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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Jul 3, 2017 13:44:36 GMT -5
No more asexual cats for now, please!This is the joining page for ClawClan, a military-style Warriors AU RP. Before joining, please read through as much of the lore as you can and all of the rules. It is necessary that you understand what this roleplay is about before joining it. We also have a very strict activity policy, so if you're currently busy with school/work/sports/whatever, then please wait until your schedule clears up enough to safely meet our requirements before joining. Please, don't join, get started, and then leave right after because you can't handle the activity requirements. It's an annoyance and will make us more hesitant to accept you if you decide to re-join. Only join if you're willing to make the commitment. Also, because this is a serious RP, we expect you to act mature, both in and out of character. Don't join this expecting to have a happy-go-lucky time. This RP is meant to be fun, but it is also meant to have serious undertones to every aspect of it. And yes, you will need to take a literacy test. No, it isn't that hard. I've given 20+ of them, and so far only one person has failed. If you do happen to fail, you'll be given another try in a week if you want it. Joining Page RulesI. All forum rules apply, of course. II. No role-playing or OOC chat. This page is strictly for character forms and literacy tests. III. Please check to make sure the character name you want is available, and that there are no current restrictions on types of characters eligible for approval. Nothing irritates me more than when people fail to read. All notes on character restrictions, if there are any, will be in bold at the top of this page. IV. Do not tell us that you posted a joining form on the main page. Just like this topic or another one of Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ' posts, and I will get to it. Also, please don't excessively like my posts, tag me, quote me, or message me about your form. Give me 48 hours to get to it before you start messaging me. V. Unrealistic names, appearances, and personalities will be rejected. Cats don't have pink fur and red eyes. They don't know what galaxies or diamonds are. In addition, none of that piercing/jewelry crap that seems to be a thing these days. VI. As stated elsewhere, you MUST join with an apprentice if you are a new member. Returning members, check with Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ. Joining Form: SN (please tag yourself): Cat Name (must start as apprentice): Cat Age (six moons for toms, nine for shes): Cat Gender (please stick to just tom/she-cat): Cat Sexuality (please keep it simple; no tri-gendered demiromantic pansexual trans etc., not because we're against it, but because it's too complicated for this kind of roleplay): Cat Personality: Cat Appearance: Fatal Flaw: Other:
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Post by SweetComet on Jul 3, 2017 20:17:26 GMT -5
Havent joined a forum rp in a while o3o (in so so long actually)
SN (please tag yourself): SweetComet
Cat Name (must start as apprentice): Hailpaw
Cat Age (six moons for toms, nine for shes): 7 Moons
Cat Gender (please stick to just tom/she-cat): Tom
Cat Sexuality: Straight
Cat Personality: Arrogant young tom, he’s quite good at fighting and overpowering his enemies. He’s a bit of a narcissist but has good-intentions. He’s very dedicated to following orders and loyal to Clawclan. The only one he may put above the clan itself is his friends and fellow troops.
Cat Appearance: Large fluffy stone-grey tom with stormy blue eyes. Black tipped tail and lighter underfur. Quite large for his age, he has a few notches in his left ear.
Fatal Flaw: Despite being good at fighting, he is awful at strategy and typically runs in headfirst. While he is a narcissist, on the inside he is less confident in his abilities. When confronted with that, his temper flares violently.
Other: Wants to one day become General and join the First Respondent Company.
SN (please tag yourself): SweetComet
Cat Name (must start as apprentice): Littlepaw
Cat Age (six moons for toms, nine for shes): 6 moons
Cat Gender (please stick to just tom/she-cat): Tom
Cat Sexuality: Uncertain.
Cat Personality: Very shy and meek, he is very easy for bullying and being picked on. Tends to keep to himself and try and keep out of the way. He’s good at motivating others however. Awful at fighting, too shy/meek to stand up to anyone, and clumsy. He’s not very good at really anything, but he tries.
Cat Appearance: Small brown tabby with soft amber eyes and a pink nose. Has extra toes on both front paws, and his back feet are both white.
Fatal Flaw: Crumples under pressure and panics easily in battles. Looks down on himself often and easily gives up.
Other: Hopes to join Feather Company.
SN (please tag yourself): SweetComet
Cat Name (must start as apprentice): Honeypaw
Cat Age (six moons for toms, nine for shes): 10 Moons
Cat Gender (please stick to just tom/she-cat): She-cat
Cat Sexuality: Straight
Cat Personality: Very confident and fiery, she stands up for those who can’t stand up for themselves. She hates bullies and dislikes taking orders, though she has gotten better about listening to her commanders. Enjoys giving motivational speeches and likes to try and take charge even if she isn’t the most experienced for the job.
Cat Appearance: Golden-reddish long fur with tufted ears. Creamy-white muzzle, tailtip and splotch on chest.
Fatal Flaw: Excessively vain and proud, she thinks she can do most things better than anyone else.
Other: Doesn’t get along well with Hailpaw, tends to get into conflicts with them a lot due to both of their confident-natures. Is determined to join Leopard Company
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Jul 3, 2017 20:27:16 GMT -5
Havent joined a forum rp in a while o3o (in so so long actually) SN (please tag yourself): SweetComet Cat Name (must start as apprentice): Hailpaw Cat Age (six moons for toms, nine for shes): 7 Moons Cat Gender (please stick to just tom/she-cat): Tom Cat Sexuality: Straight Cat Personality: Arrogant young tom, he’s quite good at fighting and overpowering his enemies. He’s a bit of a narcissist but has good-intentions. He’s very dedicated to following orders and loyal to Clawclan. The only one he may put above the clan itself is his friends and fellow troops. Cat Appearance: Large fluffy stone-grey tom with stormy blue eyes. Black tipped tail and lighter underfur. Quite large for his age, he has a few notches in his left ear. Fatal Flaw: Despite being good at fighting, he is awful at strategy and typically runs in headfirst. While he is a narcissist, on the inside he is less confident in his abilities. When confronted with that, his temper flares violently. Other: Wants to one day become General and join the First Respondent Company. SN (please tag yourself): SweetComet Cat Name (must start as apprentice): Littlepaw Cat Age (six moons for toms, nine for shes): 6 moons Cat Gender (please stick to just tom/she-cat): Tom Cat Sexuality: Uncertain. Cat Personality: Very shy and meek, he is very easy for bullying and being picked on. Tends to keep to himself and try and keep out of the way. He’s good at motivating others however. Awful at fighting, too shy/meek to stand up to anyone, and clumsy. He’s not very good at really anything, but he tries. Cat Appearance: Small brown tabby with soft amber eyes and a pink nose. Has extra toes on both front paws, and his back feet are both white. Fatal Flaw: Crumples under pressure and panics easily in battles. Looks down on himself often and easily gives up. Other: Hopes to join Feather Company. SN (please tag yourself): SweetComet Cat Name (must start as apprentice): Honeypaw Cat Age (six moons for toms, nine for shes): 10 Moons Cat Gender (please stick to just tom/she-cat): She-cat Cat Sexuality: Straight Cat Personality: Very confident and fiery, she stands up for those who can’t stand up for themselves. She hates bullies and dislikes taking orders, though she has gotten better about listening to her commanders. Enjoys giving motivational speeches and likes to try and take charge even if she isn’t the most experienced for the job. Cat Appearance: Golden-reddish long fur with tufted ears. Creamy-white muzzle, tailtip and splotch on chest. Fatal Flaw: Excessively vain and proud, she thinks she can do most things better than anyone else. Other: Doesn’t get along well with Hailpaw, tends to get into conflicts with them a lot due to both of their confident-natures. Is determined to join Leopard Company Accepted! I'm glad you picked this one for your comeback to roleplaying ^.^ When you're ready for your test, let me know. |
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"Can you move your seat up?" "No."
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Post by Wolfdusk on Jul 3, 2017 20:28:25 GMT -5
SN: WolfduskCat Name: Sparrowpaw Cat Age: 9 moons Cat Gender: She-Cat Cat Sexuality: Bisexual Cat Personality: Sparrowpaw is very enthusiastic and passionate about serving in the army. She hopes to be the best and is very ambitious, making her determined to win. She's hard-working and is willing to take any challenge on without complaint, even if it means doing something extremely difficult, but at the same time she is sensible enough to not do anything too reckless. Sparrowpaw is a bit quiet and is quite reserved, making her unlikely to share her feelings and thoughts with others unless she finds them to be trustworthy cats. This makes it somewhat difficult for her to form bonds with others, but when she does she will be completely loyal to them in the end, and if you break that trust, don't expect her to be forgiving at all. Cat Appearance: Sparrowpaw is a russet-colored tabby she-cat with darker russet stripes and white markings. She has emerald green eyes. Fatal Flaw: Because of her drive to succeed, Sparrowpaw often sets the bar too high for herself, meaning that whenever she cannot live up to her expectations of herself, she feels discouraged and begins to doubt herself. Other: N/A. I'm excited to rp here again c: I'm planning on making more characters soon. ^^ |
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Post by SweetComet on Jul 3, 2017 20:31:20 GMT -5
Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ Im ready to go whenever you are!
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Jul 3, 2017 20:43:15 GMT -5
Alright. Remember that this is supposed to be a test on your greatest ability as a roleplayer. We want to see what you are capable of, to determine whether or not you have the maturity as a writer to take part in ClawClan. We aren't going to expect posts of the length and detail you are about to write all the time in the real RP, but we expect something of the same quality. The test rules are simple: 1. You may not have any help writing your response. We want your writing, not someone else's. 2. You will automatically fail if you do not address the prompt. 3. Your response must be at least eight sentences long, but we are looking for longer. Take as much time as you need, remember to check your spelling and grammar, and good luck! Your prompt: A soldier has been stationed as a guard at a home camp, well beyond the realm of fighting. But shortly after the battle, a messenger has just brought the soldier terrible news - her only brother was killed at the front lines. Roleplay this she-cat's reaction to this news. |
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Jul 3, 2017 20:46:10 GMT -5
SN: WolfduskCat Name: Sparrowpaw Cat Age: 9 moons Cat Gender: She-Cat Cat Sexuality: Bisexual Cat Personality: Sparrowpaw is very enthusiastic and passionate about serving in the army. She hopes to be the best and is very ambitious, making her determined to win. She's hard-working and is willing to take any challenge on without complaint, even if it means doing something extremely difficult, but at the same time she is sensible enough to not do anything too reckless. Sparrowpaw is a bit quiet and is quite reserved, making her unlikely to share her feelings and thoughts with others unless she finds them to be trustworthy cats. This makes it somewhat difficult for her to form bonds with others, but when she does she will be completely loyal to them in the end, and if you break that trust, don't expect her to be forgiving at all. Cat Appearance: Sparrowpaw is a russet-colored tabby she-cat with darker russet stripes and white markings. She has emerald green eyes. Fatal Flaw: Because of her drive to succeed, Sparrowpaw often sets the bar too high for herself, meaning that whenever she cannot live up to her expectations of herself, she feels discouraged and begins to doubt herself. Other: N/A. I'm excited to rp here again c: I'm planning on making more characters soon. ^^ Accepted! Because I was kind of vague about this before, I'll clarify on the adult thing in case you're curious. Since you're a ClawClan Original, you can join the re-boot with adult cats if you'd like. They must be privates, but they can be assigned to any of the Land Division's Companies. I will select the squads and units they belong to. I'd prefer the CCOs to make more privates than cadets, since you guys know how things work around here, but it's up to you. |
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Post by Wolfdusk on Jul 3, 2017 20:50:27 GMT -5
SN: Wolfdusk Cat Name: Sparrowpaw Cat Age: 9 moons Cat Gender: She-Cat Cat Sexuality: Bisexual Cat Personality: Sparrowpaw is very enthusiastic and passionate about serving in the army. She hopes to be the best and is very ambitious, making her determined to win. She's hard-working and is willing to take any challenge on without complaint, even if it means doing something extremely difficult, but at the same time she is sensible enough to not do anything too reckless. Sparrowpaw is a bit quiet and is quite reserved, making her unlikely to share her feelings and thoughts with others unless she finds them to be trustworthy cats. This makes it somewhat difficult for her to form bonds with others, but when she does she will be completely loyal to them in the end, and if you break that trust, don't expect her to be forgiving at all. Cat Appearance: Sparrowpaw is a russet-colored tabby she-cat with darker russet stripes and white markings. She has emerald green eyes. Fatal Flaw: Because of her drive to succeed, Sparrowpaw often sets the bar too high for herself, meaning that whenever she cannot live up to her expectations of herself, she feels discouraged and begins to doubt herself. Other: N/A. I'm excited to rp here again c: I'm planning on making more characters soon. ^^ Accepted! Because I was kind of vague about this before, I'll clarify on the adult thing in case you're curious. Since you're a ClawClan Original, you can join the re-boot with adult cats if you'd like. They must be privates, but they can be assigned to any of the Land Division's Companies. I will select the squads and units they belong to. I'd prefer the CCOs to make more privates than cadets, since you guys know how things work around here, but it's up to you. Alright, noted! Thanks! |
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Post by SweetComet on Jul 3, 2017 21:36:37 GMT -5
Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ oooook hmmm. Ill give it a shot. ---------------------------------------------------- Hollywing dipped her head towards Sunstrike as she took his position as guard. The patrol route she had to handle was a short one, covering only the north to west corner of the camp. Nothing like the patrol on the other side of camp, from the northern entrance down to the south point of camp which took almost 4 cats to cover all of. Her patrol didn't take long to cover from Point A to Point B, though she'd be on the shift until dusk. Repeating the same stretch of border was boring, but relaxing at the same time. Sometimes she wondered what it'd be like on the front lines, in the chaos of war, and was relieved to be stationed farther away. Though she was sure one day she would reach that point, she decided to take the break and peace for granted while she could. The silver tabby trotted along the boundary line, heading towards the northern gate. The main entrance to camp had two guards on most days, only increasing during the night shift since if an attack did happen night times would be more likely. She half-hoped that maybe Aspenflight or Yewtail were on duty, they were pretty likable. Jokesters by nature, they'd kick up the entertainment for the night at least. The wind rustled the grass as Hollywing got close to the guard position, as she glanced over some of the dens nearby and nodded her head towards other cat she passed. The she-cat paused as she spotted one of her commanders coming by, but simply dipped her head respectfully and continued to walk forward. "Hollywing, halt!" A voice called behind her, and the she-cat quickly drew up short and turned to face her commander. Thunderstrike was a broad-shouldered golden tom with bright eyes, and he immediately drew respect and attention from any cat around. "Yes, sir?" Hollywing responded respectfully, staring him in the eyes. "Leapingcloud, take over for Hollywing's patrol please." Thunderstrike rumbled, nodding to the silver-white tom who smiled at Hollywing before resuming the patrol for her. Once he had walked a respectful distance away, Thunderstrike focused pitying eyes on the she-cat who gave a nervous glance in return. "We've just recieved word from the Thunder Company. The battle at Fleet Hills has ended with victory but... I'm sorry to tell you this, your brother was killed in the battle." The she-cat felt like her whole vision narrowed and zoomed in on her commander's face. "I.. I, thank you for.. telling me sir." She said slowly, though the words sounded distant to her own ears. "May I request personal time, sir?" He dipped his head in acknowledgment. "Ofcourse Hollywing. Take some time, I've taken you off of rotation until after tomorrow." She nodded her head, "Thank you sir." Hollywing waited until the commander had departed before making her way to her own nest. Everything passed by in a daze, before she made it to her nest and collapsed into it. The she-cat sniffed, feeling her eyes water. Her ears fell back against her head, and she wrapped her tail around herself for comfort. Her brother was gone. She felt lost in memory, thinking about times with her brother as a kit, and even together in training as cadets. It had been a proud moment when he had gotten accepted into the Thunder Company, and while they both knew what could happen... She had just never thought it would. Hollywing choked back tears, a whimper in her throat as she ducked her head in mourning and thought on old times. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- (i think i overdid it sorry its long)
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Jul 3, 2017 21:50:59 GMT -5
Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ oooook hmmm. Ill give it a shot. ---------------------------------------------------- Hollywing dipped her head towards Sunstrike as she took his position as guard. The patrol route she had to handle was a short one, covering only the north to west corner of the camp. Nothing like the patrol on the other side of camp, from the northern entrance down to the south point of camp which took almost 4 cats to cover all of. Her patrol didn't take long to cover from Point A to Point B, though she'd be on the shift until dusk. Repeating the same stretch of border was boring, but relaxing at the same time. Sometimes she wondered what it'd be like on the front lines, in the chaos of war, and was relieved to be stationed farther away. Though she was sure one day she would reach that point, she decided to take the break and peace for granted while she could. The silver tabby trotted along the boundary line, heading towards the northern gate. The main entrance to camp had two guards on most days, only increasing during the night shift since if an attack did happen night times would be more likely. She half-hoped that maybe Aspenflight or Yewtail were on duty, they were pretty likable. Jokesters by nature, they'd kick up the entertainment for the night at least. The wind rustled the grass as Hollywing got close to the guard position, as she glanced over some of the dens nearby and nodded her head towards other cat she passed. The she-cat paused as she spotted one of her commanders coming by, but simply dipped her head respectfully and continued to walk forward. "Hollywing, halt!" A voice called behind her, and the she-cat quickly drew up short and turned to face her commander. Thunderstrike was a broad-shouldered golden tom with bright eyes, and he immediately drew respect and attention from any cat around. "Yes, sir?" Hollywing responded respectfully, staring him in the eyes. "Leapingcloud, take over for Hollywing's patrol please." Thunderstrike rumbled, nodding to the silver-white tom who smiled at Hollywing before resuming the patrol for her. Once he had walked a respectful distance away, Thunderstrike focused pitying eyes on the she-cat who gave a nervous glance in return. "We've just recieved word from the Thunder Company. The battle at Fleet Hills has ended with victory but... I'm sorry to tell you this, your brother was killed in the battle." The she-cat felt like her whole vision narrowed and zoomed in on her commander's face. "I.. I, thank you for.. telling me sir." She said slowly, though the words sounded distant to her own ears. "May I request personal time, sir?" He dipped his head in acknowledgment. "Ofcourse Hollywing. Take some time, I've taken you off of rotation until after tomorrow." She nodded her head, "Thank you sir." Hollywing waited until the commander had departed before making her way to her own nest. Everything passed by in a daze, before she made it to her nest and collapsed into it. The she-cat sniffed, feeling her eyes water. Her ears fell back against her head, and she wrapped her tail around herself for comfort. Her brother was gone. She felt lost in memory, thinking about times with her brother as a kit, and even together in training as cadets. It had been a proud moment when he had gotten accepted into the Thunder Company, and while they both knew what could happen... She had just never thought it would. Hollywing choked back tears, a whimper in her throat as she ducked her head in mourning and thought on old times. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- (i think i overdid it sorry its long) That was great! The length was perfect; I've had much longer submitted. This is the typical length of most people's replies, actually. You passed; you can meet me over on the main page when you're ready. |
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Jul 4, 2017 9:28:19 GMT -5
I'll be joining with a few of my old cats, and a new one as well.
I would bring back my Sergeant character, but of course, with your permission. If not, that's perfectly okay.SN: Mᴏᴏɴ - -
Cat Name: Lightningpaw (Lightningstrike)
Cat Age: 6 moons
Cat Gender: Male
Cat Sexuality: Heterosexual / Asexual
Cat Personality: Lightningpaw is... quite a spitfire. A rough-and-tumble cat of his Clan, this hot-blooded tom has a quick temper that is rather extreme. He tends to speak his mind a lot - in a loud, rude tone, that is; even when he doesn't realize it. When he is play-fighting or training, he might go a bit too far and accidentally end up scratching a cat. But the thing is, he can't exactly help it; he is violent by nature and the "claws sheathed" rule sometimes goes in one ear and comes out the other for him. Despite his extroverted nature, he is a huge determinator, and is always trying to boost his Clan's morale. No matter how much pain he's in, no matter how injured he is, he will push on until he's won. He can actually be a very friendly and open cat to talk to, but it is quite easy to get onto Light's bad side. And if you make it there, I'm sure he would let you know. Unfortunately, he wouldn't be the smarter person and just let a grudge go; he would go right up to his offender and challenge them. No, Lightningpaw isn't the most merciful or the smartest cat. But overall, he is a powerhouse who can be a good companion to fight alongside.
Cat Appearance: Physically strong for a young apprentice, Lightningpaw has a small yet muscular build. His velvety skin is covered in an off-white, slashed with chocolate brown stripes all over. One stripe that runs down his right shoulder looks very similar to a lightning bolt, hence his name. The most notable of all of his features are his angry eyes. They are sharp, fierce, and burning with a crackling, yellow-orange fire. He has medium-length fur that sticks out pretty much everywhere, notably at his tail, stomach, and chest. Two tiny nicks have tainted his right ear.
Fatal Flaw: Lightningpaw is quick to do certain things, having a "act now, question later" attitude. He's a brash cat who is easily angered, which can make it hard for him to concentrate. He seems to be suffering from slight IED, which is the cause of his persona.
Other: He wants to be a drill sergeant one day, and a proud member of Stronghold Company.
SN: Mᴏᴏɴ - -
Cat Name: Snakepaw (Snakeclaw)
Cat Age: 9 moons
Cat Gender: Female
Cat Sexuality: Heterosexual / Asexual
Cat Personality: Thinking of making friends with this girl? Well, think again. Snakepaw is blunt, distant, and gives off an overall negative vibe. It takes a lot of hard work to become a true 'friend', and even more to become more than that. For now, brutal honesty is her best friend forever. You're hurt from her words, so what? She doesn't care. If a cat is thin-skinned and sensitive to criticism or insults, she'll tell them to toughen up, because the world "has no place for cry babies", she says. This tomboyish girl has absolutely no qualms about hurting others feelings, not that she intends to. Sometimes. Aside from being absolutely rude, Snakepaw is a stoic one. Her expressionless gaze is enough to let anyone know she's not playing around. She's a no-nonsense kind of cat, and does not think training is a game. She loves hard work, and pushes herself to the limit if she has to. Being made of iron from inside and out, Snakepaw looks down on her weaker peers, thinking that they should be left to fend for themselves if they can't bite the bullet when it comes to war. She has a bit of an ego, and feels as if she deserves utmost importance. She prefers to isolate herself, staring around at nature or the people around her, as if she's actually interested in them. She will talk with others, but her vocabulary usually consists of sharp remarks and blunt insults.
Cat Appearance: Snakepaw is an pureblooded Oriental. Don’t be fooled by the svelte, tubular physique she sports; this cat has a surprising weight and hard muscle tone, being neither frail nor fragile. Her fine-lined fur is pure black all over, with only the tips of her large ears being gray. Set neatly on her triangular face, Snakepaw's chilling and vitriolic eyes taper at the ends, sharp and defined like the perfect almond shape. They are colored a dull green. One of her notable features are her long claws. It is never great to be on the receiving end of them, as they are sharp like razor and can cut effortlessly.
Fatal Flaw: She's not a favorable cat to be around, with her straightforward, curt attitude.
Other: Snakepaw has no memory of her biological parents; she was originally born as a Shadow Leaguer. She did eventually end up escaping, and was found and raised by a young queen in the ClawClan district. She has vague memories of her Fatherland, but hates harboring them.
SN: Mᴏᴏɴ - -
Cat Name: Moonleaf
Cat Age: 16 moons
Cat Gender: Female
Cat Sexuality: Heterosexual
Cat Personality: Her 'leaf' suffix would say otherwise, but Moonleaf is not a medic. She is an independent and tough servicewoman with a confident attitude. At first sight of her rather pretty appearance, some label her as "queenly" or "dainty". But once you get to know this her, you'll see she's far from being either. Moonleaf is actually a bit tomboyish with a positive and adventurous personality. She's daring and bold, ready for any challenge, and never backs down from any, either. If it's especially necessary or appropriate, she isn't afraid to speak her mind to those older or wiser than she. But she knows the difference between voicing her opinions and disrespectfully challenging her superiors. She is skilled at climbing trees, and will often do so on her break time, just to take a look at the scenery of the bases below.
Cat Appearance: Moonleaf may seem small for a soldier, but she has strong muscles underneath her pelt, the results of months and months of strict training. Her fine-haired pelt begins with a silvery-blue color. A darker, navy-color is manifested in the form of mackerel tabby stripes, which are slashed over her forehead, cheekbones, back, legs, and her feather-like tail. Accents of a dark pink nose, alabaster fangs, and long, thorn-sharp claws complete her looks.
Fatal Flaw: She's not scared of fighting in particular, but seeing a great number of fallen cats makes her very anxious and jittery.
Other: She trained with Redstorm in Camp Fire, and is now a member of FRC, U1 Squad #1.
SN: Mᴏᴏɴ - -
Cat Name: Redstorm
Cat Age: 13 moons
Cat Gender: Male Cat Sexuality: Heterosexual
Cat Personality: Redstorm is a quiet but shrewd young boy with a gentle demeanor. He is a quick learner, and obeys his higher-ups and veterans at all times. He tries his best to be stern and serious like the other servicemen, but it always seems forced, as he usually gives off a calm, kind air all the time. He can come across as being "too serious", as he doesn't smile as often nowadays, but when he is genuinely having a good time, he'll let you know with one of those rare grins. He feels like he is obliged to treat absolutely everyone around him with with respect, and tends to gush polite vocabulary at whomever he is around, no matter their rank.
Cat Appearance: Redstorm is a large and muscular tom, with an average height and build; earned through training that definitely got his former tiny, shy, and frail self into proper shape. His large eyes are set on a pronounced slant on his head that is topped with high-set ears that display his alertness and inquisitive nature. A unique feature that distinguishes him from others is that his back legs are slightly longer than his front, giving them a more thewy appearance. His pelt is made up of red fur, with darker tabby stripes racing throughout his body. His eyes are a vivid evergreen, and had a former sparkle in them, like gems in sunlight. But the spark has darkened a bit, leaving his oculars serious and a bit dull.
Fatal Flaw: He tends to hesitate a lot, which can cause him to miss certain things; oncoming battle strikes especially.
Other: He trained with Moonleaf in Camp Fire, and is now a member of Stronghold, U1 Squad #1.
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Jul 4, 2017 11:14:49 GMT -5
I'll be joining with a few of my old cats, and a new one as well.
I would bring back my Sergeant character, but of course, with your permission. If not, that's perfectly okay.SN: Mᴏᴏɴ - -
Cat Name: Lightningpaw (Lightningstrike)
Cat Age: 6 moons
Cat Gender: Male
Cat Sexuality: Heterosexual / Asexual
Cat Personality: Lightningpaw is... quite a spitfire. A rough-and-tumble cat of his Clan, this hot-blooded tom has a quick temper that is rather extreme. He tends to speak his mind a lot - in a loud, rude tone, that is; even when he doesn't realize it. When he is play-fighting or training, he might go a bit too far and accidentally end up scratching a cat. But the thing is, he can't exactly help it; he is violent by nature and the "claws sheathed" rule sometimes goes in one ear and comes out the other for him. Despite his extroverted nature, he is a huge determinator, and is always trying to boost his Clan's morale. No matter how much pain he's in, no matter how injured he is, he will push on until he's won. He can actually be a very friendly and open cat to talk to, but it is quite easy to get onto Light's bad side. And if you make it there, I'm sure he would let you know. Unfortunately, he wouldn't be the smarter person and just let a grudge go; he would go right up to his offender and challenge them. No, Lightningpaw isn't the most merciful or the smartest cat. But overall, he is a powerhouse who can be a good companion to fight alongside.
Cat Appearance: Physically strong for a young apprentice, Lightningpaw has a small yet muscular build. His velvety skin is covered in an off-white, slashed with chocolate brown stripes all over. One stripe that runs down his right shoulder looks very similar to a lightning bolt, hence his name. The most notable of all of his features are his angry eyes. They are sharp, fierce, and burning with a crackling, yellow-orange fire. He has medium-length fur that sticks out pretty much everywhere, notably at his tail, stomach, and chest. Two tiny nicks have tainted his right ear.
Fatal Flaw: Lightningpaw is quick to do certain things, having a "act now, question later" attitude. He's a brash cat who is easily angered, which can make it hard for him to concentrate. He seems to be suffering from slight IED, which is the cause of his persona.
Other: He wants to be a drill sergeant one day, and a proud member of Stronghold Company.
SN: Mᴏᴏɴ - -
Cat Name: Snakepaw (Snakeclaw)
Cat Age: 9 moons
Cat Gender: Female
Cat Sexuality: Heterosexual / Asexual
Cat Personality: Thinking of making friends with this girl? Well, think again. Snakepaw is blunt, distant, and gives off an overall negative vibe. It takes a lot of hard work to become a true 'friend', and even more to become more than that. For now, brutal honesty is her best friend forever. You're hurt from her words, so what? She doesn't care. If a cat is thin-skinned and sensitive to criticism or insults, she'll tell them to toughen up, because the world "has no place for cry babies", she says. This tomboyish girl has absolutely no qualms about hurting others feelings, not that she intends to. Sometimes. Aside from being absolutely rude, Snakepaw is a stoic one. Her expressionless gaze is enough to let anyone know she's not playing around. She's a no-nonsense kind of cat, and does not think training is a game. She loves hard work, and pushes herself to the limit if she has to. Being made of iron from inside and out, Snakepaw looks down on her weaker peers, thinking that they should be left to fend for themselves if they can't bite the bullet when it comes to war. She has a bit of an ego, and feels as if she deserves utmost importance. She prefers to isolate herself, staring around at nature or the people around her, as if she's actually interested in them. She will talk with others, but her vocabulary usually consists of sharp remarks and blunt insults.
Cat Appearance: Snakepaw is an pureblooded Oriental. Don’t be fooled by the svelte, tubular physique she sports; this cat has a surprising weight and hard muscle tone, being neither frail nor fragile. Her fine-lined fur is pure black all over, with only the tips of her large ears being gray. Set neatly on her triangular face, Snakepaw's chilling and vitriolic eyes taper at the ends, sharp and defined like the perfect almond shape. They are colored a dull green. One of her notable features are her long claws. It is never great to be on the receiving end of them, as they are sharp like razor and can cut effortlessly.
Fatal Flaw: She's not a favorable cat to be around, with her straightforward, curt attitude.
Other: Snakepaw has no memory of her biological parents; she was originally born as a Shadow Leaguer. She did eventually end up escaping, and was found and raised by a young queen in the ClawClan district. She has vague memories of her Fatherland, but hates harboring them.
SN: Mᴏᴏɴ - -
Cat Name: Moonleaf
Cat Age: 16 moons
Cat Gender: Female
Cat Sexuality: Heterosexual
Cat Personality: Her 'leaf' suffix would say otherwise, but Moonleaf is not a medic. She is an independent and tough servicewoman with a confident attitude. At first sight of her rather pretty appearance, some label her as "queenly" or "dainty". But once you get to know this her, you'll see she's far from being either. Moonleaf is actually a bit tomboyish with a positive and adventurous personality. She's daring and bold, ready for any challenge, and never backs down from any, either. If it's especially necessary or appropriate, she isn't afraid to speak her mind to those older or wiser than she. But she knows the difference between voicing her opinions and disrespectfully challenging her superiors. She is skilled at climbing trees, and will often do so on her break time, just to take a look at the scenery of the bases below.
Cat Appearance: Moonleaf may seem small for a soldier, but she has strong muscles underneath her pelt, the results of months and months of strict training. Her fine-haired pelt begins with a silvery-blue color. A darker, navy-color is manifested in the form of mackerel tabby stripes, which are slashed over her forehead, cheekbones, back, legs, and her feather-like tail. Accents of a dark pink nose, alabaster fangs, and long, thorn-sharp claws complete her looks.
Fatal Flaw: She's not scared of fighting in particular, but seeing a great number of fallen cats makes her very anxious and jittery.
Other: She trained with Redstorm in Camp Fire, and is now a member of FRC, U1 Squad #1.
SN: Mᴏᴏɴ - -
Cat Name: Redstorm
Cat Age: 13 moons
Cat Gender: Male Cat Sexuality: Heterosexual
Cat Personality: Redstorm is a quiet but shrewd young boy with a gentle demeanor. He is a quick learner, and obeys his higher-ups and veterans at all times. He tries his best to be stern and serious like the other servicemen, but it always seems forced, as he usually gives off a calm, kind air all the time. He can come across as being "too serious", as he doesn't smile as often nowadays, but when he is genuinely having a good time, he'll let you know with one of those rare grins. He feels like he is obliged to treat absolutely everyone around him with with respect, and tends to gush polite vocabulary at whomever he is around, no matter their rank.
Cat Appearance: Redstorm is a large and muscular tom, with an average height and build; earned through training that definitely got his former tiny, shy, and frail self into proper shape. His large eyes are set on a pronounced slant on his head that is topped with high-set ears that display his alertness and inquisitive nature. A unique feature that distinguishes him from others is that his back legs are slightly longer than his front, giving them a more thewy appearance. His pelt is made up of red fur, with darker tabby stripes racing throughout his body. His eyes are a vivid evergreen, and had a former sparkle in them, like gems in sunlight. But the spark has darkened a bit, leaving his oculars serious and a bit dull.
Fatal Flaw: He tends to hesitate a lot, which can cause him to miss certain things; oncoming battle strikes especially.
Other: He trained with Moonleaf in Camp Fire, and is now a member of Stronghold, U1 Squad #1.
Accepted! And it's fine if you re-make your drill sergeant. It'd actually be quite helpful! |
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Post by Lórien on Jul 4, 2017 11:38:13 GMT -5
SN (please tag yourself): Lórien Cat Name (must start as apprentice): Oakpaw Cat Age (six moons for toms, nine for shes): 6 Moons Cat Gender (please stick to just tom/she-cat): Tom Cat Sexuality (please keep it simple; no tri-gendered demiromantic pansexual trans etc., not because we're against it, but because it's too complicated for this kind of roleplay): Straight Cat Personality: In a clan like this there’s quite a few unique reactions to the constant battle, and Oakpaw is no exception to this. The tom shys away from the thought of actually fighting, but he’s slowly coming to grips with the fact that it’s unavoidable. This has formed him into surprisingly self-centered cat, only truly caring about his own survival. This has made him harsh and brash despite his reluctance when it comes to battle, and on the training grounds he strives to become the best, sometimes even without the work that the title requires. Cat Appearance: Oakpaw’s bloodline heavily includes Bengal blood, and his appearance heavily reflects that fact. The first thing you’ll notice about the tom is his tall frame accompanied by unusually large paws, the base of his coat being light brown. Over this light brown are splotches of darker brown that are lined by black. Along with this Oakpaw has faint black stripes on his tail, face, and legs. He also has large ears, long whiskers, and wide green eyes. Fatal Flaw: In the end Oakpaw is self-centered, and in battle he wouldn’t be willing to sacrifice himself for others. He cares about himself coming out of the battle alive, and not much else. This in turn may make others less willing to help him. Other: N/A SN (please tag yourself): Lórien Cat Name (must start as apprentice): Icepaw Cat Age (six moons for toms, nine for shes): 9 Moons Cat Gender (please stick to just tom/she-cat): She-Cat Cat Sexuality (please keep it simple; no tri-gendered demiromantic pansexual trans etc., not because we're against it, but because it's too complicated for this kind of roleplay): Bisexual Cat Personality: You would think that a she-cat with such good looks would be soft and kind, wouldn’t you? From a distance you might assume that of Icepaw, but when you get a closer look you’ll realize you just made a fatal mistake. Icepaw is just about the harshest cat of her age you might come across, her only goal in mind is to win and be the best. She couldn’t care less about most of others when it comes to her completing her goal, and in turn she’s rather cold-blooded and unfeeling to other emotions. She sets her own rules and barely follows others instructions that aren’t necessary. Though in a cat like this, there still is a soft spot. It might be hard to find, but Icepaw is still determined to find someone to bond as she grows up. Along with this Icepaw isn’t completely self-centered in the battle itself, the she-cat still willing to help another cat when they need it. Cat Appearance: Icepaw is the picture of beauty of grace, in all honestly. She has a perfectly proportioned body with brilliant blue eyes and soft, flowing fur. Always somehow perfectly groomed, her fur is nearly pure white with light orange points at her paws, tail, ears, and most of her face. Under her coat are hard muscles and sharp claws, her beauty not keeping her from being fierce. Fatal Flaw: Given that Icepaw is such a independent cat, she gives little care to other’s advice. She sets her own rules and often overshoots, and one day that’s going to catch up with her. Other: Icepaw's harshness isn't without reason. When she was about 4 moons old her family was slaughtered before her, and ever since then the she-cat has covered up her pain with the sharp comments and heavy training, hoping to get revenge one day, when she's strong enough. Here's my first two characters! I may make 2-3 more today/tomorrow. I'm ready for my test anytime! |
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Jul 4, 2017 12:06:26 GMT -5
Ahh, thank you so much! Here she is. <3SN: Mᴏᴏɴ - -
Cat Name: Tigersfury
Cat Age: 31 moons
Cat Gender: Female
Cat Sexuality: Heterosexual / Asexual
Cat Personality: Although she is a very pretty cat - and knows this fact is true - Tigerfury's personality is...not as charming. She is a cat whom you would never, ever, want to cross, and I mean that. As both a captain and sergeant commander, this hot-blooded she-cat has a temper that is as extreme as her difficult training methods. Disrespect is something she can't stand in a hundred years, and as she always keeps watching her own behavior, she demands the same from everyone else. Tiger is harsh, strict, and quite loud. She has a habit of throwing around insults and remarks on occasion, and especially likes it when it hits home for one of her students. She believes that this is what "keeps them going".
Cat Appearance: Tigerfury has a large, tall build that seems to tower over all; she's almost as large as a male. Her skin is covered in a medium-length brown pelt complete with classic dark brown tabby stripes. Her hard green eyes, her best feature, some would say, seem to glow in darkness, and most cats who look at her know right off the bat that she could cut through you if those eyes were daggers. She is covered in a few battle scars, the most notable ones being a long scar that runs down her bulky shoulder, two small scars on her right cheekbone, and a few small nicks her ears.
Fatal Flaw: Her anger can get out of hand, and sometimes she will even go out of her way as to put her claws on a insubordinate Cadet to straighten them out.
Other: She suffers from PTSD, mild depression, and insomnia. As a 7-month-old kitten, a band of Shadow League cats murdered her mother and younger brother. She began to have nightmares and flashbacks from the event, which shattered her world. Although she was still left with her father, Hawktalon, who served as a very respected commander for the military, she started developing a mask, and a very cold one at that. She became distant, unwelcoming, and emotionless. Such a robotic composition brought out her bitter side tenfold, and as such, she rarely ever smiles genuinely.
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Wolfdusk
"Can you move your seat up?" "No."
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Post by Wolfdusk on Jul 4, 2017 13:20:13 GMT -5
SN: Wolfdusk Cat Name: Swiftpaw Cat Age: 6 moons Cat Gender: Tom Cat Sexuality: Straight/Asexual Cat Personality: Headstrong and bad-tempered, Swiftpaw is a cat that's hard to get along with. His grumpy, stubborn, disobedient attitude isn't very well-liked by his Clanmates at all, and his motives are difficult to understand. He's sarcastic and is often found making disrespectful and rude remarks. He is very closed up and is almost always seen alone, not just because he enjoys it but also because he feels no one would like to be around him anyways. Cat Appearance: He's a muscular brown tabby with jet black stripes and a white muzzle. He has bright yellow eyes. Fatal Flaw: Swiftpaw's personality causes problems and gets him into a lot of trouble. Other: His parents didn't mean to have kits and Swiftpaw was unwanted. He was usually ignored as a kit and didn't get much attention. SN: Wolfdusk Cat Name: Rowanpaw Cat Age: 6 moons Cat Gender: Tom Cat Sexuality: Straight Cat Personality: A warmhearted and an overall good-natured cat, Rowanpaw is a kind and considerate tom, obedient and ready to serve his Clan. He cares about his Clanmates more than he cares about himself, and loves to help others. He's outgoing, unafraid to speak his mind, and is extremely loyal to his friends. Rowanpaw doesn't like fighting much at all, but is aware of the situation he is in and that he is going to have to fight. Cat Appearance: He's a short-haired solid ginger tom with emerald-green eyes. Fatal Flaw: He secretly feels afraid to go to the battlefield because he doesn't want to see anyone get hurt and he wonders if he'll be too scared when the time comes to fight. Other: He has two sisters, Leopardkit and Nettlekit. SN: Wolfdusk Cat Name: Wolfblaze Cat Age: 16 moons Cat Gender: She-Cat Cat Sexuality: Straight/Asexual. She isn't very interested in mates. Cat Personality: Fiery, devoted, and passionate, Wolfblaze is the complete opposite of her brother. While Wolfblaze, like her brother, is fiercely loyal, Wolfblaze is a feisty tom-boy. Wolfblaze is very eager to fight for her Clan, and she has been ever since she was a kit. She is ambitious (but only to serve her Clan) and can be hot-headed at times, but can be calm when necessary and is always respectful towards her commanders. Wolfblaze is very tough and speaks her mind, but would never let anyone know she does have a soft side and has a kind heart. If she becomes close enough to a cat she loves with everything she has and would do anything to protect them. Cat Appearance: A dark gray she-cat with a silver (or light gray) chest, underbelly, tail tip, muzzle, and paws. She has ice-blue eyes. Fatal Flaw: Wolfblaze is a fierce warrior and would fight until the very end, especially for her Clanmates, and would do anything to protect them. Her feisty temper could also lead to her downfall. Other: Foxtooth's sister. She's in Leopard Company, Unit 1, Squad #1. SN: Wolfdusk Cat Name: Foxtooth Cat Age: 13 moons Cat Gender: Tom Cat Sexuality: Straight Cat Personality: High-spirited and a jokester, Foxtooth is a little different from the other cats. While most of his colleagues are serious and prepared for battle, Foxtooth is fun-loving and caring. He is excited to go into battle and help his Clan, but many think he is naive and not battle material. However, he does understand there are many times when it is important to be serious, and he has slightly grown out of this kind of behavior over time. However, he still tries to be a joker and show his compassionate qualities whenever he can fit them in. Cat Appearance: A ginger tom with a black "mask" on his face. He has various white markings on his body and a black tail and legs. He has emerald-green eyes. Fatal Flaw: Foxtooth is a little naive and can trust others easily, which means it isn't unlikely he could be taken advantage of. He can also be reckless when it comes to protecting his Clanmates. Other: Wolfblaze's brother. He's in Thunder Company, Unit 1, Squad #1. SN: Wolfdusk Cat Name: Ashfern Cat Age: 13 moons Cat Gender: Tom Cat Sexuality: Gay Cat Personality: Withdrawn and shy, Ashfern was a happy but timid cat. He used to have trouble talking to others but has mostly gotten over that now with the help of his friend, Shadestorm. But after Shadestorm's death, Ashfern became more closed up then ever, and hardly ever speaks to anyone. Shadestorm was the cat he trusted most, and he confided in him. Ashfern is still grieving for him even though it has been awhile, so he has become a bit moody and snappish, and still does as he is told by his commander, but doesn't do much at all in his free time. Cat Appearance: Ashfern is a gray tabby tom with blue eyes. Fatal Flaw: Ashfern was traumatized by Shadestorm's death and this can affect him on the battlefield. Other: You can put him in any company, I don't really care to be honest haha |
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Jul 4, 2017 14:40:01 GMT -5
Mᴏᴏɴ - - Lórien WolfduskAccepted! And echo, you don't need to take your literacy test since you're an existing member.
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Jul 4, 2017 14:52:28 GMT -5
Wolfdusk Swiftpaw will be in Camp Leaf with Moon's drill sergeant, and Rowanpaw will be in Camp Stone with Shadowfur. Lórien Oakpaw will be in Camp Leaf with Moon's drill sergeant, and Icepaw will be in Camp Fire with Flamepelt.
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Cool Guy
I'm having too much fun messing with my profile y'all
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Post by Cool Guy on Jul 4, 2017 21:20:39 GMT -5
SN : Cool Guy Cat Name :Fogpaw Cat Age : 6 moons Cat Gender : tom-cat Cat Sexuality : gay, but unaware of it Cat Personality: Fogpaw isn't timid whatsoever. Upon learning what his life was to be like when he was born, he was nothing but thrilled. He's fiery in his temper and very respectful only towards those above him. He's very headstrong and won't hesitate to fight or argue with the other cats his age or below him. Cat Appearance: Fogpaw is a regular sized tom-cat with a thick pelt. His fur is a very pale greyish-silver, making him look almost white except for the darker ticking on his face and over his shoulders, down his spine to his tail. Over this foggy pelt, he has darker tabby stripes that are more defined toward the front of his body and less defined toward his hindquarters. His eyes are golden brown. Fatal Flaw: He tends to take thoughtless risks in order to impress his superiors or look like a hero. Other: n/a |
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Jul 5, 2017 11:12:34 GMT -5
Cool Guy Accepted, although toms have to start at six moons. Not sure if it was a typo or not, so I mentioned it. When you're ready for your literacy test, let me know.
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Jul 5, 2017 17:47:35 GMT -5
Cool Guy That's fine. Remember that this is supposed to be a test on your greatest ability as a roleplayer. We want to see what you are capable of, to determine whether or not you have the maturity as a writer to take part in ClawClan. We aren't going to expect posts of the length and detail you are about to write all the time in the real RP, but we expect something of the same quality. The test rules are simple: 1. You may not have any help writing your response. We want your writing, not someone else's. 2. You will automatically fail if you do not address the prompt. 3. Your response must be at least eight sentences long, but we are looking for longer. Take as much time as you need, remember to check your spelling and grammar, and good luck! Your prompt: A young tom is a brand new father. His mate has just given birth to three healthy, strong sons. He couldn't be happier; things couldn't get more perfect. But unfortunately, nothing lasts forever, and soon a messenger is approaching him with terrible news. The enemy is making too much progress; the Marshal has called in an extra 500 soldiers as reinforcements to go to the front lines - and he’s one of them. Write his reaction to this news.
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Post by cloudyromxnce on Jul 5, 2017 19:56:43 GMT -5
SN: cloudyromxnceCat Name: Brackenpaw Cat Age: Six moons old. Cat Gender: Tom Cat Sexuality: Asexual ~ No interest, but would be straight Cat Personality: Brackenpaw is extremely calm and he is also very focused on success. However, he cares for his fellow cadets' safety and he'll warn them, despite him not talking very much, but he won't go out of his way to stop them from making a silly mistake. Sometimes he "tattles" on others to their superiors which makes him slightly unlikeable, which doesn't phase him all that much. Brackenpaw is more of a thinker but he is always prepared to fight if it's needed. Although he doesn't enjoy fighting, he would never back down to keep himself alive. He will fight to the death and has always wanted to be a type of hero figure although he doubts that would ever happen. Brackenpaw is also very serious. He rarely cracks a smile or shows signs of joy unless he was, of course, successful. The tom is a humble cat and he isn't one for praise. He doesn't have friends but when he gets upset, seeing other cats with friends, he tells himself that friends would get in the way of his success by distracting him from his goal. He can also be quite callous and he is fairly cold and he gives off a "lifeless" vibe, for he is basically "emotionless." Brackenpaw is very respectful to those of higher rank and he does show some respect towards his fellow cadets. Brackenpaw is straight-forward and he hates when others lie to him. He enjoys the truth and isn't afraid to tell it, even if it means bad consequences for himself, for that, is fair and he is all about things being fair. Cat Appearance: Brackenpaw is a soft brown tabby tom with a white underbelly, throat, and muzzle. His front paws and ear tips are white and he has a short cropped tail. His eyes are a sparkling green and his nose is dark grey. Fatal Flaw: Brackenpaw's will to succeed can cause him to do specific things without thought of those around him, and himself, and his push to do better than his best can cause others to dislike him for sometimes to those of his rank he looks like he's showing off, when he doesn't think he is. Other: N/A Note - I am on a trip with my family for my brother's volleyball championship. I will be leaving tomorrow, but I do have some free time as we don't have to be at the complex where they play until noon, and I can also try to do stuff on mobile on the ride home and/or at the complex. |
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Jul 5, 2017 20:02:50 GMT -5
cloudyromxnce Accepted! Also, noted about the trip. Thank you for telling us. When you're ready for your literacy test, let me know.
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Post by cloudyromxnce on Jul 5, 2017 20:04:03 GMT -5
Ready whenever you are! ^^
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Jul 5, 2017 20:37:55 GMT -5
Remember that this is supposed to be a test on your greatest ability as a roleplayer. We want to see what you are capable of, to determine whether or not you have the maturity as a writer to take part in ClawClan. We aren't going to expect posts of the length and detail you are about to write all the time in the real RP, but we expect something of the same quality.
The test rules are simple:
1. You may not have any help writing your response. We want your writing, not someone else's.
2. You will automatically fail if you do not address the prompt.
3. Your response must be at least eight sentences long, but we are looking for longer.
Take as much time as you need, remember to check your spelling and grammar, and good luck!
Your prompt:
Things are going poorly - the ClawClan cats are being forced back by the enemy, and a lot of blood is being shed. A she-cat suddenly finds herself engaged in a battle with an enemy warrior twice her size. She tries hard, but fails to defeat him, and he tears her throat. What are the cat's thoughts and emotions as she lay dying on the battlefield?
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Post by cloudyromxnce on Jul 5, 2017 23:06:51 GMT -5
Here goes nothing ^^
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Rosegaze took a gulp as she realized from the look in her opponent's eyes that he was planning to finish her as he loomed over her. The cream-coloured she-cat had not gone down without a fight, she had thought at one point she was winning, even. However, she was weakened horrifically by many large and deep scratches and bites over her. She attempted to snap at him from below, her jaws slamming around air as she was unable to reach him and if she did she wasn't strong enough to do anything beyond that. Her eyes widened as she watched him raise his paw to finish it all. She was young. Somewhere out there, fighting or not, was her sister and her best friend, Tinyfire. She had promised to protect her smaller sister no matter what, but if she died, how could she do that? She would break her vow. What if Tinyfire was already dead? The thoughts that had abandoned her when she had come out to fight were flooding her mind. Everything slowed down and the cat she loved and cared about was all she could focus on. Rosegaze began squirming and thrashing violently under the enemy, unwilling to die that easy. However, the paw that was in the air of the larger cat was slammed down roughly onto her chest and Rosegaze continued to struggle but she was only getting weaker as blood seeped out from her wounds and the pressure being put on her chest was becoming too much put together with the scratches and bites. She watched as the other paw flew towards the side and was swiped back across, slicing her throat. She felt the weight and pain from her enemy disappear as he ran off to fight someone else immediately, leaving her to die in a few moments. Tinyfire was alive, she had to be. That's all Rosegaze thought about. Tinyfire could take care of herself. If Rosegaze wasn't meant to die now, dying for her Clan and fighting for her Clan and taking her life and using it all to protect her Clan, then she wouldn't be dying. She was dying because her time was up, and she accepted that. She embraced her death, took it quicker. She forced herself to give up. Tinyfire would live and when her time came she'd be ready, too. I died for her. She will live and I will die.
This is how it's meant to be. She tried to calm herself down with these thoughts. Did everyone else who died out here in the past feel the same way as I do now? Do the accept it? Do they even have time to think about this? Am I the only one who let myself die this easily? Is this how it's supposed to go? She had so many questions, but the answers were to remain a mystery. As she drifted unconscious with these thoughts, memories came, too. Memories of her and Tinyfire, memories of training as a cadet, memories of everything. They wanted to sooth her to the eternal sleep, like a gentle lullaby. Finally, she gave in. As death overtook her, she thought one last thing: Good luck, Tinyfire. May we meet again. Everything stopped and she died, her eyes closed. Everything was over, she hoped she as a cat had made a difference somehow, a small difference, but at the same time a big one.
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It would've come in earlier but my mom made me go socialize... 'nuff said there.
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Cool Guy
I'm having too much fun messing with my profile y'all
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Post by Cool Guy on Jul 6, 2017 1:15:32 GMT -5
A young tom is a brand new father. His mate has just given birth to three healthy, strong sons. He couldn't be happier; things couldn't get more perfect. But unfortunately, nothing lasts forever, and soon a messenger is approaching him with terrible news. The enemy is making too much progress; the Marshal has called in an extra 500 soldiers as reinforcements to go to the front lines - and he’s one of them. Write his reaction to this news.
A big, broad-shouldered dark tabby tom skidded to a halt outside the nursery, his chest heaving and legs burning. He’d just ran from a hunting patrol all the way back to where his mate resided in the nursery upon hearing from a messenger that she was kitting and didn’t stop once. He had to see her, to see them. “Frostfang!” He cried breathlessly, stumbling the rest of the way into the den. “Did it happen? Are they here? Did you name them?” He bombarded the freshly kitted queen with questions but he just couldn’t help it. These were his kits, new soldiers for the clan, why shouldn’t he be excited?
A white furred cat shakily lifted her head, a deep purr rumbling in her throat as she beckoned her dark tabby mate to come look. “Brackentail, come look.”
Brackentail took a deep breath and crouched low, practically stalking toward his kittens as if they may be disturbed by his usually heavy pawsteps. He peeked over her back and saw them. Three perfect dark tabby toms with some white splotching here and there. “They’re beautiful. They’ll be the most wonderful sons and the best little soldiers this clan has ever—“
“Brackentail. A message from the Marshal.” A flame colored tom had poked his head into the warm den.
Brackentail’s heart dropped immediately but a grin still remained on his face from seeing his newborn kits. He remained hopeful as he stepped out of the den to join the messenger. “Go ahead.” He meowed, prompting the ginger tom to speak.
“The enemy is advancing quickly and the Marshal has called for five hundred extra troops. You’ve been called into the frontlines, Brackentail.” The flame colored messenger said simply, showing little sign of empathy toward the dark tabby.
The grin that couldn't be wiped from the soldier's face had melted in an instant, the messenger's words echoing through his ears and bounced around in his head. Brackentail was frozen in shock, different emotions flying through his head, all battling for dominance on how to feel about the situation. This draft must be a mistake, right? He opened his mouth to speak to the messenger but immediately snapped it shut. This was no mistake, this was a war. A war he'd been called to fight in. A war that may strip a father from his sons before they could even open their eyes.
Brackentail took a deep breath and swallowed hard, his breathing a lot deeper and calmer than even he expected to be. He hadn't necessarily expected this to happen, but he'd always known this was a possibility. He'd always known that he may be killed in action before any of his kittens could join him in battle. Before he could relish in victory with them upon advancing and taking ground or before they could feel the heavy stone of defeat in their chests with him as they retreat. He looked down to his mate and his three beautiful sons. He gave each of his sons a lick on their mewling heads “Stay strong, my little soldiers.” He whispered to them before he lifted his gaze to his mate pushed his muzzle into her frosty white fur. "We always knew this was a possibility. We'll be okay; I will return." He mewed softly, making a promise he couldn't keep as he pulled away, unable to look his mate in the eye.
Frostfang called out to him but Brackentail didn't turn to face her. He couldn't or else he may openly defy orders from the Marshal and stay behind with his new family. He turned toward the messenger, his face hardening as he gave a swift nod accompanied by a quick puff of air through his nostrils. "Let's go."
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Jul 6, 2017 11:08:37 GMT -5
Here goes nothing ^^ -=~=- Rosegaze took a gulp as she realized from the look in her opponent's eyes that he was planning to finish her as he loomed over her. The cream-coloured she-cat had not gone down without a fight, she had thought at one point she was winning, even. However, she was weakened horrifically by many large and deep scratches and bites over her. She attempted to snap at him from below, her jaws slamming around air as she was unable to reach him and if she did she wasn't strong enough to do anything beyond that. Her eyes widened as she watched him raise his paw to finish it all. She was young. Somewhere out there, fighting or not, was her sister and her best friend, Tinyfire. She had promised to protect her smaller sister no matter what, but if she died, how could she do that? She would break her vow. What if Tinyfire was already dead? The thoughts that had abandoned her when she had come out to fight were flooding her mind. Everything slowed down and the cat she loved and cared about was all she could focus on. Rosegaze began squirming and thrashing violently under the enemy, unwilling to die that easy. However, the paw that was in the air of the larger cat was slammed down roughly onto her chest and Rosegaze continued to struggle but she was only getting weaker as blood seeped out from her wounds and the pressure being put on her chest was becoming too much put together with the scratches and bites. She watched as the other paw flew towards the side and was swiped back across, slicing her throat. She felt the weight and pain from her enemy disappear as he ran off to fight someone else immediately, leaving her to die in a few moments. Tinyfire was alive, she had to be. That's all Rosegaze thought about. Tinyfire could take care of herself. If Rosegaze wasn't meant to die now, dying for her Clan and fighting for her Clan and taking her life and using it all to protect her Clan, then she wouldn't be dying. She was dying because her time was up, and she accepted that. She embraced her death, took it quicker. She forced herself to give up. Tinyfire would live and when her time came she'd be ready, too. I died for her. She will live and I will die.
This is how it's meant to be. She tried to calm herself down with these thoughts. Did everyone else who died out here in the past feel the same way as I do now? Do the accept it? Do they even have time to think about this? Am I the only one who let myself die this easily? Is this how it's supposed to go? She had so many questions, but the answers were to remain a mystery. As she drifted unconscious with these thoughts, memories came, too. Memories of her and Tinyfire, memories of training as a cadet, memories of everything. They wanted to sooth her to the eternal sleep, like a gentle lullaby. Finally, she gave in. As death overtook her, she thought one last thing: Good luck, Tinyfire. May we meet again. Everything stopped and she died, her eyes closed. Everything was over, she hoped she as a cat had made a difference somehow, a small difference, but at the same time a big one. -=~=- It would've come in earlier but my mom made me go socialize... 'nuff said there. Good job! You passed! Your apprentice will be in Camp Leaf with Lieutenant Commander Tigerfury, moonshine's character. You can meet us over on the main page when you're ready. |
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Jul 6, 2017 11:15:16 GMT -5
A young tom is a brand new father. His mate has just given birth to three healthy, strong sons. He couldn't be happier; things couldn't get more perfect. But unfortunately, nothing lasts forever, and soon a messenger is approaching him with terrible news. The enemy is making too much progress; the Marshal has called in an extra 500 soldiers as reinforcements to go to the front lines - and he’s one of them. Write his reaction to this news.
A big, broad-shouldered dark tabby tom skidded to a halt outside the nursery, his chest heaving and legs burning. He’d just ran from a hunting patrol all the way back to where his mate resided in the nursery upon hearing from a messenger that she was kitting and didn’t stop once. He had to see her, to see them. “Frostfang!” He cried breathlessly, stumbling the rest of the way into the den. “Did it happen? Are they here? Did you name them?” He bombarded the freshly kitted queen with questions but he just couldn’t help it. These were his kits, new soldiers for the clan, why shouldn’t he be excited? A white furred cat shakily lifted her head, a deep purr rumbling in her throat as she beckoned her dark tabby mate to come look. “Brackentail, come look.” Brackentail took a deep breath and crouched low, practically stalking toward his kittens as if they may be disturbed by his usually heavy pawsteps. He peeked over her back and saw them. Three perfect dark tabby toms with some white splotching here and there. “They’re beautiful. They’ll be the most wonderful sons and the best little soldiers this clan has ever—“ “Brackentail. A message from the Marshal.” A flame colored tom had poked his head into the warm den. Brackentail’s heart dropped immediately but a grin still remained on his face from seeing his newborn kits. He remained hopeful as he stepped out of the den to join the messenger. “Go ahead.” He meowed, prompting the ginger tom to speak. “The enemy is advancing quickly and the Marshal has called for five hundred extra troops. You’ve been called into the frontlines, Brackentail.” The flame colored messenger said simply, showing little sign of empathy toward the dark tabby. The grin that couldn't be wiped from the soldier's face had melted in an instant, the messenger's words echoing through his ears and bounced around in his head. Brackentail was frozen in shock, different emotions flying through his head, all battling for dominance on how to feel about the situation. This draft must be a mistake, right? He opened his mouth to speak to the messenger but immediately snapped it shut. This was no mistake, this was a war. A war he'd been called to fight in. A war that may strip a father from his sons before they could even open their eyes. Brackentail took a deep breath and swallowed hard, his breathing a lot deeper and calmer than even he expected to be. He hadn't necessarily expected this to happen, but he'd always known this was a possibility. He'd always known that he may be killed in action before any of his kittens could join him in battle. Before he could relish in victory with them upon advancing and taking ground or before they could feel the heavy stone of defeat in their chests with him as they retreat. He looked down to his mate and his three beautiful sons. He gave each of his sons a lick on their mewling heads “Stay strong, my little soldiers.” He whispered to them before he lifted his gaze to his mate pushed his muzzle into her frosty white fur. "We always knew this was a possibility. We'll be okay; I will return." He mewed softly, making a promise he couldn't keep as he pulled away, unable to look his mate in the eye. Frostfang called out to him but Brackentail didn't turn to face her. He couldn't or else he may openly defy orders from the Marshal and stay behind with his new family. He turned toward the messenger, his face hardening as he gave a swift nod accompanied by a quick puff of air through his nostrils. "Let's go." Excellent! You passed! Your apprentice will be in Camp Leaf with moonshine's cat, Tigerfury. You can meet us on the main page when you're ready. |
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