ThunderClan Auditions

[Stoney]

THUNDERCLAN AUDITIONS
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For ThunderClan 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 TC medicine cat during the time of the flood was Mousewhisker, but he was killed during the flood. Whoever gets the position of medicine cat would have been the medicine cat apprentice during the time of the flood.

Application:

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Position:
Thoughts on the living situation:
Personality:
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Name:

Crimsonfire

Age:

thirty-seven moons

Gender:

tom

Position:

deputy

Thoughts on the living situation:

to put it plainly, crimsonfire is not pleased with the living situation in the slightest. he may not be very old, but he knows that rival clans living together in close proximity is a dangerous situation. he fears that it will lead to more harm than good.

Personality:

arrogant. a most unattractive quality for anyone to have, and many look at it as a weakness. however, crimsonfire holds no shame in being arrogant because he believes it brings upon him an air of importance and respect from the other cats in the clan. along with this, he doesn’t like to think of himself as arrogant, more as proud. he isn’t afraid to boast, or look down upon someone he deems weaker, or less than him. the tom knows he is strong, and a cat not many others would want to go up against. he is very confident in his abilities as a warrior, and as deputy and he sees no fault in being proud and sure of himself.

temper.

[/b] the fuse on this big guy is quite short, a trait he acquired from his father. little things, like a shortage of prey, or the scent of another clan on the territory can set him off. with their camp now located on shadowclan territory, he finds for the most part, he can keep his it harder to keep his temper in line, when it used to be rather easy. when he loses his temper he usually simply becomes quiet, instead of lashing out on someone, but other times he isn’t so calm. the brutes state of mind plays a huge factor in which way he goes. if he’s had a bad day, he will explode. his explosions usually include him growling extensively and taking a swipe at the closest non-living thing, and storming off in a heated fury. crimsonfire has only ever struck out at someone once.

good heart. despite the fact that crimsonfire has the less wanted qualities in a deputy, his heart is in the right place. he just wants what is best for the clan, and this is a hard for him, once again because shadowclan is living so close to them. regardless of the compromised living situation, he would give his life to save another clan mate, but he has a hard time showing he cares because he is scared that it will show vulnerability and weakness. but, in certain situations, like when it regards to kits, crimsonfire will sit and comfort and upset cub until it feels better. delicate situations such as deaths, he also reveals his softer side, but only to certain clanmates.

conflicted. crimsonfire doesn’t know what he wants in life. of course, he wants to be leader, but in regards to other things, like mates, and having his own family, he is greatly conflicted. he catches himself thinking about losing a kit, or losing a mate and it turns him off of love. on the flip side, he sees happy couples and he longs for that kind of connection. a big part of this also comes from the fact that he is worried a family would take away from his ability to lead the clan when that time comes. as of right now, he is turned off of the ideas of mates, and is currently focused on furthering his skills as a warrior and deputy.

reason for name.[/i] crimson: when this tom was born, dawn was breaking over the forest and the sky was splattered with many different hues of red and the prettiest and fiercest of all the colours, crimson, caught her attention and thought it was fitting for her handsome, only son.
fire: this was granted to him because of his temper. the leader said that like a fire, his temper was uncontrollable and destructive, but a quality that made him who he was.

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RP Sample:

green eyes gazed up to the bright blue sky stretching out over the new, hopefully temporary camp. flecks of gold shone from within their depths, giving him a calm appearance though the battle within his head raged full bore. everything he knew, everything he loved was gone with a sick twist of fate, brought on by the two-legged creatures. they were the cause of the flood, it was easy to figure out. all so that they could bring more of things, like themselves, upon their home territory in monsters that ran on water like skimmers he was getting accustomed to seeing racing across the surface of the swamp water on bright sunny days like this one. what right did the two-legs have to do such a dramatic thing to the forest?! it was their home, and they had destroyed it without even a second thought.

it angered him. no, it hurt him! the pain he had felt for the past three moons was unbearable as it weighed on his chest. they had lost so many warriors, apprentices, kits… it was a catastrophe and the worst part about it was he wasn’t able to stop it from happening. he didn’t care if it was beyond his control, he still felt responsible for the lives that had been lost to the massive flood. he was deputy, he didn’t listen when thunderclan was warned about the rising waters. and now look where they were! sitting on shadowclan’s backdoor, completely at their mercy. thunderclan didn’t know this territory at all, it was completely alien to them compared to their foliage rich territory, what with the swamp and slick, brown moss everywhere. shadowclan could launch an attack on their weakened state at any moment, and thunderclan would have no defense against them at all.

shutting his eyes against the thought of more cats being lost, images of the tall wall of water filled his vision and brought the tight feeling of drowning pressing down upon his body as he remembered the day where he had lost everything he had ever held dear to him. the crackling of trees from the bark to their solid cores rang in his ears sending a shiver rush down his spine, leaving his large, muscular body tense. the toms handsome face contorted into one of pain: eyes shut hard and his mouth pursed. the yowls of terror and disbelief broke through the sounds of the destruction all around him, and he began to shake uncontrollably as the swamp around him chirped with undisturbed, uncompromised life. his greens eyes were wide with horror before he raced from the camp, but he was much too late. the impact of the water crushed his body, stealing his breath from his lungs as he was tossed relentlessly through the strong torrent of liquid that would soon cover all of thunderclan.

when the memory became too painful, crimsonfire’s eyes snapped open, and they were rimmed with moisture. an ugly black cloud had weaved it’s gnarled fingers through the rays of sun, robbing the clans of it’s light. blinking slowly, crimsonfire cast his stare away from the ominious rolling cloud that promised name and instead lifted his haunches from their spot on the only dry spot in all of shadowclan, at least in his opinion and carefully placing one paw in front of the other, carried his bulky body farther away from his temporary home, towards his real home. to where his mother’s body was recovered, her neck broken in three places. with a minor redirection he weaved his body through the intricate swamp waters, trying his hardest to keep his paws dry. this wasn’t the easiest thing to do, but he succeeded for the most part.

following his nose, and memory of him, he was overcome with the dank scent of the thunderpath as it came into sight. shuddering, he immediately looked away from it and instead walked parallel to it, on his way to his mothers resting place just within shadowclan territory. the earth was just starting to recover, pretty white flowers blossoming in a few patches. a sad smile crossed his lips as he laid his body down, ignoring the moisture that greedily licked at his delicate body fur. stretching his paws out so that they ran across her grave, he rested his head on his legs and let his emotion overcome him. it was bad enough that he had lost his home and everything that he knew, but to make matters worse, starclan stole his mother from him, the only cat he ever truly loved in this world. closing his eyes, his body shook slightly as he sobbed into her grave.

“i miss you, so much mom.”

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[Jeopardy]

Name: Coaltail
Age: forty moons
Gender: tom
Position: deputy
Thoughts on the living situation:

Really, must you even ask? He hates it. He (before they are pushed out of the camp) ids thankful to the other Clan for taking them in so that even more of his Clan-mates don't die, but after they are pushed out, he'll hatred will be fueled ten times. Even being within the boundaries that belonged to the other Clan for generations will make him angry, but he won;'t be willing to give it up easily. He would be willing to fight any feline that gives him an excuse to, but at the excuse that it was to protect his Clan. He once admired ShadowClan for their strength, but now wants to see them die.

Personality:

----- critical

everything he looks at or does, he does so with a very critical out look. very few things can get past his sight and he doesn't forgive himself when he does let things slip. he reads others, trying to see the truth behind anything they say and he doesn't just trust others from the start. they need to look and sound like they are telling the truth at all times. he does not deal well with liars and looks upon them the same he may with murders. he thinks no wrong is small enough to get away with on light terms. when any situation is brought to his attention, whether he is suppose to make judgement on it or not, he will think everything through from beginning to end and will think about it in every light before coming to a decision - whether the upper positions agree with his conclusion or not makes it an interesting game.

----- dark humor

contrary to what most felines would think of a thunderclan tom, coaltail has a very dark, harsh sense of humor. he doesn't laugh at the stupid little things that others might do or the it's-so-stupid-it's-funny jokes. no no, the types of things he finds funny are when others are in pain - especially when he feels they deserve the pain. he might not always cause the pain himself - seeing as it goes against the warrior code to some extent - but if a feline he cares little to nothing about it in pain or in trouble, he is not about to help them out of it. instead, he'll sit by and watch. the things he dreams at night about are what most felines would consider nightmares, but he wakes up in a better mood. don't ask why, but if he has those drams at night, it makes him a semi-better tom during the daylight.

----- strict

he adheres to the warrior code, no matter what some felines might think. he may be hard and relentless, but he will try his best to stay in line with what starclan has ordained them to act like. he might fully believe in the will of starclan either, but he respects their laws and deals with them at the bare minimum. he is very strict on taking orders and following through with them, no matter what he thinks of a situation. in fact, if he disagrees with an order he's been giving, he'll frown and make a few objections, but in then end if the order is still asked for him, he will oblige. the word of his leader is the word of the clan ans he will never lay a claw against his own clan. he will never understand why felines choose not to do as they are told. he will do everything to the code...and only on rare occasions go outside the well-defined box.

----- merciless

he sees everything in black and white...which is fitting considering his appearance. he believes that all crimes should be punished to the same degree - if trouble starts out small he believes it will grow like an avalanche - quickly into something so big that no-one can ever stop it. how do felines of evil with nothing to stop them start out usually? with few restraints pushed on them from a young age. he would never allow his own kits to get away with anything. he believes liars are as bad as murders and that there is nothing in between in severity. of course, the punishment can vary depending on the feline, but the punishment must be equal for all. he just knows well that what is a deadly punishment to some would be an easy let off to others and wishes a leader would see that.

----- despises shadowclan

when it concerns the clans, he loves thunderclan and feels neutral about riverclan and windclan...but shadowclan, oh boy does he hate shadowclan with all his guts. it's not even on the same level as the rest of his clan - he actually despises shadowclan with every bones, muscle, fiber, and molecule in his body. his eyes burn with anger and his claws unsheathe automatically at the mere scent of a thunderclan cat. the reason why he hates them so dearly will be made clear in his history. he would honestly never give a shadowclan warrior, apprentice, or even a kit - despite what the warrior code says about helping out any kit - a chance. they are all enemy number one in his book, even worse than badgers or foxes. he would never spend time being friendly with one of them and he would never even give them so much a a smile - a sneer maybe, but never a smile.

RP Sample: post from the TC and SC thread

[style=background:#000000; border: 2px solid #0F0F0F; padding 5px;]The day passed and a lobe tom lay out beneath a pine tree, his tail curled around his body and his head in his paws. The tom known as Coaltail for the pure black tail that contrasted his pure white pelt, rarely slept within the walls of ShadowClan's camp. He had enough trouble staying within the ground of ShadowClan territory, but this was where he had to be. He needed to be here for his Clan and he would never leave them, no matter what happened to them. It was just that the camp...it was too difficult for him. he had once admired the Clan more than he had his own Clan - a fact that he never said aloud anymore. But every now and again he would catch glimpses of the two warriors that invaded his Clan's territory before the flood and had tried to kill him - two toms that he had once believed to be his friends.

The flood.

Behind his closed eyelids, memories of that day came flooding to his mind: the yowls of his Clan-mates, the frantic attempt to get everyone from every den rounded up and shepherded out safely. The scared, gloomy gazes of his Clan-mates at the thought that the home that their Clan had lived in for as long as anyone could remember may well end with them...some things a tom would never forget, no matter how much he might want to. They lost more than a few Clan-mates that day and if ShadowClan hadn't allowed them - reluctantly - to stay within their territory, they would have lost even more by now. No matter how much he hated the other Clan for what those two warriors had done for him, he had to give them and StarClan at least a few tokens of his thanks.

Though, he wasn't sure how much of that he was actually willing to deliver.

A loud yowl broke through the walls of is thoughts and the tom's ears flickered as his eyes opened. The tom looked in the direction where the yowl had come from and let out a sigh. Whatever this is, it can't be good. Sighing, the tom got to his paws slowly and shook his thick pelt. He was in no hurry, that much was obvious, because even though he had only been with the other Clan for a short time, he would recognize the deputy's yowl anywhere...it's not like he ever showed much grace to ThunderClan and if it concerned the deputy, Coaltail wanted little to nothing to do with whatever was going on...but he was curious, even a little bit, to see what in StarClan's name was making him cause such a ruckus.

So, he walked.

When he got within view, he saw three felines: two of ShadowClan and one of his own. he strained his mind to remember the name of the she-cat ShadowClan warrior and faintly remembered the name Tawnywhisker, but there was little reason for him to know such a name. He went to stand beside his fellow warrior, glad that the numbers were equal at least now and then looked to where the eyes of the others were trained: right onto the body of the leader of ShhadowClan.

Coaltail's eyes narrowed at the body. Too bad, he thought to himself the same time he heard Eaglestrike mutter under his breath, "May his journey to StarClan be peaceful...." The warrior's eyes flashed in the direction of the other warrior and he felt his claws unsheathe into the dirt, but he forced himself to stay calm and sheathed them once more. He looked down at the body of the fallen leader, wondering what could have killed the tom. His eyes after a moment, trained on the deputy of ShadowClan - the tom that would now be in charge of the fate of ThunderClan. The scent of death was overpowering and he wondered how he had not noticed it sooner, but that wasn't what he was worried about: he was worried about what Jaggedtooth would believe...and what he would do.

He looked at Eaglestrike and mewed softly to the other warrior, "Should we even be here? It's their leader, not ours...," and you never know what they might do with their grief if a ThunderClan feline is around to witness it. Honestly, he didn't trust a single hair on a ShadowClan warrior's pelt anymore and he didn't want to be anywhere near the clan when word got around about the leader - he especially didn't want to be here now with the deputy. But, if the deputy started a fight there was no way he was going to object. In a way, he had been waiting a long time to make a ShadowClan warrior bleed for all the pain he had been caused in his life - whether it was the fault of the individual warrior or not.

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