ShadowClan Auditions

[Stoney]

SHADOWCLAN AUDITIONS
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For ShadowClan we have DEPUTY, MEDICINE CAT,

[/B] and MC APPRENTICE[/B] open. Make sure to follow the application, and on a side note, deputy will not be accepted if younger than 35 moons. Medicine cat and apprentice may be of any age. You do not have to create a bio in order to audition and you may audition for as many positions as you like. This will end on June 6th.

Keep in mind that the medicine cat of ShadowClan plays an important role in the plot because he/she is the one that finds out who really killed the past SC deputy and has a dream about the TC cat that will fulfill the next prophecy.

Also remember that Cedarstar has been the leader of SC up until this exact point in the plot. That means he was leader during the flood and Jaggedtooth was only deputy.

Application:

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Position:
Thoughts on the living situation:
Personality:
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[Jinx]

Name: Tawnywhisker

Age: 42 moons

Gender: She-cat

Position: Deputy

Thoughts on living situation: Tawnywhisker hates the other Clans so naturally she would have hated it when Cedarstar let ThundeClan move in. She believes that they should have been left to fend for themselves, but a leader's decision can not be defied.

Personality: Tawnywhisker is usually a sociable cat to hang out with. She has a sunny outlook, but she wouldn't mind if some cats were gone for good. Tawnywhisker is usually described as a loyal, and understanding type of cat. She has many conflicts with WindClan, for they killed her mother, Russet-tail in a battle. Though, she despise the other Clan, she doesn't despise them openly is maintains her clam by remembering the full-moon truce when during a gathering. Unfortunately, Tawnywhisker is not as kind when it comes to rouges, loners and kittypets. Unless, they were kits, she would send them running with their tails between their paws if they didn't have a reason to trespass and she would do the same to other Clan cats. If the code on killing was never made, Tawnywhisker would not flinch at killing to defend ShadowClan's precious borders. Tawnywhisker would do anything to help her Clan, and is a hard-worker.

RP Sample: the orange deputy marveled at the site of the bulky warrior. she was about to hiss at the tom to leave her alone alone until she heard him. "Relax kiddo, snappin' at your clanmates ain't gonna get you anywhere," tawnywhisker let out a faint growl and let her tail waved wildly. wipe that smile off your face! tawnywhisker thought with spite. smiles were not high on her wanted list, it as rather low on her list. she sighed as she acknowledged moosebelly's words."i wasn't prepared for some... company, it's just that i was so used to having switchstar around until now we have bearstar" tawnywhisker mewed as she hung her head low, her ears dropping. why did she have to be so snappy now of all times. shadowclan was at the verge of a war with riverclan and windclan and worse switchstar died and shadowclan was still trying to get on with their new leader, bearclaw, no bearstar now. then she saw moosebelly's nod as he looked down on her. "I was wonderin' if you wanted to join me in a hunt, seein' as you're up and all. It'd be a nice surprise for the clan to wake up with food "Why not! The Clan needs food, we'll give them food... one way or the other... ," tawnywhisker mewed as she raised a paw. looking up at moosebelly for a reply, the orange began to wash herself quickly. tawnywhisker let her foot take her as far as the edge of shadowclan camp. moosebelly had better hurry tawnywhisker thought as she halted at the barrier. "well, are we hunting or just standing there? tawnywhisker asked, impatinance was highly hinted in her tone. the deputy's whisker twitched and her tail waved to the rhythm of the blowing wind. tawnywhisker was known to be aware at the slightest sound, even the wind blowing over shadowclan. let the hunt begin! tawnywhisker thought.

(One of my old posts with tawnywhisker as shadowclan deputy as well)

[Jeopardy]

Name: Birchshadow | picture
Age: Forty-six Moons
Gender: Tom
Position: Medicine Cat
Thoughts on the living situation:

When it comes to the politics of the Clans, there is a reason why Birchshadow decided to pursue the life of a medicine cat over that of a warrior or other high ranking officials - he just doesn't care. When it concerns ThunderClan, he could care less what happens with them. They live with ShadowClan, great! More felines for him to avoid talking with. They are thrown out far beyond the boundaries of ShadowClan? Well, there's that. He doesn't really like all the fighting an malicious talk from both sides of the line and he wishes that one way or another they would just come to a decision and live by it.

Personality:

----- introvert

For a tom that was born and raised within the Clan, he is not a people-person. He likes time to himself and he is solitary in nature. He doesn't like to talk unless he is directly asked to in a way that leaves no other alternative. The only felines that he would ever willing to have a conversation with would be those that have earned the privilege of being his friend, even just slightly, though there aren't, many felines he would like to be friends with. First impressions mean the world to him and if you don't come off in the right light from the start, it'll take a while for you to make things right. However, no matter how much he lives in his solitary existence, he would never want to leave his Clan or be completely without felines around him at times - he just doesn't want them around a majority of the time.

----- easily intimidated

One reason he tries to stay away from other felines: he's afraid of being manipulated by them. He fears felines that could and would intimidate him and use his fear against him: one reason he would rather avoid the leaders or deputies of any Clan unless he absolutely could not. It doesn't take much more than a hard glare that says, I believe you're beneath me for him to believe such. He often avoids eye contact because of this and it's another reason he tries to avoid talking with others - he doesn't want to give others the opportunity to get the better of him. He figures one of the many things that makes being medicine cat the perfect position for him in the Clan is that there are very few cats who can tell him what to do: even the leader, in theory, should have little authority over him as the leader does with everyone else. StarCclan is his one, true superior.

----- curious

His best quality is his overly acute sense of curiosity. When he's not avoiding felines - or even when he is - all he can think about is why things are how hey are and why they are that way. He loves learning knew things and he enjoys seeing the perspective of different felines from all walks of life. When it comes to plants, he is more than curious how to work them together and how they might work in different aspects than they have been tried before. New scents, sights, feelings, sounds, and tastes all intrigue him in a way that fighting and conflict never could. When it comes to the conflicts between the Clans, he just doesn't understand why they are all so concerned: in the end when they die if they deserve it, they all leave their earth-bound Clans and join StarClan together. They go from four different clans to the same, so he doesn't understand why they fight so much...but he's interested in learning - that's the only way you may be able to talk to him easily: peak his curiosity.

----- oblivious

Because he doesn't talk to other felines often, he isn't all that skilled in reading the signs when many different contact aspects are concerned. If someone is trying to say something indirectly, it might take moons for him to understand that way. Things need to be spelled out directly for him to get any understanding of what's going on. He may learn to pick things up the more he interacts with others, but don't be surprised if he jumps to the wrong conclusions: he's just about he most clueless tom you'll ever see in your life. He may be smart in all other aspects of life, but a people-feline he just isn't, and neither is he really made out to be one. He can pick out when felines need hep physically, but when it comes to mental help...well, you'd better just tell him when you need the extra lift.

----- loyal

His undying loyalty mainly extends to his love and admiration for StarClan. He would do anything he could to please his ancestors and he would never want to do anything to cross them. He trusts them more than he trusts anyone in the world of he living and would never dare say no to anything that came to him from them. When it concerns loyalty to his Clan, that's a little sketchy. He would never do anything to harm them, but he ids not entirely going to back them if the leader decides to do something stupid and pointless...not that he would ever say anything to the leader about that.... Honestly, he would help out any cat from any Clan, even those from ThunderClan, if they needed the help. We are all destined to be from one Clan, is what he tells everyone and that's a motto he lives by. We may be enemies today, but we'll be Clan-mates one day.

RP Sample:

His paws padded softly against the soft ground, wet from the rain that had fallen to the ground earlier in the day and hadn't dried with the death of the sun and the birth of the moon. The brown, slim tom slowed in his steps, his bright yellow eyes gazing up at the sky above his head. Stars swarmed the black night and the moons glowed with a roundness that suggested that a Gathering would be coming up soon within a day or two. As medicine cat he was practically required to go, but he sometimes wondered whether it was really worth it these days or not - what with ThunderClan prepared to rip the throats out of any ShadowClan cat they saw.

At the thought, the tom's eyes lowered to his paws, let out a sigh and continued forward at a faster pace. All this grief, worry, and pain...how worthless it all seemed in the long run. He sometimes wondered what happened to the felines that were killed during this period when they went to StarClan - they did forgive one another and live in harmony, shaking their spiritual heads in sorrow that the thought that their fellow Clan-mates were continuing a fight they no longer believed in, or was StarClan split at the seams as they fought along with those that believed in their truth? He always believed that StarClan wad one Clan, otherwise wouldn't there be separate spiritual Clans for each of the living ones?

"The Clans come together, from four they become one. But do they truly live as one?" From all the times the tom had ever been visited by the ancestor clan, he had never seen any signs that they fought from within their ranks other than the classic debates among peers. But with no bodies, how could they fight with claws/ How could they bleed? How could they die? They might debate but they knew how to work things out without conflict and for Birchshadow, he wished that if they could share anything with the felines of the living, iy would be how to work out their differences peacefully. It seemed so superficial to him...so mundane...so unneeded. one side might win a battle today, but tomorrow they may loose the next.

It would never end.

But...it needed to.

Birchshadow sighed, sitting down and wrapping his tail around his body, his eyes looking up at the stars once more, looking for any sign of guidance he may get from his ancestors. To fight, bleed, die, and mourn those fallen at the claws of their enemies: that was the way they lived these days and it just...tore him up. Waters swept the homes away from ThunderClan and RiverClan which was something he knew their ancestors could not stop from happening and did the other Clans help them? One with welcome that turned to bitterness and the other with reluctant, malicious welcome turned to fueled and never ending hate. What was the point of any of it? What did anyone expect to come from any of this?

"Why can't we get past it?" he asked the stars, shaking his head and looking down at his paws, forlorn.

When the stars stayed as silent as they usually were, he smiled and mewed, "You aren't gong to make this easy, are you?" Nothing in this world ever was easy. Birth and death both came with costs and pain - neither truly being labeled as easy...so why should he stuff in between be easy? Getting to all four paws once again, the tom padded forward, his mind still on those wandering thoughts as he let his thoughts take him away from this world and into a world where it was only him, his pondering, and no-one to distract him and bring him into the world of conflict.

[winnie]

Name: ashenfur

Age: forty-two moons

Gender: male

Position: deputy

Thoughts on the living situation:

despite his obvious discomfort and general dislike for any other clan, ashenfur has reluctantly accepted the fact that thunderclan now resides in his territory. he despises that he has to share shadowclan territory with those tree-hugger thunderclanners, but he is aware of the dangerous situation they were put in, and that shadowclan was pressured into letting them stay within their land. however, he is blunt in his wariness and keeps the line between the two clans very clear. he usually ignores them, unless they are causing any slight trouble for his clanmates. he's definitely not friendly towards the living situation.

Personality:

a bit rough on the edges, ashenfur is a complicated individual. he is driven by his fierce passion in loyalty, love, and protectiveness. his loyalty to shadowclan can be traced back to his family heritage. being born a pureblood shadowclan cat overflows him with clan pride, more so than the average warrior. the devotion he offers to his clan is overwhelming and tends to surprise some. he’s the one volunteering for an extra border patrol when he’s already done his fair share that day, and he is usually the last of the warriors to retire to his nest at night. he is willing to do anything extra to better serve his clan, even to the point of exhaustion. while he’s running around hunting, border patrolling, patching up a hole in a barrier, he doesn’t realize that no matter how strong he might be, he is just one cat and he has limitations. his loyalty is worthy of honor, but at times it can take a toll on him.

upon first meeting him, ashenfur is quiet and distant. It’s because he is taking time to assess you, figure out what makes you tick, and deciding if you’re worthy of trust or not. it takes a lot to earn his respect and he rarely hands it out. however, if you’re not completely irritating to him, he won’t be so judgmental to you and the harsh stare-downs will decrease. he can be very harsh when needed, but he is open to opinions from his clanmates. he is bold and not afraid to say what comes to his mind. say a couple wrong things and be prepared for several harsh words.

he is not very trusting of other cats, especially to ones outside his clans. he is very skeptical of the other clans, always wondering what they’re up to, and this makes him to be antisocial at gatherings. he’ll utter a few words to some other clan cats, then slink back into a group of shadowclanners. he is generally comfortable and relaxed amongst his clanmates, but surround him by other Clan cats and he will be guarded and hostile. ashenfur is an intelligent tom and is always eager to learn more. battle strategies, hunting techniques, anything that will improve his skills and make him a better warrior. he is a firm believer in that the kits and elders are the most important assets of a clan. when a kit can teach you patience and kindness, an elder is full of available wisdom and advice. this is why ashenfur makes it a part of his life to visit the elder’s den or the nursery every once in a while, to keep up his intelligence and just for the sheer pleasure of it. it might not look it, but ashenfur is a big family man and looks forward for the day he finds a she-cat that’ll stand him long enough to become his mates and have his kits.

when it comes to his family, ashenfur possess a fierce love for them. he would die a thousand times for them, even if they’ve done him wrong. he is generally not a forgiving cat, do him wrong and you’ll never hear the end of it, but when it comes to his family, all his rules are lost. he is warm and kind and weak. he would do anything for them, and this is where his strong protective side comes to play. he is protective over his beloved clan and despises when other clan cats automatically stereotype shadowclan. he might be overwhelming at times, but he is a strong warrior and true at heart.

RP Sample:

as the unmistakeable scent of thunderclan wafted into his nose, the large tom had to turn his head to the side to avoid gagging. those wretched softies residing in his territory was enough to drive ashenfur insane. he was on high guard, watching their every move. he felt uncomfortable and more or less violated with thunderclanners stomping around on shadowclan territory. it just wasn't right. he understood their predicament. a huge wave crashing through their camp, destroying their territory, it was all understandable. nonetheless, ashenfur wasn't very keen on the idea.

as he stood outside the camp entrance, facing the direction of thunderclan's temporary home, the sound of a nearby scuffling alerted his attention. his fleeting yellow gaze searched the pines, coming to rest on a small mouse, ruffling through the leaves of a berry bush. a small smile grew on the tom's face, his fluffy body lowering to the ground. his ears flattened against his skull as the tom crept forward, keeping his belly low to the ground and approaching the mouse from behind. he pounced forward, hooking a claw around the creature's neck and ending his short life.

the tom straightened with pride. he wasn't exactly the most superb hunter of shadowclan, but this catch could at least feed an elder or two. ashenfur picked it up and started on his way back towards camp. as he trotted, his fluffy black and white fur billowed in the slight breeze, and ashenfur inhaled the familiar scent of the marshes and pine trees. he felt blissful amongst the territory, his sense of pride for his clan overwhelming. something those soft-hearted thunderclanners would never quite comprehend.

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[K'sariya]

[th][cs=3][rs=3][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500] [bg=ffffff] ~this is where we sing to the moon this is where we cry to the stars this is where we love the world and embrace who we are~

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name; dapplepaw

age; 7 moons

gender; female

position; medicine cat apprentice

thoughts on the living situation;
(BEFORE CEDARSTAR'S DEATH)
Dapplepaw thinks for a moment, tilting her head, and then gives a warm smile. "I think some of the cats there are quite wonderful! Some are really nice... but some are a little bit mean. They glare at me and I don't know why..." She turns his gaze directly towards you. "Do you know why? Well, either way, I think they should stay!" She gives a fond purr and returns to staring off into the distance.

(AFTER CEDARSTAR'S DEATH)
Dapplepaw lowers her head and narrows her eyes, grimacing visibly. "They got what was coming to them, but I don't think it's enough. I think we should send them back to their territory to let them drown." With this statement, she turns her back and tends to the herbs in the den in silence.

personality;
(BEFORE CEDARSTAR'S DEATH)
-innocent.
This single word describes a lot of Dapplepaw's personality. She surprisingly blind to the evils of the world, despite being a ShadowClan cat. She knows about the flood, but thinks that the ThunderClan cats will be gone in a couple of days and that everything will be alright. She doesn't understand the tension between the Clans or why there is any problem with the ThunderClan cats staying there. But don't get her wrong; she's not stupid. She's merely blind to the problems around her, which gives the wrong impression. She is also extremely gullible.

-adores Cedarstar.
If there's one cat that she looks up to and adores more than anything else in the world, it is Cedarstar. Those bright green eyes of her light up even more every time she sets her gaze upon the crimson feline. She thinks that the tom is "the best leader in the whole wide world" and that "he'll live forever and ever!". He is her biggest role model, and she makes it very clear. She tends to bombard him with endless, awe-filled questions and listens to his every command as if she'll die if she doesn't. When Cedarstar is around, nothing else is even there in Dapplepaw's mind.

-loves bugs.
Along with her innocence comes with a love of butterflies and creepy crawlies that she hides form the rest of the Clan. Because of this, Dapplepaw has the tendency to stash butterfly-attracting flowers near the outside of the medicine den, but they are in small quantities and the flowers' own fragrance hides her own scent. She has a fascination with nature in general, but bugs in particular are her specialty. She is quite disappointed by the lack of 'pretty' bugs in their territory, and has always secretly wanted to visit the WindClan territory's grassy hills, where she is sure there are more butterflies and field bugs, as she is growing tired of the marsh and swamp bugs.

-kind.
Along with her innocence comes an endless kindness and a very merciful generosity. It doesn't matter which Clan you are in or what kind of cat you are or pretty much anything else; if you're a cat, she'll welcome you with open legs and help you out with anything you need. She is always there for anyone that has problems, though she isn't the best listener, and she tends to interrupt with questions often.

-gullible.
If you can get her to listen long enough without her being distracted by something else, she is extremely gullible and her opinions of things are changed very easily.

-has an amazing memory--except with names.
For all of her spacey tendencies and her short attention span, she has an amazing memory. She can remember almost any scent she has smelled and any face she has seen and any voice she has heard. But! This cat cannot remember names to save her life. She has to use your name every day for a while in order to get used to it enough to remember it. The only cat whose name she can really remember is the medicine cat's and Cedarstar's; everyone else is usually distorted or completely wrong. For example, at the moment, she thinks that Jaggedtooth's name is Jaytooth or something of the like. Wait a few days without her being corrected and having to use it, though, and it'll be something like Jaybeak or just plain Jay. One of her most commonly-used and exasperating inquiries are 'who is that again?' when a name is mentioned. Many have learned to quickly bring up a coat color or general appearance after saying a name when in conversation with her.

All in all, Dapplepaw is still a kit at heart. Or, was.

(AFTER CEDARSTAR'S DEATH)

Adjectives cannot even begin to describe her tumultuous personality after Cedarstar's death. Her mood began to shift without warning, and she went from the happy, innocent, cheerful being that she was to a more darker individual. She became quiet, thoughtful, calculating. Cunning. Sly. She fostered and fed a hate for the ThunderClan cats. The fire of her spite originated from the kindle fed to her as she looked up the body of her leader; ThunderClan did it! ThunderClan will pay! ThunderClan is the cause of this! She lost most of her innocence in the harrowing death of the most important and looked-up-to figure in her life.

Deep down she has retained her love for butterflies, but other bugs now disgust her. Her kindness stayed, but it no longer extended to anyone outside of the Clan. She remains neutral in the subject of WindClan and RiverClan, but despises ThunderClan with every ounce of her strength. She would rather kill a ThunderClan cat than look at them. Well, that's what she thinks, though she has always been a bit squeamish when it came to blood and it is still something she is trying to overcome.

She still believes that there is good in the world, and that there is hope for it, though, and can be optimistic and happy when she's not plagued by depressing thoughts. She just doesn't think that this good is in ThunderClan.

history; (I feel it is needed to explain a few things)
-dapplekit.
Dapplekit's parents were dead before she could even open her eyes; a recent rain had turned a lot of the firmer areas of the territory into slop under their seemingly stable tops. Both sank too quickly and drowned. Or, that's what everyone has always said around the Clan...

Another queen took her in, and she never knew who her real parents were or what happened to them. She had always seen the pitying looks that were thrown her way, but was never sure why everyone seemed to sad for her. About a moon after Dapplepaw's birth, when the queen's kits became apprentices, she took it upon herself to shelter the kit from what had happened to her parents. She kept her in the queen's den at almost all times and barely let her out even into the center of the camp, and kept her away from the kits who knew of her parents' fate (which was most of them). This is most of the reason for her innocence. She made 'friends' with the little bugs that were in the den, and was always a little upset when her surrogate parent killed them.

Cedarstar visited her often, as he was the only individual other than the medicine cat and herself that the queen trusted to not say anything about Dapplepaw's parent's death, and it was then that she developed a deep adoration of him.

The queen had the medicine cat come into the den every once in a while to make sure that Dapplepaw was healthy, and it was through these visits that she became fond of medicine and plants. She was appointed the medicine cat apprentice after her excellent memory was made known.

-dapplepaw.
Soon after she became the medicine cat apprentice, Cedarstar was killed. Her unstable views were quickly and easily influenced by the accusations of ThunderClan being the cause of his death, and she began to hate them with every fiber of her being. She discovered, on the night of Cedarstar's death, that she is made a bit queasy by blood, but now tries not to show it. She is always exposing herself to the crimson liquid in order to get over it.

rp sample;
She blinked at the ThunderClan cats in the camp, quite oblivious to the tension their very presence was causing. She watched them curiously, intrigued by how different their way of life was from theirs. They walked differently, too. ShadowClan cats had always had a sort of more incognito stroll, slinking through the shadows. Most of the ThunderClan cats, though, walked with a more bold, comfortable step, though this gait was layered with caution as well. It was only natural, being in an enemy territory and living in such close proximity.

Dapplepaw stared for a couple of minutes before remembering the task at hand. She looked back down at the herbs at her paws. What was I doing again...? Oh! She began sorting the plants again, mind elsewhere. As she finished, her attention was drawn by a butterfly, which had fluttered into the medicine den. She blinked, and then gave a wide smile, innocent eyes glowing with endless amusement. She gently batted her paw at the insect, but it danced away and out of the den. With a lovely, infatuated purr, and followed it, leaping around the edges of the camp after it and into the swamp, ignoring the glares that resulted from it.

Of course, there were so many better things she could be doing with her time, but it wasn't like she cared much. Right now, her only cares in the world involved keeping track of this cerulean, black-patterned butterfly pulling nifty little aerial stunts right in front of her eyes.

Her priorities shifted suddenly as she heard a yowl from Cedarstar, calling a meeting. Eyes glowing with excitement, she bounded back towards camp, eager to see her role model speak.

((Before-Cedarstar's-death-post... don't like it.))

Watch, for I draw near...
"Hark, allow my lyrics to flow into your ears!"
My thoughts are in shackles, prisoners of my mind.

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