MarshClan 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 marshclan RANKS

leader - deputy - medicine cat - medicine cat apprentice

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] leader, deputy, mc, or mc app?
[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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[arcanine]

USER NAME: Arcanine
CHARACTER NAME: Finchstar
DESIRED RANK: Leader
AGE: 53
GENDER: Tom
PERSONALITY: Regal | Impatient | Honest | Stubborn | Collected | Biting |

REASON: Finchstar isn't a gentle tom, no, and he's not the most diplomatic. However, he's loyal and smart. He'll do his best to defend his Clan, and willing to use whatever he needs to in order to do so. He tends to try and appear as if he is trying to stay far from interclan issues, but isn't afraid to use them to his advantage, which may swell or wane depending on the situation. He doesn't accept disloyalty and from his warriors, and has no problem passing down judgement, or following the code.

RP EXAMPLE:

" I just can't believe she would do something so-so-so...foolish! Irresponsible! Idiotic! -"

"something so natural?"

" Exact-! What. "

It wasn't a question, and yellow eyes met yellow-green. If he wasn't in the middle of being swept away in a tide of ever growing furry, he might have taken note of the barely controlled anger in the black tom's eyes. As it was, he was all but shaking in his rage. Rage at his sister, her actions, her lack of responsibility, sensibility, and most other things ending in -bility. His fur was all but standing on end, and his claws were digging in and out of the ground under his paws. Adderclaw sat carefully watching him, black fur glinting in the sun. The warrior was giving him that look, that look that was given when one was in such trouble that it would be best to merely bow one's head and agree with whatever came out of the look giver's mouth. It was just a pity that Finchstar didn't see things quite the same way as most when confronted with an angry mate.

" What did you just say?"

His own mouth felt numb, his voice was distant to his own ears, and something like shock and anger raced down his spine. He was agreeing with her?! Her, over his own mate, Finchstrike's sister over Finchstrike himself. He was in such a state of stunned shock that he couldn't even growl out the words. Not that Adderclaw would have been particularly frightened to begin with. He let his gaze wander past the black tom's shoulder, into the brush beyond him, willing himself to not feel the momentary betrayal of such words.

" She's your sister, Finchstrike. She fell in love, it happens all the time. She had kits, that happens too, you're not blind or stupid Love."

The tip of his tail flicked at the patronizing tone that Adderclaw used. The word confused him, it was something that Adderclaw had picked up from Finchstrike's sister, though he wasn't sure when. It only added to his irritation, though. A low growl formed in the back of his throat, and he sat, stiffly.

" Don't use that word. Do you even know what it means? It's not natural, by the way. A good, loyal, cat falls in love with another Clan cat. Not some outsider flea-bag. It's not natural, Adderclaw. "

Yellow-green eyes narrowed in controlled anger, tail flicking almost violently as he stared at his supposed mate. Finchstrike stared back, fur bristled further, ears flattening slightly. He was ready for an angry retort, a hissing response, or perhaps even claws across his ears. Instead, Adderclaw merely stood, fur fluffing against the winter cold. Without saying a word, the tom walked passed him, without the normal touch of a tail on his shoulder, without saying anything, or looking at him. Finchstrike didn't move, not until the sound of the tom's steps were gone. It was going to be this fight again, then. He resisted the urge to sigh, his gut tightening noticeably. He growled softly to himself. No, he wasn't going to do this again. He'd apologize later, after his sister was dealt with.

How stupid did she have to be?! A loner? To disgrace MarshClan like it, it was beyond stupid. He knew she hadn't done it on purpose, she was his sister after all. It was just that, well, he feared what others would say of him. What criticisms would roll his way, what observations would be made of him. He didn't want nor need that scrutiny. What would he say? More importantly, what was he going to do? His sister couldn't escape this unscathed, none of them could. There would many that would forget this situation, but more that would remember it. He was deputy, and unless he died, he would have to live with this.

Stupid she-cat, if only she had trusted him to keep her secret safe!


He wasn't so sure if it was because he felt dishonored by her that it hurt so much, or the lack of trust between them. They had been so close, as kits. The tom stood again, and yellow eyes peered at the sky. StarClan help him, he was lost. Deputy, mated, and brother to what as a traitor. What was he to do? Was he even fit-? He stopped. Of course he was, he was chosen as deputy for a reason, if StarClan hadn't supported it, he could not have been where he was now. That didn't stop him from pacing. How was he to handle this? His lip curled, tail lashing yet again. Position, or family, was never a fun choice.

The fun choice. That was Adderclaw's influence, of course. He had never considered the 'fun' choice without the black tom near-by. What they were to each other. They had never really defined it, never really told anyone. Snowtail knew, of course. She had encouraged it even, something that always had frustrated and thrilled him to no end. He loved Adderclaw, yes, but the male could be as frustrating as a fox when he put his mind to it. The black tom was not a push-over, and refused to simply bow to him.

Professionally, it was infuriating. Relationship wise, it was infuriating as well. Claws sunk into the ground, jaw clenching as his thoughts chased themselves into dizzy circles. His head ached, he was cold, and the sun was almost to the horizon in sky. Clouds were moving in again, potential snow tonight it appeared. A rustling caught his attention, and the ginger deputy whirled, ears half flattening with the motion.

" Show yourself, you're as subtle as a SunClanner."

A young warrior, Robinflight stepped into sight, nervous, obvious of his tail's flicking, and darting eyes.

" Finchstrike, you're needed back in camp. He wants all final comments from senior warriors, and of course his deputy."

Finchstrike's eyes widened before narrowing. He stalked past the young warrior, tail flicking him sharply once on the ear in irritation.

" What?! Why didn't you run, you ball of lazy fur? Do you not have an idea what 'important' or 'urgent' means?!"

The young tom flinched, following on the heels of the deputy. Finchstrike paid him no mind. He knew what he had to do, for better or worse. He hoped it was for better, but the way his heart settled unevenly, he doubted it would end that way.

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[Stella]

Welcome as a new leader

[lightningtreak]

USER NAME: Lightningstreak
CHARACTER NAME: Snowpelt
DESIRED RANK: Medicine Cat
AGE: 5 years
GENDER: She-cat
PERSONALITY: Honest, caring, wise, stern, reasonable
REASON: Snowpelt is a gentle she-cat. She makes sure everyone gets the right herbs they need weather they need it or not. She does everything to calm down her leader and the rest of her clan. She's very smart and follows the rules respectfully even though she isn't a pure clan cat. She had seen death and illness in her life and she doesn't want any of her new family to die the same way her parents did. She checks up on every single cat, making sure they aren't hiding a wound showing sickness.
RP EXAMPLE: The dark forest lay still as soft paws walked on the needle covered ground. Pale grey and white ears twitched as she keeps her guard up. The pale moon shining over the land, casting its ghostly glow on the darken figure in the woods. Stopping, the figure of a cat started to sniff a small plant. "This is just what I needed. I'm surprise to see yarrow growing in this particular spot." The she-cat said as she started to grab some of the leaves. Her name is Snowpelt because of her white and pale grey fur. She was the Medicine Cat of Marshclan and was proud of it. However, she wasn't a pure clan cat. She joined the clan after loosing her parents tragically. Whenever she goes out to gather herbs, she thinks of her poor parents. Letting her mind come back to reality, she picked up the leaves of the plant and started to head back to the camp. She enjoys walking on the smooth pine needles scattered on the ground for they sooth her paws. Upon entering the camp, she smiled to herself as she watched some of the warriors switching posts to guarding the entrance while the others get some rest. Walking silently in the moon's glow, she entered her small den on the other side of camp, the one that smells nothing but herbs. sitting down, she gently puts the yarrow leaves in a little corner where her other herbs are perfectly organized. Yawning and stretching, she looked over her herbs one last time and nodded to herself. "I have plenty of herbs for now. In a few days, I'll go look for some more herbs, it'll be plenty of time for new leaves to grow back for I can have enough to store of leaf-bare." She said to herself quietly as she curled up in her moss bedding, letting sleep take over her tired body.

[Stella]

Accepted.

[dreamy]

USER NAME: Dream (mc. dreamy)

CHARACTER NAME: Darkwind
DESIRED RANK: Deputy
AGE: 42 moons
GENDER: Tom
PERSONALITY: quiet | patient | over-protective | witty | holds a grudge | calculating

REASON:

Darkwind can be best described as a force of balance. Organised and calm, he does his best to hit the balance for every cat, making sure he keeps the clan moving. Loyal to every member of the clan, he knows his place and tries his best to work patrols and duties around fairly, along with support the decisions Finchstar makes for the clan as a whole. But given that, he's also not afraid to challenge a choice he doesn't agree with, seeking out to be a second voice of reason to both the leader and the clan.

RP EXAMPLE:

(From another site, adapted for the deputy rank)

If there was one thing he was well aware of, it was just how untamed his mind was. Ideas tied together, flowing from one to the next between back two steps to another. His head never stopped it just kept going, whirling, trying to replace one idea with a better one. The rethinking and changing almost had his mind switched about taking Rainpaw hunting first. But, the apprentice’s appearance halted that thought where it was. No, that was one decision he was not changing. It was for the distraction, which hunting and focus was good for. With the new layers of the decision made, the tom gave a determined nod to himself, straightening ever so slightly as he turned his gaze on Rainpaw.

“Where are we going, Darkwind?” Good, she seemed excited or at least keen for the whole session. His lip twitched slightly, amusement in his bright amber eyes. That always made things easier, having a difficult apprentice was not something he wanted or needed. Not with everything else going on. Flicking his tail, the tom climbed to his paws, debating the question she’d posed. For once, the location was something he was unsure of. “I believe we’ll try the burnt sycamore,” he meowed thoughtfully, voice deep, yet holding a calm, maybe even smooth quality. With a shrug of his shoulders, the tom flicked his tail.

“For now, we’ll start with hunting. While the borders are of importance, the inside of our territory and how to live within it, is just as much so.” Well it was ShadowClan did not have the most welcoming or nicest territory, not to an outsider. The ground was damp, soggy even. The shadows seemed almost permanent, large puddles and tuffs of grass making the surface look safe, but truly unpredictable, just like the clan themselves. Thinking of it like that only made the deputy’s nose wrinkle ever so slightly. If the territory reflected the clan, then he really was more of a ShadowClan cat than he’d let himself believe before.

Letting out the smallest breath, the tom slowly moved into the entrance without saying another word. There was no need after all. Despite the fact he didn’t know the she-cat perfectly, he was sure she could gather to follow without question. It was a skill all warriors needed. He may not stand as the highest point of authority in the clan, but he sought loyalty from those he was going to call clanmates and fight beside. In silence, he led the way away from the camp, his movements smooth, precise, head ducked down slightly with his tail mimicking the action. After a few long moments though, he spoke, not looking back.

“Understand Rainpaw, I will tell you what I see as necessary for you to know, but most of these lessons, I will request you to try and solve a problem yourself, before such information is given.” Flicking his tail, the tom glanced back over his shoulder. “Yet, you are always welcome to ask questions, I encourage it. Training is just as much about learning the fighting and hunting skills themselves, as it is learning to think critically about a situation and generate ideas.” Darkwind flicked an ear, regarding the eager apprentice on his heels for a moment.

Many things came out apprentice training beside the essentials. Originally, he wouldn't have thought so himself. But as time went on, he saw the skills he'd developed come in use. From the ability to listen to others and take in the knowledge they offered, to seeing the flaws in his own techniques. The training gave everyone the skills they would need to be a productive member of the clan, and it was something the deputy was determined to pass onto the she-cat following him. She had potential after all, and he intended to make sure that Rainpaw was well aware of such and how to use it to become the best warrior she could be.

Carefully avoiding a particularly deep pool of water, the tom weaved his way through the grasses, the ground growing solid under his paws. He knew the paths of the marshes well enough to tell that the burnt sycamore was approaching. Not his intended place originally, but it would give them solid grow to at least get hunting techniques developed. Shouldering his way through, thick tabby fur puffing up slightly against the chill of the breeze, the deputy slowed, moving a few mouse-lengths further, before turning around to face Rainpaw properly. "So, are you ready to begin?" He questioned, amber eyes calm, watching with patient warmth.

[Stella]

Accepted!

AUDITIONS CLOSED!

[Stella]

LEADER & DEPUTY REOPENED.

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USER NAME: aira

CHARACTER NAME: Thrushstar
DESIRED RANK: Leader
AGE: Seventy-eight moons
GENDER: Tom

PERSONALITY:

Placid - Fair minded - Selfless - Heroic - Reckless - Driven

Thurshstar is unlike the average MarshClan leader. Many of the past MarshClan leaders have been secretive, unfair and dark. Thrushstar is nothing like that. Even toward the other Clans. He likes to be fair with the members of his clan. He does accept half-clan and outsiders into his Clan but he is selective in doing so. He will banish the father of kits if they are not in MarshClan and he feels that their loyalty is simply to their family and not MarshClan. He doesn't like others who have loyalty issues. He's a rather happy tom, usually smiling and purring. He doesn't get mad often but usually it is at the other Clans. Thrushstar is pretty selfless. He takes more time out of his busy leadership position do help others than any leader should. He would gladly help another clan in need if they really needed his help. I guess you could say he is a heroic type. He has previously saved a couple of apprentices in sinking sand once. And he has saved a loner before as well. He places himself in situations that require a hero, risking his life in the process. He can be pretty reckless from time to time. He doesn't think about his nine lives and has lost a few from being reckless. He is also very driven and likes things to get down in a timely matter. He won't get mad at his clan for not doing so but he will get frustrated. Thrushstar can be a little full of himself from time to time and becomes arrogant too. He's too proud of who he is and the image he is trying to project.

REASON:

Thrushstar pushes to give MarshClan a different name. He wants others to see MarshClan as a clan willing to help others in need. He hates the image MarshClan has developed as a dark secretive Clan. And besides, every clan needs a hero. Thrushstar is willing to be that hero.

RP EXAMPLE:

Dawn broke through the darkness of night. The sun could not be seen yet but with even minute the sky grew lighter and lighter. The air was cool as leaf-fall was all around. A cool breeze blew through the forest, scattering leaves all around. Rain had fallen during the night causing the ground to be soggy and most of MarshClan was a mud hole. This was usual for them though and it didn't phase them one bit.

Thrushstar emerged from his den, stretching out his muscular body. He was covered in mats and dried mud from last nights border patrol. He was by far the least clean cat in the clan. He simply didn't care about looks and would rather focus on his Clan's needs than his own appearances. He shook himself off and padded over to the prey pile. It was slowly growing smaller as they slowly started getting closer to leaf-bare.

With a snort the leader padded quickly out of the camp and started hunting himself. He trusted his clan to bring in as much prey as possible. But if he joined them they could at least feed a few extra mouths. Within the first few moments Thrushstar caught a toad. It was a rather large on too. Burying it, he continued on further into the territory. He didn't let his mind wonder much as that would have caused him to stop hunting. A bird pecked the ground a couple fox tail lengths away from him. With a few swift movements Thrushstar managed to catch the bird. Two prey in a few moments.. He was sure he wasn't going to have much luck with anything else. Gathering up his catch he made his way back to camp. It was time he held a meeting. Most of his clan was awake by now, it was perfect timing.

Thrushstar made his way to his post, "May all cats old enough gather around for a clan meeting." He of course didn't use the proper words but Thurshstar didn't care too much about that. He watched his clan gather around. "It is leaf-fall now and prey is slowly disappearing as it does every year. We must hunt in small hunting parties and scatter ourselves more too." He watched his clan's reaction, hoping to not get any protests to his idea. "We have to take less prey ourselves. But the elders and queens always get fed first and get as much as they need and as much as we can afford. Sharing prey is a wonderful thing. Please just keep in mind that leaf-bare in coming." He nodded at his clan, signaling that he was done. "Anyone have any other ideas, let my deputy or I know." He jumped down from his post, waiting for someone to talk to him.

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DONE!

[Nightynight]

USER NAME: Nighty
CHARACTER NAME: Nightstar
DESIRED RANK: Leader
AGE: 49 moons
GENDER: Tom
PERSONALITY:

Nightstar is a complicated tom. On the outside he is cold and indifferent often ignoring those who are not close to him completely. He has a strong hatred burning deep within him for other clan cats and any cat who dares speak up against him. With a dark heart and strong fear of death he can be very dangerous when threatened. He enjoys targeting weak cats, whom he despises, and stalk them with cruel intent. Usually it comes to nothing, as he will turn away without causing any harm but if said victim is not of Marshclan decent then blood tends to be shed. A master of stalking the shadows Nightstar is an excellent ambush predator. He is very strong but having a fragile body makes fighting all out risky so he avoids it. He likes to surprise his victims and shred them mercilessly. Aiming to maim and or kill them he has no compassion for others lives. With a dark and sinister past and a questionable rise to leadership Nightstar gained his position through blood and cunning. Is this a premonition of the way his rule will proceed?

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REASON: Do not the descendants of Shadowclan deserve a dark leader once more?

RP EXAMPLE:{Example from another site}

With every moment past a menacing figure became more and more restless. Pacing the clearing for hours before forcing himself to sleep, to prepare. As the sun lay dying in the west he reemerged into the land of the living. A shadow detaching itself from the earth he rose, he rose with the dark, his pelt of ebony glowing crimson as he called his clan to him. His orders were brief, his plan was simple. They would invade, they would shred the traitors, and they would take back what was so unjustly stolen. He perched above the clan and sneered viciously as they took up a battle cry. Starting of course with his closest companion Spiderbite. Too long had they waited for vengeance, too long had he idled, no longer. This night would bring the screams of their enemies, spilled blood and their justice. The sun quickly retreated behind the horizon, it's gentle light escaping from the horrors to come. It would not bear witness to this battle, no not even the moon would have the courage to watch, if his assumptions of the cloud formations were correct. As the first sparkling dots of stars came into view the nightmarish tom tipped his head to study them, he was doing the right thing for once, heh, he never thought that would be possible. With one last call to his warriors he leapt to the ground and stalked into the night.

Fog graced their passage, masking any minuscule noises they made. The forces of Shadowclan hadn't marched in force in a long time but an outsider wouldn't be able to tell. They fanned out and moved with such eerie silence that only their silhouettes gave away their position, even those vanished so quickly it was hard to tell if mistress night was merely playing tricks. Upon reaching the edge of Shadowclan territory he let his force mass. Watching them gave the malicious tom sick satisfaction. He nodded to his deputy , who had been stuck to his flank like a burr, to wait. Stepping forward to come muzzle to muzzle with the silver furred she-cat he was leaving in charge of half his clan. He smirked as she tried vainly to be as impressive as he was and glared her back into her place. He trusted that silver spector with his life just as far as he could toss her, but she would lead a party in quest for vengeance and she would do it as well as expected for a she-cat. Rounding on his deputy he watched the massive shouldered tom gather the chosen cats and then they set off. No words were wasted, none were needed, His cats knew what to do and they needed no flimsy encouragement or disgusting warm words. Shadowclan was strong in their silence, it bound them together better than any pretty speech.

Nightstar led the group of his personally picked phantoms deep into Thunderclan territory. The two former rouges fit in well in his clan and he had chosen them to accompany him in his group. Spiderbite, of course, Tallpine, Raindapple, and Falconflight were specially picked for a break into the Thunderclan camp. They were an impressive bunch, in his eyes at least. His sharply angled head turned from time to time to glance at his companions but didn't linger long on any particular cat, this was business. He was many things but easily distracted was not one of them. When Spiderbite nearly walked his bulk into a bramble patch Nightstar quickly shoved him onto the soft leaves. He guided the heavier pawed tom through the forest until..they arrived. Skirting the camp the group settled into the dark bushed. Nightstar standing to look for the rest of his clanmates. His eyes met a pair of deceivingly beautiful blue violet ones and it began. Rainsong flew from cover, an impressive launch into the sentry. As he watched a mixture of Riverclan and Shadowclan stormed the entrance.

Nightstar knew he should wait for Lionstar to meet up with his group, but that wasn't the plan. Whoever got there first was to break a hole. Ducking back Nightstar crouched. His skeletal tail lashing as he felt Spiderbite do the same. He gave a low, gutteral snarl and rocketed from the darkness. As he burst from cover he yowled to those of his clan who were fighting. "Show them no mercy!" His thin frame wasn't much use as brute strength so he leaped and danced. Weaving his way through the throng of screeching cats with Spiderbite acting as a battering ram at his side. They entered the camp relatively easily. Dual colored eyes flamed with hatred, bloodlust and utter rage as the ghoulish tom tipped his head towards the sky. His maw split, fangs gleaming as a uneatheral yowl ripped from his throat, as if escaping his very soul. If Thunderclan was still sleeping before it wasn't now. Spiderbite's roar sounded as the massive tom began to wade into the fray. Nightstar right behind him as he searched for the nursery.

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