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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 8, 2017 13:42:25 GMT -5
[ Ooc: ] Oops did i forgot to do that? I'll fix it right away lol
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Jul 8, 2017 13:51:11 GMT -5
[ Ooc: ] Awesome Arigato, but Before we rp, Im going to add a tom.
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 8, 2017 13:52:26 GMT -5
[ Ooc: ] Before we rp, Im going to add a tom.
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Jul 8, 2017 17:15:15 GMT -5
Jadefeather 」 roleplayer name
male/male ● straight ● 22 Moons
Jadefeather is the color of shadow with short silky fur, he has strange bright green eyes; it seems his eyes fade into a darker green near the outer edge of his pupil. He has a pointed face along with medium sized pointy ears, he is somewhat on the smaller side but not by much. He has a long tail with long lean legs, Jadefeather is laid back but in a more serious way, he has a great sense of humor; he is generally cool with anything except bullying or hurting others. Jadefeather isn't one to just start a battle for no reason, He isn't rash of quick when making decisions, he says follow your heart, where ever it may lead you. This tom is quite confident in himself and a bit sarcastic.
No known family
Warrior
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 8, 2017 18:27:12 GMT -5
Jadefeather 」 roleplayer name male/male ● sexuality ● 22 Moons Jadefeather is the color of shadow with short silky fur, he has strange bright green eyes; it seems his eyes fade into a darker green near the outer edge of his pupil. He has a pointed face along with medium sized pointy ears, he is somewhat on the smaller side but not by much. He has a long tail with long lean legs, Jadefeather is laid back but in a more serious way, he has a great sense of humor; he is generally cool with anything except bullying or hurting others. Jadefeather isn't one to just start a battle for no reason, He isn't rash of quick when making decisions, he says follow your heart, where ever it may lead you. This tom is quite confident in himself and a bit sarcastic. No known family Warrior |
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 8, 2017 18:28:01 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.
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 ♡ Bun ♡ on Jul 8, 2017 18:36:15 GMT -5
[ Ooc: ] Sweet awesome!! I accept
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Post by ✩ ℒ𝑒𝒶𝒻𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔 ✩ on Jul 13, 2017 2:14:23 GMT -5
Fawnpaw 」 ✩ ℒ𝑒𝒶𝒻𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔 ✩ Female ● Bisexual ● 6 Moons Petite and slender, this tiny she-cat can simply be placed under the category of adorable. Simply put, Fawnpaw is comprised of 90% fluff and 10% cat. This molly has hardly grown more than the size of a young kit. The runt of a litter of three and sharing the lineage of generations of smaller cats throughout family history, it was to no cats surprise when Fawnpaw was born to be abnormally small. What they didn't expect was that she would hardly grow even after her birth. Fawnpaw has tiny legs, due to her miniature stature, but in comparison to her body, they appear to be long and lithe reminiscent of her namesake. Although rather skinny, she is a somewhat muscular under all of her fur due to extra training to keep her strength up. Her fur is extremely long, dense and thick and allows her to feign being slightly larger than she is. Her fur is down like in its softness and she boasts a long fluffy tail. Fawnpaw's pelt is strikingly similar to the animal she was named after. It is comprised of various shades of brown and dappled with white running down the length of her spine. She appears to have saddle like markings beginning at her shoulder and ending just slightly past her flank. Her paws are a brilliant white alongside her tail-tip, ear tips, chest and muzzle, it appears as if a light snow had dusted her pelt as a kit, staining it with it's frosty color. Fawnpaw's nose is a pale pink which further adds onto her delicate appearance and starkly sticks out in contrast to her white muzzle. Her eyes are a dazzling bright shade of amber speckled with slightly darker and lighter flecks making them appear to shimmer. Fawnpaw is a very timid she-cat. Even as a young kit, she was so shy that she would sometimes go all night with a thorn in her nest because she was to farouche to speak up. As she grows up she becomes a little bit more confident in herself but she remains quite sheepish and insecure around other cats, especially when she is not that familiar with them. It may take awhile to get to know this mousy she-cat due to her initial introverted nature, but once she opens up to a cat, she becomes very open and rather talkative. Fawnpaw is extremely passionate about becoming a medicine cat and her sweet and nurturing nature is a great asset in dealing with patients. She is extremely selfless and very patient with vats of all sorts. The possibly of her snapping is almost non-existent, but if she does get pushed way too far or knows a cat is in danger of any sorts, she will most certainly step up and be more assertive. Fawnpaw's strength may not be in her muscles, but it most certainly lies in her brain. She is an extremely intelligent she-cat and immensely wise beyond her years. Her small size though lacking in brawn, allows for speed, stealth and agility due to being so light on her paws. Born to Dawncloud and Sandwhisp in a litter of three, Fawnpaw was not only born the runt, but also the only kit to inherit her mother's families abnormal size. Both Dawncloud and Sandwhisp coddled her, much to her siblings vexation. She was never too interested in play fighting with the other kits and even when she tried she was never able to keep up with them and she found them much too loud and rambunctious. One day seeking peace and quiet away from her over protective parents and obnoxiously wild siblings, she stumbled into the medicine cat den. Seeing how peaceful it was she asked the medicine cat if she could stay and watch the typical daily duties. Every day she would return and soon began to learn the various herbs and how to treat different injuries. One day one of her littermates had gotten a thorn stuck in their paw while the medicine cat was out gathering herbs. She remembered everything she had observed the medicine cat do and quickly acted, relieving her denmate of pain and earning a large amount of awe from her clanmates. When the medicine cat returned she agreed to make Fawnkit her apprentice. Fawnpaw loves every day of being a medicine cat and always works her hardest, she's excited for what the future holds. Medicine Cat Apprentice Role-Play Example(From a past group!) : Coconuthusk sat in her cove busily sorting through colossal stacks of varied colorful herbs, which earlier were scattered messily across the den floor. Now, after what felt like several excruciating moons of, "Check. Sort. Stack.", only three neat piles remained, organized by type of herb and vitality. Although the job itself was one of the more monotonous tasks of being a Medicine Cat, it at least gave some type of excitement to an already rather mundane evening. She sighed. Well I guess it is at least kind of a good thing there hasn't been much excitement today, a day with no injuries is a good day, but a rather boring one at that. With a soft chuckle she looked back down at her work and began to gather up the pile of dock within her strong jaws to take back into the natural shelves and clefts she called her "storage". Brushing past a layer of draping lichen, she comfortably felt her long, soft pelt, brush against the grooves of the tunnels walls, worn smooth by many generations of water and weathering. To many cats, this would be a daunting task; as the tunnel to her storage was rather dark, and the damp earth and dripping sound of distant water could completely flood your senses and invoke a panic to a cat not used to relying on their whiskers. But this was of no concern to Coconuthusk, as she rather found it relaxing and a nice place to think when she wanted some time for herself. She knew these tunnels better than the back of her paw and she had no fear of hitting a wall. Finally after a few fox-lengths she turned and entered her storage cove. A small amount of light trickled in from somewhere up above providing vision and a small stream of water ran out from behind a large rock, forming a decent sized shallow pool in the corner of the cave, perfect for cleaning paws, soaking herbs and growing small plants next to it. It was any Medicine Cat's dream to have a den like this, she let out a happy and pleasured sigh as she was in awe of the sight, just as much as the first time she found it. After placing the fresh pile of dock into it's specific nook, she sat on her haunches and drew her tongue across her paws and began to reminisce on when MysticClan gave the sign for her to be the Clan's next healer. As she quickly became lost in thought, she was quickly jolted out of her daze by a loud shriek. "Coconuthusk!!! HELP!" By the high pitched sound of the voice echoing through her cave, she could recognize it to be the voice of a young kit. Leaping to her paws, she sprinted through the tunnels and slid into the front cove where her small gray tabby patient awaited, accompanied by a large slate colored she-cat, who wore a fearful expression on her face while glancing at her small son writing in agony. "I'm here, I'm here, calm down little one." Wordlessly, Coconuthusk rushed to the kit's side and instantly saw the problem. She stifled an amused purr as she saw a small sand crab clamped onto the kit's thrashing tail. "He snuck out of my sight for a heartbeat and suddenly I heard his cries and found him like this, Oh Coconuthusk, will he be okay?" The kit whimpered before adding in with a whine. "Will you have to cut my tail off?" The medicine cat twitched her ears, "I don't think you have to worry about a crab cutting your tail off, Shadekit, but bad kits who sneak out of camp may get their tail taken by the Revenants." Shadekit's eyes grew wide and he let out a squeak. The kit's mother narrowed her eyes and snorted. "There's no way he left camp! My son knows better!" Coconuthusk simply rolled her eyes. "Darkwaters, this type of crab is only found on the far beach, I'd know because I go there for herbs quite often, actually. And how would you know considering how little time you've actually been out of the nursery since you became mates with Stormrift the night of your warrior ceremony?" The young mother turned a dark crimson and licked her chest fur in embarrassment. "Well... can you please help him?" The Medicine cat gave the crying tom-kit a few comforting licks across the top of his head, flicking her bushy tail she motioned for Darkwaters to take her place, the switch went unnoticed by the sobbing kit. With one swift motion, the small molly bit hard into the shell of the crab piercing it's soft flesh beneath it's crunchy shell. The crab fell off dead almost instantly. Shadekit was still sobbing as he hadn't even noticed the crab being removed, neither had his fussing mother. Inspecting the area the crab once was, Coconuthusk saw the flesh was swollen, but not punctured, it would only leave a bruise that would last a day or two, due to the crabs young state. Reaching behind her she grabbed a few poppy seeds that she was sorting before the mishap, and then nudged them to the kit. "Open your eyes and take these, it'll help with the pain. Darkwaters, be sure to get him to sleep after you take him to the nursery, and give him two more when he wakes the first time, come back and check with me at dawn, all he'll have is a bruise at worst, but I rather be safe than sorry." The queen was baffled and blinked in shock. "H-how did you do it so fast?" The kit whimpered and lapped up the seeds, then he looked at his stubby kitten tail and squealed in delight. The Medicine Cat smiled, "I learned from the best. Now, I'd like to have a word with your son, alone, if you need some poppy for the shock come back. Now scurry along, and close that jaw before you swallow a bug!" The queen blinked, scarcely understanding as she bumbled out of the cave, and back to the nursery. Facing the kit, the molly let out a gentle purr. "Now my little warrior, no more expositions out of camp unless you're with a warrior, there's a lot worse than a small crab that can hurt you, and even I can't heal everything, understand?" The kit nodded. "Good. Now I want you to go and tell your friends in the morning how you got your bruise from a battle, that'll get you some credit, and if they don't believe you, send em to me." Swiping her tongue across the little tabby's ears she helped him to his paws. "Now, go get some rest, the poppy is already working, you need a nice sleep if you want to heal and grow big and strong, go find your momma." The tabby bumbled back to the nursery, after making sure he was safely in his nest, the Medicine Cat returned to her den and retreated to her nest, even a boring day was a tiring one. Wrapping her tail across her nose she began to drift off easily. "I love being a Medicine Cat." |
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 13, 2017 8:57:15 GMT -5
Fawnpaw 」 ✩ ℒ𝑒𝒶𝒻𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔 ✩ Female ● Bisexual ● 6 Moons Petite and slender, this tiny she-cat can simply be placed under the category of adorable. Simply put, Fawnpaw is comprised of 90% fluff and 10% cat. This molly has hardly grown more than the size of a young kit. The runt of a litter of three and sharing the lineage of generations of smaller cats throughout family history, it was to no cats surprise when Fawnpaw was born to be abnormally small. What they didn't expect was that she would hardly grow even after her birth. Fawnpaw has tiny legs, due to her miniature stature, but in comparison to her body, they appear to be long and lithe reminiscent of her namesake. Although rather skinny, she is a somewhat muscular under all of her fur due to extra training to keep her strength up. Her fur is extremely long, dense and thick and allows her to feign being slightly larger than she is. Her fur is down like in its softness and she boasts a long fluffy tail. Fawnpaw's pelt is strikingly similar to the animal she was named after. It is comprised of various shades of brown and dappled with white running down the length of her spine. She appears to have saddle like markings beginning at her shoulder and ending just slightly past her flank. Her paws are a brilliant white alongside her tail-tip, ear tips, chest and muzzle, it appears as if a light snow had dusted her pelt as a kit, staining it with it's frosty color. Fawnpaw's nose is a pale pink which further adds onto her delicate appearance and starkly sticks out in contrast to her white muzzle. Her eyes are a dazzling bright shade of amber speckled with slightly darker and lighter flecks making them appear to shimmer. Fawnpaw is a very timid she-cat. Even as a young kit, she was so shy that she would sometimes go all night with a thorn in her nest because she was to farouche to speak up. As she grows up she becomes a little bit more confident in herself but she remains quite sheepish and insecure around other cats, especially when she is not that familiar with them. It may take awhile to get to know this mousy she-cat due to her initial introverted nature, but once she opens up to a cat, she becomes very open and rather talkative. Fawnpaw is extremely passionate about becoming a medicine cat and her sweet and nurturing nature is a great asset in dealing with patients. She is extremely selfless and very patient with vats of all sorts. The possibly of her snapping is almost non-existent, but if she does get pushed way too far or knows a cat is in danger of any sorts, she will most certainly step up and be more assertive. Fawnpaw's strength may not be in her muscles, but it most certainly lies in her brain. She is an extremely intelligent she-cat and immensely wise beyond her years. Her small size though lacking in brawn, allows for speed, stealth and agility due to being so light on her paws. Born to Dawncloud and Sandwhisp in a litter of three, Fawnpaw was not only born the runt, but also the only kit to inherit her mother's families abnormal size. Both Dawncloud and Sandwhisp coddled her, much to her siblings vexation. She was never too interested in play fighting with the other kits and even when she tried she was never able to keep up with them and she found them much too loud and rambunctious. One day seeking peace and quiet away from her over protective parents and obnoxiously wild siblings, she stumbled into the medicine cat den. Seeing how peaceful it was she asked the medicine cat if she could stay and watch the typical daily duties. Every day she would return and soon began to learn the various herbs and how to treat different injuries. One day one of her littermates had gotten a thorn stuck in their paw while the medicine cat was out gathering herbs. She remembered everything she had observed the medicine cat do and quickly acted, relieving her denmate of pain and earning a large amount of awe from her clanmates. When the medicine cat returned she agreed to make Fawnkit her apprentice. Fawnpaw loves every day of being a medicine cat and always works her hardest, she's excited for what the future holds. Medicine Cat Apprentice Role-Play Example(From a past group!) : Coconuthusk sat in her cove busily sorting through colossal stacks of varied colorful herbs, which earlier were scattered messily across the den floor. Now, after what felt like several excruciating moons of, "Check. Sort. Stack.", only three neat piles remained, organized by type of herb and vitality. Although the job itself was one of the more monotonous tasks of being a Medicine Cat, it at least gave some type of excitement to an already rather mundane evening. She sighed. Well I guess it is at least kind of a good thing there hasn't been much excitement today, a day with no injuries is a good day, but a rather boring one at that. With a soft chuckle she looked back down at her work and began to gather up the pile of dock within her strong jaws to take back into the natural shelves and clefts she called her "storage". Brushing past a layer of draping lichen, she comfortably felt her long, soft pelt, brush against the grooves of the tunnels walls, worn smooth by many generations of water and weathering. To many cats, this would be a daunting task; as the tunnel to her storage was rather dark, and the damp earth and dripping sound of distant water could completely flood your senses and invoke a panic to a cat not used to relying on their whiskers. But this was of no concern to Coconuthusk, as she rather found it relaxing and a nice place to think when she wanted some time for herself. She knew these tunnels better than the back of her paw and she had no fear of hitting a wall. Finally after a few fox-lengths she turned and entered her storage cove. A small amount of light trickled in from somewhere up above providing vision and a small stream of water ran out from behind a large rock, forming a decent sized shallow pool in the corner of the cave, perfect for cleaning paws, soaking herbs and growing small plants next to it. It was any Medicine Cat's dream to have a den like this, she let out a happy and pleasured sigh as she was in awe of the sight, just as much as the first time she found it. After placing the fresh pile of dock into it's specific nook, she sat on her haunches and drew her tongue across her paws and began to reminisce on when MysticClan gave the sign for her to be the Clan's next healer. As she quickly became lost in thought, she was quickly jolted out of her daze by a loud shriek. "Coconuthusk!!! HELP!" By the high pitched sound of the voice echoing through her cave, she could recognize it to be the voice of a young kit. Leaping to her paws, she sprinted through the tunnels and slid into the front cove where her small gray tabby patient awaited, accompanied by a large slate colored she-cat, who wore a fearful expression on her face while glancing at her small son writing in agony. "I'm here, I'm here, calm down little one." Wordlessly, Coconuthusk rushed to the kit's side and instantly saw the problem. She stifled an amused purr as she saw a small sand crab clamped onto the kit's thrashing tail. "He snuck out of my sight for a heartbeat and suddenly I heard his cries and found him like this, Oh Coconuthusk, will he be okay?" The kit whimpered before adding in with a whine. "Will you have to cut my tail off?" The medicine cat twitched her ears, "I don't think you have to worry about a crab cutting your tail off, Shadekit, but bad kits who sneak out of camp may get their tail taken by the Revenants." Shadekit's eyes grew wide and he let out a squeak. The kit's mother narrowed her eyes and snorted. "There's no way he left camp! My son knows better!" Coconuthusk simply rolled her eyes. "Darkwaters, this type of crab is only found on the far beach, I'd know because I go there for herbs quite often, actually. And how would you know considering how little time you've actually been out of the nursery since you became mates with Stormrift the night of your warrior ceremony?" The young mother turned a dark crimson and licked her chest fur in embarrassment. "Well... can you please help him?" The Medicine cat gave the crying tom-kit a few comforting licks across the top of his head, flicking her bushy tail she motioned for Darkwaters to take her place, the switch went unnoticed by the sobbing kit. With one swift motion, the small molly bit hard into the shell of the crab piercing it's soft flesh beneath it's crunchy shell. The crab fell off dead almost instantly. Shadekit was still sobbing as he hadn't even noticed the crab being removed, neither had his fussing mother. Inspecting the area the crab once was, Coconuthusk saw the flesh was swollen, but not punctured, it would only leave a bruise that would last a day or two, due to the crabs young state. Reaching behind her she grabbed a few poppy seeds that she was sorting before the mishap, and then nudged them to the kit. "Open your eyes and take these, it'll help with the pain. Darkwaters, be sure to get him to sleep after you take him to the nursery, and give him two more when he wakes the first time, come back and check with me at dawn, all he'll have is a bruise at worst, but I rather be safe than sorry." The queen was baffled and blinked in shock. "H-how did you do it so fast?" The kit whimpered and lapped up the seeds, then he looked at his stubby kitten tail and squealed in delight. The Medicine Cat smiled, "I learned from the best. Now, I'd like to have a word with your son, alone, if you need some poppy for the shock come back. Now scurry along, and close that jaw before you swallow a bug!" The queen blinked, scarcely understanding as she bumbled out of the cave, and back to the nursery. Facing the kit, the molly let out a gentle purr. "Now my little warrior, no more expositions out of camp unless you're with a warrior, there's a lot worse than a small crab that can hurt you, and even I can't heal everything, understand?" The kit nodded. "Good. Now I want you to go and tell your friends in the morning how you got your bruise from a battle, that'll get you some credit, and if they don't believe you, send em to me." Swiping her tongue across the little tabby's ears she helped him to his paws. "Now, go get some rest, the poppy is already working, you need a nice sleep if you want to heal and grow big and strong, go find your momma." The tabby bumbled back to the nursery, after making sure he was safely in his nest, the Medicine Cat returned to her den and retreated to her nest, even a boring day was a tiring one. Wrapping her tail across her nose she began to drift off easily. "I love being a Medicine Cat." |
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 13, 2017 8:57:44 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.
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( 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.
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Post by ✩ ℒ𝑒𝒶𝒻𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔 ✩ on Jul 14, 2017 18:00:14 GMT -5
✩ ℒ𝑒𝒶𝒻𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔 ✩ | Member of search party/Healer Fawnpaw | Female | 6ish moons Fawnpaw is extremely tiny and lithe. She is roughly the size of a young kit despite being a young apprentice. Even as she grows older, her size will remain roughly the same, this is most likely due to an abnormally small mutation that is occasionally passed through her mothers side of her lineage. In scale to her small stature, her legs are relatively lengthy. She is not muscular but she manages to keep herself rather toned considering her size. Her long thick fur is glossy and thus repellent of water. This allows for her to dry off quickly and aids in her ability to swim without being weighed down. It also prevents her from being phased by chills in the weather and strong gusts of wind. Her paws are small and neat and allow for her to easily work with small objects. Her senses are sharp and help compensate for her weaker physical state. She is swift, agile and stealthy due to her small size. Fawnpaw is extremely shy and soft spoken. She does not like fights and is very much level headed and an advocate for a peaceful resolution to problems of all sorts. Every single action she takes is guided by a strong moral compass and knowledge of all possible outcomes. She is extremely intelligent and wise beyond her years. Her eidetic memory provides her with the ability to be a quick learner and retain everything she needs to. Fawnpaw is kind, selfless and compassionate and will always put others needs before her own. She is patient and the only time she will ever snap is if it is absolutely a necessity involving the care of one of her patients. Fawn is a great asset for the group due to being medicine cat apprentice. She can help take care of the group and keep an eye out for danger. She is willing to help in anyway possible and though she has limited hunting and fighting skills she is swift and agile and a worthy member of the group. (In her application, it's very long)
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 14, 2017 19:41:07 GMT -5
✩ ℒ𝑒𝒶𝒻𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔 ✩ | Member of search party/Healer Fawnpaw | Female | 6ish moons Fawnpaw is extremely tiny and lithe. She is roughly the size of a young kit despite being a young apprentice. Even as she grows older, her size will remain roughly the same, this is most likely due to an abnormally small mutation that is occasionally passed through her mothers side of her lineage. In scale to her small stature, her legs are relatively lengthy. She is not muscular but she manages to keep herself rather toned considering her size. Her long thick fur is glossy and thus repellent of water. This allows for her to dry off quickly and aids in her ability to swim without being weighed down. It also prevents her from being phased by chills in the weather and strong gusts of wind. Her paws are small and neat and allow for her to easily work with small objects. Her senses are sharp and help compensate for her weaker physical state. She is swift, agile and stealthy due to her small size. Fawnpaw is extremely shy and soft spoken. She does not like fights and is very much level headed and an advocate for a peaceful resolution to problems of all sorts. Every single action she takes is guided by a strong moral compass and knowledge of all possible outcomes. She is extremely intelligent and wise beyond her years. Her eidetic memory provides her with the ability to be a quick learner and retain everything she needs to. Fawnpaw is kind, selfless and compassionate and will always put others needs before her own. She is patient and the only time she will ever snap is if it is absolutely a necessity involving the care of one of her patients. Fawn is a great asset for the group due to being medicine cat apprentice. She can help take care of the group and keep an eye out for danger. She is willing to help in anyway possible and though she has limited hunting and fighting skills she is swift and agile and a worthy member of the group. (In her application, it's very long) |
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Sparkly
Unofficial Forum President, and the unofficial patrol saint of black cats with blue eyes.
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Post by Sparkly on Jul 16, 2017 13:54:24 GMT -5
Tawnypaw」Sparkly
She-Cat ● Straight ● 7 moons old.
She has a sleek brown pelt, with a pitch-black underbelly, chest, paws, tailtip, stripe down her back, and inner ear fur. She has bright, dark green eyes, with lighter green around the edges. She has a sleek, slim, slender build, with feathering around the tops of her legs, the base of her tail, her neck, and the base of her ears. She's usually brave, sweet, kind, and caring, and she can be enthusiastic, energetic, and excitable at times, but mainly tends to keep herself to herself. She tries to hide it, but she has extremely low self-esteem, and believes that she is worthless. Also, she really doesn't fare well in stressful situations!
Other: All of her kin are dead. She's an extremely good swimmer. She loves the smell of lavender!
Rank: Apprentice
RP Sample:
Tawnypaw shook as she crouched over the dead body of the fox. Why did she think that it was a good idea to try to fight a fully grown fox, alone? Luckily, the fox had been weakened already, and she had won, but she might not have been so lucky next time. Hopefully, she would be with other cats the next time that such a situation arose...
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 16, 2017 14:25:43 GMT -5
Tawnypaw」Sparkly She-Cat ● Straight ● 7 moons old. She has a sleek brown pelt, with a pitch-black underbelly, chest, paws, tailtip, stripe down her back, and inner ear fur. She has bright, dark green eyes, with lighter green around the edges. She has a sleek, slim, slender build, with feathering around the tops of her legs, the base of her tail, her neck, and the base of her ears. She's usually brave, sweet, kind, and caring, and she can be enthusiastic, energetic, and excitable at times, but mainly tends to keep herself to herself. She tries to hide it, but she has extremely low self-esteem, and believes that she is worthless. Also, she really doesn't fare well in stressful situations! Other: All of her kin are dead. She's an extremely good swimmer. She loves the smell of lavender! Rank: Apprentice RP Sample: Tawnypaw shook as she crouched over the dead body of the fox. Why did she think that it was a good idea to try to fight a fully grown fox, alone? Luckily, the fox had been weakened already, and she had won, but she might not have been so lucky next time. Hopefully, she would be with other cats the next time that such a situation arose... |
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Pansexual
Sparkly
Unofficial Forum President, and the unofficial patrol saint of black cats with blue eyes.
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Post by Sparkly on Jul 16, 2017 14:28:15 GMT -5
Ah! Here.
Tawnypaw」Sparkly
She-Cat ● Straight ● 7 moons old.
She has a sleek brown pelt, with a pitch-black paws, tailtip, and inner ear fur. She has bright, dark green eyes, with lighter green around the edges. She has a sleek, slim, slender build, with feathering around the tops of her legs, the base of her tail, her neck, and the base of her ears. She's usually brave, sweet, kind, and caring, and she can be enthusiastic, energetic, and excitable at times, but mainly tends to keep herself to herself. She tries to hide it, but she has extremely low self-esteem, and believes that she is worthless. Also, she really doesn't fare well in stressful situations!
Other: All of her kin are dead. She's an extremely good swimmer. She loves the smell of lavender!
Rank: Apprentice
RP Sample:
Tawnypaw shook as she crouched over the dead body of the fox. Why did she think that it was a good idea to try to fight a fully grown fox, alone? Luckily, the fox had been weakened already, and she had won, but she might not have been so lucky next time. Hopefully, she would be with other cats the next time that such a situation arose...
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 16, 2017 14:30:24 GMT -5
Ah! Here. Tawnypaw」Sparkly She-Cat ● Straight ● 7 moons old. She has a sleek brown pelt, with a pitch-black paws, tailtip, and inner ear fur. She has bright, dark green eyes, with lighter green around the edges. She has a sleek, slim, slender build, with feathering around the tops of her legs, the base of her tail, her neck, and the base of her ears. She's usually brave, sweet, kind, and caring, and she can be enthusiastic, energetic, and excitable at times, but mainly tends to keep herself to herself. She tries to hide it, but she has extremely low self-esteem, and believes that she is worthless. Also, she really doesn't fare well in stressful situations! Other: All of her kin are dead. She's an extremely good swimmer. She loves the smell of lavender! Rank: Apprentice RP Sample: Tawnypaw shook as she crouched over the dead body of the fox. Why did she think that it was a good idea to try to fight a fully grown fox, alone? Luckily, the fox had been weakened already, and she had won, but she might not have been so lucky next time. Hopefully, she would be with other cats the next time that such a situation arose... |
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