Blackear - EarthClan Deputy Audition

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Blackear

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She.cat

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Deputy

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EarthClan

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A tall, lanky, purebred Savanna cat with large black ears, a large nose and a spotted pelt much like an African Serval's.

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Blackear is a tall, almost imposing figure. Her long legs lend to her height of almost two feet at the shoulder – taller than any average cat. Her somewhat long neck raises her head far above that of her fellow feline. This figure commands quite a bit of respect, if only because of her size.

Don't be fooled by her size, Blackear is all muscle. Her body is lean and sinewy, and she has speed and quite a bit of strength in her, too. Her fur is medium-length and a creamy tan color, fading to near-white on her belly. Black spots dapple her back, legs, and face, and her short-ish tail is banded with black and is quite fluffy. This pelt color is a blessing when she's stalking through yellow grass, sand, or in the autumn, because she blends in nicely with the ground then.

Blackear's name comes from her large, mobile ears, which are a deep black. In the center on the backs of her ears is a striking band of white. This cat's face is short, with powerful jaws, and she has a large, flat, pinkish nose. Her eyes aren't very large and their boggy green depths usually give a far-off expression.

Blackear's paws are somewhat large, but her claws are not retractable – courtesy of her Serval DNA, no doubt. Her legs give her lots of mobility and a powerful leap. Her tail, however, sometimes throws off her balance because it's a bit short.

Blackear's hearing is extremely fine-tuned, and when it comes to sound, she is very hard to sneak up on. Her sense of smell isn't nearly as good, but is decent nonetheless. Her eyesight, on the other hand, is quite bad. She is slowly going blind, and already her eyes always seem to be clouded by a thin fog. But the time she reaches 70 moons (if she lives that long), she'll most likely be fully blind. Luckily her hearing helps make up for her eyesight.

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Perhaps the best word to describe Blackear is aloof. She's very laid-back and never seems to care about trivial things. One thing she is passionate about is her clan, its safety, and its well-being. She is willing to do anything within her power for her beloved clan – even if it means her death. Because of her devotion, Blackear is quite respected by her clan, and her strong sense of honor and justice has caught the attention – in a good way – of the other clans.

Blackear is quite closed off, however, and in conversation she rarely speaks of personal things, especially her past. When talking to others, she is polite – her temper is hard to incite – but can be a bit bland to those 'deep thinkers' because of her refusal to go into serious conversation. Talk about the hunting on the northern border? Sure. Chat about the litter of kits recently born? Of course. But mention the meaning of life, kithood memories, or what happens after death, and Blackear shuts down.

Besides that, Blackear is an amicable girl. She is more polite than most because of her upbringing and lineage (which you can hear in her slight 'down south' accent), and she is open-minded for the most part. She believes firmly in justice, and sticking up for the 'little guy'; she is not one to be swayed by bribery or greed.

Blackear is brave, though she would never admit it, and will not back down from an enemy unless it is foolish not to. Her courage and resolve are to be admired, and she sets a good example for the kits. Her only shortcoming seems to be her intense stubbornness and almost cold detachment from personal matters (including her perpetual dislike of the idea of a mate, though she's not apt to explain her reasoning).

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Fathers, be good to your daughters
Blackear's father was a wild cat. An African Serval, to be exact, captured from somewhere in Mozambique for his rare white coat (he was born with a genetic defect that depleted his fur's melanin supply). Ai-rah was less than one year old when humans captured him, but he was still fierce and had quite a temper. He was wild, through and through.

Mothers, be good to your daughters, too
Blackear's mother, however, was 100% kittypet. Being a purebred Egyptian Mau, Kasey was treated like a princess. In return, she was used for breeding. She was used to being bred with toms she hardly knew, having kits, and then having to give her babies up far too soon. But when she met Ai-rah, it was instant love. The strong, hard-headed tom was a refreshing change from the boring, sex-driven cats she normally met. And to Ai-rah, Kasey was perfect in every way – and her silver, spotted coat and large green eyes were the most beautiful he had ever seen.

It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside
Kasey's owners bought Ai-rah to breed with her and make one of the rare new breeds called Savanna Cats. But to their dismay, Ai-rah and Kasey were to absorbed in getting to know each other and were falling madly in love. They weren't breeding and parting, as they were supposed to. The two of them would spend hours upon hours, sharing tongues and talking; Kasey of her life as a house cat, and Ai-rah of his life in the wild. Both were intrigued by the other's life.

Kasey's twolegs weren't too fond of this idea, and began to harbor the thought that Ai-rah was a eunuch of some sort. The twolegs weren't very intelligent. But Kasey was pregnant before they could get rid of Ai-rah, and in a strange fit of kindness (or perhaps greed), they decided to keep the Serval.

Now here we stand unafraid of the future
Kasey and Ai-rah were delighted at the idea of kits, and they became closer and closer as the due date neared. After a normal pregnancy and an uneventful birth (besides the fact that is was a birth), Kasey gave birth to three adorable little kittens. Two of them were definitely Savanna cats, looking much like their father, and one took the look of his mother.

Blackear, then named Aisha, was definitely not the runt of her litter. She was the largest, the first to open her eyes, the first to venture out of the nest of blankets she was born in. Aisha was the first to chirp, first to yowl, first to hiss, first to pounce. She was the trailblazer of her siblings, and she learned quickly. Soon Aisha was her father’s favorite, though he would never admit it to any of them, and he taught her how to hunt, how to fight, how to make an enemy back off – all of the essential skills for living in the wild.

From her mother Aisha learned skills of etiquette. How to get what she wants without force, how to be polite, how to speak with diction and clarity and convey her meaning without offending anyone. Also useful skills, though more subtle and meant for kittypet life, they would come in handy later.

You can’t make me fall
Aisha was nearly 12 weeks old when the twolegs came to take the kits away. Ai-rah wouldn’t stand for it; he defended them, fought back, and in doing so gave Kasey and the kits enough time to slip out the back door (which had been carelessly left open) and into the backyard. Ai-rah never followed. Kasey knew she had to continue, to escape, to save her kits, even if it meant leaving behind her one love. The she-cat never learned what became of her mate, but she could only imagine the horrors that befell him.

Through the night Kasey and her young kits traveled, leaving the suburbs behind and eventually making it to a forest. They were cold – it was mid-autumn at the time – and hungry, and weren’t used to living outdoors. They survived, though they didn’t prosper, and Kasey and the smallest of the litter – the other Savanna cat, a she-cat named Felle – began to lose weight rapidly. They weren’t cut out for the forest life, and Kasey was drowning in her sorrow and simply losing her will to live.

The finishing blow was dealt when the four weakened cats ran into a badger. The black and white creature surprised them as they tried to sleep in a den in the ground, unaware that it belonged to the badger. There was a swift, painful, fatal fight that ensued, and Felle was killed and Kasey terribly wounded. Aisha had tried to defend them, but she was simply too small, and her brother barely knew how to fight at this point, and was even smaller than she.

Kasey managed to usher her two remaining kits away, even with her sides torn open and bleeding, before the badger could kill them, too. Moving slowly and painfully through the deciduous trees, their walk seemed to take forever before Kasey collapsed, gasping and eyes fading. Try as they might, the two kits could not help their mother, and in the middle of the night she passed away, eyes glazed with hope that she might now see her beloved Ai-rah in death.

I'll play my soul into sleep
Blackear and her brother didn’t have long to mourn, however, because the sound of a hawk on the hunt clashed in their ears. Reluctantly leaving their mother’s body behind, they ran.

For almost a year Aisha and Matsu lived on their own in the forest, hunting pathetically for slow mice and sickly rabbits. The two barely survived; the only thing that got them through their first leafbare was the discovery of a twoleg cabin that frequently left their garbage cans open. Not exactly feasts, but the scraps of food kept them going.

Come summertime, the cabin was abandoned, and Aisha and her brother had to revert back to catching their own food. Neither of them were very good out here in the wild where everything is trained at birth to survive in the harsh forest.

I've seen enough to know that I have seen too much
Almost a year after their mother’s death, Aisha and Matsu found the land belonging to the clans. They didn’t know it at the time, however, and all they could think about was finally being around others of their own kind.

Brother and sister entered the now land – the territory belonging to EarthClan – together, and less than an hour of walking later, they were surrounded by an EarthClan patrol. Matsu managed to slip away, but Aisha was too large now that she was fully grown and the Clan cats, in a sense, “captured” her.

The leader of EarthClan at the time came out to meet this large she-cat her patrol had captured. Aisha and the leader seemed to get along quite well, and she was welcomed into EarthClan.

Aisha was soon renamed Blackpaw even though she was much older than an apprentice, simply because she needed training in order to live as a clan cat. Blackpaw learned quickly, and even though she missed her brother dearly, she learned to be happy again in her new family. It wasn’t until perhaps a moon or two after she joined EarthClan that Blackpaw learned Matsu had been taken in by DarkClan, though she kept it secret for both their sakes.

Blackpaw learned very quickly, and after only one moon of training, she was a skilled fighter and hunter, and was newly christened Blackear, warrior of EarthClan.

Isn't that the way? Everybody's got their dues in life to pay
Though she was first teased and treated quite badly by her clanmates, her noble nature and steadfast mindset over the course of her first year gained her much respect, and even love. Because she was never interested in getting a mate (she didn’t want to wind up like her parents had), when the leader of EarthClan was killed and the deputy became the new leader – Frozenstar – Blackear was the natural choice for deputy.

For the last year and a half, she’s been a devoted and just deputy, and though she knows the day could come, she slightly hopes that she will not become leader. Why, you ask? Because she doesn’t feel she’s good enough to rule over her beloved clan and keep it safe and prosperous.

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A pair of eyes reflected white in the darkness as moonlight shone down onto the crest of the hill. Blackear shifted her head and the glow disappeared, revealing the bog-green color her eyes really were. The Savanna Cat sat up straighter, her watchful gaze moving silently across EarthClan’s territory. Oh, what she would give just to make her Clan’s life perfect.

Blackear couldn’t even explain her devotion, but she knew the instant she was accepted into EarthClan that it was her purpose in life to watch over them, to take care of them. The tall she-cat pushed herself to her paws, stretching and yawning, and turned away from the center of EarthClan’s land, heading for the border with DarkClan.

Slinking through the underbrush and down the hill, Blackear was soon very close to the DarkClan-EarthClan border, her head down, shoulders lunging and muscles rolling with the brilliant power of the wild cat. It was mere moments before she was at the large elm tree that marked the meeting place she and her brother had designated.

For a moment Blackear felt guilt about keeping such a thing a secret from her clan, but her urge to see the only other cat who had known her before she was a warrior was strong, and she forcefully pushed her shame away. Curling her short tail around her paws, Blackear sat patiently at the base of the elm tree, waiting for her brother to emerge from the brush.

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Well, no one else has applied for this position, you are very active, and we need a deputy.

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