TC Deputy Tryouts }{ Applications Due Jul 22nd

[Amber]

ThunderClan is seeking an active deputy. It hasn't had too much luck in the deputy department, so please don't even consider this position if you aren't very active.

There are several requirements that your cat must have:

Uno: Your cat must be a tom... (Obvious right?)

Dos: Cat must be at least 40 Moons (Ashstar is a young leader so she needs someone a little older who can share wisdom with her). They also need to be a loyal clanmember, and actually able to do the job well.

Tres: The deputy will be Lilypaw and Rookpaw's father. They don't know they have a father, much less one that is a Clan cat. So in the history, feel free to have a nice imagination. Their mother died and was a loner, if that might help anyone. ^^

**Note: If you have any questions regarding numero tres, feel free to send me a PM or if you can catch me in the chatbox.

Oh yes, the final part...

Auditions are closed as of July 22nd[/font]. Please have any cat you would like to audition for the spot in this thread by then.

Entrants are:

Owlfeather - 47 moons - Mushu
Jaywhisker - 46 moons - Spike
Finchfrost - 51 moons - Fantasy

[mushu]

Name: Owlfeather

Age: 47 moons

Gender: Tom

Clan: ThunderClan

Rank: Deputy

Apprentice: None right now

Love Interest: N/A

Kin: Offspring: Lilypaw & Rookpaw, unbeknownst to them

Description: Owlfeather is a large, muscular tabby tom. He seems to a be a reincarnation of the former TigerClan cats... Or at least, that's what the kits and apprentices think. Owlfeather's pelt is a mixture of tans, browns, and blacks. His muzzle is an extremely light tan, practically white, and a dark brown color stripes his cheeks. His nose is a dark red, with a dark tannish color topping it. The top of his head is the darkest color on his pelt, which also is rings around his forelegs. His large paws are mostly tan and his long, long tail is ringed with the dark brown down to its black tip.

Personality: If Owlfeather were to be described in one word, it would be sweet. He's not exactly a ladies' cat, because he's only ever had one mate and she was a loner. He doesn't go looking for she-cats to swoon over, but is kind to each and every one. He can usually be found around the nursery (for he can't fit in it) frisking around with the kits, because he knows that some may need extra guidance and thinks about how Rookpaw and Lilypaw must have felt before being taken in by Frostflower. Despite his seemingly soft demeanor, he would fight until his very last breath to protect his Clan. His large and fierce appearance may not accurately portray his personality, but it does extremely accurately protray his outlook on tearing another cat's throat out when his Clan is in danger.

History: When Owlkit was born into ThunderClan, he wasn't like all the other kits. He didn't vow to be the greatest warrior ThunderClan had ever seen, but only ever wished to keep the queens and elders safe. As an apprentice, Owlpaw willingly, without being told, would fetch moss and fresh-kill for them because he has always known they are a Clan's best asset. Queens and elders are the foundation to the Clan, the queens bring new life and the elders keep alive former cats' legacies with stories of the past along with all the ever-important traditions of the Clan.

When he was named a warrior, Owlfeather realized he was the only one of his many denmates who did not have a mate. During the first moons of warrior-ship he became slightly deperessed and could always be found among the far reaches of ThunderClan territory. This is how he came to meet Jade. For a young cat, Owlfeather thought he loved Jade very much, but looking back, he knows it was a fiery passion that burned too hot to survive. He regrets nothing, not even leaving he and Jade's kits with her. The night she kitted, Owlfeather stayed with her until the moon sunk and the sun rose, and he soon realized that their relationship was causing disloyalty to the Clan he loved. Owlfeather vowed to never see Jade again, and he kept his promise.

When Frostflower brought his kits into ThunderClan, he instantly recognized their scents and pelts, however much they had grown. He has told no other cat and does not even know if Jade is still alive. but Owlfeather has carries on being the best deputy he can be for his children are getting along fine without the knowledge. He watches them closely and hopes to someday be able to tell them, perhaps when they are warriors. But he knows he must put their needs, and the Clan's, before his own desires.

Other:

Roleplay Example: A large, shadowy figure prowled around the edge of the hollow. A group of kits sat in the camp's center, their wide eyes focused on the amber-eyed warrior. With a mighty leap, he pounced towards them, and they scattered like leaves kicked up in leaf-fall.

"I'll have you all for mouse-meat!" He growled, swatting the air as the fluffy bundles swarmed back to him. Upon closer inspection, it was clear his blows were soft and his claws sheathed.

"Never!" One of the larger kits yowled boldly, biting down fiercely on his long, striped tail. Owlfeather batted him away good-naturedly, but felt his tail sting as the kit rolled away and prepared to attack again. What a warrior he'll make! The ThunderClan deputy thought with a swell of pride.

"All right, all right... Let me up, you furry lumps! I've got to see to the sunhigh patrol!" The kits let out a collective groan as the massive tom pushed himself wearily to his paws. With a last glance at the tumbling kits, he silently wished he had that much energy to help Ashstar lead the Clan.

[mushu]

Owlfeather would like to be considered for the position.

[spike]

Name: Jaywhisker
Age: 46 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Deputy
Apprentice: Duskpaw
Love Interest: None
Kin:

Shadowtail;; father, deceased
Ravenclaw;; mother, deceased
Lilypaw;; daughter, Amber
Rookpaw;; son, Syd

Appearance:

Picture

Had there ever been a cat that could be described as a tank, this would be the one. While definitely not tall, Jaywhisker is very well build and thick in bones. Even in leafbare he’ll look quite terrifying with his build. He’s not a sort of cat that is meant for quickness but rather pure strength. He’s clumsy and lumbering when it comes to his gait, slow moving and seemingly unrushed. He’s always like this. Jaywhisker has paws and legs too big for the normal cat, merely each being trunks more than legs. And each paw is huge, better off for a bat to the head than catching tiny mice. Accompanied is his too-small head, one with softly rounded features that are regal and for sure. A tiny triangular nose, pure black in color, rests on a small muzzle. On top, ears that are small in width but thick in skin, fluffed out with streaks of hair from within and out.

His coloration is a grayish color that once carried a shimmer of lightest blue. But due to lack of care, it has lost its luster and shine making him more of an ashy gray, dull and faint in quality. Jaywhisker’s coat is long-haired and fluffed with an undercoat of much paler gray, this same color reflecting across his muzzle slightly and the ear hairs. His whiskers are stark white and very long for a cat, an obvious trait he has not forgotten, especially in his name. What remains are his eyes, a pale yellow that looks like time had worn them out already, what once might’ve been silver now highly tarnished into a weary, misunderstood shade of gold. While a powerful warrior, Jaywhisker looks as cold as he has turned.

Personality:

Stern & Serious;; This is a no-nonsense tom. What might’ve once been a very fun-loving and active creature, Jaywhisker has lost all will to play and such. He doesn’t like seeing rule-bending and most certainly will not have his warriors goofing around. Any apprentice of his will have to learn that it takes a very long time for him to ever warm up that much. He doesn’t like jokes very much though perhaps deep down he does. What one sees as a very strict character might just be a cover up for something else. He pulls it off well though and he does it every day. It hides the scars of the past he has made on himself and others. Maybe it is fear that causes him to do this, fear of being hurt or hurting others.

Dedicated & Work-Oriented;; What is true though, even if he hides something, is that he is well concerned over his work. It seems as if he cares very little about a family life or friend life as much as he does keeping the Clan moving. Even as an apprentice he would spend more time doing work over friendship. A workaholic, more of. He likes to work and stays true to it because it seems to be the only thing he knows he can’t mess up badly. He’d prefer to work because at least with work there’s straight lines, rules, easy ways to follow and no emotions to get involved with it. If all goes well.

Self-Abusing & Depressed;; Due to his past, however, he constantly gets down on himself and has to cover only more up. A face of lies he puts on to make sure none see how badly torn up he is over Sunny’s death. He tends to find himself haunted by the cries and his mistakes and does anything he can to avoid even coming into contact with those memories. This uncontrolled side of him is banished from his mind as much as it can, but when it arises, it’s fierce and loud, intense and feral. And it takes all its rage out on himself. It’s no surprise very few cats see this side. It’s the Jaywhisker only Sunny knew.

Afraid & Romantically Scarred;; He puts up this tough side because he’s actually very scared. When his mate died and he gave his kits up, Jaywhisker started to worry about the bonds he made. He never really recovered from the emotional shock of losing the ones he loved most. So he has blocked off his heart to romance forever because it crumbled under that blow. Jaywhisker has to try so hard not to collapse and just give up because he doesn’t like knowing what he’s lost. He’s very afraid and inside there’s a coward trembling.

Secretive & Protective;; The reason nobody sees these parts is because he’s very secretive with his life. Hence why nobody found out about Sunny or the kits, minus the rogue. Jaywhisker is good about keeping himself protected from that and so the grumpy tom everybody knows is what was created. And naturally he’s always had a sense of need to protect since his kits. He had been so excited to be a father that the paternal needs washed over to others when he lost the youngsters. Subtle and sometimes misread, his angry take is just how it goes. He does care, he does have a heart… somewhere.

History:

Shadowtail and Ravenclaw were not the classic story. Or rather they weren’t the classic cats. Shadowtail was bubbly and friendly, Ravenclaw being childish and outgoing. They were loving and young when they had their only kit. And when they did, he was very, very different from them. Though yes, Shadowtail and Ravenclaw were not concerned with looks, it was how he was that made them concerned. He wasn’t nearly as friendly and outgoing as they were. He didn’t interest himself in kit games, rather preferring to watch and only join when he had a plan made. For Jaykit, he was constantly used to the embarrassing fact that his parents were more the kits and him the adult.

Being a single kit in his litter, he didn’t have many companions minus young apprentices or kits born after him. Not that he was concerned about that, he always had done better alone. His mother showed a lot of concern over Jaykit, trying to make sure he wasn’t going to end up lonely. Yet he personally avoid her and others because he had more fun lounging in the shade, listening in on the talk of the elders or pretending to hunt with leaves. It wasn’t exceptionally extravagant, his kithood moons, but they passed with a slow agony of wishing for apprenticeship.

And the day finally came when Jaypaw was given his name. The tom’s mentor was an older she-cat, Berryheart. She wasn’t as sweet as her name suggested though. If anything, she was closer to a deathberry in his mind. And yet nobody had more influence on him than her. She was stern and unforgiving with her training, sure that if he was going to work, he’d work hard for it. She never had an apprentice that didn’t go through such rough treatment, but they always ended up great warriors. She saw he was a good fighter and hunter, average at best. But when it came to determination, she had to give him credit for withstanding her fighting spirit.

Jaypaw for the most part enjoyed those days with Berryheart. If she was going to be a crazy mentor, let her. He was just glad he wasn’t being treated like he was some lonely poor kit anymore. And it seemed like it’d be a relatively short lived time of pure work. Except he stumbled across a kit one day, a tiny red tabby with large, beautiful eyes of what seemed to be green earth and blue sky melding together. She was so small then, hardly more than three or four moons old. Jaypaw was unconcerned for kits and decided to attempt ignoring her. She smelled of loner lineage anyways. But the kit laughed and followed him for a while. She was definitely annoying then.

But she busted through something that Jaypaw had been resisting. He stopped and decided to help the kit find its mother, since he assumed it couldn’t just be a random loner kit. She told him her name was Sunny and the then ten moon old apprentice decided he’d keep Sunny as a secret. Nobody would care if he helped a kit, right? After a wasted hunt spent searching, he did manage to find Sunny’s mother. Lola thanked him immediately before walking off with the youngster. That should’ve been the end. But fate is not so simple like that. It’s a very twisted, evil thing that entwines two pathes together time and time again.

Jaypaw earned his warrior name of Jaywhisker and had, at this point, forgotten Sunny. He continued to keep that one time thing out of his head. Then when he reached his twentieth moon, fate stepped in. While out for patrol, a couple of loners attacked his group. It was a quick skirmish, hardly more than a few heartbeats before the loners decided it wasn’t worth their fur and tucked tail, running for the hills. Jaywhisker, being a young and foolish warrior, raced after them despite the warriors telling him to come back. He wasn’t going to let loners get away with that. The chase drew him all the way out to four trees where he managed to capture the two that had attacked him. And he was astonished to see faces of long before.

Lola and Sunny.

Sunny was no longer a fluffy little kit though. She had turned into a beautiful young cat, slim and staring at him with those eyes of blue and green. Beauty. “Jay,” she whispered, recognizing his face in return. Lola was in too much shock to approach but Sunny had never been a coward. She was bold and foolish when she just walked over to Jaywhisker and grinned at him. “Jay! Remember me?”

Another secret was born then. His “old friend” the loner. Jaywhisker tried to scare her off but Sunny could only chuckle and swat his nose lovingly, saying how he never changed from when he tried to ignore her as a kitten. Which was true. Another lock was undone in his heart, familiarity he had not shared with anybody. Since that day, he and Sunny met up at random times, often she went searching for him on his hunts. While the warriors were well aware of an unknown cat on their territory, she was very careful and managed to avoid it for a long time. Well, until Jaywhisker convinced her to meet him away from ThunderClan. No reason to cause unneeded trouble.

It was just a friendship, he thought. Just something he could have until it was time to let the dream end. But the dream never did end. The dream never ceased to surprise him as friendship grew into true friends, then a crush, and eventually something far more. In the diminishing warmth of leaf-fall, both Shadowtail and Ravenclaw fell ill and died. It was very sudden and Jaywhisker was horrified that his parents had to end in such a way. He had always loved them but regret overflowed when he realized he had never treated them as if they were his parents. When he met Sunny the night after, he cried. Cried long and hard until he pleaded her to be his mate. Sunny was all too aware of the warrior code and tried to tell him no. She knew what it would do.

Jaywhisker wouldn’t have no for an answer though. He said he’d rather she knew how much he loved her and to father her kits, to love her true and dear, before something happened to him or her. She was uneasy about it. However, the two did share a love that was true, honest and built on long time. He was thirty-four when she became his mate. But he realized how stupid he was when leafbare hit stronger than ever. It was so bad, everything went downhill from the moment they met up, his mate heavy with kits and him swelled with pride. When she went into labor and gave him two little ones.

The black tom which reminded him so much of his father, Jaywhisker and Sunny agreed to call Shadow. The other, a pale replica of her mother, was named purely by the mother. For some reason, she wished to name her daughter Dakota. She said it was what her sister’s name was to be had Lola not had a stillborn kit. That moment, it should’ve just stood still in time, stopped there before the rocks tumbled down. In that moment, Jaywhisker was honestly happy and in love. For a little bit.

When his kits neared a moon, something happened, something that seemed to be unrealistic. Sunny got sick. An infection, something that her body could not fight. He wanted so bad to bring her to the medicine cat, reveal his mistake just to save her. Her wishes were to avoid the clans though. She did not want to ruin poor Jaywhisker’s life all over her. Besides, the infection was quick, there was no time to act. Her body was too weak to handle it and in the middle of the night, with Jaywhisker at her side, she just slipped away and disappeared from their lives, his, Shadow’s, and Dakota’s.

Claws tore his heart from the very core out of his body and cast the remains before him. It was like he had lost the will to bother, to try anymore. Jaywhisker could not go on with this and he refused to bring back the reminders of his lover to his Clan. He could suffer only once and no more. He took Shadow and Dakota and raced for the barn he knew the loners and rogues inhabited. He knew Sunny had had friends here and he was determined to find one that could take the kits away from him forever.

Frostflower was the cat he left the two kits with. He didn’t give many answers besides the whereabouts of Sunny’s body to have her be buried by them. Then he knelt and nuzzled each kit a final time. He had nothing to say that could make up for what he was doing. So he merely murmured in their ears, “daddy loves you very much. I’ll always love you.” But he couldn’t say more than that before he ran away from them, from the past.

He thought it’d be forever. Least he hoped it would be. He returned and was shocked when life did seem to go on naturally. He became Ashstar’s deputy eventually, sad that the old leader had died but glad to serve and show the loyalty he had forgotten with Sunny. Jaywhisker never really did say it was for love or the kits that he disobeyed the warrior code. He just seems to forget he ever had a mate or kits at all. The scars left with losing Sunny prevented him from giving a damn. Life had no meaning besides working for the Clan, making sure others stuck to the way the warriors were meant to be, perhaps protecting them from having to suffer the pain he went through.

Except they came back.

When Dakota and Shadow were welcomed into the Clan as Lilypaw and Rookpaw, Jaywhisker had to run away where he fell and cried, only being reminded of Sunny when Lilypaw looked into his eyes. He wanted so bad to either cast them out of the very Clan they are partially made of or tell them who he was, tell them again how much he loved them. But it was impossible. He feared telling them, feared their reactions. Sunny would want them happy anyways, and the deputy was convinced he could provide no happiness.

Every day Jaywhisker finds himself torn up more and more over seeing them. He personally avoids them because he doesn’t know how much his heart can take before it gives up. Nobody knows pain until they know what it’s like to watch the happiness of your kits grow without you. Jaywhisker asks himself every day if he is truly their father or merely a figment of forgotten imaginations.

”Daddy loves you very much. I’ll always love you.”

Roleplaying Example: See Mudpaw
Name Meaning:

Jay-;; for his pure gray fur
-whisker;; for his tracking abilities

Other: 000F73
Status: Healthy

[lolli]

finchfrost

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what's your genral !?

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Name: Finchkit. Finchpaw, Finchfrost

Age: 51 moons

Gender: Tom

Clan: Thunderclan

Rank: Kit, Older Kit, Apprentice, Older Apprentice, Warrior, Older Warrior

Apprentice: Open

what's your looks !?

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Finchfrost is large ginger tabby with bright green eyes. His fur is long, shanky, and mattded. His stripe's are very bold and promient. Being a darker ginger than the rest of his fur. On his face, he has a very bold 'M' marking, this marking is the darkest on his entire body. His ears and paws being a sandy/dusty ginger. The lightest piece of ginger on his body. With his long fur it makes him look fat. But is extremly skinny, the only thing on him is his muscle. His paws are abormally large, and always have been. His eyes are a bright and daring green. But his genes were mutated and he has a Dichroic Eye. his left eye is the bright, bold, and daring green, with a slice of it being a cyrstal, glassy blue. His body frame is very big, lean, and it allows him to have agility on his side. Another plus to his frame, his broad shoulders, which come in handy for when he needs to chase the enemy off of Thunderclan territory, his tail is also very long, and could curl around his entire body, another defect in his genes. He also has very sharp, and prominet claws, that never fully sheath and have 1/4 of the claw hanging out from his paws. Finchfrost is overall, a large, lean ginger with dichroic eyes, one being green, and the other green, with a slice of it being a beautiful glassy blue.

what do you act like !?

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what? your wise and loyal !?
Finchfrost is a very wise ad loyal cat. He is always the cat to come to when your in trouble, need some advice on something, or just don't want to go visit those cranky elders for some good stories. But he is not the person to come to for love advice. He will try to help, but it normally does not work. Finchfrost always offer's the best advice he can. Bust some subjects aren't in his deparment.

Finchfrost is amazingly loyal, and would never break the warrior code, except for once, that will be explained in his history. Finchfrost would never do anything to help the Clan, and is always putting the Clan before himself. So sometime's that leads to him being overworked and not able to do his job. So someone is always telling him to take a breather before he passes out from exhuastion.

what? your humorus and witty !?

Finchfrost has a good sense of humor. He could be sitting by himself and when you walk up to him, and say something, he could make a joke out it. And tries to make jokes out of the sad moments, to lighten the mood. But cats tend to look at him oddly and go to do something else.

He is extremly witty. Finchfrost can dish them out like white on rice. Another thing about his humor. He loves to have a good time and make the best out of everything. Even in training, Finchfrost make's everything a game. If they'd be battling training, he made his apprentice picture the object in front of them was the one person they wanted to claw their throats out.

Overall, Finchfrost is commited to his Clan, and also the loving and fun person everyone likes in a cat.

what's your behind history !?

Parents: Unknown

Sibilings: None

Other Family: None

Mate: Honna, Open

Kits: Lilypaw, Rookpaw, even though the two apprentice's
doesn't know.

History:

Finchkit, born in the middle of leaf-bare. To Redsong and Mottledpelt. THey were so proud of him, because all of his other sibilings didn't survive the bitter cold of leaf-bare. He mostly stayed in the nursery, not being able to stand the cold of the harsh winter. His fahter visited when ever he could, but he was mostly out fighting the cold to get food for the clans and protecting the borders. Finchkit had a peacful life. All was going well, he'd go to the elders den to hear stories of their ancestors, He would always sit in and listen on their stories, sometimes getting a little to rowdy and sometimes being ask to leave the den. It didn't bother him, becuase he would be allowed back in later when he calmed down. When he was a kit, not many other kit's were in the nursery with him, so his best friends became what ever warrior and apprentie that was avalible at the time and the elders. Finchkit had a wonderful life, and as new-leaf came, putting an end to leaf-bare, the unthinkable happened, Finchkit's Clan was attacked and a lot of warriors died. One of them included his father. For the longest time, Finchkit would not eat, he would not sleep, and he would not be a normal day. the medicine cat always came to check in on him. But he just laid there, sulky, depressed for the losd of his father. But maybe his life was starting to turn.

When Finchkit became a apprentice, he was assigned to Rowanface. One of the most reliable and wise, and fun mentors there was. Finchpaw was pleased, and was excited to start training everyday. He showed up on time, sometimes too early, for his sessions and passed all of them but one succesfully. Battle training was now in session and Finchpaw was not ready for killing yet, because the tought of fighting another cat brought up the deadful day his father died as a kit. ANnd refused to train. He sulked in the apprentices de, knowing he needed to suck it up and go out there and train. But he couldn't get himself too. One day he sucked it up, went out, and trained, his method? Pretend it was the evil creature that killed his father. He used this method everytime he trained, and it help him procede in his appreticeship faster. But one day, when he was allowed to venture out alone, he stumbled upon a loner named Honna. She had a beautiful pelt, and her eyes he would never forget. But when they ahd met, they had become friends, and Finchpaw started sneaking out to see Honna. He found out she was single and was looking for a mate. Finchpaw hadn't relised he was slowly devolping a crush for her. But good old finchpaw knew he was deny the warrior code and stopped seeing her.

But that all changed when he became a warrior. Finchpaw earned the name Finchfrost, and did his vigil that night, nothing happened, but Honna had found his camp and had come to see him. Finchfrost, not wanting to break the warrior code. but loved Honna, decied it was best for the both of them, if he got to see Honna again, he had snunk out every night to see her, and it was making his lag in his warrior duties. He was tired each day, and didn't want to do anything. Sevral moons passed by and Finchfrost was now seeing the next genration of kits become apprentices. Finchfrost was deeply in love with Honna and still continued to see her, but in the end, Honna had died kitting his kits. Finchfrost was crushed. And after she died, Finchfrost took his two kits to the nearest loner who would take them in. they agreed and nursed the kits and rasied them. Finchfrost returned to the Clan, and became busy in his warrior duties to keep his mind off of his kits, Lilykit and Rook-kit. Sevral moons passed, when a fellow clanmates brought Lilykit and Rook-kit to the Clan. His eyes flashed to the Clan, his heart going 90-miles per hour. Those where his kits, and now they were here. Finchfrost has always had a strange attitude since then, and would do anything for those kits, but he doesn't want to reveal t to the kits that he was their father.

Ever sicnce his kits came to the Clan. Finchfrost had had some peace in life, but still finds himself not talkikng to them, or else he would breakdown from the loss of honna. and how much his kits resembled her. So he tries his best to keep away, but lately, that's been failing.

what's your rp sample !?

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This is from Starling from another site I'm on. x]

Spawn.

That was her main consern. But she wasn't blood.. And that was somehing Kade didn't need to know. She sat in the water, smilig st him, his golden tabby fur sparkling brigh on the calm evening. But her mind always took her back to the Spawn. And eventually, back to the faithful day where her mother was slaughtered, and her, and her sister Snow Rose were caputred.

It was a bright and sunny day, her and her sister snow rose were making there way to a waterig ground with thei mother. Snow Rose was being Snow Rose, complaining about how she was tired, and didn't want to walk anymore. Momma snapped, and yelled at her, "You ned to shush! Say one more word ad I might carry your sister and make you walk!" She had tried to stiffle a giggle, and they kept on walkin, with their heads down and walking to the watering ground. But then a big calico cat jumped from the trees, lading gracefully right infront of them. And it all happened in a instant, Snow Rose and being taken by a black cat, Starling by a cream colored cat. And the massive calio sitting in front of their mother, has slit Nyra's throat. A smaller calico took care of Snow Rose and Starling. his name was Tojo. He helped her and her sister survive the brutal times with the Spawn.

Her saddened face looked toward the sky, knowing that as each star that came into the sky, one of them was her mother. Looking down on her and protecting her from harms way. Even thought scars littered her body, she still had a elegant form. Her soft violet eyes gazing at the stars, and a single tear slid from her white face, and down her muzzle, making a splash into the blue waters she was floating in. A slight sad smile crossed her face. And she knew that she couldn't hide it from KAde. He probably already saw it. She just had to suck it up and face the fact that her motehr was dead. She was never coming back. Lifting a paw out of the water, she looked at her dreched pad. Seeing the tiny scar her and her sister made. A blood oath. We will survive, we will get out of here. We jut have to keep strong. those were Starling's words to her ssiter when they made the blood oath. Just keep strong... in the faintest of whispers.

The sun was fading, and it was almost completely black out. Spawn would be prowling soon. She looked over to where she would normally go to train as a kit. This was Spawn territory. Slowly, she got out of the water and shook everything from her pelt. lapping up a few quick drinks. Her paw moved, one by one, over to each area of te training grounds. Seeing the faint red stain on the dusty floor, she knew that was her blood. Looking over the shrubs, she saw a open area, with high tree tops. And it all came rushing back. She remebered the fear, the terror, the evil smirks and laughs of the Spawn cats. She remembered having to play strong for these cats. While her mother and sister were terrified. She was slowly starting to loose hoping in being strong for her family as well. Taking slow steps into the clearing. Not caring if she was leaving kade behind. All she could do was reminesct in the memories.

Traviling a litter father in he woods, she found where Nyra and Snow Rose and herself made their home. There was the litle hollow her and her sister slept. The mossy patch in the corner by the oak tree was where her and her sister played. There was a deep dirt hole in the ground, that used to have water in it, and there was always mice scurrying around. It was a amazing area, and now it was dark, and damp, and lifeless. Her legs buckled under her and she collasped. looking around the area, her tail drooping, she couldn't help but let more tears fall. She wanted those days back. She wanted life to e the way it used to. Before Spawn moved in, or anything. She'd give it all back. Violet eyes trailed the area, over the treetops, and abck to the glittering stars. Why did you have to die, Momma? Why? By now she was sobbing, an squzzeing herself into the hole in the ground Nyra had dug for her to sleep. and just cried it out. She wanted Nyra back. She was depressed. and maybe Kade was the only one who could help out of it.

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[Spike cant log in]

Yo, I have the last couple pieces done for Jaywhisker, I just need wifi which I will have in a couple hours. Just so you know. (Would've just editted this into my post but iPhone doesn't want to stay logged in.)

[Amber]

Time to make the big announcement. I apologize for this taking so long, and to all of those who tried out. I didn't mean to leave all of you hanging in the dark...blame me being sick again.

This was one of the hardest decisions I have made in quite a while, and I wanted to have my head completely cleared (and make sure the medication I was on wasn't clouding judgment or anything). So once again, I know this is very late, much later than I expected/wanted.

I've spent a good couple of hours reading over and over the bios. I must say the three of you really made it hard for me to decide, and I was quite impressed by the turnout.

First off, thank you all for trying out. And secondly, if your character did not make deputy, you will receive a prize. Just a little thank you for trying out, taking a moment of time away from whatever you were doing.

First place goes to JAYWHISKER. *throws confetti* Congratulations. Please post him in the character creation thread, and he will be accepted. I love his personality, and seems a perfect fit. Good work, Spike.

Now that our first place finisher has been announced. All else who tried out may make a cat in ThunderClan. I, Amber, give you special permission to make any rank cat, any gender cat. Which means, any age warrior, an apprentice, or even a kit is acceptable. Just, if a kit is made, please be sure it is at least three moons or older.