Flareclan Leader Auditions

[Devilstar]

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Name;; Blitzfire/star

Gender;; Tom

Age;; 45 moons

IC Post;; The forest was completely still. Not so much as a mouse twitched in the undergrowth. The only sound came from a lone barn owl perched in a tree, hooting dolefully. The full moon was rising high in the sky, throwing long moonshadows across the forest. The lamplike eyes of the barn owl watched every movement carefully.

There! A twitch in the undergrowth. The owl prepared to take flight, but suddenly settled back down again with another disgruntled hoot. It was only cats; the only other predatory residence in the forest. Knowing he could no longer find any food in the area, the barn owl screeched obnoxiously and took flight, winging off towards the moon.

The cats spotted below were not on a hunting mission, however. A couple dozen cats were strung out in a line trotting purposefully through the undergrowth on a worn trail walked by the cats every full moon. In the lead was their leader; a strong, well built tom with orange and black fur that was turned to silver by the rays of the moon. His glowing green eyes shined with defiance. He held his head and tail high to show that he was the leader of this Clan. His pawsteps were sure and silent; he walked with the grace of one born to lead.

The cats made no sound as they pressed on through the forest. The only noises were of the ferns rustling and the leaves whispering against the cats' fur. Slowly, the cat in the lead picked up the pace until they were racing through the forest, leaping and bounding over fallen trees and dried streambeds.

Soon, the line of cats approached a grassy ridge ahead, and the Leader slowed to a stop and stood tall at the crest of the ridge, gazing down into the clearing below. His Clan fanned out behind him and waited for his signal. Paws churned excitedly at the ground and tails and whiskers twitched with anticipation. One cat broke from the rest and slowly approached the Leader. "Blitzstar." He meowed respectfully with a dip of his head. "This is your first Gathering as the new leader of FlareClan. You will have to break the news of Froststar's death carefully; all of the clans respected her."

Blitzstar let out an amused purr, flicking his tail at his worried Deputy. "You worry more than my mother, Oaktalon." He responded in a deep baritone voice. His eyes danced with a playfulness he had never lost from his kithood. "Don't worry; despite how it looks, I know what I'm doing." Turning away from his Deputy, he parted his jaws and drew the hot summer air over his scent glands. he caught traces of the three other Clans drifting from the hollow: MeadowClan, StormClan, and MistClan. He felt of flutter of excitement and horror deep within his chest, and took a deep breath to calm himself. It all felt a bit surreal. As a kit he had always dreamed of being the leader of this Clan; now it had actually happened. He allowed himself a small smile. Now or never, he thought before lifting his tail and plunging down the sleep slope. As his clan bounded after him, he felt a surge of powerful excitement tingle in his paws. I am their Leader. He thought as he reached the hollow and bounded towards the greatrock. This is what I was born to do.