The Plot has been chosen. -Auditions-

[*Nimbles*]

Plot Time.

A rogue goes into RiverClan and convinces them that ThunderClan will attack them. He fakes his death and goes into ShadowClan and convinces them that WindClan will attack them, the rogue then fakes his death again.
News of the fights reaches all ears and all four Clans come together to have a battle but the rogue comes with small dogs and cats. The clans fight eachother and the rogue, not knowing their true enemy. The fight ends and the clans realise and come together to beat the rogue.

So, ThunderClan and WindClan know nothing of the rogue so they unite to tell ShadowClan and RiverClan of their mistake, but will it be too late?

Firstly, we need a prophecy written for this, so the best one will be chosen.

Next, we need the rogue. He will be the main participate for this plot, so the best biography will be the rogue.

Next, we need a main dog. By small dogs, I meant that the dogs can be no bigger than a collie. Otherwise our Clan cats will have no chance.

We also need some rogues and dogs who fight in the fight.

So, audition time.


This is the form you must fill out.

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Rank: Main character or minor.
Breed: Cat or dog
Personality:
History:
Roleplaying example:


If you are writing a prophecy, simply state that you are and post it.

Anyone can try out for any position all we ask is that you try your best.


-Nimbles and Dank

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[\\*Rainstorm*//]

could my loners come and fight for the clans since Dewey was once a Thunderclan warrior and is always trying to get his sisters mates from the clans?

it's fine if they can't, though. Just a question cause I don't want to make any more characters and none of my charries are actually bad and stuff lol

[*Nimbles*]

Nimbles:;

Sounds like a good idea to me.

[\\*Rainstorm*//]

Do you still want me to audition?

[fleabittengray]

Name:Spark
Age:2
Gender:Male
Rank: Main character;lead dog
Breed: Dog
Description:Spark is a mutt of many colors. His base coloring is white, which is seen in small spots on his back, his whole belly, chest, and around his eyes. But, His whole fave is black, just like his tail. Spark has brown hair on his back, going down his sides adn ending in a Z on his ribs. His other color, which is a littel weird but naturally, is blue-gray. It is on his legs only. Spark's orbs are teh color of flying sparks, thus his name. They are hard to look at, if you don't know him. His hair is long on his stomach and legs, shorteneding on his chest and becoming curly on his back. His ears are pointed, but are a littel floppy at teh tip. Long tail is slightly turned up in a curl. One word that describes him is::handsome.
Personality::Spark is...not that easy to get a long with. He has a commanding attitude and won't take no for an answer. With his determination to let the wolves knwo taht they are here and ready to fight (well he is) Spark will stop at nothing to gain land for the pack. No one ever knows what is going on in his mind, for he is silent. He speaks when spoken to, and when he has something to say. That is it. You are lucky to have a conversation with this mutt, for he has a story to tell. Spark is a slightly darker dog, but he does it in a cahrming way making him a favorite with the ladies! But watch out! Gte on his wrong side and you may never live to see daylight agin. He is untrusting and hateful, but can be loving and a romantic at times.
History:not everyone is blessed with good parents..... Spark had a rough time at a young age. He hardly knew his mother and never knew his fathers. What, two fathers? Yes! Spark was an expirememnt. An artifiltaion breeding gone wrong. His mother never spoke to him. SH eprobly would have, but her job was to make babies and that was it. But who wanted a mutt like him? No one, that's who! He grew up, becoming more distrustfull and hateing every day. No one cared for him! In fact, the only time his mother spoke to hm was to give him his name. Spark.

call of the wild.... THen one day, it happened. On his first birthday, Spark went mad. He pushed aginst his cage, freeing himself from humans and teh others. He fought with all in his way, leaving him a dark side. A killing side. Life in teh wild was great! He became a skilled hunter, a frightning fighter, and one no one wanted to mess with. THen one day, he met with another dog, A whole pack of them! He gained there trust with difficulty adn slowly he climbed his way up the chain. He became their Beta Male. On his second birthday, Boy, what a day! He is determined to lead the pack to victory...eirther that or watch them be defeated

this bio is from Holwers at Night he is beta male, so if you see that somewhere just ignore it xD
Roleplaying example:A small shiver ran down his neck as he walked towards the old abandoned house. He looked up at the broken windows, a growl forming in his throut. He placed a paw gently on the ground, lifting it as a shard of glass penetrated the rough black pad. He licked the blood, and continued on.

"Can never find any peace and quiet! Always gotta go out of my way to be aone!" The dog muttered to himself. Spark shook his handsome pelt of many colors and lipmed towards the door, which hung on half a hinge. HIs freshly-cut paw combinded with the recent battle wounds made his limp highly noticable. IF a wolf came into his territory now, it would be a hard fight to win.

"Blasted wolves! THInking they better!" HE dog-howled as he said these word, but was answered only a a cold silence. How could a silence be cold? Why, when every day is an ongoing battle for your life, and teh ones you loved lives. When you had to prove yourself worthy for everything, even a mouthful of prey. When ou planned to leve your mark on the earth around you. That is when silence got cold!

Upon aprroching the door, Spark pushed it with his good shoulder. The smell of molded food, mothballs, and other HUman thins reached his nostrils, making him cringe. Humans were so gross! And they treated his pack like...like...nothing. That was why they had left, come here to teh wild. But we are not any better off here, are we? Always fighting? HE argued with himself. The worse part? HIs inner voice was right. He could smell it in the wind. Soemthing was going to happen. SOmething he couldn't stop.

Suddenly, abother scent came to his nose. A scent he didn't want. Wolf, but it was mixed with...dog! He drew in a large breath, and gasped. One of the dogs were hanging with the wolves, bringing them onto his territory! He drew back his lips, and raced towards teh door, bursting out....just in time to see a fellow pack member be mauled by a wolf. HIs heart sped up, but he could do nothing as teh dog fell, bleeding. "No!" he screamed, trying to speed up. But the pain was to great. He knew it. They were going to die. But he would not. He couldn't/

[Blazepelt]

Can I try out for the prophecy? Not that great though...

Beware the lies, for blood will be spilt. An imposter will take over if not stopped. Dogs and cats will clash. The real enemy will remian unseen unless the fighting stops.