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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Sept 3, 2016 18:58:33 GMT -5
Main Page: ClawClanThis is the joining page for ClawClan, a military-style Warriors AU RP. Before joining, please read through as much of the lore as you can and all of the rules. It is necessary that you understand what this roleplay is about before joining it. We also have a very strict activity policy, so if you're currently busy with school/work/sports/whatever, then please wait until your schedule clears up enough to safely meet our requirements before joining. Please, don't join, get started, and then leave right after because you can't handle the activity requirements. It's an annoyance and will make us more hesitant to accept you if you decide to re-join. Only join if you're willing to make the commitment. Also, because this is a serious RP, we expect you to act mature, both in and out of character. Don't join this expecting to have a happy-go-lucky time. This RP is meant to be fun, but it is also meant to have serious undertones to every aspect of it. And yes, you will need to take a literacy test. No, it isn't that hard. I've given 20+ of them, and so far only one person has failed. If you do happen to fail, you'll be given another try in a week if you want it. Joining Form: SN (please tag yourself): Cat Name (must start as apprentice): Cat Age (six moons for toms, nine for shes): Cat Gender: Cat Sexuality: Cat Personality: Cat Appearance: Fatal Flaw: Other: |
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Post by lozi on Sept 3, 2016 19:11:51 GMT -5
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Post by lozi on Sept 3, 2016 19:18:01 GMT -5
You seemed to have forgotten appearance, so I added it in... || SN (please tag yourself): loziCat Name (must start as apprentice): Stormpaw (chaser) Cat Age: 6 moons Cat Gender: M Cat Sexuality: Extremely gay, but sometimes catches an eye on a she-cat. (Bi-ish) Cat Personality: The huge tom is overly brooding, preferring to shut himself away from all of reality. He is severely introverted, and is pistanthrophobic. Aside from those roots of his personality, his is very dutiful but sometimes finds it hard to commit himself fully. No lie, he would die for the sake of his troopmates and superiors, but he cannot commit himself to social relations. No, even when you earn his trust, he doesn't roll over for you, you still have to work. (WHAT D: It's called being pistanthrophobic) He does not handle empathetic situations very well, as he finds it very hard to relate to others. Cat Appearance: How to describe this majestic and elegant cat? For one, he is uncannily large, everything about him broad. He is jet black, diluted throughout his coat, with several (and I mean several) scattered hairs of white and paler grey. Black is the reigning color, however. He has a pale undercoat of white, so when he walks, he flashes his white roots. He holds himself with the confidence of a lion, with constantly narrowed golden amber eyes, flecked with orange around the outside, that bore into your soul. From his ears sprout 1 ½ inch black tufts of fur. He has a wide jet black nose. He has thick neck fur, making him look all the more broad around the neck. It is pale grey near his cheeks, and as it progresses, the grey becomes stormy, and horizontally striped white fur. His huge paws are jet black, with a smattering of white clubs, sprouting ivory colored claws. His thick furred, elegant tail is colored like a raccoon’s, with the same black found throughout his body with pale grey rings. His strangest feature however is his teeth defects, causing them to have grown two rows of needle sharp teeth, and overly large canines, the tip hanging just out of his mouth, making him look like he is always scowling. Fatal Flaw: Although he would die for his troops, he fears fully trusting them, and is wary of every living thing around him. Other: |
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Sept 3, 2016 20:12:05 GMT -5
You seemed to have forgotten appearance, so I added it in... || SN (please tag yourself): loziCat Name (must start as apprentice): Stormpaw (chaser) Cat Age: 6 moons Cat Gender: M Cat Sexuality: Extremely gay, but sometimes catches an eye on a she-cat. (Bi-ish) Cat Personality: The huge tom is overly brooding, preferring to shut himself away from all of reality. He is severely introverted, and is pistanthrophobic. Aside from those roots of his personality, his is very dutiful but sometimes finds it hard to commit himself fully. No lie, he would die for the sake of his troopmates and superiors, but he cannot commit himself to social relations. No, even when you earn his trust, he doesn't roll over for you, you still have to work. (WHAT D: It's called being pistanthrophobic) He does not handle empathetic situations very well, as he finds it very hard to relate to others. Cat Appearance: How to describe this majestic and elegant cat? For one, he is uncannily large, everything about him broad. He is jet black, diluted throughout his coat, with several (and I mean several) scattered hairs of white and paler grey. Black is the reigning color, however. He has a pale undercoat of white, so when he walks, he flashes his white roots. He holds himself with the confidence of a lion, with constantly narrowed golden amber eyes, flecked with orange around the outside, that bore into your soul. From his ears sprout 1 ½ inch black tufts of fur. He has a wide jet black nose. He has thick neck fur, making him look all the more broad around the neck. It is pale grey near his cheeks, and as it progresses, the grey becomes stormy, and horizontally striped white fur. His huge paws are jet black, with a smattering of white clubs, sprouting ivory colored claws. His thick furred, elegant tail is colored like a raccoon’s, with the same black found throughout his body with pale grey rings. His strangest feature however is his teeth defects, causing them to have grown two rows of needle sharp teeth, and overly large canines, the tip hanging just out of his mouth, making him look like he is always scowling. Fatal Flaw: Although he would die for his troops, he fears fully trusting them, and is wary of every living thing around him. Other: Looks good! Are you ready for your test? |
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Post by lozi on Sept 3, 2016 21:15:27 GMT -5
Can we start tomorrow? It's late where I am and I am just doing nightly rounds.
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Sept 3, 2016 21:16:50 GMT -5
Can we start tomorrow? It's late where I am and I am just doing nightly rounds. That's fine. |
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Post by lozi on Sept 4, 2016 13:38:41 GMT -5
Alright, what would you like me to do? //
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Sept 4, 2016 14:04:55 GMT -5
Alright, what would you like me to do? // This will be a test of your roleplaying ability; we are looking for a response that displays your maximum ability as a roleplayer. Therefore, we expect lots of details, excellent grammar, and an overall well-thought-out post. For your test, you are to address the following prompt to the best of your ability: You and your best friend are retired soldiers. One day, the two of you go out hunting together. After he kills a mouse, your best friend suffers a sudden flashback to his time as a soldier. You may not receive any help with this prompt. Take all the time you need; a rushed product is more likely to get you rejected. Good luck! |
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Sept 4, 2016 14:14:41 GMT -5
Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ ;; Here's my drill sergeant. I based her off of a beloved OC of mine, Major, who is actually a general sergeant of her own army.
You're free to shorten my form when you put it on the front page. c:SN (please tag yourself): Mᴏᴏɴ - -
Cat Name: Captain Tigerfury
Cat Age: 18 months (21 human equivalent)
Cat Gender: Female
Cat Sexuality: Heterosexual Aromantic
Cat Personality: Although she is a very pretty cat - and knows this fact is true - Tigerfury's personality is...not as charming. She is a cat whom you would never, ever, want to cross, and I mean that. As both a captain and sergeant commander, this hot-blooded she-cat has a temper that is as extreme as her difficult training methods. Disrespect is something she can't stand in a hundred years, and as she always keeps watching her own behavior, she demands the same from everyone else. Tiger is extremely blunt, harsh, and very loud. She throws insults and remarks everywhere, and especially likes it when it hits home for another cat. She believes that this is what "keeps them going".
Cat Appearance: Physically strong for a female, Tigerfury has a large, tall build that seems to tower over all. Her velvety skin is covered in a brown base, slashed with midnight black stripes all over. The most notable of all of her features is her eyes. They are sharp, fierce, and burning with a crackling, emerald green fire. They seem to glow in the darkness, and most cats who look at her know right off the bat that she could cut through you if those eyes were daggers. She has medium-length fur, the inches longer at her tail, stomach, and neck. A long, pink scar runs down her bulky shoulder, two small scars trace her cheekbones, and two nicks have tainted her right ear.
Fatal Flaw: Her anger can get out of hand, and sometimes she will even go out of her way as to put her claws on a insubordinate Cadet, although not in a fatal sense.
Other: She suffers from PTSD, mild depression, and insomnia. As a 6-moon-old child, her compassionate, soft behavior was twisted around when a band of SL cats murdered her mother and younger brother. She began to have nightmares and flashbacks from the event, which shattered her world. Although she was still left with her father, Hawktalon, who served as a very respected commander for the military, she started developing a mask, and a very cold one, furthermore. She became distant, unwelcoming, and very emotionless. Such a robotic composition brought out her bitter side tenfold, which the happiness shrank down to near nothingness. As such, she rarely ever smiles.
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Post by lozi on Sept 4, 2016 14:19:21 GMT -5
To make assurance double sure, I am using the Best Friend's POV or my character's POV? ||
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Sept 4, 2016 14:23:07 GMT -5
Mᴏᴏɴ - - Looks good! I'll add her in once my two troops fill up just a bit more. loziYou are the "you" in the story. Basically, you're roleplaying the "you" as they try to help their best friend deal with their flashback.
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Sept 4, 2016 14:31:32 GMT -5
Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ;; ( Yay! Thank you. c: )
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Post by lozi on Sept 4, 2016 19:12:09 GMT -5
You and your best friend are retired soldiers. One day, the two of you go out hunting together. After he kills a mouse, your best friend suffers a sudden flashback to his time as a soldier.
The character I'll be using is Stormchaser, (Stormpaw a little later in his life assuming he lives that far X) ) and his best friend Ravenfeather. ||
Stormchaser flicked his tail to Ravenfeather, who just barely acknowledged him. Now aware of the mouse, Ravenfeather slowly began to slink forward, heading towards the mouse.
The mouse at the time didn't appear to be anything out of the ordinary. It was a mousy brown with scattered black hairs through its pelt, along with a lighter colored underbelly. It had busied itself with gnawing at the end of a grass stalk, where a seedy bud was slowly blooming. It didn't seem like a mouse that would cause any trouble, much less grief, but the retired soldiers knew all to well that trouble can come in the most deceiving of creatures.
Stormchaser knew that the Clans were running low on food. Leaf-bare was taking a hard toll on the clans, and they needed every piece of prey they could get. Wheeling a wide arc around the prey to cut off escape, he crouched in the tall grass to hide his dark fur, and waited for Ravenfeather to make the kill. The sharp squeak of the mouse signaled to Stormchaser that he no longer needed to hide.
Standing out of the grass, he called to Ravenfeather, who had not yet stood from his crouch. "Nice catch!" There was no reply. Trotting over to Ravenfeather, who hunched over the mouse, he flicked him with his tail. "You alright bud?"
"No." It was quiet at first, a feeble, weak, 'no.' "No." The word was repeated again. "No, no, no, no." The word was repeated, another time, and then another, as if Ravenfeather was a broken record. It got louder, the words turning into a caterwaul. Ravenfeather grew quiet, his eyes wide, and he slumped to the ground, as if bombarded by the world's most terrible memories.
Instantly, Stormchaser understood. The bleeding throat of the mouse, the mouth open in a last desperate scream, it was chilling. But the eyes. The eyes really set Stormchaser off. Open and staring into the distance, it was if the last hope for the mouse were gone.
Stormchaser couldn't help but feel a rise of panic in his own chest, and he fought to contain it. He needed to be there for Ravenfeather. He leapt towards the mouse, quickly shutting the eyes and closing the mouth, and turned it away from Ravenfeather. He quickly pulled up leaf mulch from the ground, dropping it over the mouse's body.
He turned to Ravenfeather, who had fled to the safety of crouching at the trunk of the tree, he sprinted over. "Ravenfeather!" The cat looked up at him, eyes distraught. "Hey, it's ok. Calm down."
Ravenfeather whipped around, lashing at Stormchaser. He winced, but took the blow to his shoulder without complaining. "It's not! It's not ok, and it never will be! I took lives, I'm a killer! Why me? Why did I survive? Why didn't I die out there?"
"Hey, Ravenfeather. It's ok." He wrapped his tail around his shoulders. "You did your best, and it was enough. I was there. You saved me. That cat would have killed me if not for you knocking him off and chasing him away. And if you had died, would that mean that someone else survived? I wouldn't have. There's a reason for you being here. It's to see that there is still hope for this war. And that you have been able to provide a safe haven for the next generation, that will take your place in the lines."
Ravenfeather nodded, obviously still distressed. "Ok."
"Come on. Walk with me." He ignored the mouse under the leaves, not wanting to trigger Ravenfeather. He could pick it up later, and bring it back to ClawClan. As he and his friend were walking through the trees, he subtly steered him back to camp. Ravenfeather needed some rest.
"Ravenfeather, you fought like all of the four Clans out there. We needed you then, and we need you now."
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Sept 4, 2016 20:09:30 GMT -5
You and your best friend are retired soldiers. One day, the two of you go out hunting together. After he kills a mouse, your best friend suffers a sudden flashback to his time as a soldier. The character I'll be using is Stormchaser, (Stormpaw a little later in his life assuming he lives that far X) ) and his best friend Ravenfeather. || Stormchaser flicked his tail to Ravenfeather, who just barely acknowledged him. Now aware of the mouse, Ravenfeather slowly began to slink forward, heading towards the mouse. The mouse at the time didn't appear to be anything out of the ordinary. It was a mousy brown with scattered black hairs through its pelt, along with a lighter colored underbelly. It had busied itself with gnawing at the end of a grass stalk, where a seedy bud was slowly blooming. It didn't seem like a mouse that would cause any trouble, much less grief, but the retired soldiers knew all to well that trouble can come in the most deceiving of creatures. Stormchaser knew that the Clans were running low on food. Leaf-bare was taking a hard toll on the clans, and they needed every piece of prey they could get. Wheeling a wide arc around the prey to cut off escape, he crouched in the tall grass to hide his dark fur, and waited for Ravenfeather to make the kill. The sharp squeak of the mouse signaled to Stormchaser that he no longer needed to hide. Standing out of the grass, he called to Ravenfeather, who had not yet stood from his crouch. "Nice catch!" There was no reply. Trotting over to Ravenfeather, who hunched over the mouse, he flicked him with his tail. "You alright bud?" "No." It was quiet at first, a feeble, weak, 'no.' "No." The word was repeated again. "No, no, no, no." The word was repeated, another time, and then another, as if Ravenfeather was a broken record. It got louder, the words turning into a caterwaul. Ravenfeather grew quiet, his eyes wide, and he slumped to the ground, as if bombarded by the world's most terrible memories. Instantly, Stormchaser understood. The bleeding throat of the mouse, the mouth open in a last desperate scream, it was chilling. But the eyes. The eyes really set Stormchaser off. Open and staring into the distance, it was if the last hope for the mouse were gone. Stormchaser couldn't help but feel a rise of panic in his own chest, and he fought to contain it. He needed to be there for Ravenfeather. He leapt towards the mouse, quickly shutting the eyes and closing the mouth, and turned it away from Ravenfeather. He quickly pulled up leaf mulch from the ground, dropping it over the mouse's body. He turned to Ravenfeather, who had fled to the safety of crouching at the trunk of the tree, he sprinted over. "Ravenfeather!" The cat looked up at him, eyes distraught. "Hey, it's ok. Calm down." Ravenfeather whipped around, lashing at Stormchaser. He winced, but took the blow to his shoulder without complaining. "It's not! It's not ok, and it never will be! I took lives, I'm a killer! Why me? Why did I survive? Why didn't I die out there?" "Hey, Ravenfeather. It's ok." He wrapped his tail around his shoulders. "You did your best, and it was enough. I was there. You saved me. That cat would have killed me if not for you knocking him off and chasing him away. And if you had died, would that mean that someone else survived? I wouldn't have. There's a reason for you being here. It's to see that there is still hope for this war. And that you have been able to provide a safe haven for the next generation, that will take your place in the lines." Ravenfeather nodded, obviously still distressed. "Ok." "Come on. Walk with me." He ignored the mouse under the leaves, not wanting to trigger Ravenfeather. He could pick it up later, and bring it back to ClawClan. As he and his friend were walking through the trees, he subtly steered him back to camp. Ravenfeather needed some rest. "Ravenfeather, you fought like all of the four Clans out there. We needed you then, and we need you now." That was great! You can meet me over at the main page when you're ready. |
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Post by lozi on Sept 5, 2016 4:24:01 GMT -5
Awesome!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2016 21:47:38 GMT -5
SN: 🐳BlubberyWhales🐳
Cat Name: Lavenderpaw
Cat Age: nine moons
Cat Gender: Female
Cat Sexuality: Straight
Cat Personality: Lavenderpaw is determined and hard working, hoping to make her drill sergeant proud of her in every way. Her ultimate fear is failure and it haunts many of her thoughts. She was raised under one rule: "Give it everything you have, or give nothing at all." She wants to make her family proud and serve the Clan in any way she can. Lavenderpaw doesn't want to get attached to anyone as she fears she would lose them in battle when the time comes. She is mostly reserved and only speaking to any full grown cat when spoken to.
Cat Appearance: Lavenderpaw is a short haired blueish and silver she-cat with amber eyes. She has white tipped ears and tail tip and has an approachable appearance: no scars, markings, or abnormalities. She is small in size but quick to react to blows dealt to her.
Fatal Flaw: Paranoia
Other: N/A
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Sept 11, 2016 13:51:34 GMT -5
SN: 🐳BlubberyWhales🐳 Cat Name: Lavenderpaw Cat Age: nine moons Cat Gender: Female Cat Sexuality: Straight Cat Personality: Lavenderpaw is determined and hard working, hoping to make her drill sergeant proud of her in every way. Her ultimate fear is failure and it haunts many of her thoughts. She was raised under one rule: "Give it everything you have, or give nothing at all." She wants to make her family proud and serve the Clan in any way she can. Lavenderpaw doesn't want to get attached to anyone as she fears she would lose them in battle when the time comes. She is mostly reserved and only speaking to any full grown cat when spoken to. Cat Appearance: Lavenderpaw is a short haired blueish and silver she-cat with amber eyes. She has white tipped ears and tail tip Fatal Flaw: Paranoia Other: N/A I'd like some more detail regarding Lavenderpaw's appearance before I'll accept this form. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2016 16:33:34 GMT -5
 Could you give me an idea on what you want me to include? If that's not too much to ask  |
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Post by Dᴀɴɴʏ Pʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ on Sept 11, 2016 16:36:47 GMT -5
Could you give me an idea on what you want me to include? If that's not too much to ask Basically just info about what they look like. Do they have scars or unusual markings? Is their fur short, long, coarse or soft? Are their paws and ears big or small? Are they lean? Big-boned? Muscular? Lithe? Long-legged? Do they have an intimidating appearance, or do they seem feeble at first glance? |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2016 17:43:41 GMT -5
oh, okay. I'll fix that |
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Post by Windspirit14 on Oct 19, 2016 18:39:11 GMT -5
I was a member on the old WCF, Silverpaw. Do I still have to take the test?
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