Applications/SC D/Archive 2008-10-19

Accepted Application

New Application from Billysheep

	Application Status: New
	1.)	Lionheart has been in play for quite some time, and has established relationships with many of the ShadowClan cats. Though his is oftentimes anxious, passive, and worrisome, he has always risen to the occasion in surprising, powerful ways that hint at his old, brash, commanding nature - as evidenced in ThunderClan Ambush. Though he has ShadowClan's, and the Warrior Code's, best interests at heart, he often sees things in shades of grey and will hesitate, or act, based on this spectrum. Currently he is riding on a crest of accomplishment; the ambush has netted him a new, impressive name and recognition he doesn't altogether feel he's earned. He and Elmcloud have similar personalities, and seem to get along well.
	2.)	Perhaps it was some second scent, a feeling, that spurred Lionheart from his den - to be greeted by strife. The tom froze, knowing he should likely do something; his brain fumbling with uncertainty as he tried to act. Should he interfere? Did he have the authority? Elmstar, yes, but... still. How would it look if he did nothing? The apprentice cowering there, though... she was plainly terrified. It caused bile to rise in his throat, and it was with effort that the tom pushed aside the haze of rage that threatened to rise over his eyes. "Jaggedear," he finally croaked; wincing inwardly at how awful that sounded. Oh, yes. A fine deputy he's made. The tom tried to make up for it by stalking towards the pair, his head arched up in challenge. "I never want to hear you screaming at any apprentice like this again. Size or not, I'll rip your... That unfinished though was left so, pushed aside as quickly as possible in the form of Lionheart swallowing heavily. He didn't look at Twirlpaw when he spoke. He couldn't. He knew what he would do, what he would want to do... and that couldn't happen. Not for the future of the Clan. He could send her to Elmstar, but then how would he look? "Hunger is a warrior's burden, Twirlpaw, he said quietly. "Not even Elmstar satisfies it before the Elders do. I'd like you to help Sagepelt with the Elders' care for the next week, when you're not hunting or training. Learn from them. Hopefully, it would satisfy Jaggedear. Should I talk to Elmstar about it?, Lionpelt thought anxiously. Maybe Twirlpaw could be reassigned... no. He'll just keep an eye on them both; another thing to add on an already-large list of worries. "I'll take her hunting to replace the bird, Jaggedear. Take some time to calm down." That was a mistake. He knew it was a mistake; what if this damaged their relationship? But he couldn't help himself. He couldn't leave them together; he couldn't send them off, alone, to hunt with Jaggedear's temper still up; and they did need more freshkill. Hopefully, he thought as he gathered the apprentice, this wouldn't come back to haunt him.
	3.)	Lionheart couldn't even begin to think; couldn't even decide if he wanted to purr with laughter or take the damned mouse and beat Boldeyes over the head with it. And he still... "Drop the mouse, Boldeyes," Lionheart said, his voice heavy with weariness. How the youngster had accomplished this, he didn't know. Lionheart sat, his bushy tail curling over his paws; staring at the ground a long moment as he tried desperately to get his thoughts together. He had no love of Bloodstar, or his ilk; it caused his blood to rise. "This is serious, Boldeyes. I know that you know." That defiant turn of the head, the blazing of the eyes; Lionheart knew what Boldeyes was thinking, was feeling; knew that the tom, despite his apologies, had to be proud of his accomplishment. Lionheart used to live for those moments, and now... The tom jerked his chin towards the mouse. "Take it to the Elder's den. Then come to Elmstar's. What you've done may have dire consequences; I hope, for all our sakes, Elmstar can drive that into you." He turned; but, instead of Elmstar's den, he strode towards Sagepelt's. Elmstar would value her opinion, and she was sensible; and she could care for Boldeyes' injury.
	4.)	Lionheart hardly dared to breathe as he peered from his hiding place at the large, healthy-looking cat. Look at it. Look at it stroll so... *insolently* through ShadowClan lands. His mind worked as he pushed his senses to their very limits; no smell of Clan cat, no smell of TwoLeg place. Were there others nearby? Did this cat come alone, or did it have others with it? Every question whirled around his mind as he crept closer; painful tugs against his skin speaking of the snarls of his fur snagging on branches. Take action now, or watch it? At that moment, the strange cat turned and lazily began striding; it caused a red haze to flare in Lionheart's eyes, his fur to stand on end as his back arched. Towards the camp! Like a wraith the tom sprang from his hiding place, landing firm in front of the stranger; a magnificent sight, his fur curling around him like some wild thing, branches and leaves woven hopelessly into the mess. Leave. Now. His voice was a mere hiss as he arched his back, humping threateningly towards the intruder. It was taking all his willpower to silence the screaming in his head, the one that told him to attack...
	5.)	In all honestly, I'm not sure what I'd bring. Work has been fairly busy for me lately, but I will have more time in a couple of weeks as my schedule is changing to something more agreeable to activity. I have nothing specific in mind as to what I would do in the Deputy position, as I tend to come up with many of my ideas on the fly. I do have extensive staffing experiences on various IRC games that may come in handy, and in a brainstorming environment I could likely help come up with plot ideas and the like. - ED. Sorry I can't get this damn thing to format right!!! QQ

Taking this one into discussion. Don't let the number of applications deter you if you're still interested in applying.  Kitsufox  ^{Fox's Den} 02:48, 21 November 2008 (UTC)

This application has been accepted following careful deliberation.  Kitsufox  ^{Fox's Den} 16:09, 5 December 2008 (UTC)

Declined Applications

New Application from Web

	Application Status: New
	1.)	Clawslash is one to question, and one to mistrust; though, in the end, what cats think of him is up to them. A metaphorical mask is wrapped over nearly every part of his internal self; to some, it may be thin and easy to peer through, and to others, it may be what fools them. While every bit a loyal cat, and not anti-social, Clawslash is ambitious and cunning, as slippery as a fish or weasel at times. He will always try to gather information about enemies and friends alike, and often he will attempt to use it against them somehow, as Flamebird—and life in general, on occasion—taught him. Non-ShadowClan cats irk him, and so do cats part of ShadowClan but not fully ShadowClan-blooded, as he grew up with that common prejudice. Although he won’t object to going on patrol with them, he usually won’t hesitate to mention their heritage, just to remind them that they’ll probably never be top cat in the Clan while he still has a shot. This is one of his major distinctive traits, along with his huge dislike of apprentice-like eagerness. Clawslash is always confident in the fact that he is right, but he isn’t one to just shun your opinions altogether. Sometimes he might even keep totally quiet about his thoughts. Of course, he’s certainly not afraid to speak his mind, but on occasion he finds it best to hide what he thinks or disguise it in a lie. This lie would be told in such an honest-seeming voice, it would most likely fool the listener. Flamebird always said that there are two types of attackers. One is the attacker who openly charges at their opponent. The other is the attacker who sneaks up on their opponent and ambushes them. Flamebird tried to convince his apprentice that it was better to be the straightforward attacker, but Clawpaw (as he was called then) refused to listen, as he thought that Flamebird had mentioned more advantages for sneaking up, and besides, it sounded more enjoyable. Ever since his apprenticeship, Clawslash has preferred to ambush cats unexpectedly, and preferably in the dark, and he actually finds great fun in doing just that, so you’d better keep your eyes open and ears pricked. Of course, Clawslash’s traits weren’t all given to him by Flamebird. Slashpaw taught Clawslash to always fight for ShadowClan (Flamebird taught him that, too, but Clawpaw wasn’t the most attentive apprentice). Clawslash learned from Frostshade that many cats, including his own Clanmates, are obnoxious. And life overall drilled into his mind the fact that you’ve got to be clever to win. Strength and speed is great, but you’ve got to be clever and headstrong. You can’t just let a random cat step up and take over the forest, but you have to think about what you’re doing and how you should do it before doing it. Clawslash stays pretty true to those principles, but he has a tendency to make rash decisions. Authority can have an impact on his decisions much of the time, but this cat tries not to be swayed too much, which is the usual cause of these rash decisions. Clawslash’s words to those cats whose company he doesn’t enjoy (especially non-ShadowClan cats and disrespectful/disobedient cats) may be harsh, or perhaps just full of smoothly-spoken lies and half-truths, as he enjoys deceiving other cats; his words to those he wishes to have trust him are as inconspicuously innocent as he can make them in the hopes that they will buy his disguise as just an ordinary cat, though his voice does have an edge to it that may lead cats to believe he’s not so perfect after all. Clawslash has somewhat adopted his mentor’s strictness, but not to the full extent. He’s fond of punishment, as Flamebird was, but he is more careful about using it. Ultimately, his goal is to help to make his Clan the greatest, in territory and power; and while his aim isn’t necessarily to become a ranked cat, he would enjoy the prospect and would not turn down a position if offered one. In fact, he would just love to lay back as a ruler or assistant ruler of a whole group of cats (preferably ShadowClan warriors); cats who were his minions and pawns in a somewhat dangerous but doubtlessly interesting game of power and survival. Born to Robincloud and sired by Brushwater, Clawslash started out as a simple, curious kit with one sibling. Foxkit was Clawslash’s name then, and his brother’s name was Quickkit. Foxkit wasn’t especially close to his brother as a kit, but he did not want Quickkit to die or disappear or anything like that. Foxkit was a much less complicated cat in his kithood; he was as many kits are at that age: curious, excitable, and undeveloped. Foxkit enjoyed stories, and often dreamed of being like the great heroes of the Great Clans; but he loved playfighting even more, as he beat his brother at it nearly every time that they did it. Foxkit and Quickkit were not given very gentle names. Foxkit became Clawpaw, while Quickkit became Slashpaw. Clawpaw’s mentor, Flamebird, was a very strict cat who only accepted the best out of apprentices. Clawpaw became a better hunter than fighter, but his fighting skills were not terrible. They were acceptable, which was better than terrible, and, while Flamebird would have liked Clawpaw to be even better at it, he didn’t push Clawpaw because his apprentice excelled at hunting, which made up for his merely satisfactory fighting skills. Then strategy came up; Clawpaw mastered that so quickly Flamebird had to review it with him to make sure of it, and soon he was a better strategist than hunter. Slashpaw and Flamebird were killed in a border scuffle days before Clawpaw’s warrior ceremony. In honor of Slashpaw, the cat that Clawpaw had fought with and stood alongside, Clawpaw became Clawslash. After proving himself worthy of the honor, Clawslash was granted a cat named Frostpaw to train. Clawslash worked Frostpaw hard, just as Flamebird had done for him; Frostpaw was a skilled fighter and an average hunter, the opposite of Clawslash as an apprentice. Frostpaw was hot-tempered and rude, but hardworking, and soon his final assessment came. Clawslash told the leader that Frostpaw was ready, and Frostpaw became Frostshade, a full-fledged ShadowClan warrior. Much to Clawslash’s irritation (“why couldn’t he have been this way when I mentored him?”), Frostshade made fast friends with Brushwater, Clawslash’s compassionate, yet stubborn, father. The former apprentice of the older warrior’s son often patrolled together, which brought their demise upon them in the end. A badger attacked them; it killed Brushwater in only a few blows. Frostshade shouted for help; it came, but too late. The young warrior was found dead as well as the old one. Robincloud died moons after from a mix of illness, grief, stress, and old age. Clawslash didn’t mourn Brushwater, Frostshade, and Robincloud, and returned to his duties immediately after each death, coming back to be what he is today: a plotting, clever senior warrior.
	2.)	Clawslash’s grey-green eyes widened at the sight of Swallowtalon and Wetpaw near the fresh-kill pile, Swallowtalon towering over the young apprentice. At first he was incredibly relieved that the tabby warrior was furious at the young cat. She might’ve been just out of the nursery, but that was no excuse for not letting the elders eat the last bird on the pile. As the scene progressed, however, Clawslash became more irritated at Swallowtalon than Wetpaw. The apprentice needed to be disciplined, but he was scaring her out of her fur! The ginger tabby finally bounded up toward the two cats and stepped in between them. If Swallowtalon needed to be briefed on how to properly discipline a very young apprentice, then he would be briefed on that subject. ”Good morning, Swallowtalon, Wetpaw,” mewed the ShadowClan deputy in his overly sweet voice that usually fooled cats into believing everything was going to be all right. ”You’re both in trouble.” He only changed the tone of his voice slightly. It wasn’t quite time for the storm to hit. Right now was just the calm before it, when he could try to deceive them, which was always fun. ”Swallowtalon, you shouldn’t be so harsh,” Clawslash meowed, his voice slightly high-pitched. As he went on, his tone became more firm and menacing. ”She’s barely out of the nursery! She deserves punishment, I’ll give you that, but do you honestly think you are going about it the right way? Because if you do, then you are wrong.” He glared sternly at Swallowtalon, making sure the mentor understood him. Suddenly he whipped around to face Wetpaw, his voice carrying no trace of its former sweetness when he spoke. ”And you’re no better! I know it wasn’t all your fault, but this is common knowledge we’re talking about here, isn’t it, now?” Clawslash stopped himself before he caught carried away and started to sound like the poor apprentice’s mentor. She only needed to be punished slightly, not screeched at. His voice once again changed tones. This time, however, it adapted a slightly menacing but slightly charming sound, smooth and sly. ”Come with me,” he told them. ”I think we should discuss Wetpaw’s punishment with our wonderful leader. And we’ll also have to go over how strict you should be, Swallowtalon. I can’t let you stay like that.” With those words, Clawslash padded over to the leader’s den, waving his tail to beckon the others.
	3.)	”Now let’s see…if I were some crazy cat like Bloodstar--or even just myself--I would carry out my threat very soon after you trespassed. And that, my dear Boldeyes,” Clawslash meowed in a very matter-of-fact--but smooth and even slightly silky--voice, ”means that you have just made a very big mistake. Of course, any sensible cat knows that, but you don’t seem to be very sensible at the moment, hmmm?” In truth, the deputy felt like slicing Boldeyes’s throat open then and there, but he wasn’t named deputy because he couldn’t control his temper. ”Put that mouse on the fresh-kill pile when I’m done lecturing you,” he snapped after a moment of thought, his voice more like thorns than roses now. ”We could use some extra prey right now, even if it costs us our lives.” He spat the last word angrily before once again obtaining his serene composure and speaking in his “I-want-you-to-think-I’m-happy-but-I-want-to-kill-you” voice. ”Now Boldeyes, I’m sure you know you will be punished. If you don’t, well, you do now. I will discuss further punishment with the leader, of course, but for now I think this will do.” He paused to flash a last innocent glance at the young warrior before going on, his eyes narrowing with undisguised distaste, his striped ginger pelt rippling as he flexed his muscles, and his sharp claws casually sheathing and unsheathing, scraping the cold ground below him. He wanted to give Boldeyes the impression that he might be let off easily, just to tease him. Clawslash cleared his throat and then began. ”How does this sound: you can’t eat anything until I say so or the leader says so? Perfect, right? Seeing as your catching of an edible item has caused us to fear our imminent doom?” He looked at Boldeyes half-scornfully, half-mischievously through his grey-green eyes. ”Now put that on the pile before fetching something for that nasty little scratch. I’ll get back to you if our leader has any punishment ideas.” Clawslash fixed a last cold stare on Boldeyes, intending to watch him carry out his orders.
	4.)	Clawslash’s eyes narrowed as he studied the intruder. He wasn’t a Clan cat, that was for sure. He automatically felt relieved; the sight of intruders unnerved him due to the possibility that any cat could be a ThunderClan cat, one of Bloodstar’s minions lurking around ShadowClan territory on a mission or something like that. The ginger tabby wasn’t sure how to deal with this at first. The intruder wasn’t doing any harm, after all, and he certainly didn’t want to mess with them if they were as strong as they looked. But Clawslash had almost zero tolerance for intruders, so he decided fairly easily that he would chase away the loner, and fight if need be. Never having been one to jump out in front of cats without giving them a little scare first, Clawslash carefully and quietly moved his position so he was right behind the intruder. I hope he didn’t notice me earlier, he thought darkly as he snuck up behind the cat. That would take out all the fun of getting him to leave. ”Hello,” he mewed quickly as soon as he was right behind the outsider, his voice carrying a sharp edge. ”I think I should tell you that you are on ShadowClan territory and must get off right now or something bad might happen to you. Would you want that? Surely not. You don’t look like a particularly insensible cat.” Clawslash’s tail swished over the ground impatiently. ”And furthermore, I suggest that you not come back here unless you want a good beating. Now go, and everything’ll be just fine and dandy.” His last three words were rather sarcastic. Life in the forest could never be fine and dandy.
	5.)	I feel that I’m qualified because I’m willing to meet and capable of meeting the standards that staff-ship on CoSC requires. I know I can--and will--meet the activity expectations, and that I’m willing to help with executing plots and duties and such. I’ve been on CoSC for a while, so I think it’s safe to say I know a lot about the rules of this site and the way everything works on here. I have PM and e-mail, as well as a talk page, so there’s no conflict with contacting me. I do have a life, so at times I won’t get on so much, but I’ll always notify everyone via the LOA system. I’m really dedicated to this site, and when I’m not on LOA I’ll come on every day. I also will try to be flexible with decisions that are made, and I’ll contribute to as many discussions as possible. As for what I can bring to the staff, well, I can provide assistance to any staffers that need it, and I’ll try to boost both staffers’ and members’ activity levels if I possibly can. I could also advertise a lot if y’all get tired of it.

This application is now in deliberation. Other members should not be discouraged from placing an application. We encourage it, acctually ;)  Kitsufox  ^{Fox's Den} 19:48, 25 October 2008 (UTC)

Deliberation on this character has concluded. We are sorry to inform you that we could not accept this application as the character presented simply is not one that Elmcloud would select as a friend, let alone his deputy. Thank you for your effort in putting forth an application.  Kitsufox  ^{Fox's Den} 04:47, 9 November 2008 (UTC)

New Application from Fogdancer

	Application Status: New
	1.)	Fogdancer is all in all, not much of a character right now. I feel that she is currently a Mary-Sue of warriordom, being dutiful and respectful to those in higher status. However, I also think that this gives her good potential for deputy---she knows what is expected of her and likes to stick to the rules; she does stand up for the 'right' way when she is backed by the Warrior Code; and she also has the soft side required when dealing with younger cats. I realize she has seen very little RP action so far, but I feel I have the RP experience to handle a deputy character. Also, in this thread, Fogdancer shows that she is at least similar to Elmcloud in quiet personality, but that she is willing to try to organize things for the good of the Clan. Even if she is not the ideal match for the position of deputy, I think it would be interesting to give Clan members a deputy who they might not be sure is up to the task.
	2.)	Fogdancer rose from where she'd been dozing just outside the warriors den, her ears flattening at the sound of Tornpelt's angry hiss. With an inward cringe, she saw tiny Heatherpaw cowering before her mentor. What had the apprentice done? Eaten the last bird? Fogdancer darted to her paws and between the large tom and the small she-kit. "Tornpelt!" she snapped, feeling the defensive instinct rising in her, giving her confidence. "It will do you no good to make your apprentice afraid of you---contain yourself. "However, Heatherpaw," she added as she turned to the trembling she-kit, "Tornpelt is right in that you should not have eaten before the elders did. It is a part of the Warrior Code. For the next five days, I'll want to see you tending the elders. Now, though, they are still hungry. Tornpelt, please take your apprentice hunting." She gave him an authoritative stare, daring him to challenge her.
	3.)	How in StarClan's name had Quickclaw managed it? Fogdancer regarded the thin young tom with a mixture of shock and anger. More than that, how could he do such a thing? To steal prey from ThunderClan, from under the very nose of Bloodstar...it had been more than foolish. Fogdancer's lip curled as she glared at him. "You mousebrain! Do you realize what you've done? ThunderClan has every right to use this against us---and we are not as strong as we have been!" She began to pace rapidly in front of him, her paws raising dust as she thought hard. Freezing midstride, she whirled on him again and said sharply, "Drop that mouse on the fresh-kill pile---we need it." She took another step, then stopped again, closing her eyes. This had to be discussed with Elmstar; it was deadly serious. To Quickclaw, she ordered, "Go to Sagepelt and get her to look at those scratches, then come to Elmstar's den. We must discuss your punishment." There was more than that to discuss, though. What would they do? To deny the incident was to incite more hostility from ThunderClan; to acknowledge it and apologize was to bring shame. Bloodstar surely wouldn't let this go easily. Fogdancer began walking again, heading straight for her leader's den. They needed to talk.
	4.)	A trespasser! Fogdancer narrowed her eyes as she observed the brawny tom from behind a screen of brambles. He was not familiar to her, but she instantly knew that he should not be here, despite the fact that he didn't seem to be taking prey. How had he missed the scent markers? Before he could move too far away, Fogdancer made her decision and stepped out of the undergrowth, letting her paws rustle to announce her entrance. "You are on ShadowClan land, rogue. I'd like to ask you to leave our territory, or---" she tensed, meeting his green eyes levelly and unsheathing her claws, "suffer the consequences."
	5.)	I realize I am not the oldest or most experienced person to be applying for this role. However, I do feel that I qualify in at least the field of activity. I am on six days a week for usually about a half-hour, and although I don't know much about coding or the workings of a website, I do have (I think) a good knowledge of CoSC's rules. I am enthusiastic about new and exciting things happening on the site, and it would be a delight to be a part of making those things happen.

This application is now in consideration. We are still accepting applications, thus do not hold back.  Kitsufox  ^{Fox's Den} 18:51, 19 November 2008 (UTC)

This application has been declined. Thank you for applying.  Kitsufox  ^{Fox's Den} 16:09, 5 December 2008 (UTC)