Admin Audits

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Okay, so y'all know Ember is leaving, and y'all also know Mosaic & I vacation a lot. So I think we need another person who can be there when I ain't. So here's the audition rules

• You have to have been a member for 1 month (sorry, no newbies on this one)
  
• You have to be a fairly good roleplayer
  
• You have to log on 3 times week
  

Okay, this will prob end in May or June. I wanna see how we cope, and I don't wanna be disrespectful to Ember.

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[b]Log In Name:[/b]
[b]Display Name:[/b]
[b]How long have you been here?:[/b]
[b]How did you find us again?:[/b] (refresh my memory X3)
[b]Have you been made staffy before(or r u staff?):[/b]Yes or No
[b]Do you chat in the chatbox?:[/b]
[b]Why do you wanna be admin?:[/b]

Roleplay Example:
(made this OVER 10 sentences. If you're really dedicated to this you'd spend a lot of time on it and add a lot of detail.  This is to prove how good a roleplayer you are. I dun want a two word roleplayer or a powerplayer; plz only rp one cat. This is like 50% why I might make you admin, so you better be flippin' awesome)
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So . .

IMPRESS MEEE >:3 [/center]

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Log In Name:skullz
Display Name:♥Mishes.Todd♥
How long have you been here?:About 5 months
How did you find us again?: Recieved an email
Have you been made staffy before(or r u staff?):Used to be staff.
Do you chat in the chatbox?:Mhm.
Why do you want to be admin?: Well, why do i want to be admin? Then sit back, prop your self up, make some popsorn, get some tisue, You'll need it, Its going to be long.
Okay, well lets star with the fact, that I made a mistake unstaffing myself. I know I was going through hard time with my mother and Burntpelt.I felt guilt and such.(Wait, blue has a shrink?! Really I didnt know?!) Now I am over it, though I still try to contact, having no luck at all.
One reason why, is becuase I want to help the site. Even with a shoulder injury, Staff or not staff, hand injury, what ever it is, i'll be here for SSM. SSM is in its most crucial stage. This stage is when its in its making, when members sign up, no garentee they'll stay. But i will, I'll be here to make sure it makes it through this stage and moves on to the period og activeness and many member. Well-known site. Sweet and world wide maybe. Every single day I'll be here for SSM. I'll be here to help through all the members we lose, and gain, I'll be here through all the deletions, deaths, plot, happiness, sadness, and even the funny moment.
I will plainly be here for SSM and all its members!
I'll be active as possible.
I shall be the best member of the site and congraduate people on winning something I wanted to win. (Sorry for my bad attitude Smokey, I apologize, i shouldnt have acted that way... ) I'll say sorry even when I might not want to. I'll calm down to help. I'll be here for Feather and Mosiac and all the members of SSM.
And also I have lots of experience with the works of SSM and proboards. I also know lots of HTML.
Roleplay Exsample:Here goes!

Prologue

It a sumer mornig, it seemed like any other warm season morning. Greenleaf, was the most beautiful season. Prey was running good, birds were singing their lovely songs, young one were about, and best of it was just plain warm. From the little hearts of the creatures that inhabited the forest to the heart of the season. Everyone seemed peaceful, everthing seemed fine.
It got even more promising when a beautiful white and brown she-cat gave birth to 5 happy and heathly kits. This she-cat and her kits belonged to a strong and well mannered clan called ForestClan.
There was the leader, Windstar., Windstars deputy; Eveningleaf,and then the very medicine cat that helped give birth the 5 kits; Bluefeather.

The she-cat name was Whitespot. Her beautiful kits were:
There was Sleetkit, Blazekit, Flickkit, Slickkit, and there was the odd already fiesty and fun kit:

Rockkit, a gorgious savannah brown she-cat with emerald green eyes. She had long hair and was already friesty.
She was something to look at. The rest of the kits were white with brown spots. Her father was all white too. How did she of all the kits get to be all brown?

This little kit ended up being the only survivor...
Chapter one -
Rockleafe screeched " Nooo! Please oh NOOOOOOOOOOO"" yowling and howling in pian, loss, and sorrow. This cat just watched as the forest tumbled and calasped under the heat and firey flames of the wild fire claiming the forest and almost all of its habbitants.
Rockleafe watched in envy as little squirrels and other small creatures escaped the blazing heat with out a scratch. Why couldnt her clan have made it too?
This wasnt fair at all.
FlashBackeh
Rockleafe woke early whee she had fallen asleep the other night before. She was so tired, she had stayed were she was the night before. Fallen asleep. Then woken to find her home in flames just across the river. Twolegs and their destructive monsters were tearing trees down here and there and every where. It was sad. but, soon the fire spread over the river and Rockleafe had to run across the fields. Only left to watch her home destoyed.
* * *
"Why?!!!!!!" she yowled.
"Theres a reason for everything, You must leave now, in search for a new home, there are others like you. Go now!" a sharp vioce behind her snapped.
Startled by the sudden out burst, she jumped up and ran. Not looking to see who the speaker was.
Rockleafe ran far and wide. Running across a field that stretched way across lands outside the Forest.
Only stopping when she needed to eat, do her buisness, and sleep.
She went a moon like this... maybe more. She finally stopped after a while getting over the shock and fear. She needed to rest her now stronger legs musclues. "I have nothing now..." Rockleafe mumbled with her head down looking at her relfection in the pool.
Chapter 2
"Who is she?"
"What is it "
"Its a she..."
"How do you know?!"
"I can smell her"
"Wha-?"
"Shhh shes awake.."
Rockleafe lift her head off the soft feathers and heather.
"Where am I?" she asked quietly and warily looking around the dark empty den.
"Youre in our den:" a voice squeaked.
"Whos that?!" Rockleafe shrieked jumping up.
"Oh its okay we're just little black squirrels."a sweet vioce murmured.Suddenly a black squirrel appreared on Rockleafes shoulder.

[xX_-Oceanstar-_Xx]

Log In Name:flickerbrook
Display Name:xX_-Oceanstar-_Xx
How long have you been here?:About 6 months! The first member besides you and Mosaic never logged in after i joined, so I'm basically the first member.
How did you find us again?: I tihnk you asked me to take a look on Fastheart, and I thought it looked cool so i joined and became FrostClan leader!
Have you been made staffy before?:Yeperdoodles!
Do you chat in the chatbox?:Only all the time! xD
Why do you wanna be admin?: Because I have experience as staff, am a mod on FH, a g-mod here, i'm working on my own site, I'm an admin on another site, where the owner(Tigerlily) Say's I'm really helpful and could never be replaced. I'm lots of fun (or so I've been told xD Probably just so I spare their lives...) I'm homeschooled, so I can normally get on when others are at school (even though I'm an unsocialized homeschooler, I still socialize with you peeps xD) And...I can normally break up fights xD and I'm not afraid to use my banning powers in the c-box. And...um...I think that's all Flick can come up with right now....

Roleplay Exsample:
Okay..*rubs hands together* Lets get this started! Now, which one of my devilish characters do I want to put into this...Ah yes! the Amazing Lostpaw! Ohh...feel the POWER! The one character is only in the first couple sentences, and she's really just mentioned. So, other then that, it's just Lostpaw.


The orange tabby kit stirred, and her unconscious eyes flipped open, revealing bright green orbs of fear. They darted around, and the young she-cat leaped up, shaking. Where am I? Who am I? Where have I come from? she thought, horror vivid on her small face. She remembered nothing. It was as if there was a cloud, hidden in her mind, blocking her from reaching her memories. She saw a fluffy white kit, not much older then her, standing in the corner. "I've got to get out of here!" she yowled with fear. Pain split through her body as she ran out of the den. Scratches and scars covered her body, but she ran. As each paw hit, pain surged through her body like a bullet. But still she ran. Ran out of fear. Confusion. She didn't know where, or why, she just ran.

She slowed as she entered a forest of pines. The needles were soft under her paws, and it was cool under the tall trees. "Wow...it's dark in here..." she murmured, ending with a yawn. Her walking grew slower, and finally, she made herself a small nest with a bit of moss and curled up to sleep. Her vivid green eyes drifted closed and her breathing slowed.

The small kit leaped up suddenly, breathing heavily, a look of terror on her face. The dream was clear in her mind. Drilled in, so it would never leave. A small orange kit, leading a smaller white one. Then, a huge black cat crashing down, claws digging into the other kit, and then moving onto her with an evil grin. He called her Destroyer. It was to much..."What is this!" she yowled into the forest, but no one heard her. There was no one for miles. No one cat. Only a few small mice here and there, maybe the occasional rabbit. But she was alone.

The young cat padded along, vivid green eyes clouded a bit. They didn't have much life...They were lifeless. She lived a life of lss. She didn't know who she was, or where she came from, or where she was. Her head hung low, her tail dragged on the ground. She looked like a tiny cat that had lived a long, hard life. As she passed a small puddle, she lapped u some water then examined her reflection. "Who am I?" her soft musical voice rang softly in her mind. With a sigh, she shoved it away to the back of her mind.

Destroyer was lost. Didn't know where to go. Didn't even know who she was. It's a hard life to live, if it's a life at all

The nightmares continued to haunt young Destroyer as she traveled the huge pine forest. They grew more violent and clear as they went on. She soon feared sleep. Feared the huge black cat. And as her wounds healed, she was left with scar that made her wonder if these nightmares had actually happened. She seemed to grow more lifeless and lost each day, until she became like a robot. Like some machine, barley even alive.

Destroyer sighed as she sat next to a small stream. Her reflection hung below her, showing her dull green eyes, a matted, dirt-covered, dull orange pelt, and scars. One sat between her ears, that looked like an 'R' At 4 moons, she looked like she was five times that. She slapped her paw into the water, making it a dull orange splotch, instead of a cat. "That isn't me. That is me, in another cats body. I don't deserve this. I deserve more." she growled, her claws flexing in and out of the soft moss beneath her paws. "I will have my revenge. I will find my father. I will kill him. Kill him like he killed my siblings. Rip him open. leave him lying dead. And I won't care. I will stand over him as he breathes his last breaths, and tell him, 'This is how you made me feel. Lost. Dieing. Like you have not a friend in the world.' and he will know, but it will be to late." Her growl echoed eerily through the forest, which wasn't as thick anymore.

How can such a young cat hold so much anger? So much hate? We may never know, unless we experience the same fate.

The small, thin orange kit spun, a look of pure hatred on her scarred face. There before her, stood a snarling fox. Her anger instantly turned to fear, and her paws were rooted to the spot. The orange and white creature circled the small kit that looked like prey. Destroyer breathed heavily, watching the fox. When it leaped suddenly, she found the fox had landed with it's four black paws in a square around her. With a gasp, she scrambled out from under it. She darted a small paw out and scratched the foxes flank. She suddenly saw the fox as the huge black cat, with blood red eyes. She hissed and spat as she darted around, to small and quick for the fox. She didn't do much damage, but the fox was done with the little orange furball. With a last growl, it ran off. Destroyer was left, breathing heavily, suddenly realizing it was a stupid thing to have fought that fox. I suppose that just says how lost i really am...

Sometimes anger leaves you to forget danger. Destroyer should have turned tail and ran, but her anger kept her there. She was lucky she wasn't hurt. Or killed.

She was lost in a wave of depression. She'd had no contact with anyone of her kind. No matter how loud she screamed through the darkness of the pines, no one could hear her.

You want somebody, just anybody,
To lay their paws on your soul tonight.
You want a reason to keep believing,
That someday you're gonna see the light.

Sleep's your only friend,
but even sleep,
Can't hide you from all those tears.
And all the pain. And all the days
You wasted pushin' them away.

"I will call myself Ruined. I may as well die in this forsaken forest. No use in trying to live." Her soft, musical voice was now a distant, almost eerie tone. She was 6 moons that day. The day she gave up. No longer did she hunt. She simply ate any already dead animals she found.

You're reaching out,
And no one hears you cry.
You're freaking out again,
'Cause all your fears,
Remind you another dream has come undone.
You feel so small and lost like you're the only one.
You wanna scream, 'cause you're
Desperate.

Still uNFinIshEd!!

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[echo]

Log In Name:
Display Name:
How long have you been here?: Ever since the 5th of January, 2009
How did you find us again?: (refresh my memory X3) I was on Fastheart, and someone posted a link in the c-box. I clicked it xD
Have you been made staffy before(or r u staff?):Not on this site
Do you chat in the chatbox?: Yep ;D
Why do you wanna be admin?:

Roleplay Exsample:
(made this OVER 10 sentences. If ur really dedcatied to this you'd speand alot of time on it and add alot of detail. This is to prove how good a roleplayer you are. I dun want a two word roleplayer or a powerplayer,plz only rp one cat. This is like 50% whuy I might make you admin, soyou better be flippin awesome)
havent RPed this guy in a while >:]

A dark shape moved slowly but steadily through the tall ferns and budding flowers, black fur camouflaging in the lengthening shadows of the forest. Red eyes glinting like gems, anxiety glimmered under the luminosity. Several moonbeams penetrated the thick canopy of leaves above head, outlining the features of stones, grass blades, bark, and the small cat in a pale, silvery glow. The ginger-yellow splotches that speckled his pelt were inconspicuous until he passed through a ray of moonlight.

The night air was still, cool and refreshing, compared to the stale air in a Twoleg nest. Coal thought back to earlier on that day, when the sun was still high in the sky, before he had made up his mind to leave. Treading slowly and cautiously, the reason for his decision was clear and prominent in his mind. He was careful to not trip over tree roots and fallen branches as he walked, reminiscing.

I left because I'm not meant to live as long as other cats. Might as well live life to the fullest. Coal said to himself, bitter. He was much smaller than a six-moon old cat was supposed to be. Slighter and lacking the usual excess energy than cats his age, he had decided to leave the comfortable life of a kitty-pet. Comfortable, boring, and predictable. With the mysterious heart condition, the prospect of a too-early death was constantly haunting the young tom.

As if to stress the problem, the tortoise cat already felt exhaustion tugging at him, and he found himself already panting for breath. I have to stop... his subconscious needled. No; I can go on a bit more, he argued, urging himself forward. Wooziness swept through him, and for a moment Coal faltered in his steps. I have to stop. I'm not like others. He had long since known that he was different, and not in a good way. But it always seemed just as painful as the last.

"Never gets old," Coal muttered, as though it was a bad joke. To him, it was a bad joke. A horrible one. He felt like he was being laughed at by some greater force whenever he was forced to give in. Stopping under a patch of moonlight, he gazed around himself, for once paying attention to his environment. His head spun, and the black cat closed his eyes, willing it to go away. Never enough energy. It's always that. Grinding his teeth, the run away kitty-pet took another paw step forward.

By now his breath came in ragged pants, and he felt wobbly. Coal recognized the feeling with a surge of bitter anger and resentment. How many times had he fainted in the six-moons he had been alive? He never bothered to count, but the question came up whenever he did. Sinking to the soft, grassy ground, the tom opened his blood red eyes again, his gaze fierce, stabbing the air with his almost palpable loathing and frustration. Thoughts swirling, Coal felt his head fall onto his paws, and the blackness of unconsciousness swept over him.

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[Blue the Bumblebee]

Log In Name:bluestar
Display Name:Miz Blue Todd
How long have you been here?: Since November of Last year (2008)
How did you find us again?: Miss Feather told me to join, so I did O.o
Have you been made staffy before(or r u staff?): Yeah, but I got un-staffed cuse of member inactivness.
Do you chat in the chatbox?: u know it
Why do you wanna be admin?: Well, I'm on a LOT and I love to enforce stuff. I doubt I'll get it, but my theripist said I should try. I'm also a computer freak, and i'm on almost every day. (Yes, I tell my shrink about my Role Playing. I even have her on Speed-dial.)

Roleplay Exsample:
Disclaimer: I do not own Sweeney Todd (The movie/play/book) and I’m putting my thoughts into it’s ideas, so don’t sue me!

SWEENEY HATES THE WORLD, AND EVERYTHING IN IT. WHY? YOU MAY ASK? THE WORLD IF FULL OF LIARS AND PEOPLE WHO SAY YOU CAN TRUST, BUT STAB YOU IN THE BACK HARDER THEN THOSE WHO ADMIT TO BEING EVIL. SWEENEY WAS NEITHER OF THESE. HE WAS A CAT WHO WAS EVIL, BUT KILLED WITH A PURPOSE. BUT NOBODY EVER UNDERSTOOD WHY. MAYBE YOU WILL...

Sweeney sat alone, as usual. He was thinking back to his old life with Lucy, his sweet Johanna, and when everything was perfect. A cool breeze blew. It chilled his bones, but couldn’t make his heart any colder. It was already as cold as ice and as dark as a starless night. He liked it that way. Nothing would ever penetrate it’s barriers again.

He stood up and walked towards the forest at the edge of the dark, empty clearing. Here in the Dark Forest, you fended for yourself. It was rare to be blessed with the companionship of other cats. You existed alone, unless you choose to bring someone into this world from the real world. But even that was rare.

He hunted for a while before giving up. Prey was never plentiful here. It was just one of the many punishments you had to deal with. They only thing he could manage to find was a skinny, half dead mouse. He had done it a favor by killing it. He quickly ate it, before burying the remains. He looked at the setting sun. Sweeney was once again got lost in his mind.

It was all too easy to remember why he was here. It was all Lovett and Scourges fault. If Lovett hadn’t lied to him, he would have never pushed her into the fire. Then, he would have never went to go kill Scourge. He would have also never killed all those “innocent” cats. He would have fallen victim to his half brother, and he would have his family still.

He shook that thought from his head. Sweeney hated everyone. His heart was too full of hatred to be able to love again. And yet… and yet he still found himself wishing he had never listened to that Fox-dung Lovett. He still wished he could be with his beautiful, 15 moon old daughter, Johanna. He could almost imagine himself being the father he always wanted to be. And his beautiful Lucy. Every time he thought of her, he could see her broken body lying unmoving on the thunder-path.

After Scourge had killed her right in front of Sweeney, Sweeney took his chance. He clearly remembered pouncing on the monster and digging his razor sharp claws into his flesh. But that didn’t stop Scourge. Scourge had managed to get free and pin Sweeney to the ground. Staring into his half-brothers hate filled eyes, Scourge had bitten into his neck and killed Sweeney.

Shaking his head again, he brought himself back to the present. He turned his thoughts to his daughter, Johanna. At least he could still watch her from here. But what would happen after she joined her mother? Who would he watch? His Grand-kits? Or maybe another cat. Or maybe he would just let himself fade into nothingness. Let himself become a myth. A cat whose name was lost to time. A nameless ghost. No.

[/i] he thought. He would find a way to be with his family again. Even if it took forever, he would find a way to be happy.

Of coarse, he had thought about visiting Johanna a few times, but he could just imagine her reaction to him. She would run, and never want to think about him again. But Sweeney couldn’t blame her. He would do the same if he was in her paws. He was crazy, but not as crazy as some of the cats here.

Sometimes, Sweeney even scared himself. Some of his thought were disturbing. Like his philosophy, “Everyone deserves to die”. Everyone has done something to upset another cat. Weather that cats acts on it, or not, is another story. For example, there are two types of people in the world, the ones who are content where they are, and the ‘better’ ones that rub the other cats noses in it. So, the lives of the evil should be made short, or the rest of us will see death as a relief. So, why not help both types?

It was such a simple concept, but those Star-Clan cats couldn’t grasp their fat heads around it. Why? He wasn’t sure.
The sun was now gone, a raven cried a lonely cry, and another night in the Dark Forest had begun. Another day that could have been spent with his lovely daughter. Or better yet, with Lucy.

He snorted. He was going soft again. But…but if it meant that he could be with his family, then he would welcome it. It would be worth it. Perhaps he would visit he daughter tomorrow. It was too late now, she would already be sleeping. Plus, he wanted to give her one more day without having to burden her with his sins.

He turned his thoughts back to that dastardly Lovett. He would never forgive her, and never forget his family…

~End~ {For now…>: ) )

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[Smokey]

Log In Name: smokeyjo
Display Name: Smokey
How long have you been here?: Since February 7th, 2009.
How did you find us again?: (refresh my memory X3) Feather said she posted an ad on bunches of sites, and apparently I stumbled upon SSM. x]
Have you been made staffy before(or r u staff?): No
Do you chat in the chatbox?: Totally!
Why do you wanna be admin?: Why you ask? I am active and willing to help. I would kindly show the new people around the site. Oddly, I check over the cats even though I am not staff. I'm fair and simply honest. I try not to hurt people with it, buuuut it may happen since I do not control their feelings. Friends I easily accept. I follow the rules and would enforce them. I'd also do things that you'd ask me to...I'd be just like a little puppy.
Roleplay Example:

The life of Citruspelt

Citruskit opened his new, tiny eyes for the first time of his life. He was born a lone kit, which is unusal. His father died, in a ferocious battle, when the dappled tom was nearly three moons old. Grief had overwhelmed him, since his father was his role-model. He met a she-cat, who was also a kit, named Marblekit. They were the best of friends. It was undeniable love at first site. He was a moon older than her. When he was apprenticed, he was given a great mentor, named Fallenangel. Her fur, was silver, and her eyes were golden, like the most delicious looking honey you've ever seen. Citruspaw thought the name fitted her perfectly. She was a new warrior, 13 moons, and he was her first apprentice. Citruspaw had forgotten about Marblekit. Oh, she got mad, not to mention, jealous. She was planning something. Something evil. To kill Citruspaw's only family remaining - his mother, Berryfrost. Once dawn patrol was out, and basically all the cats were sleeping, she snuck out, in search to find
deathberries. She knew where they were, instantly. Picking a couple off, she put them in a big leaf to wrap around them, so she could easily transport the killer berries without accidently eating one. Gingerly, she picked it up, and hurried back to camp. Marblekit got back just in time. A minute later, the dawn patrol was coming through the bramble wall. Quickly, she hid the berries behind a near-by bush. "Hey, Marblekit. You're up early," a warrior mewed to her. "Yeah...I'd just thought I get some fresh air," she replied, calmy. "And get Berryfrost some fresh-kill," the tortoiseshell kit added. The warrior nodded, and went to report to Oceanstar. The kit padded to the fresh-kill pile, and got a rabbit, which is rare, from the pile, and stuffed the berries down its cold throat. She picked it up, carefully, and carried it to the outside of the warriors' den. She made sure to hide it, so no other cat would get it, and die. Slowly, she padded a fox-length into the warriors' den. "Berryfrost, are you awake?"
the kit asked, the she-cat returning to warrior duties, after six moons. "Yes, dear. What can I do for you?" she replied, calmy. How could I kill her...she's so...nice. And it's not her fault that Citruspaw betrayed me. Marblekit thought to herself, regretfully. "I wanted to see if you wanted something to eat. That's all," she mewed, a bit of horror shaking her voice. "Sure. Thanks, Marblekit." The kit quickly got a new piece of fresh-kill and delivered it to her. Berryfrost said her thanks, and Marblekit got the tainted rabbit, and discarded it, without any cat seeing. It was a relief. A moon went by, and she had turned to Marblepaw, and got a mentor named Rootedduck. Yes, the she-cat was yellow colored, with orange rimming her muzzle, and with orange paws. In fact, she looked just like a furry duck. As for Citruspaw, he still didn't seem to notice Marblepaw, his past love. He loved Fallenangel now, and always would...he hoped. Battle training came one day, and they had to practice their moves,
against each other. It was...well, hard to describe. Marblepaw fought with all her strength, and maybe a bit more, since she despised him. Believe it or not, she won. The mentors, and even young Citruspaw was surprised, because she had less experience than him. Citruspaw became a successful warrior, named Citruspelt, as Marblepaw got the name Marblefall, a moon later. Citruspelt's former mentor, and love, died of green-cough in a harsh leaf-bare, as did Rootedduck. Citruspelt was hollow inside...but, he had a kit, and his mother left. He believed this kit was Fallenangel's, and went on believing that...Snowdrift was nursing his kit, and her own, Icekit. As for Marblefall, she did not have any kits, nor did she plan to have them. Citruspelt and Marblefall, had went on a dusk patrol, and she got hit by a monster. Epic it was. Although Citruspelt had not liked this cat, he had a bit of grief. Only his mother and kit remained. Sitting vigil for her came, and he stayed, all night, as he did with
Fallenangel, and all past fallen clanmates. A shocking discovery was made to young warrior, Citruspelt. It turns up, his kit, Sacredkit's, mother was : Snowdrift, along with Icekit. And apparently, he was the father of both of them. He went on, knowing he had kits, not with the one he loved honestly, and truely. He hadn't told Icekit, yet he told Sacredkit. He recently told Icekit, and he is coping well with it. Citruspelt...is, well, happy, and couldn't ask for more....


THE END!

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[-|Birddy|-]

Log In Name: Birdy
Display Name: -|Birddy|-
How long have you been here?: About three months
How did you find us again?: Feathy put a link on Fastys site
Have you been made staffy before(or r u staff?): No
Do you chat in the chatbox?: Yes
Why do you wanna be admin?: Because I love this site and I have been waiting a while to be a staffy.

Roleplay Example:

The drip-drops of rain pitter pattered onto the ground outside like the tiny paws scuttling around in the nursery. The luminescant green eyes of the golden egyptain mau scanned the muddy floor outside, tucking her tiny bundles close to her with her tail. Her golden spotted fur glimmered and shimmered like stars, catching the light bouncing of the rain drops. Swiping her tongue over her fur, Leopardshard gave an annoyed glance to the outside. Though water was vittle, she didn't enjoy it tainting her paws. She knew the other cats didn't care for it as well. It weighed down the blades of grass and leaves, giving the sunlight morning a special beauty. The sky was painted with vibrant yellows and reds as the sun bled into the forest, and prey gave out its early morning wake-up calls. The songs of the birds where perhaps Poolkits favorite part of the morning. The sounds she listened for made the very first part of her day worth whild, because she knew that one day she would be outside of this imprisoning camp and upclose with the life-giving prey making those sounds. Those... beautiful calls of the wild. But her moment was rudely interupted by her mothers tongue giving her a thorough wash.
"Ugh, mom!" Poolkit hissed, poushing away her mothers face. Leopardshard smiled lovingly and stopped, watching her kit admire the outside world. The love she felt for her kits raged within her at such an immense rate that it was indescribable. But the fact that her kits may not survive or may suffer an injury ebbed at her constantly...

[∂εstΐŋy]

Log In Name: salisona
Display Name: ∂εstΐŋy
How Long Have You Been Here?: Since December 17, 2008
How Did You Find Us Again?: My sister, Flickerbrook/Oceanstar, told me about it
Have You Been Made Staff Before: Not here
Do You Chat In The Chatbox?: Most definitely
Why Do You Wanna Be Admin?: Obviously I want to be admin to help the site. Why do I think I deserve the position? I'm active when I can be, and have recently been striving to find more time for it. I consider myself to be a fairly advanced roleplayer. I am well acquainted with the rules, and do not let personal opinions of people interfere with the responsibility of keeping the site running smoothly. Plus, I rarely take place in fights.
Roleplay Example:

From the life of Destiny, a loner

The moons silver face rises from its daily slumber to find its place in the night sky. All around stars twinkle on a clear, midnight blue canvas. It is a beautiful night. Down below the celestial beings is the calm earth they are charged to watch over. The green grass sways in a soft breeze, and the crickets with their unique song are the only ones to interrupt the silence. However, if one were to look just a bit closer they would find that wrapped in the shadows of an oak tree grove is a young she-cat. She lays in a soft nest of moss, her eyes sparkling like sapphires; her pelt shining like the stars. Although she does not believe it to be true, she is a beautiful cat. But tonight such things are of little importance, especially to one the likes of myself, for she is tired now and finally ready to sleep. I can tell such things from the thumping of her heart, and her labored breathing. The Moon-Cat, that is the name we all have begun to call her by, has run far. Now, if only she would shut those lovely jeweled eyes.

By and by her eyes flicker shut, her breathing slows, and her mind stops its whirling to give the body rest. Finally, I can give her another chance. I really have not been waiting all too long, perhaps I am just impatient. I should work on that. But there I go again, getting distracted by things that do not matter. In a way I feel sorry for The Moon-Cat, for her sleep tonight will not be peaceful, and that is because of me. Her dreams will be filled with crisp memories of recent hard times; times that I believe are still going on. I hope this time she will understand that, on occasion, history will contain some secrets of the future. It is too bad that she will have to go through it all again on account of my horrible communication skills.

Heat pressed in from all sides. A sinister shadow in the distance grew steadily larger. And worse, every escape route had been sealed off by the impenetrable flames. Sapphire eyes echoing the terror felt inside, she could not help but wonder. What is it like to die? She could only hope it would be painless. Why should she be tortured in death as well as life? The inferno had yet to reach her, she could still find a way out, and yet she had already given up all hope. Deep inside, she knew that actually almost desired to have her life ended. She would never fit into this world.

"This way." Whispered a unfamiliar cat. His voice was what caught the she-cats attention most, for despite the fact they were in the very center of a blazing forest, he sounded calm. I must be imagining things in this heat. The fact that no cat was in sight only enforced this idea. The tom was not one to give up easily though, and when she seemed to have not the faith to simply follow his voice, he chose to reveal himself. So, as she sat there, now staring in the direction the he had spoken from had (there was no harm in making sure no one was there) a beautiful starry figure appeared, looking her in the eye. She blinked, and had only just started to consider words she could say when his soft mew rose over the fires crackle. "Trust me. Obey my words, and no harm shall come to you." A pause came, and the she-cat realized how otherworldly his voice was. Then he spoke again, even more softly than before. "Destiny. Never give up hope until the very end. Promise me, Destiny?" When he finished, he hung his head, as if ashamed of having said such things. But she was glad he had, for something about them had once more ignited a spark inside of her. The spark of life which would not give up without a fight. "I promise." She suddenly meowed, her voice completely sincere. The tom appeared to be pleased, for he nodded, turned, and began to lead the way out of the forest. Although she followed without doubt, she had to wonder how he knew the safest path out.

As she walked, faithfully following her hero, she recalled the name, or word rather, he had spoken in that last sentence. It was eerily familiar to her. The way he had used it almost made it sound as if 'Destiny' was her name. Which was in fact totally plausible. It had been ages since her true name had been used. She had chosen not to live with other cats a long time ago, and since then the only 'names' she had had were those cats she ran across would call her, most of which had to do with her moon colored pelt. Since I need a name, and 'Destiny' is recognizable to me, than Destiny shall be my name from now on. She knew this name would not be forgotten.

As promised, the tom led her safely out of forest. He had managed it was beyond her, but that was one insignificant detail she was willing to overlook. She was thrilled just to have escaped the two-legs and their foolishness. She turned to thank her mysterious tom, and perhaps earn his name as well, but found he had vanished without a trace. She felt her heart fall and sighed. She had secretly begun to hope that the starry cat would assist her in finding a new place to live, but that would not be happening now. Although she hardly wanted to continue on now, she told herself that he was just some random cat she was barely acquainted with, and that she had to find a home soon. But when she began to pad away, she was startled to a stop by an odd presence in her mind. "Destiny. Head east to a large forest. Enter it. Find the cats there."

[/b][/color] Just as he had the last time he spoke to her, he gave a pause before saying something that made it seem like he knew her better than one might guess. "You will be forever in my sight. Now go. Swiftly! Go meet your destiny." And then, he was gone.

By the time he had finished speaking, Destiny's jewel-like eyes were wide with both amazement and fright. In her younger days she had heard many tales of cats faraway who lived in what they called 'clans'. These strange cats believed in StarClan, their ancestors who walked among the stars and could, on occasion, speak to them. It was said that when these lost cats came down from their home above, their pelt would resemble the stars themselves. Just like the tom who had saved her. But I am not a clan cat! She shouted to herself. And I have no desire to become one. That stupid starry tom can take his wise words back to those clans because I do not want them and will not listen. I will not run around on some wild goose chase that some random dead cat, of no importance to myself, sent me off on. So, determined to think no more of the beautiful young tom, Destiny set off in the opposite direction she had been told to head in. Without a second thought.[/color]

For several long days she traveled west, never finding a good place to settle down. I knew she would not. Now she has stopped to rest at this small grove. As I am sure you now know, I am the tom who led her out of the forest, the one who has followed her thus far. It is also I who caused her to have this memory play back to her. It contains nothing more and nothing less than the truth of what happened that day. By having her see it again I hope to have this precious cat Destiny realize she has taken the wrong path. Even if this does not convince her, she will not be able to continue too far in this direction before reaching the uncrossable desert. The she will turn back.

Until then, I can simply watch and wait, for I dare not interfere with fate a second time. I am indeed from StarClan, the ancestors of the warriors I tried to send her to. Good cats, if a little fierce. Anyway, I am not supposed to travel outside of our sky, the one directly over the clans forest. I am sure to be in unspeakable trouble when I return. But I do not care, for I feel that this Destiny character is different. I knew immediately when she was in danger, which means she has, at sometime in her life, had belief in us. I hope she eventually remembers it. To me, it does not seem wrong to help one outsider, but I am sure the others will not see it this way. However, that has little significance to me because I can sense that this she-cat will someday provide assistance to those I watch. It is her Destiny.

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.x.I hope I did not abuse the ability to use StarClan in this by having several paragraphs told by one of them. I also hope it is alright that those paragraphs were in first person, not third. If you happen to not be satisfied with it, then feel free to delete it, just please do not do this before sending it to me or allowing me to save it myself. This roleplay example is not something I want to lose. So, that is all, hope you enjoyed it, and good luck to everyone else! =D.x.

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Smokey, I remeber how you found us! I posted and ad on like some warriors site.

[~Night~]

I have decided to withdraw from the auditions. I have deleted my audition.

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Okay . . after a lot of thought the winner is . . .

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FLICKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Congratulations, Flick =D

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Wehey!
thats a good choice, she is great at coding
congrats buddeh ^_^
*hugs*

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Congrats Flicker!

[Rainy]

Congratulations Flicker! You really deserved it. You've been here the longest, already a staff member, and you've been through the whole entire proccess XD