WindClan Audtions

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Leader
Deputy
Meddy
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[♥| morri]

name xx;
Burnheart [star]


gender xx;
Tom.

clan xx;
WindClan.


rank xx;
Leader.


description xx;
Let's start from the beginning. Burnheart is a well built, muscular tom. His face is sculpted nicely, with a strong jaw and a dished head; given the way he's made, he looks a bit arrogant; his chest if deep, for endurance, and he has broad shoulders. His legs are lithe but strong, his paws heavily clad with thorn-sharp claws. He has a long, slender tail that gives him even balance. Now for the coloring; Burnheart's fur ripples a deep shade of russet, and when the sun catches it, it's almost bronze. Darker stripes of red, nearly black, line his sides and around his eyes, accenting the fiery golden color of his eyes. His chest holds a splash of frosty white, and his front left leg has a large sock of white on it.


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Coming soon, if that's alright. ^^


personality xx;
Burnheart is a rather honorable cat, though has multiple sides to him. Let's explore the first side. Burnheart has a temper as hot as his name implies, but only rears it's ugly head every now and then. Only when his clan, friends, family, or himself is insulted will you find yourself in line of fire of his wrath. Not many have seen the rough side of his tongue, though it is possible, so don't let your guard down.

Now to the other side. Burnheart has a soft side, saves for kits, family, and those he cares about alone. Burnheart is all for chivalry, of dying to protect the ones he loves. This, of course, includes his whole clan. But the chivalry comes on stronger when his friends, family, or loved one comes into the picture of 'danger'.

And next, the careful side. Burnheart isn't afraid to get into a fight, nor to challenge another for something he has proof of, or that he has the evidence to declare. However, when it comes to uncertain situations, you can always expect dear Burnheart to be the one to caution everyone. After all, you never know, right?

And, for the final side, we learn about the proud side. Burnheart is extremely proud, though not in a bad way- he's proud of his friends, family, clan. Of course, with this pride comes the slight arrogance that is almost always piggybacked with it. Burnheart is merely a tad arrogant, hoping to make his clan the best and the strongest. But that's beside the point; Burnheart, despite his good and his bad, only wants to his help his clan in any way he can.


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Burnheart grew up in WindClan, an eager and over-excited apprentice. He was always full of energy, no matter what his mentor had him do, and was a tad hard to control at times. But as Burnheart grew, he learned discipline and control, never really needing to be punished after his first few moons of apprenticeship. Oh, sure, he snuck out a few times when he was an apprentice (who wouldn't?) but he was that often in trouble. As Burnheart grew, he experience sadness, happiness, and love, all at once.

When Burnheart was given his warrior name, he was extremely proud of himself. He knew that his life was going to be good, and soon he fell in love with a lovely she-cat named Silverheart. The problem was that Silverheart was blind. Though that couldn't really seperate them, it was rather dangerous for Silverheart to be traveling by herself. When Burnheart had recieved news that Silverheart had gone off on her own, he knew that something had to be wrong. He followed her scent to where hers matched up with a dog, and then panicked. Her scent ended at the Thunderpath, suddenly cut off with the stench of monsters. Burnheart knew that he would never see his beloved Silverheart again.

And yet, he moved on. With a heavy heart, Burnheart continued his duties diligently and with everything but happiness and eagerness, his heart having been shattered at the death of Silverheart. Unluckily, not soon afterward, his mother and father, Skyfeather and Foxclaw, passed away due to the greencough sickness. With all these tragedies in one short period of time, it was surprising that he was ever going to carry on. But he did, and has continued since.


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The day dawned dark, cold, and bleak. Jasper wasn't too surprised- it was just how Forks was. Cold, bleak, dark, bleak, and cold. With a soft sigh, Jasper moved away from the window and walked out of his room, thoughts slowly churning through his mind. He had mixed emotions about Edward being married to Bella- he had nothing against the girl, nothing at all. And, she'd be much less of a danger to his... Control when she was a vampire. Much easier to handle.

But there was always the off-chance that Edward would change his mind and not change Bella, wanting her to live out her years as a human. Of course, Jasper knew that Edward would never turn back on his word- especially not with Bella. No, she was much to precious to Edward that he would risk losing her. All this thought about love and mushy jazz made Jasper think about Alice. His Alice- the quirky vampire that had caught his heart in her elegant hands.

With another sigh, Jasper slipped down the stairs silently. The house was quiet. As a steady sheet of rain began to fall. Jasper flopped onto the couch lazily and leaned his head against the back of it, closing his topaz eyes for just a moment. Still burning in the back of his mind was the memories of his mass-destructive past, the one where he d**ned so many people- people who were to become something they didn't know even existed, only to realize that they were going to be used and then disposed of as soon as they were no longer needed. Jasper's body froze and his eyes flew open, the first real emotion of the morning flitting through his eyes- scarred sadness, and then nothing but the smoldering depths of his butterscotch eyes.

Jasper brushed a few stubborn strands of blond hair from his face and pondered a few more things. He knew that Alice was totally for Bella and Edward's marriage, and that she was the main planner of it all. Rosalie really didn't like the idea, and Emmett was... Well, Emmett. Big like a bear and ready for Bella to become part of the family. And what of Carlisle and Esme? Well, to be truthful, Jasper was positive that they had always considered Bella family, so that meant that she had pretty much been a pre-ordered package.

With these thoughts churning and swirling through his mind, Jasper wasn't sure about himself. What irony, he thought with a slight chuckle. He, the vampire that controlled emotion, wasn't sure about his own feelings. But, one could suppose that Jasper had a right to feel a loss of self-confidence. After all, he was still the weakest link in their family, the one that had the hardest time controlling himself when around humans that were bleeding. It was just so hard for him- after his past, and all of that feeding he had done, it was as if the instinct had lodged into his soul. But he was still working at it- with the haunting memory of his bloody instinct sitting somewhere in the house, Jasper wasn't so sure of himself.

He didn't really remember when he had first seen Alicia. He didn't even know her last name- that much was too hard for him to get out of her. The traumatized teenager was the reminder of what he was capable of, of what he had done so long ago in the south. Jasper struggled to find the memory of when he had changed Alicia, heard her blood pulsing underneath her skin, of when he approached her silently and without her knowing, and when he had sunk his teeth into her neck, without warning, allowing her to fall to the ground in his surprise and shock. With the image still faltering, Jasper could see himself stumbling backward, horrified at what he had done, and watching as the girl writhed in pain on the ground, going into what Edward called eternal d**nation.

Jasper flinched as the memory resurfaced. He hadn't meant to do those things, and he hadn't meant to change her, but again there was that d**n instinct that told him to feed. He had felt ashamed, hidden away in the woods for days without telling his family why or where he was. And he had stayed out of reach, though eventually he would have had to be found, because Edward or Alice would have been able to. So, instead, Jasper came back by his own free will, without being told or forced to.

And now here he was. Jasper finally realized why his confidence level had gone down so drastically- he had finally found the monster within himself, the monster that fed off of humans and was a vicious, heartless beast. At least Alice made him feel like he belonged, like his was special. No one else in the world could do that, and that's what made her so special to him.


codeword xx;
Twilight.

[xx; Mystic]

this looks great to me =) As long as Frozen is okay with this, i believe you've got the spot =)

xx; accpeted [by mystic]

[Frozen]

That must have taken a while to write.. o.o

I am okay with this Accepted

-gives congratulatory stab-

[♥| morri]

-Is stabbed.-

Yes, it did. I just took the example post from another site, however. xD

Well, thanks! :3

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Name: Darkflower


Gender:
She-Cat


Clan:
WindClan


Rank:
Medicine Cat

Description:
Long legged and fair faced, she is a sight to behold. Although she wasn’t the one to chose the life of a she-cat without kits, she knows that it is for the best. With almond shaped eyes the shade of electric blue, she know that these are her trademark. Darkflower has a slightly angular face, with deeply cut cheeks that give her a proud appearance. She has a pelt of dun, marked with a chocolate face mask and seal markings down her back and over her legs. Her tail is the same chocolate coloring. Narrow in all ways, she seems delicate, but is lithely muscled due to the fact that she continuously trains with the warriors of her clan on her spare time. Her ears are slightly larger than most cats, but not disfiguring. Instead, they seem to fit her overly pronounced face. Her fur is on the shorter side while thick in texture.


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Personality:
Darkflower is a ture sweetheart, it has never been in her nature to do any harm to another wolf unless provoked. She has long been a motherly soul, often tending to those in need. Darkflower has a strong sense of judgement and will take it upon herself to try and prove the right from the wrong. Kindhearted, she finds it difficult to order creatures around, forcing her to become something of a pushover. Although stubborn in the face of danger, she would rather save lives that fight in a battle for terratory. A true diplomat, she sees fighting as a last resort. Rather, she would use her wit to win a fight. Incredibly intelligent, she is a deep thinker, and often appears stoic to her clanmates when she is really just lost in her own thoughts.

Oh, what a tangled web little Miss Darkflower is. She’s a mixture of pure logic with bits of quirky imagination tossed into the mix. Nothing is ever calm, always moving, always waiting for the right moment to surprise you. Sure, she seems like just a pretty face, but wait ‘till she jumps out and bites you in the ass for saying something about her behind. Having a little attitude is never a problem, but when you expose it to the world, and have a profession relying on you being feminine, you’re basically branded the black sheep. Unfortunately for this little cookie, she’s the outcast of the bunch. Darkflower wasn’t ever really the ideal child, she was always too skinny, too frail to participate in any physical activity. She was always too smart for her own good, and was constantly called a know-it-all in her old home. Sure, her brain was able to retain most of what her ears sucked in, but it wasn’t like she was a Einstein of some sort. Darkflower always has her nose in a book, coming off as snobbish and thinking that she is way too good for anyone else. She’s got this confident air about her, a little sparkle that is noticeable to all living creatures. A brightness burns from within her, a little island of happiness away from all the hate.

Darkflower is eternally happy, most of the time. She wears a smile on her face, even if things aren’t exactly going her way. “The world doesn’t want to see my troubles,” she constantly reminds herself. Instead, she wears a mask, something that she has painted on herself over the years, a false smile that could be truly genuine. Although expressing herself though written words is a simple task to Alouette, voicing her opinions is a category that she falters in. Constantly unsure of herself, Darkflower is prone to second guessing her opinions and self decisions. She is a leader, not a follower, but she is always a loner. Although still young physically, she jokes with people that she is old at heart. Naïve, she believes that she has experienced everything she needs to, and instead of asking for help, she does it on her own. Breaking away from the crowd came naturally to her, you see, and she never really had ‘friends’, and her interest in creatures with a ‘y’ chromosome and actually talking to people her age has come as a shock to her peers.

Arrogant and a little standoffish, she rarely lets anyone get too close to her. Allowing people into her life has always been a hard thing, and she doesn’t accept that things aren’t perfect, like in all of the old stories. A true romantic, she’s swept off her feet by many a stray brute. They are an enigma to her, a glorious creation that never seem to look her way twice. Unfortunately for them, her hearts already taken. Permanently. With low self esteem and self worth, she doubts herself constantly. Her mind questions her, tests her, and she can’t get it to stop. On the outside, she is collected, calm, but rarely is she stoic inside.

Bold and edgy, Darkflower rarely falls behind in anything. She's sharp as a tack and quick as a whip. Little escapes her notice and she's entirely detail oriented. A perfectionist with a little bit of obsessive compulsive disorder, she's got an eye for what's the best. Quick to judge a person, she doesn't make friends easily. A tad bit bitter, she's easy to anger and a bit bitter towards egocentric cats. Although her exterior is hard and cold and shiny, she's got quite the golden heart. Extremely selfless, she wishes to make other's happy before she goes off and does what she wants to do. Never does she intentionally insult someone, it just comes out wrong. Sweet to those she's close to, she's a loyal friend and a hardy companion.

History:

Kithood- Darkflower was born in a litter of three kittens. She was the middle born, the one that tended to be expected as the 'normal' kit. While her elder brother, Russetkit, was expected to be the strongest and her sister, Willowkit, to be the weakest. Darkflower rarely ever noticed the fact that her father was usually absent. He spent most of his time with the other she-cats, his own mate he tended to ignore. Darkflower bore the uncanny resemblance to him, making it hard for the rest of the Clan to ignore her heritage. She was a rambunctious kit, as it was to be expected, but often milled around the medicine cats den, for she had quite the taste for scouting out herbs. That was when the leader began to take notice of the slender little kit.

Apprenticeship- On her sixth moon, Darkflower was gifted the title of apprentice, which thrilled the adventure seeking young one terribly. She couldn’t wait to learn how to fight. But her warrior mentor only kept her for three moons, before she graduated into the second stage of her life. Then, she became the medicine cat apprentice. To her own dismay, she reluctantly accepted the position, for her mother was quite proud of her. Not wanting to allow her mother to be let down, Darkflower spent her time with the young medicine cat, learning her ways. It was only until her mentor began to swell up with kits when Darkflower realized her impending doom. Her lifelong goal of producing kits would be smashed as soon as the other medicine cat retired and she took on her new title. With envy, she watched her brother and sister receive their warrior names and head off to join the hunts while she tarried her time away within a dark den.

Induction- She was only on her twentieth moon when the other medicine cat gave birth and had to shamefully retire. Darkflower then was to take the position of medicine cat, finally receiving her warrior name. Although this position is quite renowned, the cat didn’t want it. But, her skills where unrivaled within the clan, so, dutifully, she took her place as the portal to Star Clan to the mortal world. Darkflower keeps her woes secret to herself, for if anyone were to find that she wasn’t happy with her life, she’d feel quite disgusted with herself. For now, she tends to the fighters, instead of being the fighter that she always dreamed of being.



IC:
It was as if his entire world was begining to crumble before his very eyes. Helios was no scholar, that was for sure, but he made up his faults by pure kindness and compasion. The brujo was a commanding presence, but he felt small in the wake of Eomer. His king as his life. If there wasn't a will to fight, it was for the wolf who had kept him safe, even when his siblings abbandoned him. Helios had grown bitter to both his brother and his sister, wherever they may be. The Aleaeus wolf turned his head away from his leader for a moment, gazing towards the border far to the south. He wanted to see a pair of two different colors. One, a charred black, another a dazzling white, finally coming back to him after all of these years. But the young male knew that they would never fully return to him. Hell, he didn't even know where Artemis was, for all he knew, she could be dead. But only one beta was unamed amongst the ranks of Mirage. And hope held out in his heart that Artemis was at least breathing. But if she was Xephas, she was as good as dead to him.

Hope. That was all they could wish for now. In the hearts of wolves, there couldn't be only fear and dread. There always had to be hope. Helios knew well of the changing of requirement of hope, it was the only thing that had kept him sane. His sister and his brother had been a part of him, although their trinity had been strong, a freak accident had broken it. Artemis had been the first to break off. But that could be seen, even when she was just a pup. She was an ambitious little thing, always striving to be the best. But it hurt her to leave her pack, even Helios could tell that. For some odd reason, he had always been able to hone in on his siblings feelings. They had always been knitted together, sharing a silent bond of trust, that even when parted, was unbreakable.

"And the third pure...have you caught the name of it?" Helios asked slowly, for he was afraid that the name of his sister would not come up. Feeling slightly stupid, the brute swallowed hard and laughed heartily saying, "As you said, my lord, everything happens for a reason. If we are to go with pure hearts, against an army of terrible greed, than do you think that the warlords of old will aid us in spirit? Perhaps we will not win this battle before us, or many battles to come. But, you have a tribe of loyal warriors, willing to give up their lives for you, Eomer."

The young brujo paused for a moment. The own dread in his heart begining to shrink by the second. There was no room for fear when all he had was love for the living world. Helios allowed the rain to soak his fur, but it did not bother him. For this was a natural recurrance that would soon be followed by the sun. He swallowed hard, trying not to allow his voice to be overcome by emotion as he continued, "There is a time in every life that we may question ourselves. But this shall not be the time for us, my lord. Perhaps in happier years, the pack of Aleaeus who served Eomer will be glorified in legends. They will remember our names, our causes, our loves. Even if my heart stops beating, I know that someone will remember my name. If I am not put on a pedestal, I don't think I would care. For I know that by they time my life has ended, I know that I have chosen well to whom I serve."

"For now. All we can do is hope that we find a light in these dark days."


Codeword: Twilight

[xx; Mystic]

awsome ! =)

xx; accepted [by mystic]
As long as frozen says yes your golden

[Whisperingwinds]

Name: Whisperingwinds


Gender: Female


Clan: WindClan


Rank: Deputy


Description: The first thing other cats usually ask upon seeing this fierce warrior for the first time is whether or not she is older than six moons. The reason? She's...rather small. She looks much like an apprentice than a full grown warrior. But, alas, that is so. Whisperingwinds is indeed full grown, and anyone who says otherwise is likely to get their ear torn off. Whisperingwinds has a angular shaped face, making her seem proud and fierce. Her thick fur is a pure white colour--except for her face. Across her brilliant emerald eyes is a black band, much like a mask. Because her fur is so thick, it's often puffy, making her seem rather roundish and heavy. She isn't though; rather she is thin and lightweight, preferring to use her size as her advantage. After all, no one takes a small kit-like she-cat seriously, right?

Bad idea on your part.


Pic: Coming soon! I hafta find one first.


Personality: Fiery and stubborn, Whisperingwinds is one of the most exasperating cats around. She won't give up on anything even if it will kill her, and she often lets her hot-temper get away with her. Rash and somewhat unpredictable, Whisperingwinds can surprise you sometimes. She doesn't deal well with stress and prefers not to fight when necessary. She does enjoy a good argument, though. But that doesn’t mean she isn’t a kind cat. She tends to make friends easily because of her friendly and seemingly open nature, though she shows her love in strange ways. She’s more than likely going to be sarcastic, rude and tart to you than come out and tell you she cares. Over expressed emotions embarrass her, and she does her best to avoid them.

While she seems open, Whisperingwinds is very good at keeping secrets. Usually dangerous ones. Also, Whisperingwinds doesn’t trust people very easily, though it is very easy to loose her trust. While she’ll never show it, Whisperingwinds is kind of fragile, and easily hurt. She tends to be rather vague when it comes to questions about herself, if she even answers them at all. However, Whisperingwinds is almost fanatically loyal to her Clan, and will serve in anyway possible. Though she is rash, she very quick witted and clever, making her a very good deputy. Though she can seem harsh on her apprentices and other cats, she usually does this because she doesn't want them to be hurt like she had been.

Whisperingwinds isn't notorious for forgiving people, especially herself. If something goes wrong in the Clan, she usually blames it on herself, no matter what others say. Also, once you've angered this golden she-cat, prepare to be doing the worst jobs imaginable. She's slow to forgive, and you'd better be very good to her if you want to be forgiven. Also, the she-cat can come off seeming quite arrogant, though she doesn’t mean to. She knows her position and will use that authority to help out her Clan in anyway possible. She can seem like a bossy fur ball, but she means well.



History: Whisperingwinds was born in the middle of winter to a frail young she-cat barely even a warrior, Winterrose, a WindClan warrior. Her dismal past began with her two siblings deaths—along with her mother’s. Eaglewings—their father—was heartbroken and didn’t last much longer. Rather than live without his beloved Winterrose, he threw himself in front of a Monster, killing him instantly. Within a day, Whisperingkit and her surviving brother, Snowkit, were orphans. A friendly queen took them in and named them.

Whisperingkit always sort of blamed herself for her mother’s death, even though the whole Clan told her it wasn’t. She never knew about her father, since the Clan decided that it would be better not to agitate the already stressed out kit even more. It was her brother, ever curious Snowkit that found out. It was the day after their apprentice’s ceremony, and Whisperingpaw was up waaaay early, waiting for her mentor. Snowpaw had been acting strange lately, and Whisperingpaw questioned him, who brushed it off. Being the stubborn she-cat she was, she persisted, demanding to know what he knew.

Later on she wished she hadn’t.

Whisperingpaw was grief stricken, burdened with both the deaths of her mother and her father. She nearly went mad. The only one who kept her sanity was her brother, who was the only person she responded to. Oh, she still did her duties, and even received her warrior name. But she seemed…empty. Finally, Snowpaw—renamed Snowflake—had enough. He attacked her and literally beat some sense into his sister, saying that she was shaming her parent’s memory and if she wanted to make it up to them, she’d have to get to the top. Something seemed to click then, and she came out of her depression.

Soon after she was made deputy.

Which brings us to today.



IC:

OCC: This is from another site, so the person is differnt. Hope you don't mind.

Do I know what I'm doing? Do I really deserve this position? Can I really help my Clan? Am I just fooling myself? Is Nightclaw's trust in me misplaced? Can I trust myself? Is this all just a big mistake?Lately these thoughts had plagued her. She hadn't slept in days, and was on the verge of exahstion. But she couldn't stop; her Clan needed her. She owed it to them to give it her all. But did she really deseve such a responsablity? After all, she was a traitor. A follower of Bluestar. Nightclaw was too forgiving. But, really, was there anyone else who could preform the duty? She was the only one who knew what she knew. The only one who was closest to StarClan right now. She didn't know why she had been chosen; only StarClan did. Maybe a chance to redeem herself?

Ah, how twisted fate was.

Blueberrypaw paused by a pile of rocks, raising her pale green eyes to the sky above. It was night, and the cold darkness above seemed to swollow everything. Except the stars. They shone as brightly as the sun, winking down at the earth below like a silent benidection. The half moon glowed with an almost inner light, lighting the way to the Moonstone. It seemed too perfect, and it felt like she was intruding on something. Was it really her right to intrude on something so perfect? But she really had no choice. She needed to talk to Starclan, she needed answers that only her ancenstors could give. So here she was. She hadn't told anyone that she was going, and she imagened that the Clan was frantic. After all, the couldn't afford to loose anyone else. A slight twinge of guilt went through her, but she pushed it away. After all, this was for the good of the Clan. She hoped they wouldn't be too angry with her.

With a sigh, the small blue-grey she-cat pushed onward. Her paws were ragged and bleeding; she have to deal with that later. She breathed a sigh of relief when her paws touched the smooth, cold stone of the cave. Her eyes remained on the ground and she hesitated. She hadn't met StarClan before, but always had felt a strong connection to them. That's something, at least, she thought humorlessly. Was it right to be scared? She knew they wouldn't hurt her. No, she was afriad of defiling them, of sullying them with her traitorous presence. Blueberrypaw sighed. Would she ever be free of Bluestar? The she-cat made her way to the stone in the middle and lying down next to it, pressed her nose against it.

And when she opened them, she wasn't in the cave anymore. Instead she was in a grassy field, the warm wind tugging playfully on her fur. She looked around, green eyes round, and whispered, Okay. I am here. Now what?"



Codeword: Twilight

[oakrut]

name xx; Oakrut


gender xx; She-cat


clan xx; Windclan


rank xx; Deputy


description xx; Oakrut has oak brown fur with dirt brown patches.


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personality xx; Oakrut is a sweet cat who treats all cats equally. She sometimes tends to sit and stare out as though deep in thought, but none the less works hard and is extremely loyal to her clan.


history xx; Oakrut was born to only her mother, her father had died in one of the long ago battles against one of the other clans, of course, to her that memory was best left untouched. She was born with six siblings. But it was three weeks until New Leaf was going to start and the whole litter caught whitecough. Oakrut continued to persevere, but her siblings didn't have the strength.

After that once Oakkit was old enough to comprehend what had happened to her brothers and sisters she vowed that she would be strong and attempt to make sure that she did not leave this world without either living a long and prosperous life, or go out fighting.

Oakkit was always an obedient kitten and went to see the elders everyday after she could leave the nursery. She loved listening to their stories of old and then playing them out with the other kits. But something still seemed off.

Yet after her apprentice ceremony she still kept her obedient attitude to her mentor and all the senior warriors and the leader. She treated every cat equal and at gatherings she enjoyed chatting with all the apprentices from all the clans and kind of became slightly popular and was missed when she was not chosen to go. But one of those apprentices had caught her attention and she had caught his. The young tom was from Riverclan and his name was Icepaw (my bio for him will come later).

Oakpaw had begun sneaking out late at night to visit the male cat and they would play games of catch and fake clans, but one night one of the other apprentices followed her and caught her. The apprentice immediately took her to see their leader.

The leader told her she could never see the young apprentice again, she would be confined to camp for four days and would take care of the elders until then, and after that she would not go to the next three gatherings.

She accepted the punishment as after being caught she realized the severity of what she had done. She could have spilled secrets to him that he could have taken back to his clan to use against Windclan. She also realized that at that time if a battle had broken out and he had been in it, she would not have been able to fight him.

After that she strive to prove her loyalty to her clan beyond any doubt that she was loyal and still continues to prove it as she becomes deputy.

ic xx; (This is one I put together on the spot, Riverpeace is one of my cats from another site.)

Oakrut's feet ran along the grassy moore, her heart pounding so loud she was sure the dogs would be able to hear it no matter how far away from them she got. Her ears were pinned back against her head as she could still hear them barking. They had just intruded upon Windclan's territory and she was running back towards the camp to warn them, but she knew she couldn't go to the camp and was praying she would find a Windclan patrol.

If she were to go to the camp with the dogs following her she would put the whole clan at risk. "RIVERPEACE!!!" she cried as she saw the camp within shouting distance. She prayed to Starclan that Riverpeace, the new warrior, would hear her cry. She quickly dared to look over her should and saw the dog hot on her heels and she quickly swerved to the left to divert away from the camp and towards the lake. Her limbs were growing tired, where was Riverpeace?

codeword xx; Twilight