DEPUTY . . . ! ? [the choosing/tryouts]

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history ;; {an interesting one would be nice, and with detail or exact reference. No pity stories, please. }
roleplay example ;; { do the usual. }

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name ;; Snowfeather {Clicky for bio}

gender ;; Female

additional details ;; Well for a start, Snowfeather has violet eyes, and white fur which looks like snow... Having this position would encourage me to be really active and RP lots.

history ;; Violet eyes?! Was that even possible? Snowkit didn't even look like the rest of Brindlestripe's kits. She had a white pelt which resembled snow, a white cat was normal but, violet eyes? Something had to be wrong with this kit, Amberpool knew it. She had been the clan's medicine cat for many many moons, but never had she seen a cat quite like this. It was unnatural. Amberpool didn't have the heart to tell Brindlestripe what she thought about this kit so she kept it to herself. Brindlestripe didn't look a thing like Snowkit, so the father must have been a white cat. She had never told anyone who the father of her kits was, so the clan would probably never know. {Copied from bio}

roleplay example ;;

Burning. That's all Snowkit ever felt. Nothing was really wrong with her, cats just tended to stare at her. It was all because of her, they were violet. It seemed like no matter where she went she could sense the gaze of some curious cat burning into her. The other kits thought she was some sort of weird monster cat and didn't like to play with her.

;As time passes old fears become forgotten;

Snowfeather loved it. Running after prey on a beautiful warm day! Hunting was her favorite. Birds sang loud from up in the trees, fish leaped from the pond catching the briefest seconds of sunlight reflecting off their scales. It seemed perfect, she wouldn't have wanted it any other way. She stopped walking and stood in complete silence, scenting the air. Right then, a plump vole seemed to appear out of no where, running past her as fast as it could. "Odd, prey usually aren't that dumb." She took out her claws and nailed the vole right across it's tiny little back.

;Perfect, too perfect;

It was funny how the vole had just come running out of no where. It was perfect, too perfect. It had to be running from something. Prey just doesn't come bolting out of the under brush and into the paws of a cat. She paused looking around, scanning the area. Suddenly a yellow colored ball of fur slammed into the side of her body. The cat was too small to knock her over, but big enough to knock the breath out of her. Trying to regain her breath she looked down at the frightened cat. To her relief it was only Lightpaw, and not some strange foreign cat. "Lightpaw! What were you doing?" Before the scared - to - death cat could reply she figured it out, the vole must have been running from Lightpaw. She looked down at the vole under her paw. "This must be yours then." She nudged the vole closer to the yellow color apprentice. He nodded politely then tail between his legs walked away. Once Lightpaw was out of earshot, Snowfeather laughed, amused with the whole situation.

[»|Forsythia;;]

name ;; Whitedust
gender ;;she-cat
additional details ;; snow white cat with icey blue eyes.
history ;; { not meant to touch your heart pittally, its just her history she has had since I first made her }
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roleplay example ;; COMMING