High Position Applications

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This is the thread with the form to apply for a high spot, and the place where you will post your applications. As long as you can meet the word count for all roleplaying posts, you'll get the position provided you have applied before anyone else.

Currently Open High Positions:

TC leader: Snowstar, roleplayed by Snow.
TC deputy:
TC medicine cat:
TC MCA:

SC leader: Relicstar, played by ashurii.
SC deputy: Hopewhisper, roleplayed by Hope.
SC medicine cat:
SC MCA:

RC leader: Banditstar, roleplayed by AX3Lbby.
RC deputy: Twitchfoot, roleplayed by Twitchfoot
RC medicine cat: Larksong, roleplayed by Waveh
RC MCA:

WC leader: Breezestar, roleplayed by phoenix.
WC deputy:
WC medicine cat:
WC MCA:

If you wish to become a deputy or medicine cat, PM the leader of a Clan and ask. Here's the form to apply for a high position:

Username:
Position wanted:
Cat name:
Cat description:
Roleplay Sample:

[AX3Lbby]

Username: AX3Lbby prolly
Position wanted: riverclan leader!
Cat name: Banditstar

Cat description:

It would be a mistake to call this cat completely white. Of course, he could fool you at first. Perhaps if all you caught a glimpse of was his body. However, the tomcat has a distinguishable brown on his face and tail. His face the brown covers his eyes, almost completely symmetrical, giving him the appearance to be wearing a mask. His ears are a deeper brown. The tip of his tail fades into a dark brown at the tip, much like a point's colour.

Aside from the brown, another eye-grabbing feature of the tomcat would be his astonishing blue eyes. They stand out in his brown "mask," adding a charming look.

As for his body, Banditstar had a very long body, and slender legs. They allow him to be more agile, on land and in water.

Roleplay Sample: (not animals really but w/e)

They were a decent ways away when he finally stopped and let go of her. "S'name be Honii," he said to her, giving a slight bow. He pulled back his large seamen jacket, which covered both his rapier and his pistol. Thus, he quickly drew his sword from its sheath, for a moment his feathers gave the illusion of no sword at all. But surely enough, he held it. Perhaps he liked uneasy and intimidating moments. The mutant pirate was well aware Sono was probably wandering what he wanted with her. Alone. Isolated. He paused for a moment, looking absently at his sword, yet keeping her in view.

"Sono, ye and me be alike," He informed her, his yellow, slitted eyes focusing at her. "W're the like who not be held by restraints."

He put his cutlass back into its sheath as he put his arms behind his back and took a full step towards her, in a circling manor, as if sizing her up. Or perhaps waiting for lunch to give the ghost. "So," he said, stopping and standing straight, tall. "Ye can turn tail n' run to a city whar ye have no coin, no free fam'ly, th' o'ly hope o' bein' a begga'," He gave a calculated pause, to let the word seep in, "Or," With this, he paced around her again. "Ye can try a hand on th' ship I be sailing."

His mouth gave a little smile, which with the way his beak bent and spiked, it looked crooked.

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The position is yours! ;]

[ashurii;; the insane one.]

username:
ashurii.

position wanted:
shadowclan leader.

cat name:
relicstar.

cat description:
to call relicstar a plain old flame pointed cat would be a mistake indeed. she stands tall and proud, even at her most haggard, and though she doesn't bother with keeping her fur properly groomed half the time. most of the time her light cream fur-- with deep orange point and stripes that are very clearly defined-- is tainted with a layer of dust.

she doesn't see what the point of grooming herself regularly is, if what matters most is her leadership skills. so she simply doesn't. when she starts looking like a scraggly rogue, fur unkempt and looking more brown than flame point, only then does she groom herself. quite a shame, really; of course, when one sees her eyes, one tends not to pay much attention to her fur any longer.

her eyes are probably her best feature, other than her sharp tongue. they're a light shade of electric blue, deep as an ocean and piercing. you can get lost in those eyes, and the depth of emotion in them; of course, the touch of insanity hidden deep within does rather foil the poignant effect.

roleplay sample:
the night was dark, the moon was waning, and a lone cat slunk up the path to the moonpool. she had never felt more alone in her entire life as she trekked up the path, pawsteps weary and mind dulling from lack of sleep. no clouds hung suspended in the sky, something she was grateful for; maybe... starclan would approve of her even after all the things she'd done? after where she came from? the thought filled her mind with tumultuous joy and a hesitant surprise.

suddenly her pawsteps didn't seem so heavy anymore.

it wasn't much longer until she got there; she was starting to enjoy the solitude, the lingering scent of pine from shadowclan's forests hanging in a cloud around the flame pointed cat. when she finally stepped up to the pool, her breath caught in her throat; what seemed like millions of stars shone down, reflected in the crystal clear water. the sight was so beautiful that she couldn't even move; she was frozen in place.

she shook her head, snorting; she was there for one reason and one reason only: for her lives.

so the former deputy of shadowclan took the last step that was needed to reach the glittering water, crouched down, and lapped at the water. within moments she awoke in a very different place: she was in starclan at long last, a place she hadn't thought to see until her last breath left her body. she gazed around the starry landscape with awe, and a strange sense of familiarity. her eyes widened as the first cat stepped forward; it was a face she knew too well.

"mother." relicflare murmured. "it's been... so long." she squeezed her eyes shut, whispered voice full of a pain she'd never felt before. her mother had died such a long time ago that her memory had almost faded from her only daughter's mind, something it ashamed her indeed to admit.

"relicflare, i could not have been more proud of the way you have lived your life so far." rosefeather murmured. she padded up to her daughter. "and now i am proud to give you your first life. a life of hope, of joy, of knowledge of the peace that will be your reign." she touched her nose to her daughter's, and watched as a spasm of pain shook her. relicflare was rooted to the spot, eyes unfocused, unable to move as images of a healthy, happy shadowclan flashed before her eyes.

her mother began to pad away, and she ached to call out to her, tell her she needed rosefeather to stay. but she couldn't, and the next cat was upon her before she could think. "relicflare... i watched over you while you were deputy." he muttered. "i never thought you would make it this far... i think that, now, i owe you one." he flashed her a cheeky grin. "i give you a life of laughter during strife. know that even in the toughest times you'll always stand above others, for you will still have that spark inside you that lights the way."

the life felt like a hurricane had slammed into her full force. now she saw blood, so much blood she was drowning in it, drowning, never going to get out... she opened her maw to give a voiceless cry, shaking her head violently. she wasn't getting new lives... she was dying, dying, and he was just standing there watching, doing nothing... and then the pain was over, and she gasped, staring right at him. "my name is solarflame, and i was your mother's brother." she merely nodded as he padded away.

"...salinestone." relicflare murmured, eyes filled with sadness. he had died the night she had become deputy, his life extinguished by she herself, in a fit of that psychotic madness she kept locked inside her.

"relicflare." he replied, dipping his head. "i give you a life of eternal regret and sorrow, so that you know the difference between right and wrong, and use your judgment in every matter-- whether it's part of being a leader or not." he padded away while she was still in receiving the life, in the throes of pain and strife. she sent him a small smile, though he didn't see it.

a young apprentice slunk up next, looking battered and unkempt. even death hadn't changed his habits. "i give you a life of wisdom and integrity. can't have one without some of the other, y'know? and they're both important." gingerpaw spoke gruffly. she had only time to smile before the pain hit her once more. it wasn't as bad, and she endured it with just the slightest bit of shaking. gingerpaw licked her cheek before he padded away, leaving her with love in her eyes.

four down... how could i endure five more? she wondered as shiningnight approached. shiningnight had been the medicine cat when she was born; an elderly, gnarled old cat with a bad limp, she'd died before relicflare really got to know her. "dear one, you need endurance, and so that is what i give you with my life." she rasped out faintly.

[ it's not finished, but.. =/ ]

[twichfoot]

Username: twichfoot
Position wanted: RC Deputy
Cat name: Twitchfoot
Cat description: As you can see, he dosent have a dark pelt. So it makes his visable. But he has long sharp claws, and beaty eyes. He never gives up, but he is week.
Roleplay Sample: [Delving slightly into the past...]

Twitchpaw padded away from the elders, their bedding replaced and ticks removed. The young tom felt proud of his accomplishment; none of the other apprentices wanted to do the job, so he took over instead. He was never bothered by putrid odor of mouse bile, and the bedding was easy enough to find. Whiskers twitching with approval at his work, he turned to look back at the elders, who gave him a nod. I don't understand why they are so bothered by helping out the old ones... Twitchpaw thought to himself. The other apprentices were so hesitant to help out helpless cats; it made him wonder whether that would stop them from being a warrior.

As he padded off towards the waterfall, his father entered. The cascading water speckled his coat with tiny droplets, and as he entered the large tom shook them off with ease. Twitchpaw looked up at his father, concern in his eyes. Why did Sparrowkit and his mother die? Why was his father avoiding the clan, and his own son? Determination set in his heart, Twitchpaw cut off Ashpelt, stopping him mid-stride.

"I want to know what's going on," Twitchpaw demanded, claws scraping the earth with apprehension. His father's eyes widened slightly, but he said nothing. Twitchpaw grew angry at his silence. "...and I'm guessing you aren't planning on telling me?"

Ashpelt's tail twitched in irritation. "There is nothing to tell Twitchpaw. Your mother is dead, and Sparrowkit did not survive her kit-hood. What more do you want?"

Twitchpaw opened his mouth to speak, then shut it again. What did he want? Closure? A reason behind Ashpelt's actions? He could not understand why his own father would ignore him...perhaps he wanted some sort of praise for his hard work as well. His eyes were burning with tears.

"I just want to know why you disappear. Why you won't look at me. Have I done something so horrible that you've turned your back on me?"

Ashpelt's gaze rose to meet Twitchpaw's. "It is your mother. I cannot look at you because of your mother. You remind me so much of her...it hurts to cope with."

Twitchpaw's pelt grew hot. "So...after all this time it had to do with Windfur? You won't look at your own kin because of that? And you neglect your own clanmates?"

"I'm doing what I feel is best!" Ashpelt replied with a hiss. Twitchpaw did not back down. His tail was high and his claws were unsheathed. What this cat was doing was not the best. The neglect of his clan and his own kin was beginning to wear the young apprentice down, and other cats were beginning to doubt his loyalty as well as Ashpelt's. Ears flat, Twitchpaw replied coldly, "You're only doing what is best for you, not best for everyone."

Before Twitchpaw could pull himself back, the large tom took a swipe at Twitchpaw's face, his claws raking through his right eye. Blood poured from the open wound, blinding the apprentice temporarily. As he reared back to make his own retaliating blow, Ashpelt took aim again and hit him squarely in the lower jaw, knocking Twitchpaw to the ground. Murmurs rose from around the cave...shock...disbelief...anger. Ashpelt looked to his clan, then down at his own son, lying in blood and covered in dust.

"I...was..." The other cats closed in on him, yowls of protest rising from the clan as they approached. Attacking your own clan mates, and your own kin was beyond acceptable. Without waiting for punishment, or for Twitchpaw to wake up, Ashpelt took off out of the cave, never to be seen or heard from again.

[Phoenix]

Username: Phoenix
Position wanted: WindClan Leader
Cat name: Breezestar
Cat description:
Breezestar is a silver Classic Tabby cat. Many would like to say that he looked normal, but this isn't entirely so. The young tom's eyes are of two different colours - red and blue. But, it's like that for a reason. It's not that Breezestar was born with two unidentical eyes. The reason for his unusually-coloured eye is actually due to an eye infection. Known only between the Medicine Cat and himself, Breezestar is often cautious about what he says when others ask about why his eye is so oddly coloured. He gets out of it by changing the subject, or saying he has something to do. Eventually, most cats just gave up trying to ask him, since every time, they know that he'll make up an excuse.

Breezestar's body is considerably small for his age and strength. Cats who see the tom for the first time can't even believe that he's a part of a clan, never mind a Leader. But, that can be a good thing. Enemies often underestimate Breezestar, but their problem then arises.

Breezestar is powerful and has amazing reflexes.

His reflexes don't always work for him, but they at least help for determining which way to d0dge in a few quick miliseconds.

Breezestar's paws are probably the smallest parts of his body, while his ears would be the largest. The tom's body has the same markings as most Classic Tabbies would have, including the 'swirl' on his flanks.

Roleplay Sample:
This isn't how I roleplay, it's actually a short story I did, but I'm sure it's a good enough sample for now.

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There's a little girl and her mommy drank every day.

Amber brew, so mesmerizing. The woman's addicted, there's no going back. Every morning she loses herself to this potent poison. Every morning the little girl loses her mommy. Over and over, no going back.

There's a little girl and her mommy drank her away.

It's morning. The screaming begins again. The little girl hears her name over and over, a gross mutilation of noise as the word is slurred. She must have done something wrong again. She swallows the fearful cry, knowing that she must be quiet. Quick as always, she shoves her body into a shadowy corner, taking comfort in the close quarters. She knows better, though. There's no hiding from this intoxicated stranger. It always finds her. Over and over, no going back.

There's a little girl and her mommy wasn't the same.

Shaking. She's shaking again and can't stop. Her body dances with the uncontrollable shivers, teeth clacking. Thin little arms wrap around thin little knees, hugging them close to her thin little chest. The screams are getting louder, the stranger closer. She squeezes her eyes shut as if not seeing the horror could make it all go away. She slaps tiny little hands over tiny little ears. 'This isn't mommy, this isn't mommy. Mommy loves me. She said so herself' Over and over, no going back.

There's a little girl and her mommy wasn't sane.

"Come here you little devil," the words were crooned to the little girl, as if the stranger were talking to a dumb beast, "Come here you little idiot." The little girl didn't know what the latter was, but knew it wasn't good. The stranger threw that word and so many more like it at the little girl, but not mommy. Mommy was good. Mommy was nice. Then again, mommy was gone. Whimpering, she shrinks back, hoping to weld her spine to the wall. She squeezes her eyes tighter. Over and over, no going back.

There's a little girl and her mommy beat her.

The slap was a surprise, setting fireworks off behind the little girl's eyes. The kick wasn't, not after that. It was expected, part of the stranger's ritual of intoxication. Brilliant reds and greens became a blinding white as the back of her tiny little skull cracked against the wall. "I won't say it again, devil! Come here!" Like a dog, the little girl crawls forward, a thin red line of spittle crawling down her thin little chin. Thin little lips wobble as tears begin to dribble down thin little cheeks. 'This isn't mommy, this isn't mommy. Mommy loves me. She said so herself.' Over and over, no going back.

There's a little girl and her mommy left her.

She couldn't cut back the cry as the stranger's nails dug into her thin little arms. But it was okay because this wasn't mommy and the marks would soon fade away. They're face to face now, and the little girl can smell the fetid stench of alcohol mixing with the smell of wet dog. 'Oh mommy, how could you let this happen to you?' She looks into the bloodshot eyes of the stranger, the image blurring with a wall of tears. But in those few moments of clarity, if she looked hard enough, she could see her mommy, a lost soul searching for help behind the mask of the alcoholic. She cried for real then, mourning the loss of her mommy, knowing it would be a long time before she saw her again. Over and over, no going back.

There's a little girl and her mommy's unaware.

She's alone again. A sigh of relief breaks the spell of silence. Another day will soon be over, giving way to a new morning and a new cycle. Never changing, old habits are hard to break. She curls into a ball under her sheets, making herself as small as possible lest the stranger decides to make a midnight visit. A footstep falls nearby, two, three, more. A creak and a beam of light. The light travels up her bed, a spotlight that illuminates her pale face. Her eyes are so big, impossibly dark. "Honey?" "Yes, mommy?" Pressure on the bed behind her. Is it mommy? For real this time? Soft arms envelop the little girl, pulling her close with soft hands. Surely these cannot be the same hands as earlier today, surely these hands cannot commit such crimes. Surely not. Soft lips place a soft kiss on the soft skin of a new bruise. If only it was the cure-all that so many pretended it to be. If only. "I'm sorry." "Me too mommy, I'll be better." "I'll quit soon baby, I promise. Things'll get better." "No mommy, they won't." 'You haven't met the stranger. She won't go away!' The little girl remains quiet after the exchange, letting mommy believe her lies. They both know the truth, but neither will admit it. The truth has a nasty habit of making things real and they don't want this to be real. It's their little secret. "I love you baby." "Love you too mommy. No matter what." She cries herself to sleep that night, long after mommy leaves, wishing that everything could be different. Day after day. Night after night. Over and over, no going back.

There's a little girl and she's not there.

The little girl isn't so little now. She's changed, yet still the same. The intoxicated ritual carries on day after day, over and over again. The screams still echo down the hallways and the walls still vibrate with the collisions. The little girl is tough on the outside, covered with scars and hard with bones not healed right. The little girl is tough on the inside, taking care of mommy whenever mommy comes back, enduring the stranger whenever it emerges. There's a hope and a hurt in that little girl's eyes, a determination and destitution. She can no longer fight this fight, mommy's on her own. Thin little lips wobble as tears begin to dribble down thin little cheeks. This is goodbye, time to move on. Would she ever see her mommy again? Maybe, maybe not. It was up to her. A backward glance reveals a shell of what her mommy used to be, a skeleton cradling yet another bottle, wailing her torment to the moss-stained ceiling. Some things never change, but this little girl had. It's time to move on. Silently, she places the letter on the table and exits the house. Just like that, she's gone. Over and over, no going back.

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I editted it a bit, to make it more appropiate. I don't really want to give a sample that includes drugs. o.o

[---» Fang]

I'm quite sorry Twitch, but Twitchstar has been denied as riverclan leader. i would totally make your character leader had the position been open, but yesterday axel and her character Banditstar had taken the RC leader rank. Again, I'm sorry, but you can be deputy with goldy and Ax's approval.

relicstar i shall accept as shadowclan leader; goldy has every right to deny my approval of relicstar, but i say she's good to go as leader.

breezestar is also accepted; again, goldy has every right to change my acceptance and deny it if she wants.

All clan leader postions are closed, but we still have medicine cat positions avaliable. to become deputy of a clan, please PM the clan leader's player and ask politely if you may be meddie cat apprentice or deputy. Thank You all who auditioned for leaders!

--fang