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Post by Skitty on May 17, 2017 20:45:30 GMT -5
ENTROPY warriors rp Realistic ■ traditional ■ PLOTTED ■ advanced ENTROPY THREAD
INTRODUCTION-Heya, I'm Skitty! Forgive me if this thread comes off as a bit odd; it is because I am new to the unofficial WCRP forums, but I am not new to forum-rp. I am looking for experienced roleplayers to take some of the leader positions as well as assist in plotting & moderation! Now, let's get on with it then. c:
ABOUT ENTROPY - TAGS
FAIRLY ADVANCED: We ask that roleplayers please type a minimum of three sentences per post, and try to use proper grammar / punctuation / etc. REALISTIC: This means we don't accept cats with unnatural attributes or names. No powers, unnatural colors, etc. TRADITIONAL: We feature the four original clans--ThunderClan, ShadowClan, RiverClan, and WindClan--and request that roleplayers do not use fan-clans or tribes in their back-stories. We currently reside in the Lake Territories. We also use a traditional naming system, meaning we disallow fantasy names such as Dragonsoul, or foreign names such as Zebrapaw. PLOTTED: Entropy is a roleplay where events happen quite often, be it battles, border skirmishes, other-creature encounters, extreme weather, and much more!
OUR RULES They may seem a little strict, but I've put them here to prevent chaos and promote realism! <3 1. Remember to follow all of WCRP's rules! 2. Please do not beg the others for high ranks or mates. 3. Please remember to keep all characters realistic! We will not accept unnaturally colored/designed characters into the clans. This includes breeds that would not survive in the wilds such as shpinxes, munchkins, etc. Unrealistic characters must change or they will be asked to leave. 4. We ask that roleplayers please use realistic names. This means names such as Ghostsoul, Griffonkit, Rubberpelt, etc. will not be allowed. Myself and the other leaders reserve the right to ask roleplayers to change their names or leave. In addition, we ask that there only be one of each 'prefix' in the clan at one time, unless there is a kit named after another member of the clan. For example, there may not be two cats with the same name, as well as an Ashpaw and an Ashfur in the same clan. 5. Each cat ages 1 moon every 2 IRL weeks. 6. Please rp on our rp-threads only. Private rp will not count as canon! 7. Please do not powerplay or god-mod. If you are unfamiliar with these terms, a quick google search will give you the definitions. 8. We ask that everyone refrain from starting events of their own. (i.e border skirmish, animal encounter, etc.) These are things that leaders will do, and no worries, they will happen often! c; 9. Characters may break the warrior code, but must be prepared to suffer the consequences of their actions. Leaders reserve the right to exile members of their clans. 10. Since cats cannot be diagnosed with gender dysphoria, we ask that characters please stick to either male or female for the following reasons: a) it is upsetting to those who have gender dysphoria in real life, and as stated, cats cannot be diagnosed with gender dysphoria. However, the clans do not have gender roles or restrictions, so characters may be as feminine or masculine no matter what gender they are! Homosexual / Bisexual characters / couples are also welcome! 11. We allow a maximum of 4 characters, either outsiders or in one clan at a time! (i.e members should not have characters in separate clans.) We require this for plot purposes, as it will inspire mystery thus making the roleplay experience 10x more fun! More will be added as needed! Hopefully these aren't too strict, let me know below if you have any suggestions! <3<3
T E R R I T O R Y M A P
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L E A D E R A U D I T I O N S
REQUIREMENTS
1. Leaders must be willing to enforce the rules above in a kind and respectful manner, and will be responsible for accepting members and asking rule-breakers to leave. 2. Leaders will assist in plotting. 3. Leaders must adhere to the rules above. 4. Leaders must have some understanding of coding and must be willing to use the templates provided. 5. I will be leading ShadowClan, so only apply for ThunderClan, RiverClan, or WindClan.
FORM
Key Alias: what should we call you? Character Name: your character's name. Gender: your character's gender. Desired Clan: ThunderClan, RiverClan, and WindClan are available! Brief Character Appearance: a short description of your character. Brief History of Character: your character's brief backstory. Activity Level(1-10): how active can you be in entropy? Roleplay Sample: a sample of your roleplaying skills!
[b]Alias:[/b] [b]Character Name:[/b] [b]Gender:[/b] [b]Desired Clan:[/b] [b]Brief Character Appearance:[/b] [b]Brief History of Character:[/b] [b]Activity Level:[/b] [b]Roleplay Sample:[/b]
Tysm for reading, hoping to see some applications!! <3<3
~Skitty
sources: www.warriorcats.com , wikipedia
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Post by Feathertalon on May 17, 2017 22:54:25 GMT -5
Alias: Feathz Character Name: Tawnystar Gender: Tomcat Desired Clan: ThunderClan Brief Character Appearance: A light brown spotted tabby tom with one amber eye; half of his face is scarred and his left eye is missing. Terrible scars also riddle his shoulder blades. Brief History of Character: Born to Mudtail and Dustflower in ThunderClan. As an apprentice a patrol Tawnypaw was on ran into a skulk of foxes. The patrol was terribly injured, Tawnypaw included. A warrior lost her life and Tawnypaw almost did as well, but he was lucky enough to keep his life. He wasn't so lucky as he lost half of his face in the attack and had terrible wounds around his shoulders. His apprentice training was delayed, keeping him an apprentice for more than four extra moons. Once he was named as a warrior, Tawnyface worked twice as hard, proving to the Clan that he was just as good as any warrior. He was eventually named deputy when the last one, Squirrelheart, passed away from greencough. A few seasons later the last leader, Finchstar, lost her last life. Tawnyface ascended to leadership and became Tawnystar only three seasons ago. Activity Level: 8/10 Roleplay Sample: Darkfern noticed how Snowstar's eyes were narrowed as he looked at her. The tortoiseshell narrowed her eyes right back. "Very well," she responded curtly, voice guarded for the most part. At least he understood that they were not to ever be on good terms. Soon enough the Clan will be rid of you. Once she had more of a following then she would directly attack Snowstar herself. Perhaps Bird finding the Clan at this time would help Darkfern out in the long run. There would be confusion about what to really do with the Tribe cat, and Darkfern could use that as her advantage.
Following after Nightstream and Ripplepaw, Darkfern kept her eyes on Bird for a while. She even had an odd way of walking, her paws stepping softly over the ground. SoilClan cats walked with solid confidence knowing that something hard was going to be under paw; the way Bird walked made it seem like she was used to something soft under her paws. Her observations were cut short when Nightstream piped up after Ripplepaw had said something.
"I'm sorry, Bird in Shallow Waters, but I really do want to check you over. You may feel fine now, but I want to make sure that doesn't change. Will you allow me to check you?" The tortoiseshell slipped over to stand right beside Bird, her head cocked in question. Nightstream was being polite, but Darkfern couldn't stop herself from speaking up.
"If Bird in Shallow Waters thinks she's fine, maybe you should listen to her. Cats being pressured into seeing the medicine cat typically don't come back even when they need it." Darkfern wasn't trying to be rude to her sister, but Nightstream had to see reason.
Nightstream sighed as she turned to look at her littermate. "I understand, Darkfern, but please let me do my job. I just want to look her over."
Darkfern huffed. She supposed she could allow Nightstream a quick check of Bird if the Tribe cat allowed it. "Fine, but when you're done, she leaves." Darkfern gestured toward Bird with a curt nod. While the tunneler loved her sister, she knew Nightstream could be a little overbearing. She tried treating a lot of cats like kits when they were full grown adults. And a part of Darkfern didn't want Nightstream to somehow rub off her absolute adoration of Snowstar on Bird.
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ɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss
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Post by ℊℓоω on May 18, 2017 22:10:16 GMT -5
I'm applying for Riverclan as well, but I don't mean to step on your toes, Lemon! This just sounds so fun and I haven't done clans in a while! Your coding is so beautiful by the way, Skitty.
Alias: ℊℓоω Character Name: Adderstar Gender: tom Desired Clan: Riverclan Brief Character Appearance: It is rumored (although not proven) that Adderstar's father was a rogue, which would explain why he is not quite like any cat in the clan. For one, he is very large; not particularly muscular, but taller and longer-legged than most cats one would encounter in the forest. His coloring base coloring is closest to a rich reddish brown. Of course there is wide gradient between the ruddy brown of his back and the golden of his chest and muzzle. He is patterned by thick markings somewhere between stripes and spots, and often switching between the two. Adderstar's facial features are characterized by large eyes, a boxy muzzle, and rather over-sized ears. His eyes are a clashing of green and yellow. He is characteristically similar to his clanmates, however, due to his sleek, water-smoothed pelt. The flaw in his appearance is most notably his tail, which was chopped to half its natural length in a terrible fox attack when he was an apprentice. Brief History of Character: Born the only kit to an older queen by the name of Gooseflight, Adderstar (at the time Adderkit) was naturally precocious. He was born in an otherwise barren leafbare. Growing up, he was constantly underfoot not only of his mother but of most of the warriors, queens, and medicine cats in camp. He insisted upon "helping" with all of the everyday tasks and therefore by the time he was grown himself, he had acquired a rather motley set of skills. He also grew large physically. Senior warriors remarked on how he had grown into his lanky limbs, and some speculated that his father must not have been a member of the clan after all for Gooseflight was a smaller cat herself. Either way, it was too late to accuse her of anything, for by the time Adderpaw became Adderheart, his mother was too old and confused to talk about much of anything. She passed away a few months after seeing him named the deputy of Riverclan. All four seasons would pass before he was called upon to be the leader of the clan. Activity Level: 9/10 [ I have my phone with me all the time and I check the forums pretty obsessively. ] Roleplay Sample: [ I don't have anything saved for clan roleplays, so this is from a human perspective. Let me know if you want me to write something specific to clans, though. I just looked for something relatively close ]
Kaine Rosa woke to the sound of the forest. The distant cry of a monkey, followed by the chattering of birds. She batted open her eyes to find it was still dark outside the hut. A tiny bit of the sky was visible through the far window, but the sun was long to rise. Beside her, Sverin, her mate, was in the midst of a deep sleep. His breaths were slow and familiar,fire and for a moment she watched his chest rise and fall. It was dark enough that she could not quite make out the features of his face. She felt the urge to brush away a dark lock of his hair from his forehead and kiss his sleeping lips. But he needed rest. Instead she gently slipped away from his warm body and crept across the floor. On one of the walls hung her white pelt cloak, which she pulled around her chilled shoulders.
There were only two rooms in the hut, both small and simple, meant only for sleeping. The largest belonged to Rosa and her mate, and the adjoining nook belonged to their sleeping son, who was nestled peacefully into a crib that had once been Sverin’s. She walked to him now, pleased to find he was beginning to wake. She bent over her three year-old’s crib and laid a loving hand on his round belly. His eyes took her in innocently, inquisitively in the way only young ones could look at their mothers. His fiery shock of hair was similar to hers, or perhaps a few shades darker. His eyes were her blue. But everything else about their boy was Sverin, from his features to his independence. What he was made her heart full. She knew he would turn into a great man one day.
“Can you sleep more, little firebird?” she breathed. As much as she wanted to pick him up and hold him in her arms, she knew more hours of rest would benefit them both. She felt tempted to cradle her son and take him back to her own bed, but she did not want to disturb Sverin. Besides, she knew better than to coddle him.
Despite the call of her bed, she noticed the forest waking outside their thin wooden walls. There was a clatter of a door shutting across the camp. Someone else was restless it seemed. Perhaps they were off for a morning hunt? Rosa could join them, Kjorn was old enough to be without her for a few hours, but she decided against it. Another day, when she could ask one of the younger girls to look after her son. Others poked fun at her for never wanting to leave her growing child, but she was admittedly protective of him. Ever since his spirit was revealed to be, well, unexpected, she was frightened to be parted from him. No one had ever threatened the Hatcha’s son, it was too dangerous, but she saw the way some of the hunters looked at the boy when they thought she wasn’t looking. She knew they feared him. They feared everything that was outside the ordinary.
She stroked her son’s soft cheek and examined his face. His cheeks were still chubby, but his limbs were growing. One day he would be faster and stronger than her, but for now she would revel in his littleness. He was still sleepy, so she was quiet enough to let him doze off.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on May 18, 2017 22:40:36 GMT -5
Alias: Shard/Cloudy Character Name: Skystar Gender: Female Desired Clan: WindClan Brief Character Appearance: Sleek and slender, Skystar stands a tad smaller than most cats, giving her a petite and delicate appearance. Her ears are slightly too large for her head and her muzzle is narrow. There is a path of black on the bottom of her chin, the tips of her ears, and in a thin stripe down her spine and tail. Skystar's primary coat color is an ashen gray, similar to the color of a stone soaked by heavy rains. Her coat is a tad thicker than most, giving her a somewhat fluffed appearance. Skystar, at first glance, appears to be small and delicate, but the numerous old, white scars that line her flanks speak of a different life. There is a small nick in the top of her right ear, and a line of pink scarred flesh cuts across the surface of her darker colored nose. Her eyes are similar in color to her coat, but have a more blue gleam to them. Brief History of Character: Skystar was born as the smallest kit in a litter of three to her mother, Hailstorm, and her father, Redheart. The other two kits in the littler were male, named Wolfkit and Mudkit. Wolfkit was by far the largest and strongest looking, and, despite being second-born and relatively healthy-looking at first, Mudkit became sickly, and did not survive past his first moon. Skykit and Wolfkit went on to be apprentices together, both training to become warriors. When they became warriors, Skypaw was named Skystorm, and Wolfpaw was named Wolfsong. As a warrior, Skystorm seemed to be hot-headed and quick to leap to the defense of her own personal honor, that of her brother, or that of her clan. She was arrogant and prideful, but her skill and dedication to her clan had her named deputy when she was 16 moons, and upon the leader's death, as was tradition, she was named leader and blessed by StarClan. A short time after her ascension to the position of leaders, Skystar's mother, Hailstorm, was killed in a skirmish on the border. The death of her mother struck Skystar deeply, restraining her reckless nature to an extent as she grieved. Skystar's prideful nature was checked slightly during her time as a deputy and during her early days as leader, but the hot-headed need to defend her clan's honor is still there, and it is somewhat likely that she would jump to conclusions. Activity Level: 9.5/10 Roleplay Sample: [ I also do not have any sample that is in the point of view of a cat, so I utilized something from another RP. If you would like a sample Clan-related let me know ]
In the depths of his dreams, Sverin faced a nightmare. Stretched before him was an endless abyss, an endless stretch of barren land, and no matter how much he ran, nor how fast, he could not close the distance between himself and the crying, wailing form of his son. Sverin pushed himself further, faster, desperate to reach his son, his baby, his legacy, but he could not. In horror he watched as the form of his son seemed to get smaller, but he could still hear the babe's wailing and desperate cries for his father. Kjorn's piercing blue eyes, so like those of his mother, seemed to pierce right through Sverin, accusing him of failure, of letting his son fall to harm, and he couldn't disagree. With a cry of desperation, Sverin's dream-self shifted and leapt into his second form, that of a sleek panther. His speed nearly doubled, but the distance did not shrink. He watched, unable to act, as the ground opened beneath his son and swallowed the boy whole. Sverin roared in disbelief, and the animal cry morphed into a broken human wail of despair and grief as he shifted back and fell to his knees, tangling his fingers in his hair and pulling at the dark strands in a desperate attempt to alleviate the swamping grief. He'd failed; his son had died right before him, just as he'd feared. He cried out again, cursing the world and the gods for taking his son from him.
And then he woke. It was a jarring movement, one where he instantly went from a deep sleep to near-full alertness in the space of a second. Though he did not make a sound, he shot into a sitting position, golden eyes wild and distant. It took him a moment to calm down, breathing in the comforting scents of the world around him - of the forest, of the fire, of his mate. He blinked and scrubbed at his face, desperately trying to chase away the last filaments of the nightmare's clinging web. Though he logically knew his son was well protected, he still worried. If his son's spirit had been something more common, he wouldn't have been so concerned, but when Kjorn shifted for the first time in a flash of fire and brilliance, Sverin had known that his son would be hated and feared. Kjorn was the Hatcha's son, so it was almost impossible for the tribe to harm him, but there were few things more powerful than fear when it really took hold. He exhaled again, shook his head, and stood from the bed he shared with his mate to his full, imposing height, and went to where he knew she'd be. Sure enough, Rosa was knelt over the little basket-like structure that served as Kjorn's crib, cooing to him softly. He approached without a word, peering down into the sky-blue eyes of his son. Kjorn's little hand extended outward, tangling his fingers through his mother's hair gently. He made a grabbing motion with the other, making it clear that he wanted to be held. Sverin hesitated, but said nothing. Though Kjorn was prone to randomly shift into a firebird, especially when he was upset or angry, he was gradually learning not to shift when he was being held.
"He's awake now," the Hatcha murmured with a soft snort of amusement. Toddlers were notorious when it came to their sleeping patterns, and though Kjorn thankfully slept through the night more often than not, he often stirred when he heard his parents move around, or when Rosa or Sverin came in to check on him. Sverin brushed a strand of his mate's fiery hair out of her face and sighed. "You could go hunting today, if you wish," he told her quietly. He knew his mate was stressed, and he knew that hunting was her favorite past time. "Kjorn will be safe here, in the camp." No one would dare harm his son, for the wrath of the Hatcha was not something to tempt. "Caj could accompany you," he suggested. The dragon shifter was a marvelous hunter as well, and would guard his mate well. Besides, Caj was one of his good friends, for he had watched the dragon grow up. The toddler fussed and Sverin scooped him from his mother's arms, lifting him into the air to set the babe on his shoulders. Kjorn's little fingers tangled in his father's hair almost instantly.
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Post by Skitty on May 19, 2017 0:30:53 GMT -5
Wow! So many auditions so soon! Tysm everyone for auditioning!! <3<3 Also, if someone doesn't get chosen for one rank, there's always deputy positions! (: ℊℓоω ty! Although, I must credit Deltra for this beautiful template. ouo
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on May 19, 2017 0:44:51 GMT -5
[ I must agree with glow. The layout is beautiful ]
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Post by Feathertalon on May 19, 2017 7:08:34 GMT -5
Thanks for looking over all the auditions. c: They're all great so far; I'm excited to see where this takes us<3
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on May 19, 2017 7:19:28 GMT -5
I really want to try out for this, but I think Feathz has me beat. xD
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Post by Feathertalon on May 19, 2017 7:23:08 GMT -5
Try out anyway, you never know o:
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Official Queen of Fan Clans
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Official ThunderClan & ElmClan Leader
Easing back in
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on May 19, 2017 7:26:51 GMT -5
True.. Though I wouldn't mind if you were chosen. I always envied how you and Damp could produce so much with quality in a post.
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Post by Feathertalon on May 19, 2017 7:37:18 GMT -5
Aww hey, I'm not that great quq Your posts and overall everything are amazing - you should try out if you really want to
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on May 19, 2017 7:44:02 GMT -5
Alright.. ;3; Er, good luck, I guess?
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Post by Feathertalon on May 19, 2017 7:55:40 GMT -5
Good luck ;D
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Official Queen of Fan Clans
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ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁
Official ThunderClan & ElmClan Leader
Easing back in
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on May 19, 2017 9:00:18 GMT -5
Alias: Rain Character Name: Bramblestar Gender: Tom Desired Clan: ThunderClan Brief Character Appearance: Bramblestar is a large, muscular dark ginger tabby tom. He has thick, long fur and leaf green eyes. Brief History of Character: Bramblestar had lived a normal life until the day of the Great Fire came. He and his family were happy together, enjoying the time they had spent. He was especially close with his sister, but that day changed him from being easy and carefree to determined and brave. The fire had started from the lack of rain and a brewing storm striking a bolt of lightning onto a parched tree. It had spread rapidly and engulfed a decent chunk of land. The smoke easily suffocated many and the days after were horrid with the lack of prey. Bramblestar, like everyone else, had lost someone. Though for him, he lost his sister to the smoke within the first few hours. When starvation settled in, his mother had gone to join StarClan. Since his loss, he grew more serious and paid greater attention to his duties, eventually becoming an ideal choice for deputy and later, leader. Activity Level: 8-9/10 (I recently took a break due to personal matters.) Roleplay Sample: Brambleheart had earned his name early due to his efforts in rebuilding the Clan after the Great Fire. It still crippled the Clan, as they showed up to the last two Gatherings with ribs showing through their pelts. It seemed this one would follow suit once more. The other Clans often complained about the noise of rumbling bellies and jested at ThunderClan warriors due to their lack of prey. Frustration built up within the young ginger warrior, as the lack of food was barely their fault. He would often think of a jab at the other Clans, but was constantly beaten to the punch by younger cats of his Clan. With this, he observed a quick tongue-lashing from the senior warriors, demanding respect and silence. However, he knew they were actually disguising their pleas for peace. ThunderClan could not afford to be attacked, as one decent attack from either ShadowClan or WindClan and they would be wiped out.
As the RiverClan leader reported about a dog in their territory, Brambleheart felt distracted by the breeze in the trees and the birds in the sky. He was deeply troubled by how his Clan had been fairing. Hickoryflame, ThunderClan's deputy, had been coughing more and more recently. His activity was limited and their medicine cat constantly cared for him. It was obvious that he was having complications from the smoke. Talonstar was no help to either cause. He would ask about his deputy with a nonchalant tone and direct patrols with such little care. He seemed bored of his position and Brambleheart began to hate him for it. Talonstar was a cat Brambleheart once looked up to, until that horrid catastrophe. "Lazy flea-brain!" Brambleheart thought. He felt his claws slide out when he remembered how Talonstar appeared to not give a damn about his Clanmates. His lips almost formed into a snarl when he felt the nudge of a warrior beside him. He averted his eyes from the tree the leaders stood on and glanced at the warrior. She looked concerned and quickly told him that Talonstar was about to speak.
Adjusting himself, he looked forward and sheathed his claws. Talonstar gave the usual report, that ThunderClan was still recovering well from the fire. The other Clans murmured around Brambleheart, like they had before. Hickoryflame began to break out into a cough, which forced Talonstar to end his report short. While he felt for Hickoryflame, the ginger tabby also felt a tingle of satisfaction that his leader looked embarrassed. Fortunately, the ShadowClan leader decided to give a short report, out of respect for the ThunderClan deputy, and the Gathering ended. Brambleheart padded up to Hickoryflame, offering to fetch some moss soaked with water. His offer was met with grateful eyes. As he walked away to complete the small task, Brambleheart had spotted a few WindClan warriors huddled around their leader and deputy. They were whispering about something accompanied with gazes towards the warriors of ThunderClan. While he didn't know what they were discussing, it certainly put Brambleheart on edge.
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Post by dou on May 19, 2017 9:06:36 GMT -5
Alias: dou Character Name: sagestar Gender: male Desired Clan: river Brief Character Appearance: Being a tall and lanky tom, Sagestar's appearance isn't quite something to look at. His fur is thick and curly, causing mats to form if he spends too much time leading instead of cleaning. His fur is a smokey Grey tone, with a few patches of rusty orange thrown in there. His paws are large, a few extra toes on the front two. They match his ears, which are more like bat's than a cat. They're full of nicks from sparring and battled of the past. His eyes are a thick lemon shape, matching the color of a bright yellow. His tail is nubbed, born into the world like that. Brief History of Character: Sagestar-then Sagekit - was born into RiverClan. Not knowing who his father was, he never had a fathed-figure, other than a welcoming tom known as Briarfoot. Sagekit's mother was Spottedhare, a gorgeous blue-gray she-cat with long fur and bright yellow eyes. As Sagekit grew into Sagepaw, he lost his mother to the lake; being pulled under in the cold winter air. He was trained under Mossfur, a she-cat whom was impatient and almost always angry. She never showed compassion if he got something wrong. He was given his Warrior name as Sagehiss, due to his sharp tongue and witty comebacks. He fought for his Clan and never gave up. He trained an apprentice; Reedpaw- and helped him through his training. Sagehiss became deputy, and soon leader due to the loss of Heatherstar. Activity Level: 9/10 Roleplay Sample: [ i don't have any cat roleplays on me atm, but I have a human roleplay that's about the same length ]
The days were going by faster. Time was ticking, and there was absolutely nowhere to go. Stuck in a small room with a few other people, living in their own filth and hunger. What a life to live. To put an image into your head, the room was small. it held four different hallways, each leading to a different room. each room had a bathroom, a bunk bed, and two dressers, one for each person. There was very limited space to do anything, so most people stayed in the middle room, where there were couches, books, pencils, paper. The people kept in the "Waiting Room" were given food at exactly 9:00, then once more at 21:00. If you're not awake during those hours, you go without. The rules were strict, along with the times. between 11:00 and 16:30 you had access to a music station, or a gym. you were forced to work out for at least an hour before you were allowed to do anything else, so you didn't get weak. There were water fountains in every room.
Narrowing in on one male in particular, David Brady. Everyone called him "Bruiser" due to the amount of physical fights he's gotten into with the scientists. David was in the gym, lifting weights and gaining as muscle as he possibly could. He had headphones in his ears, music blasting into them. The headphones were plugged into a small iPod, filled with all of his favorite music. The tall male stared at himself in the mirror, his green eyes squinted in anger. He hated it there. He wanted to get out as soon as he could. Letting out quiet grunts, David lifted the weight. Sweat trickled down his entire body, his form showing through a heather grey muscle shirt and shorts. He wore blue and green sneakers and white socks. The tall man let out a loud sigh before setting the weight down with a soft thud. He took out his earbuds before walking out of the gym, wiping away his sweat with his arm.
Entering the middle room, David ran his fingers through his curly hair, letting out a small sigh. He turned and headed down the hall to his own room. Setting his things down on the dresser, David crawled up to the top bunk, huffing quietly before laying down, his hands behind his head and his legs crossed. The tall male shared a room with Damian Moody; a blond shorty compared to David.
"'Ey, Bruiser!" The familiar, loud voice of Damian filled the tall man's ears. He huffed loudly before sitting up, looking at the shorter boy. He was only 16. David felt bad for the kid. "Your girlfriend is out there somewhere! Might wanna go find her!"
The tall male let out a loud sigh, rolling his green eyes before letting his deep Australian accent roll off his tongue. "Sorry, kid. But she ain't my girlfriend, yet," he joked, though his face stayed completely still. "Look, kid. Get some rest. You're working out in thirty," he ordered before walking out of the room and closing the door behind him. David walked down the hall and towards the middle room. That's when he settled down on the couch, crossing his legs and closing his deep green eyes. No Damian to mess with him, no nobody that would get in the way of his rest. The only person the male wouldn't mind was his best friend.
Adrienna Burke.
She was really one of the only people he got along with in the lab. The two were brought in on the same day, and had been friends really ever sense.
David sighed, letting his leg bounce in anticipation. He hadn't been tested on yet. The worry raced through his head. Will it be my turn next? Who is going to get taken out first?
The words echoed in the room. Over the speakers, a familiar voice sounded. And they were calling off a name. "Damian Moody, meet us in the Plantette. Damian Moody, for testing."
David cringed, his eyes opening as he watched the younger boy exit the room. His face was drained of all color and he looked like he was going to be sick.
"Keep your chin up and be as defiant as possible," David called after the blond. He didn't acknowledge. David's blood ran cold. Damian was always a pain, and now he just looked... Broken. That brought chills to the tall olive-toned man.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on May 19, 2017 12:53:41 GMT -5
So excited for this <3
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Post by Feathertalon on May 19, 2017 15:48:13 GMT -5
Ahhhh excitement<3
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Post by Feathertalon on May 19, 2017 17:37:55 GMT -5
Awwww<33 My little Polish rooster likes to sleep when I hold him c:
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Post by Feathertalon on May 19, 2017 17:58:12 GMT -5
Awwww<3
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Post by Billystorm on May 19, 2017 18:22:50 GMT -5
Alias: Billystorm Character Name: Sixclaw. Gender: Male Desired Clan: Thunderclan Desired Position: Elder. Age: 93 moons. Brief Character Appearance: Pale gray tom with six claws on each paw. Brief History of Character: He didn't have much of an interesting life, unless you count constantly trying to steal fresh-kill from other clans as interesting. But that's for later. Anyways, his brother, Stempaw, died from a yellowcough epidemic back when Sixclaw was an apprentice. His mother, Patchwhisker, was... odd. She randomly had bursts of coughing, switched from being kind to rude to annoying to normal in a heartbeat, and once leaped to the bottom of the camp from a nearby tree screaming, "FOR THE TREE-BRIDGE!" This resulted in her demise. Some medicine cats now acknowledge "Patchcough" as a thing, even though it isn't. His father, Dirtstripe, is unimportant, besides the fact that he is dead. I have no idea what kind of mother (besides Rainflower) would name their kit Dirtkit, and I'm not sure if I want to know. Personality: Interesting, to say the least. He constantly tries to sneak out of camp to try and hunt in the other clans' territories. He is grumpy when not speaking to kits, apprentices, or the clan leader. When he is speaking to kits, apprentices, or the clan leader, he tries to be as polite as possible. Keywords being "tries" and "possible". Activity Level: 6-8. Roleplay Sample: Sixclaw was sick and tired, for more than the fact that he was an elder. It was the fact that a guard had been posted outside the elder's den to make sure he didn't attempt to take fresh-kill from other clans again. Back in his day, there weren't borders! Well, that was a lie, but it was also a good story to tell kits, apprentices, and anyone who caught him sneaking out of camp.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on May 19, 2017 21:06:46 GMT -5
Same xD
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on May 19, 2017 23:57:54 GMT -5
*lurks*
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2017 4:48:57 GMT -5
hello! i may try out for a clan but my coding skills are terrible so probably not o: however, id love to join one when they're completed!
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