VoidClan Auditions

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auditions

HOW IT WORKS You can either create a new cat or use an existing one. Post the biography in this thread--not in the Biographies board--or a link to the biography, if it's an already existing cat. We have no preferences as to gender, age, personality, etc. We'll simply choose the cat we think would be best for the position. A week from now, on Sunday, June 16th, auditions will close. At that time, the staff will make their decision.

R U L E S

. You can only audition for the positions of VoidClan deputy and VoidClan medicine cat.
. Each member can only audition one cat per position.
. If you want more time to work on your cat, just PM me and we'll extend the given amount of time.
. If your cat wasn't chosen, you can keep it to roleplay with in the future, put it up for adoption, or delete it. If you're going to keep it, be sure to post the biography in the Biographies board.

[b]Name[/b] -
[b]Age[/b] -
[b]Clan[/b] -
[b]Rank[/b] -
[b]Gender[/b] -
[b]Personality[/b] -
[b]Appearance[/b] -
[b]History[/b] -
[b]Roleplay Example[/b] -

I know I probably didn't cover everything, so if you have any questions, just PM me.

good luck~

[~Raven~]

Name - Moonpelt
Age - 28 moons
Clan - Voidclan
Rank - Medicine cat
Gender - She-cat
Personality - Moonpelt is a very active cat, her mother is her very inspiration to every thing, even though she is not with her anymore. She was forced into the position of medicine cat and wants nothing more then to save EVERY living cat that comes into her office whether it be a thorn in his side or a gashing wound to the belly. Her desires and fears hold her accountable for her actions. When ever she is scared she puffs up like a balloon and acts brave but inside she is a tiny kitten that wants just to run around freely. She tries to strike fear into peoples hearts about the war between them. Some listen and most gawk at her for being stupid. Her motives are to survive and to help the clan survive but there is always an over hanging depression on her shoulders. Her mothers death wounded her and sometimes the pain becomes unbearable, and she has never taken the time to let go of it. She feels trapped most of the time and hopes to end this war with the wisdom of whatever is up in the ugly clouded sky. But for now she only wishes to serve her leader, And her clan.
Appearance -
History - Moonpelt was born on the eve of the new moon. Her mother was a proud warrior and a loving mother. She adored her mother, such a wise person she was and caring cat. Her mother still stuck to most of the warrior code from far long ago. She had not given up on it, even as a kit she did not kill for pleasure and pain but for honor and because that's what her leader told her to do. But enough about her mother. When Moonkit was a kit she was gifted with the inspiration of thoughts. She was thinking as soon as her mother gave her, her first drink of milk, or so she was told. Her mind was her own and she did thing on her own. Her first ever adventure was when she was 2 moons old, she left camp in search for a delicious smell of catnip. It grew just above the nursery and she didn't go very far. Her mother though sent out the whole clan practically looking for her. When she was apprenticed four moons later, because her mother taught her the warrior's code and she now follows it to the most she can, she wandered off again, but this time she ran into something that was not a dilly flower. it was a winter fox, the most weirdest fox she had ever seen and even from this day forward she hates the small of fox.After her sightings with the fox her mother was sent into battle and gravely injured. Sadly enough the medicine cat before her would not save her and told the leader himself that she was not important enough to live. When she became a warrior she didn't kill for her warrior status. Instead the leader found her gifts of healing more appealing then her fighting techniques, "she couldn't fight to save her life" He mused. So she found herself confided in the medicine cats den ever since with long lasting or short term injuries.
Roleplay Example - Wishing only for the sanctuary of her den. Moonpelt dragged her aching feet to camp. She had a bundle of scented herbs in her mouth. mixed together the scents made a lovely combination, she would have to remember that. Sad and gaunt looking she entered her private place, this was where all her dreams were made and out there broken. Moonpelt knew there would never be peace among the clans. Even with Skyclan and their ancestors trying to budge them. The little hope and prayer of peace fluttered through her mind. How happy she would be to be able to just see someone come in with just a measly cold or a thorn in their pads. But no. She had seen so many deaths in hr life that saving one felt like the world, her only world of which she felt happy. Happy and needed. With every waking moment she felt even more tired then before, but when a cat came in with the most painful injuries she had ever seen her mind would turn blank and her own body would just move on its own. She was build for saving people her mother used to tell her, not killing them. That's how all this started. Her beloved mother. "I wish she was here now..." she murmured to herself.

[∆Inkiepie∆]

Trying out for deputy!

Name Wingshadow

Age 34 moons

Clan Voidclan

Rank Warrior

Gender Female

Personality
Wingshadow is overall a kind and sweethearted she-cat. For some reason, she tends to get a little edgy during leafbare, because of the lack of food and the cold. She hates the cold very much. She will do anything for her clan, and will abide by the warrior code, unless it involves her life. Wingshadow also has a passion for kits. Someday, she wants to have kits of her own, but since she is just a newly made warrior, she is fine to have her own freedom. Her attraction to Torchscar, a Vortexclan warrior is a big problem for her, because it allows her to get distracted at important gatherings. Whether Torchscar knows about Wingshadow is another question. One flaw in Wingshadow's personality is that she tends to want things to go her own way. She will stand up for what she believes in and will speak out, especially when facing rude cats that disagree with her. Wingshadow is also sensitive to death and suicide in the clan, which stands out when bad incidents occur in Voidclan. She is sensitive to death and suicide, because one of her best friends committed suicide by jumping into the Rainclan river and drowning. This happened when she was an apprentice and still haunts her. Her brothers also committed suicide, which will be explained in the history.

Appearance

Wingshadow is a fluffy white she-cat with light green eyes. She is a big cat in the clan, weighing ten pounds, which is only due to how big boned she is. This white she-cat loves to keep her fur clean, so her fur will always be pure white, unless in battle with another clan. After a battle, Wingshadow will quickly clean her fur, even if it means stopping right in the middle of a battle, which is a bad habit she has. She has no scares or any particular markings that are obvious. Her pads on her paws are all black except for the right hind leg, that has a pink spot on the black pad, which is very unusual. When feeling angry, Wingshadow's eyes become huge and turn dark green. It is one of the remarkable characteristics of Wingshadow. She also has a physical attraction to Torchscar a Vortexclan warrior.


History
Wingshadow's past is something that she will always burden. At first, Wingshadow was originally known as Honeykit and Honeypaw. She had two brothers that both committed suicide when she was a kit. They were named Shadowhawk and Sorrowwing, in which after their death Wingshadow took on part of their names. After the death of her two brothers, Wingshadow's mother and father both were killed in a battle with rogue cats, in which Wingshadow was left to fend for herself as a kit. Many of the Voidclan members disliked Sorrowwing and Shadowhawk, because they acted depressed all of the time. Wingshadow also does not know the real reason of why they committed suicide and she is still searching to this day for answers. Now in the present day, Wingshadow has friends in her clan and is respected. Because of the death of her family, she is very sensitive to death in the clan. Her best friend also committed suicide, by drowning herself in the Rainclan stream. Something she will also never forget.

Roleplay Example

A long ways up ahead, the stream sparkled in the bright sunlight up above. Licking her furry mouth after eating a mouse, Wingshadow raced to the creek in anguish. Her head throbbed from a headache. She was extremely thirsty after eating. In fact, she had not drank water for almost a whole day and she was dehydrated. She paced herself to the creek. Almost there.. she thought. A small robin, it's body still thin from the long lasting leaf bare season, hopped about, eating pink worms that had come to the surface. She made a small laugh as she ran toward the creek. It showed her that Spring was finally here.

Finally, she made it exhausted and panting to the creek. She licked her white fur, because it had signs of dirt and blood from making her kill. The sun shone brightly up above, blinding her sight, because the water reflected the sun, having a high albedo. Without any further ado, she leaned over to drink. The water tasted cold. Delicious, she said to herself. She kept drinking and drinking fulfilling her body's needs for a few minutes, absorbing every taste. At once, her body began to feel better and her headache started to go away. She gave a loud sigh of relief and stared up at the clouds, noticing how white they were.

[rene]

Name - Chestnutflame
Age - 27 moons
Clan - Void
Rank - Deputy/Warrior
Gender - Tom
Personality -
Loyal-He does not like rouges joining into clans. He finds it silly. He does not respect cats like that and think they will only be loyal to other rouges. He also finds that cats who have forbidden loves aren't loyal to their main clan. He is a ratter and tends to tell the leader when things like this are happening. He himself doesn't strictly obey the warrior code, but small pieces of it he enforces.

Fierce-He isn't the kindest cat you will ever meet. In battle he is a powerhouse, however he isn't the brightest. He likes to go for a straight attack. He isn't the nicest to the other cats in his clan. Anyone who has the time to sit around all day and not get anything done is a cat who he will not respect. The hard workers are the cats he appreciates the most.

Charming-Believe it or not, this tom is quite popular with the she-cats. He thinks they are the hardest working in the clan. They have to take care of kits, they hunt, they train apprentices, he gives them the most respect. Perhaps this is why he likes the she-cats so much. He is the nicest to them, and their kits as well. Maybe that's why he is respected by she-cats from most clans.

Flirt-What tom doesn't flirt once in awhile? He is a good looking tom. Sometimes he uses it to his advantage. However he knows where to cross the line. Yes he is popular with the she-cats, but he has yet to take on a full mate. He says that flirting with another makes a she-cats personality come out. That's how he knows whether or not she's worth keeping

Appearance -
Pelt length/feel-His hair is medium length, however in the winter it tends to be longer than usual. It keeps him warm in the winter, however in the warmer weather it can be a burden to carry around. Sometimes he gets over heated. If a human hand were to touch the fur of Chestnutflame, it would have a sleek, silky feel because of his diet which consists of fish, and other water beings.

Pelt color-His pelt consists of many shades of brown. The darkest shade is like a black that takes of most of his pelt, however it breaks up into lighter colors such as lighter browns, and under his chin there is a smudge of tan. Even though it cannot be seen very well. On one of his toes on each paw there are small white strands of fur. However this is only noticeable if you look closely in bright light.

Eyes-His eyes are oval and pointed on the sides. They are a little closer together than most Vortexclan cats would be, however it isn't to noticeable. When you stare into his eyes, you can see the distinct colors of blue and green. The blue is like the sky, and when it mixes with the green it turns into a nice color of the ocean


History -
Family tree-Chestnutflames mothers name is Cecilia or previously known as Tinybird. She left Voidclan after he and his siblings were born for an easier life as a kittypet. His fathers name is Hissingshadow. He has since then taken on a new mate and she is expecting a litter of kits. He is ashamed of his previous mate and will not talk about her. Chestnutflame has one sister. Her name is Astraltail. She has been a great aide to Voidclan and will also be adding kits into the society. Chestnutflame did have a brother but he joined Voidclan's ancestors as Nettlepaw however, after he died Flarestar did give him him the name Nettleclaw. He was 11 moons old.

Kithood-Chestnutflame was born with two siblings, a sister and brother. As kits that would cause a lot of trouble, sneaking out of camp, crossing the boarders, whatever they could do really. Flarestar predecessor the leader before , always thought they would never make acceptable warriors. At 6 moons old they were named Chestnutpaw, Nettlepaw and Astralpaw. Chestnutpaw and Astralpaw would soon prove to their clan that they would be great warriors.

Apprenticeship-Chestnutflame wasn't really close to his other brother. Nettlepaw was still wandering off on his own. Chestnutflame absolutely adored his sister on the other paw. He spent so much time with especially while in training. Both of their mentors knew they didn't like to be kept apart. One day however all three of them were working on some battle moves, and that day is when their skills would be put to the test. Rogues, exiles from all clans,decided it was time to fight back. The entered Voidclan territory and attacked. Nettlepaw was one of the first apprentices into battle. Soon to be Flarestar and the past leader, along with very strong warriors entered it as well. Chestnutpaw's eyes widened however when his sister Astralpaw was being attacked he knew then that this was battle, and he went off to save her. The past leader lost his final life in the battle, and Flarestar would now be leader of Voidclan. When the rogues dispersed and the dust cleared cats were dead. Two warriors, Nettlepaw and Nightstar. The deputy walked over and named Nettlepaw Nettleclaw in honor of his strength.

Chestnutflame and Astraltail were given their names a moon later after they were assessed. They proved to their clan that they were not the trouble makers they used to be. Astraltail took on a mate and has been satisfied since then. Chestnutflame received his first apprentice and trained him very well. However he died of blackcough that leafbare. Since then he has proved himself worthy many times over in battle, and with helping the clan.

Roleplay Example -
Should I use Chestnutflame? If I should please PM me >< However I started typing this for my story moments ago and fell in love with his character (pepe)

His tail was up straight. His fur feathered out elegantly giving him a skunk like look. He had just broken into the elderly woman's perfume and so, he had a rather unique scent. He put on paw in front of the other walking in a strut like motion. His tail shook lightly from side to side as he did so. What a trouble maker he was, he loved it so much he didn't mind getting a shoe or two thrown at him.

Pepe was a handsome black tom with white markings. It gave him the look of the skunk perhaps that's why other animals ran off at the site of him. It wasn't that he was so much as ugly, but his scent and looks gave the odd feeling that if he were angered he would turn around and spray a nasty liquid that would make you smell for days.

However, that's not what he was. He was a loner. He was a cat. He had whiskers and when he spoke it was a low deep mew. He was definitely not a skunk. If he were he would hate himself for such a long time. He couldn't stand the life spraying everything. He couldn't help but laugh at his foolish thoughts. He wasn't out side today to complain about living a life he did not have. Instead he was here to meet someone new. He and his sister October had learned about a clan of cats that inhabited the forests.

His dream since he got in the area was to start a clan of his own. However he couldn't live like a savage. He could never leave the elderly woman on Silver Lane. He could deal with living in the meadows. That way he was still slightly near by and could keep the old woman company. He was accused of being a Two-leg kitty from time to time. However the fact that he spent most of his time outside proved most cats point otherwise.

"Well now it looks like rain today." His gaze looked up to the sky. Thousands of grays melded together to form one color. Some patches were darker than others making it seem black."No one in their right mind would be out here now." He shook his head with disdain. His paws left the gravel and onto soft grass."There must be an old badger set somewhere in these meadows..." A loud crash of thunder spooked him. Scents of other cats filled his nose."How odd...." He moved swiftly now. The one thing he didn't want to happen was to be caught outside in the rain. Instead of finding a badger set. A fairly large tree had roots upturned. He dove underneath. At least he would be protected from the wet and cold."Looks like this will be my home for most of the day and night..." He mewed looking around.

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