Could be changed depending on the response I get to a question!

Riverclan - Representative - WaterSong - watersong

WaterSong is, by nature, a very go-with-the-flow sort of cat, rather apt for someone attempting to represent the values of RiverClan. Due to their lack of developed genitalia, both internally and externally, their body did not develop male nor female secondary sex characteristics, leaving them not quite either, and yet, in turn, a better representative of both than any other cat could be, seeing both sides better than any regular cat could. Neither are they from the clans by birth, though they were raised by them. Born to a Loner who passed shortly after all her kits births, WaterSong was the only survivor, and taken in by RiverClan, because no kit should be left to die. Raised in the clans and knowing the clans all their life, they are also not truly of the clans, seeing both sides than any regular cat could. They are water, they reach into every crevice, every crack, every nook and cranny and look within. The water seeps outwards in all directions without judgement, without preference, and spreads to both sides of the battlefield in equal turn.

Who better to represent water, that which cannot be contained to one side or the other, than one who is born to both sides and neither at the same time?

RP Sample:

The night was dark, but it was filled with stars.

It was an especially dark night tonight, with the moon not hung in the sky. For the past nights it had withered further and further till it was but a clawscratch in the dark, and tonight, it had bowed out from the heavens, to begin its return the following night. Its absence meant that Silverpelt shone all the brighter in the dark, but it was not to here that pale grey eyes looked.

Near the edge of Riverclan territory, on the border that led to the unclaimed wilderness, a lone cat sat looking up to the stars, their long tail still and their body scarcely moving but for the slight expansion of their chest as they breathed. The wind was silent tonight, and the cat looked to all the world like a statue but for breath that condensed as faint steam before them. Their eyes were fixated on a distant star, not one that rested in the swathe of Silverpelt, but a faint star lost in the dark expanse of the sky. Twolegs might not be able to see it, and even to the lone cat, its shine was faint.

But their eyes rested on it all the same, and the night was quiet as they watched in silent reverie.

Then, a quiet voice echoed in the silence, but it did not disturb it as the cat slowly lay down on their belly, a small smile reaching up to their eyes.

"Hi mom, I'm sorry I haven't gotten the chance to talk to you lately. Life's been busy, as it always is, but especially so lately. You remember those other cats I told you about, the ones who ran like rabbits across the plains? I'm not sure why, but the others wanted to lay claim to one of their plains. Like I said, I don't know why, as I don't think all our skill in swimming will be much use in catching rabbits, but I was outnumbered, and after all, Riverclan lives by democracy. I also don't know why they always insist on causing such violence with out neighbors, but again, that just seems to be the way things are here."

"You know what I mean, right mom? It's just the way us Loners are, not out to hurt anyone, not out to always steal, just live and let others be. Riverclan is doing alright, and the rivers are always full of fish, but clan cats always seem to want more."

The cat's voice trailed off with a heavy sigh as they laid their head upon crossed paws. Pale eyes left the faint star to look at the ground as soft resignation found its place on their face. The cat looked back up to the star after a moment, head still laid down upon the ground.

"It's hard, sometimes. I try to go with the flow, and to follow the voice of the people. After all, that's what Riverclan, and water itself, is all about. But I'm only a cat. I do get why they want it too. I know I said I didn't, but I really do. They're worried. Even if they don't admit it, we don't know what'll happen in the future, and the more hunting grounds we have, the more food we can have whenever something might happen. It sure doesn't help that Windclan never seems to be much for fighting."

"But all the same, why can't we just cross that bridge when we get to it? Why do we have to be so violent and always bringing harm to others when there's no reason to? We're not starving, we're not..."

Their voice faded away again, and grey ears wilted some as the cat tried to fight the tightness in their throat. They were quiet for a moment, but then they seemed to almost shake themselves from their reverie, lifting their head from their paws and recrossing their paws, though they stayed laying down. Their voice was infused with a tired enthusiasm as they flicked their tail lightly.

"But it's not all bad. I saw a baby finch the other day. It took it a little while to figure out how to fly, but it got there eventually, and the mom was so proud. They never even knew I was there, but that was alright, I only wanted to watch. Also, I found a dead dragonfly the other day. I know, I know, why is that interesting? But it was completely intact, and the wings were so pretty. They had the coolest black pattern where they connected to the body, and it was an incredible find. Normally when I find cool bugs, they're either alive or unrecognizable, so that just made my day."

The cat continued to talk quietly throughout the night, recounting stories of their clanmates and of the neat things they had seen. As moonhigh came and went, though without a moon to mark the time, the cat's head began to grow heavy, and their stories were more yawns than words as they finally lay their head back down. They continued whispering quietly as their eyes drifted shut, before their voice was quiet and they seemed to be asleep.

Then they spoke up one more time, a hushed whisper.

"Will you sing to me?"

No more was said after that as the cat drifted off to sleep. But if one listened hard enough, one could almost think to hear a quiet song that echoed around the sleeping cat, and sang them to sleep.

I will always love you.

Thunderclan - Leader - Lynxstar - Blaze
My character would be interesting in this position because: I believe Lynxstar is the perfect definition of what a Thunderclan leader should be. He's very concieted and full of himself. He views himself as a gift from Starclan. He believes that Darkclan should be disbanded and banished for goig against the four clans and would chase Darkclan out of clan territory himself if it didn't damage his reputation.

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Lynxstar leapt onto the High Rock, his large head held high as he looked down at his clan bustling with life below. He lifted his muzzle to the sky and parted his jaws as he yowled, “All cats old enough to catch their own prey gather below the High Rock for a Clan Meeting!”

Thunderclan cats lifted their heads to meet Lynxstar's gaze, warriors rushing to get as close as possible to the high rock, apprentices chattering excitedly as guessed tried to guess what the large leader had to say, queens grooming their kits to get them ready for the upcoming ceremony and elders grumbling as they slowly made their way out of their den. Lynxstar waited until the noise died down before he spoke again, gingerly sitting on his haunches with his tail wrapped around his paws.

“There are two things I wish to do today. We all know of Shadowclan's recent misdoing, setting half of Thunderclan territory on fire and putting much stress upon our growth patrol. May Starclan prevent any bloodshed to happen in the future, but if the time comes that we must meet Shadowclan in battle then we must train as many warriors as we can. Which is why it is time to appoint two new apprentices.”

He turned his bright amber gaze upon two kits. “Falconkit, Batkit, step forward,” he said. He watched the two kits' eyes brighten as they rushed forward through the crowd of warriors, stumbling over tails and their own paws. His whiskers twitched with amusement as they looked down in embarrassment. He leapt down from the High Rock and padded up to the kits. “You have reached the age of six moons old and are now ready to become an apprentice.” He first turned to Falconkit, raking his eyes over his thick tom's features. “Falconkit, from this day onward until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Falconpaw.” He looked over the crowd, nodding in satisfaction once he met a certain warrior's gaze. “Antnose, you are ready to take on an apprentice. You will mentor Falconpaw and I expect you to teach him the ways of Thunderclan.” He watched Falconpaw trot up to Antnose, touching muzzles.

He turned to Batkit, his intense gaze making the she-kit flinch in surprise. “Batkit, from this day onward until you receive your warrior name, you will known as Batpaw.” He looked up, nodding towards another warrior. “Hornetwing, you've trained many apprentices, I trust you will be able to pass on your wisdom to Batpaw as well.” He waited until the two touched noses before he spoke again.

“Falconpaw, Batpaw, I welcome you as apprentices of Thunderclan. May you learn to serve your clan well.” he said, as the clan called the siblings' new names.

“Falconpaw! Batpaw!”

WindClan - Deputy - Snakepad - @lionhearted
My character would be interesting in this position because: This WindClan tom is a dutiful and well-mannered warrior who’s struggled to find his own path all his life. That is, until he saved his adopted son Sorrelkit from a vicious fox. Now he spends his time learning how to be a good parent, all the while discovering more about himself every day. One question lingers in his mind, however; will he become the cat his father always wanted him to be or will he find his own way?

I think he would make for a good deputy because he already exhibits all the desirable traits one would like to see in a warrior and future leader. He is already a very talented fighter and hunter and works extremely hard to provide for WindClan. His father, Tigerstripe, is also a strong cat and would presumably be well-known, as would himself, Snakepad. Without knowing his background, one could see that Snakepad is a valuable member of the community.

A personal plot is being advertised, hopefully to play out soon; Snakepad will learn to grow and become independent through raising Sorrelkit, and I think being deputy would be a perfect parallel to this. We could see Snakepad evolve from being hesitant and tentative at first in his new leadership position to taking steps to becoming a very strong person of authority.

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Roleplay example:

Snakepad cleared his throat as he gazed around the camp. His paws trembled a bit, and there was a strange fluttering in his chest. His brows furrowed as he took in the vacancy of the area, realizing that he was the only one up. He tilted his head; not even the sun was fully in the sky yet.

Huh.

The tom was puzzled over why he felt it was so unusual; he was more than used to getting up before dawn, he had done it since he was a young 'paw. Tigerstripe would force him up from his slumber-- dragging him out if needed-- and by now Snakepad's circadian rhythm had long shifted to accommodate. When he found himself awake at this time of day, he normally went hunting, enjoying being out in the fields by himself before anyone else came into the territory. He would listen to the birds sing and the mice chitter, before he would chase after one of them.

Snakepad wasn't tired, but felt a curious sort of energy that was simultaneously stimulating and draining. He felt his paws automatically carrying him towards the entrance of camp, prepared to venture out into the WindClan land for his normal patrol, but he suddenly stopped.

He was deputy.

That was why.

It hit him with the full force of a blow from Tigerstripe, and he did a double take. That new feeling... he was deputy. He was in charge of everyone now, supposed to be partially accountable for their actions... he felt dumbstruck by the epiphany, and he felt himself start shaking again. How could he take responsibility for others? Make decisions that could potentially change their lives?

He swallowed, closing his eyes. Blood pounded in his ears. He remembered the night, such a flurry it had been; Stormstar proclaiming him deputy, the yowling of congratulations that had followed, and his own feeling of elation, not at the fact that he'd been promoted, but more so at the roaring of pride Tigerstripe had given, getting to see the shine in his father's eyes that reflected the depth of his love... he had waited for that look all his life.

And now Tigerstripe was still sleeping, and it was just Snakepad by himself, in his new shoes of authority. He was alone. Tigerstripe had never been deputy. Tigerstripe couldn't tell him what to do. That was up to himself.

"Snakepad?"

The tabby jumped at the high-pitched squeak behind him, but smiled at the young russet bat-eared kitten staring at him with wide eyes. "Hello, Sorrelkit. You're up early."

"Had a dream," his foster son replied, yawning wildly and automatically sidling up next to Snakepad. Warmth flowed through the older tom, and suddenly everything seemed grounded again. "Wanna be with you." At Snakepad's paws Sorrelkit curled up and closed his eyes, evidently still tired. "I can't believe my daddy's the deputy now!"

"Yeah, he is," Snakepad chuckled quietly, feeling proud all of a sudden.

"You'll be telling others what to do!"

The bushes rustled, and he turned to see someone sliding out from the warriors' den. "Snakepad," the other tom greeted, dipping his head. "Anything for me to do?" His eyes slid to the slumbering form of Snakepad's son at his paws, and he cracked a smile.

The pale ginger tom's eyes followed his Clanmate's, and he too smiled down gently. He could do this. Taking a breath, he turned to face the other tom. "Yeah. Let's go hunting."

RiverClan - Medicine Cat - Willowbranch - @username
My character would be interesting in this position because: I see Willowbranch as a cat who's overwhelmed with grief from the loss of her mentor. She was forced to receive her full name early after Mistyheart's death, and the young she-cat feels incredibly out of place. She's worried that she won't be able to fill her mentor's paws and is in constant self-doubt. Seeing her development as a Medicine Cat would be very interesting.

RP Example:

Willowbranch lashed her tail in annoyance as she focused harder on the stem she was trying so hard to grow. Come on, Willowbranch! You need this to grow! Whitetail needs this Catmint or he'll die. She shook her head. She couldn't do this on her own. She needed Mistyheart's help. Her mentor had passed earlier in the moon and the small she-cat was forced to go to the half-moon meeting on her own. Her fellow Medicine Cats had given her her full Medicine Cat name while they honoured their lost companion.

She sank her claws into the cold earth as she tried again. Growing plants in leafbare was incredibly tough, even if she had the power of her element to help. The fragile plant would freeze quickly. Her lack of concentration didn't help either. Willowbranch sighed and stared at the small stem. She just needed a little bit more.

Using as much strength as she could muster, she finally managed to get just enough for another dose for Whitetail. She plucked the plant up and quickly carried it into her den. Whitetail's breathing was shallow. Panic flooded the she-cat. She padded to their side and nudged the stems closer to the tom. He opened his eyes and ate them slowly. She stroked his back with her tail. "Yes, that's it. Get some rest now, ok? You'll feel better before you know it." She smiled.

Willowbranch stood up and walked away. It was a promise she didn't know if she could keep.

RiverClan - Representative - Bumblepelt - @.fern
My character would be interesting in this position because: Bumblepelt would want the role of Representative to prove himself to his kin that he is important to the Clan. I believe he would quickly realize that he's way in over his head with the politics of being Representative. Bumblepelt would desperately try to please the Clan instead of focusing on the affairs of the other Clans, likely going with the crowd instead of doing what he thinks is right. 

Rp sample:

"RiverClan has spoken. Our new representative is Bumblepelt!"

What?

By StarClan, he did it! He was the new RiverClan Representative! He could finally make a difference in his Clan. He could finally prove to his parents that he was useful to the Clan. Many of his Clanmates began to surround him, congratulating him and cheering his name. Bumblepelt felt a surge of pride. He finally found his place in RiverClan.

His eyes fell on his sister, who appeared bitter. She wanted the rank of Representative just as much as he did, and he took it from her. He could see his parents with her instead of him. He frowned. It had always been that way. They prefered her over him, even when he won. What did he have to do to prove to them he was just as good as she was? He was Representative of their Clan for StarClan's sake! He was just as good as she was!

Willowbranch approached him, the small medicine-cat dipped her head. "I'm ready to head to Moonfalls when you are. It's time to receive StarClan's blessing." She meowed. Bumblepelt nodded.

He'd prove them wrong. All of them.

Shadowclan - Deputy - Crowleap- simonwho

My character would be interesting in this position because Crowleap is very calm and understanding. He is also very loyal to the code despite being in Shadowclan. He often surveys a situation and makes a plan before taking action.

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The tom stared at the clan, paws tucked underneath him. He took note of how they acted, how they spoke. As a newly made deputy, Crowleap would have to speak with these cats, help guide them, protect them as best he could as deputy. His torn ears twitched, then rotated as his name was called. Rotating his head, -paw padded towards him, a rather angry expression upon their usually smiling face. Pushing himself to a stand, he met them halfway, raising an eyebrow at the young cat. "Yes, -paw?" He'd ask, head tilted expectantly, waiting for their response. "My mentor isn't training me." Was all the apprentice said before the deputy's eyes narrowed, ears flattening. "What? Are you serious? I'll have a talk with -star. I'll see what I can do. For now, -paw, please train with the other warriors and their apprentices." With that, Crowleap was off, heading straight towards his leaders den. "-star!" He'd say before entering, tail flicking. "-paw informed me their mentor isn't training them." The tom said, bowing his head to the cat. "I was hoping we could change his mentor to a different cat, and punish his current mentor." The leader seemed to think for a moment, staring at Crowleap, not saying a word. Then, they nodded, slowly. "I'll make an announcement, then. Get their mentor, if you will, Crowleap." The dark tabby tom nodded, turning and trotting away, looking for the warrior that neglected their apprentice. Once he found them, he marched straight for them, clearing his throat and glaring at them. "-star wishes to speak with you." Was all the deputy said before tossing his head towards the leader.