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Post by ♥ BEAU on Aug 25, 2013 16:51:39 GMT -5
cliffclan auditioning! I. we are looking for a [deputy]!: So, we have high positions open, and you have the opportunity to make them! Thing is- you gotta audition for these beauties. There's a small list of requirements for each audition to be considered, and keep in mind that there are differences with each clan!
FOR DEPUTY OF CLIFFCLAN, YOU MUST HAVE THE FOLLOWING:
- the youngest your cat can be is 35 moons. in this age, your cat did mentor an apprentice, and it fits with the history of cliffclan and the previous high positions. there is no maximum.
- the name must be a traditional name courtesy of the lists we have provided for you.
- the history must match up with the history of the clans.
WHAT YOU DON'T HAVE TO HAVE:
- make your cat have a great personality that fits with the clan high positions.
- be between 45-55 moons.
THE AUDITION:
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LASTLY- YOUR AUDITION MUST HAVE A ROLEPLAY SAMPLE OF 200+ WORDS.
AUDITIONS WILL CLOSE WHEN THERE ARE ENOUGH PARTICIPANTS FOR THE RANK.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2013 17:22:06 GMT -5
Here we go again, we're out of our medicine
Out of our minds, and we want in yours, let us in
Or I'ma kill you!
Smokestorm
45 Moons · Male · Cliffclan · Deputy ∙ HETERO ∙ full image - Pelt: His pelt is entirely grey, his fur short in length
- Eyes: Yellow with flecks of green
- Build: Large and muscular
- Other: Smokestorm has a slight mental illness, almost comparable to a bi-polar disorder
- Brief Description: Powerful grey tom with yellow eyes
appearance - General: Smokestorm generally projects a mostly silent, slightly crazy, insanely arrogant image. Usually he doesn't speak unless spoken too, or unless he is doling off names for the daily patrols. Most cats are afraid of talking to him, because half of the time they don't know if his responses are to them or the voices in his head, and they wouldn't dare ask him to confirm which. Many don't know why he was chosen to be in the position of power that he is in, except for his uncanny strength and vicious style of fighting. He has leadership skills, yes, but those are hard to see shine through beneath his numerous other issues.
- Things Smokestorm Enjoys
- Secretly watching Ibis-star (he finds it calming)
- Talking down to others
- Giving orders
- Unquestionable obedience
- Sarcasm
- Things Smokestorm Hates
- Talking back
- Questions
- Answers
- Laziness
- Cats who look at him too long
- Cats who question his authority
- Cats who 'hang around' him longer than is acceptable
- Most other cats in general
- Lack of common sense
- Being judged
- Smokestorm's Habits
- Smokestorm has this habit of. . . talking to himself. Sometimes out loud, while around others. And if someone call him out on it, he'll proceed to get angry. Very angry.
- Occasionally, though rather rare, Smokestorm will go missing. Not for long of course, because he will remember he has duties to fulfill as CliffClan's deputy. Usually he ends up at the Vanishing Cliff, milling about aimlessly. . . talking to himself.
- Smokestorm likes to. . . spy. Yes, he's a peeping tom. He does it to satisfy his own dark fantasies.
- Smokestorm's Positive Traits
- Smokestorm's Negative Traits
- Bi-polar
- Edgy
- Temperamental
- Vengeful
- Schemer
- Your Own Section
- Smokestorm is afraid of losing his power as deputy, the voices in his head always seeming to tell him his Clan will one day turn mutinous, which is why he is wary (and becomes angered) when others watch him for an extended amount of time, fearing they are silently judging him. He is also afraid of Ibis-star, but he tells himself he can control this fear by finding out his leader's, secretly watching her whenever he has the chance to do so.
personality - History: No one could tell you exactly when Smokestorm took a turn for the worse. He had been a friendly, genial kit and a thoughtful, helpful apprentice. He never slacked on his duties, and though he might have huffed once or twice when he was tasked with cleaning out the elders den, he never rolled his eyes or complained. He finished the more 'boring' apprentice burdens in a timely fashion and with a practiced ease. When he was named a warrior, he started off his life as 'Smokestorm' as a proud, loyal warrior. Others envied his powerful build and how he would domineer in battle sessions. At one point and time he had a couple different she-cats padding after him; every kit and apprentice looked up to him, and other warriors envied him.
- Eights moons passed from his warrior ceremony, and at 20 moons old Smokestorm's future was looking bright. He was given an apprentice to mentor, Coyotepaw, and he couldn't have been more proud of himself and his accomplishments. Three moons into Coyotepaw's training, and the little tom was looking promising. On the way back from one of their hunting sessions, they were stopped by a patrol. The patrol told not only Smokestorm but also Coyotepaw who happened to also be present, that the bodies of Smokestorm's mother and father had been found at the bottom of the cliff. They had either jumped or fell to their deaths.
- You see, Smokestorm had actually been very close to his parents. He lived for their praises and affection. And, Smokestorm wasn't their only kit. Coyotekit, known as Coyotepaw now, had been their only kit in their second litter, as he had been their only kit in their first litter. And on that day, in that moment, Coyotepaw had turned on Smokestorm, his older brother who he had looked up to and wanted to be just like, who he had begged his parents to beg their leader to allow him to mentor him even though they shared blood, and told him that he wished it was Smokestorm's broken body laying at the bottom of the cliff instead of their parents. And they never talked again.
- As the days turned into nights and the nights turned into moons, Coyotepaw had taken a new mentor. And though Smokestorm had tried to talk to him, to reason with him, to grieve with his brother, Coyotepaw would turn away from him the moment he saw him coming. They went three moons without talking. And then it was Coyotepaw's naming ceremony. Coyotepaw was named Coyoteheart. And Smokestorm cheered his brother's new name loudest of all.
- That night, he tried to talk to Coyoteheart again. And when he saw Smokestorm coming, he didn't turn away from him. Smokestorm wasn't sure if it was because he was finally ready to listen to what he had to say or because he was sitting vigil. Either way, Smokestorm felt a sense of relief wash over him. "Look," he had began, gazing at his paws. But Coyoteheart cut him off with a hiss. "Get away from me, murderer. Sadist." Smokestorm glanced at him, shocked. He opened his mouth to speak, but Coyoteheart gave an angry lash of his tail, breaking away from his solid sitting position to glare at him hatefully. "You killed our parents because you were afraid that they'd love me more. You're sick. You're a sociopath. We aren't kin. We aren't clanmates. You're lower than the dirt beneath my paws. Don't try to talk to me again, I want nothing to do with a psyhco killer like you."
- Smokestorm stared at him for a second longer, Coyoteheart already having looked away from him. He didn't even have time to process his words as he left his brother to slink away to his den. He was broken.
- The next morning, Smokestorm awoke to whispers in the hollow. When he was able to pull himself to his feet and head out into the open, he was met with stares. . . and silence. Smokestorm blinked, trying to ignore the looks as he walked to the fresh kill pile. The whispering started again, and more glances and stares in his direction continued. This behavior from his clanmates lasted for three nights before Smokestorm had had enough. He was sick of the looks, the whispers, the sick feeling he got in his stomach whenever he'd get near another cat and they'd walk away. Feeling brave, he marched up to Coyoteheart, asking him in a lowered voice if he knew what the whispers and stares were about. "Don't you know? Don't you get it? The whole Clan knows now; I told them. You're a cold blooded killer and no one can stand to be around you. They all knew something had had to have always been wrong with you; no cat could be as great as you were without having some sort of dark secret. And now they finally know what it is. Too bad Ibis-star doesn't have the heart to kick you out." Smokestorm was at a loss for words. He didn't know how to respond, couldn't respond, and so he left Coyoteheart, slinking out of camp to be alone so he couldn't hear his clanmates whispered accusations.
- Two moons had passed and despite all the rumors, he had been made deputy. In that time, the whispers had died down, but the stares and unease of his clanmates remained. That night, they started again, with increased force. He would have thought he would have been welcomed, cheered, congratulated, but instead he received jeers, sneers, and loud whispering of how most of the Clan believed that he had killed their last deputy just in the hopes of taking his place. They were all lies, of course, but Smokestorm knew who had started the rumors. And he had had enough.
- That night he had known his bother would be at the cliffs, where he often was because he felt being so close to his parents final resting place would mean he could talk to them and they would hear him and listen. On his way there, Smokestorm started to realize his brother never seemed to be 'all there', and that he couldn't blame him for his actions, not really. He was about to turn around, to go back to camp, when a voice called out to him through the gloom. It was Coyoteheart, but it sounded. . . off. Smokestorm paused, but the voice came again. Flattening his ears, he padded toward his brother. "Congratulations," Coyoteheart slurred, looking at Smokestorm with eyes that couldn't focus but bounced back and forth, back and forth. "That's what you came here for, isn't it? To rub it in my face, to force me to congratulate you?!" Coyoteheart's voice rose and he took a couple of steps backward, a few pebbles shifting under his paws and trickling down the cliff. The echo of their drop was long and haunting.
- "Coyoteheart, no. . ." Smokestorm began, but he couldn't force himself to continue. He didn't want praise, he wanted a confrontation. He wanted Coyoteheart to stop spreading terrible rumors about him. He wanted them to be brothers again, and for his Clan to look up to him once more, like it used to. But Smokestorm hesitated too long. Coyoteheart scoffed.
- "Well, you won't get any compliments from me, murderer. I talked to mother and father, and it's time. They said they can't bare to be without me any longer, but that I had to wait. . . I had to make it look like an accident, like you made their deaths look. . ." Spit flew from Coyoteheart's black lips and fell to glisten on his fur made stark white from the light of the moon. His dancing eyes looked crazed as he finally was able to gain control over them and center them on Smokestorm. "This is your fault, Smokestorm, and everyone will know it." And with that, he took the last step backward over the cliff face, falling into nothingness. Smokestorm heard his body break against the rocks below with a sickening thud. His mind went blank and his body was put on auto-pilot as he mindlessly took a few steps forward to crane his neck over the ledge. Thick, black fluid seeped from his brother's crumbled body, his neck and chest and legs all laying at awkward angles. The black liquid grew and Smokestorm watched, transfixed, until it began trickling down the stones into blackness.
- The next morning, Smokestorm awoke to a renewed force of rushed whispers. He forced his eyes open as he padded out into the clearing, selecting a piece of prey and gulping it down quickly. Coyoteheart's dead. The dried, lackluster meat tasted like dirt in his mouth. Smokestorm did it. He buried the bones and walked over to his normal spot to doll out the dawn patrol. We should kill him, too. One warrior, two warriors. We should kill him like he killed Coyoteheart. Three warriors. Like he killed his parents. Four warriors, and and apprentice. That should be enough. WE SHOULD KILL HIM TOO. Smokestorm whipped his head around, centering a burning glare on an unsuspecting warrior. The cat looked at him like he had bees in his brain. Smokestorm curled back his top lip, showing teeth. The cat quickly glanced away and picked himself up to walk as fast as he could out of the camp. 'Those whispers,' Smokestorm though darkly, 'I'll stop them, if it's the last thing I do.'
- But this time the voices were in his head.
- Family/Relatives
- Father: Basiliskfang (Deceased)
- Mother: Miststream (Deceased)
- Brother: Coyoteheart (Deceased)
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'Hunting patrol, dawn patrol, training with Pawpawpaw. Hunting patrol, dawn patrol, training with Pawpawpaw.' This string of thoughts repeated itself over and over again through Smokestorm's mind as he picked his way through the camp, paws treading lightly across the smooth stone of the cliff face as he made his way to the peak of the cliff. Ibis-star's den was there, and a strain of thought squeezed its way into his head reminding him that she was probably still asleep. No matter. ' Hunting patrol, dawn patrol, training with Pawpawpaw.' He always assembled patrols next to her den, as it was the highest vantage point and therefore easily visible for the warriors to see and hear him call their names. But he didn't remind himself of that fact now; he would get distracted. His body was on autopilot. ' Hunting patrol, dawn patrol, training with Pawpawpaw.'
He made it to the crest and he felt his heart rate increase. A second, tiny voice sounded in his head. ' Just a little bit farther.' He ignored it as he turned away from the ledge and straightened his shoulders, his yellow eyes narrowing as he scanned the waking camp below. ' Just turn around, you're almost there.' He saw Brightnose skitter out from under one of the warrior's make-shift dens. ' Jump.' He paused, one ear twitching in response to the second, more annoying, and now more prominent, voice. Whoever it was needed to shut up. Smokestorm called Brightnose over, signaling with his tail for the young warrior to join him. Seemingly everyone in the Clan new he was an anxious cat, but Smokestorm didn't have the time or the patience to figure out and file away such things. However, when the cat bucked at the sound of his name Smokestorm's eyes darkened, and a secret piece of him saw what the other cats have seen for moons. Today, Brightnose would be on the hunting patrol. . . to feather stones. ' JUMP!' The grey tom's gaze turned a dangerous yellow. Shaking out his pelt, he called over Acaciatail and three more warriors to complete the patrol. Once they were all gathered, a gravelly purr thrummed in his throat. " Good morning," Smokestorm purred to the cluster of cats. " I want you all to go on a hunting patrol this morning, to feather stones." His eyes slid to Brightnose. ' You're right there, five steps backwards and all this can be done with.' The corner of his mouth twitched, but Smokestorm continued, not missing a beat. " The queens have been meowing about a craving for falcon eggs." He rolled his eyes and gave a cringe worthy smirk, trying to appear good humored. And with that, he dismissed them, waving them away with a flick of his tail. He picked himself up, ready to head into the warrior dens to poke around for a few cats to send out on dawn patrols. ' Dawn patrol, training with Pawpawpaw.' The softer, revised voice returned. But a louder, malicious one followed. ' Now's your chance - JUMP!' This time Smokestorm's facade broke, and he whipped his head around, eyes zeroing in on his closest target. Brightnose. Smokestorm's nostrils flared as he was forced into sudden, heavy breathing. The fur along his spine started to bristle, but more movement closer to the warrior dens below caught his eye, and he reminded himself he couldn't have an episode - not here. Taking a second to calm himself, Smokestorm closed his eyes, counting silently to five. ' Dawn patrol, training with Pawpawpaw. Dawn patrol, training with Pawpawpaw.' The mantra was soothing. He opened his eyes. "And Brightnose," he called, almost as an after thought, " if you tell me to jump again, I will personally see to it that you scale the feather stones every day, twice a day, until you are so overcome with trepidation that you want to jump." Smokestorm sauntered over to him on suddenly fluid paws until he was close enough to the tom to see the whites of his eyes. " And when you do, call me. . . I'd love to watch." |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2013 20:27:21 GMT -5
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You can add a maximum of 3 lines. SQUIRRELSTEP 40 moons · male · cliff· WARRIOR/DEP ∙ STRAIT ∙ full image- Pelt: Squirrelstep is a very light ginger in color, having a lot of light cream to light orange-red in a tiger like fashion. His fur is short, a bit rough, but not necessarily malnutrition...more like a lazy effort in grooming himself, it has a very gritty feel to it.
- Eyes: bright amber
- Build: Squirrelstep is a long legged lanky thing, but he isn't without muscle. His muscle structure is that of a lean cat, he is strong and able to jump and climb with ease, but he lacks the bulky muscle and weight of larger- more intimidating cats.
- Other: Squirrelstep is not without scars, but they are not abundant either. He has a notch missing in his ear from a little scuffle with another clan cat and a few minor- hardly noticeable- scars on his legs from his younger more careless years.
- Brief Description: light, faded ginger, amber eyes. Lean and lanky.
appearance - General: Squirrelstep is a very active cat, he does not enjoy being lazy or sitting idle, in fact it is rare that you can find him sitting still. Although that is not necessarily how he got his name, it is a fitting title due to his restlessness as well as his uncanny ability to climb trees and rocks. He is a rather stoic feline devoid of even the smallest of humor, although sarcasm is not a rarity with him. He tends to use a sharp, pointed method of speech that often finds others wondering if he is upset with them- even if he isn’t. Squirrelstep is always watching and listening, he may be moving (in some way) while doing so but he has learned to tune out his own noises and focus on other things. When in gatherings he is often the cat that barely says a word, but is sitting quietly, observing everything he can. He is a bit of a daredevil, often taking the road less traveled- even by his clan-mates, but he does so knowing that he is capable of handling the terrain without incident. Squirrelstep is extremely confident in his abilities as a climber- much like the squirrel he is named after, for this reason he can also be known as a fearless climber or a foolish one. His arrogance knows no bounds as he is often criticizing everyone- including him. He is shockingly impatient and does not like to be kept waiting on anything- even for his prey to get into position.
Squirrelstep would never willingly- or knowingly- put anyone in his clan in danger and thus is very strict with his apprentices- and although he loves teaching, he hates apprentices as well. It is widely known amongst the cliffclan that he has exceedingly high expectations of any of his apprentices, mostly due to the fact that he is a risk taker and he predicts his charge to try and show off- a trait he easily puts to a stop. He is careful with his charges, teaching them the basics and working up- the tom spends more time on teaching them to climb and hunt but then again, he feels they are a key aspect of fighting. Despite his lack of muscular bulk, he is a cat that commands attention and respect and will take no less from anyone but the leader or an elder. Despite this, he is extremely respectful himself, elders and kits are always first in his mind, with his leader right after them, and in his list he is always last.
- Things Squirrelstep Enjoys
- running and climbing
- helping his clan
- intelligence in others and learning
- being respected and being in charge
- Things Squirrelstep Hates
- stupidity and power hungry individuals
- storms...rain in general
- self doubt and others showing off
- disrespectful cats
- reckless individuals.
- Squirrelstep's Habits
- He opens and shuts his mouth when irritated or angry.
- He is constantly moving- twitching his tail, shuffling his paws, flicking his ears etc.
- ShadowHeart's Positive Traits
- He is quiet and observant
- Fearless climber
- He is agile and confident in himself
- He is extremely loyal and respectful, putting others above himself
- Authoritative, but willing to listen to others.
- ShadowHeart's Negative Traits
- Moody and extremely impatient with everything.
- Overly critical of himself and especially of others
- Can be seen as a 'negative nancy'
- is too strict on his apprentices
- is a bit of a risk taker and a horrible swimmer.
personality - History: Squirrelstep has no important history, he is just a cat in Cliffclan that has built a reputation on being a superb climber and an excellent teacher when it comes to getting younger cats to believe in themselves and become decent (at the very least) climbers. His parents are alive; although he does not talk to them much now, except when necessary as they fret and worry and scold him on his reckless endeavors around the cliffs. The only even remotely significant part of his history is the apprentice that was killed under his watch- a reason he is extremely cautious with his apprentices. The apprentice had been bold and although she had known the basics of climbing and showed exceptional talent and promise, she thought she was ready for the harder climbs that even Squirrelstep had difficulty with (at the time). To put it briefly, she had made an error while Squirrelstep was not with her, dislodging a rock she had been landing on, causing both her and the rock to tumble- ultimately crushing her. It was Squirrelstep who found her.
- Family/Relatives
- Father-tigerfur-
- mother- shellflower-
- brother-foxclaw- dead
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[/div][/div] background [/div] [/td][/tr][/tbody][/table] This template was created by Mykolai of SBPlease do not remove credits. [/div] The sun was sinking slowly, the sky, once a bright and enjoyable blue was now a burning red. In the tom’s opinion it was rather beautiful, he enjoyed dusk more than any other time of day, it wasn’t too bright, nor was it too dark. It also tinted the rocks a reddish color that helped him blend in on the sandstone he often travelled on when making patrols by the beach. Having just done his nightly patrol he found himself wandering into camp, a bird in his mouth. It was not large, definitely not from the nests on Feather Stones. No, he had found it on his patrols; it was not a hard kill, more of a mercy killing. The poor thing had no doubt taken a spill and injured its wing. No sense letting it go to waste. As he passed through camp his posture changed, going from a prowling –I don’t want to be talked to- position to that fitting his position as deputy, it was proud and most importantly told everyone that they could approach him- he was in a talking mood now. It was often noted that he did not like to talk on patrols, he liked to listen and since he was returning, he was allowing that part of him to settle, sending the formal, deputy part of him to the front again. He made his way to the den Guavafrost made home, clearing his throat, he dropped the bird. “Guavafrost, may I enter?” After a moment of silence, he picked the bird up and entered slowly. The feline was nestled in the back of the den and he gingerly dropped the bird before her, offering a wane smile before nodding his head and exiting the den. He was not a fan of barging in and had other things to tend to. The other warriors that had gone on patrol were emerging into camp and he immediately moved towards them with a light, but purposeful step. He wanted to know how the patrols went. Once he had got all of their attention and they had wandered over to where he was, he looked at them expectantly. “Was everything fine?” He asked. He expected ‘yes’ from everyone, it was rare that anyone made it near the cliffs and those that backed their other sides had no reason to try and brave the cliffs and cross into their clan territory. When he was given his affirmative answer, he nodded, flicking his tail in a dismissive way before turning and walking off towards Ibisstar. He needed to speak to her about a few changes in terrain. It seemed that the humans had been around, and had made a few trails risky to travel for the clan and with a meeting being held soon, it would be the perfect time to inform everyone. Until then, he would ensure he patrolled the area; he could handle the loose and wobbly stone and the longer jumps. Approaching her was different than seeing anyone else, his proud posture remained but there was a respectful aire about the tom, he knew his place and his reach of authority, in his time as deputy he had not crossed it and he did not intend to do so on that evening for the sake of a few paths. “Ibistar, may I speak with you?” He cocked his head slightly to the side, tail flicking idly behind him, she wouldn’t deny him her ear, if not because he was deputy but for the serious tone he used with her. “While on patrol I noticed a few paths up by the Falls and the tunnels had been trampled on by the humans. The majority of it is safe, but there are areas with loose rock and in some places the path has disappeared, making for a risky jump.” He wondered, briefly if he should elaborate, but thought better of it, he could not do so without telling her he had made another risky move and continued even though the trail was dangerous- although that was how he knew it was dangerous to begin with. The rock itself looked firm and sturdy, until one landed upon it. The stone had even sent him into a bit of a panic- something that never happened. He was always sure of himself. |
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Post by ♥ BEAU on Sept 6, 2013 21:55:54 GMT -5
The 24-hour notice is in effect. Judging for the positions shall be completed on Sunday, September 8th. |
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