RAINCLAN LEADER xx [closed]

[x december]

This is where you must post if you would like to audition for the position of RainClan leader. You must be a good roleplayer; the best biography will be chosen as the winner. To audition just post your biography here, using the usaul form.

Good luck.
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[..::Mist::..]

You ask me my name, it is:
Mistpelt{star}

I am:
47 moons old

Am faithful only to:
RainClan

I am and always shall be:
a tom

I am proud to be:
leader

See how I act:
Mistpelt is more on the serious side, he doesn't like it when others fool around, especially when there are things to get done, which is all the time for him. There is always something to be done in his eyes, something to be begun or something to be redone but better. He is very industrious, always has been, and doesn't like to sit still. His paws are always itching for something to do, anything. He is brave and adventurous, loving a challenge and never backing down from a fight. He is fearsome in battle, throwing himself into the thickest part and fighting with all of his heart and might, no matter how hopelessly outnumbered they might be. He has a stubborn streak, making hard, if not impossible, to change his mind once he has decided on something. He takes his time making decisions, calculating every possible thing before deciding on something. He listens to others opinions but always goes with what he thinks is best for him and his clan in the end. He isn't the most patient cat, getting irritated with cats when they don't keep up with his quick mind, for he is very clever indeed, out-thinking and out-talking any cat easily. He is a born debater, swaying cats his way quickly and usually without much trouble. His voice holds a tone that demands to be listened to, though it is not harsh in any way. His whole air really is commanding, but he rules gently, not harshly. He governs his cat hoping that they would obey him out of love and not from fear. He doesn't like to be questioned and if he tells you to do something it is advisable that you do it. Though he wants his followers to obey him out of love, after asking someone nicely to do something if they don't do it he won't hesitate to give them something to urge them to do it.

See how I look:
Mistpelt is a medium shade of grey all over. It isn't dark but it definitly is not light, just right in the middle. His pelt is of a medium length also, being a little longer on his belly and chest. On his grey pelt there are crisscrosses of slightly darker grey. His stripes are much like a tiger's, though not nearly as prominent. They are so slight of a darker grey that many cats don't notice it unless they really look well, and even then they sometimes think that their eyes are tricking them. Nonetheless they are there, much to the pride of Mistpelt. Yes, he is rather proud of his unusual pelt, though not so much as to be annoying. Mistpelt's longer belly and chest fur is the solid grey of his base coat, bearing no stripes whatsoever.

Mistpelt's build is small, making one think that he would be easy to overpower in a fight, but if you should be unfortunate enough to fight him you would quickly change your mind. Mistpelt is very very compact, every inch of him being hardened muscle. His legs are a little on the short side, making him a little slower at running than some cats, but they are stocky and stable. His paws are wide and thick, matching the rest of his powerful body. His tail is a little on the short side, though it is not too noticably shorter than most cats. In short, Mistpelt's body, though small, is just as strong, if not stronger, than most cats.

Mistpelt's eyes are a steely grey, with the slightest bit of green flaring out from the pupil. The grey gets darker as it gets farther away from the pupil, giving his eyes a strange look. His eyes are a little larger than cats' eyes usually are. Every one of his whiskers are the same grey as most of his body, as are his claws and nose. He has a very full set of whiskers that bristle out very far. All in all, he is a rather handsome cat.

Hear the story that I hold:
Mistkit was born in RainClan to two loyal and great warriors. His parents were both very proud of him, for even though he was smaller than the others from the start, they could see that he had good leadership skills. He was always organizing groups for games or for sneaking away. He loved to lead little expeditions out into the woods, catching some prey if he could along the way. Of course his and the other kits' absences were noticed and though they talked to him about it he rarely got into big trouble, for he had the biggest most pleading eyes a kit could have. His parents had begun to worry for him, for they believed that if one didn't follow rules when they were a kit then they wouldn't when they grew up either. Well, Mistkit never heeded his parents admonishments and continued to lead groups into the woods. As he got older he began not doing it as much and soon he rarely did so, though he still planned games and mock battles in front of the nursery.

When he became an apprentice he was very excited to start his training, he became even more excited when he found that his mentor was Heatherstar, former leader of RainClan. At the beginning of his apprenticeship his mentor found that he had an annoying habit of learning things quickly, but forgetting them the very next moment. He did very well once he conquered that problem, having a naturally quick mind from the start. He easily worked his way through his lessons and did well when he was on hunting duty. He loved being able to do something for his clan, provide for them, it was how he was built, staying still just didn't appeal to him. The only bad thing about this period was that since he had more to do, he didn't like sitting still as much which meant he didn't like to clean him pelt. He thought it unnescessary and tiresome, and surely there were more important things to do?! Well, his mentor had to admonish him many times to 'sit down and wash your pelt', and finally his mentor pulled out the secret weapon, he said that if Mistpaw didn't wash himself he wouldn't be allowed to train. Of course Mistpaw didn't believe his mentor at first but after having to miss a training he quickly learned that washing his pelt was very important.

Becoming a warrior was the proudest day of Mistpelt's life ever. The sky was clear but the air was crisp as he stood silently gaurding the camp that night. That night the first snow fell, bright and beautiful. Mistpelt didn't mind the coolness of the air, or the chilling wetness that soaked into his fluffed up pelt, he was warm on the inside with pride so large that it couldn't be concealed if he had tried to conceal it. He sat his vigil with a beaming face, tail curled tightly around his paws. In the morning he was so stiff he could barely move when he was sent to the warriors den to rest. But he was a warrior, and that was all that mattered to him now. He was a warrior for many moons, proving himself to be a great asset more than once, his fierceness in battle was well known. He became a mentor and was quite proud to be one, training Sootpaw well.

So when the deputy of RainClan retired Mistpelt was appointed as next deputy, which quicklky become his second proudest day. This was his dream, helping his clan even more by being a deputy. Not long after becoming deputy a war broke out, clans met in fierce battle after fierce battle, neither backing down and neither winning. There was one last terrible struggle and then RainClan's leader fell. The other clan had won, but just barely, both sides were horribly wounded and many had died. Mistpelt had fought as bravely as he always had and was nearly dead in the medicine cats den when news came that the leader had fallen. Mistpelt was crestfallen, being sure that he could have prevented it had he been on the battle field. It took a good while before he could recover from that blow. Of course though the clan expected him to become leader. He felt that he couldn't take it at first, being sure that it was his fault that the leader had died, but after his friends talked to him about it and after the medicine cat recieved a dream confirming that Mistpelt should become leader, he accepted the position, being just as determined as always to work for his clan.

An example of me:
Mistpelt slipped through the forest, crawling under a bush and stirring up the blanket of leaves beneath him. He wrinkled his nose in disgust at the bitter smell that he could almost taste. He pulled himself the rest of the way out from under the bush and shook himself, glancing over his shoulder and sneezing a little. I hate that smell, I don't know why I decided to take that short cut.

He put an ear back and then jumped to attention as he heard the trill of a bird high over him, glancing up and saw the little creature sitting happily in a high branch. Mistpelt grinned grimly to himself as he began climbing the tree, his claws digging deeply into the trunk as he lifted his small body up higher and higher. He carefully pulled himself onto the same branch that the bird was on. He crouched and carefully brought himself nearer to his quarry, whiskers twitching in excitement. At the last minute the bird spotted him and took flight. Mistpelt leaped at it and easily caught it. The small bird went limp as he bit down on it but then he realized something, he was in the air with nothing to catch onto to stop his desent.

He could nearly hear his mentor's "I told you so." as he let out a startled yowl and crashed into the icy waters below. He stuck his ears back and bit stubbornly onto his prey, refusing to let it go, even as he realized something else, the current here was much stronger than he had thought. He tensed immediately and of course he was plunged under the water. His quick mind put the things together and he forced his muscles to go limp so and he easily returned to the surface, spluttering by alive. He smiled to himself, though he was nearly frozen by this time. After a little while he felt his paws hit the pebbly bottom of the stream he breathed a sigh of relief and headed back to camp after giving himself a good shake to get most of the water out of his pelt.

As he neared the camp his keen ears caught the sound of fighting cats, and then his nostrils twitched as the metallic scent of blood hit the roof of his mouth. He dropped his sparrow and dodged forward. As he crashed into the clearing he saw strange cats fighting his clanmates! He let out a growl that was more like a roar, and threw himself at the nearest cat. The cat had clearly not expected him to be as strong as he was and Mistpelt raked his claws against its belly, leaving bloody furrows as his claws left the cat's skin. The cat screeched and dashed away as Mistpelt let him up. Mistpelt looked up and charged toward another cat who was fighting his mother, who was a small cat like Mistpelt, but without the muscle. He attacked him and found that this one was a well seasoned warrior. They rolled over and over, hissing and spitting and trying to get an advantage against the other. Mistpelt shot his head forward after receiving a nasty scratch on his shoulder and clamped down on the other's face. He let out a loud howl as he felt pain lance up his tongue as it was bit down on. It hurt yes, but he didn't let go, instead biting down harder and harder, know that the other cat would begin having trouble breathing sooner or later. Eventually what Mistpelt had predicted came true, and the cat let go of his tongue and ripped himself away, charging away from the camp at full speed. Mistpelt shook his spinning head and stumbled as he felt himself grow dizzy. As his head cleared he glanced around and saw the attacking cats disperse. He sat down with a plop, panting hard. They had won this battle.

A moon passed and a war still raged between the two clans, Mistpelt and his leader still ran strong. They and their warriors were marching to what everyone hoped would be the last battle, for both sides were tiring of the blood and pain of war. Mistpelt blinked as rain began pouring from the sky. He glared up at it before setting his jaw and continuing on. The battles that he had been through had not left him unscathed, he had more than one painful scratch, and though they had a wonderful medicine cat, they would still hurt at times. He plodded on, ignoring the throbbing of his wounds. Why was it so quiet? It was never this quiet, even the birds had ceased their noisy chatter. Mistpelt flicked an ear suspiciously and glanced to the side just in time to be bowled over by another tom, this one much larger than him. Pain erupted in the back of his head as he hit the ground hard and all went black.

Mistpelt awoke in the medicine cats den, he had been dragged back here after he had been knocked out by the attacking tom. He tried to rise but the world swirled in front of him like a disturbed pool of water. He laid back down and closed his eyes, trying to stop the spinning ground. He looked up as he heard heavy breathing and saw a cat in the doorway. 'Sootfoot?' he rasped, his throat hurt him badly at each breath and speaking made it seem almost unbearable. The cat at the entrance looked from Mistpelt to the medicine cat and then spoke in a dark, grim tone, 'Heatherstar is dead.' Mistpelt jumped as if he had been electricuted. 'Dead?!' he yowled, not feeling the pain now. 'She can't be! She...' His eyes rolled up in his head as darkness took him again.

Many days he lay, unconscious and delerious, calling out in the night, 'It's my fault! It's my fault' The medicine cat was at her wits end by this time but one night as he was calling out he suddenly fell silent. He could see something, a white form, coming toward him. It changed color from white, to red, to orange striped. 'Heatherstar! he croaked as she bent to touch his forehead. 'Mistpelt, my death was not your fault, you must rise, take my place as leader, you have the skills... rise.' As she faded Mistpelt felt the pain leave his body, he cracked an eye open and then sighed, still depressed by Heathermist's death but feeling better. He was still unsure though, what if it had just been a dream? Somehow he didn't think so. He looked up and saw the medicine cat, Mintbreath, standing over him. 'Mistpelt. I'm glad you're awake. I have had a message from StarClan. You are to be next leader.' Mistpelt nodded weakly.

'I accept, I will rise.'

Those I know and knew:
Heatherstar~former leader and mentor{dead-war}
Sootpaw~former apprentice
Falconcall~father
Willowwhisp~mother

[&& oleander]

Seek and you shall find Celestialstar

Blessed are those who are Female

Wisdom as part of a journey of 40 Moons

Chosen to come forth in Rain

Honored by those who follow a Leader

You notice at first glance A medium-sized silver and white tabby femme with mysterious hazel eyes

Find and you shall seek once more
Only a mockingbird can repeat the notes of its song

Celestialstar's short and soft pelt is very sleek, like smooth velvet. Her body is like a horse. The “saddle” part riding her back and up to her face like a mask is a bright silvery-gray tone, like the heavenly bodies for which she was named. This silver fades away to become pure white on her chest, belly, legs, and underside of the tail. Splatters of pitch spray over Celestialstar pelt and imprints on her forehead to become the tabby marking. On her spine there is a firm line of black that randomly intersperses with silver until the tip of her tail, which is all black with some fine white hairs. Celestialstar is a medium-sized cat and thus, her paws are small. Her long, slender legs that call the males and propel this female are attached to those lethal claw-holding paws and firm shoulders that are strong despite her slender shape. Her spine leads down to a willowy tail and up to a slender neck that possesses a pretty face.

Her face makes her look young for her age, but her eyes show wisdom beyond her years and those can’t even be described as a single, simple color. Celestialstar's eyes sit above her white muzzle and rimmed in black. They are a fine green color inlaid with silver and gold foil. However, they are also splattered with strange shimmers of grayish-green and bluish-green. These dark eyes hold secrets and have witnessed more things that anyone should have to bear.

We gather here today to witness
Lavapelt's, Woodthrush's, and Yellowwood's deaths profoundly changed Celestialstar, and she adopted many of her friend’s traits. One such trait was Woodthrush's concept of teamwork, which is most clearly seen in the way Celestialstar mentored Serpenthaze. Celestialstar also inherits Lavapelt's chronic tardiness, due primarily to losing track of time during her frequent visits to her memorial site for them, where her Clanmates were killed. Ironically, this very habit is one that Celestialpaw was often annoyed at Lavapaw about. Lavapaw was supposedly late to training due to always hanging out with the queens and elders.

Despite these changes, some of Celestialstar's previous personality remains. She is fairly dispassionate compared to apprentices and fellow warriors, almost never showing emotion. She often says things that sound harsh but mean well. While Celestialstar is willing to help others, she remains somewhat aloof and unwilling to let anyone get too close to her, noting that she no longer has anyone important to her except for the Clan.

Celestialstar's personal life appears to be as much of a mystery as the depths beyond her eyes. She has no living family, or at least none she cares to acknowledge, and she's confirmed that everyone she loves is already dead. She is immediately recognizable as the daughter of (or mistaken for) her father. It was rumored that Serpenthaze spent the entire day trying to determine the exact color of her eyes. She tells him they are green, only to have them shimmer blue and then gray as she turns away, suggesting that her eyes (or rather, their secrets), like much of the rest of her personality, is something she does not readily share.

Celestialstar has an ongoing, albeit slightly one-sided, rivalry with Serpenthaze, with Serpenthaze constantly proclaiming that Celestialstar is his rival and mentor (because he wants to be better than her one day), and considering his and Celestialstar's children or following apprentices rivals. Celestialstar, on the other hand, seems indifferent to their rivalry, which annoys Serpenhaze (comically) to no end. Serpenthaze randomly challenges Celestialstar to random contests of skill, and Serpenhaze has acquired a record of 99 losses and 100 wins in doing so. Given that the contests that make up this figure are so varied (ranging from making the biggest leaf pile to who can bring in the most kill), this is not much of an achievement on Serpenthaze's part. Nevertheless, Serpenthaze is proud of his “record“.

Here, by our ancestors, are no lies
Like her father, Mountaingale, Celestialstar is considered a genius cat, becoming an apprentice at four moons and a warrior at nine. A few years after these accomplishments, Celestialstar's father was disgraced by the Clan for abandoning a mission in favor of saving his comrades, which cost RainClan dearly. Deeply ashamed and ostracized even by those he had saved, her father committed suicide, leaving Celestialpaw to bear witness to the event. After her father's suicide, Celestialpaw began to adhere strictly to the rules of the Clan – in particular, her own vow dictating that the success of the Clan must come before the well being of one's Clanmates, causing her to become arrogant, humorless, and by-the-book.

At the age 9 moons, Celestialmoon achieved warrior status. As a reward for her accomplishment, she was assigned to lead a group on a mission to flush out a fox den. Shortly after the mission started, Celestialmoon's Clanmate, Lavapelt was trapped in the fox den. Celestialmoon's other Clanmates, Woodthrush and Yellowwood, immediately stated their intentions to save Lavapelt, but Celestialmoon said they had to focus on completing the mission, opting not to make the same mistake her father had. Though Celestialmoon believed that they had to complete their objective and they parted ways [Celestialmoon went to go kill a fox and the two others went to go safe Lavapelt], a little reflection on Yellowwood's words and Lavapelt's prior kindness eventually convinced her that her father had done the right thing in saving his Clanmates. This revelation prompted Celestialmoon to turn back to join Yellowwood and Woodthrush in the rescue effort, although she initially claims that she did not believe Yellowwood could survive on her own—a statement that is more or less supported by how her arrival coincided with saving her oblivious friend from a fox attack.

During their attempt to save Lavapelt, Woodthrush lost his life as a result of taking a fox attack for Celestialmoon. To protect Celestialmoon as well, Yellowwood managed to kill the fox. Soon after saving Lavapelt, another fox came and struck Celestialmoon. She would have been ripped apart beneath the claws had Lavapelt not pushed her out of the way, getting her body shredded. Celestialmoon avenged her friends by killing the foxes, bringing the Celestialstar of today into being.

Moons later, Celestialmoon grew up and matured as a successful warrior instead of a snobby one. During this time, she had an apprentice by the name of Serpentpaw, who became Serpenthaze. Because of her bravery, loyalty, and perseverance, Celestialmoon was deemed deputy of her Clan when she became Serpentpaw's mentor. Over time, she began to take care of her Clan's leader, Brinestar, who kept coming down with Greencough and chills at the most inopportune moments. Celestialmoon had to go to Clan meetings in Brinestar's stead. None of the other cats were surprised when, at the next meeting, Celestialmoon was now Celestialstar. She came home to a grieving Clan that buried Brinestar, but now honored Celestialstar as the new leader of RainClan.

I hath sinneth, I hath repenteth
Light glimmered faintly along the sheets of bluegrass in the distance. The wind was picking up, whistling along the serpentine air currents that wound through the snowy grass. It called. It sought her.

Celestialmoon had paused under the shade of Russian sage, glancing at the moonlit grass. The gales whipped up the snow and grass, pushing it aside as silver feline shapes came forward, meowing at her graciously. The silver-toned tabby bowed her head and came forward on delicate paws. "I came here in place of Brinestar. He has lost his last life," the she-cat said quietly, her long, white and silver tail curling around her paws as she paused again for her commands.

The other cats smiled hauntingly at her and turned, beckoning her with sibilant words she couldn't understand. Her hazel eyes twinkled in the light of the crescent moon above. Silverpelt shone brighter tonight, un-eclipsed by clouds of stringy grays and blues. The aurora was nowhere to be seen. Celestialmoon came forward into the canopy of tall grass that shook like cold kits.

When they finally arrived at the destination, Celestialmoon was told to wait by the obsidian spire poking an ox-length high out of the ice. The shiny black rock glittered like a rogue's hungry eye in the moon's caressing embrace of cool serenity.

The cats appeared again. They called. They sought her. So thus she entered the presence of StarClan. "Celestialmoon, step forward." She obeyed with a dip of her head as she entered the large icicle-laden cavern beyond the obsidian spire. Nine cats awaited her there. Mountaingale came forward with a smile.

"I give you the gift of strength, both inner and outer, to defend our home," her father said quietly, his blue-gray features lost in his silvery aura that accompanied all the StarClan cats. Celestialmoon accepted it with a smile, along with the others. Lavapelt. Woodthrush. Brinestar. Yellowwood. Cyclonepaw. Pinestar. Starlingstreak. Poisoncurse. Hauntedgaze. Ones who had died before and after the trip here. She accepted them all in calm, poised solemnity.

"Then we, as StarClan, do accept you into our ranks, Celestialstar," they said unanimously.

Celestialstar...
Celestial...
Celest...
Cele...
It faded into nothingness upon the vigil of her return. They had called. They had sought her. She had come...

Treat our brethren as such
Mountaingale=Father (deceased) [suicide]
Starlingstreak=Mother (deceased) [blackcough]
Cyclonepaw=Sister (deceased) [blackcough]
Hauntedgaze=Brother (deceased) [starvation]
Crescentwave=Sister
Serpenthaze=former apprentice
Poisoncurse=mentor (deceased) [starvation]

What should be more? none

StarClan's whisperings ((For some reason, I can't find it o.o;;; ))

[xx skylark]

I'm gonna audition, gotta finish the bio, though. =]

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[xx skylark]

caught in the moment xx

Everyone calls me Azurestar [Azuregaze]
I've been called a tom
I've been alive 50 moons
I stay loyal to Rainclan
Everyone looks at me like I'm a leader
Look at me for a moment; A large blue-gray tom with long fur and watery blue eyes.

I smile brightly; at your eager face;

The first thing you notice about Azurestar is that he is quite large. While he is quite big-boned in general, he has a large muscle mass. He looks like he could knock you over if he touched you. Of course, he is mostly quite the contrary.

The next thing you notice about Azurestar is his fur. When he was young, his fur was a rich blue gray color. Now, though, as he has aged, his fur has begun to gain a silvery tinge, especially around his face. This, some same, just makes him more handsome. Azurestar always smiles when some comments on that. His fur, also, is very thick. He always grooms his fur, not to impress anyone, but otherwise it would
get severe knots.

Then you would notice his eyes. They match his blue gray pelt. They are colored a watery blue, a surprising gentle feature of his that puts anyone at ease when they are talking to him. His mate, Lilyfall, always jokes that she loved him because of his eyes. And again Azurestar would just smile and laugh.

And that's when you notice everything else; his compact muscles. His gentle, large paws. His long claws [for battling only]. His long, thick, plumy tail. His triangular face and sharp, his slightly crooked jawline. It all comes together to form him, Azurestar.

I laugh at your silly jokes;

Azurestar, even though he looks like he could knock you over without a single thought, is the opposite. He is very gentle. He talks quietly, with a soft air. His soft attitude puts his clanners at ease when they talk to him about anything.

But Azurestar has another side, an attitude that fits his size. In battle, he is vicious againest enemies. It doesn't take long to send an enemy flying for the bushes, covered in scratches. This goes to show he is very loyal to his clan, and would sacrifice all his lives for anyone of them. Not many would want to meet him in battle, because he causes damage.

He also has a commanding side, which he uses when commanding orders to his clan. When he puts on this side, everyone obeys without arguing.

Can't you see; this side of me?;...

Azurestar's history is fairly okay, with a few dent and one impression He was born in Rainclan, to his mother Rainshower and father Elmbark. He grew up with siblings Autumnkit, Ramkit, and Deerkit. He had always been the biggest kit in his litter, and at the time, the whole nursery. Before he knew how to control his bulk, Azurekit often hurt his fellow kits on accident, when he put too much weight on them when he playfought. One of the other queens in the nursery at the time had even banned her kits from playing with him, because her ktis kept complaining that he hurt them. Even after that, he was never ashamed, and his parents never seemed to be embarassed by him.

When he became an apprentice, he was assigned the mentor Oceanbreeze. She was a beautiful, young ivory she-cat who acted opposite her looks. Her looks said that she was gentle, loving, quiet. She actually was fierce, swift, headstrong. She trained him hard, and Azurestar says now that she's the one he takes after when he fights in battle. At first he didn't like her much, but he grew to like her, and know her more than anyone else did. Sometimes, they would talk to each, and express each other's feelings. Oceanbreeze told Azurepaw that she often had a couple of toms falling for her, but she never did anything more than flirt because she was still getting over her first love, who she left behind when she didn't want to be a rogue anymore. Azurepaw told her about how he felt he needed to be the best apprentice, because some of the old queens still looked at him like he was a threat. As Azurepaw became closer to his warrior ceremony, they both grew more intimate. But on the day of his warrior ceremony, Oceanbreeze was killed by a rogue that had found her on hunting patrol. She put up a good fight, but it killed her anyway before running off. Azurepaw grieved terribly, because he carried a deep secret: At the time of her death, she had been baring his kits. She had found out only that morning, and planned on hunting one more time before Azurepaw became a warrior, and before she moved into the nursery.

Azuregaze's warrior days started off glumly. After Oceanbreeze died, he because very stiff, very formal. He wasn't very friendly, even when Lilyfall, his friend since their days as kits, tried to nudge him along. Finally, one day, he embraced his pain, and started to act normally again. He became the model warrior, the one role kits fought for to play in their games. He was given an apprentice, and her name was Lovepaw. At this point, he was about 25 moons. He modeled off of the way Oceanbreeze taught him. He trained her hard, but was a little gentler, because she had a delicate nature. Around that time, he fell in love with Lilyfall, and they had kits. After Lovepaw became Lovedance, the leader of Rainclan, named Midnightstar, died of sickness. The deputy, Reedflight, stepped up. And once he recieved his nine lives, He named Azuregaze deputy. It was a great honor, but he only was deputy for 6 moons. Then, Reedstar mysteriously died, leaving Azuregaze to become leader. And ever since then, he has served his clan well.

His history does not end there. Recently, his father, Elmbark, died of old age. Rainshower, Azurestar's mother, mourned him greatly, because they had been mates for many seasons.

It's beautiful; it's wonderful;

This is an RP sample for a kit I auditioned for on WCv2. Btw, I got her =]

Ptarmigankit slowly opened her eyes. Cold daylight shone inside the nursery. Craning her neck, she saw that her white fur was aglow in the sunlight. She rolled away from it to hide the brightness.

She stood up, stretching her clumsy limbs, one by one. She looked over to her mother. She lie peacefully asleep still, and Abysskit was still curled by Featherdance's belly. Runekit must've already awoken.

She pattered outside. A couple lazy orange leaves floated by. She stopped for a moment to pounce on them. She cried out in triumph. A couple of warriors across the clearing looked at her for a moment before continuing to talk quietly. She flushed a little in embrassment.

Before she could go back to the nursery, Runekit jumped out of the ferns and surprised her. Ptarmigankit squealed loudly, and Runekit let out a loud laugh. Caught you there, sis! Ptarmigankit immediately calmed down when she recognized her sister. Oh, it's you. She gave her a smile. You scared me there for a moment.

Runekit shrugged. Then, she looked around to make sure no snooping warriors were around. She lowered her voice, and whispered. Hey, I've got a great idea! Wanna come explore the forest with me? Ptarmigankit's eyes widened. Why? We'll be able to go when we're apprentices. I'm not sure it's a good idea. What if one of us gets hurt? Then we'll be in pain, and be punished! She worriedly pawwed the ground. Please don't go.

Runekit shook her head. No! I wanna go! At least I'll have fun! Runekit dropped the snotty tone. I mean, I'm sorry you don't wanna go. Just...I'll be fine, okay?! And without another word, Runekit walked toward the camp wall, to escape for a while, leaving Ptarmigankit to look after her dissapearing form worriedly.

Now, if only you weren't blind

mother; Rainshower
father; Elmbark
sisters; Autumnleaf, Deerhoof
brother; Ram
mate; Lilyfall
kits; Sphinxpaw, Maplepaw
former mentor Oceanbreeze

[x december]

I'll wait for Skylark.

[xx skylark]

Thanks, I'll finish in a mo'.

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[xx skylark]

I finished!

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[x december]

Okay, I've decided the RainClan leader is Celestialstar. Those who auditioned, you can audition for deputy if you like, with the same character.