[Charlston]

Username: Charlston
Cat Name:
Clan:
Rank:
Gender:
Age: moons
Feather:
Ambition:
wip

[sylveonsweetie987]

Username: sylveonsweetie987
Cat Name: Clipclaw
Clan: Honeyclan- link in sig
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Female
Age: 21 moons
Feather: The eastern bluebird, staying bright when all is lost...
Ambition: Clipclaw only wishes to find her little sister....Surely she didn't die from the coyote attack? They never found a body...

[dolly]

Username: dolly
Cat Name: buzzardtalon
Clan: jayclan
Rank: warrior
Gender: female
Age: 63 moons
Feather: blue jay in honor of her clan
Ambition: She wants what any other cat wants. It's quite simple, really. She wants to survive.
"Buzzardtalon really scarred that poor cat. Hate to be in a fight with her," she can hear a clanmate say. Her limbs are sore from said fight and she's resting in a tree that just so happens to be overlooking them.
"I'd hate to be near her. She's terrifying," says another.
On some level it hurts, but she's heard so much worse in all her days. It's the price of survival. To be feared is to survive.
"I think she's just a bully," comments another.
She might be or she might not be. It stopped mattering to her years ago. When she learned the price of survival was living at the top, becoming a figure they feared, everything slowly dripped away.
"Shush! She might hear us!" warns an overly cautious apprentice.
Her ambition is merely to survive no matter how wrong she goes about it.

[Kazin]

Username: Kazin
Cat Name: Reed
Clan: Nox Invictus
Rank: Rising Sun (Deputy)
Gender: Tom
Age: 27 moons
Feather: Peacock. If they can show off, why can't he?
Ambition:

All his life, there has been one thing Reed has wanted. He has been consistently looked down on for his mannerisms, for what he believes in, and for just being, well, him. He doesn't let it break his spirit, but it gets tough sometimes. Most times, if Reed decides to truly open up about it.

Reed wants to be accepted. Not for someone he isn't, but for who is truly is. Even after he gets other cats to accept who he is, he wants others to feel accepted wherever they are as well. He wants to create a world in which no one is shunned for who they are, no one is looked down on because they might be different. Why should they be? No one should have to hide who they are to conform. Differences should be celebrated, no torn down.

One day, Reed vows to make the world see that cats aren't evil for being different. The evil comes when they refuse to let others be who they are. A great idealist, Reed is.

[chaotic creativity]

Username: sharpiesandhamilton
Cat Name: cardinalblossom
Clan: wolverineclan
Rank: hail priestess (deputy equivalent)
Gender: she-cat/molly
Age: fifty-two moons
Feather: bluejay. bluejays are considered to symbolize determination, and cardinalblossom is a very determined molly.
Ambition: cardinalblossom's greatest ambition is that of love. she wishes to find true love one day, but she is hard to love. with her prickly personality, she ends up pushing away those she loves most more often than keeping them near. her scars also scare those around her, for she got them in quite the battle. she loves retelling the gruesome story in which she bested a wolf, but sometimes she gets so caught up in the story that she forgets that others aren't wanting the excruciating detail she gives. another fact is that she is attracted to mollies. not only is she attracted to mollies, she has quite the specific type. she has a particular fondness for mollies that are timid and shy. she finds introversion adorable and has a fantasy in which she has an introvert for her mate. it is her dream, but she just doesn't seem to understand that her extroversion is causing the introverts to avoid her. she tries to tell herself to calm down when telling stories or just holding a normal conversation, but she just can't. it seems to many that she is similar to twoleg kits, always excitable and hyper. even though she's outgoing, it can be perceived as prickly. her quick comments may sound snide when it is just that her brain works too fast for her mouth sometimes and she gets annoyed with herself.
(two-hundred-thirty-three words/five-hundred words)

[ataraxic_gone]

Username;; dewly_noted
Cat Name;; Ivory Wolf
Gender;; male
Age;; 28 moons
Clan;; Fallen
Rank;; heir

Feather: "The Owl is my spirit guide, I appreciate them as such."
Ambition:

"To succeed where others have failed, to lead boldly in our wars but with kindness to our peers. To be one with those who have come before yet never forget those who walk this land around us. To support the lowest of our ranks as if they were the highest, so that no small thing goes unnoticed and no small evil goes unpunished. To be stern but dependable."

He listens to those words like a mantra, sounding off in his head constantly. He'd heard his father say them repeatedly when he was a kit, a vow that he wished to impart on his children. It hadn't been something which his father had expected to be more than a childhood vision for success but Wolf attached himself to that dream. He made that speech his ambition and along the way he built upon it.

He didn't want to just lead boldly, he wanted to lead bravely, with vicious determination. He didn't want to be kind to his peers but instead to light a fire inside them, a fire of passion that could keep them warm through the winter. He was everywhere and without realising it, his ambition got under everyone's skin. He was impossible to reach for the average cat, consumed in his ambition to be the best leader he could be. Tragically his ambition to become a good leader made it so that goal would be unobtainable. [237/500]

[I Like Bees]

Username: I Like Bees
Cat Name: Owltalon
Clan: PetalClan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Male
Age: 26 moons

Feather: Despite losing most of his left ear to one when he was only apprentice-aged, Owltalon admires the grace and predatory instincts of the red-tailed hawk.

Ambition: [361]
"Crouch, pounce, bite; it's easy," Owltalon quoted mockingly. "You're a cat, Owltalon; hunting is in your blood. Don't move your tail, Owltalon. Stop making noise, Owltalon." The tom gritted his teeth, slowing to a stop to compose himself. He shouldn't be worked up over Sorrelstar's latest attempt at teaching him how to hunt; she was only trying to help.

The warrior closed his eyes, memories of the other cats who had tried to help flashing before him. Featherhop, his mentor, lying about his hunting ability to protect him from the wrath of BloomClan's authority, to the point where Owltalon was named after his supposed hunting expertise. Moons of pretending to hunt, while his family and close friends worked extra hard to provide prey for him to claim to have caught.

Owltalon opened his eyes, shaking his head and returning to the present. He'd never be a hunter.

A sharp screeching noise caught Owltalon's attention, snapping him out of his dark cloud of self-disappointment. The tom looked up, spotting a red-tailed hawk soaring overhead. His eyes widened as the hawk fell into a sudden dive, plummeting towards the ground.

The hawk reached out with its talons, grabbing its prey and swiftly returning to the skies. Owltalon could faintly make out the high-pitched squeaks of terror from the bird's freshly-caught meal.

"Wow," Owltalon whispered, amazed and inspired. He found his paws moving of their own accord, taking him towards the place the hawk had caught its meal. Strangely, despite there having been no visible struggle, the bird had left behind several tail feathers. The tom stared for a moment, feeling an odd sense that the feathers were meant for him.

The tom gently tucked the feathers into his tail fur, then swished it back and forth to admire his new look. He stood up, padding in a circle and feeling significantly more confident than earlier.

It was then that Owltalon made a vow to himself. No matter how long it took, how many moons he had to dedicate to training, how many times he had to get back up and try again, he would learn to hunt, or die trying.

Preferably the former.

[CertainNorth]

Since I am late, just bumping this to say it will be closed later tonight! Finish up your forms!

[CertainNorth]

This comp is now closed for judging

[CertainNorth]

Congrats I Like Bees! I'll add in the feathers now

I loved reading everyone's ambitions! I also want to award HMs to AJ and Kazin

Username: I Like Bees
Cat Name: Owltalon
Clan: PetalClan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Male
Age: 26 moons

Feather: Despite losing most of his left ear to one when he was only apprentice-aged, Owltalon admires the grace and predatory instincts of the red-tailed hawk.

Ambition: [361]
"Crouch, pounce, bite; it's easy," Owltalon quoted mockingly. "You're a cat, Owltalon; hunting is in your blood. Don't move your tail, Owltalon. Stop making noise, Owltalon." The tom gritted his teeth, slowing to a stop to compose himself. He shouldn't be worked up over Sorrelstar's latest attempt at teaching him how to hunt; she was only trying to help.

The warrior closed his eyes, memories of the other cats who had tried to help flashing before him. Featherhop, his mentor, lying about his hunting ability to protect him from the wrath of BloomClan's authority, to the point where Owltalon was named after his supposed hunting expertise. Moons of pretending to hunt, while his family and close friends worked extra hard to provide prey for him to claim to have caught.

Owltalon opened his eyes, shaking his head and returning to the present. He'd never be a hunter.

A sharp screeching noise caught Owltalon's attention, snapping him out of his dark cloud of self-disappointment. The tom looked up, spotting a red-tailed hawk soaring overhead. His eyes widened as the hawk fell into a sudden dive, plummeting towards the ground.

The hawk reached out with its talons, grabbing its prey and swiftly returning to the skies. Owltalon could faintly make out the high-pitched squeaks of terror from the bird's freshly-caught meal.

"Wow," Owltalon whispered, amazed and inspired. He found his paws moving of their own accord, taking him towards the place the hawk had caught its meal. Strangely, despite there having been no visible struggle, the bird had left behind several tail feathers. The tom stared for a moment, feeling an odd sense that the feathers were meant for him.

The tom gently tucked the feathers into his tail fur, then swished it back and forth to admire his new look. He stood up, padding in a circle and feeling significantly more confident than earlier.

It was then that Owltalon made a vow to himself. No matter how long it took, how many moons he had to dedicate to training, how many times he had to get back up and try again, he would learn to hunt, or die trying.

Preferably the former.