High Position Tryouts

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Problem. Whisper's back =/

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It's alright, we got it all sorted out.

Okay guys, Swift appears to have become inactive. Therefore, WindClan leader is open for try-outs. So everyone who doesn't already have a cat in high position, TRY-OUT! :3

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W i n d s t a r of W i n d C l a n

Windstar woke, his jaws gaping in a huge yawn. He hadn’t been the WindClan leader for very long; yet none of his Clanmates could deny that he was a good leader. Making his way outside, he could see the fresh-kill pile already had quite a number of rabbits on it; the first hunting patrol must be back already. He looked up at the sound of pawsteps nearby. “Windstar, the dawn patrol reports RiverClan warriors on our border.”
It was his deputy, Rabbitpelt. Windstar thought for a moment before replying. “I’ll lead a patrol to our border with RiverClan. I’ll take Heathertail, Spottedpelt, Gorsefur, and Redpaw.” Dipping his head, Rabbitpelt roused the four warriors form their nests; in a few minutes, they were all ready to go. Signalling with his tail, Windstar led the patrol across the moor. Breaking into a run, Windstar headed straight for the border, the wind whistling past his ears as he streaked downwards.

Reaching the border, he waited for his warriors and the apprentice. Once they were beside him, he scented the air. RiverClan scent! Trotting along the border, he came across RiverClan patrol padding inside WindClan territory as if they had every right to be there. Spotting the leader of the four cats, and easily identifying her, Windstar hissed, “Streampelt! What are you doing? This is WindClan territory!”
Streampelt retorted: “Who cares? All the Clans know that WindClan is too weak to defend its borders. You always have been!”
With a yowl of rage, Windstar threw himself onto the sleek RiverClan she-cat. The rest of his patrol launched themselves into battle, hissing. Raking his claws across her pelt, Windstar bit down hard on Streampelt’s ear, making her squeal in pain. The RiverClan warrior squirmed around, sinking her teeth into his shoulder. Snarling, Windstar sank his claws into Streampelt’s back. Looking around, he saw Redpaw and Gorsefur fighting a small white she-cat; Nearby, Heathertail and Spottedpelt were tussling with a huge tabby tom and a ginger and white she-cat. Streampelt hissed triumphantly at Windstar’s momentary hesitation and sank her teeth into his neck. The WindClan leader retaliated by clamping his jaws around the silver tabby’s tail, making her screech in agony. Wrenching herself from his grip, Streampelt yowled: “Retreat!”

Releasing their foes, the WindClan cats watched as the RiverClan patrol fled across the border, into their own territory. Dipping his head to his Clanmates, he meowed, “You all fought admirably, all of you, and you’ll need those wounds checked. Let’s get back to camp.”
Flicking his tail at them, he trotted back across the moorland to the camp, feeling satisfaction well up inside him. If the other Clans thought WindClan was weak, they were in for the surprise of their lives. He motioned for his cats to go on ahead, as he wanted to do a little thinking before reaching camp.

Upon entering the camp, Windstar sat down, licking his shoulder wound, then trotted towards Runningleaf’s den. The medicine cat had already treated Spottedpelt, Gorsefur and Redpaw, and was starting on Heathertail’s wounds. She had only a torn ear and a few shallow scratches on her left flank; after a few minutes she trotted out of the den, heading for the fresh-kill pile. As Windstar trotted up to Runningleaf, she purred, “You worst wound is the one on your neck, and it's not too deep. "Stay here, I'll be right back. . . . I want to see all of you each day, okay?"

In a moment the pretty calico she-cat returned, her jaws full of herbs. Setting them down, she selected a few leaves of marigold, chewing them up, and then patted the pulp onto Windstar’s wounds." Don't forget what I said,” she mewed briskly. “Thanks, Runningleaf,” the WindClan leader purred. Getting up, he padded over to the Tallrock and yowled, “Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join here beneath the Tallrock for a Clan meeting!”
Cats started appearing from all around the camp, padding over to the Tallrock and sitting down in front of it. Sitting at the very front, his red fur shining, and his wounds covered in marigold pulp, was Redpaw. “Today, the dawn patrol scented RiverClan very close to the border. I led a patrol to check that they had not trespassed, and we found that they had.” The outraged yowls of the listening cats were deafening. Waving his tail for silence, Windstar continued: “Redpaw, Heathertail, Spottedpelt and Gorsefur fought extremely well. Redpaw, come forward, please.”
His eyes shining and his fur bristling with excitement, the apprentice stepped forward.
Taking a deep breath, Windstar spoke the ritual words: “I, Windstar, leader of WindClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down upon this apprentice. He has trained hard to learn the ways of your noble code, and I commend him to you as a warrior in his turn. Redpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend this Clan, even at the cost of your life?”

Redpaw’s voice was shaking slightly as he mewed: “I do.”
Windstar went on: “Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Redpaw, from this moment on you shall be known as Redfoot. StarClan honours your courage, and your intelligence, and we welcome you as a full warrior of WindClan.”
Windstar rested his muzzle on the new warrior’s head, and Redfoot licked his shoulder respectfully, then padded over to the other warriors. “Redfoot! Redfoot!”
“According to our traditions, Redfoot, you will sit vigil till dawn, and you shall not talk until dawn.”
Jumping down form the Tallrock, Windstar stopped to congratulate Redfoot, before padding over to Rabbitpelt. “Can you lead a hunting patrol? I need to rest for a bit.”
When Rabbitpelt pelt nodded, the WindClan disappeared into his den under the Tallrock.

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xD just one thing about when you mention Runningleaf--

"Thank StarClan none of you are seriously hurt. Wait there, please."
In a moment the pretty calico she-cat returned, her jaws full of herbs. Setting them down, she selected a few leaves of marigold, chewing them up, and then patted the pulp onto Windstar’s wounds. “I want to see them every day, please,"

Runningleaf would actually be more like,

"The worst wound is ____ on _____, and it's not to deep," Runningleaf purred. "Stay here, I'll be right back. . . . I want to see all of you each day, okay?"

She wouldn't be saying please over and over xD

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Sorry. I just never really know what other people's chars are going to say. (You didn't object about the "pretty" I put in )

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Sounds good, Wolfie ^^
Go ahead and update Windstar's bio!

[sandie]

^{I'm trying for TC med. cat :]}

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Smokeberry

The sun peeked over the horizon, as if not sure whether this was the right time to come up. Just a tiny sliver of bright, striking gold shone on the horizon, as a signal that the sun would come up. The ThunderClan camp was still all quiet; they weren't known for waking up extremely early. It was all very serene and beautiful, until:

"Hello, sun! How's it goin'?"

A furry cat face poked out of the den on one side of the clearing. Smokeberry was clearly either scrambled in the head or just plain optimistic. It turns out, he’s just plain optimistic. Maybe a little so optimistic, he’s crazy. I mean like, you don’t see a cat willingly wake up at the crack of dawn and start talking to the sun every day!

Actually, he seemed kind of happy at the moment. He seemed happy to be alive. However, his happy moment was shattered quickly. In one distressed word: “Smokeberry!”

It was obviously coming from Cinderstripe, a queen. She was due today. Smokeberry winced, glad that he would never have to feel that kind of pain. He let out a yowl, “Hang on tight, Cinderstripe! I’m getting my supplies!”

He raced into his den at a surprising speed for such a soft-looking tom and came out with thyme, chamomile, poppy seeds, cobwebs, and marigold. Finally, Smokeberry zipped into the nursery, right next to Cinderstripe. He lay his tail on her back. “It’s okay, Cinderstripe. I’m right here. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. And push. Really hard. But don’t forget. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe-”

“Yeah, I think she gets it, Smokeberry!”

An irritated voice came from the doorway. It was Voletooth, Cinderstripe’s mate. Voletooth was usually a very friendly tom, but Smokeberry knew that the only thing that was making him so cranky was the fact that he was worried for Cinderstripe. Smokeberry hoped that she wouldn’t die. The birthing was going very well...Kind of. Actually, it probably hurt Cinderstripe (a lot, on that matter), but, Smokeberry thought grimly, it could be worse. At least the gray tabby queen still had enough energy to frantically pray to StarClan.

“Okay, Voletooth, would you mind coming over here? I’m trying to do some stuff to help Cinderstripe.”

Voletooth nodded mechanically, his eyes vacant and scared. “What do you want me to do?” he asked, voice shaking.

Smokeberry gathered the poppy seeds, chamomile, and thyme into a pile. “Just mix this together. It’ll make a calming mix. Then Cinderstripe will be more calm and won’t be aching as much.” he meowed cheerfully.

“Anything for Cinderstripe!” Voletooth nodded, and started mixing them together.

There was already two kits. My, this is a big litter, Smokeberry thought, noticing a third a little bit away. His eyes widened. Third kit? A little bit away?

He immediately snapped to action, pulling the third kit closer and shoving it into the warmth of Cinderstripe’s belly. Finally, he hurriedly started licking it. It was a dark gray, darker than Cinderstripe, but lighter than Voletooth, and it had faint stripes on it. Smokeberry worriedly looked on when the kit finally put its head into the air and took a croaking inhale. There were now three other kits crowding around the kit that almost died.

“Voletooth!” Smokeberry ordered quickly, “Give me the calming mix.” He took the leaf that Voletooth handed it to him and dumped all of it Cinderstripe’s mouth. Cinderstripe immediately felt drowsy.

“We’ll name the kits together when I wake uhhh...” the sentence was never finished, because Cinderstripe gave a huge yawn and curled up, her nose twitching happily.

Voletooth was ecstatic. He danced around the nursery. “My kits! My kits! My very own kits!”

“Don’t step on the kits,” Smokeberry warned, his eyes flashing teasingly. With that, he left the nursery silently and padded back into his den just as the camp started to wake up.


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^^ Very nice

I have only one objection; his name. Smokeberry doesn't really make sense, and I like to keep the names realistic xP (Smoke + berry don't really have any relation to each other)

So if you don't mind changing his name, everything else is great =]

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<sup>Sorry for arguing. D It's just that, they do make sense. Smoke is because of his gray patches. Here's his picture: click! And berry is because he is very good at herbs. I used this name guide to help me choose the name: GUIDE!

Yeah. So sorry for arguing. xD</sup>

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That's alright xD
Okay, I guess that makes sense.
Keep the name xD.

ACCEPTED! (:
Go make his bio

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[sandie]

^{Okee! :] Thanks xD}