HeatherClan Leader

[ALANNA]

Concerning basic principles...
&&. In the case of auditions, the form below is copied and pasted into this thread. Do not attempt to create a new thread in the board; you can't. Copy, paste into this thread, fill out, and post. Staff will appraise it as quickly as possible.

Concerning winning...
&&. When a Leader position is open, there must be an audition process. This does not mean that you create a character specifically for Leader and wait for several other people to do the same and after X amount of time, the staff simply pick someone. No, on A Warriors Fate, we prefer to keep things simple and straightforward. If you want to create a character for the position, you are more than welcome to. If you already have an accepted character that you wish to push forward in ambition, that is just as acceptable. The staff will peruse the auditions daily. There is no end date on any auditions. The staff reserve the right to select Leaders at which time is best for the site. Several things go into earning a Leader position. Simply because you are not promoted the day you post the audition does not mean you cannot be chosen the next day.






Name: assume the character is a leader and has already earned a "-star"
Age: age. remember that 30 moons is extremely young for a Leader.
Gender: tom, she-cat

Goals: where does he or she want the Clan to go?
Beliefs: religious, discriminatory, etc.
Strengths: there has to be a few. they have to be explained.
Weaknesses: there has to be a few. they have to be explained.
Personality: This cannot be copied and pasted straight from a bio.

History: Include how the lives were received, obtaining deputyship, etc.

Role-Play Sample: Quality is key.

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[font face="copperplate"]Age:[/font] age. remember that 30 moons is extremely young for a Leader.
[font face="copperplate"]Gender:[/font] tom, she-cat

[font face="copperplate"]Goals:[/font] where does he or she want the Clan to go?
[font face="copperplate"]Beliefs:[/font] religious, discriminatory, etc.
[font face="copperplate"]Strengths:[/font] there has to be a few. they have to be explained.
[font face="copperplate"]Weaknesses:[/font] there has to be a few. they have to be explained.
[font face="copperplate"]Personality:[/font] This cannot be copied and pasted straight from a bio.

[font face="copperplate"]History:[/font] Include how the lives were received, obtaining deputyship, etc.

[font face="copperplate"]Role-Play Sample:[/font] Quality is key.

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[crowstar]

Name: Crowstar
Age: 48
Gender: Tom

Goals: 


Isolation -- Reliance on anyone but themselves is dangerous. Very dangerous. Plus, being in debt is generally a bad idea. He doesn't like how the past has shaped his Clan, willing to give out help to anyone for no payment. His Clan is not your personal assistant, and the other leaders will know this. 


Strength -- Not just vain and pretty, HeatherClan will be strong enough to defend what is theirs, and able to keep it that way with little effort. If they have to bloody noses, so be it. 


Knowledge -- Knowledge is power, and knowing what is going on is helpful. Yet you can't just ask a passing patrol for news, and sometimes Gatherings are too late. Loners can be helpful, with the right incentive, however, you must always have the upper hand in negotiating. 


Merciless -- To teach his Clan that just because a cat is a Clan cat, does not make it 'holy'. Make them screech, bleed, wail if you must. To attack without fear of killing, frees one's mind.  This is just one idea he'd like to instill in every kit and warrior in his Clan. Mercy is for those who think peace lasts forever.




Beliefs: 

StarClan is real, but not all powerful -- 


He believes in StarClan. He's leader, how could he not? However, he doesn't think you should just roll over for them. They hold their own destiny, too much reliance could be a bad thing. 


Clan blood is best -- 


Cats are not all made equal. A cat will Clan blood is genetically superior to one who is from a line of kitty-pets. In his mind, if you're not Clan, you're not worth the food in your mouth. He's very much a purist. 


Seeing is believing --

Taking someone's word for isn't his style. If he can't touch it or see it, it's a lie, or trick. 


Strengths: 

careful -  He tries not to do anything that might get himself killed, and tends to let others do the heavy lifting. His first priority was him. 
Fast - He's sleek, and fast. He moves like the wind, and beating him on a foot-race is something to brag about.
gifted speaker - He knows what to say, nine times out of ten. Words come easily to him, just like breathing. He likes to talk too, so good luck shutting him up. 
energetic - Rarely sitting still for too long, he tires only after a long, hard day. 
politically inclined - He knows how to keep people happy, kissing babies and all that. He knows how to make the hard choices, and then show the masses how they're the 'right' choices.
can read a crowd- He tends to react accordingly to crowd's shift in attitude. He's good at gauging the air around a meeting, and can adjust with little worry, some of the time.
Sharp turns - Maneuvering quickly is  a strong point for him, he's good at having to, chasing hares and rabbits over the flat territory. 



Weaknesses: 

impatient- his energy, his personality, makes him impatient for everything. this is the quickest way to anger, just make him wait it out, it'll give you the upper hand. 
not a heavy hitter - he's not going to deal out heavy blows, he's strength is in his speed. 
ruthless - mercy isn't his favorite idea, and it means he's perhaps a little unstable.  it makes him blind to certain routes and choices. 
not good with personal issues -  he'd rather face down a pack of dogs than talk about his own problems, especially to his mate. 
hot tempered - he burns hot, and long. which means he's prone to being pushed into making a rash decision. 
can be provoked fairly easily - it's not hard to push him into making a snap decision, most of the time, but you can bet he'll stick to it. 
fears heights - he doesn't like to climb, or be too far off the ground, it completely throws him off stride. 
mildly paranoid - he doesn't trust blindly, and perhaps he is too quick to see enemies in the shadows, making him jumpy and quick to distrust.
lightly muscled - he's going to feel a hard blow more than one more muscled than he, he's lighter muscled and it shows. Speed for strength.
 
 

Personality:

Impatient

Wait, wait, wait! No! Keep up or be left behind. He doesn't like to be slowed down for any reason. Not for the old or sick, or even the dead. He's hurtled through his life with little regard to those who he has left in his wake. With the aid of friends and family though, he's perhaps gotten a little more reasonable. He dislikes waiting his turn, waiting for reports, and often demands answers before they are ready or half-formed. Waiting gives others time to think, and he likes to keep everyone else on their toes, it keeps them from thinking they know better than him. It also frustrates him to wait for information. You should know by now what he wants to know, you should have run faster, you should have spoken swifter! He often takes the idea of 'late' news badly, and often verbally tears into the one who is giving him a report or news. At gatherings, he's obviously impatient with the other leaders, never seeming able to sit still long enough to politely listen to their news. His is the most important, obviously.

Stubborn

Him, wrong?! Oh do spare him! In his own mind, Crowstar is never wrong, no matter the proof that is shoved under his own nose. It often takes him all but seeing his errors with his own eyes to believe he's wrong or has made a mistake. Perhaps it has to do with his quiet confidence, after all, being confident is half the battle when being right. He refuses to see things another way if it's shoved in his face, and when he thinks he knows the right path, he's not going to listen, not to you, not to his mate, and possibly not even StarClan. This stubborn nature tends to show along with his temper, the more you press the issue. Him thinking he knows better may stem from actually thinking so, but if you keep pushing it and pissing him off, he'll fight and oppose you just to make your day harder. He can be spiteful, nasty, and downright cruel should he feel the situation calls for it, and he'll be such a way in the name of 'stubbornness' or 'necessity'.

Regal


Something short of a king, is the way he moves and walks. He can be impatient, hurtful, cruel, and a bit like a kit. However, his even voice, cool toned, and refined hand. He doesn't raise his voice, he doesn't scream or rave at cats. He's aware of his public appearance, and just because he may berate and shame other cats, he may be impatient, and he may be honest to a fault, but he rarely looses his cool temperament in broad public places. He is never obviously late to anything, if the other three Clans don't like it, like his tendency to move at his own pace, then they can easily get over themselves. He never bows his head, grovels, or apologizes for himself to another cat, aside from those he actually cares deeply for. He also tends to think that the temporary decisions, 'laws' he lays down, hold the weight of StarClan, and those that go against them, are asking for punishment to crash down on their heads.

Honest

Honesty, is his strongest policy. Liars and cheats are the ones that make his teeth itch the most, and the ones he'd be happy to remove from their lives. He also has a tendency to say what he thinks, even if it isn't really acceptable in private, let alone in public. He tends not to think before he speaks, therefore there can be agonizingly hurt feelings thrown into daily life. He tries to think when he speaks. Unfortunately, his impatience hamstrings him, and he finds himself spitting out things that he can only cringe at. He also has a tendency not to lie even to the youngest of cats. Small lies, or big, gentle or harsh, he doesn't see why one would lie to the young it will only teach the young to lie to the younger. He was taught at a young age, that honesty is the best and generally the right policy when dealing with other cats. He sadly missed the memos about polite lies. Pity.

History: 


kit

Born Crowkit to two warriors by the name of Whiteflower and Shadewhisker alongside of his siblings, Black-kit and Nightkit. He was the only male out of the three kits, and the darkest out of all them, though his stripes and were lighter than either of his sisters. Whiteflower had her hands full once her three kits started to climb around, including on top and over her. Their father thought it was precious, and often inspired attacks upon their mother’s resting form, which all three kits did enthusiastically. His mother was never as amused by their father, but she loved all of her children, caring for them equally, though she did expect her only son to look after his two little sisters.

apprentice

As an apprentice, Crowpaw, Blackpaw, and Nightpaw were separated during the day by their mentors. At first, it was hard, not knowing what his sisters were doing, not knowing if they were upset or frustrated, and it frustrated him when he could only mumble something at them in passing, instead of the full conversation like he would have liked from them. This resentment of his mentor separating him from his littler-mates all day faded two moons after it started, when a new apprentice joined them in the den. Adderpaw. The younger tom was a deep black in color, with vivid yellow eyes that seemed to track other cats, though he claimed he wasn’t watching them. Their mentors were close, best friends, so needless to say, he got a lot of quality time with the new apprentice, who at first, he didn’t care one way or the other a bout. Adderpaw was a curious, mouthy thing that seemed to always have something to say about everything, and tended to say it all to Crowpaw.

He can’t tell you even today when he realized he started to see the black apprentice as his closest friend, someone who always had time for him, always listened to him, and he often did the same. He didn’t realize this, however, until his younger friend was assigned to a patrol that ran into a small group of rogues, looking for a fight. The way his heart stopped when he saw the warrior bring the limp body of his friend back into camp, is something he’ll never forget, and hopes he’ll never see again. Adderpaw wasn’t dead, just injured, blood loss threatening him more than anything. Crowpaw visited every day, talking to his friend, grooming him when the younger tom couldn’t reach areas of his medium black fur. To see his friend reduced in such away, it was devastating to see the outspoken apprentice meekly accepting the aid of another cat.

Time passed and Adderpaw healed, and soon the two were back in the apprentice’s den, laughing and sharing meals, and generally inseparable. It was a moon before he became a warrior, thick in the middle of winter that his father died, after many moons of simply weakening until he could no longer leave camp, simply because it would tire him to walk to the edge of camp. The vigil of Shadewhisker shook him, and though he found himself comforting Blackpaw, it was Adderpaw who’s fur was most comforting against his, soothing almost, through that snowy night. After that, things started to go downhill fast. Blackpaw was killed by a fox, and Adderpaw started avoiding him. His mother was withdrawing from everyone, and Crowpaw was sinking in his own self-pity and misery.

warrior

He didn’t have long to dwell on it, a few suns later, he became a warrior after passing his assessment, though the fact that Adderpaw left halfway through the ceremony, and his mother never even showed, brought it all back. Crowpaw became Crowfrost on a cold, gray, day, and he had never felt more alone amongst his Clan.

As Crowfrost he made a few friends out of younger warriors, and even the admirable affection of a she-cat by the name of Snowtail. The two became close, and though it had been Adderpaw who abandoned him, he felt this sense of guilt knowing at his chest when he saw the young black tom, when he was with the white and tabby she-cat. He was sure he was on the fast-track to becoming mates with her when Adderpaw became a warrior, Adderclaw, for his long front claws. He had called the young tom’s name as loud as he could pride, joy, and hope coursing through him. It was that evening when Snowtail asked him if he loved him. In shock, horror, and perhaps shame, he swore vehemently that he did not, that was unnatural, unreasonable, and a foolish question. Snowtail had placed her tail over his muzzle and merely said she thought it wasn’t a bad thing, to be in love. She just thought it was intolerably sad that they were so thick.

A month later, he asked her to be his mate. She gently denied him, telling him that though she loved him, she refused to be mated to a tom who's heart obviously didn't fall in her favor. He didn't know what she was talking about, and for almost a moon he avoided her. Though, that was more out of awkward feelings lost between them than actual desire to do so. He gained his apprentice at about twenty moons of age, a quick ginger tom by the name of Reedpaw. Snowtail's apprentice Whitepaw was happy to have someone to train with, finally.

Halfway through Reedpaw's training, Snowtail got Adderclaw to talk to him again. It was as if nothing had changed between them, and their duo added a third, the trio happy to spend their evenings talking to one another, basking in the sunset with one another. At the warrior ceremony for Reedpaw, aside from noticing that he and the pretty Whitewhisker were painfully close, he had a private chat with Adderclaw. It was on this day that Adderclaw finally admitted he loved Crowfrost. Crowfrost's silence was taken as a silent rejection, and while Crowfrost was still in shock, Adderclaw walked away, dejection in every step.

It took three moons, for Crowfrost to come around, to realize that perhaps he felt the same as well. By this time, he was almost thirty moons old, and it was soon after they became 'official' in Snowtail's words, that Crowfrost became deputy. Though, just because he accepted his odd, disturbing, and unnatural feelings, doesn't mean that he let the rest of the Clan know. There was no telling how anyone would react, let alone how other Clans would react.

Deputy

There were several moons spent as deputy, where things never escalated beyond a sharp skirmish between Clans. Adderclaw got his first apprentice three or four moons after his companion's deputyship. Crowfrost spent a few hours a day with his duties, and the rest between Adderclaw and Snowtail. Nightpelt had kits that spring, two tiny toms. One was spotted like his mother, the other a little tabby and white. Palekit and Leopardkit, and honestly, Crowfrost couldn't have been a prouder uncle. The father of the kits was unknown, but he couldn't of cared less.

However, when they were three moons old, it came out that their father was a loner, from the edge of the territory. Half-clan kits, through and through. Shame was brought upon their family, and while they started to question her loyalty, scrutiny was turned on him as well. When the question came what to do with her, Crowfrost came down on the side of exile or death. If they caught her on the territory again, they'd treat her as enemy of the Clan. Her kits were given to another queen to nurse, and Adderclaw was enraged by his choice to agree with the leader.

Leader

It was almost ten moons after he became deputy that he became leader. After their their leader lost his last life, and he gained the suffix of 'star', much to his own irritation. Then again, it meant he could take care of his Clan a touch better, then so be it. He got his nine lives as all leaders do, Shadewhisker gave him courage, Blackpaw for ferocity, Grayfox gave loyalty , Birchnose his mentor for mentoring, Blackjaw his grandsire gave love, Silverthroat for compassion, Redbelly gave wisdom, Bitternstep for speed, and Swiftstar for leadership.

The first life he lost, was in a fight with a fox during leaf-bare. The last thing he heard was Adderclaw screeching his name as everything went black. When he awoke, the fox was dead, and his mate was assuring himself he was okay. He's ashamed to admit that he just laid in the snow, blood on him and around him, blinking like a groggy kit just awoken from his nap. That was early in his leadership, but he's gotten better about it.


Role-Play Sample: 


" I just can't believe she would do something so-so-so...foolish! Irresponsible! Idiotic! -"

"something so natural?"

" Exact-! What. "

It wasn't a question, and yellow eyes met yellow-green. If he wasn't in the middle of being swept away in a tide of ever growing furry, he might have taken note of the barely controlled anger in the black tom's eyes. As it was, he was all but shaking in his rage. Rage at his sister, her actions, her lack of responsibility, sensibility, and most other things ending in -bility. His fur was all but standing on end, and his claws were digging in and out of the ground under his paws. Adderclaw sat carefully watching him, black fur glinting in the sun. The warrior was giving him that look, that look that was given when one was in such trouble that it would be best to merely bow one's head and agree with whatever came out of the look giver's mouth. It was just a pity that Crowfrost didn't see things quite the same way as most when confronted with an angry mate.

" What did you just say?"

His own mouth felt numb, his voice was distant to his own ears, and something like shock and anger raced down his spine. He was agreeing with her?! Her, over his own mate, Crowfrost's sister over  himself. He was in such a state of stunned shock that he couldn't even growl out the words. Not that Adderclaw would have been particularly frightened to begin with. He let his gaze wander past the black tom's shoulder, into the brush beyond him, willing himself to not feel the momentary betrayal of such words.

" She's your sister, Crowfrost. She fell in love, it happens all the time. She had kits, that happens too, you're not blind or stupid Love."

The tip of his tail flicked at the patronizing tone that Adderclaw used. The word confused him, it was something that Adderclaw had picked up from Crowfrost's sister, though he wasn't sure when. It only added to his irritation, though. A low growl formed in the back of his throat, and he sat, stiffly.

" Don't use that word. Do you even know what it means? It's not natural, by the way. A good, loyal, cat falls in love with another Clan cat. Not some outsider flea-bag. It's not natural, Adderclaw. "

Yellow-green eyes narrowed in controlled anger, tail flicking almost violently as he stared at his supposed mate. Crowfrust stared back, fur bristled further, ears flattening slightly. He was ready for an angry retort, a hissing response, or perhaps even claws across his ears. Instead, Adderclaw merely stood, fur fluffing against the winter cold. Without saying a word, the tom walked passed him, without the normal touch of a tail on his shoulder, without saying anything, or looking at him. Crowfrost didn't move, not until the sound of the tom's steps were gone. It was going to be this fight again, then. He resisted the urge to sigh, his gut tightening noticeably. He growled softly to himself. No, he wasn't going to do this again. He'd apologize later, after his sister was dealt with.

How stupid did she have to be?! A loner? To disgrace HeatherClan like it, it was beyond stupid. He knew she hadn't done it on purpose, she was his sister after all. It was just that, well, he feared what others would say of him. What criticisms would roll his way, what observations would be made of him. He didn't want nor need that scrutiny. What would he say? More importantly, what was he going to do? His sister couldn't escape this unscathed, none of them could. There would many that would forget this situation, but more that would remember it. He was deputy, and unless he died, he would have to live with this.

Stupid she-cat, if only she had trusted him to keep her secret safe!


He wasn't so sure if it was because he felt dishonored by her that it hurt so much, or the lack of trust between them. They had been so close, as kits. The tom stood again, and yellow eyes peered at the sky. StarClan help him, he was lost. Deputy, mated, and brother to what as a traitor. What was he to do? Was he even fit-? He stopped. Of course he was, he was chosen as deputy for a reason, if StarClan hadn't supported it, he could not have been where he was now. That didn't stop him from pacing. How was he to handle this? His lip curled, tail lashing yet again. Position, or family, was never a fun choice.

The fun choice. That was Adderclaw's influence, of course. He had never considered the 'fun' choice without the black tom near-by. What they were to each other. They had never really defined it, never really told anyone. Snowtail knew, of course. She had encouraged it even, something that always had frustrated and thrilled him to no end. He loved Adderclaw, yes, but the male could be as frustrating as a fox when he put his mind to it. The black tom was not a push-over, and refused to simply bow to him.

Professionally, it was infuriating. Relationship wise, it was infuriating as well. Claws sunk into the ground, jaw clenching as his thoughts chased themselves into dizzy circles. His head ached, he was cold, and the sun was almost to the horizon in sky. Clouds were moving in again, potential snow tonight it appeared. A rustling caught his attention, and the ginger deputy whirled, ears half flattening with the motion.

" Show yourself, you're as subtle as a storm."

A young warrior, Robinflight stepped into sight, nervous, obvious of his tail's flicking, and darting eyes.

" Crowfrost, you're needed back in camp. Swiftstar wants all final comments from senior warriors, and of course his deputy."

Crowfrost's eyes widened before narrowing. He stalked past the young warrior, tail flicking him sharply once on the ear in irritation.

" What?! Why didn't you run, you ball of lazy fur? Do you not have an idea what 'important' or 'urgent' means?!"

The young tom flinched, following on the heels of the deputy. Crowfrost paid him no mind. He knew what he had to do, for better or worse. He hoped it was for better, but the way his heart settled unevenly, he doubted it would end that way.


((note that this is long for me, I average 300 - 500 words or more. I was just museful. xD))

[ALANNA]

Approved

Congratulations! The staff, Alanna and Halt, approve the audition for Crowstar by Alistair for the position of HeatherClan Leader.

Feel free to create his biography at this time. A PM will be sent to you regarding the powers and privileges granted by this rank.