Staff Application!!

Name:Sandstar
Username: @//sandstar2865
Position Wanted: Leader/ Forestclan
Experience:A Warriors Cats Life
Description: Pale ginger she cat with slightly darker stripes along back
Example of role playing skills (100 words): Sandlily sat in front of her elderly leader as his breathes became harsh. He was dying and there was nothing to do but ease his pain. The medicine cat infact was doing that, grabbing some poppy seeds and giving him so words of wisdom.

"Sand....lily." The tom rasped lifting his moltedcolored head. Sandlily looked at him placing a paw on his paw telling him to lie down. "No, I will not lay down!" He groaned. "Sandlily, you were an amazing deputy, mate, and friend..you will be an even better leader for Forestclan. Sandlily looked at him in sorrow.

"No!" She wailed and flung her self to his matted fur body crying. She felt the tail of her mate brush against her back. "Mudstar. You can't die." Suddenly the Tom's breath go harsher.

"Its my time." He purred slowly. "I hate to say it but...there will be a warrior, from a different or your clan who will steal your heart more then me." He rasped. He looked up and then stared right into Sandlily's green eyes. "Remember this, There will be an evil greater then all of the forest that will sham your clan to its roots." He grumbled as his eyes turned glazed and his body went limp.

"There will be an evil, greater then all the forest, that will shake the clan away...." Sandlily repeated licking Mudstar one last time.

Name: Bluesmoke(star)
Username: @//ashley
Position Wanted; Leader of Valleyclan
Experience: New Hopes before it went inactive.
Description: a small chocolate pointed siamese she-cat with blue eyes
Example of role playing skills:

A siamese cat about the age of an apprentice walked through the dark forest. The moon showed it's light in between the green leaves of the tall trees. She was walking fast and with a limp, this cat is named Blue, She was getting away from her group of rouges, she was picked on by them and needed to get away without anymore painful injuries. She should have stayed a kittypet with her siblings, why her father picked her to be with him was the question she asked herself. She wasn't fit to be one of his kind.

Blue was to lost in her thoughts to see that she was now out of the woods and into grassy fields. She also didn't realize the scent of the clans marked borders. It wouldn't have mattered anyways, she was to tired to carry on but couldn't. Traveling for 2 and a half days without sleep or food and only time to get a quick drink worn her out.

It was only a few long minutes until the scent of four cats, her closed eyes quickly open, showing her blue ones. "Who goes there?" she asked with a hiss. "It's more like who are you and why are you on Valleyclan territory, rouge." a cold voice said. This made the her eyes widen. "I didn't know, I will leave now." she answered. "And who are you?" he asked, now showing himself. It was a bigger silver cat with a black tail and light blue eyes. Followed by a she-cat around her age who had a light ginger pelt and dark green eyes, and an older she-cat who had long dusty brown fur and chocolate brown eyes. "My name is Blue. Now y'all know my name, what's yours?" she asked. This time a soft voice spoke. "I'm Lightpaw, that's my mentor Fawnleap, and his name is Frostfire." she answer, which earned a hiss from Frostfire.

"Thank you Lightpaw." she said with a friendly smile. "What is going on here?" another tom's voice asked, this one held power. "Well Lionstar... This rouge wondered onto our territory. She shall be punished." Frostfire demanded, Blue hissed loudly at him. "I have done nothing wrong, It's not my fault the stupid group of rouges are trying to kill me. I didn't mean to travel into your land. I haven't slept or ate in the past 2 days. I've also had to walk those days with a limp. Now listen here stupid clanner there may be bad rouges out there but me I am originally a weak kittypet, My so called father picked me for the rouge life. I had no choice, so you better know the cat before going into conclussions." she hissed standing up, ready if the group started to attack.

Frostfire was about to pounce but another cat her age this one looked like him but smaller. "Now that's enough Frostfire, what I just seen is a cat sticking up for herself, even while out numbered and injured. I think you should join the Valleyclan, more cats should have your braveness and courage." the dark ginger tom said wisely. "Venompaw take you father and go back to camp, thank you for stopping him." Lionstar said with a smile. Soon afterwards I was being picked up and started to struggle. "Hey Blue stop, you're safe." Lightpaw's sweet voice said next to her.

You are all accepted!!❤❤

Name: Asterheart(Using my VWW charrie)
Username: @//cedar
Position Wanted: Moorclan deputy(As requested by Spruce <3)
Experience: I have been co admin of two sites and a leader once, as well as a queen. And at one point a pack leader/deputy sort of thing
Description: Dark grey bicolor tabby(too put it simply)
Example of role playing skills (387 words):
The songs of bluebirds twittered in the young one's ears as she gazed upon the new lands, tail twitching with anticipation. Young Aster had heard of the clans once before, mere stories from passing travellers of whom her mother had sheltered due to her loving heart. The young one had learnt her skills at a young age, her mother having always expected what fate held for her. She always refused to tell the kitten, and one day she had simply, left. The tabby kitten shivered at the thought, almost dropping the rabbit that hung limply in her jaws. A peace offering. The she-cat had been told by her mother, that if fate held true, to flee to the clans. To Moorclan to be exact.

Taking in the unfamiliar scent as well as one might with prey dangling from their petite maw, she stilled her tail and took a hesitant step over the scent line. Followed by another. Soon all four white paws were planted securely in the soft, heavily scent marked soils. Her small physique froze in the motion, body rigid with fear. What if they drove me away, or worse. What if they killed me? The paralysing thought caused panic to strain her previous smile. However, the young one mentally scolded herself, flattened her kit soft pelt, and soon found herself tearing across this new and unfamiliar terrain. There is no time for cowardice!

Before long, the heavily panting kitten skidded to a halt nearest the entrance, of what she assumed to be 'camp', a cloud of dust stirring in her wake. Her paws tracked the ancient pawsteps as she paced anxiously, her eyes flickering back and forth with mild paranoia. "Please, little one. Follow me."[/b] Aster leaps away from the other, fur bristling and claws unsheathed in utter terror, dropping her rabbit in the process. Her forgotten memories see mingling kicking into overdrive, the young feline drops into a battle crouch with an outraged hiss. "Why should I trust you, warrior?" Her voice was a snakelike hiss as her teeth curled back to display pointy little fangs, and her sapphire orbs appeared set in stone. His next words however, caused a shiver to run through her body and along her arched spine, an assortment of terror, excitement and relief. "Because I, am your father..."

Yay! Her daddy a clan cat, okay, so yes, she's a warrior on this game(deputy hopefully.) However...Plotting is my specialty!
Mind my weirdness, you'll have to suck it up and laugh along eventually

Your darling
~Cedar

More cats need to join Forest or Valley Clan or even Swamp clan!!

Name: Batwing
Username: floof
Position Wanted: Medicine Cat of ValleyClan
Experience: VWW
Description: a scarred black tom with dark amber eyes
Example of role playing skills (100 words):
The black tom stuck his head out of the medicine den for the first time in days, having to squint his eyes because the light outside was so bright. Immediately he heard gasps of astonishment. He guessed that most of the Clan didn't realize how badly he had been wounded during the attack. After all, he hadn't gotten many visitors. Even his own mother hadn't bothered to pay him a visit during the days he was healing; but that was to be expected, Batpaw guessed, she didn't even bother to converse with him when he wasn't covered with disfiguring scars.
    "...Batpaw?" the young tom looked up into the surprised eyes of his best friend-- Mothpaw. The pale brown tom's eyes were wide, almost scared, as they took in the other tom's appearance. "Deerskip said that your wounds were bad but... dear StarClan, I hadn't realized it was this bad," Batpaw visibly recoiled at the words. Every time someone pointed out his wounds it brought back memories of how he had gotten them. The patrol he had been on was attacked by a group of rouges; an ambush no one prepared for. The patrol was slaughtered. The only survivor was Batpaw-- and only barely. He had scars covering his body; across his muzzle, across his left eye, thick scars on his flank and shoulders, his back legs and tail were covered with teeth marks, and even his ears were shredded. Luckily only one of the numerous scars had gotten infected; a particularly deep one on his shoulder. It still hurt when he put a lot of weight on it, and Batpaw had overheard Deerskip, the medicine cat, saying that she was unsure if it would ever heal properly.
    "Thanks," Batpaw mewed bitterly back to Mothpaw, "really making me feel good here." Mothpaw's ears drooped apologetically and he avoided his friend's amber gaze.
    "Sorry," Mothpaw said, falling into an awkward silence. Batpaw was tempted to walk past the tom, but didn't particularly feel like talking with any of the other onlookers. The black tom could feel the icy glare of his mother not far off. He cringed. Ruefall, his mother, had made it clear that she blamed him for not saving the rest of the patrol-- for not saving his sister, Rowanpaw. Rowanpaw had always been his mother's favorite; for she resembled her father, Yarrowclaw, who had died saving Ruefall while the black she-cat was carrying his kits. "So," Batpaw's attention returned to Mothpaw, who had begun to speak again, "did Deerskip tell you when your gonna start training again? Me and Laurelheart," who was Mothpaw's mentor, "are getting kind of bored of training on our own, and I'm sure Spiderfoot" who was Batpaw's mentor, "is looking forward to training you again. Besides, we've been patrolling non-stop since the, er, um, attack and, well, we could use the extra set of paws," Batpaw looked into Mothpaw's hopeful blue and and couldn't muster up the heart to tell him what he was think; that he doubted he could ever become a warrior with the injuries he's gone through. Instead, the scarred apprentice rested his head on his friend's shoulder and sighed in an almost content way.
    "I'm sure it'll be any day now," he lied.