Tribe Auditions

[Stella]

TRY OUTS!

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So you want to apply for the deputy rank? How about medicine cat or medicine cat apprentice? Well now is the perfect opportunity to try-out for it! Below are a few rules you will need to know before you audition, so please read them carefully. After you do, you may go ahead and post an audition.


AVAILABLE rocklan RANKS

healer - healer to be - head cave guard - head prey hunter

Rules

• Your character does not need to be accepted yet. You will be expected to make or finish the cat when accepted.
  
  
• In case you do not get the desired position for one clan, you may use the same cat to apply for a position in another clan.
  
  
• There is no set limit on the amount of high positions you may have, however you may not have two of the same rank. (ex. two leaders, three medicine cats, etc.)
  
  
• Follow and complete the provided audition form and post it when finished.
  
  
• Please do not be a poor sport. Everyone has a fair chance of winning, you will not always get the desired position. Try, try again!
  

[b]USER NAME:[/b] your ooc name here
[b]CHARACTER NAME:[/b] character's name here
[b]DESIRED RANK:[/b]
[b]AGE:[/b] character's age here
[b]GENDER:[/b] character's gender here
[b]PERSONALITY:[/b] short summary of character's personality
[b]REASON:[/b] why should your cat receive this role? what make him/her fit for this rank?
[b]RP EXAMPLE:[/b] two-hundred or more words. role-play your cat as the desired rank.

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USER NAME: Outline
CHARACTER NAME: Silhouette of Hidden Owl (Silhouette)
DESIRED RANK: Healer
AGE: 28 moons
GENDER: female
PERSONALITY: For being so young, Silhouette approaches life with a rather wise manner. Always taught to think before she acts, each action has been weighed and the pros & cons considered before putting the plan into action. Her overall approach to life is quite mature beyond her years and can almost be considered odd and just a bit too elder like for her age. To those who doubt her she has always tried to prove wrong, though she doesn't take special care to go out of her way and make sure they know she takes her "job" seriously. The proving grounds just come along naturally, as she doesn't let the thoughts and words of others get to her. Everyone has an opinion, and that she is aware of.

While she can be quite the old soul, there are some quirks that this she has that can't be dismissed. And while they innocently prove her age, they're nothing wrong and out of the way. They simply remind everyone that she's one of them, and will make mistakes...if not still age and blossom into an even more mature cat than she already is. Or perhaps it will loosen up the proper grasp she has on life already.

Yet behind this young cat's strong outer shell, lies something frail and breaking. The pressure pushed onto her at such a young age is giving her something to worry about. With each alone moment the muttering begins to quicken and increase. Allowing nobody close to her, and opening up to none, denying the pressure she really has building...is creating a monster within. Eventually her mask will fail, and when it does...who will be the first to notice? Silhouette is a ticking timebomb, and if she doesn't find another to help her calm her interior, she might just destroy those around her.
REASON: Most look to Silhouette as a young she-cat and can't begin to fathom being under her command. However, those who know her, know that she's proper and wise beyond her younger age portrays. She's very calm and collected, with proper ways and a diplomatic approach to life. Not only this but she's a fun character with a totally opposite side hidden within. She's built for little plots here and there and I'm very much in love with her to keep her active. ON a side note, I've played several leader roles on traditional warrior RPs(without tribes) and a healer or so here and there when I find a site with a tribe on it.
RP EXAMPLE:
She paced carefully. Precisely, exquisitely and beautiful all in one fluid movement. As she reached the end placement of her path her body curved to follow the correct placement of her paws. The she-cat would not, and could not, be mistaken for any other cat. She stood out, by her looks, by her attitude, by her nature. Her skull was held high, her tail tip held slightly above the ground, as to not drag, and swaying to and fro with every drop of her hip. It was days like these that she got restless. Not being allowed to go to battle was something that she found herself almost having a problem with. Still a young cat, she had yet to find a mate, have kits or even dream of settling down with some mangy tom. Though it was in her body to do so. No matter how much she pushed the urge to settle down away, it always stayed there. It lingered just behind the important mental notes she had made.

An audible sigh was pushed into the air. There was no reason for the pacing. She did it simply because she could. Who was to tell her what she could and couldn't do? "Nobody..." The word was muttered to herself, a conversation in which she would always be right. Silhouette pressed herself to stop. Should a tribe-mate enter...they would find her looking quite confused, insane, everything that one should not look with cats under your command. She needed to send guards and hunters out, as well as check on Ripple. The young tom had been injured earlier the day before, and while she had gotten him to rest...it had not been an easy task. Silhouette almost found herself wishing to stay away. Though she couldn't, and for that thought she scolded herself.

Her lids closed simply over her eyes, held tightly down as she shook her head lightly. The day was bound to be a long one...though she knew she could handle it with precision. Her mental capacity was strengthening each day, and her tolerance, was as always, holding. A gust of wind blew into the opening of the cave, bringing with it the smell of rain. Her pink nose twitched, her maw opened a sliver to allow the smell in. It was one of her favorites, and would easily be her crutch of the day. Behind her calm outer face, the political demeanor she held, and the carefree posture...there was a rattling brain that needed somebody to hold onto. For if she didn't find another...insanity would be the first thing she invited into her heart.

[Stella]

Accepted, you are now Teller of the pointed stones.