Windclan's Deputy!!

[Starfall]

Congrats derp!! :yaycat:

Good luck to everyone else who is running for Perm dep~

[Silhouettes]

Congrats!!
*Throws confetti while drags Flash and his crew here*

[>Pepsi<]

CONGRATS @TehDerpyShoelace YOUR FORM WAS AWESOME!!! YOU DESERVED IT :heartballoon4: )

[dino.]

Form for Permanent Deputy

||Name||
Larkcry
||Age||
43 moons
||Gender||
Male
||Pre-existing or new?||
New
||Appearance||
Larkcry is a light grey, black speckled tom with a nick in his left ear. He has one green eye and one blue eye, and the blue one has a scar underneath it. He is small but muscular, and his tail is a bit smaller than most cats. He has shorter legs than most, and his paws a darker grey than the rest of his body, as is his tail tip. He has an old scar from when he was younger that he got from defending camp against a fox down his flank.
||Personality||
Larkcry has a... well, he has a complicated personality. It's all mixed. Sometimes, he brings out his best sides. When fighting, he is fierce, courageous, and protective of his Clan. When sitting in camp, the kits always get a kick out of his stories. He is fun loving and kind, and loves to use his silly part of his personality to make his friends laugh. He's very respectful of the current Clan leaders. But he does have some darker parts. He can sometimes want to be alone, due to his angry side. He will even lash out, and sometimes, when he's especially angry at a particular cat, he will kill when his bloodthirsty side comes through. That doesn't stop him from being respectful.He is also ambitious, and desperately wishes to be leader someday. He is also extremely prideful of his Clan and brags about Windclan at Gatherings, sometimes to the point where he starts an argument over which Clan is better, Windclan or Thunderclan/Riverclan/Shadowclan.
||Drive to be deputy||
His ambitions, mostly, but also his protective instincts. He believes that Windclan isn't as strong as it used to be, and he wishes for that to happen again.
||Activity/PPD||
8-9/10 / 30-35 and possibly over PPD
||Are You At Least Two Months Active||
Yep!
||Other/Questions||
Not really
||Plot Ideas?||
Maybe he tries to lead an attack on Shadowclan? Trying to take some of their territory? Idrk, I'm not really the best at plots.
||Roleplay Example||
Larkcry blinked down at the kit in front of him, surprised. "What are you doing out here?" he asked. The kit's only reply was a small mewl. The young kit looked about a half moon old, barely out of his nest. What's he doing all the way out here? he wondered. He checked over the kit, and scent of rogue hit his nostrils, making him recoil. Ugh! He smells like crowfood! Scrunching up his nose, he leaned closer. He couldn't see any scratches or cuts, so he figured the kit was fine, maybe just hungry. He was just left here, he thought. What kind of mother would do that? Well, I can't worry about that now. I need to get him into camp. The kit was a small, dark grey tabby with amber eyes. He picked the kitten up by the scruff and started walking back to camp, when the same stench hit his nose. Glancing around, he sat the tiny tabby in a gorse bush and spotted the source. A lighter grey tabby she-cat, with green eyes this time. She hadn't noticed him yet. How dare she abandon her kit! he thought bitterly, lips curling into a snarl. He unsheathed his claws. There was no cover on the moor, no where to sneak up on her, and that was the only resentment he had against the land. He spat angrily and leaped for her, his short legs covering ground fast. She turned around and let a yowl of surprise as she was knocked down. He pinned her underneath him, one paw over her throat, claws pressing down lightly. "Why are you on Windclan territory?" he snarled. Her only reply was a frightened meep. He growled. "Why are you on Windclan territory?" he snarled again, this time putting a little pressure on her throat. "I wanted a safe place for my kits," she rasped. "Then why did you abandon the smallest of your litter out in the open where any predator could get him?" Larkcry spat. "H-how did you find Ash? H-he was hidden!" the she-cat stammered. "A blind rabbit could've seen that kit from a tree length away!" he yowled. "You call that hidden?" He raised a paw high, claws glinting maliciously in the sunlight. The rogue's eyes widened. The Windclan warrior brought his paw down on the she-cats threat. Blood spattered his chest and he got off of her. Mewls hit his ears and he followed the sound to two other kits, one a very light grey tabby and another a deep black. He licked the blood of his chest fur and then picked one up and put it on his back. He picked up the other one by her scruff and then went back to fetch the first kit. Then he headed back to the camp,the kits swinging in his mouth. (It isn't always going to be this long, the length of the post depends on what I'm replying to or how tired I am that day)

[>Pepsi<]

@Suspiciousmindz am i allowed to recreate my form?

[SuspiciousMindz]

Originally Posted by DatDerpz

@Suspiciousmindz am i allowed to recreate my form?

Yes. Just make sure you don't have two forms showing.

[>Pepsi<]

Originally Posted by Suspiciousmindz

Yes. Just make sure you don't have two forms showing.

OK thanks!

[NightWarrior4Life]

Name: LightningTail
Age: 28 moons
Gender: female
Appearance: Black oriental with yellow eyes. She has three scars. One down her left leg, one along her left side and one on her right eye.
Personality: she is kind and patient however, she is haunted by her past. Large clan VS clan battles are her weakness as that is how her mother died. She is always open to new suggestions about the clan's well being and is always open to have a chat and make new friends. LightningTail will be very honest about everything she does and will do and will also not be afraid to share her opinions as she knows that she is safe in the clan and no cat will judge her for it. LightningTail is also very sympathetic and doesn't like it when cats are upset or distressed so she often has long talks with them to help calm them down.
Pre-existing or new: pre-existing
Drive to be deputy: She has no real ambition. She just wants to serve her clan and help others but she defineatly wants to use her status for good, to speak about things that are usually over looked by other cats. She wants WindClan to be the best if can be.
At least two month active?: in 13 days, yes
PPD: 21.50
Other: THIS IS FOR TEMPORARY DEPUTY
Plot ideas?: nothing particularly dramatic but perhaps because she is younger, she over hears cats whispering about her and so feels pressure that she needs to be really responsible and mature so then her youth kind of slips away and she stops acting like that young playful kit she was and feels she needs to become a wise old elder?
RP example: the black oriental, LightningTail, stared down at her mother's body. Dead. Then, from behind, a large, dark, soaking figure stood, chuckling. "What're you gonna do kit?"
"I'm not a kit anymore! I'm a new warrior of Windclan! And I win serve them no matter what, I will risk my life for whomever I must!" She protested. The the figure leaped, bowling her over. The she-cat writhed and kicked under his weight. They wrestled on the mud for a while and nothing happened. But then she saw white shining claws, slashing, darting towards her. A cold knife cut through her side like scissors on material. Blood spilled from her flank like a curtain of red velvet. Another slice. Now the warm liquid seeped into her eyes, turning her vision to red. It stung. But it was like the feeling had been with her all her life. It didn't hurt now. It felt good. As the taller cat stood there, still cackling, still shrieking like a hyena, she took the opportunity to get up. A puddle of red swirled around her, caking her paws. More searing pain down her leg, more red dropped, sliding. As the lithe warrior went for the black oriental's throat, jaws snapping, breath white hot an smelling of the cold flesh ripped from her body, she thought her last thoughts. At least I went down in battle, willingly.... The blood beaded around her neck like a necklace of death.
Then time seemed to stop. The attacking warrior slipped. LightningTail made her escape, into the night. Who knew where she would go. She was weak and had no sense of direction back to the camp. "Just do me one last favour StarClan..." She whispered...

[>Pepsi<]

Name: Flamestorm

Age: 28-ish moons(Ages every 2 months on the 11th)

Gender: Female

Appearance:
Build: Slim
Height: small
Weight: underweight
Fur color: Dark ginger
Markings: a faint black stripe going down her back, from her neck to the tip of her tail
Eye color: Dark green
images: http://www.bing.com/images/search?vi...electedIndex=1

Personality:
Flamestrom is always the one who will be happy to help with anything. From hunting to basic medicine cat knowlage(Cobwebs and sticks)
She is incredibly generous, that is why she is underweight(She gives all her prey to the elders or kits)
After her apprentice(Ivypaw) passed away she has had minor depression and self doubt, by blaming herself for her death. But she is still a brave, loyal warrior to WindClan.


After she recovers from her past depression, she will be slightly short-tempered and snappy, she will still care about the well-being of her clan and will still love the forest and her surroundings.

Atleast two months active: yes

PPD: 14.36

Other: None

Plot ideas: Nothing fancy: Flamestorm makes loads of friends after becoming deputy. Then one of them gets a mate, then another, then another. Then all of them. Blazingstar feels sorry for her and then becomes her bestie!

Roleplay example:
"OK, why don't we train by the river, maybe teach you how to swim?" Firespirit mewed confidently, her ears picked slightly "Hear that?" She spun around, she followed the sound to a bush just in front of the camp enterance, it was an adder!

[Teza]

@NightWarrior4Life

Temp Deep has already been chosen....