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Post by Jinx on Dec 11, 2013 17:51:39 GMT -5
Updated since January 29th!
I've added a couple more characters for ya'll, and rather than filling out the long form I made up, just give me a roleplay sample with the character you want. Anyway, I'll stop chatting away and introduce you to the new characters.
Cloudwhisker: Fleetwind's sister. Short-furred white she-cat with amber eyes. Blank slate.
Sunstrike: Fleetwind's brother. Sandy yellow tabby tom with green eyes. Blank slate.
Hailfang: Fleetwind's brother. Grey tom with white flecks and pale blue eyes. Blank slate.
Rabbitkit: Fleetwind's daughter. Tiny, pale grey she-cat with green eyes. Blank slate.
Stormkit: Fleetwind's son. Grey tom with white flecks and dark blue eyes. Blank slate.
Gingerkit: Fleetwind's daughter. Dark, ginger tabby she-cat with white left hind paw and yellow-green eyes. Blank slate.
Sandkit: Fleetwind's daughter. Sandy yellow she-cat with hazel brown eyes. Blank slate.
Firekit: Fleetwind's son. Dark, ginger tabby tom with hazel brown eyes. Blank slate.
Redheart: Fleetwind's mate. Dark, ginger tabby tom with amber eyes. Blank slate.
Darkeye: Darkeye is Icefall's mother. She's one of those loyal, perfect warriors. She's strong, brave, and protective. She's had a lot of tough things in the past--her mate running away, loosing her friends, going blind in one eye. She has a lot to deal with. I'll be a little loose with her personality, since it's pretty basic at the moment. She'll definitely need some major flaws to balance out her character.
Shadeheart: Icefall's brother, and the rudest cat around. His closest relationship is with Darkeye and Icefall himself. Even then, they don't share many kind words. Everyone else is just his worst enemy. Basically, Shadeheart is so much more selfless than he seems. He's rude to everyone so no one will love him. If he dies, no one will care. He puts on a totally different personality, snapping whenever someone tries to speak with him. He could actually be quite nice, but he won't let himself. And, because he's been this way for so long, he's starting to forget who he is.
Stormpelt: Icefall's maternal grandmother. She's like the head of the house, the old lady everyone listens to. But she doesn't resemble an old lady, aside from her gray fur. She's strong and healthy, and you could hardly tell she has grandchildren. She's protective of her family, and loves every one of them, despite their odd characteristics. She's fought many battles, and would lay her life down for the Clan.
Goldenblaze: Icefall's maternal grandfather. Like Stormpelt, you would never guess he has grandchildren. Powerful, commanding, brave. His fears are few, and he laughs when most cats cower. He's huge, towering over everyone, with muscles packed beneath his golden fur. He has a deep voice and kind words, different compared to others in his family.
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Post by Mini on Dec 13, 2013 15:54:33 GMT -5
Wow, these characters look really interesting! I had heard time choosing, so I think I'll apply for two. If I'm not allowed, you can ignore Cherrypaw's application.
Character wanted. Rosepaw
This character is about to go into battle. Describe the scene and how they feel. Cats hurried back and forth, calling out to each other, shouting instructions. Queens and elders wished their family and friends good luck, sharing their final good-byes. The sounds of fighting filled the air. The warriors were eager to go into battle, and they practised with each other until the call rose for them to come to order. Near the back of the group, Rosepaw trembled slightly, her whiskers twitching. This would be her first battle without Icefall. He was always there to protect her, but this time, he was sick and couldn't come. Rosepaw was eager to fight for her Clan, but nervous at the same time. Her mentor had trained her well over the past few days. She was learning how to listen for her enemies, to hear their pawsteps and track their position. She hadn't been afraid when Icefall was there, but things were different today. "ShadowClan!" Rosepaw winced at the loud voice, turning her head in its direction, pale violet eyes staring blankly. "Its time! Its been long enough. WindClan has stolen are prey for too long without punishment. Time to give them what they deserve!" A caterwaul rose from the gather cats. Rosepaw felt the adrenaline rushing through her, and joined in with her own battle-hungry call. She could hear the sounds of pawsteps rushing around her, surging towards the camp entrance. She followed them, all her fear slipping away. She would fight for her Clan, with her life if she had to.
This character is on a hunting party. Describe the scene and how they feel. Rosepaw pricked her ears, flicking them back and forth to keep track of her Clanmates. Three had come with her, one apprentice and two warriors. She preferred the small group to a larger one, first because they could travel without making much sound, and second because she didn't have to keep track of so many cats. These three were easy to distinguish due to their different weights and pawsteps. The apprentice was light of weight, and had to walk quickly to keep up. One warrior had a limp, making his pawsteps uneven. The other had a steady, rhythmic stride, leading the patrol through the forest. Rosepaw parted her jaws, taking in the smell of the forest around her. A fox had been here, but the bitter-tasting air was stale, which meant it must have been at least a day ago. Rabbit scent crossed their path, slightly more fresh. She could here a mouse scuffling in the ground to her left, and something moved in the bushes a few feet ahead. Her blank eyes stared directly in front of her. She used all her energy to focus on hearing, smell, and feel. Life swirled around her in a chaotic yet simple pattern, hearts beating in time. A few of them would stop in the next few hours. The warrior at the front called for them to separate, and Rosepaw immediately ducked into the brush to her left. She felt determined to catch that mouse.
This character has wandered over the border and is encountered by an enemy patrol. Describe the scene and how they feel. It was an accident. She hadn't meant for it to happen. She had felt the squirrel's bush tail against her nose, snagged its coarse fur between her tiny claws, almost tasted the warm blood on her tongue. But without warning, a new scent had hit her full in the face. A thin, watery mist that smelled of dead, rotting fish. Rosepaw had reeled back in shock, letting the squirrel escape. Well, she could easily fix this. All she had to do was retrace her steps. She turned around, and made her back the way she'd come. But the familiar scent of home wasn't wreathing around her like it should've been. The rancid smell of fish grew stronger with each step she took. Rosepaw stopped, and frowned. Maybe she went the wrong way. Turning again, she heading in a new direction, jaws parted silently. And then, thump. She ran head-first into something firm and sleek. Frowning, she batted at it with a petite ginger paw. "Don't touch me, frog-breath." Rosepaw gasped as the cruel voice echoed in her ears. She felt warm breath against her head, and heard a snarl. "What are you doing in RiverClan territory? You shouldn't be here, you filthy rat. Why don't you run home?" This was a new voice, a female's. Rosepaw winced, and took a step back. "I-I'm lost." she stammered, head bowed in a sign of submission. "Hear that? Lost!" Malicious laughter exploded around her, bouncing around the inside of her skull. "I'm sorry." she murmured. "It was an accident." "Like we care." the female's voice spat at her. "We'll let you go because you're a scrawny little kit. If we catch you here again, make no mistake: you'll be crowfood." "But I-I don't know which way to go." Rosepaw's eyes widened, desperately hoping they would at least tell her how to get home. "That way, you flea-bitten pest." Rosepaw felt her heart plummet to her toes. They were pointing in some direction, but she had no idea which one. Letting them know she was blind would make her seem weak, but what else could she do? They'd already bullied her enough. There wasn't much more they could say. "I can't see." she said softly. A sound of exasperation came from the first cat who'd spoken. She felt a harsh paw on her side, pushing her tiny body to the right. "Walk straight, and you'll get there soon enough. Don't let us catch you here again."
Anything else? Nope
Character wanted. Cherrypaw
This character is about to go into battle. Describe the scene and how they feel. The pale ginger fur on the back of Cherrypaw's spine prickled with excitement. Emerald green eyes wide, she flexed her thin, translucent claws. Her tail twitched anxiously behind her, and she kept jerking her head back and forth, watching her Clanmates. Every sound seemed to be louder and more urgent, everything felt like it was rushed. Adrenaline coursed through the young apprentice, and her heart beat hard against her rib cage, threatening to break loose. The prospect of battle always brought a fire into Cherrypaw's eyes, a light like no other. As the battle patrol began filing out of camp, the excitement in the air was thick enough to slice. Cherrypaw could practically feel bolts of electricity zipping between herself and her Clanmates. She craved the feeling of enemy's fur beneath her claws, of warm blood seeping between her needle-sharp teeth. Cherrypaw followed her Clanmates into ThunderClan's territory, using all her energy to stop herself from bouncing around like a kit. Her father would not approve of her thirst for blood, but he would never know, would he? Her vicious fighting he thought to be skill, not bloodlust. Well, he believed a lie, and she was determined to keep the truth.
This character is on a hunting party. Describe the scene and how they feel. Cherrypaw crouched in a thick clump of ferns, the lush plant choking her vision. Two of her Clanmates were elsewhere, lowered into the same position: hackles raised, tail sticking straight out and hovering slightly above the ground, belly fur brushing the earth beneath them. The cat licked her lips, eyes intent on her prey: a fat, feathery pigeon. Cherrypaw loved hunting, although it did not bring as much joy as fighting. The blood was different. Prey blood tasted weak and thin, while her enemy's blood was rich and metallic. When ThunderClan wasn't at war, she satisfied her lust with hunting. It benefited not only her, but the Clan as well. And of course, it was always appreciated by her father. He tried to keep the Clan at peace as often as possible, so battle, unfortunately, was a rare thing. Cherrypaw peeled back her lips and snarled softly. Then, realizing she had startled her prey, leapt into the air as the bird made its escape. She hooked a claw on its wing, bringing it back to earth with a sicken smack. She heard a bone crack, and was certain the creature was dead. Surprisingly, it twitched beneath her grip, holding on to what little life it had. The she-cat flexed her claws, digging their pointy tips into her prey's belly. Blood welled up beneath her paw, and the pigeon went limp.
This character has wandered over the border and is encountered by an enemy patrol. Describe the scene and how they feel. Okay, so maybe this wasn't a good idea. But Cherrypaw's curiosity nagged at the back of her mind, forcing her to move. Sharp stones jabbed at her paw pads, a few pebbles coming loose as she crouched at the edge of the black, solid river. It stretched across the territory, far too straight to be natural. This was a twoleg-made thing. And across from it, pine trees rose from the ground, casting shadows over the already-dark Thunderpath. The stench wafted around Cherrypaw, causing her to flatten her ears in disgust. But she had to see what it was like, on the other side. The she-cat glance around, and then her pale ginger paws flew across the black river. It burned her paws, spurring her on faster. Heart in her throat, she made one final leap, and landed hard on the wet grass. Her fur stood on end, but she forced it flat. Now, time for some exploring. "Well, aren't you a brave girl?" a voice snickered from behind a clump of thorns. Cherrypaw swung her head to the right, and spotted a pair of icy blue eyes staring at her from between the branches. A thin, black-and-white cat appeared, claws glinting in what little sunlight there was. Two more appeared behind him: a powerful-looking brown tabby, and a sleek, black she-cat. The black-and-white tom, the one at the front, sat and began licking between his thin claws. "What brings you to ShadowClan territory? Wait, let me guess. You were chasing a mouse and didn't notice the clear as day pavement." Cherrypaw didn't miss the scorn in his voice, or the glint in his icy eyes. "Actually, no." she smiled sweetly. "I came to see if the rumours were true. Does ShadowClan really feed on snake scales and frog guts?" She saw his eyes flash again, and smiled with pleasure. "Is it true that ThunderClan takes in kittypets as Clanmates?" he retorted. Cherrypaw shrugged, like she could care less. "All the same to me. They fight like real warriors. Oh, but you wouldn't know that. ShadowClan is made up of a few sickly weasels, isn't it?" A hiss escaped the tom, and he set his paw down, taking a step toward her. Cherrypaw held her ground, returning his cold stare with defiance. "You better get a move on, kittypet. Daddy won't like it when he finds out where you've been." Cherrypaw flicked her tail cheerfully and grinned. "But he doesn't know, does he? He's clueless as a dead pigeon. Now if you'll excuse me, I really have to be getting home." With that, she turned on her heel and stalked away, head and tail held high. She half-heard the tom yelling some rude remark, but she blocked out the sound. Daddy wouldn't find out. He'd believe her above anyone else.
Anything else? Nothin'.
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Post by Jinx on Dec 14, 2013 10:03:23 GMT -5
I love the character you made for Cherrypaw! I think I'll give her to you right off the hat, but I'm going to wait on Rosepaw and see how many applications I get for her.
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Post by Mini on Dec 14, 2013 10:27:13 GMT -5
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Post by Jinx on Dec 17, 2013 13:53:19 GMT -5
hey mini, i think i'm going to go ahead and give you rosepaw. i'm not getting a lot of applications, and i want to get this site up and running with a decent amount of characters.
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Post by Scribbles on Dec 18, 2013 9:46:53 GMT -5
character wanted. foxclaw
this character is about to go into battle. describe the scene and how they feel. foxclaw's fur bristled as the prospect of battle loomed before him. he felt a shiver run down his spine, and his whiskers twitched anxiously. he wasn't afraid. no, he was excited. battle was one of the few things that could break foxclaw's cold demeanour and let his emotions shine through. his excitement crackled in the air like electricity, causing his hackles to rise. he could almost feel his enemy's fur beneath his claws, and the metallic tang of their blood soaking his tongue. he could almost hear the yowls of triumph and pain, and the energy of his clanmates rushing around him. these were the things he longed for. foxclaw's off-white ears perked as his name was called. he locked eyes with his leader, and nodded his thanks. he would be joining the battle patrol, along with shadestrike, icefall, stormpelt and blackfoot--some of shadowclan's strongest warriors. other names were rambled off, but foxclaw hardly noticed. he was far too eager to get going, to stalk through enemy territory, unseen and undetected, and then to lash put in surprise, teeth and claws flashing. his leader gave the signal to move, and he jumped to his paws. time to go! he fell in line between icefall and stormpelt, and filed through the camp entrance. as he stepped out into the night air, the cold wind smacking him in the face, a fresh wave of excitement washed over him. he forced himself to keep pace with the other cats, and to not bound ahead. he focused on the feel of pine needles beneath his paws, trying to calm himself. he needed to have his emotions under control by the time he launched into battle.
this character is on a hunting party. describe the scene and how they feel. foxclaw parted his jaws, tasting the air. the strong smell of shadowclan was the first thing that hit the roof of his mouth, followed by the familiar scents of goldenblaze, stormpelt, icefall and rosepaw. bit of a family reunion, right? he flattened his ears, and reached out with his senses, past the overpowering smells of home. here, he could taste the chilly air around him, and pick up the warm scent of blood. preyblood. he perked his pale-colored ears, and flicked his tail at stormpelt's shoulder, indicating to his mother that he was leaving. the massive gray tabby nodded, and foxclaw slunk away into the trees. behind a patch of nettles, he spotted his prey. a brown-furred wood mouse, nosing a few autumn leaves together to form a nest. licking his lips, foxclaw instinctively dropped into a haunting crouch. keeping his weight on his haunches, he stalked forward, tail held slightly above the ground. when he was a mere tail-length away, the mouse heard him, and made its escape. or at least, it tried. foxclaw scampered after it, paws reaching for the tiny creature. he snagged its soft fur between his claws, and triumphantly tossed it into the air. he stepped forward and caught it in his jaws, biting hard to break its spine. warm blood flowed through his mouth, and he grinned. one down.
this character has wandered over the border and is encountered by an enemy patrol. describe the scene and how they feel. foxclaw's paws pounded against the bed of pine needles, carrying him through the forest at high speed. dead leaves flew up in his wake, and he pushed harder, propelling himself forward. no one entered shadowclan territory without paying for it. foxclaw parted his jaws, and aimed to clamp them down on the windclan cat's tail. the feline yanked it away just in time, and glanced fearfully over her shoulder. foxclaw urged himself onward, and suddenly, he felt his paws thumping against the hot, sticky thunderpath. determined not to give up, he snapped once more at the intruder's tail, and this time latched on. she screeched in pain, and stumbled down the gravel-covered slope, towards the moorland. foxclaw held on tight, flexing his claws so he could rake them down her exposed belly. she yowled angrily and swiped at his face, opening a shallow wound on his ginger nose. foxclaw let go and hissed furiously. the two broke apart, panting. without warning, something huge hit foxclaw in the side. he stumbled, and felt warm blood trickle down his flank. swinging his head around, he spotted a huge, brown tabby tom. choosing to ignore this new threat, foxclaw rounded on the she-cat. "if i ever see you in shadowclan territory again, i'll rip you to shreds, you miserable piece of foxdung." again, the massive weight slammed into his shoulder, opening another wound. "and if i see you put a claw near one of our warriors, you'll be crowfood." the tom growled menacingly. glancing back and forth, foxclaw realized he was outnumbered. he could easily fight of the she-cat, although the tom might be a little harder. but the two together? no way! "don't let me catch you on the wrong side of the thunderpath again." he spat, turned on his heel, and stalked away.
anything else? nothing.
character wanted. brackentwist
this character is about to go into battle. describe the scene and how they feel. brackentwist shuffled her paws warily as warriors milled around her. the battle patrol had been announced, and everyone was making final preparations. tawnystep and otterpaw could be seen close to their den, preparing for casualties, while hawkstar spoke in hushed tones with the senior warriors. brackentwist's eyes lingered on her former mate for a minute longer. her yellowish eyes clouded slightly as she watched him. she missed his protection during battle, the warmth of his huge body against her side. they used to fight back to back in battle, but brackentwist's place was taken by a flaming orange she-cat. she wasn't afraid to admit that she was jealous. shaking her head, brackentwist turned when she heard flowerpaw meowing softly. smiling, she licked her daughter between the ears, and nodded in an encouraging way. this would be flowerpaw'a first battle. hawkstar called the patrol to order, and brackentwist turned to face him. she stood close to her daughter, allowing their pelts to brush ever so slightly. she couldn't think about hawkstar right now. she had a clan to protect.
this character is on a hunting party. describe the scene and how they feel. hidden among lush green ferns, a small, brown tabby cat lay hidden. she rested in a hunting crouch, her tail curled around her side. her round, yellow eyes stared intently at a young squirrel. brackentwist's mind whirled inside of her. flamespirit had insisted that the two go hunting together, but thus far, they weren't getting along. brackentwist wouldn't be surprised if the she-cat had scared of all the prey from here to windclan with her yelling. she'd only mentioned hawkstar, and flamespirit had gotten defensive. brackentwist lashed her tail, wishing their was someway to get rid of her anger. a sudden scuffling alerted, and she watched in dismay as the squirrel disappeared between the thick pines. she hissed aloud, and scuffed the ground with a paw. her clan needed that food, and thoughts of hawkstar were getting in the way. she had to forget him and move on.
this character has wandered over the border and is encountered by an enemy patrol. describe the scene and how they feel. brackentwist crouched over the river, staring intently at the shiny, silver bodies flashing beneath it. her yellow eyes darted back and forth, following the fish as they rushed downstream. she stood on a flat, smooth gray stone near the center of the river, slick with the water that washed over it. her body remained completely still, the only movement coming from her whiskers, which twitched anxiously. suddenly, she lashed out a paw. icy cold water hit her fur, and slippery scales connected with her claws. she flung the writhing creature out of the water, and caught with her jaws. she bit down hard, and put an end to its wriggling. sighing with relief, brackentwist set the fish down at her paws, and resumed her position. she jerked her head upwards, however, when a twig snapped nearby. standing on the bank were three sleek, healthy riverclan warriors. brackentwist took a step back, and nearly stumbled into the raging torrent beneath her. "that fish doesn't belong to you." it was the she-cat at the front of the patrol who spoke. she had a smooth, gray-blue pelt, and bright amber eyes that narrowed in brackentwist's direction. she spoke with a high, scornful voice, and a hiss edged her tone. "but i'm not in your territory." brackentwist protested, and stood almost protectively over her piece of freshkill. she bared her teeth and let her fur stand up, although she knew she was outnumbered. "last time i checked, the river belonged to riverclan." spat the younger tom to the she-cat's left. he had brown tabby fur and an ugly scar running from his ear to his cheek. "that prey is rightfully ours." brackentwist bit back a sigh, and glanced down at the freshkill. her mouth watered at the sight, but she knew the fight was already lost. well, she wasn't going to let them have it, either. "have it your way." she shrugged, and shoved the fish into the water. the she-cat growled in outrage, and began making her way across the stepping stones to the one where brackentwist stood. not wanting to fight, brackentwist turned on her heel and hopped back to the safety of thunderclan. she disappeared among the trees, the riverclanner's yowls growing fainter and fainter with each step she took.
anything else? nothing.
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Post by Jinx on Dec 18, 2013 11:32:48 GMT -5
excellant application, scribbles. they're all yours!
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Post by Froggie on Dec 30, 2013 17:03:53 GMT -5
Character wanted.
Mousewhisker
This character is about to go into battle. Describe the scene and how they feel.
Mousewhisker sat near the edge of the battle patrol, calmly licking a paw. Her sandy brown fur was flattened against her side, small ears erect and alert. She was the picture of relaxed. Inside, though, her mind was buzzing with excitement. Didn't every warrior long for the thrill of battle? The feeling of your Clanmates, fighting at your side, protecting those you love? Some feared battle, some hated it, some loved it, and some were just blood-thirsty. Mousewhisker was in the 'loving it' section. The she-cat felt her fur prickle as her brother, Hawkstar, called the patrol to order. She put down her paw, and dug her thin, pale white claws into the ground. Hawkstar gave the order, and the ThunderClanners rushed into the night.
This character is on a hunting party. Describe the scene and how they feel.
Now, for most cats, hunting was a chore, something that should be done quickly and easily. Most cats wanted to get the job done, so they could eat. Mousewhisker, on the other hand, enjoyed a challenge. She often chose the squirrel high in a tree, the bird in flight, the rabbit on the run. Yes, she liked it when her prey was hard to catch. It made the game fair. Now, Mousewhisker reminded herself exactly why she did this, as she stood precariously on a thin, wobbling branch, a good dozen fox-lengths in the air. She clenched her teeth as the branch buckled beneath her, and dug her claws into the soft bark. Her prey was cornered, caught in its own home. She could see its beady black eyes, blinking with the knowledge that it was about to die. Now, if only she could get it out of that hole. Mousewhisker took a step forward, and she heard an ominous creak. Another step, and the branch buckled under her weight again. She gasped, and crouched. Don't look down. Three more steps, and with an air of glee, she thrust her paw into the hole and yanked out a fat, young squirrel. It wriggled in her grasp for a moment, before she bent and snapped its thin neck between her teeth. Now all she had to do was figure out how to get down.
This character has wandered over the border and is encountered by an enemy patrol. Describe the scene and how they feel.
In all honesty, it was an accident. Well, it had started as an accident, but it was turning into a mission of exploration. Mousewhisker hadn't realized she was getting off the wrong side of the river. She'd been in the middle of it only a few moments ago, fishing, before she'd decided to head home. Somehow, she'd ended up in RiverClan territory. And after that, she had just wandered farther and farther. Now, Mousewhisker crouched in a patch of reeds, grimacing as mud seeped between her toes. Her pale green eyes stared intently at the cats on the other side of the reeds. RiverClanners—five of them. Two apprentices, three warriors. If they caught her, she'd be in trouble. One of the apprentices, a silver-gray she-cat, lifted her nose into the air. "Frogleap? I smell ThunderClan." A chocolate brown tom parted his jaws to taste the air. His eyes flashed, and looked directly at Mousewhisker. She didn't hesitate. Rather than showing herself, Mousewhisker turned and ran. No one knew it was her, no one could mock her for it. She ran all the way back to the river and leaped across the stones. She hopped onto the other side, ducked behind a patch of brambles, and turned to watch. The five RiverClanners broke through the reeds, silent and swift compared to her thundering footsteps. The one called Frogleap scanned the area, but didn't seem to spot her. "Whoever it was, they're gone now." he dipped his head to the young she-cat who had first spoken. "That was excellent scenting, Streampaw. I'll be sure to report this to your mentor."
Anything else?
Nothing.
Character wanted.
Blackfoot
This character is about to go into battle. Describe the scene and how they feel.
Moonlight shone on a large, flat rock, glinting on the silver stone. Brambles lined either side of the plateau. Behind the branches, dozens of eyes stared into the darkness, flashing with longing, anger, and excitement. In the center of the stone platform, the deputies of ShadowClan and WindClan spoke in hushed tones. Among the cats hidden in the brambles, Blackfoot shifted nervously from paw to paw. He strained his ears, but couldn't pick up on what Shadestrike was saying. This was useless. The two were trying to reach some sort of agreement, but judging by the way their fur bristled, things weren't going so well. Suddenly, a loud, piercing yowl broke the silence. "ShadowClan, attack!" Without thinking, Blackfoot broke from his hiding place, claws unsheathed, scraping across the stone. A wave of WindClanners came to meet them. Thin bodies outlined in the darkness, teeth and claws flashing. Blackfoot launched himself into battle.
This character is on a hunting party. Describe the scene and how they feel.
Blackfoot crouched in a patch of ferns, his yellow eyes intent on a brown-furred vole about a fox-length away. His tail stuck out stiffly behind him, and rocked back and forth on his haunches, a habit of his when he was nervous. Actually, he was almost always nervous these days. A stinging pain came from his shoulder, and he hissed, remembering the fresh wound he'd received in battle. The vole must have heard him, because when Blackfoot looked up, it was gone. The black-and-white warrior stood up, and scuffed the ground angrily with a paw. "Foxdung." he murmured, and kicked a pebble out of his way as he headed back to camp empty-pawed.
This character has wandered over the border and is encountered by an enemy patrol. Describe the scene and how they feel.
Where were brothers and sisters when you needed them? Only a moment ago, Blackfoot had been out with the three of them on a hunting patrol. Somehow, they had all ended up together, and miraculously, no one had been hurt...yet. But now, Blackfoot had the feeling he would be the first to get hurt. He was surrounded by by four WindClan warriors, thin felines with a half-starved look in their eyes, or maybe it was his imagination. Blackfoot cowered under their glares, his whiskers quivering, fur fluffed up so he looked twice his. His siblings had made a hasty retreat, but he'd been caught. Obviously, they weren't coming back for him. "Now get lost, you little rat." hissed the leader of the patrol, a brown tabby with an ugly scar down the side of his face. "Y-Yes sir." Blackfoot said shakily, and nodded his head. He turned on his heel, and ran. That was the last time he went on a patrol with those snakes he called family.
Anything else?
Nothing.
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Post by Jinx on Dec 30, 2013 17:46:30 GMT -5
Both accepted. And welcome to Warrior Novel!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2013 19:26:14 GMT -5
Character wanted. Flamespirit
This character is about to go into battle. Describe the scene and how they feel.
Ba dump. Ba dump. The start of a battle always got her heart pumping. There was no other way to prove your loyalty to your clan than to fight for it. Paw by paw Flamespirit ran, crashing into the sides of her enemy. A black furred tom with anger growing in his eyes. Flamespirit raked her claws against his flank as he bit into her leg. She wasn't gonna today or tomarrow because of blood loss or wounds. She will survive.
This character is on a hunting party. Describe the scene and how they feel.
Cruunch. Crunch. Leaves crunch under the softest pressure of her paws. A rustling is picked up by the prick of an ear then a flash of white is shown. A mouse. And it was a goner, for as soon as Flamespirit saw that mouse, she sprinted as though her life depended on it, and she pounced on the mouse. It started to squirm, to get free,but when she took the final and killing bite, it was too late. Victory was hers.
This character has wandered over the border and is encountered by an enemy patrol. Describe the scene and how they feel.
Uh-oh... this shouldn't have happened... She thought, I was just chasing a squirrel when it ran over here. I don't need to prove my loyalty to this clan. I just need to prove it to my clan. Flamespirit had decided to go back when she heard the footsteps of a patrol. She walked faster, looking ahead then.... she tripped. A big thud sounded throughout the forest, and soon the rustling became louder. "Hey! What are you doing in Riverclan territory?" A sleek brown-furred tom hissed. "I wasn't doing anything wrong. I was just chasing a squirrel and it went over the markers." She retorted. A lovely gray queen came from behind the tom and mewed, "Likely story. Where's this squirrel now?" "It got away." Flamespirit hisses, reconigzing both cats from Gatherings. "Thunderclanners aren't smart after all." The brown tom hissed, and with that, Flamespirit lunged at the tom, clawed him, and sped off, not giving them a chance to follow.
Anything else? This is will be my first character on the site if I get her, but not the first one I roleplayed. Also, what is her pelt color and do I have to make a seperate application for her?
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Post by Jinx on Dec 30, 2013 21:13:46 GMT -5
Welcome to Warrior Novel, Lily! Flamespirit is all yours. to answer your questions, she is a bright red tabby with amber eyes, and no, you don't have to make an application, but you can if you want.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2013 12:50:05 GMT -5
Thank you! So I can just start rping her?
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Post by Jinx on Dec 31, 2013 13:01:01 GMT -5
Go right ahead!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2013 13:13:52 GMT -5
Thank you ^~^
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2013 17:02:22 GMT -5
Character wanted. Snowbird
This character is about to go into battle. Describe the scene and how they feel.
Cats everywhere, fighting. Blood is splattered across the floor. Why is fighting needed? To prove who was the most mighty? That isn't important. Snowbird slashed a nearby tom, uncertain if that was a Tom from her clan or the enemy's clan. Why were the fighting again? The Tom, bigger and stronger than her, slammed against he, causing her to land on her back and expose her soft belly. She tried to get onto her feet, but the tom raked her belly with his hind legs. Blood pumping in her head, she pushed him off, weakened by struggle. She retreated, not able to injure another cat nor bear the pain of her own.
This character is on a hunting party. Describe the scene and how they feel.
Leaves fly everywhere as Snowbird sprinted through the forest. The tall pines hung overhead, and by now, the ground had started to turn marshy. Frogs ribbit, lizards squirm, and mice scamper. Starclan had allowed the pine forest to be rich in prey today, for the last couple of days had been hard. Little prey and little water. However, today had shown that nothing bad had happened yesterday. She looked at the cats around here, they had already one piece of fresh-kill in their jaws while Snowbird still didn't have one. Then, a flash of green whizzes by, but this delicate she-cat was not going to let it go this time. She ran, chasing after the object, and pounced, taking a final bite to the neck to end it all. Snowbird held her frog up, triumphantly prodding over to the patrol, ready to go home.
This character has wandered over the border and is encountered by an enemy patrol. Describe the scene and how they feel.
Step by step, Snowbird walks deeper into Thunderclan territory. A dare from her brothers is the result of this. "Hey! What are you doing here Snowbird?" A bright red tabby mewed. "Flamespirit? I was just brought over here as a dare..." She murmured." Well, you shouldn't be here. Leave now before Hawkstar finds you." Flamespirit hissed. "W-why are you letting me go?" Snowbird whispered. "'Cause I remember what you did for me. Now leave!" And with that, Flamespirit disappeared just like she appeared. I better leave now... She thinks, padding back over to her own territory.
Anything else? Solo?
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