Applications/RC D/1
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Accepted Application from Thorn
| Application Status: Accepted | |||
| 1.) | With existing Character-Thornpetal ----Even though Thornpetal is one of the older warrior's of the clan, she possesses experience with hunting, training, and has an affinity with kits and apprentices. Since not many kits and apprentices are in Riverclan currently, she has not received one to mentor. In her defense, she is an able fisher, versatile, and hunts well on both land and in water. She has the potential for leadership skills, the way she unconsciously tends to give everyone a small push in the right direction, thinking that her age and experience is reason for her to be that way. Inwardly, though, she harbors a deep concern for the well-being of her entire clan, despite any negative feelings she might possess in general. | ||
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| 2.) | It had been a tiring day. Needless to say, the prey around the territory had put a temporary strain on the population of Riverclan, it seemed. However, she expected that everyone would consider things in a mature manner, and be no qualms. That was where she was mistaken. After returning a brief moment to make dirt outside of camp, her sea foam eyes swept camp, although it was plain that a disturbance had occurred enough to wake a deaf elder. From what she could hear, Goldpaw had taken the last piece of prey for herself, while the elders had not been fed. As much as the apprentice was out of turn, screaming blindly wouldn't fix anything – let alone teach the apprentice a lesson. Well, expect fear, perhaps. Casually, she padded up to the pair, exchanging a lingering stern stare upon them. First at a trembling Goldpaw, and then a furious Robinbright. “Robinbright, do you think that screaming at Goldpaw will feed the Elders?” She shook her head. “No. As a mentor, you must educate – not fly into a rage at every mistake.” Turning to Goldpaw, she spoke in a more subdued tone, hoping that her voice would be enough to calm the poor she-cat before she fell over in fright. “In order for the clan to be at it's best, providing for those who cannot provide for themselves is top priority. Try your best to remember the Code next time – perhaps a bit more time refreshing the Code.” She added while glancing back at Robinbright.”Everyone makes mistakes, Goldpaw. Rest for a bit, and when you feel up to it, try a bit of hunting with your mentor.” She gave her a small smile, before drawing back with a nod.”And this time, I expect things to go about in a smooth and calm fashion.” | ||
| 3.) | A longhaired she-cat meandered in the shadows, eyes narrowed on the mouse in front of her. Inching closer, her shoulder rocked forward, judging the distance between herself and the prey with a careful gaze. After a bit of stalking, her nostrils wrinkled as a faint scent of death assaulted her. For a momentary blink of realization, her knew that the scent belonged to one of her clanmates, stale and dead – ahead. Abandoning the mouse, who scampered into the underbrush when she rose from her hunter's crouch, she edged nearer to the scent. It was clear that he had been murdered, by the stench of rogue clinging to the scene, and the obscene amount of blood from the kill. By the scent, there were only a few minutes away at best – she could catch them almost redpawed in this horrid deed! Two, three at best would be all that stood in her way for vengeance! But then, she pondered in her thought; she had given out patrols not too long ago, and near too! If she could reach them, it would be quicker than running all the way back to camp. With four more cats on her side, the Blackclaw would be avenged. It was either that, or risk getting injured – and she was no good to her clan dead. Turning swiftly from the scene, she ran in the direction of the patrol, the scent in her nostrils, while the taste of revenge was hot on her tongue. | ||
| 4.) | Emerging from her den, Thornpetal arched her back reverently, a gresat yawn transforming her lips as she left her den into a sun-rising sky. What a perfect day, she thought absently, as she made her way to the freshkill pile to start into her breakfast. The birds were singing above her, serenading her with beautiful cords to greet the dawn. With a flick of her tail, she erased the space between her and the freshkill pile. Luckily, the pile was round and full, so she didn't feel as guilty of taking a piece before she set out patrols and hunted herself. Eying the prey before her, she ended up choosing a small thrush, beginning to pick through the downy feathers of the carcass, ears perked to the sounds around her. | ||
| 5.) | Activity has been my number one priority on this site, with a lot of time dedicating to provide this amazing site with fresh threads and unique characters, ideas, and a cheerful attitude. I feel like I can bring a lot to the table when it comes to organizing and coming up with ideas for Riverclan. As an example, some of my IC plot ideas include: flash floods all over Riverclan territory, pollution in the river by Two-Leg contaminants, possible food shortages, a bit more forbidden romance, and maybe even some kind of water carnivore escaped from a zoo to take refuge in the River. As well as bringing new ideas to Riverclan, there is the matter of the staffers here on CoSC. Over the seventeen years of my life, I have been seen and experienced many things, worked constantly on my dream of becoming a writer, and solidified bonds with all of my friends from all over the U.S. I hope to bring fresh and new ideas to the staff here, where I can easily exercise my creativity and share a pleasant attitude with the rest of the staff and make members feel comfortable and welcome. | ||
Withdrawn Application from Hedgehogqueen
| Application Status: Withdrawn | |||
| 1.) | Existing PC—Thornberry—Thornberry has always been a hard worker. Although he’s a bit unsure of himself inside, on the outside he strives to be the best warrior that he can be and is very loyal toward his Clan. Although Thornberry is not ambitious, is he were to become deputy he would work as hard as possible to be the best deputy that he can be. He has not yet had an apprentice, as there are not many young cats in the Clan at the moment. However, Thornberry is diligent and thoughtful, both qualities that I believe would be good for a deputy. If something is threatening the Clan, he will not hesitate to fight. I can imagine his determination, thoughtfulness, loyalty, and love for his entire Clan making him and excellent deputy. Over time, he would develop strong leadership qualities fitting of a deputy out of these qualities. | ||
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| 2.) | Worry hovered like a cloud over the tom’s mind as he strode out of the warriors’ den. The prey hadn’t been running well lately at all, and, glancing over at the fresh-kill pile earlier that day, there had been only a single bird left on the pile. Thornberry’s ears pricked at the sound of shouting—Robinbright, apparently. The tom’s voice was raised in furious anger at the edge of the fresh-kill pile. The food shortage had been putting a strain on all of the cats, and it looked like Robinbright’s patience had already snapped and he was taking it out on his young apprentice. Thornberry rested his tail-tip gently on Robinbright’s shoulder for a moment to let the other tom know that he was there. “Patience, Robinbright. The prey shortage has been putting a strain on every cat, I know. But Goldpaw is barely a kit, and, as her mentor, it’s your job to teach her, not scare her half to death at her mistakes. No cat is perfect, least of all at such a young age.” In another situation, he might have sent both cats out hunting immediately. Bu Goldpaw looked as if she might faint, and he doubted that Robinbright would be able to teach Goldpaw much in such a temper. “You two can both rest for a bit. When you’re both sure you’re quite able to hunt in a smooth and calm manner, you two can go out hunting. Goldpaw, you can give your prey to the elders.” He brushed her side with his tail in a reassuring manner. The poor apprentice looked very faint. But it had looked like she’d learned her lesson, albeit in a rather more explosive manner than he would have hoped. | ||
| 3.) | He emerged from the bushes with a plump vole hanging from his jaws, golden eyes scanning the area in front of him. He put down the vole to scent the air and almost physically recoiled from the strong stench of blood and rogues that hit his nose. Thornberry pushed forward, following the scent, and quickly found the cause of the horrible scent. The limp body of a RiverClan cat lay on the ground, clearly dead and almost covered with the scents of rogues. By picking out the individual scents, he was able to determine that there were two or three cats, non-Clan, and they’d left just moments before. It was obvious that these rogues had killed his Clanmate, after all, their scents were thick on the scene, too thick to have been just passing through. Anger hit the deputy’s mind as he realized that the rogues were just ahead. He could catch them and make them pay for the death of a noble RiverClan warrior! But he knew that he wouldn’t be able to do much to them; it was one against two or three. It wasn’t too early or late in the day; he knew that he’d sent out a few other patrols to hunt or check the borders. Abandoning the vole, Thornberry bounded in the direction of the nearest patrol as quickly as his paws could carry him, revenge in his mind. | ||
| 4.) | It had been a slow day. At the height of newleaf, greenleaf wasn’t far off and herbs and prey were plentiful. The bushy cream tom had just returned from hunting; a small fish and a shrew dangled from his teeth. It was a warm, beautiful day, and his mood was very optimistic. Thornberry dropped his prey at the fresh-kill pile and noticed with pleasure that the pile was already considerably full. He sat down with a small sigh of contentment and began grooming himself, his eyes half closed. It would be nice to talk to some other members of the Clan and maybe share some prey with them. He’d already organized and sent out patrols for the day, and there wasn’t much else to do. | ||
| 5.) | I’ve always tried to be very active on CoSC and contribute as much as possible to this site. I’ve tried to keep my activity up to checking CoSC at least once a day, and so far I’d say that I’ve done pretty well with my goal of being active. If I were to become a staff member, this high activity would be a good quality, as I’d be much less likely to hold back important threads. I’d be proud to be a staff member on this site, which I’ve always considered to be one of the best if not the best warriors roleplaying site on the Net. CoSC has given so much to me, and I’d love the opportunity to give something back and be the best possible staff member that I can be. *The format's a little weird. . .* | ||
Declined Application from Nessarose
| Application Status: Declined | |||
| 1.) | 1. The cat I have in mind for this application would have to be a completely new cat, as I have no RiverClan cats currently. So I would create Swiftblaze, a cat around 24-28 moons of age. Swiftblaze would, in my opinion, be a good choice for RiverClan deputy because he is a rather aggressive, serious cat, and would take deputyship and its responsibilities seriously. He would weigh decisions carefully, and be aggressive toward trespassers and breakers of the warrior code. Even though he has never had an apprentice, Swiftblaze would learn quickly and develop the experience needed to be a good deputy. He would be appreciative of all young cats in the Clan and their importance, and would not underestimate the importance of apprentices. | ||
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| 2.) | 2. It had been a tiring day, to say the least. Prey hadn’t been running well lately; even the tiniest shrew was precious. He had half a mind to go out hunting himself; he’d sent out several hunting patrols to scour the river and the dry lands for prey.
The sight of young Goldpaw, practically pressed up against the ground in fright, piqued his interest, jolting him out of the weary near-haze that hunger and stress brought. Swiftblaze stepped up right behind Robinbright. “Robinbright,” he said softly, “that is exactly ‘’not’’ the way to teach an apprentice the importance of feeding the elders. She’s very young, and evidently the rule hasn’t been taught to her clearly enough yet. But this isn’t the way to teach. Instead of traumatizing her, do something useful to mend the wrong.” He flicked his tail for emphasis and rested it on Goldpaw’s shoulder. She was young, and so he’d excuse her for now. “Goldpaw,” he began, “I have no doubt that you can remember that rule by heart now. Rest up for a bit, and then have Robinbright take you hunting. Robinbright, you can teach her some techniques so that she can bring back more prey. And Goldpaw, be sure to give your prey to the elders when you catch it.” He’d always been a bit wary about having Robinbright be a mentor; he was a cat with an explosive temper and often judged too quickly. But if he taught Goldpaw right, he’d make her into a good, strong warrior and an asset to her Clan and not scare her to death. | ||
| 3.) | 3. Swiftblaze straightened triumphantly, a bird hanging limply from his jaws, its neck snapped cleanly. It would be good to get some prey into the Clan, especially a bird as plump as this one. He buried it quickly, with a mind to go forward and catch some more between returning to camp.
But it wasn’t prey-scent that hit his nostrils when he stepped forward, but the scent of blood and unknown cats—non-Clan. Hot rage rose up in the ginger tom’s mind as he stood just a fox-length away from the mangled body of his Clanmate. He stood back so as not to let his scent mingle with the killers’, drawing it into his mouth so as not to forget it. Swiftblaze stepped carefully around the bloody body and toward the scent trail that the killers had left—just as he’d expected. Still fresh; the killers must have left the scene just minutes before Swiftblaze had arrived. Not to mention that several sets of paw-prints were left in the ground—two or three. Swiftblaze breathed in again and picked up a scent that had been almost buried by the scents of blood and the intruder—he’d sent a hunting patrol to come here just before he himself left camp to hunt. They were so close that he could smell them just as clearly now as the dead cat’s scent—even though there were only a few rogues, it would be far more logical to take the hunting patrol with him—that would be three extra cats, he remembered—and then they’d be upon the trespassers, rage sharpening RiverClan’s claws. Stopping the trespassers was more important than a dead body at the moment. He bounded forward with as much speed as he could muster, eyes slanted and rage hot in his claw-tips already. | ||
| 4.) | 4. The dark ginger tom stepped forward, jaws open wide in a yawn, his tongue curling as he stepped forward. He’d slept a bit late, but the sun had just risen; it was time he sent out patrols.
Already thinking of who he would send, Swiftblaze stepped forward. He swiped his tongue quickly over his white underbelly, his tail tapping the ground as his stomach growled slightly. Food would come later. But it was still a bit early, he had to admit. The rising sun’s harsh yellow rays shot straight into his eyes, and for a moment he was blinded. Cursing slightly under his breath, Swiftblaze crouched with his back turned to the sun. Strange. There didn’t seem to be many cats out yet—if any. It wouldn’t do to announce the patrols to an empty camp, where no one could hear. | ||
| 5.) | 1. I believe that I would be a good asset to the staff because I consider myself responsible, and get things done that I say I’ll do. I enjoy role playing and CoSC and would love to contribute even more to this site, which I feel I could do best if I was a staffer. Also, I understand that a staffing position requires one to be on a lot, and I would do my best—as I already do—to be on a lot and not hold anyone back, as oftentimes the position of deputy is a critical one and could hold others back if I were late in my replies. | ||