BOULDERCLAN HIGH RANK AUDITIONS.

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B O U L D E R - C L A N
high rank auditions

AVAILABLE RANKS:
NO HIGH RANKS AVAILABLE AT THIS TIME.

RULES:
» Yes, you can audition a cat that is already on the site, but it is not required that the cat be already made.
» Remember, you are only allowed TWO high rank characters. You may not have both a Deputy and a Leader character, though you may have a Leader and a Medicine Cat or a Deputy and a Medicine Cat.
» Please don't be sad if we don't pick your character. It doesn't mean you weren't any good; in fact, this is probably going to be a very hard decision for us.
» You must obey the Warrior Code and the rules of the site.
» Fill out the form and post it here.

[b]Username:[/b] your ooc name
[b]Cat's Name:[/b]
[b]Cat's Age:[/b]
[b]Desired Rank:[/b]
[b]Why is your cat good for this position?:[/b]
[b]RP Example:[/b] 200 words or more. The example must portray your character being played as the rank you want.

[Coon the Illusionist]

Username: Coon the Illusionist
Cat's Name: Raccoonstar
Cat's Age: 36 moons
Desired Rank: BoulderClan leader
Why is your cat good for this position?: He is/will be a good and strict teacher and loyal to his Clan, and he knows how to keep a secret and hold it to his grave. He's also a great fighter and hunter.
RP Example: (In first person because I feel like putting it in first person.)

A tiny bit of sunlight broke through the crack in the rocks that sort-of protected my den. My eyes shut tighter, trying to block out the light from waking me, but alas, it was too late. A quiet yawn was let loose into the morning air, and my pale eyes flitted open. At first, drowsiness disabled my sight, but after stretching and letting loose another yawn, I finally was able to see the morning dawn's light. I shivered as a cold breeze that I hadn't noticed turned to a frosty gale that seeped through my thick fur. Leaf-bare... I thought, pessimism from the chill creeping into my thoughts as well as my body. StarClan damn it, it's leaf-bare. I thought about hissing my complaints to the sky above me, but resisted, as it wouldn't look too leader-like, and though I didn't like it, I was leader. Owlstar? Deader than the scrawny little lizard someone had caught at some point, and then left to rot at the bottom of the pile; where no one ever planned on eating it, and-

I stopped myself. I was mentally rambling on about Owlstar again, wasn't I? I found myself doing it a lot lately. Perhaps it was because he had mentored me? Perhaps it was the fact that his favor in me had already guaranteed my spot at deputy? And that his sudden and recent death by lightning strike was rumored to be StarClan's fury at his bad decision? I couldn't be sure, but I knew that one of them had to be causing my sudden mental outbursts of rants against him. Or maybe they were for him? I couldn't be sure of that either. Anyways, I wasn't deputy anymore. I was leader. Raccoonstar...heh, it had a nice ring to it, if anything.

I realized that a few of the warriors were staring. My in-denial first impression wondered what in StarClan's name they were staring at, but my reasonable second impression realized that they were staring at their leader, who appeared to be staring off into space, fixated on a spot in the sky that held no real visual value. I snapped myself to attention, and glared at the warriors. "No reason for staring," I warned towards them, in an odd mix of a friendly tone with a hint of warning mixed in, with eyes that held a look fit to kill. The warriors' expression turned from puzzlement to...even more puzzled puzzlement.

I would have glared at myself then if I could. Puzzled puzzlement? StarClan help me, I made a grammatical error. Grammar was everything, after all. Grammar made the warrior code make sense. Grammar made everyday sentences make sense! And puzzled puzzlement did not make grammatical sense! I looked up to the milky morning sky and begged StarClan for their forgiveness at my mistake. Anyone watching would have stared then, too. After all, they would have seen their leader throw his head to the skies and silently yell out a prayer to them.

He glared at them, too. His reply to their stares sounded much less friendly. "What are you staring at?" he demanded rhetorically, then followed it with "If you're staring at me, than you must be unoccupied, and that means that I will need to give you a job! How does twilight patrol for a moon sound?" The warriors' eyes widened into huge 'o's, and they skittered off to do something. Hunt, fight, heck, they could be attempting to awaken the dead, for all I cared. Just as long as they weren't staring at me.

What can I say? I don't like being stared at.

[LYRIC ']

Raccoonstar is accepted as Leader of BoulderClan.

[Soul]

Username: Soul
Cat's Name: Firethorn
Cat's Age: 37 moons
Desired Rank: Medicine cat
Why is your cat good for this position?: Firethorn is good for this position because he is well trained in the medicine field and is well equipt to serve his clan in this manner. He has the desire to serve as Boulderclan's medicine cat.
RP Example: The sunlight gleamed through cracks in between rocks. Shinning right on the closed eyes of the medicine cat. His orange fur glimmered in the small rays of the sun. He awoke to the sight of a cat obnoxiously sticking his face right next to the orange tom's. Firethorn jumped back in surprise only to find that it was a small kit. Breathing a sign of relief, Firethorn looked at the small kit. "What do you need?"[/i] He asked in a soft voice for he was still a bit tired. When the kit didn't reply, the orange tom turned around as if to sort through herbs untill he got a reply. Instead it sat there, watching Firethorn's every move as if it where forgien.

The kit was unfamiliar to the aging medicine cat. It was scruffy, with patches of fur sticking out and missing. It's legs bent inward like a dog, and it's tail was half broken. It had a dull grey pelt, that was matted in some places and covered in blood. The ragged kit sent Firethorn's mind spinning. This kit looked as though it had taveled hundreds of miles on it's own. He could hear it get up and stumble away. Without thinking Firethorn spun around and ran toward it. By the time he got to the entrance of the den, the kit was gone.

Right before he was about to go back into his den and try to make sense of things, he noticed that the camp had changed. The whole clan itself had changed. The cats looked old and worn. They looked at him with tired and frightened eyes. The dark one in the corner of the camp whispered, 'Help....' Before Firethorn could move a large cat burst into camp. Snatching up two of the helpless warriors in it's mouth. It became a fight to live. Stunned, Firethorn stood motionless in the medicine den entrence. He recodnized the big cat, and the two warriors who now lay motioness In it's jaws, dripping with blood. His eyes widened in horror as he recodnized his mother and father limp in the jaws of his brother. He locked eyes with the monster. It growled and shot one of his massive paws in the air, claws extended.

Firethorn woke up with a jolt. Relief flowed over him as he looked around the cool medicine den. His heart raced and his pelt was hot from the nightmare. The night was still young, so as Firethorn settled down to go back to sleep, he thought one last thing to himself. 'That is why I strive to save lives....' before he drifted off to sleep.


Note: please forgive me if I have made spelling errors. It's hard to type with an ipod..

[LYRIC ']

Firethorn is accepted as Medicine Cat of BoulderClan.

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Username: Wolfie
Cat's Name: Nightmist
Cat's Age: 26 Moons
Desired Rank: Deputy

Why is your cat good for this position?: Nightmist is a rounded she-cat. Towards her clanmates, she can be motherly and kind; but towards others, she is cold and un-trusting. She loves her clan, and is loyal to it; so she'll only do what is best for Boulderclan.

RP Example: Nightmist woke up early morning; and after having assigned the dawn patrols, she decided to go hunting herself. The fresh kill pile was low; and she figured she might as well get something done for the clan, even with a hunting patrol out. So, deciding to check out Shallow Creek, first venturing towards Darkened Cave to see if there were any bats available. With her speed and size, she could surely catch some that flew too low. So, making her way towards Darkened Cave, Nightmist bounded out of camp; taking one last look at the low fresh kill pile.

As the unusually small Boulderclan she-cat made her way towards the Darkened Cave, she relished the feeling of the cold winds that went against her fur, along with the snowy landscape that came with leaf-bare. New-leaf was on it's way, soon, she figured, but still, she couldn't help but relish the last few moments with the fresh yet chilling leaf-bare. Sure, it brought difficulty to the clan, such as finding fresh kill, but Nightmist knew it was just another way to bring them together, to make the clan stronger.

Finally reaching Darkened Cave, Nightmist crept quietly in, her black pelt blending in perfectly with the many shadows in the cave, in contrast to her pelt against the white snow of leaf-bare. Her misty ice blue eyes shine against the darkness, which she easily blended with, focusing on the shadows above. Crawling up against a rock, Nightmist knew she had to scare the bats somehow to bring them down, or to get them flying. At least then, she'd be able to have a chance with catching one.

So, making her way towards the top of the flat rock, Nightmist took in a breath and then yowled. The bats almost immediately awoke and went into a worried frenzy, all trying to fly out of the cave. As they passed, Nightmist pounced, her claws snagging on one of the bat's wings. After the fall, the small she-cat kept her hold on the struggling bat before swiftly killing it. 'One piece of fresh kill, so many more to go.' With that thought, Nightmist hurried out of Darkened Cave, knowing the bats would soon return later during the day, or at least, once she was gone.

Having buried the fresh kill many tail-lengths away from the cave, Nightmist then made her way towards Shallow Creek, hoping that she'd be able to catch at least something else for the clan.

[LYRIC ']

Nightmist is accepted as Deputy of BoulderClan.