of him is pure muscle. He is light boned, relying more on his quick paws and 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 swirl 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 over almost all of his body. He is also almost blind in one eye, though he can see blurry dark shadows out of it. 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 him.

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 only stayed with them until they were weaned. 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. Once 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. When 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 flattening 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 a clan name, Fiendpaw. His mentor here was kind and just, but also firm. This life was wonderful after rogue life, and he was always 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 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 the plan he had been piecing together, a plan of escape. 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

[kee :]]

Called x Lastfalling

Born x Male

Lived x 46 moons

Resides x BrightClan

Dubbed x Deputy

SEE ME AS IS x
Lastfalling has a different and certainly odd body shape. First of all he has a short and kind of short compact body that is thick with muscle with shoulders broad and strong looking. So even though he is sort of small, his body is compact into a muscled masterpiece. But what’s odd is past the body and down to the legs. They are as thin as sticks, each one of them and it's extremely amazing that he can hold up his thick body with such skinny legs. And they are long too, making him quite fast and still balanced. His paws seem small and dainty yet when battle time comes, they are covered in blood and extremely long dagger sharp claws are extended to take on the opponent. Leading from the back is a medium length but thick neck. On top of that neck is a medium sized round head, which he inherited from his father. Each ear is rounded and acute for listening. And each orb is a dark yellow near the outside but you look closer, the rings that get closer to the pupil turn into a dark amber color then vanishing into the black darkness.

This toms fur isn't kitten fur soft or silky in the sunlight. It's not perfect and a hassle to groom at times but Lastfalling doesn't mind it. He likes having his body covered in thick rough, almost prickly fur. He doesn't find it uncomfortable. It's not very long fur, not even medium length it's just very thick and long looking. Most of his body is covered in a ebony shade of black. A huge blotch that covers most of his back and down his sides is the color of black and around his neck is a ring of frosty white, leading up to his head white is all black except for a white splotch near his black nose. His belly, chest and the lower part of his neck are also the frost white color. Each thin leg and paw is white but his front left paw is a odd light pale gray near the pads. So light, it’s nearly impossible to notice. His tail is almost completely black, except a small white ring near the back of the tail, or near his behind.

WATCH YOUR STEP x
Lastfalling isn't what you would call a normal cat suitable for Deputy. Most Deputies are harsh and strong, as well has having a temper at times. Sure Lastfalling is strict but not in a mean or rude way. He isn't a huge fan of young cats goofing off when mice are passing right under their noses. He makes a wonderful mentor but this trait doesn't cause him to be precisely bossy, he just does not enjoy cats goofing off and usually has a bit of a talk. Lastfalling has a key rule and quote he uses often. "If you respect me, I respect you." Which is sort of like, "Treat others the way you want to be treated" yet he is the one talking to the other cats. He respects all cats, especially those with a higher rank or any rank at all. He also respects queens, elders, and senior warriors. Warriors and apprentices that deserve to be respected, he will respect but he has a strict policy about who he trusts fully enough to respect. He doesn't have any true enemies and hopes never to make one for he hates fighting and gets very sensitive about fighting with words since his father and him often fought. He is often friendly with most cats and is popular among his Clanmates, even though he was born a loner. Lastfalling has always been a brave cat, risking anything to protect his Clan, or in the beginning, his family. He is also honest and not once has he ever told a lie that would make a difference. Here and there a few white lies but they never affected the way others look upon him. Lastfalling rarely gets mad at anyone and is soft and gentle at heart, you just need to find that heart deep inside, even if it takes some digging. But what’s odd about him, is that he is very religious. Born in a monastery, he lived the ways of a monk as a young cat and grew to be like his mother. Oddly, he often gets dreams from StarClan and has a shrine buried somewhere in BrightClan territory...

LIVE MY LIVE x
Born of light--Aurora--and dark--Rowan, he--who was known as Jet at the time--had just turned two years old when his mother, Aurora, and her master, Jonathan, were separated. But before Aurora and her master were separated Rowan, Aurora, and Jet both lived in a small monastery on the side of a snowy mountain. The monastery was near a small village, where the three often roamed. They lived with the monks and did what monks did and what Aurora taught Jet to do. They often received dreams from ancestors as well as prayed often to them.
But when Jonathan died, the three ran and lived in a Twoleg barn for a year, but after Rowan was killed in a dog attack and Aurora took in a kit named Ash, she felt as if Jet was in the wrong place with her, that he deserved a better life. She couldn’t be the best mother to him and decided to give him to the Clans. Jet became a BrightClan warrior named Lastfalling (because of the fact that the medicine cat predicted that a future deputy would enter the Clan when the last autumn leaf fell, and the fact that he was the last and only kit that survived).
When he became a warrior, (after being evaluated by Cinnabarcloud, of course) he was thirty-seven moons old and he never saw his mother again, though he heard mixed stories of her, everything from stealing kits to leading a horde of StarClanners into war against the rogues. At this time, he drilled himself hard in the core curriculum that his mother had taught him--self-discipline; courage; benevolence; respect; honesty; honor; loyalty, filial piety; and wisdom. He was rewarded with an apprentice named Craftpaw, but when the tom became a warrior and given the name Craftcross, he suddenly left without warning. This left forty-one-moon-old Lastfalling with a vacancy in that department, along with a mate.

VIEW MY MASTER x
( this post is a tryout post from another site )
Spring. It was like the pathway to StarClan. So many words to describe the beautiful season. It was lively, birds chirping, crickets making that sound when they rub their feelers together, and of course, kits playing. All kits loved to play in the spring. It was like spring was the playing time of the year. Not too hot, not too cool, unless it rained. To the Twolegs, it was the beginning of April. To the cats in ThunderClan, it was only the beginning of spring. Every little detail of spring made it more and more enjoyable, like the butterflies and blooming flowers, the blue skies and big puffy white clouds. Scorchkit loved every little bit of it. He loved to sit outside of the nursery and gaze at the beautiful landscape that surrounded him.

Everything would have been perfect, if only his two brothers weren’t playing their little games. The young kit had noticed that the one game was when Driftkit was an enemy rogue while Thymekit was Leader of ThunderClan. They would go rolling in the dusty clearing, fighting like they were really in a battle. Once and a while Scorchkit would participate in the game as Deputy but he usually had more fun watching. After a while, his brothers stopped offering and just let him to sit at the entrance, watching, waiting.

He wanted to do something exciting with his life, like go off and build up his own Clan. He would have a trustworthy Deputy and a wise Medicine Cat. He would have many warriors and apprentices, as well as queens and their kits. He would even have his own mate to comfort him when he would be sad. Driftkit and Thymekit could join his Clan if they wanted but he was sure that they wouldn’t want to be in a Clan with their own little brother as Leader. It was just little Scorchkit’s dream. It wouldn’t happen unless he was lucky. Scorchkit never seemed to be lucky.

Sighing, the little bright green-eyed kit’s gaze wandered around camp. His dear mother had been so busy lately with the kits and then being Leader of ThunderClan. She was talking to Hailstorm outside her den. She seemed to look worried, frightened, and also like she was far away from camp. She didn’t seem to be listening to the Deputy. She was daydreaming, off in her own world. Is she thinking about my father? Scorchkit thought. His mother had never mentioned anything about his father. It was like the siblings had no father.

The small white and tabby body shifted uncomfortably when his gaze fell upon a small tree stump that the kits used as a High Rock. Swirlkit, his one and only sister, used it for a corner that she spent her time alone. Every time Scorchkit tried to visit her, she would snap at him. So many times she had hurt his feelings but he wanted to get to know her better than anyone else. He sighed heavily and yawned. He didn’t really feel like going to see her today. She looked especially annoyed. What had happened to her this time? She was oh so sensitive. It could have been one word from her mother’s voice that sent her over the edge. How much Scorchkit wanted to understand her.

This tom wasn’t exactly curious, he just wanted to know things that other cats didn’t know. He wanted to be smart and appreciated by his intelligence. It might of sounded weird but it was true. Poor Scorchkit had always felt unappreciated. He didn’t speak up about it though. He was quiet and kept to himself most of the time. Most of the time. When Scorchkit spoke up it would be to his siblings, telling them what to do. Yes, he could be bossy at times but that was the only time he really spoke up but that didn’t mean he was weak. This small tom is willing to stand up for anyone he cares for, risk his life, and fight for his Clan. This young cat thought speaking was overrated. Body language was enough for Scorchkit. He didn’t need to speak to cats that knew him. They could tell how he was feeling by his expression and how he walked, sat, held his head, and so on.

His face was emotionless as he stared at a cloud that looked a little like Hailstorm. He had a long shaggy pelt but the cloud was more fluffy than shaggy. He had the same body shape though? Anyway, his mine wandered with thoughts. Who’s my father? What’s gotten to my mother’s head? What’s annoying Swirlkit? Will my brothers ever stop making those annoying squeaks and biting each other? So many things that were happening in this young cats life. Why? He was only a kit but he had so much on his mind. So much that he couldn’t sleep at night sometimes. His day depended on his mother, brothers and sister’s day. He cared about every one of them, even if they wondered why he sat there day after day. At least he thought during the day and not when night fell and sleep would consume him.

TO THE END x
Aurora; *Rowan = mother & father (mentors)
Ash = adopted brother
Craftcross = apprentice

* = Deceased

Other x Aurrie and I have consulted this a good few days. I am not just using Aurora's son. ^^

Codewords x Poison Tears Crash Down

[(aurora) of the problematique]

<sub>Well...it's rather obvious that no one else is going to try out so I am going to make my decision. This winner has followed the guidelines of the Warrior Code very well and seems a good fit for BrightClan.

Congratulations, foreverfalling, and her audition tom Lastfalling.

They win the deputy audition for BrightClan. =] Good job, both competitors, it was a long decision. If anyone disputes this choosing or doesn't understand something, please PM me. Storm, I suggest you audition for CloudClan deputy with your bio =]

This thread is now closed.</sub>