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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 6, 2017 17:28:53 GMT -5
JOINING
MAIN PAGE LINK
When you join, please notify doing so by liking the joining page, the main clan page, and posting on the main clan page notifying that you have put up joining forms.
MEMBER JOINING FORM
CHARACTER NAME 」 roleplayer name
birth gender/chosen gender ● sexuality ● age
description (must be at least 5 full sentences of information on physical appearance and personality
other (any other need-to-know information; ex. kin)
rank
roleplay sample
PLOT AUDITION FORM
USERNAME | INTENDED AUDITION POSITION
NAME | GENDER | AGE RANGE
BODY DESCRIPTION (PLEASE PUT EFFORT ON THIS!)
PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION (PLEASE PUT EFFORT ON THIS!)
OTHER
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
NAMES
TAKEN PREFIXES
All prefixes are allowed x3
A
Adder (x2 left)
B
Brush (x2 left)
Borage (x2 left)
Buzzard (x2 left)
C
Cougar (x2 left)
Crumpled (x2 left)
D
E
F
Fawn (x2 left)
Foggy (x2 left)
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H
Hobble (x2 left)
Harrier (x2 left)
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J
K
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Lavender (x2 left)
Lily (x2 left)
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Milk (x2 left)
Mink (x2)
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Partridge (x2 left)
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R
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Silent (x2 left)
Silver (x2 left)
Sleepy (x2 left)
Sparrow (x2 left)
Spotted (x2 left)
Sun (x2 left)
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Tawny (x2 left)
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V
Vixen (x2 left)
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Yarrow (x2 left)
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 6, 2017 17:29:37 GMT -5
PLOT
THE BASIC
The current leader is old and senile, fading quickly. While deputy ___ is technically in line for the throne of leadership, their ambitious and often ruthless ways of handling problems and interacting with clanmates have left them in poor support. Another candidate has risen, ___, within the clan. For such, the clan seems to have split, with some aligning themselves with the current deputy, while others call for the new candidate, and even those who are trapped in the middle and unable and unwilling to pick a side. To make matters worse, the environment has turned into torrents. Over the moons, Tempestclan has been losing prey, losing a good weather pattern, and suffering frigid winters and scorching summers. The rains have not stopped for days, and such has never happened before- old legend tells it is Tempest who is angry with them. As rains bring flood, flood brings bugs and rotten food, washed dens and dangerous territory, the clan while divided politically must try to work together under the circumstances.
But, the leader suddenly calls to their deathbed a group of cats, chosen by the leader themselves. To them, the leader whispers of a secret known only to the leaders of Tempestclan. There is a settlement, across the forest and rocky mountain, that holds the key to the revival of Tempestclan. It is where the original creator, Maelstrom, was born and raised in, and also where his death lies. There is the direct descendent of Maelstrom. The leader tasks this group of cats to find and bring back the descendent of Maelstrom to lead the clan officially in this time of turmoil, hopefully bringing good luck back to the clan.
Not all is perfect, for on this quest, the child of deputy ___ has been chosen to attend. Whether the cats of the group trust or distrust this cat is up to the role-player’s discretion.
As they travel, they must pass the floods, survive on little prey, and escape the clutches of other hungry animals. Of this, a group of felines seems to be on their tail once they breach past Tempestclan territory. On multiple occasions, these cats attack the group. While they never outright kill anyone, cats in the group can be injured based on role-player’s discretion and activity levels.
CHARACTERS
Because of the intricacy of the plot, I do not want it to be that only I get major plot points of the story here. There should be many places for roleplayers to fit in, and for simple characters that were not audition able characters to have a good handle on plot. This is all up to role-player's decisions! Below are a list of characters that can be auditioned for and their specifics:
Leader - 5AM
BRUSHSTAR
Deputy - ᴏᴡʟ
HARRIERSKY
The Other Candidate - Milk tea
LILYLIGHTNING
The Group
Note: Characters can either trust or distrust the deputy's child, it is up to the role-player's discretion
1. Silentwind (BrambleIsBack)
2. Hobblesway (Sandpaper)
3. Fawnpaw (Leafsong)
4. Reserved for OWL
5. Reserved for BRAMBLEISBACK
6. Vixenyowl (5AM)
Deputy's Child - 5AM
VIXENYOWL
OTHER AUDITIONS WILL BE OPENED AS THE PLOT PROGRESSES. REMEMBER, THESE ARE ONLY THE BASIC CHARACTERS TO START OFF THE PLOT. MANY MORE WILL BE INTRODUCED OVER TIME- SO, IF YOU DO NOT GET ONE OF THESE AUDITIONS SLOT, DO NOT FEAR! YOU CAN ALWAYS AUDITION FOR THE NEXT SET.
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 6, 2017 17:31:37 GMT -5
✧ 5 ÆM's CHARACTER SAVE --
Used prefixes:
Cougar, Sparrow, Crumpled, Brush, Foggy, Vixen, Yarrow
Unused prefixes:
Borage, Mink, Adder
COUGARGROWL 」 ✧ 5 ÆM
dmab male ● demiromantic asexual ● 45 moons
A masculine of huge stature who easily towers over the majority if not all of his clanmates. A sturdy, lean figure with strong bones create his structure as it is lined and filled with thick muscles and leaving little to no loose skin to be seen- quite accurately being made of strength. Large paws sheathing sharp, off-white claws completes the logistics of this male's foundation. Over this figure runs a coat of velvet skin and short, glossy pelage that briefly thickens during the wintery moons. The color is a soft tan-cream that is solid throughout his coat, broken only by piebald-like white fountain spouts of markings that envelope his chest and splash beneath his chin. His massive paws have their toes dipped in such white as well as the very tip of his long, thick, whipcord tail. His ears are average-sized for a cranium such as his- a broad, defined platelet with a long, expansive muzzle with a width almost as much as his platelet. Housed within this feature are two almond-shaped optics where each is colored a bright, soft mint-green shade. At his throat starts a massive, long scar that curls from one side of his jugular to the other to then travel over the left side of his neck and continue to bow around his shoulder and end behind his left shoulder blade. For personality, Cougargrowl has always been dubbed the quiet protector. Passion simmers beneath his refined and gently aloof exterior and he is incredibly perceptive and holds himself to a high moral standard. However, he is difficult to understand or get to know with his enigmatic tendency, and he has been known to be blunt and stern. He received his extensive scars from a bear attack.
Sparrowchirp is his mate, and Foggyfuzz is his daughter.
SPARROWCHIRP 」 ✧ 5 ÆM
dmab male ● homoromantic pansexual ● 45 moons
Lean and well-muscled, this tomcat has had his fair share of battle experience, and has taken on a flexible, well-structured frame with long limbs, neck, and tail and a wedge-like, exotic cranium. Coating his frame is a pelage of rosewood ebony- a russet cherry of wood tones with tasteful marbled, darker stripes and splinters throughout this shade. There are varying degrees of dusking to his pelt such as grey-brown and black that give shadows to his fur in a smoke pattern. There is darking to the proportion of a mask of brown-black covering his cranium. There is a white-dip pattern to his paws and on one side of his muzzle- at least, the side that is not scarred. His eyes, almond-slitted, are colored a hazel shade of mix, tropical orange and citrus in a vibrance. The most notable attributes of this tomcat are the horrendous amount of scarring that covers his being. Detailed, they are as follows: a massive bite wound to his shoulder that spans into his neck and front leg, various scratches amongst his chest and paws, massive scarring to the right side of his face including a shredded ear, and a long gash along the right side of his flank. A steady presence is Sparrowchirp's identifier with his optimism and strict dedication to his family, friends, and ideals, quite ready to die at any time for those he loves- and, he loves a lot, with his naturally compassionate nature. One is never alone when Sparrowchirp is around. Even so, he is not always the sweetest face around, for he can be arrogant and sensitive, blunt and incredibly stubborn, and with a feisty chip on his shoulder that can come out to play to say hurtful things unintentionally when he is provoked. Thankfully, his patience is long-extending. He received his extensive scars from a bear attack.
Cougargrowl is his mate, and Foggyfuzz is his daughter.
CRUMPLEDTAIL 」 ✧ 5 ÆM
dmab male ● polyamorous panromantic pansexual ● 40 moons
A creature of tall height and yet with a figure made of firm, lean muscle and flexible structure. A robust yet naturally lean and flexible bone make up his foundation with a lining of average muscles sloping elegantly across his line. Medium-sized paws sheathing dulled but strong off-white claws complete his base look. Coating this figure is velvet skin and a pelage of medium-length strands that is dense and soft at the heat of the skin while becoming coarse and wiry at the tips with fur pluming at his cheeks, stomach, haunches, between his toes, and developing into a nicely plumed tail- of course, what's left of it! Such a pelage is a sultry shade of russet red that travels the expanse of his fur and is marked by soft, soot-darker agouti tick patterning that leaves elegant shadowed smudges along his spine and tail. The base red dissipates into a soft creamy undertone that runs under his chin and creates his undercoat patterning that travels the expanse of his chest, stomach, and the underneath of his tail. His cranium is well-built and wedge-shaped with a defined platelet and a tapering muzzle ending in a leather nose. Housed in such a contraption lies two large, almond-shaped optics both colored a vibrant, lively yellow-copper. What used to be a beautifully-plumed tail is now left a crinkled line with multiple breaks in the tail, leaving it to appear "crumpled". One can say he is here for the finer things in life. Incredibly affectionate, humorous and open-minded, he is a flamboyant ball of fun to be around for everyone and he is always down for adventure- although, he is very good at persuading them to do something else if said adventure is not spicy enough for him. Although, some cats can be discomforted by him, as his eccentric attitude can come off unpredictable, and his materialistic obsession, ease to become jealous, and sarcastic tongue do not always play nice with others. He received his crumpled tail from a rockslide- his old name was Rosestorm.
BRUSHSTAR 」 ✧ 5 ÆM
dfab female ● asexual aromantic ● 98 moons
With her crushed velvet coat and slender figure, one can say Brushstar is a delicate cat. Her body is nimble and flexible with a long, slender torso, large, deep chest, arched back, and a stomach that curves upwards to form an almost underweight-appearing underbelly, all graceful arches and curves. However, with age, her sleek physique has sagged a bit, and her once-attractive curves of flexibility are now rigid coils. While her hide uses to be well-muscled to help in her great leaps, the substance has waned in her aging years. Her cranium is a small one, almost egg-shaped, and longer than it is wide, including a rounded forehead sloping to a high nose bridge and high cheekbones- she does not look that different from a fruit bat's face, honestly. Set within her visage are big, oval eyes that are slanted upwards in just the slightest and colored a dull amber shade. Gracing her weary body is a pelage of thin, short-length, crushed curls that ripple in waves across her body. Over time, they have become duller and less-managed, but they are nonetheless unique in their crisp, soft waves colored a base of white, but delicately decorated in small ornament details of black and orange in a classic calico. In the prime of her life, Brushstar had been incredibly smooth-talking, refined with a hint of crisp dry humor, thorough in all that she did. Even now, she still keeps methodical check of her clan that has been under her reign for years, her dedication and loyalty unrivaled by any leader before her. However, she has become forgetful, physically and mentally weaker, and becomes frustrated easily, erupting in poor, unthought decisions or choice of words. Although she appears to have accepted her inevitable, looming death, she still desperately clings to her life to see her clan through the difficult times they've faced, standing alongside her clanmates (mostly figuratively, as she has little energy to get up to eat anymore), just as she always has done with them.
FOGGYFUZZ 」 ✧ 5 ÆM
dfab female ● pansexual homoromantic ● 15 moons
A medium-sized molly with an elegant and yet muscular body is what creates this feline. A lean line with a semi-foreign body type, falling in a moderate scale somewhere between Oriental and Persian structure- athletic but not bulky, and with a fine-boned structure and well-formed muscles, high shoulders, and long limbs creates the foundation. Covering such a figure runs velvet skin and a coat of medium-length strands that are plush, glossy, and thick even as it runs off in notable plumes off her cheeks, neck, elbows, haunches, and tail. This pelage is colored a blue-smoke tone with the plush elegance of a Russian Blue's rare coat paired with softer edges and shading that runs throughout her fur. The lighter and cream-colored areas are relatively soft-shaded and not abrupt or startling in appearance although they are enough to be easily noticed and recognized that her fur is indeed not a solid- her fur is tipped in a gentle silver and cream. A modified wedge creates her cranium with a regal platelet that is more pointed than rounded and a tapering muzzle that ends in a charcoal black nose. Housed in this are two averagely set-apart, slightly oval-shaped optics that are both colored a startling, bright blue- her ears are relatively large. It is hard to dislike this excitable, optimistic feline with the energy of a thousand kits, while still retaining a humbleness in all her doing, and a responsible and mature way of completing tasks and speaking with others. Still, she is young, and has a lot to learn. She can be clumsy and forgetful, indecisive in her decisions. Simultaneously, she can be naive and gullible, easily led down winding trails and distracted.
Cougargrowl and Sparrowchirp are her fathers.
VIXENYOWL 」 ✧ 5 ÆM
dfab female ● biromantic demisexual ● 20 moons
This feline is marked by a muscular, willowy structure with a sturdy, flexible frame and athletic muscle. This includes a long, lean trunk with elegantly elongated limbs, a sturdy but lean chest, and powerful haunches. Her cranium is a slice of wedge with defined facial features and edges, big ears, and marked by large, expressive optics both colored a bright, warm honey shade. Covering her figure is a pelage medium-length and downy, glossy, and loosely curly that tightens to frame her face, around her elbows and haunches, and long tail. This pelage is colored a sultry hue of tan, red, and brown mixed together in various shades, lightening in her underbelly pattern to paler creams and tans. Various sprays of cinnamon, spice, copper, ginger, and orange flash across her body like streams of sunlight dappling her coat and turning it to liquid flame. Crowning in a layer overtop and across her body streaks starkly darker marbled bengal-tabby markings all across the length of her figure. As adventurous and carefree as the pull of the tides and the twinkle of sunlight within her fur, Vixenyowl is a bold, courageous, warm sort. She has, and always will be, pulled by the call of adventure and the mystere of the world for what it is and will eventually be. Her curiosity and insight are infectious, blazing through her life not like a quickly-burning match, but like flames of the sun, everlasting and compassionate and encompassing. Even so, she, like the tide and sun, she is unpredictable and devious and wants only her own independence and freedom, carelessly and naively so, and selfishly opionated and reckless. She can be forceful and demanding and devious, another stab of her wildness and her stubbornness despite her passions of which, without careful training, turn to an insatiable need for freedom and solitude, a burning flame alone in a cave without the sunlight to keep it a warm one.
The deputy is her father.
YARROWSPLINTER 」 ✧ 5 ÆM
dmab nonbinary ● panromantic asexual ● 23 moons
Many find this feline the epitome of strangeness, frankly many feel them to be ugly. A Sphynx is incredibly rare within this wilderness, a call to their past heritage as likely migrators to the Tempestclan area. His hard, muscled body is covered in a layer of fine, soft down that becomes slightly longer and thicker at her back, legs, and tail in an amusing show of a lion's tail puff. The amount of wrinkles across their body draw attention to their broad check, rounded abdomen, and firm, muscular legs that show he is no joke when it comes to physicality. Her paws are hairless and long, slender- a little creepy, really- and her paw pads are so thick they look like they have been walking on pillows. His body is not a peachy nude color. Instead, it is a lavender shade, with slightly darker points at their muzzle, paws, and tail. His cranium is that of a modified wedge shape, slightly longer than it is wide, edged with sparse, short whiskers, with high, sharp cheekbones, large ears, and large, lemon-shaped eyes, one colored a pale green, the other a bright blue. Both from his career as a medicine cat and her own personal life, Yarrowsplinter has cultivated a patient, level-headed personality. Little ruffles this cat's fur (figuratively, as he has no fur). Resourceful, reflective, and clean, she fit their work well. However, it is little secret that he is faithless in others, almost as though she does believe others can do things without her. He can hold grudges despite his high patience, and their conformist attitude leaves them behind in a lot of great adventures while simultaneously keeping a tough, skeptical, and reserved exterior.
Roleplay sample:
The tighten of sinew, such as a brace, was in a fashion that suggested instinct over intelligent mulls. But the movement didn't shift the molly's cranium away, as the momentary seep of unconscious was overtaken by a more prevalent, and more enjoyable, sensation. The touch to her hide was soft, a bare press to her skin, but it was there nonetheless. Because of this, the haggard stress which hung beneath imploring pearls livened and cleared to a more humane, personable visage. The tentative nature of said caress was not lost on the medicine cat's honed attention, but any musing of it didn't create a physical manifestation for itself against the softness of her expression. Instead, a more sincere formation came in a tender smile, rosette ears fluttering in a gesture of shy geniality. Obsidian eyes lilted towards the other, remained against the rogue's posture, even as eyelashes buckled beneath an instinctual and etiquette pressure not to stare too long- fear of politeness, fear of the other staring back at her too. There was only a slight tightening to the visage, a darkening of the jewels, as she grimly listened to the information of the Shadows said rankings. She had already figured such, when she was on the battlefield, beneath waves of the stench of blood, death, and primal figures. A look of sympathy cast to the other molly, a shifting on her toes like she was coming closer. She would wait for Dawn to become acquainted with the camp. For now, her need for need was subdued. Standing to attention, she would do all required and asked of her.
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 6, 2017 17:36:26 GMT -5
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Jul 6, 2017 20:20:07 GMT -5
Claim Prefixes: Harrier, Buzzard
ᴏᴡʟ | Deputy
Harriersky | dmab male | 41 moons
Well known for his cold appearance and even colder personality, not many will find themselves keen to cross Harriersky, whether it be because of the scars that line his pelt like webs, or the glare you're likely to receive upon taking note of them. Standing well above the average height of others, Harriersky naturally towers over his peers, with his massive head lifted high, and mountainous shoulders squared. His long limbs set him well apart from the rest of the herd, giving him the ability to speed ahead with but a single stride; and each muscled leg ends with a heavy paw, tipped with talon-like claws. His pelt is long and heavy, draping down his sides in great waves, while it's color is a deep assortment of intense brown tabby, split up only by the brilliant white that paints the area just between his yellow gaze. As for his personality, one can easily judge much of it by simply taking his appearance into account. Known for his solitary nature, and silent tendency to easily slide into a malicious state of mind, Harriersky is an altogether intimidating being, with a heart nothing short of forbidding. He is intelligent and calculated, and possesses a callous mindset, that pairs well with a taste for risking the unnecessary in order to achieve a better, far more rewarding outcome. Incredibly ambitious, Harrier has always been a hard and dedicated worker, with clear goals forever set before him; however, teamwork has never been among his specialties, and the tom is ever so infamously known for his ability to alienate and manipulate those around him, regardless of how admirably unflagging his work ethic is. Along with this, he has sometimes been known to blatantly hold prejudice against those who vary from the common image, and he is particularly harsh when dealing outsiders, or those who brand themselves as outsiders. This isn't an entirely surprising side to his personality, however, as the tom has always held a rather high image of himself, and can appear vaguely snobbish at times, when dealing with those he sees as lower than himself. Most are quite aware of this, of course, as- while he isn't quick to start up conversations or carry them- he is quick to make his intentions and thoughts clear, whether it be by telling you in the form of brutal honesty, or by brutality itself.
OTHER
( Old reply I spiffed up-- hOPEFULLY IT'S OKAY. )
If Pricklepaw was to be completely honest about his current state of affairs, he would probably have to be frank and tell you that it was as horrible as horrible could be, and far worse than he could have imagined his early life going. There were many reasons for this, as you could imagine, with just a few being that he was rather self-conscious and fidgety, just a bit out of shape, and not particularly in the best state of mind. The main reason, however, would have to be the fact that in the twelve moons of his existence, he had witnessed four deaths, and none all too timely in their arrival… or rather, their departure... and unfortunately, one could predict that there’d be more, if he didn't have his wits about him. Flicking his tail across the soft, peaty ground, Pricklepaw was silent for a moment as he studied the work before him. Like scales on a fat, gleaming fish, stacks upon stacks of herbs, berries, and other woodsy bits and pieces rested at his fidgeting paws, their colors muted by the sun that bleached them, and their scents nearly intoxicating... not that he noticed, of course. Even with their earthy smells permeating the air, and soaking into his pelt, practically staining his skin like a paste, so that he smelled floral and sweet, and shockingly pleasant, Pricklepaw smelled not a single thing out of the ordinary. He’d grown accustomed to it, you could say- nose blind, even, as silly of a phrase that was. He supposed that that just came along with the deal, in his line of work... His work; his excessive, neatly aligned work... His and his alone... Pricklepaw would be lying if he said that the death of his mentor hadn't taken a toll on him. Even if he was among the older of apprentices, he was still young and inexperienced, and had not a single cat to share this passion of his with- not now that Mistythroat was gone. There was no one to guide his paw when it hovered over the wrong leaf- no one to interrupt him when he named the wrong berry when prescribing the cure to a chest cold- no one to simply give his nose a flick to cheer him up when he was having a bad day. It was jarring, to say the least- jarring and utterly painful, but somehow... somehow, he was managing... sort of. ‘Pricklepaw,’ Sucking in a sharp breath of warm, summer-y air, the small tom practically leaped out of his skin as his name suddenly shattered the silence before him. With a bristling, fawn colored pelt, Pricklepaw was on his toes and spinning, his round face stiff with an electric panic as his eyes sought out the voice in question. “Cedarstar?” He meowed quickly, his voice high, and heart racing. What's Cedarstar doing here? He supposed that was a stupid question; after all, leaders did sometimes like to pay visits to their medicine cats, but Pricklepaw was new when it came to being in charge, and a leader's presence still made his stomach twist nervously. So, of course, he couldn't help but wonder this- as dumb as it was- as his gaze finally met with that of the large torbie's, who stood looming at the entrance of his den like a huge, mottled shadow. Regardless, he supposed there was only one way to find the answer to his frantic pondering. Gulping down his tangled nerves, the little apprentice was slow to pad in the direction of the tom, his steps hesitant and puzzled as he looked up at the great leader before him with large, dark copper eyes and a soft, round face. “May I help you, sir?” He asked. Please, don't tell me you're sick.
BUZZARDHISS 」 ᴏᴡʟ
dmab male ● heterosexual ● 25 moons
A large tom by nature, and one who has worked diligently in order to achieve as much, one thing is quite apparent about Buzzardhiss, and that would be the fact that he is- altogether- rather vain; it remains to be seen, however, whether you can tell as much by the smug look he decorates his face with, or the way in which he keeps his broad shoulders set firmly back, as proud looking as one can be. His sleek, dark pelt is typically kept clean and shiny, in order to show off the muscle he’s worked so hard to define, and it’s color is a heavy near black, with the brown tabby beneath obscured almost entirely by the thick black stripes that grace his fur. A white chin is held forever high, exposing an equally pale throat that leads down to one matching belly. Bright teeth are consistently bared in a contemptuous sneer, and light eyes, stuck somewhere between blue and green, leer brilliantly down at all who fall beneath them. All in all, there is nothing inherently wrong with his physical appearance… it is simply his character that makes it altogether challenging. With aggression and pride being his two most dominating traits, one could dare to say that Buzzardhiss is altogether infamously known for his poor and less than desirable qualities. With a spit-fire temper and a keen tendency to make none-too-logical assumptions, Buzzardhiss has always been rather skilled when it comes to stirring up hostilities, and can seemingly pull nonsense reasons to cause as much straight out of thin air. His loud-mouthed nature comes with impeccably askew timing, but his arrogance forbids him to admit as much; if he is speaking when he needs to be quiet, then his pride will tell him that his voice was very much needed, and that someone- he, himself- needed to change that. In fact, his swollen ego seems to obscure a lot of truths about himself from himself, or at least keeps him from admitting to them. His defiance also plays a terrible role in aiding this, and he is frighteningly quick to take offense; letting onto the fact that you see a flaw in his character often leads to quite the angry onslaught of words, and even claws, if you get him riled enough. If he’s in a better mood, however, you’re lucky if you only get a snide comment and a petty sneer, because- in the end- he is simply immature. His haughty temper and 'too-good-for-you' attitude gives him a juvenile air, making it is easy to see how he could resemble a snotty apprentice... though his self-image is, of course, quite different from that commonly shared view. As you can imagine- in relation to this- if there’s one thing he absolutely abhors, it’s being made a fool of, and being called childishly dumb- even if it’s true- is enough to earn one's self a whole moon’s worth of nonsensical torment, provided by yours truly.
other (any other need-to-know information; ex. kin)
roleplay sample
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Post by Sand on Jul 6, 2017 20:21:28 GMT -5
Completed ~ claim - - |can't believe my wife posted before me, what an insult.prefixes - hobble, spotted, sleepy, partridge.
SPOTTEDTROUT 」 Sandpaper
dfab female/female ● bisexual ● 26 moons
Spottedtrout is an ordinary, typical she-cat. Her build is nothing special for she doesn't have long legs, large paws, small ears, etc. She is, frankly, average. Covered by a medium length coat and colored brown, darker spotted tabby markings adorn her pelt where grey undertones are found. These undertones are not sharp; they are smooth and clean. Along with her brown spotted tabby coat and grey undertones comes a plain white muzzle and a pair of shiny yellow-green eyes. Like a kitten, this feline is seemingly stuck as her personality is unable to move forward even if it's just a fox length. If you ever desire authority or manipulation, Spottedtrout is the perfect candidate. Label her as a weakling, a coward, a wimp; it won't matter because she has yet to realize it. It'll be difficult to get it through that hard head of hers. It's not hard (at all) to sway this she-cat in the opposite direction that she's going whether it's in her thoughts or actions. It causes insecurity and confusion for her which is no surprise. As for some of her strengths, Spottedtrout is soft-hearted meaning that she is forgiving and sensitive. It's no surprise for she tries to keep her feelings under wraps, but that tends to be too hard to achieve. Her emotions are the true leader here, the one thing that leads her to anything and everything.
other: Spottedtrout didn't exactly know who her mother was. She met her once or twice, but that was it. She had no name and hardly a face to place it to. Instead, she was closer to her father, Speckledrock. Many say she resembles him. It is unknown if she had any littermates. As she grew, Spottedtrout fell for Sleepyshade, a warrior that is only 2 moons older than her. They were on and off and had discussed being official mates several times. It never happened as Sleepyshade was unfaithful. Her feelings for the tom are hard for her to mask, but she tries it anyways.
SLEEPYSHADE 」 Sandpaper
dmab/male ● pansexual ● 28 moons
Sleepyshade considers himself to be the best of the bestest and the most attractive, stunning tom out there. It's unfortunate, like most, he just average in the eyes of many felines. He has a solid, sturdy build with large paws and somewhat smaller-than-average ears. One may notice the soft, calming colors that decorate his pelt for it is brindled. It's easy to tell that Sleepyshade is a blue tortoiseshell tom as blue-grey, cream and white patches weave their away across his pelt. He has mischievous, glossy amber eyes. Sterile. Does that word mean anything to others? No, it does not mean much to an abundant of cats for they are not sterile like Sleepyshade. Some say it plays a role in his personality, though the tom himself has never spoken about it to his clanmates. To start, he is considered manipulative. Control, it is something he desires when it rests in his paws. To put it simply, he isn't interested in anything but playing games with others. Love means nothing to him and it just a word he treats like any other. He enjoys toying around with others and flirtation is one way to get what he wants. Some fall for it, some don't. Whether they do or do not, he can always move on to the next cat. He's quite the tease and especially a charmer. Not to mention he's also spontaneous and normally open about his life, Sleepyshade can come across as over friendly. There are no standards to relationships he shares with most of his clanmates, mainly when it comes to intimate/romantic ones. Other than that, he'll try to be a considerate friend.
other: As for Sleepyshade's past, he and his parents were not close growing up even when he was clanborn. He "inherited" his unfaithfulness from both of them as they didn't stick together for long. The tom was much closer with his mentor, Maplestem, who treated him as her own kit. Their relationship was nothing like the one he held with his parents, but it was still confusing. As a young warrior, Sleepyshade had been in a relationship with a she-cat named Spottedtrout. Sure, they had feelings for each other (which he would never admit to), but they were on and off. They discussed settling down together, but it's obvious that it never happened due to his unfaithful side. He claims he feels nothing for her anymore and likes to make it clear as day, especially with her around.
PARTRIDGEPAW 」 Sandpaper
dfab/female ● unknown ● 9 moons
An awfully fluffy, feathery she-cat, Partridgepaw carries a mass of fur on her young, limber bones. It may not be seen as attractive, but it's what she has and it doesn't bother her one bit. Silver grey is the most prominent color found upon her pelt, streaking from the top of her ears to her long tail. Faint mackerel tabby markings decorate her pelt but grow muddled with the scattered patches of pale ginger. There are also other grey-brown patches that are much more common on Partridgepaw's pelt. From her chin to her paws, her fur is completely white and left untouched like the socks found on her hind legs. Lastly, this she-cat has tall, tufted ears and muddy amber eyes.
A canny feline, Patridgepaw is fairly good at being sly with her movements. Quick-witted, she is alert at all times and isn't the type to listen to one's advice or criticism. She doesn't take criticism lightly and sees it as a jab at her which will upset her, no doubt there. Because of her difficulities with criticism and advice, this silver patched tabby holds her guard up high and can grow irritated easily if someone tries to break it down. This guard of hers is a protector to Partridgepaw and it's one of the few things she's not willing to let go of, regardless of the situation. She may not be the fun, adventurous type, but this apprentice could care less; she puts her own well-being before others and some day, that will lead to a horrible, horrible mistake.
other: no kin
roleplay sample .. Pricklestep && Juniperbee ..
Giving Snowbery his undivided attention, Pricklestep curled his thin tail around his small paws and was tuned in to her new findings. Interestingly enough, he too wasn't surprised; this path they were on always felt right to him. He wasn't sure about the others though; maybe they felt entirely different? As if it was a mistake to come along so far and then have to move on again?
Shrugging his shoulders, he had yet to notice that Juniperbee took after the rest of the deputies, who wanted involvement too. They must have thought they were a little special group on their own, but now wasn't the time to interrupt the importance of Bluestar's word. She was a well trusted source for the clans.
Juniperbee kept her distance from Pricklestep as much as possible for she didn't want him to know she was following him around. It wasn't right, but once she noticed Minkfur was there, she knew what she was doing was completely fine. Overhearing Minkfur's snort, she couldn't help but come to the RiverClan medicine cat's defense. "Don't be so featherbrained, Minkfur," she meowed, hissing lightly. "I doubt StarClan has favorites and if they did, they would surely show it."
As soon as the WindClan medicine cat heard a very familiar voice, his ears perked up and swiveled in her direction. She followed me? After all of that? he thought, growing irritable. This wasn't a place for her to be nor was it one for Minkfur even if he was a medicine cat. "I'm sorry for the interruption, Snowberry," Pricklestep apologized, dipping his head meekly to the white she-cat.
The WindClan medicine cat's eyes met Juniperbee's, narrowing angrily at he glared at her for several moments. Why she followed him, he knew. Why she disobeyed him, he didn't know; he had never had this problem with the deputy before and it was somewhat suspicious to him. I'll deal with her later. Bluestar's prophecy matters more than Juniperbee's childish acts, the cream tabby told himself. "Of course. I believe it's worth it. After all, it's all we have to go on for now, correct?" he stated, flicking his tail slowly.
Taken aback by Pricklestep's glare, the calico hunkered down in her position where she had been trying to "hide". She was sought out already and there was no going back.
PLOT AUDITION FORM - group member
Sandpaper | HOBBLESWAY | TOM/MALE | 30 to 33 MOONS
Just noticing the way this feline walks might give a hint to his name. He has a slight limp in his left hind leg and paw, giving the tom the name of Hobblesway; for his limp and the way his body sways when he moves. One could call him handsome if wanted, but he's just considered average to most. Hobblesway is a tad bit smaller than most toms of his age with slightly longer limbs with a lanky stature. Covered in a shade of dark brown known as sepia, this is only the first base to cover Hobblesway's pelt. Across this dark brown base comes even darker sepia tabby stripes, that continue down to his tail, legs, and of course, his face. Mottled in between the tabby stripes and plain dark brown fur, this tom has faint beige patches. They tend to overlap the stripes, though it adds a subtle feel instead. His chest, underbelly, and paws are also beige like the patches found on his fur. Accompanying the array of colors found on his pelt are seafoam green eyes.
Hobblesway is sort of.. a different tom from most. First off, he falls easily for anything and when saying anything, it truly means that. For example, if one were to say something sarcastic, he might not catch on immediately. That would lead him into a moment of questioning and slowly piecing everything together when he realizes it was just a sarcastic joke. To be fair to Hobblesway, one might want to be careful with what they say in case an incident like this occurs. Another thing that he might be slightly obsessed with is- love, a true hopeless romantic. Oddly, yes, a tom obsessed with love. It's not necessarily normal, though that's what makes Hobblesway himself. He has always dreamt of finding his one and only, the she-cat of his dreams. As much as he wants, this feline can dream on and on about something that's likely or even unlikely to happen. On to some of his more well-seen traits, Hobblesway is (obviously) clumsy because of his injury. He wasn't made for agility of any sorts and that might be why he does better at being a day-dreamer. He's normally shy around his clanmates, but from time to time he can be out-going. Otherwise, one will find Hobblesway keeping to a close group of friends, an acquaintance, or even a love interest.
OTHER - ROLEPLAY SAMPLE Frankly, Badgerpaw didn't expect to see a flash of golden fur aiming at him with claws streaking through the night so swiftly that he couldn't make out every feature of the she-cat. Not to mention her blinding white teeth didn't help either. Squinting and realizing the position he had put himself in was a horrible, horrible move. Dear StarClan! I can't.. I can't move..! he thought, faltering to gather his bearings and prepare himself for a spar with the newly named stranger.
"You could have made things easier, y'know.. Like giving me your name, for example. We wouldn't have to do this," he spat, unsure if he should lift his head up and take the blow with ease or try to dodge it. No.. she's too close to getting my head; she'll have me in seconds, the tom told himself, unsheathing his claws carefully. "Forgive you? Who needs forgiveness when you can result to violent actions and harsh words? There's no way I'm forgiving you if you injure me in any way, WindClan scum."
It was too late now to beg for mercy; he had done himself in and caused the chaos that was going to take place any moment now. The snowshoe cat would take it like a warrior, earn himself a battle scar or two and improve his skills.
What had he been thinking, to mess with such a cat? Clearly the wild, fiery side of her was a facade.. right? She was trying to fool him, he was sure of it! Unfortunately, he didn't have the time to debate his thoughts; he had to act and he had to be fast. One wrong move meant he would be tossing and tumbling with the apprentice.
Silently hoping and praying that she wouldn't roughhouse him too much, Badgerpaw kept himself low to the ground before arching his back, anticipating that the golden-furred she-cat's claws would dig into his back instead of his head. If she was going to deliver a hard hit, he would rather his back take the majority of it than his head. It would surely heal faster or that's what he was assuming. Still keeping his back arched, he lifted his unsheathed claws out of the heather land, expecting that Sunpaw would have all her focus on landing a blow on his head. |
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 7, 2017 7:30:31 GMT -5
SandThat is a beautiful audition! Just make sure to specify which slot you are trying out for with that character c:
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 7, 2017 7:31:49 GMT -5
ᴏᴡʟGreat audition my friend! The part of the deputy will be decided at the end of today.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2017 8:27:58 GMT -5
Silentwind 」BrambleIsBack dfab female ● Asexual ● 36 moons Silentwind is not a particularly muscular, heavy-set, or sturdy she-cat. Her frail build makes her very weak and not intimidating, so she can be a very easy target of bullying. Over this small and weak frame there is a very light, thin coat of wispy white fur covered with soft pale gray swirls that dart across the blank white canvas. As she walks, those swirls seem to be ever-moving and gives her a flowy appearance. Her long limbs are gangling and unusual for her small body, and her large paws are clumsy and awkward. Her ears are large and tall, almost like those of a bat's. Just her in general is a strange sight to see, with her odd fur and disproportionate limbs or features. However, there is a strange beauty to this mismatched and awkward cat, with a sort of ghostly feeling always surrounding her. Maybe it is because of her exceptionally flowy and soft white fur, or maybe it is because of her face. Yes, her face is the most striking thing about her. It is long-muzzled and narrow like the face of a fox, but has such exceptionally wide eyes that stand out even more from that. The irises are a vibrant shade of green, but speckled with a rusty hazel that makes for a strange yet beautiful color. Just that specific mix of colors makes her gaze seem to bore into your soul, a scary and odd sensation. Silentwind is just as unique as her looks, and they are not deceiving at all. She is a quirky cat that has a distinctive personality that one can never match. Mostly this she-cat is quiet, cold, and icy with a ghostly aura about her, and these are her most prominent traits. She can appear practically out of nowhere and move in an eerily silent way, hence her name. Certain cats she tends to distrust and stay away from, but she treats the majority of her clanmates with indifference. Despite her frosty and cold exterior, she has a multitude of feelings tucked away where no one can find them. Her emotions and thoughts often take over her head and she slips away from reality for a moment to reflect and dream, making her look like her head is nearly always in the clouds during this precious reflection time about once or twice every day. Surprisingly with all this strange dreaming she manages to keep her excellent memory and wits sharp, remembering details of everything as if they were real pictures inside of her head. Many cats admire her for that, but stay wary around her because she just seems to not want them around sometimes. Her quirks are many, but in all she is surprisingly quite a respectable and professional cat. OTHER roleplay sample: Sparrowpaw felt a prick of excitement as she trotted along in the bright forest, all alone. This was her first hunting trip without her horrible ( and annoying ) mentor following her around like he was her kin or something. Stifling a giggle, she thought of his silly gruff tone and his silly voice. "Blah blah blah, do this! Do that!" Nearly rolling over with laughter on the spot, she stopped herself and decided to actually concentrate for once. She told herself that if Tallbirch saw her coming back with nothing, he would either strike her or claw her. That was how things went in the clan.... Apprentices were nothing but ants to the big warrior. With a small sigh Sparrowpaw decided to ignore the dark truths and focus on the bright things in life.
The sun was out! The birds were singing! Her muscles didn't feel as sore from training anymore! The sky was blue, and everything would be alright. Smiling to herself, the happy young she-cat continued on her walk in the forest and began sniffing the air for traces of scents. There were so many, and she tried to separate them from one another. It- it was so hard! Scrunching up her face in concentration, she finally picked up the strong smell of a squirrel that wafted across the light morning breeze.
Squirrel, squirrel! Delicious- Oops, never mind. I won't be able to eat my catch anyways, best not to think about it. With a little laugh she unsheathed her claws and began following the terrific scent to where it originated from. Keeping her pawsteps light and her body low to the ground, she felt a push of excitement. Finally her mother and sister would be proud of her, because she would catch the biggest squirrel in the territory.
Slowly the scent became unbearably strong, and Sparrowpaw knew she was near the catch. Silence was the key, everyone told her. Carefully treading across the forest floor, she rounded a corner around a tree and suddenly came face to face with a fat red squirrel for just about a second before it darted away. Sparrowpaw growled as she sprinted after it with long, quick bounds. Thankfully her reaction was fast and she was barely a step away from the squirrel. Taking one final leap to trap it underneath her, she closed her eyes and prayed that she would land squarely underneath her. Instead, a squelching noise as she landed on the ground with a thump came out.
"Fox-dung! I always have to mess up..." Sparrowpaw wanted to burst out and curse the entire forest, but suppressed her anger as she slowly got up. Looking down, she realized that she had landed in a mud puddle and feeling her fur grow clogged and heavy with the goop. Not bothering to hunt anymore, she collected herself gingerly and began plodding back to camp. She was not in good spirits anymore after this botched hunting trip.. The birds had seemed to stop singing as she went back, almost knowing that Sparrowpaw would be punished and ridiculed. She was not looking forward to it... ( Making a male later, I'm a bit tired now ) |
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 7, 2017 9:45:02 GMT -5
@brambleisback
Thats alright, I can add your character now if you wish- unless it is meant as a try-out for a role, in which, please specify what role she is being auditioned with! Otherwise, I can add her now c:
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2017 9:49:48 GMT -5
( I guess I could try out for her being in the group )
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 7, 2017 9:53:55 GMT -5
( I guess I could try out for her being in the group )
If you wish to have Silentwind audition as part of The Group, I see no reason as to why they cannot be part of it. Congrats! If you accept this, then you now have a plot-relevent character. Your activity levels should reflect your increased participation in roleplay, as you have a character who is intricately involved in the plot.
Be aware that if you choose to take this position, you cannot audition for another plot-relevent character of this set. However, when the next set is up for auditions, you may audition for a slot there. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2017 9:55:25 GMT -5
( Okay, no problem. Thanks! )
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Genderqueer
Ivyfang
Queer in every sense of the word
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Post by Ivyfang on Jul 7, 2017 10:08:23 GMT -5
Suncloud 」 Ivyfang
Dfab male ● gay ● 19
Suncloud has very long fur that is tan with a white underside, making his tan fur look like a blanket with the slightest tabby markings on his face and tail. He has pale green eyes and is larger than many cats especially for his age. Despite this he is extremely soft and kind hearted. He is shy and prefers to keep to himself, but is a playful dork when he's comfortable with someone.
Other
A drop of water landed on Sunclouds nose. He twitched and opened his eyes to a gloomy warriors den. It was dark, but Suncloud could hear the rain outside and many nest were empty, so he guessed dawn had passed. He didn't want to go out the rain, but he stretched and went out anyway. He had a duties to take care of. Droplets of rain soaked his long fur, dragging it down, making him feel heavy. Trudged across the muddy camp to the fresh kill pile poked through what was left of the soggy prey until he settled on a sparrow. He rarely ate birds, as he thought the feathers were a hassle, but it was the driest peice of meat he could find. Hopefully the hunting patrols would return soon. He ate in his usual place were no cat really bothered him, and that was fine with him. He never really needed any cat talk to or share tounges with, though it was nice when he did, he preferred to be alone. After eating he tried to shake some of the mud of his paws, to no avail, and decided to hide in the shelter of the dens, and rest until he was set on patrol or something.
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 7, 2017 10:18:05 GMT -5
Ivyfang
Thank you for joining! Your character will be added, and you can begin roleplaying immediately.
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 7, 2017 14:08:22 GMT -5
I feel like cougargrowl and Suncloud should be brothers |
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 7, 2017 15:07:28 GMT -5
I'd like that. Also I'm going to post another character form in a sec. |
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Ivyfang
Queer in every sense of the word
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Post by Ivyfang on Jul 7, 2017 15:24:32 GMT -5
Silverclaw 」 Ivyfang
Dfab female ● pansexual ● 25
Silverclaw, ironically, has not a single dash of silver on her. Instead she is mostly white with a dark brown cap cape,and tail, all of which are striped with lighter brown tabby markings. She also has smaller spots under her chin, on her hind legs, and nose, and a white teardrop shape laying crooked on her back. Her pale eyes, flecked with dark browns shine with excitement and energy. She loves to horse around and is always up to mischief. Her small frame makes it easy for her to sneak around while she tracks her next victim. She is feisty and sarcastic and generally annoying, but she does has a soft side. She is very affectionate towards other cats often forces her attention upon them. She has an especially soft spot for kits.
other former rouge
Warrior
Does the one for lioncloud count?
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 7, 2017 15:30:14 GMT -5
Silverclaw 」 Ivyfang Dfab female ● pansexual ● age Silverclaw, ironically, has not a single dash of silver on her. Instead she is mostly white with a dark brown cap cape,and tail, all of which are striped with lighter brown tabby markings. She also has smaller spots under her chin, on her hind legs, and nose, and a white teardrop shape laying crooked on her back. Her pale eyes, flecked with dark browns shine with excitement and energy. She loves to horse around and is always up to mischief. Her small frame makes it easy for her to sneak around while she tracks her next victim. She is feisty and sarcastic and generally annoying, but she does has a soft side. She is very affectionate towards other cats often forces her attention upon them. She has an especially soft spot for kits. other former rouge Warrior Does the one for lioncloud count?
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Post by Sand on Jul 7, 2017 16:14:51 GMT -5
SandThat is a beautiful audition! Just make sure to specify which slot you are trying out for with that character c: [ thank you so much! I've added it in, sorry about that. ]] |
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 7, 2017 16:17:20 GMT -5
Sand That is a beautiful audition! Just make sure to specify which slot you are trying out for with that character c: [ thank you so much! I've added it in, sorry about that. ]]
Congrats! If you accept this, then you now have a plot-relevent character. Your activity levels should reflect your increased participation in roleplay, as you have a character who is intricately involved in the plot.
Be aware that if you choose to take this position, you cannot audition for another plot-relevent character of this set. However, when the next set is up for auditions, you may audition for a slot there. |
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Jul 7, 2017 16:27:32 GMT -5
ᴏᴡʟ Great audition my friend! The part of the deputy will be decided at the end of today.
I'mma make more OCs now-- I was too tired to make more last night, but now I"m pUMPED ON SODA AND READY TO RUMBLE. |
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 7, 2017 16:28:48 GMT -5
ᴏᴡʟ Great audition my friend! The part of the deputy will be decided at the end of today.
I'mma make more OCs now-- I was too tired to make more last night, but now I"m pUMPED ON SODA AND READY TO RUMBLE. |
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Post by Sand on Jul 7, 2017 17:33:56 GMT -5
[ thank you so much! I've added it in, sorry about that. ]]
Congrats! If you accept this, then you now have a plot-relevent character. Your activity levels should reflect your increased participation in roleplay, as you have a character who is intricately involved in the plot.
Be aware that if you choose to take this position, you cannot audition for another plot-relevent character of this set. However, when the next set is up for auditions, you may audition for a slot there.[ I'm down for it! I'll do my best to be as active as possible, it shouldn't be a problem. Alright, thank you again ~ <3 ] |
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Jul 8, 2017 0:54:17 GMT -5
Milk tea | The other candidate
Lilylighting | Female | 34 Moons
Lilylighting is a cream colored she-cat with golden brown fawn spots on her lower back chest and flanks. She is a but on the smaller side but has a slender form. She has short, silky fur that shines gold in the sunlight. Giving her a signature soft, beautiful appearance; matching her sky-blue eyes. Lilylighting has a gentle attitude and calm temperament, she truly has a heart of gold. Even though her size alone puts her at a disadvantage, she is known or being lighting fast and swift on her paws; which gives her a great advantage in battle. Lilylighting is humble and kind, she will help out anyone in need. But she is also brave, reserved and serious at times; never making rash or quick decisions. Although it seems that her mind is always awake and never sleeps, which makes sleeking hard. She is kind to everyone so she always puts on a smile to hide her true feelings. This she cat tends to doubt herself sometimes, she sometimes feels helpless or hopeless but tries to be strong for everyone.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE ~ Whiteraven listened to the pitter patter of his paws on the cave floor, before glancing over his shoulder to look at Dawnlily. Who was staring at the fresh kill pile, he snickered. "Are you starving to death cause it looks like you about devour that whole pile." He said teasingly, with a smile on his face. Quickening his pace, he padded up alongside Dawnlily to the fresh kill pile while she started to rummage through the prey. He sat down studying his options, he didn't really have a favorite kind of prey. He closed his blue eyes and stuck his muzzle into the pile grabbing the first thing that came in contact with his muzzle, he cautiously opened his eye to see what he got; treating it almost like a game. He held a a finch in his jaws, at the sight of his prey he sighed. Then turning his gaze to the tortoiseshell's he mewed between the bird in his jaws, "Looks like I'm having a bird today." He set down the bird and looked around everyone was buzzing with life, but he couldn't keep his gaze from admiring the tortoiseshell's golden amber eyes, there was something intriguing about the confident warrior but he couldn't put his tongue on it.
Milkblossom 」 Milk tea
Female/Female ● Straight ● 34 Moons
Milkblossom is a pale silvery grey she-cat, with white speckles covering her back; along with white toes, lower jaw, chest and tail tip. Her body consists of medium-short, soft, sleek fur. Under her coat lay lean and well muscled limbs, She is quite lengthy with a some what bushy tail, she has pointy lynx like ear tips and cheeks tufts that stick out to the sides. Although she is a Turkish angora just like her sister but her chest fur curves at the tips making them stick out, she has sky-blue eyes with green flecks; making them a pretty blueish green. Milkblossom is warm and sweet just like mothers milk, she has a mother composure which is how she got her name; she isn't afraid to speak her mind and stick up for what is right.
Sister is Lavenderdream and Lilylighting
warrior
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Lavenderdream 」 Milk tea
Female/Female ● Bisexual ● 34 Moons
Lavenderdream is formally known as a Turkish Angora, she has a pearl white coat, her fur is medium-long which is longer on her ruff, tail, and thighs. She has high cheek bones with wide, tall and pointed ears; with long ear tufts. Her body is long, sleek and slender; She has long lean legs, her back legs are longer than the front. Her tail is straight, narrow, and well feathered, she has dark blue eyes that seem to glow blue making them brighter at night. Lavenderdream is sassy, a little rude but she's only teasing. She loves adventure and taking risks, she can be found roaming the territory at night. She is quite mysterious but some how elegant, Lavenderdream smiles to hide her pain inside.
Sisters are Milkblossom and Lilylighitng
warrior
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 8, 2017 6:39:22 GMT -5
Milk tea | The other candidate
Lilylighting | Female | 34 Moons
Lilylighting is a cream colored she-cat with golden brown fawn spots on her lower back chest and flanks. She is a but on the smaller side but has a slender form. She has short, silky fur that shines gold in the sunlight. Giving her a signature soft, beautiful appearance; matching her sky-blue eyes. Lilylighting has a gentle attitude and calm temperament, she truly has a heart of gold. Even though her size alone puts her at a disadvantage, she is known or being lighting fast and swift on her paws; which gives her a great advantage in battle. Lilylighting is humble and kind, she will help out anyone in need. But she is also brave, reserved and serious at times; never making rash or quick decisions. Although it seems that her mind is always awake and never sleeps, which makes sleeking hard. She is kind to everyone so she always puts on a smile to hide her true feelings. This she cat tends to doubt herself sometimes, she sometimes feels helpless or hopeless but tries to be strong for everyone.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE ~ Whiteraven listened to the pitter patter of his paws on the cave floor, before glancing over his shoulder to look at Dawnlily. Who was staring at the fresh kill pile, he snickered. "Are you starving to death cause it looks like you about devour that whole pile." He said teasingly, with a smile on his face. Quickening his pace, he padded up alongside Dawnlily to the fresh kill pile while she started to rummage through the prey. He sat down studying his options, he didn't really have a favorite kind of prey. He closed his blue eyes and stuck his muzzle into the pile grabbing the first thing that came in contact with his muzzle, he cautiously opened his eye to see what he got; treating it almost like a game. He held a a finch in his jaws, at the sight of his prey he sighed. Then turning his gaze to the tortoiseshell's he mewed between the bird in his jaws, "Looks like I'm having a bird today." He set down the bird and looked around everyone was buzzing with life, but he couldn't keep his gaze from admiring the tortoiseshell's golden amber eyes, there was something intriguing about the confident warrior but he couldn't put his tongue on it.Milkblossom 」 Milk tea birth gender/Female ● sexuality ● age Milkblossom is a pale silvery grey she-cat, with white speckles covering her back; along with white toes, lower jaw, chest and tail tip. Her body consists of medium-short, soft, sleek fur. Under her coat lay lean and well muscled limbs, She is quite lengthy with a some what bushy tail, she has pointy lynx like ear tips and cheeks tufts that stick out to the sides. Although she is a Turkish angora just like her sister but her chest fur curves at the tips making them stick out, she has sky-blue eyes with green flecks; making them a pretty blueish green. Milkblossom is warm and sweet just like mothers milk, she has a mother composure which is how she got her name; she isn't afraid to speak her mind and stick up for what is right. Sister is Lavenderdream and Lilylighting warrior roleplay sample Lavenderdream 」 Milk tea birth gender/Female ● sexuality ● age Lavenderdream is formally known as a Turkish Angora, she has a pearl white coat, her fur is medium-long which is longer on her ruff, tail, and thighs. She has high cheek bones with wide, tall and pointed ears; with long ear tufts. Her body is long, sleek and slender; She has long lean legs, her back legs are longer than the front. Her tail is straight, narrow, and well feathered, she has dark blue eyes that seem to glow blue making them brighter at night. Lavenderdream is sassy, a little rude but she's only teasing. She loves adventure and taking risks, she can be found roaming the territory at night. She is quite mysterious but some how elegant, Lavenderdream smiles to hide her pain inside. Sisters are Milkblossom and Lilylighitng warrior roleplay sample |
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Jul 8, 2017 13:29:31 GMT -5
[ Ooc: ] Oops did i forgot to do that? I'll fix it right away lol
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