WindClan Tryouts

[Yellowstar]

Alright guys, there are still plenty of high positions open! Fernstar is in need of a deputy and medicine cat! The deadline for tryouts will be Monday, August 16th[/b], which is one week from today. The date may or may not be extended depending on how many profiles I get. On that day I'll look over the profiles and, likely with the other admins' help, decide on winners. High positions don't count toward your character tally so there's no need to worry about not having room if they are accepted.

I would like for these cats to be active, realistic, and not mary-sues. They need to be of the appropriate age as well; I don't want 15 moon old deputies left to take over a Clan. That's right, Fernstar is on her last two lives and she is likely to die IC, that means whoever is WindClan's deputy is able to become leader. So I will be taking extra consideration into the choices.

Post bios here and good luck to all those who enter![/size]

[Heathclaw]

Name: Redfang
Gender: Tom
Age: 51 moons
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Deputy
Apprentice: None, open
Love Interest: His mate was Cloudfur. (But that's a secret. Shh.). Not open.
Kin:

Firekit; brother- deceased- NPC
Sparrowtail; mother- deceased- NPC
Stoneclaw; father- deceased- NPC
Rustlepelt; son- deceased. - NPC
Breezeflower; daughter-in-law. - NPC
Heathkit; grandkit. - Heathclaw
Description:

Redfang looks a bit different than the generic, stream-lined WindClan cat. His fur is a solid red, true to his name, and is longer and bushier than those of most cats, which gives him a fluffed out appearance, complete with bottlebrush tail. This also makes him look bigger than he really is, giving the impression that he's built more ThunderClan than WindClan. Of course, if any cat said that, they'd be liable to have their nose slashed off. When his fur gets stuck to his skin, i.e., when it's muddy or raining, one can clearly note his sleek WindClan build.

As an experienced warrior, Redfang has a whole network of muscles and scars underneath all of that fur, mementos from moons of training and combat. His worst scar is a triple-claw mark across the belly, although he swears that the other cat got the worst of it.

Moving onto the face, past a regal ruff of fur around the neck, and we come across a strong jaw, laden with large, powerful teeth, (He's not called Redfang for nothing, you know) a strong muzzle, and a pair of gold eyes that can be noble and kind one minute, and burning with fiery rage the next.

Personality:

Redfang's loyalty to his Clan is paramount. Indeed, he would like nothing better than to see WindClan rise to be the greatest of the four clans, and he puts his all into achieving this goal. He is the cat that will run a hunt just as willingly in pouring rain as in sunshine, the cat that rips through the enemy at the forefront of every battle, the cat that sends quivers down the spine of every apprentice.

To Redfang, adherence to the Warrior Code is a point of pride for him, and he has a tendency to look down upon those who break this code. Of course, if there was ever a conflict between the code and his clan, he knows where his sympathies would lie in a heartbeat.

If there's one thing that Redfang cannot stand, it's weakness. This stems from a belief that every single cat in his clan has the potential for greatness if they work hard enough. This, combined with his brusque, direct nature, and his fondness of using tough love during training, makes him the mentor that most apprentices dread to receive.

And yet... there is more to this cat than you'd first expect. For all his apparent pride and aggression, the lives of his clanmates are vital to him- he would never willingly do anything to put them in mortal danger. He's racked with guilt on the inside whenever a clanmate is lost in battle under his command, which motivates him to train ever harder to make sure such a thing never happens again. The greatest bombshell that ever struck this cat was losing his son, Rustlepelt, in a border dispute gone wrong. On top of that, he has problems with intimacy and expressing his emotions.

History:

51 moons B.B: Redkit and Firekit are born.
50 moons B.B.: Firekit dies of illness.
45 moons B.B.: Redkit becomes Redpaw, Stoneclaw’s apprentice.
42 moons B.B.: Sparrowtail dies in combat.
39 moons B.B.: Redpaw become a warrior, Redfang.
33 moons B.B.: Stoneclaw dies of an infected wound.
30 moons B.B.: Redfang picks Cloudfur as his mate. The two meet discreetly.
27 moons B.B.: Redfang’s son, Rustlekit is born.
6 moons B.B.: Rustlepelt is killed in a border dispute. His son, Heathkit, is born. Cloudfur leaves Redfang.
0 moons B.B.: Redfang becomes Deputy of WindClan.

Redkit was born at the beginning of Greenleaf to Sparrowtail and Stoneclaw, as the bigger kit in a litter of two. Unfortunately, due to a misdiagnosed illness, his smaller sibling never made it past his first moon. The couple hid their grief at the loss of their kit, and decided instead to focus all of their energies into making young Redkit the best warrior that he could be.

From his second moon onwards, Redkit’s life was highly regimented. He was allowed to play with other kits, but only if their games helped train the skills he needed later in his life. Otherwise, his mother, Sparrowtail, would call him over to her and drill him in the warrior code, or come up with some more suitable game to play. Even so, she treated him with the warmth that only a mother could, and Redkit grew up as a happy kit.

Then, at six moons, he was apprenticed… to his father, Stoneclaw. If there was any concern that Stoneclaw would go easy on his kit, it was quashed in the first weeks- it was common knowledge that Stoneclaw didn’t know how to go easy on anyone. His training methods were harsh and demanding- he rarely gave praise, and was quick with criticism. In addition to that, his demands would veer upon the unreasonable- he’d push Redpaw to do things that were just a bit above what he could handle. The apprentice was never in any real danger, of course, and he improved at a prodigious pace, but he spent his apprenticeship resenting his mentor, doubly so because his father was his tormenter.

Then, the day came when everything changed, the day when his mother died. Or, to be precise, the day when she was killed in battle. When they brought her body back, Stoneclaw’s face was expressionless. He sat through the vigil in shaken silence, straight through the night. Redpaw, on the other hand, was bawling his eyes out.

The next day, Stoneclaw started training Redpaw even harder than before, much to the apprentice’s outrage.

“Mom just died! How can you get straight back to training as if nothing even happened? Don’t you care?!”

The words leapt out of his mouth before he could stop him. Stoneclaw stared at his son, looking like he’d been slashed across the face. And then, the iron façade came crashing down.

“Of course I care. I care more than you’ll ever know. Apart from you, she was my everything. But she’s in StarClan now, and I still have you. And I don’t intend on letting any cat kill you. And if that means I have to beat the living daylights out of you in training to make you a top-notch warrior, then that’s what I’ll do. Because you can take it. You’re my son.”

From that day on, relationships between Redpaw and his father became less strained. There were still moments when they were at each other’s throats, but they were much less common, and Stoneclaw could not have been prouder than when Redpaw became Redfang. Stoneclaw died six moons later, due to an infected wound, ironically enough. His last request to Redfang was to make him proud.

Moons passed. Redfang took his father’s words to heart, and started making a name for himself as a fighter and a hunter, with the ultimate goal of becoming Deputy or Clan leader some day. However, he’d never been trained in socialization, and he was emotionally distant from most of his clanmates. That was until he met Cloudfur, the one tortoiseshell she-cat that captured his attention, and eventually his heart. Their interactions always occurred away from the rest of the clan, and one day, Redfang realized that she was expecting kits.

Two things popped into his mind at that. He knew that he wanted to mentor the kit, and he also decided that he didn’t want the kit to endure the baggage that he had by being trained by his father. To that end, he convinced Cloudfur to hide who the father was, which took some doing. It was his conviction that it would be best for the kit that won her over.

It wasn’t. Rustlepaw lacked discipline, and grew up to be impulsive, angry, and a total loose cannon, despite Redfang’s attempts to reign him in. It all came to a head during a border dispute many moons later, when Rustlepelt jumped the gun, crossing the border to attack a RiverClan cat, and wound up getting ripped to pieces, despite Redfang’s intervention, which came seconds too late.

Cloudfur came up to him that night and told him that Rustlepelt's behavior was the direct result of his anger at being "unwanted" by his father, and a determination to prove to that cat, whoever he was, that he was worthy to be his son. She then turned and walked out of his life, not wanting anything to do with him again.

To this day, Redfang has considered his handling of his kit to be his greatest failure. He buried the guilt by throwing himself into his warrior work, and has never entertained thoughts of having another kit. However, he has tried to make amends by filling in as the temporary father figure for his kit's kit, so that Heathpaw doesn't turn out like Rustlepelt.

Other: If anyone would like to play Cloudfur, please, let me know.

Roleplay Example:

"Again. Run the set again." said Redfang quietly, watching his latest apprentice with attentive eyes. She was a stubborn one, she was, and proud, but she was starting to break down.

The apprentice, a cream-colored she-cat named Dovepaw, turned to face her mentor, panting. "I- I can't, Redfang. I can hardl-"

"You will run the set again!" Redfang snapped. "Do it, or I'll come in there and make you do it. NOW!"

Groaning, the Dovepaw got back onto her paws and went through the defensive set again, going through a sequence of hops, leaps, and runs that covered the whole area.

"Alright, stop," meowed Redfang, as Dovepaw completed a double roll. The young cat looked up, hoping for relief...

"You're still too slow. Run the set again, and this time, I'm jumping in to motivate you."

"Wha-"

"GO!"

Redfang leaped forward, swiping at his apprentice with heavy paws, pushing her through the motions that he'd taught her. The adrenaline spike allowed the young cat to keep up at first, but his attacks began brushing closer and closer... Finally, she jumped over him, and turned to see a paw descending on her head. With no time to run, she braced herself for the impact...

It didn't come.

"It's not that fun anymore, is it?" asked Redfang. He was perfectly calm now, back in the sitting position that he'd been in at the start of training. "If I'd been a warrior from another Clan, you'd probably be dead right now. What's the lesson here, Dovepaw?"

"Nev-Never give up," she panted, looking up at Redfang resentfully.

"No. Never get yourself in over your head." Dovepaw's eyes widened in surprise as his mentor walked over to her and touched his tail-tip to her shoulder. "You're a strong cat, Dovepaw- you'd have to be to have put up with this kind of abuse so far. You're ready to become a warrior soon, but remember that you're not invincible. Don't ever think you are- the last thing that I want to do is lose one of my apprentices." Never. Never again.

"Now, get up. We're going back to camp- I think you deserve a big juicy rabbit and a nice rest after today."

He let her lead the way, letting his mind wander as he followed her footsteps. Dovepaw was strong-willed, but at least she listened. Perhaps... if he'd have listened... Redfang shook his head. What was done was done.

[stormheart]

Name: Stormheart
Gender: She-cat
Age: 70 moons
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Apprentice: Unknown
Love Interest: None;Forbidden
Kin:
Foxfang [Father; Deceased]
Frostpelt [Mother; Region Unknown]
Ravenclaw [Brother; Region Unknown]
Description:

Stormheart is a blind cat. One which has cursed her when she was very young, for a reason unknown. She tries to make the best of it and use her other senses to help get around, which helps wonderfully. Hey eyes are a bright, aqua but dulled blue, which shows her condition. Her fur is a snowy white, followed by the mixture of light and dark gray around her whole body in different patterns. It shows most in her paws and tail, a pattern that had developed over the years of her birth. From small little speckles and stripes to a lovely pattern.
Personality:

Stormheart is a very kind and caring creature. She is always willing to help out everyone in the clan in some shape or form. She is always the type to try new things, ones that she is allowed to do around the territory. She is the exciting type, always loving to explore.

Despite all this she likes to stay calm, especially around camp and around the leader. She is fairly old, being wise and gentle. Her teaching methods to others could seem like odd, but they work almost one-hundred percent of the time. She would always like others to be happy around the camp, getting the same share and feel equally important than anyone else.
History:
-In Construction- [Had to go]
Other:
-In Construction-
Roleplay Example:
-In Construction-

[Icy-son]

Name:
Icewhisker

Gender:
She-cat

Age:
59 moons

Clan:
WindClan

Rank:
Medicine Cat

Apprentice:
N/A

Love Interest:
Forbidden

Kin:
Zelfric, father, loner; former kittypet
Ash-heart, mother, NPC

Description:
Icewhisker seems to be a medium-sized she-cat, but she is has a thin frame, just a little more fur than the average WindClan warrior. From her father, she recieved the blood of a mixed kittypet. Her body is patched with white all over her. Her eyes are extremely light and icy blue. Her fur is course and thick, running vertically instead of diagonally. Her whiskers are long and fine, like thin white claws in leaf-bare. Her nose seems like a dark and frozen sense, but truth be told, it was naturally that coloration.

Personality:
She can sense very slight objects, and turn to snap at them. Yeah, she is extremely tempermental towards her Clanmates, and when she recieves her apprentice, the young cat better watch his or her back. She tends to be very tense in difficult situations, like when she helps heal her Clanmates. Pressure absorbs in her mind, and she takes it out on older warriors, mostly toms. She is the type that would never like any tom, no matter her rank.

She has a sweeter side, mostly from her old kittypet father's nature. She resents her behavoir towards kits, and becomes sour as a grape afterwards. She loves herbs and all their uses, for they help the Clan on the moors from deadly diseases.

Another side most cats cannot see is the fact she enjoys being alone. To her mind, she has been alone in the medicine clearing since she was a recently made, full medicine cat. That was a while ago, and ever since then, she has been alone. She does not seem to care about the healthy, uninjured cats, sharing rabbits by the fresh kill pile. No, she enjoys fetching a peice of prey, then returning to her supplies.

History:
Lil' Icewhisker was not born as a pure-blood Clan warrior, but as the only kit of Ashheart and Zelfric, a she-cat warrior and loner, a former kittypet from the mountains. She was named Ice at birth for her mostly white pelt, even though she had gray spots all over her body and face. Her mother and father raised her for a moon, when her father died from an enemy warrior in ThunderClan. Ice was heartbroken, barely knowing Zelfric's care for the young kit.

Ashheart brought her to WindClan soon after, and the Clan was perplexed. They knew that the she-cat warrior carried kits, but they didn't know that she delivered already. She was brought into the Clan as Icekit, even though she had light gray and white pelt. She grew up knowing very few cats, since none bothered speaking to the previous rogue.

The day came, and she had a choice to her apprenticeship. Go off in the deep mysteries of a medicine cat, or to become a warrior. She had a tough time sleeping, but in the early mist of dawn, she chose the path of herbs. She was named Icepaw, and was apprenticed to Blueberry, a dark blue-gray she-cat who was sweet and nuturing. Conflict occurred between the two, but no one thought anything of it. Blueberry had her way of doing things, and so did Icepaw. In training, her mentor's softness got in the way, and she had to do something. Something to make the medicine cat more aggressive.

Hatred flared even worse towards Blueberry for falling deeply in love with a tom, Blacktooth. Only Icepaw knew about her secret, and threatened her to stop seeing him at night or she would tell the Clan. They argued strongly, and she faked a plea for her to stop.

Blueberry didn't stop, and soon she was carrying his kits.

Icepaw was furious, more than that, in pure rage. She argued with the medicine cat that the whole Clan would know soon, and the dark gray she-cat agreed. At the next half-moon, she gave Icepaw her full name, Icewhisker. Her attitude towards her was deeply covered, and pretended to enjoy that night.

The next day, Blueberry announced she was having Blacktooth's kits, and decided to abandon her medicine cat duties for good. Icewhisker was given the burdon of being the sole medicine cat at an early age, and she was mostly ticked off. She delivered Blueberry's kits with ease, and many more litters after that. She was still haunted by her history of being half kittypet, but she showed WindClan that she was loyal to the bone.

Other:
59 moons ago: Ice was born
58 moons ago: Zelfric dies, Ice brought to WindClan
53 moons ago: Icekit become medicine cat apprentice
45 moons ago: Blueberry falls in love with Blacktooth
40 moons ago: Icepaw becomes Icewhisker; Blueberry retires to become a queen
Currently: Icewhisker is only medicine cat of WindClan

Roleplay Example:
The night was extrememly dark and hollow to a certain she-cat's senses, as she could tell by the snoring and padding towards the dens as dawn was coming on strong. She had to act fast, and as she stepped out of the entrance, she could tell that her mentor followed these very steps. Another scent was mingled with the medicine cat's. Blacktooth! Icepaw thought, her neck fur bristling.

Her mentor was seeing him again! That two-timing traitor to WindClan!

She kept up the pace through the moors, scenting a few rabbits, muffled with blood. What was happening? She began to dash with the WindClan blood flowing inside, and heard yowls for help.

"Someone! Blacktooth is hurt!" she heard, and Icepaw was at the top of the hills, and the salty scent overwhelmed her greatly. "Coming Blueberry!" she called, and dashed down the slope.

Oh, StarClan! Please don't tell me I'm too late! she thought, as the red liquid seemed to lap at her paws.

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[Yellowstar]

Edited. I'm sorry for my outburst, forgive me, guys. v.v And good luck to everyone who tried out.

[Icy-son]

Alright, I can change Icewhisker to not be blind. And the rest of the problems.

[Yellowstar]

That would be much loved, Icy. <3

[Yellowstar]

Thanks to everyone who tried out for a high position in WindClan. Although I only have one profile for deputy, I'm happy to say that Redfang will make a fine deputy. Congratulations to Heath. ^^

As for medicine cat, I've decided to postpone the date further. Stormheart's bio is not yet completed and Icewhisker's still needs some work. *pokes Icy* It still mentions her blindness in her personality and history, and I'd like a little more detail about why she and her mentor hated each other so much. Lastly, it says her nose turned black from the cold. Unless you intend this to mean that she has frostbite and lost her sense of smell, I suggest changing it to saying her nose is naturally that color.

Seeing as I wont be on much these next couple of days and then going on vacation, results for medicine cat will have to wait until I get back on Saturday.

[Yellowstar]

Alright, I'm happy to announce that auditions have closed, and WindClan's medicine cat shall be Icewhisker!

[/u] Congratulations to Icy. x3[/blockquote][/size]