Post by Midna's Sister on Nov 7, 2012 3:19:28 GMT -5
Requirements:
•Your Real-Life Age
•Your Forum Username
•Times you can be Online
•A Sample of Writing, at least 150 Words Long
•Have been on this forum for a month or more
•Rank of "Hobbiest Writer".
•Be able to get on the Chat from 2:00-5:00 PM Pacific Standard Time, for the interview.
So here is a example of a Signup:
Hello. I'm Kaylee, and my forum username is Catastrofik. I will be online at 2:00-6:00 PM, Pacific Standard Time. My writing sample is: Her grey-and-white tabby fur was sleek and shiny as she scrabbled up the Highstone. Sure-footed, Sweetkit waggled her haunches and climbed a final little ledge. She was at the top! Suddenly, a huge, white-headed eagle flew down near Sweetkit. Knocked off balance by the snowy-scalped bird, she teetered on the edge of the Highstone. Inches, inches between her and the end of it. The bird swooped down once again, but this time, its clawed talons did not miss. They struck in her eye, puncturing it terribly. It pulled a bloodied end-talon out of her eye, and it used its other hooked claw to scratch up one side of her face. Sweetkit couldn't see; she slipped on a little pool of her own blood, and fell down off the high-up stone. Her paws stung from landing, and she tried to lift herself up. But she was too weak. She flopped back down, and gave way to darkness.
"Her face! Her beautiful face!" Wavegaze cried, her sea-blue eyes full of worry. Snowfall tried to soothe Wavegaze. "My herbs can help her, I know," she said, fluffing out her long, herb-scented fur. "I'm a medicine cat," she whispered. "StarClan save this kit."
"Dear," Oatbirch said disapprovingly. "Snowfall, my dear apprentice, how did this happen?"
"I...I don't know," Snowfall said, downcast. "I... Think she fell off the Highstone. She was laying near it, in a pool of her own blood... That's all I know," she finished. Oatbirch shook his head disappointedly, and lifted the unconscious kit up and carried her into the medicine den.
Once in, he carefully set Sweetkit down and inspected her. He saw a flash of yellow come from inside Sweetkit's wound, and he gently picked out the little flash; it was a fragment of eagle talon. He recognized the misty, cool scent—it was like mountains and high altitudes. "StarClan bless," he whispered, touching his tail to her flank. Her tail-tip faintly twitched, as if to say "thank you". He lifted his tail, and grabbed some comfry—to soothe, and dock, for her scratches, and marigold, to hold back possible infection. Carefully, he took the herbs and placed them on her injured face. Then, he proceeded to put a clump of cobwebs, and he gingerly patted it down. Just to make sure, Oatbirch dabbled some honey around the cobweb seams. After putting on the honey, he opened her mouth and trickled thyme juice in. "You're in StarClan's paws, now..." he whispered, and curled up on the dust beside her.
Dusk came, dawn followed. Oatbirch woke to pale light. He looked down blearily to see his patient, no longer unconscious, but asleep. Worried about infection still, he took off the dressings from yesterday and set them at the entrance to his den. He replaced the cobwebs, herbs, and honey with new ones, and then he covered Sweetkit with a strip of moss. Padding out, he took the bundle of used medicine and dropped it in the dirtplace. He saw Snowfall moping near the fresh-kill pile. He walked up to her, saying, "You can't be in the medicine den for awhile. She needs only one cat's help. But I need your help," he hinted. Snowfall looked up, her eyes sad. "How can I help?" she asked.
"I need you to take away the used herbs I leave at the enterance to my den, and dispose of them. Also, I will need lots of comfry, dock, marigold, and cobwebs. Can you do this for me?" he asked, seriousness in his blue gaze. Snowfall sniffed and said, "I would be pleased to, Oatbirch." she said, hopping up. "I'll go get some more cobwebs and comfry right now," she mewed and padded off.
Sweetkit blinked her eye, opening it gingerly. "What... Happened?" she mewled. "Why is my face wet? Why does my eye hurt? Why can't I see?!" she cried. Oatbirch came running, herbs in his jaws. "You... Uh, kind of got hurt." he said. She faintly hissed. "I KNOW that!" she hissed, her fur spiking up. "Wavegaze!" Oatbirch heard Snowfall call. "Oh, dear. I hope that little Sweetkit here will be alright," he said. "StarClan help save us."
I have been on the forum for three months, and I would like to help.
I am rank of Worldwide Bestseller. I can get on at 2:30 PM PST for the interview. However, I will not be on Mondays, Saturdays, Sundays, or Thursdays.
I hope that you consider my application.
~Kaylee/Catastrofik
Please, do not rage if you are rejected. It is decided on weather you are truly ready to handle sticky situations and make tough decisions. If you rage, it only shows me even more that you're not ready to be one of the staff. If you reply at all to your application(which will be locked within two weeks of decision), you should reply politely and kindly. We do not work hard to be bashed over what we think is best. Thank you for reading this thread.
•Your Real-Life Age
•Your Forum Username
•Times you can be Online
•A Sample of Writing, at least 150 Words Long
•Have been on this forum for a month or more
•Rank of "Hobbiest Writer".
•Be able to get on the Chat from 2:00-5:00 PM Pacific Standard Time, for the interview.
So here is a example of a Signup:
Hello. I'm Kaylee, and my forum username is Catastrofik. I will be online at 2:00-6:00 PM, Pacific Standard Time. My writing sample is: Her grey-and-white tabby fur was sleek and shiny as she scrabbled up the Highstone. Sure-footed, Sweetkit waggled her haunches and climbed a final little ledge. She was at the top! Suddenly, a huge, white-headed eagle flew down near Sweetkit. Knocked off balance by the snowy-scalped bird, she teetered on the edge of the Highstone. Inches, inches between her and the end of it. The bird swooped down once again, but this time, its clawed talons did not miss. They struck in her eye, puncturing it terribly. It pulled a bloodied end-talon out of her eye, and it used its other hooked claw to scratch up one side of her face. Sweetkit couldn't see; she slipped on a little pool of her own blood, and fell down off the high-up stone. Her paws stung from landing, and she tried to lift herself up. But she was too weak. She flopped back down, and gave way to darkness.
"Her face! Her beautiful face!" Wavegaze cried, her sea-blue eyes full of worry. Snowfall tried to soothe Wavegaze. "My herbs can help her, I know," she said, fluffing out her long, herb-scented fur. "I'm a medicine cat," she whispered. "StarClan save this kit."
"Dear," Oatbirch said disapprovingly. "Snowfall, my dear apprentice, how did this happen?"
"I...I don't know," Snowfall said, downcast. "I... Think she fell off the Highstone. She was laying near it, in a pool of her own blood... That's all I know," she finished. Oatbirch shook his head disappointedly, and lifted the unconscious kit up and carried her into the medicine den.
Once in, he carefully set Sweetkit down and inspected her. He saw a flash of yellow come from inside Sweetkit's wound, and he gently picked out the little flash; it was a fragment of eagle talon. He recognized the misty, cool scent—it was like mountains and high altitudes. "StarClan bless," he whispered, touching his tail to her flank. Her tail-tip faintly twitched, as if to say "thank you". He lifted his tail, and grabbed some comfry—to soothe, and dock, for her scratches, and marigold, to hold back possible infection. Carefully, he took the herbs and placed them on her injured face. Then, he proceeded to put a clump of cobwebs, and he gingerly patted it down. Just to make sure, Oatbirch dabbled some honey around the cobweb seams. After putting on the honey, he opened her mouth and trickled thyme juice in. "You're in StarClan's paws, now..." he whispered, and curled up on the dust beside her.
Dusk came, dawn followed. Oatbirch woke to pale light. He looked down blearily to see his patient, no longer unconscious, but asleep. Worried about infection still, he took off the dressings from yesterday and set them at the entrance to his den. He replaced the cobwebs, herbs, and honey with new ones, and then he covered Sweetkit with a strip of moss. Padding out, he took the bundle of used medicine and dropped it in the dirtplace. He saw Snowfall moping near the fresh-kill pile. He walked up to her, saying, "You can't be in the medicine den for awhile. She needs only one cat's help. But I need your help," he hinted. Snowfall looked up, her eyes sad. "How can I help?" she asked.
"I need you to take away the used herbs I leave at the enterance to my den, and dispose of them. Also, I will need lots of comfry, dock, marigold, and cobwebs. Can you do this for me?" he asked, seriousness in his blue gaze. Snowfall sniffed and said, "I would be pleased to, Oatbirch." she said, hopping up. "I'll go get some more cobwebs and comfry right now," she mewed and padded off.
Sweetkit blinked her eye, opening it gingerly. "What... Happened?" she mewled. "Why is my face wet? Why does my eye hurt? Why can't I see?!" she cried. Oatbirch came running, herbs in his jaws. "You... Uh, kind of got hurt." he said. She faintly hissed. "I KNOW that!" she hissed, her fur spiking up. "Wavegaze!" Oatbirch heard Snowfall call. "Oh, dear. I hope that little Sweetkit here will be alright," he said. "StarClan help save us."
I have been on the forum for three months, and I would like to help.
I am rank of Worldwide Bestseller. I can get on at 2:30 PM PST for the interview. However, I will not be on Mondays, Saturdays, Sundays, or Thursdays.
I hope that you consider my application.
~Kaylee/Catastrofik
Please, do not rage if you are rejected. It is decided on weather you are truly ready to handle sticky situations and make tough decisions. If you rage, it only shows me even more that you're not ready to be one of the staff. If you reply at all to your application(which will be locked within two weeks of decision), you should reply politely and kindly. We do not work hard to be bashed over what we think is best. Thank you for reading this thread.