Hýcgende Leader (Cedair Mostafar)

[Daciana]

Requirements: You must be an active member of the Hýcgende clan.

[Cedair Mostafar]

Cedair's up for it. (Though is there anything else I need to do...?)

[Daciana]

You need to copy the audition form thingy and post it in an edit or whatever... just fill it out, you know?

[Cedair Mostafar]

Your username: ann
How many characters you possess: One, at the moment
RPing experience: Three years, I think
Activity: Frequent
Average post length: About 200 words, I would say. Depends on the post, really.
Sample post:
The woman who now stood next to the stranger - who had introduced himself as Gastonguay - had approached so haughtily and brazenly that Cedair would have been hard-pressed not to notice her. She acted as if she owned the place -- which, on second thought, may not be too far from the truth; if the newcomer were a shifter clan leader, they could very well me standing on clan territory at the moment. Not that Cedair really gave a flying great horned owl about Wearg borders; it would, however, be useful to know where one clan's land ended and where another's began.

It was dangerous to leap to conclusions, though, Cedair reprimanded herself. The two standing before her could be no more than normal humans, as unlikely as that was. She hadn't come to the lake to look for a fight, anyway; in fact, she had hoped that if she met any shifters by chance, they would hold the grounds too sacred to defile it with bloodshed. Unfortunately, while the sketchbook was innocuous enough, the knife in her other hand hardly helped her case.

As she watched Gastonguay and Daciana gaze into each others' faces, Cedair rolled her eyes. It didn't seem like she had much to worry about right now - they seemed a bit preoccupied with each other. Both, the pretentious redhead included, even stuttered on their own names. While they were at it, Cedair took the time to re-sheath her knife in her boot and return her sketchpad to her bag.

"And I," she said, raising an eyebrow, "am Cedair." In the corner of her eye, she caught movement in the distance -- someone else had arrived on the scene. Now would probably be a good time to figure out if these people were shifters. "If I may be so bold to ask--" a tinge of sarcasm-- "what brings you here on this fine afternoon?"

[Daciana]

Cool, I'll consider. (You have really good chances, lol)

[Daciana]

Okay, accepted. Welcome to the clan leader staff.

[Daciana]

See the post about clan leaders if you are wondering about your rights and stuff...