Meadowclan Deputy Auditions

[Devilstar]

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

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[Cinder]

Name: Cloudedsky

Gender: Male

Age: 37 moons

IC Post: Cloudedsky padded into the Canopy Meadows, his body registering the drop in temperature with relief. It was one of the hottest days he had seen so far this greenleaf, and the cool shade under the canopy seemed like another world.
Twisting his head to view the two cats behind him, Cloudedsky meowed, "Spread out and look for tracks. You can hunt if you see something particularly yummy-looking, but make it quick."
"Of course," Silverstripe meowed, and headed for the other side of the meadow, her white pelt standing out starkly in the cool green dimness. Her apprentice, Riverpaw, nodded seriously and followed her.
A good young cat, that one, Cloudedpaw reflected silently, noting how Riverpaw copied his mentor's movements exactly. The dark young she-cat was one of Raineyes's eldest litter, and Cloudedsky acknowledged ruefully that he might be slightly biased.
Putting aside thoughts of his niece, Cloudedsky turned and walked towards the line of trees at the edge of the meadows. His head down, he sniffed at the ground intently, alert for any whiff of intruding scent.
They had been finding chewed prey-bones all over MeadowClan territory for days now, and it was overwhelmingly obvious that this was the works of some thief, not the random killings of a fox or other predator. The very thought was enough to make Cloudedsky furious; even in greenleaf, MeadowClan needed all the prey they could catch. And the thief was clearly taunting them: the animals that had been killed were small enough that whatever cat had feasted on them would have been put to no trouble to bury their bones, but the remains had been strewn everywhere.
The deputy dug his claws into the grass of the meadow, doing his best to maintain outward calm. I swear by StarClan that I'll bring this prey-stealer to justice. He has made free with MeadowClan territory for the last time. The thought made him feel a little bit better.
"Cloudedsky! Silverstripe!" Riverpaw's meow was shrill. "I think I've found something!"
The black-and-white tom's head snapped up, and he walked at a quick pace over to where the apprentice was standing. Silverstripe was there already, but she moved aside to let Cloudedsky see what Riverpaw had discover.
As he stared down at the small, untidy pile that lay on the smooth grass of the meadow, Cloudedsky's tawny eyes first widened, then narrowed to slits. The black fur at the back of his neck bristled.
There on the turf lay a cluttered mess of bones, the pile large enough to have come from at least four mice. The grass was stained with dried blood.
Cloudedsky hissed softly, and leaned down to study the desiccated remains. His ears flicked back. "The scent's still relatively fresh. If we find out which way they went, we still might be able to catch them."

"No need. We're still here."

All three cats, jumped, shocked. Two cats had slipped out from the shadow of the trees behind them, and were now standing only a few paces away. The pair were scrawny-looking and fleabitten, and both were seamed with scars. They were clearly rogues.
Of course. Why didn't I think of it sooner? Cloudedsky mused. I was sure that no Clan cat would be so brazen about stealing prey. If they had gotten caught, it might have meant a Clan war. But rogues, now--
A brown tabby, the cat who had just spoken, showed a snaggle-toothed smile. "Figured it out, have you, kitty? Ah, those mice were delicious..."
Cloudedsky's blood boiled with anger, but he still managed to keep his face expressionless. "I have no wish to fight," he growled, stepping forwards. "If you leave MeadowClan territory right now, you will escape unscathed."
The tabby shrugged. "Why would we leave? We're doing pretty well here."
"You're taking prey that belongs to MeadowClan," Cloudedsky meowed. "We have every right to drive you off, if you refuse to leave of your own accord. Which will it be?" He took another step closer, and the two other MeadowClan cats followed him.
The rogue opened his mouth, as if to reply, but then let out a high-pitched screech and flung himself towards the Clan cats, claws unsheathed.
Cloudedsky leaped to intercept him, and the two cats crashed to the turf, hissing and spitting and scratching. The deputy clamped his teeth around the other cat's scruff--wincing slightly at the horrible taste--and battered at the rogue's belly with his hind claws. The tabby writhed and twisted in his grip, but could not break free.
The other rogue sprinted past, howling, blood dripping from deep scratches along her flank. "And don't come back!" Riverpaw spat. Silverstripe yowled triumphantly.
With a shift of his fairly considerable weight, Cloudedsky succeeded in pinning the rogue down. The tabby struggled frantically, scared now. Staring into the thief's eyes, the deputy rumbled, "When I let you up, you will go right back to wherever you came from and stay there. You will never take MeadowClan prey again. Understand?" His eyes were as hard as chips of flint.
The rogue gulped nervously.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes," the tabby quavered. Cloudedsky stepped back, releasing his grip. The rogue was up and running in an instant, sprinting after the cat that Silverstripe and her apprentice had already vanquished.
Cloudedsky stretched wearily, feeling the ache in his muscles. The rogue had not succeeded in wounding him badly: he had a few superficial scratches, nothing more.
He padded over to Silverstripe and Riverpaw, noting with pleasure that neither of them seemed injured. "That was well done," he praised them, nodding respectfully.
Riverpaw dipped her head hesitantly. Silverstripe smiled and draped her tail across her apprentice's shoulders. "Riverpaw fought like a tiger."
"Excellent." Cloudedsky smiled briefly at the apprentice, then turned and padded back to the mice bones. They were still sitting untouched, unaware of the conflict that their presence had provoked. "Let's get back to camp. We need to report this to Aurastar."