BROOKCLAN HIGH RANK AUDITIONS.

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B R O O K - 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.

[`Fahrenheit]

Username: Fahrenheit
Cat's Name: Brindlefoot
Cat's Age: Seventy-two moons
Desired Rank: Medicine cat

Why is your cat good for this position?:

RP Example:

[/i] much? Shaking the thought away, she reminded herself that she had a bleeding patient only a mouse length away. As she pulled her paws back up, she was rather lazy in doing so, resulting in her accidentally brushing the bed of the brook. Growling, she lifted a paw up as she carelessly let another sink. It was covered in grime. Retreating quickly from the water's edge, she hissed at the pain she felt in her pads. There really are sharp stones down there! Sheesh.

Very perturbed, she looked around for another place to clean her paws, the water being a very bad idea for now on, and she swished her tail at the sight of grass. Shooting a quick and not-so-sheepish look at her patient, she began to rub her paws in the grass, leaving behind muck and miscellaneous debris in her wake.

"You weren't lyin', buddy!" she chortled. "There really are sharp rocks down there. I mean, StarClan, my paws almost got torn to shreds just from messin' in the shallows. I'm surprised you're not in mangled ribbons!" She twitched her whiskers and laughed a bit. "Isn't that funny? "Mangled ribbons." I like that," she ended on a mumble, really just talking to herself by that point. Brindlefoot saw something weird on the tip of a grass blade while she spoke. She bent over it to sniff it, and she immediately recoiled when she identified it. "Ha! Dead minnow-thing. You can see it's bones." She pointed with her paw toward it. "That could-a been you! I swear, the things that stick to you. Did you ever hear about the time when a younger cat than you came out of the brook with a dead frog matted in his fur? Came to me cryin', and I told him, "Hun, I'm a medicine cat, not the cat of frogs and dead things." He just went blubbering along; it got to the point that I had to get a handsome hunk of tom to help me out there — quite like yourself! But anyway. No way in this lifetime was I touchin' that."

"Okay, love. I gotta put some herbs on that scratch. It's gonna sting like a thousand bumblebee's on your eyelids, but hey, we need our warriors in commission." She arched her back and reached for the parcel of herbs she had carried along with her on the way down. She unwrapped the leaf to reveal the bitter-smelling leaves. Smirking, she moved down to begin making her pulp.[/ul][/size][/blockquote]

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Accepted. <3

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Username:

Cat's Name:

Cat's Age:

Desired Rank:

Why is your cat good for this position?:

RP Example:

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Patchstar is accepted as Leader of BrookClan.

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Username: Arcanine or Arc
Cat's Name: Longstride
Cat's Age: 56 Moons, or almost five years.
Desired Rank: Deputy
Why is your cat good for this position?: Longstride is a loyal cat. However, that doesn't guarantee a good deputy, does it? His loyalty is only something makes up part of him, however. He's not a cat who will let things go easily, and often he makes it his business to pick up any slack that's made by another cats. While he likes to take on any load he can, he does find that he has his limits, though, not that he'll admit them. He's extremely protective of his Clan, and often this leads to scuffles at the border and raised tempers at Gatherings. He's strict to the code, and he has little mercy or patient for those that break it or slip around it. He's ambitious, but well within reason. He's controlling, dominate, but he's not going to go and murder other cats.
RP Example:

"And what do we think we're doing?"

The cats' froze, ears flexing backward in surprise. In all honesty, he supposed it was a bit hard hearted to surprise then like this, but then again, they brought in on themselves, sneaking out of camp. The massive brown cat wasn't standing, in fact, he was sitting, quite calmly with something akin to amusement glinting in molten yellow eyes. The two young cats turned to look at him slowly, worry and embarrassment as well as suppressed annoyance. The sun was high in the sky, and the clouds were non-existent in the crisp, winter sky. The black and white kit stared at him while his mouth worked soundlessly. His companion, the the little black kit, however, seemed to of found her voice a tad bit faster than her brother.

" Longstride, we were just trying to help the Clan. We heard that prey was scarce, and we thought that-"

The little kit was cut off by the silencing flick of the deputy's tail. The more timid of the two slowly moved closer to his sister, eying the imposing tom. The deputy stifled the amused purr at the two kits. Patchkit and Shadekit were almost six moons old, and like any kits their age, desperate to prove their worth to the Clan, though in most cases, it led to nothing more than irritation from older warriors, mothers, and those that were sent out looking for the kits who had strayed from the nursery, let alone the camp. Today, had been such a day. It was the middle of leaf-bare, and prey was better than most of the other Clans, but even BrookClan was not immune to the pain of leaf-bare. It had been a harsh season, and the rivers and streams had frozen over completely. The snow was thick on the ground, and even on him, the snow was belly high. The kits were almost up to their chins in the cold stuff. They looked rather ridiculous, honestly, though the danger was still clear. Kits could freeze, as could any cat in this season. However, it was best that it was snowing now, and for that, he thanked StarClan.

As if to mock him, the cold, white flakes drifted from the sky, down and down, onto the already white ground, giving his brown fur a white layer. Great. Perfect. No really, this was fine. The warrior almost hissed in irritation, when it started to come down even faster and thicker. With a swift movement, he picked up the little tom, who was almost too big for the treatment, and nudged the little she-cat before him, trying to get back to camp.

Even as they trudged through the snow, walking through the rapidly disappearing trail of the deputy, nature conspired against them, and a full storm was starting to blow in. Yellow eyes narrowed, trying to see through the swirling snow. The kit in his jaws was trying to curl up, though his tail still drug through the snow. The other kit was walking almost under him, head against his chest, her short coat doing little to keep her warm in the cold, shrill wind.

By time they got back to camp, his own paws were frozen, and he was sincerely worried about the two little scraps of fur.

" My kits! My kits! You found them! Thank StarClan!"

That panicked tinged voice could only belong to one cat: Grayflower.

The two kits' mother rushed to him as he entered camp, quickly picking up her only daughter, and with the deputy, rushed to the nursery. By time he put the little kit down, he could feel the muscles in his shoulder and neck protesting at the movement, after so long of holding the position. Their mother licked them roughly, trying to warm them up, and purring so hard she could barely scold them. She looked at the deputy, her words still tinged with relief and hysteria.

" Thank you, oh thank you Longstride."

Her blue eyes met his own yellow, and the brown tom dipped his head in reply, before pushing out of the nursery. He'd rather not spend much time in the warm place, filled with scents and memories that best belonged in the past, where they occurred. As word was passed around camp that they had been found, the shock and stress disappeared, as well as the sudden snow storm. It wasn't as if it was the first time that kits had wandered away, and it wouldn't be the last. However, he wished it would stop. Still there were worse ways to die. Falling ill, sick and exhausted and dying from that illness, the worst way you could go. To die in your nest, or to die in glory, it was no contest.

Sitting down near the warrior's den, the brown tom carefully licked on paw, drawing it over one ear, eyes narrowed in thought. Well, more like memory rather than thought, but the point is made. It wasn't until his apprentice came back to camp, a lean vole in his jaws that he snapped back to reality. The deputy watched his tabby apprentice stop to greet a friend of his, and for a moment, he was taken back to the day he met the young tom. Pale whiskers twitched in amusement at the memory of the skinny tabby apprentice, who had been so nervous and excited.

Now though, Stripedpaw was almost a warrior. His job was almost done with the younger cat. As the apprentice walked by to take his catch to the elders, he called out to the young tom. " Stripedpaw, a word after you're done." The young tom nodded, and continued on his way. A few moments later, the tabby was sitting before him, amber eyes curious. "Yes, Longstride?" The deputy was drawn out of his thoughts again by the words.

" Sleep well tonight, there's an assessment tomorrow, starting at dawn. Be ready."

The apprentice's eyes lit up, excitement making his tail swish behind him, and he readily replied with a quick, "Of course, Longstride!" The tom turned and trotted back towards the other apprentices. Longstride watched him go, and for a moment, he felt another pang in his chest. If they had survived, they would be around the same age as Stripedpaw. Luckily, the massive tom was distracted from his own thoughts as a warrior slipped from the warrior's den, and he jumped on his chance to get out, and asked if the she-cat would like to go on the Sun-high patrol. He nodded and told her to find another cat, while he made his way towards the camp entry.

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Longstride is accepted as Deputy of BrookClan. <3