RAINCLAN DEPUTY xx [closed]

[&& oleander]

<sub>This is where you must post if you would like to audition for the position of RainClan deputy. You must be a good roleplayer; the best biography will be chosen as the winner. To audition just post your biography here, using the form indicated like before. You must fulfil the deputy requirements in your bio or it's an automatic disqualification. I value quality over quantity.

Good luck :3</sub>

[..::Mist::..]

You ask me my name, it is:
Mistpelt

I am:
47 moons old

Am faithful only to:
RainClan

I am and always shall be:
a tom

I am proud to be:
deputy

A line of me:
Small grey tom with slightly longer belly fur and grey eyes.

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, 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. 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 definitely 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 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.

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 but 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.

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

[xx kurisutaru]

. dubbed

Rainbowfur

. born

a she-cat

. lived

watch me_x

for 41 moons

. loyal to

RainClan

. ranked

deputy

& fade away

Named for the beautiful rainbow her mother caught sight of just as she was born, Raibowfur's name has nothing to do with her appearence. No, Rainbowfur's fur is a pale brown, the color of autumn leaves and tree bark. Sliced through it are luxurious darker brown stripes, contrasting stunningly with the rest of her pelt. Her muzzle, chest, and small paws all look as if they were dipped in white paint. Green depths are to greet you in her kind, wise eyes.

Rainbowfur can not be stereotyped as small or large, being stuck right in the middle. Her frame is bulky but her body in general can not be considered very large, although an apprentice may think otherwise. Her tiny paws barely seem to be able to hold so much of her body, but somehow they manage. Her fur is long and hangs down, tickling the ground with it's plume-like texture.

With sharp white teeth and needle-like claws, Rainbowfur is a hazard in battle, a thing she has participated in many times before. This earned her quite a few scars, unnoticable because of her long fur. The only scar to be seen clearly is the one that runs right through her left cheek - she is missing some whiskers because of that, too.

& into the dark

As pretty as she may be, Rainbowfur has a quick temper. Easily annoyed, she tends to be a little harsh on her apprentices. She is also known for her infamous grudges, often lasting over a moon. Yes, Rainbowfur has a will of iron, but it is often put to a good cause, for example, hunting in the middle of leaf-bare to get fresh-kill. The main downside to this is that she often starts fights with other Clans, and sometimes this even puts the Clan in danger. However, she usually cave in to the common sense of her leader, and, if her time comes, her deputy.

But there is a completely other side of her who can be sweet and kind, too. Call it white and black, if you may. Wise beyond her years, Rainbowfur has great potential if she were to consider what she was saying before she said it. Quick-witted, she can outsmart an enemy in battle with some difficulty. She has a good sense of humor and loves kits for their playful nature.

& as everything is forgotten

Life does not always choose to come on the most beloved of days. In fact, the cat who's story I am telling here was born on a dark, dreary day - rain pelted down, tapping out undecipherable messages on the den roof. It was then three kits were born, squirming and pushing for their mother's milk. The rain stopped and the sun shone, revealing a beautiful multicolored ark in the sky we call a rainbow. These kits were a blessing from StarClan, that could be assured.

For Rainbowfur, kithood was easy. She had it made - a well-respected father, a kindly mother, and two wonderful siblings: Nettlekit and Hawkkit, a tom and a she-cat. She always had enough to eat, her parents both loved her immensely.

Even apprenticeship started out good. Rainbowpaw was assigned a kindly mentor named Keeneye, and although he was stern, he was good-natured, too. Everything in her life had fallen perfectly into place, and it would have stayed that way - if it weren't for Amaranthfur.

Her brother Nettlepaw had been givin the vengeful tom as a mentor. Bitter that he hadn't been named deputy when the old one died, he was bent on getting revenge - and getting Nettlepaw to help. At the time, Rainbowpaw and Hawkpaw had no idea what kind of training their brother was receiving until it was too late. Nettlepaw helped Amaranthfur attack the deputy, Aldertail, in the night. Rainbowpaw's father, Condourheart, was of the first warriors to help the deputy; but he was also one of the first to die.

Nettlepaw was killed in the fight. Amaranthfur vanished; never to be heard from again. Leaflight, mother to Raibowpaw and Hawkpaw, fell into depression and eventually killed herself. Rainbowpaw was so shocked that she considered joining StarClan to be with her mother, whom she had always been close to, but Hawkpaw beaaw jut her to it - Hawkpmped into the river only days before Rainbowfur received her warrior name.

Her vigil was a solemn one, full of memories of her mother and salty tears. All of her family but one cat, her mother's sister, Azaleapelt, were dead.

As a warrior, she nearly stopped talking. Her heart was heavy with sadness that she thought no one else would understand. But then, one day, she was given an apprentice named Kindlepaw. Kindlepaw had lost both her loner parents to an angry badger, out in CloudClan territory. She had ran for cover, and stumbled upon a CloudClan hunting patrol in the process. Pitying her, they took the tiny scrap in and named her Kindlekit.

Kindlepaw was the one who showed Rainbowfur to move on. Too long she had been dwelling on the past, unlike Kindlepaw, who came to the realization that Rainbowfur could not: They're dead. There was nothing on this earth to bring them back, and wouldn't your mother and father rather watch you live a happy life than a sad one?

After Kindlepaw told her that, Rainbowfur became more secure around other cats. She stopped using her words as sparingly and eventually trained Kindlepaw to become Kindleheart, a great warrior whom everyone respected. But the thing she was most recognized for was the change she had made on her mentor.

A few moons after that, Rainbowfur fell in love with a tomcat named Fogcloud. He loved her back, and they became mates. Fogcloud always watched over Rainbowfur, and soon enough she found she was expecting a litter of kittens. But Rainbowfur's delivery time was not the best - the kits were born in the middle of a rouge attack. Fogcloud died protecting her, and the stress of losing her mate must have been too much for Rainbowfur, as her litter of two did not make it through the night.

Sad and heartbroken, Rainbowfur again stopped talking. But Kindlefoot was there for her former mentor, reminding her that her kittens were in StarClan with their father, watching over her now. This once again gave Rainbowfur new strength, and she trained her next apprentice, Steelpaw well. He became Steelslate, another good warrior.

When the previous deputy died in an accident by the river, Rainbowfur was not expecting for Stormstar to choose her to be deputy. But, lo and behold, here she is - next in line for the name Rainbowstar.

& dont look away

Bright moonlight washed the forest an unforgettable shade of silver, shining over the CloudClan camp. Although every now and then it would be covered by thick grey clouds, it still provided enough light for the cats to see. Stars shone everywhere in the sky, as if the cats of StarClan were already welcoming the new arrival.

The form of a stone-grey cat lay limp in the clearing, and around the bulky cat's shell of a body crouched several other cats. One, a pale brown tabby, had been there all night. Though her body felt tight and uncomfortable, the unbearable sadness in her heart had made her stay, as if her love for this cat could maybe keep his spirit here for a little while longer. Fogcloud, Raibowfur's mate, had died only the night before, protecting her and her kittens from a mottled tabby rouge.

But she had failed him.

The kits, Sagekit and Crocuskit, had died when the sun rose this morning. Rainbowfur had been too weak to take care of them, and now she was waiting for the elders to bury her mate and kit's bodies. His sacrifice had been in vain. Tears matted her light tabby face, pouring out of her celadon-green eyes. He didn't have to die.

At moonhigh, two elders came to take away Fogcloud's body; then another two for the kits. Rainbowfur got up sadly, her legs cramping from sitting there all night. She didn't even care to groom herself, just curl up in the warrior's den. Sadness weighed down every bone in her body. She curled up quietly, her eyes dull with grief.

Unexpectedly, somone began to groom her ears. The long, soothing strokes calmed Rainbowfur, and when she looked up, there was the ginger form of Kindlefoot. Her former apprentice was pressed up beside her, purring soothingly.

"Don't be sad, Rainbowfur," she meowed in her bell-like voice. "Your kits are with their father now. In StarClan."

Rainbowfur shook her head, purring happily. Why was it that the cat she had been asked to teach the ways of life to, taught her so much instead? Exhausted, Rainbowfur fell into a deep, dreamless sleep...

. relations

mother . Leaflight +
father . Condourheart +
brother . Nettlepaw +
sister . Hawkpaw +
mentor . Keeneye
apprentices . Kindlefoot ; Steelslate
mate . Fogcloud +
kits . Sagekit + ; Crocuskit +

+ : deceased

[.<>Azure<>Rain<>.]

Christened as;; Nativedancer.

Liberated for;; 31 Moons.

With my brethren as a;; Tom.

Blessed are those loyal to;; RainClan.

Serving under Celestialstar as;; Deputy.

You see me as A muscular tom with ivory sections amidst brown, tan, and ebony patterns, with amber orbs. should I race by.;;

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xx. The world saw me as this;;
Physical Description;

See me as I am.

Nativedancer has perhaps the most complex and captivating coats among all the felines. He is at once identified from his distinguished marks that hold no specific pattern, and are splashed about his frame. The tom in short looks like a great forest feline because of the marvelous arrangement of colors and design on his pelt. His main frame, limbs, and cranium are painted with varying shades of brown and tan, with ebony splotches and streaks scattered about on top; It resembles a fusion between tiger stripes and leopard spots.
Next, the tom cat has ivory spilling over his torso, traveling up his neck, and all the way to his facial area. The rich white also has dipped each of his paws, making it appear as if Nativedancer had small socks.
Lastly, on the left [[his right]] side of his maw, a part of the tan complexion has blotted his otherwise white jaw.

Nativedancer is a large cat, but not to a bulky extent. He isn’t the swiftest of felines, but is far from being sluggish in any sense. Over the moons, he has learned to even out his power with intellect, so the colossal size of his figure doesn’t bring the expected handicaps. The tom knows well what his body is and isn’t capable of performing, and chooses to use wit over brawn at times.
He is equipped with strong limbs, and a balanced endurance for completing tasks. Nativedancer can obtain and keep a steady lope for many hours, but can also achieve a sprinting tempo in a matter of seconds. However, his reaction times to events are a bit slower than average, proving to be a deficiency.
The deputy’s fur is thick, though short in length. It keeps out the winter chills respectively, but he doesn’t have the perfect coat for winter weather.

Nativedancer has standard sized ears, with the typical salmon colored interior. He does have a great deal of fur surrounding the aperture of his ears, so sometimes his hearing is less than faultless. But the tom does have an excellent sense of smell, relying on it most when on a quest for something, or in doubt.
Ivory whiskers protrude from his bleached maw, and rosy nose.
Nativedancer has common colored orbs, that aren’t anything especially attractive, nor homely. A faded amber brings the color into his eyes, with ebony pupils to finish off the look of this bizarrely marked feline.

But I saw myself as something more .xx

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xx. The world tried to categorize my emotions;;
Personality

In a way, it’s impossible to classify Nativedancer into any specific group. He isn’t the always joyous sort, but one couldn’t say he’s always depressed. Perhaps he is as intricate as the colors his pelt bears. His moods and emotions change with the seasons, and with the occurrences of life. He will mourn the death of a loved one, but he will celebrate as much as any individual the birth of kittens.

Nativedancer does have one certain characteristic; his feral soul. His is wild at heart as they say, and must be emancipated to do whatever he wishes. Should he ever be taken captive by a force, human or animal, his spirit will be unbroken in the fight to gain freedom once more. The tom would perish before he would give up the inaliable right to liberty, that he believes each creature in the forest deserves.
Nativedancer often agitates surrounding felines because of his will power. He simply won’t renounce a mission until he accomplishes it. Some find it an admirable quality, but a great deal of the cats don’t like his unstipulated manners.
The tom is a stalwart individual, fighting for what he believes to be righteous, and never letting the doubts of others uncertain his fire. Rarely is he lead astray from his warrior ancestors and their honorable lifestyle. He is a good-hearted feline that would never betray those he loves, and would never turn to sinister fixations, no matter what the situation was.
Nativedancer holds within him an undeniable property of courage. Though many cats are terrified of death, it holds no spell of fear to him. He believes with all of his being that he will someday hunt with his warrior ancestors in the starry skies, after he passes on from this world.

Although it might seem Nativedancer has no faults, they are certainly there. He tends to be grumpy at times, without any particular reason, and can be the first to loose his temper. He could be cheerfully consuming his supper one moment, and yelling at surrounding warriors the next, for even the smallest mishap. Though he may sound cantankerous and ill-tempered, and even a bit too controlling, it isn’t frequently that he has these mood swings. RainClanners have come to ignore the short and few outbursts, for though they aren’t acceptable, the cats know that a deputies life is demanding.
None the less, Nativedancer always makes up for his actions in the end, from performing special favors, to doing extra clan chores. The tom doesn’t even mind doing apprentice duties; no assignment is too lowly for anyone of any rank is his philosophy.

But I remained untamed and undefined. .xx

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xx. The world tried to write my chronicle.
History

The story goes back to the early age of Nightpaw, Nativedancer’s future mother. The she-cat was appallingly mistreated in RainClan, often picked on by other apprentices, and secretly bullied by a few warriors. They loathed her because she had been blamed with the death of beloved Streamingstar. The leader had been caught in a terrible accident with a dog, that had been lead unintentionally to RainClan territory by none other than Nightpaw.
So though Streamingstar had been dead for many moons, Nightpaw was continuously tortured by those of her clan, verbally, physically, and emotionally. No one tried to shelter her; no one showed her love, except for one. He was a young apprentice as well, named Stormpaw. He was rebellious spirit, and stood for his opinions alone. He never allowed confusion from others to mingle with his own beliefs. So instead of casting revulsion to Nightpaw, he showed her the love of friendship, and as time passed, the love of a romance.

By the time Stormpaw had been hailed a warrior, Stormcloud, and Nightpaw as Nightshimmer, the mockery still has not ceased. It was like a never ending war between the two and the clan; the detestation for Nightpaw had extended to Stormcloud as felines learned that he supported her.
Not able to withstand the abuse longer, Nightshimmer told Stormcloud of her plan to flee RainClan. The femme was sure that there must be a place in life for her, where she might live in serenity. Stormcloud agreed with his mate, and they left that evening. For the next few moons, they wandered around surrounding country, though opposite direction of Aurora’s Faithful. They claimed a small plot of land, and made arrangements for a family. Perhaps, they believed they could someday build their own clan, in to which they wanted to christen as StormClan.

The tale for Nativedancer begins on a bleak, arctic day, deep within the heart of winter. Nightshimmer conceived three healthy kittens, inside the constraints of a small rabbit burrow that had been cleared for numerous moons.
In the litter there was one tom, named Leon, and two she-cats that were identical, named Jade and Amber. Nightshimmer felt uncertain in her ability to raise the children, but Stormcloud never left her side, as always. Things seemed to be running so smoothly, but neither of the cats took time to notice the changes their surroundings were making…
When the kittens reached their third moon, Nightshimmer had had quite enough of their playful antics. She began to weave shadowed thoughts within their minds, and train them in combat day after day. Still, after many weeks, Jade and Amber still were vulnerable and mellow… they were not accepting the way of the wild. It was not Nightshimmer’s purpose to turn them into assassins, but she knew that if they didn’t strengthen, they would not endure. Leon on the other hand, was training well, and his skills in battle were extraordinary for his youthful age.

The oblivious felines, that had so carelessly ignored the construction of humans near them, finally met their family’s demise. For nearly all of the kitten’s lives, the two-legs had been assembling buildings and such, at a high rate. Each month that passed they tore down acres of land closer and closer to Stormcloud and his family unit, and built their own nests there.
Now, they came one morning, probing the land, surveying it for their next step. Stormcloud and Nightshimmer sensed the two-legs coming, and made a desperate selection. They each grasped one of the small sisters, and ordered Leon to pursue them. The kitten was able to keep up for a short while, but was soon left behind in the mad dash to escape the humans. The kitten had been in such a frenzy to stay by his parents, that he tripped clumsily, and plummeted to the turf. He was knocked unconscious, but his mother and father were oblivious, still believing that Leon was behind them, they progressed further and further.
Half an hour later, when they sprinted to the shelter of a small cave, they realized the dark truth; Leon was not present. Nightshimmer and Stormcloud spent the day grieving, as did Jade and Amber. The four were devastated to loose their brother and son, but there would be no compromise. Although Stormcloud went out many hours, investigating, they never recovered a trace of Leon.
With heavy hearts, there was nothing left for the family to do but to abscond, and find a new dwelling. The cats departed the next night, never to return to the domain.

Leon now began the second stage of his juvenile life. He had awoken to a strange world; one full of closed surroundings and bitter tasting water. The kitten wasn’t terrified by the matter; he was infuriated. For days Leon galloped around the nest, avoiding any contact with the two-legs that had captured him. But by the eighth day, he lay quietly in his bedding, and moped. He had not eaten in so long, and he felt his body diminishing. The hunger was a dull ache now; not as it had been for the first few days; a raging fire. Now, he was forced to make a choice; accept the filthy food they had offered, or die, right there in the confinement. With much frustration, the feline folded to the human’s wishes, and temporarily settled in. Still, he scoured the place every night, for a way of escape. But nothing prevailed; Leon began to accept the fact that he was ensnared.

But as time elapsed, Leon began to notice small details about his prison. One of the most important being the mouths of the walls that swung open every time a two-leg came inside, or departed the place. He observed that each time they came and went, there was a split second that the door was wide open. With a idea forming in his mind, he watched a few more times.
One bright morning his break out was cleanly cut; and he was on his merry way. All the tom had to do was wait for one of the no-furs to leave the nest, and he simply dashed straight into the wide open spaces, and was racing blindly into freedom.
The tom was startled to find the world so open; though he hadn’t been captive for an extensive amount of time, it was a shock to find his self completely lone, without a clue as to what to do next. Leon was only arriving at his sixth moon, and though he had some taste in combat, Nightshimmer had never taught him any hunting. He would be malnourished if he did not learn presently.
Leon set out to work, experimenting ideas here and there. It seemed no other predators inhabited this stretch, for prey was so plentiful, and so brainless. He would just conclude the unsuccessful hunt of a mouse, when another would pop up tail lengths away, naive. It is for this reason that the young cat did not go without cuisine long; always the quick learner, and with ample opportunities, it was only two days before he caught his first meal.

So Leon raised his self in a way. Knowing close to naught, he discovered things everyday, and became wiser of his uncultivated residence. He became a capable hunter, but also trained with battle techniques; this was his lifestyle; he awoke each morning, caught breakfast, trained and explored by day, caught dinner, and slept soundly through the night. It was arriving to the heart of summer, but Leon had not detected this modification. Although the tom was as fit as could be, the murky truth loomed closely into his face; winter would bring his death, if he did not plan for it accordingly.

Thankfully for the ignorant young one, RainClan rescued him. Leon had been venturing closer and closer to their manor, though he didn’t know this. One day, just as he caught the scent of foreign cats, four of the strangers pummeled him to the terrain, and pinned him down. Leon was so perplexed, that he slouched there unmoving, peering up at his attackers. But as the felines saw that their captive was not fighting back, they released him, and struck up a conversation. It was then the four RainClan warriors realized he was a young soul, and was unaided. Leon told them his tale, and with compassionate hearts, they brought him back to their world.
RainClan was like nothing Leon had ever dreamed of. There were scores of cats it seemed, and they all lived in harmony. He had no idea that this was the very clan that had all but exiled his mother and father, and that he had ended up in the very place that his parents had fled from so long ago. Of course, it was not known that this was the child of Nightshimmer and Stormcloud, so the clan welcomed him in. The secret is one that will stand for all time; unless a feline from his past should reappear and change that.

For many moons, Leon trained as an apprentice. He had been given a new name; Nativepaw. The tom was given a strict mentor named Darkthunder, and sent off everyday to exercise with him. Darkthunder was a quieter tom, that wasn’t necessarily dark, but not a bubbly feline either. He was baffled by Nativepaw’s expertise in hunting and battle, and really had little to teach the young one. Still, though Nativepaw was in truth ready to be a warrior at eight moons of age, the leader Celestialstar felt that granting a cat his warriorship so young wasn’t a wise choice. No cat had ever been a warrior so young, so Celestialstar ordered that Nativepaw train for an extended two moons.
Finally, Nativepaw was around ten moons of age, when he was approved. Darkthunder watched proudly as his apprentice became Nativedancer. The two had formed a close bond during training as most apprentices and mentors do.
Nativedancer settled into the clan as a respected feline. Most of RainClan were conscious of his tantrums he had every now and then, but he was still respected by most of the clan members. There were a handful who disliked him, but Nativedancer paid no mind to them; he had never been one to worry over small matters.

When Nativedancer was sixteen moons old, he was given his own apprentice. He turned to Darkthunder for guidance as he began to teach Rosepaw. The tom was a superior mentor to her, and Rosepaw an eager learner. She too was ready to be a warrior prematurely, at eleven moons of age. It was a strange thing, for a novice to accept warriorship in advance of their den mates. But none the less, Celestialstar accepted Nativedancer’s and Darkthunder’s judgment, and acknowledged Rosepaw as Rosepetal. It was an accomplished mission, so now Nativedancer turned his eyes to what he wanted most; a deputyship. The current deputy, Sombersong, was growing old, and though she had served well for RainClan, she had been old when Celestialstar appointed her. Now, the clan was expecting an announcement of retirement from her. And with his first apprentice now a warrior, Nativedancer might stand a chance against the others bidding for the spot.

Instead of the expected relinquish of command, Nativedancer was given a second apprentice on his twenty-eighth moon. The apprentice was almost cowardly; a sensitive tom called Sparrowpaw. He was an anxious feline, and habitually caused accidental trouble wherever he went. Nativedancer now had to try and tweak this apprentice into a courageous lion, and by his self; Darkthunder had since died of natural causes, at a ripe age.
But Nativedancer’s impractical assignment was short lived. A tempest disturbed RainClan only a moon after training begun for Sparrowpaw, and during the pitch black of the night, he bolted from the safest place he could have been; his den. The tom then fled blindly through the territory, warriors trailing after him. However, it was a vain attempt. Sparrowpaw sprinted straight off a cliff, and fell fifty tail lengths into a river below. His body was never recovered, and he has not been heard from since. Nativedancer was filled with grief over the wasted life, but has never given up hope that he might someday find his lost apprentice.

Two moons later, the time had come; Sombersong was announcing whom she wished to take her place. Of course it was ultimately Celestialstar’s choice, but the leader had graciously allowed Sombersong to make the final decision. And it was broadcasted clearly; Nativedancer was to take command, at only thirty-one moons old. He was filled with elation like none other. The past few moons he’d spent grieving for Sparrowpaw were washed away with the advancement. The tom accepted the position gratefully, and made a solemn promise to RainClan; he would do everything in his power to serve them justly, and to keep RainClan prosperous.

But I fashioned my own legacy. .xx

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xx. The world tried to take a glimpse of myself.
RP Example.

The small tom opened his orbs steadily, as he registered the terrible throbbing in his temple. The sleep faded from him, as he slowly pulled his figure to a sitting position upon his haunches. His whole essence now pulsed with a dull ache, as he gradually surveyed the surroundings. His orbs rested on peculiar and outlandish figures, and a diminutive panic began to slink into him, as he realized where he must be.
Then it all flashed back to him in a crimson tide, as Leon remembered what had just transpired. His mother, his father, his sisters and his self, all in a frantic flight from monsters.
His nose quivered as he began to comprehend the smells that wafted to him, and his ears swiveled as faint sounds made their way. The whole place was linked with two-legs it seemed, for their reek was everywhere, and their eccentric pet monsters made noises at every turn.

For a split second he rose to his paws, now in full alarm. The tom was about to make a mad dash, when his logical and rational thinking halted his still motionless frame. Where would he go anyhow? What was the point of making a desperate dart through an unknown location, with no destination in mind? No, it wasn’t a fine idea. If the no-furs spotted him behaving in a senseless manner, it might give too much away. Leon knew that two-legs were stupid creatures really, but there was that slight chance they might take notice. He must remain calm, and uncaring in their eyes, for instinct told him this was the best plan… never raise distress signals.

With a feeling that was hard to place his paw on, Leon lay down to his abdomen again. A two-leg stopped by his nest, and raised a paw to him. For a fraction of a second Leon wanted to lash out with violence. However, it only ran its paw along his spinal column a few times, before departing. The tom gave an infuriated meow, and hastily licked his back a few times before settling once more. The muffled sounds of communication between two-legs filled the air, and strange smells drifted from another room nearby. But Leon was alone for the time being, which was the best he could ask of the situation.
With a regretful sigh, his eyes closed once more, and he dozed off into a troubled sleep.

But I illustrated to them so much more. .xx

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xx. The world tore apart my ties.[/u]
Ancestors and Ties.

Sire;; Stormcloud.
Dam;; Nightshimmer.
Formerly of RainClan.

Sisters;; Amber, Jade.
Brothers;; None known.

Former Mentor;; Darkthunder.
Deceased.

Former Apprentices;; Rosepetal, Sparrowpaw.

Other known ties;; None.

But I remained unchanged, undefined, unbroken. .xx[/b]


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name; Spicetalon
gender; Tom
age; 40 moons
clan; Rainclan
rank;Deputy
first glance;
White pelted tom with black stripes running like claw marks down his back.
appearance; His pelt is as white as snow, with black stripes as vivid as claw marks down his back. His pelt looks dirty, because over the white but under the black, is spotted with light black and grey specks. His eyes are of the richest emerald green, always bright. He has long, hooked claws, that are attached to his small, lithe paws. They compliment his small, lithe body, so he can race through small places. His teeth are long and sharp. His pelt is laced with old scars, showing his harsh life in the forest. He has disadvantages though. His small size, though he is close to average size, disadvantages him. Some cats point out that he is small, and leap onto him, pinning him down easily. But though this comes as a disadvantage, he has turned it around. He’s taught himself to slide quickly underneath him, before claws can catch him. Then he sticks his hind claws into the cat’s stomach, pummeling him.
persona; This tom has had a shifty personality. He first started off as a happy kit, playing with his sisters in the nursery. He was still happy until his last moons as an apprentice, when his parents died. He mourned them silently for the next moons as a warrior, until his sister, Amethystpool, became Amethyststar. That made him happy, because being her only living same age sibling, he knew he had to support her leadership. He stayed happy, until she died many seasons later. Now he is calm and efficient, knowing to not have too many emotions, but he is very friendly, and there is nothing to fear of him. He supports his leader, Celestialstar, as much as he had supported his sister when she was leader of Eclipseclan.
past; Kithood

While a kit, Spicekit was happy. He would watch his mother, Shadestar, announce to the clan, and come and visit them. He loved to play with Amethystpaw and Pantherkit. He never knew who his father was, until he was an apprentice.

Apprenticeship
He was apprenticed to Featherflight, the deputy of the clan. The little tom loved to train with her, and caught his first rabbit on his first trip with her. As he grew, he learned more, and became more mature. He would still spend time with Amethystpool, and Pantherpaw. Though his apprentice duties kept him busy, he still found some time to spend with them.

In his last moon as an apprentice, tragedy struck. He came back to camp after a hunting excursion, and found Razorstar and Shadestar dead. The young tom grabbed their paws and layered them on top of eachother, and rested his chin upon them. He lay like that for the whole day, depressed they were dead.

After their death, Spicepaw noticed life was different. His sister, Amethystpool, was to become leader. Because of his closeness with her, he knew he had to support her, even in these hard times. When she made him a warrior, he knew she trusted him.

Warriorhood
Spicetalon kept his vigil, glowing with the trust his sister had placed in him. He stuck by her side for many moons to come. He would go on patrol, and be happy, all because he knew he was doing it for the sister he loved. He had noticed how their clan had grown into the Razorstar/Shadestar kin clan. He loved to hunt and fight alongside his kin.

Many seasons later, tragedy struck once more. Amethystar died, leaving Fernpelt to take over. This sent the young tom into a state of such depression, he barely came out of the warriors’ den. When he finally did come out, it was when Amethyststar’s spirit came to visit him and told him she would be with him forever.

A few moons later, Moonclan attacked, led by their fierce leader, Firestar. Her clan attacked, and he died at the claws of Werewolf, who was attacking the nursery. Spicetalon gave his life for the kits.

Reincarnation
The tom’s spirit floated to Starclan, where he found his sister waiting. She looked him in the eye and purred. She told him that he would be sent back to a clan called Rainclan, where he had a different destiny. And so he was sent, to relive life happily.

kithood #2
Spicetalon was sent down, to be littered with Mistedkit and Tigerkit. His new parents, Iceclaw and Sharpwing, were two loyal Rainclan cats. He had no idea he was the Spicetalon from Eclipseclan.

Apprenticeship #2
Spicepaw loved to hunt and fight. He caught his first rabbit while hunting with his mentor, Talefeather. It was on his first hunting excursion. A memory stirred in his mind, and it all flooded back, like a thunderstorm. Amethystar, Shadestar, Razorstar, Pantherstealth. All of them. His pain, his love. It ended in Werewolf’s snarling face, and He blinked. He is Spicetalon from Eclipseclan.

During his warrior ceremony, Spicepaw’s memory flooded once more, and he remembered Amethystar’s voice as she called on him to Starclan. He told his leader he wanted the name of Spicetalon, and she granted it.

Warriorhood #2
More of these bizarre happenings struck his mind as he fought loners, rogues, and others. As he fought a particular tom, his first death struck his mind like a knife. He fought extra hard, but felt fangs dig in his throat. He let out a gurgled cry and slashed the tom’s throat, who fell to the ground, dead. The horror was over. He was living a new life. His last memory had surfaced. Beyond him, though, was the body of Talefeather, the deputy and his former mentor.

Deputyship
When they brought back the body of Talefeather, another memory came. It was Featherflight, the deputy of Eclipseclan, and his former mentor. She had died the same way. The tom felt like screaming. His apprentice, Cedarpaw, came to him to help calm him. They perked their ears, when the leader, Celestialstar, came from her den. When she announced Spicetalon as her successor, the tom stood there, stunned. When he finally spoke, he thanked her. For moons later, he knew he would support her, just as he had supported Amethystar, all those moons ago.

Roleplay Example; Spicepaw lifted his nose, scenting something on the breeze. He recognized the smell. Rabbit! He instantly shrunk into the hunter's crouch, sneaking to the rabbit. It was his first excursion, and he had to make it count. When he turned back to Talefeather, the rabbit was danglign from his mouth. He dropped it and meowed, I could smell rabbit. Once those words left his mouth, however, a memory stirred. He was hunting in different woods, and when he turned around with the rabbit, another she-cat faced him. The tom in his memory meowed the same words as him. Who is that? He wondered, looking farther. More memories floated through his mind. Pain, love, hatred, compassion, all the emotions he had never felt, other than happiness. He was confused now. Another last memory floated, and in it, a familiar voice screamed, Spicetalon! NO! And he knew it. He was Spicetalon, noble warrior of Eclipseclan. When his mentor asked him what was wrong, he just shook his head and told her they should hunt some more.


relationships; Do I really have to list all of them? XDDD
Well, I’ll list what I have on his BRC biography.

Mother: Shadestar
Father: Razorstar
Sisters: Amethyststar, Harmonyheart, Gracestep, Daintyfoot, Serpentsong, Sugarcane.
Brothers: Pantherstealth, Oblivionpelt, Ebonysky.
Nieces: Scrawlpaw, Colourpaw.
Nephews: Razorpaw, Cloakedpaw.

Reincarnated family

Mother – Iceclaw
Father - Sharpwing
Sister – Mistedfeather
Brother - Tigerwind



other; He is reincarnated, and he knows he is Spicetalon the original.

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<sub>Allright, the verdict is in. I've made my choice. *bangs gavel* ORDER! ORDER, I SAY!

>.> Anyway, back to the decision. I've decided that the winner and new RainClan deputy is Nativedancer!!! If you have any questions or concerns, PM me! If not, please stay tuned for Medicine Cat auditions!</sub>

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Congrats!