Mistclan Deputy Auditions

[Devilstar]

This is for Mistclan's Deputy position. Please use the provided form and post to the best of your abilities.

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[owl]

Name: Owlclaw

Gender: Tom

Age: 52 moons

IC: Owlclaw watched his Clanmates surge forward amongst the screaming, yowling mass that was the battle. He looked over to where several of his Clan were becoming outnumbered and swiftly bounded over to help them. When he arrived, one cat was already bleeding badly from a gash across the stomach, causing the Deputy to growl in anger at the Clan's enemies. Owlclaw leapt onto the largest cat that was besieging his clanmates, giving the cat a quick swipe to the back and then, with a swat of his paw, he sent the enemy running. Seeing their Deputy's victory caused the other clan cats to fight more fiercely, attacking each enemy en masse and slowly driving their opponants back beyond the border of MistClan Territory. Owlclaw sent another cat off into the bushes just as the leader of the enemies crashed into him. Owlclaw was thrown off to the side by the larger cat's momentum but managed to quickly regain his balance and growled, "I know you...", the wave of recognition washed over him, this was the rogue that had caused so much pain in his life. Owlclaw's razor sharp claws shot out and he signalled to his clanmates to keep back, he bunched his muscles and leapt into the fray once more.

The two titans clashed with a terrible intensity, tooth and claw being used by both cats as their main weapons. There was no thinking in a fight like this, both large cats relied on their bulk and muscle to win them the day. Owlclaw ducked as the dog tooth shod claws whistled over the Deputy's head as Owlclaw retaliated with a jab at the large rogue's exposed neck. The rogue, with a quick sidestep that was astounding for a cat his size, dodged the attack and charged headfirst into Owlclaw's side as the Deputy tried to recover from the first attack. Owlclaw saw lights as the black cat plunged into him, disorientating the Deputy for a second and allowing the Black cat a small window into which he struck. The dog teeth tore into Owlclaw's side as they met the muscle and flesh of the gray deputy's flank. He yowled in pain as the red hot sensation of blistering pain dug deep into his flank. Owlclaw rallied his thoughts into the only thing he knew how to do. Attack, attack, attack! His thoughts swirled as if caught by a tornado. Owlclaw surged forward, he was a lion, fearless and powerful. He flurried with his front claws, digging into the Rogue's face. With the tiny window he was provided with, Owlclaw used his weight and tore at the Rogue's scruff, throwing the larger cat to the ground. Owlclaw raised his paw, claws outstretched. Just as Owlclaw was about to strike the killing blow, his vision was blood-red. Owlclaw felt a brush of soft fur and a familiar scent, making him lose concentration as his thoughts as mind were displaced from the mortal world. You are not a merciless killer, my beloved, act with righteousness, not with moral indecencies. With those words, Owlclaw recoiled as the Starry presence withdrew. "You're not worth the effort", Owlclaw spat at the retreating Rogues. He looked back at the Clan and shifted uneasily. Two warriors were horribly injured and an apprentice was on the ground further on, Owlclaw signalled to the nearest apprentice, "Run back to camp as quick as you can and get a Medicine Cat, do not stop, lives hang in the balance here!" The Apprentice nodded and raced off, Owlclaw began to bark out orders to the Warriors, most returning to camp to lick their wounds and the fittest remaining at the battle site to guard the greviously wounded.

The Deputy stood triumphantly at the head of the battle patrol. He had won the day for the Clan. With that, he blended back into the forest.

[Kiako]

Name: Pantherscythe

Gender: Male

Age: 42 moons

IC Post:
Pantherscythe trots out of the Warrior's den, still a little groggy from sleep. He blinks in the already fierce light of the new day, trying to adjust his eyes. Looking around at the few cats already up, he can't help but notice the tense atmosphere. Two she-cats especially catch his eye, whispering to each other and looking frantically around. Concerned, Pantherscythe walks up to them, wondering what could have possibly happened overnight. Sickening dread flows through him as he considers the possibilities, making his breath catch in fear. He pauses, shaking off the brief panic attack, and finally makes it to the other side of the camp. "What happened?" he asks, the urgency making his voice unintentionally sharp. The two she-cats exchange a glance, probably from unwillingness to be the one to break the news to the Deputy.

The she-cat's finish their tale, anxiously looking toward the Medicine Cat's den every so often. Pantherscythe nods, trying to hide his horror at the news. Apparently, a couple of apprentices were out late last night, playing in the marshlands. They stumbled across a snake den, and before they could react, the snake bit Springpaw. The Medicine Cat said that it was probably a venomous snake, since the wound won't stop bleeding. Breathing deeply to try and control the spiraling horror, Pantherscythe walks toward the Medicine Cat's den in order to check on Springpaw.

The Medicine Cat is sleeping, having worked on Springpaw throughout the night, desperately trying everything in order to save the apprentice. She looks horrible, sleeping fitfully, breathing shallow, sometimes gasping or twitching. She is blanketed in cobwebs, and the almost overpowering smell of herbs saturats the air. Even Pantherscythe can tell that it doesn't look good.

Pantherscythe pauses outside of the Medicine Cat's den. Most of the Clan is up now, but Devilstar remains in his den. The cats are whispering on the fringes of the camp, rumors are probably flying wild. Figuring that an announcement should be made before someone comes up with something really out of control, Pantherscythe makes his way to the Highrock. After calling the meeting, Pantherscythe was halfway through the announcement when the wail comes from the Medicine Cat's den. Pantherscythe sends two Warriors to check and see what happened. The tense atmosphere increases painfully, as the hushed cats wait anxiously for the news. The Warriors emerge from the den with the Medicine Cat a few moments later. Their expressions make the message horribly clear even before they speak. Springpaw is dead. "Let no cat forget what happened here today. May Springpaw live at peace with StarClan." Pantherscythe mummers to the silent crowd, the grief and sorrow already plain on their faces.