[ARCHIVED] auditioning for high ranks

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[ARCHIVED] auditioning for high ranks Feb 7, 2019 18:36:01 GMT

Post by fish on Feb 7, 2019 18:36:01 GMT

CAUTION : WORK IN PROGRESS!!!
Anything beyond this point could look and/or sound horrible, you have been warned!

PERCHSTAR of REEDCLAN

56 MOONS
RANK
SHE-CAT/MOLLY
HETERO

PERSONALITY

PERCHSTAR has many characteristics that help her stand out from the crowd. Though if you asked her to name them off, she'd tell you to take a hike. Much like her rather angular features, she has a distinct sharpness that let's her lead with an iron paw. If something is said, she's made up her mind and won't be changing it any time soon. Though her stubborn mindset can be a downfall, as sometimes it clouds her judgement and ability to see the truth.

And while she would rather see things go her way than any other, she acknowledges that things can't always go as planned. She's quite the realist in this manner. Although with a motto of 'expect the worst, so if it goes well you're pleasantly surprised', many could call her a pessimist in denial. Adapt and overcome is another trick up her sleeve when it comes to plans going haywire. It's easier for others to catch her off guard if she's ready to change course at a moments notice.

Confidence is key in her world. With her small stature, she almost has to fake it to make it. Much of her apprenticeship was spent teaching her how to fit into her large personality. She carries herself in a regal manner to command respect. Her voice seems to never waver even in times of distress. In some shape or form, she's perfected the facade of the perfect leader. But behind her 'lies' is a complex feline. A broken one.

Many will never find themselves close to the real her. The real Perchstar that used to want a happy kit-filled life. The real Perchstar that wanted every she-cat's dream of being a queen with an adoring mate and plenty of kits. This happy go lucky side of her is a rare sight, and only an acquaintance to the real world.

HISTORY

PERCHKIT | The young molly was born into a rather large litter during the dead of leabare. However, due to the unfortunate, and rather inconvenient, timing only she and one other kit survived. But none the less they began to grow. And as they grew, their parents swept the loss under the rug as if it never occurred. From the beginning the young molly was a fighter. She pushed her sibling out of the way to nurse and seemed to command attention and space. As moons began to pass, Perchkit grew slowly. Though while remaining small, her personality grew large. Constantly attempting to pick on her now much larger sibling, the she-cat started fights she often times would lose. She began to grow a temper, and a competitive nature. Losing was never in her stars, or so she told herself.

PERCHPAW | Becoming an apprentice was perhaps the best day of her life. She was free...to an extent. But for the first time in her young life she was allowed some sort of freedom. Handed over to a she-cat by the name of Daceclaw, Perchpaw was in for a lesson or two. Her mentor carried a larger build, and was very aware of it. Perchpaw soon grew to hate their sparring matches. She began to loathe the sound of her mentors voice. Scratches and bruised muscles seemed to be all that she was coming out of this with. And with a broken ego and some sort of sorry/pathetic look in her eyes she hauled herself to Heronstar. The tom was old, though admittedly wise. And in a lesson she'll never forget, told her to more or less 'grow up'. Feeling defeated and angered, a young Perchpaw headed off to find her mentor.

With a surprising amount of gusto and energy, the small ginger tabby let her have it. She threw just about every word she could at her mentor, and all she was met with was "Are you finished yet?" It was then explained to her that she was only being treated in such a manner to make her tougher. To help her small stature become less of a downfall. She needed to find ways around it, and to use it to her advantage. Her size was not to determine how others treated her. And as the reality set in, Perchpaw started to receive real training. Suddenly it wasn't about how much mass she had, but how she placed the little she did harbor. She learned to carry her posture differently to appear confident. And the little warrior inside her began to shine. That kit that didn't like to lose was beginning to win once more.

They practiced, and they practiced, and they practiced. Everyday Perchpaw became swifter and more adept at moving her body in the mannerisms that would help her be at the top of her game. Soon she was beginning to give her sibling a run for their money once more. She began to challenge every apprentice that would allow it and her confidence soared.

RELATIONSHIPS

MOTHER:

Moss

FATHER:

Otter

SIBLINGS:

Toad

OTHERS:

Daceclaw - Mentor
Addertail - Former Apprentice

SHORT DESCRIPTION

a small ginger and white she-cat with amber eyes

OTHER INFORMATION

PERCH - yellow perch = ginger tabby
STRIKE - ability to fight = overcoming her small stature and being a great fighter
STAR - if chosen for leader

Prompt 1. Hawthornstar has contracted greencough, and try as the medicine cats may, her lives continue to slip away one by one until she joins your ancestors in StarClan. Her loss was sudden, and it's now your turn to step up. What do you say to reassure the clan that you are ready and able to guide and protect them? What do you do to ensure this disease is simply an isolated incident and not an indicator of things to come?

WRITING SAMPLE

It wasn't fair. Though, it never would be. The death of a friend, of a leader, of a mentor in many ways...well it was something that could never be made fair. It could never be justified or okay.

"'How do I make it right? How do I do it?' You lead."

The final two words were unexpected and cryptic at best. Perch could've given better advice than a pair of words. Two words were what she had to go off of. She had been left with two words. Two words were all she had to lean on as when she addressed the clan. The clan. Her clan.

There it was. The acknowledgement that everything she had worked so hard for was finally hers. The many moons of serving Hawthornstar were to now pay off. Some glimmer of pride overcame her eyes for a moment, though she was quick to cast it to the side in the presence of the Medicine Cats. Grief was supposed to be her main emotion. It was what the average cat would feel in this moment. And perhaps, in some manner grief was what she felt. Though it wasn't weighing her down, it wasn't suffocating her to the point where she felt inadequate and inconsolable. Was that a heartless way to feel?

With a pang of guilt, she forced a single solitary tear to slide down her cheek. Suddenly a lesson learned moons ago echoed in her head, "Sometimes it's not what they hear, it's what they see." Already the wise leader was reminding her of the tricks of the trade. Leadership wasn't just the words she spoke, it was the actions she took...the way she appeared.

Last Edit: Feb 7, 2019 21:54:02 GMT by fish

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[ARCHIVED] auditioning for high ranks Feb 8, 2019 19:34:50 GMT

Post by nicky0 on Feb 8, 2019 19:34:50 GMT

Lynxstar of Reedclan

AGE (IN MOONS) 38
RANK Leader
GENDER Trans She-cat
SEXUALITY Lesbian

PERSONALITY

Lynxstar at her core is a warrior, through and through. She strives for perfection at all times and very often consults her senior warriors for advice, never too prideful to ask for help. On the other paw she will very quickly overwork herself for the sake of her clan mates, to the point of becoming sick. Lynxstar also values the opinions of her medicine cat when it comes to things that have to do with Starclan. She is also a very present leader and can be often seen curled against her mate talking with the rest of the clan, and she will also commonly spend time with her clans apprentices. To outsiders she appears as a calm soft spoken cat who rarely flicks a whisker when insults are thrown her way, but boils when threats are placed on her family, be it her mate or her elder father.

HISTORY

Lynxkit was born under the leadership of Hawthornstar and since she opened her eyes she had her heart set on the leaders den, but her life was filled with challenges as her mother was killed just before she was apprenticed. Her mother had been her first teacher, her aggressive personality causing her to often and accidentally push her kit to far, which in the end was her own downfall. Her father was a gentle tom an easygoing counter to his mates edges, who whispered calmness to his daughter. It was her father who had been out hunting with her mother at the time her mother had been killed and was injured to the point of retiring, scars from the coyote attack becoming to tight and painful to allow movement.
When she became Lynxpaw she trained under a wise warrior as well as her father, to the best of his ability, she spent as much of her time as she could working on her control and her strength forgoing friendships and playtime to train. Despite not having many close friends she was liked by her fellow denmates for her gentle voice and quiet but constant support of them if they asked her for any training help. Her first gathering was an overwhelming experience for her when a Cavernclan cat made a scathing remark about her Father's scars and she was forced into being taken home by her mentor who scolded her till sunhigh. After that day she promised her Father she would work on her temper and that she would not end up like her Mother.
Her naming ceremony came to pass and she was named Lynxsong, her leader seeing her for her soft spoken leadership over her prowess for the battlefield. Not long after her naming ceremony she was given an apprentice, who she loved like a brother. Her once hidden affection became more obvious as she trained the young cat with patience, praising him with gentle licks and scolding him with a soft paw over the ears, preferring positive reinforcement over negative. That is when she began to notice an uppity, princess of a warrior who was named Orchidfang, she-and her mother- had joined the clan as an apprentice and was a cat who Lynxsong often passed off as too obnoxious and rude to talk to in her younger years. But the she-cat was her apprentices older sister and therefore Lynxsong was forced to talk to her almost everyday. Over the moons of training her apprentice, her relationship with Orchidfang became one of playful teasing and moonlight meetings, as they began to truly fall for each other. It was in leaf-bare when her apprentice was given his warrior name and she could hardly contain herself, cheering his warrior name next to her mate. The young tom’s warrior life was short lived as he was killed in a border patrol next to Cavernclans territory, when a border skirmish was interrupted by a pack of wolves chasing down an old elk. The elk had crushed the young tom under its beating hooves and killed the Cavenrclan tom he was fighting as well. The rest of the cats had fled, with Lynxsong carrying her old apprentice the whole way back to camp. The death of the tom rattled her more than she would ever admit and she drew closer to Orchidfang, both she-cats leaning on each other for support.
It wasn't very long until old Silverthroat had retired and she was promoted to deputy much to her delight, she purred harder than ever when her Father proudly howled her name and could almost hear her Mother as well. Her time as deputy was spent learning everything she could about balancing her clans needs with its wants, following her leaders advice closely. Her first official gathering as a deputy she was determined to remain completely cool to the other clans, introducing herself to the other deputies and vowing to memorize their names. She also talked with the medicine cats deeming it important to know their names as well. When the same Cavernclan cat from her first gathering approached her again she hardened herself for verbal battle but was surprised when the she-cat sat next to her-much to her own leaders annoyance- and began to chat with her. Lynxsong was utterly confused by this strange she-cat but made polite conversation until the gathering ended. The same cat sat next to her every single gathering until Lynxsong became leader.
When greencough ripped through her camp and killed her leader she was anxious but prepared to step into her paw prints and become the leader of her clan. Her naming ceremony was an emotional one for her, receiving a life from her mother, her previous apprentice, her grandparents and two of her older siblings whom had never passed kithood. Her Mother gave her a life with the message of ferocity and power, her old apprentice gave her, her second life with the message of love. Her Grandparents each gave her a life with the message of patience and loyalty to her clan, as well as the same battle driven ideals her mother had passed along. Her last life though, was given to her by a tom whom she did not recognize, but looked much like her fallen apprentice. He gave her the life of gratefulness, extending his love to her for caring for his kit. This life left Lynxstar the most shaken and grateful. She woke to the smell of the river and hightailed back to her clan embracing her mate and Father, whispering to him how she had seen her Mother.

-Her appearance to outsiders is much like a frozen sea, calm and quiet, but dangerous if pushed too far and to be treated with extreme caution. She rarely wishes for war to solve problems despite being a warrior and would rather solve her problems diplomatically. She is also attempting to improve her clans relationship, not believing that past of dead cats should not bring harm to her clan. Her punishments are almost always beneficial in someway to the clan as a whole, disrespectful apprentices and told to take care of the elders or assistthe medicine cat in their daily duties. Lynxstar also takes the time to personally work with each apprentice before they become warriors, making a mock battle part of their assessments.

-As her mate is not clan born Lynxstar is alot more open to outsiders joining her clan, almost always letting pregnant she-cats and kits join with much less suspicion and testing than a tom, loner or a kittypet. Cats that are elderly are also accepted into the clan with ease, but they aren't allowed to visit with kits or stay in the main elder den until the have been in the clan for a moon. With clan born cats she is a more reserved, making sure they have a valid reason for joining her clan instead of staying in their own. Clan born cats are required to be in the clan for a full season before they are allowed to go to gatherings again and must be in the clan for six moons before they are allowed to visit the nursery, which is the most closely guarded area of the Reedclan camp.

-Lynxstar’s relationship with Starclan has never been the strongest, as she values more the opinions of cats who are living through everyday with her rather than up in the stars. Despite that she stills shows respect to their prophecies and takes the word of her medicine cat to heart as she does with her deputies. She doesn't force her beliefs of Starclan apon anyone else, knowing that her beliefs are more subtle. Her trust of her clan is much stronger and if forced to choose between her ancestors and her clan she would always choose her clan.

RELATIONSHIPS

MOTHER:

Wolfbite, a massive silver and black striped she-cat with thick long fur and amber eyes, she died from a coyote attack at 31 moons.

FATHER:

Lilyshine, a stocky brown tabby with a soft cream underbelly and paws, long furred with green eyes. Has heavy scarring around haunches and scruff of his neck (currently 64 moons old)
!

SIBLINGS:

None!

OTHERS:

Orchidfang: A gorgeous gray and cream tabby with a soft red tail tip, she has green eyes and old scars around her back limbs from kithood, she is currently pregnant with Lynxstar’s kits and is much in love with her mate.

Coyotethroat: A sand colored skinny long legged she-cat from Cavernclan who often still tries to talk to Lynxstar when she sees her at the border, she has a black nose and pale amber eyes. She is covered in various scars from tussles with other cats at the border and her own Father.

Puddlefur: A young dull grey tom with a darker grey muzzle and paws, died due to injuries from and elk at 15 moons, he was Lynxstar’s first apprentice.

Salmontail: A large cream colored tabby cat with a much darker and strangely broad tail, he was Lynxstar’s mentor and is known for his powerful swimming.

Redkit: A fluffly and small sapia colored cat that died many moons before Lynxstar was born.
Canarykit: Named for her loud cries when she was first born Canarykit was Redkit’s littermate dying not long after him.

SHORT DESCRIPTION

Lynxstar: Is a massive she-cat with long gray fur and stripes down her back and her face, she has green eyes and many little scars well hidden under her very often groomed fur.

OTHER INFORMATION

Lynx: Given Lynx as a prefix for a kit because of the huge size of her paws and her coat coloring.

Song: Given song as a suffix for her smooth ability with words that greatly contradict her battle ready appearance.

Lynxstar hates eating newts due to having one as a “pet” when she was a kit.

Her biggest anxitiey as of current is her mate dying during kitting or her kits dying.

Prompt 2. MeadowClan, which has always been a close ally of ReedClan, has recently appointed a new leader. At the next meeting, you pull Graystar aside and speak to him privately to ask him how he's faring and, most importantly, gauge how relations between MeadowClan and ReedClan will continue under his leadership. What kind of advice do you give this fledgling leader? What do you say to figure out where he stands on continuing your alliance?

WRITING SAMPLE

Lynxstar settled herself on the grass next to Graystar, set apart from the rolling murmur of clans cats at the gathering. Her tail still in the grass, but her ears constantly moving, a trait that was passed down to her by her mother. She finds his eyes, staring at him for a few moments before she actually speaks.

“You’ve been leader for a few moons now, and I feel it is time we talked?” She says tipping her head slightly to the side. When the tom nods in response she continues.

“Yes, well, our clans have been allies for a long time, no? Since we were kits, since our mothers were kits. I know how much you respect tradition and I hope you know how much I value the safety of my clan over anything else.” She looks away from him into the heart of the gathering her eyes following her mate closely. He watches her from his place next to her, tail flicking against the cool grass.

“Yes, I do and what is the point you’re trying to make Lynxstar?” He says with a tone that gives away none of his feelings either way on her words.

She looks back at him again the shadows making both their eyes dance like starlight. She shifts her paws slightly in the grass then stands turning to face him completely, deciding to be honest with this cat instead of playing a part.

“The point I am making is that, well I hope you and I have the same goals in mind. Live a long calm life within our clans, and beyond that in Starclan.” She pauses for a moment then continues,” I don’t see you as a battle hungry cat Graystar, and despite being a new leader you seem to carry an interesting wisdom about you. I think we could genuinely help each other in these coming seasons and remain strong allies. Of course we share no borders, so we have little to correl about in our day to day lives but I feel as though having an ally on the other side of your enemy is always a good strategy for battle, no?”

She pauses again to collect her thoughts and allow Graystar a chance to reply when he remains silent she continues on with a slowly building passion in her words.

“See my clan has long had fights with the Cavernclan cats and you happen to be on the other side of them and in a place of neutrality with them just like I am with Branchclan. And as of currently I am working on a sort of relationship with them as well. My goal Graystar, is peace, peace on my borders, which means that I feel obligated to offer you advice on relationships.”

He stops her with a frown, whiskers twitching in slight annoyance, “ Who are you to give me advice Lynxstar? I trust in Starclan and my ancestors, they hated Branchclan for their choices in the past and I will continue to follow their wisdom to keep my clan moving forward.”

She tips her head to the side again intrigue in her eyes now,” But how will you move forward if your ideas remain in the past? I do trust in Starclan but I trust more in my senior warriors and my medicine cat, than I do in cats who have not touched this world in a long time. Who have not sat upon the same grass as we have and have not felt the cold brush of winter in many moons. I lead based upon the advice of many not only the advice of one Graystar. I mean no insult to you or your ideals but I wish to leave you with an option for the future that does not involve old blood spilt seasons ago.”

She takes a calming breath in, turning to head back towards the gathering to round her clan up and head back to her home. Graystar stands as well with neutral look on his face.

“I will think of what you said to me, Lynxstar.”

As he walks back towards his clan she allows herself a tiny dance of excitement, stamping her paws and flicking her tail, before heading back to her own clan.

Last Edit: Feb 8, 2019 20:38:01 GMT by nicky0

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[ARCHIVED] auditioning for high ranks Feb 10, 2019 3:07:07 GMT

Post by noivurn on Feb 10, 2019 3:07:07 GMT

TORRENTSTAR of REEDCLAN

40 moons
Leader
Female
Lesbian

PERSONALITY

Torrentstar is a kind, gentle soul, that is very loyal and dedicated to her clan. She's a huge cat-pleaser, and does her best to help others; she became a deputy so that she would be better able to help her clanmates. Although her natural gentleness made it difficult for her at first to fight other cats, she is also extreme loyal and protective of her clanmates, and will defend them any-means-necessary.

+ Kind ; Torrentstar is, at her core, a caring and gentle cat. She does her best to do what's right, and to be a force of good in the world. She's open-minded and accepting of others.
+ Loyal ; Torrentstar is very devoted to her loved ones and her clan, and will do anything for those she's loyal to. Her dedication to helping others will not waver, and she will defend others to her dying breath.
+ Thoughtful ; Torrentstar is smart, and always takes great care to think through her words and actions. She listens to her clan's opinions before coming to decisions, and never jumps to conclusions. She's very clever in battle and strategy, and isn't easily tricked.
= Graceful ; She puts a lot of energy into appearing graceful and well-composed. She strives to appear respectable and confident, and therefore is very conscious of her appearance.
= Quiet ; She is a naturally quiet and rather introverted cat, and is very reserved. She is soft-spoken, and is often asked to speak up.
- Insecure ; Torrentstar is extremely self-conscious, and struggles with self-doubt. She's always scared of letting down her clan and the cats that are close to her. She worries about everything, including things that are really not of much concern.
- Pessimistic ; She struggles with worry and when left to her own defenses, her mind often goes to the worst possibility. She really has to work hard to appear confident for her clan, and in the presence of stress often falls to her despair.
- Indecisive ; Torrentstar frequently second-guesses herself, and never makes a quick decision. She is poor at making snap decisions, and time pressure makes her extremely stressed.

HISTORY

Kit: Torrentkit was born to the warrior Leopardsong and a rogue father, about half a moon earlier than her half-siblings. Torrentkit was the result of a fling with the rogue cat Drake. She visited her father a few times along the clan's borders, and while he tried to connect with her, she found him too gruff and much preferred the Clan cats. When she was five moons old, Drake sneaked into camp and attempted to steal Torrentkit. He was discovered by the clan, and they apprehended him. There was a fight, but Drake was overpowered by the warriors and was chased off, not without a few new scars.
Apprentice: Torrentpaw became an apprentice slightly late, alongside her siblings who were a bit younger than her. She was extremely timid as an apprentice, and some of the more cynical warriors worried she wouldn't become a warrior, especially after her brother, Duskpaw, was killed by a coyote. However, she persevered, and with encouragement from her mentor, she grew into a clever and swift cat.
Warrior: Torrentpaw was given the name Torrentheart due to her loyalty and kindness. She had grown into her own somewhat, and although she was still anxious and quiet, she began to take on some responsibility once she became a warrior. She learned she was a patient mentor, and happily mentored any apprentice assigned to her.
Deputy: Despite her dedication to the clan, Torrentheart was surprised when Hawthornstar chose her as deputy. Although she knew she was well-trusted by the leader, she never thought of herself as deserving of such a role. However, she accepted the position, and pushed herself to fill it well. She put her heart into it, and continued to do what made her happy: helping her clan.
Leader: Torrentheart was shocked and devastated when Hawthornstar passed from Greencough. Although she was scared, she knew that her clan needed a leader, so she pushed her own feelings aside and stepped up as leader. She chose [DEPUTY] as the clan's deputy due to their [TRAITS]. Torrentstar received her 9 lives, and is still trying to get her footing as leader.

RELATIONSHIPS

MOTHER:

Leopardsong; Elder; NPC. Torrentstar attributes her grace and beauty to her mother, as well as her kindness. They had a good relationship, but weren't particularly close.

FATHER:

Drake; Rogue; NPC. Torrentstar's father was a rogue that Leopardsong met and was charmed by. However, he turned out to be an angry and controlling cat, Leopardsong rebuked him. He tried to be a part of Torrentstar's life, but ended up terrifying her and worsening her anxiety. She hates him, and hopes to never see him again. He's considered an enemy of ReedClan.

SIBLINGS:

Swanheart; Warrior; NPC. Torrentstar's half-sister and littermate. Swanheart is an athletic and well-meaning she-cat, who's a proud warrior. She and her sister are on good terms, but are not close.

Duskpaw; Apprentice/StarClan; Deceased. Torrentstar's late brother. They were close as apprentices, and Duskpaw's energy brought out the best in Torrentpaw. Unfortunately, he was killed trying to fend off a coyote. He gave Torrentstar one of her 9 lives.

OTHERS:

TBA !

SHORT DESCRIPTION

A long-tailed grey she-cat with dark grey spots.

OTHER INFORMATION

Torrentstar has anxiety, and is constantly battling her own anxious thoughts. She believes everyone deserves love, but struggles to love herself.
She finds the water very relaxing, and is a very strong swimmer, even by ReedClan standards.
If her father, Drake, ever returned to Clan territory, she likes to think she would kill him, though she wonders if she'd actually be able to do it.
More as things develop!

WRITING SAMPLE

Prompt 1. Hawthornstar has contracted greencough, and try as the medicine cats may, her lives continue to slip away one by one until she joins your ancestors in StarClan. Her loss was sudden, and it's now your turn to step up. What do you say to reassure the clan that you are ready and able to guide and protect them? What do you do to ensure this disease is simply an isolated incident and not an indicator of things to come?

Torrentheart was outside of the leader's den, curled up in a tight ball as she attempted to sleep. She was dozing, but it wasn't restful. She refused to sleep in the warrior's den; she was there for her leader if she or their medicine cat needed anything. Each time the medicine cat left the den, Torrentheart woke up, drearily meeting their eyes and asking, in a whisper, how she was doing. How she could help. Her grey spotted pelt, usually so well-tended, was messy and stuck up at odd angles, but she couldn't bring herself to pay it much mind.

Suddenly, Torrentheart snapped awake as a fit of coughing sounded from the leader's den, and the deputy's heart filled with dread. She jumped to her paws and slipped inside the den, softly asking the medicine cat how she could help. But the medicine cat simply shook their head, looking down at their paws sorrowfully. Torrentheart didn't need to hear the words spoken. She gave a gentle lick to her leader's head as the coughing stopped, remaining by her side until her breath stopped as well.

With a heavy heart, Torrentheart and ReedClan's medicine cat left the den, catching the attention of the warriors on guard. "She's gone," Torrentheart said softly, her voice drenched in grief. "Wake the other warriors," she said. "We mourn our leader tonight."

---

After Hawthornstar's vigil, Torrentheart left for the Star-Drip Cave immediately; she couldn't risk any time without her StarClan-given lives; her Clan needed a leader. Her self-doubt was forced out of her mind, she pushed herself out of her own head to do what needed to be done.

"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join me for a Clan meeting," Torrentstar called out, her usually quiet voice projecting across the camp, and the summoned cats filtered out of their dens to hear what their new leader had to say, looking up at her with curiosity, and no small amount of worry.

"ReedClan," she said, her voice soft but loud enough that the gathered cats could hear her, "Hawthornstar is gone. I share your sorrow, and your shock. None of us could have predicted this loss. I never thought I would become leader so soon, or under such sad circumstance. But I promise you this: I will do everything in my power to fill her paws, and to become the leader that ReedClan deserves. My dedication to my Clan has not wavered in this troubling time, and I will put my all into leading you. From this point forward, I implore you all to come to me with any concerns you may have, and I will do my best to address each of your concerns. Please, let me know if you need anything, and may StarClan guide us."

She dismissed the clan and returned to the leader's den - her den now. Thoughts swam in her head, and she had to resist the urge to weep. She wanted nothing more than to help her clan; she always had. She always would. But was she good enough? Did she deserve the 9 lives she was given? Her brain hissed at her the darkest of thoughts. It should have been me... But she couldn't let her clan see her fear- she wouldn't let her clan see her fear. She would be strong for them.

---

"Torrentstar?" asked one of the queens, catching her attention as she was about to leave the nursery. "I... have a question. Or, a concern, I suppose."

"Of course," the leader responded, "what is it?"

"Hawthornstar's greencough- what if it starts to effect the rest of the clan? What about the kits?"

"I recognize your concern, truly. I'll speak with the medicine cats about it as soon as I can."

"Thank you, Torrentstar."

She kept her promise to the queen, and in fact headed directly to the medicine den.

"No one is showing any signs of greencough or whitecough," the medicine cat assured her.

"That's good news. But we should still be alert. I trust your judgment, but I believe we should be as cautious as possible..." Her tail lashed in thought.

She called for her new deputy, and the three cats spoke about what they could do to prevent another infection. Of course, there was nothing that could guarantee the sickness wouldn't come back- but they would do everything in their power to avoid it.

"We'll send out more patrols looking for herbs," Torrentstar decided. "Anycat that has a cough, even if they don't feel sick, reports to the medicine den immediately, no questions asked. Moss beds are to be changed every other day, every day for the nursery and elders."

Torrentstar gave her decree once she departed her meeting with the deputy and medicine cat, and she watched as her clan jumped to action. She breathed out a heavy sigh as she watched, hoping that she really was doing all she could. After a moment, she got to her paws, heading for the den to help change the moss. She would see her clan through this; ReedClan needed a leader, and she would be right there with them.

Last Edit: Feb 10, 2019 3:29:46 GMT by noivurn

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[ARCHIVED] auditioning for high ranks Feb 19, 2019 3:49:09 GMT

Post by syd on Feb 19, 2019 3:49:09 GMT

Open Leader Positions

ReedClan:

[/i]. Hawthornstar has contracted greencough, and try as the medicine cats may, her lives continue to slip away one by one until she joins your ancestors in StarClan. Her loss was sudden, and it's now your turn to step up. What do you say to reassure the clan that you are ready and able to guide and protect them? What do you do to ensure this disease is simply an isolated incident and not an indicator of things to come?

Prompt 2. MeadowClan, which has always been a close ally of ReedClan, has recently appointed a new leader. At the next meeting, you pull Graystar aside and speak to him privately to ask him how he's faring and, most importantly, gauge how relations between MeadowClan and ReedClan will continue under his leadership. What kind of advice do you give this fledgling leader? What do you say to figure out where he stands on continuing your alliance?[/ul][/ul]

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