TC DEPUTY AUDITION

[lynx]

tempestclan deputy
so you'd like to be tempestclan's new deputy huh? well good for you! please follow the form below and post your audition in this thread. the character with which you apply does not need to be pre-existing, so you may use any account you want in this or any other audition thread.

good luck!

please respond in character to the scenario described below:

your leader has fallen terribly ill! not only do they teeter on their last life, but a patrol has just busted into camp going on about a new fox den they just found absolutely riddled with fresh scents. it's time for you to step in and protect your clan.

please post your response and audition using the form below:
[blockquote][b][i]ooc name:[/i][/b] what do we call you?
[b][i]fun fact:[/i][/b] tell us a fun fact about you!!
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[b][i]ic name:[/i][/b] who are you auditioning with?
[b][i]age:[/i][/b] in moons
[b][i]gender:[/i][/b]
[b][i]short description:[/i][/b] or a link to a picture
[b][i]strengths:[/i][/b] list five or more
[i][b]weaknesses:[/b][/i] same amount as strengths
[b][i]brief personality:[/i][/b] feel free to list
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[blockquote][div align="justify"]stick your character's response to the scenario here.[/div][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[→ badgerstrike]

ooc name: lace
fun fact: I was born without tonsils!

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ic name: badgerstrike
age: 40 moons
gender: male
short description: click !
strengths: 
-- ambassadorial 
-- fiercely loyal
-- excellent at bargaining
-- persuasive
-- independent
weaknesses:
-- self-conscious
-- stoic
-- grief-filled past
-- quick to judge
-- a bit egotistical 
brief personality:  he's a mix between brambleclaw -stoic and professional- and blackstar- prideful and a bit ruthless. he has a bit of an issue holding his tongue when it comes to defending his clan, but he has strengths in bargaining and persuading. his boastful nature might get a bit annoying, but he has good intentions. he's mindful of others and tries to be a peace keeper, but sometimes his past catches up with him and taunts him to give up.

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The fear that glided off the clan was almost palpable. Sounds of quiet chattering and scuffling paws filled the camp. A black and white warrior strode out of his den, his paws heavy on the ground, his stride full of purpose. Cats who had gathered in the clearing turned to watch him, their gazes saturated with unanswered questions. Just days ago, life in the clan had been normal. All had been as it should- kits were being born, patrols were being fulfilled, and TempestClan was at it's pique. Then the air shifted, and pollution that reeked of uncertainty and angst settled in a cloud above the camp, formed by the cats below. Their faithful leader, Dreamstar, had fallen ill. The black and white warrior sat himself in the midst of the camp, looking around. No cat dare to approach him- perhaps they were all too scared to ask questions he might have answers for. The tom wasn't certain on how many of his clanmates knew their leader was on her last life, but he could be certain they would all find out. His whiskers twitched at the thought of the chaos that would engulf his clan when they did, and a solemn feeling washed over the tom. He stood up, his destination the leaders den, letting his eyes meet those of his clanmates with a calm look of poise. He padded toward the entrance to the den, and announced his presence quietly.


Upon entering, the tom swallowed bile that threatened to spill out of his throat. Dreamstar lay on her side, weakness in every breath. The warrior dipped his nose to hers, and stepped back, shivering. "Greetings, Badgerstrike." She rasped. The tom flinched at the rawness of her voice. He sat down, his tail curled around his paws. "Do you need anything?" He asked, dipping his head politely. "Perhaps some moss-water." The she-cat waved him off with a flick of her tail, making it obvious that she had rather not discuss it. "How are the patrols doing?" The tom blinked, swiveling his head to peer out of the den, judging the position of the sun. "The morning patrol should be back any moment." He said, his voice cool. Inside, he was screaming- he didn't want his leader to die! She had been there for him through everything. He had always dreamed of being leader, but he didn't want to do it at the expense of her life. The she-cat opened her mouth to respond, but the thrumming sound of pawsteps entering the camp made her pause. Badgerstrike stood up immediately, taking great effort to keep his fur remaining flat."Badgerstrike!" One of him clanmates called. The tom rushed out of the den, spotting the members of the morning patrol. 


Instantly, they turned their attention toward him. "We were patrolling along the stream to the east of camp and Silvertide scented fox. So we went to check it out, and we couldn't even get within ten fox lengths of the den- it reeks!" The tom nodded, shifting his paws on the ground in order to appear calm. His clanmates needed him. Fear was suddenly wafting from every pelt in the clearing. "How fresh?" He asked. "They had just come through, we're lucky we didn't run into them." His clanmate was panting, showing just how fast they had reported back to camp. Badgerstrike laid the tip of his tail on his clanmates shoulder, trying to calm him. "Should someone tell Dreamstar?" Nerves pricked at his paws.  "Of course they should, immediately. Send someone in when she is done resting, and assure her that I have things covered." He paused, thinking on his feet. "I want two warriors guarding the nursery, three guarding the entrance, one at both the leader and medicine cat den, and the rest come with me. I will lead a patrol and investigate the den."

As the patrol raced out of camp, Badgerstrike in the lead behind the original patrol leader, he struggled to remain calm. Half of the fur on his pelt was on end screaming to send his warriors back to camp- to do this on his own. The other half was screaming to hurry up, to fix this before it was too late. Like it was with Mothshine. The warrior thought. Shaking off the memory, the warrior pushed even faster, until the den was in sight. The scent of fox made his nose burn, and his instincts were screaming at him to run. Halting the patrol with the flick of his tail, he gathered them in. "I'll go close and see if there are any inside. I want the rest of you to spread out behind me and watch closely, but be on the lookout for returning foxes. If I scent one, I'm gonna draw it out, and then we'll attack it and chase it across the border." He hissed his orders quietly, the patrol nodding, and turned. His steps silent, the tom slid up to the den and scented, the smell even stronger. Faint sounds of pawsteps echoed from out of the den, and the tom fought back a yowl of terror. Bracing himself, he puffed up his pelt, and hissed into the den, his sound echoing off the walls. Leaping back, the tom yowled a battle cry as the fox paced out of the den, teeth bared. The warriors of the patrol closed in on it, Badgerstrike taking the lead by swiping at it's muzzle. Once the fox was focused on him, the tom shot out from the middle of the patrol, leading the fox away from camp. Please let this work. 
 

[➽ pinewhisker]

ooc name: aerooo
fun fact: I'm more scared of crickets than almost any other insect

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ic name: pinewhisker
age: 26 moons
gender: male
short description: bio & pic
strengths:

+ wise

+ inventive/innovative

+ young, energetic

+ not easily provoked

+ acute senses

weaknesses:

- sometimes overconfident in his wisdom

- though educated, lacks real life experience

- peacefulness sometimes taken as fear/weakness

- constantly needs to feel somewhat in control

- innocent to the cruelties of others

brief personality: fresh, young, friendly, upbeat. he's wise beyond his years, and very intelligent. a bit of an eavesdropper, can claim he "knows best", but typically is extremely laid back. believes peace can always be achieved. loves and is loyal to tempestclan, though has neutral feelings for vertigoclan. Feels he always needs to know what's going on, and at least be in control of himself. hates deception, feelings helpless, and cold-blooded murder.

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"FOX! FOXES IN THE FOREST!" The shrill yowl of terror seemed to echo through every heart in camp. Multiple heads pivoted in the entrance's direction, where a breathless she-cat stumbled through. Curious shapes moved in the tree's hollows, sticking out heads or jumping down to join their gathering clan mates. Alarm reflected in the wide eyes of the startled onlookers, as a few rushed to help support the she-cat that had fear-scent rolling off her pelt in waves. Her round, amber eyes flickered to each approaching face as if she saw an enemy in each. "In the woods! An entire family! I was stalking a mouse when two leapt from the brushes nose to nose with me!" Her wail conveyed the fresh terror of the encounter all too well, and the clearing broke out in panicked murmurs and rising questions. It was only when a weak but clear voice rang above the noise did Tempestclan quiet; it was Dreamstar, looking frailer than ever perched above the crowd on an ancient branch. Her blue eyes shined with life, though the rest of her gave away the intensity of the illness that was slowly but surely consuming her last life.

"I want Pinewhisker, and you, in my den now." The still shaken she-cat looked startled to be addressed, but quickly pushed through the crowd after her leader. Pinewhisker, on the other hand, was standing vigilantly towards the outskirts of the crowd, giving the scene one last lookover. He'd been chatting with Icetalon, having finished up two voles quite nicely and was just begging to relax when the yowling had first begun. the sun-high patrol hadn't reported a thing, how could a family of foxes of just appeared right under our noses? He was immune to the panic and fear spreading around Tempestclan, only exchanging a glance with his friend who stood nearby before Dreamstar had addressed the situation, as expected. She'd served the clan for as long as he could remember, and as a leader her rein had only proven her worth. The tomcat felt a pang of sadness seeing her in such a deteriorating state. Silently he strode towards the tree, leaping expertly to the lip of her den. It was large, and the wood smooth and worn from countless moon's use. Dreamstar sat in her nest, head held high and firm, though Pinewhisker couldn't help but wonder how much the effort cost her. The she-cat who'd witnessed the foxes hesitated, flank hugging a wall. And not to the deputy's surprise, a skinny shape loomed to the silver tabby's left side. Her mate, Longshadow, who never seemed to leave her for a moment these days.

There was a minute's silence before she began, "There've been no reports of fox scent from any recent patrols. Where exactly in the forest did you see them?" Her rasping directed at the other she-cat. "Where all the fallen trees are, where the undergrowth gives way to the dipping down towards the fen." The tom's pointy ears perked. What an unusual place, no wonder the patrols hadn't scented it. "Thank you." The elderly leader nodded, and with a faint flick of her tail signaled the shaken witness could leave. "Longshadow, could you make sure she finds her way to her nest? And that she isn't bothered," With a grudging snort the old tom rose slowly to his paws, taking up the younger cat's side to make the jump down in unison. It was a still quiet that settled in the den - Pinewhisker wondering what Dreamstar had in mind, getting them alone. Yellow-green eyes looking over her carefully, as if just his glance could break her, he watched the greyed she-cat deflate. Her shoulders sagged, her head lowered, and even her breathing slowed. It rattled eerily in her throat, and for the first time the deputy realized the stench of sickness about her. He wanted to rush to her side, but the once powerful silver tabby would only have ordered him away angrily. So he just settled with a rather rueful expression, awaiting patiently for her to speak. "I need you to...chase out these foxes. I'm not fit for the task." A small smile edged her muzzle, but the tom found no humor in her request. I cant do this without you Dreamstar. You have to lead us, like you've always done. You're going to be okay The words danced at his lips, but he didn't have the heart to lie. This was her last life, and everyone knew it. His eyes squeezed shut, fighting back the lump forming in his throat as he thought of a reply. "I will make sure Tempestclan is safe." That he could promise. Looking satisfied, the frail cat nodded. "You may go." Even as his paws met the ground, her words echoed in his mind.

Suddenly the deputy felt a dozen eyes instantly burn into his pelt. He had to provide direction for each and every one. "I want Stonestrike, Silvertide, Icetalon, Swiftwing, and Bearclaw to come with me. Wolfeye, you and take another warrior to follow our trail in case we need backup. The rest of you...guard camp and stay alert." He was used to giving orders, but for some reason this time felt different. Unreal. He and his patrol of five swiftly navigated the marshy grounds, heading directly for the location described. "They've probably made a den out of one of the fallen trees. Our best bet is flanking them, and forcing them out either north or south, clear of camp. Stonestrike, Silvertide, you'll come with me. Icetalon you'll take Swiftwing and Bearclaw. Don't take unnecessary risks. If anything run - we can always regroup." And with that the cats split, circling the area that reeked of foxes and stale fear-scent. Pinewhisker showed a solid confidence, but felt the heavy weight of his clan mate's lives resting in his paws.