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Post by ŋ e m on May 17, 2012 19:34:57 GMT -5
Hey guys! n e m here! So, all the staff are given the choice of a High Position for their cats. FireClan leader is Stonestorm played by n e m. FireClan's Medicine cat will be Darksong p[layed by emzie! and the MistClan Medicine Cat is Fernheart played by Feather. So, what we're doing for the rest is AUDITIONS YAYYY ;D So, Leaders, Medcats and Deputies will be auditioned for. Just use the code below, reply with your results and in about a week, the staff will discuss who goes where!(L
[b]Cat Name:[/b] [b]Position Desired;[/b] [b]What Would Your Cat Bring To The Clan;[/b] [b]RolePlay Example[/b]
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Asha
Wanderer
I'll take it up to the sky and over the rainbow.
Posts: 26
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Post by Asha on May 22, 2012 21:08:10 GMT -5
Cat Name:Silentwish Position Desired;Leader What Would Your Cat Bring To The Clan;Moonclan RolePlay Example
Silver paws carried her silently over the forest floor, her emerald green optics glancing from left to right as she padded along, her silence mirrored in the echoes of the crickets chirping around her. Her regal whip waved lightly as she moved along curiosity glittering in her emerald gaze, so many things had happened to bring her here. So many things had led to her joining this clan, but most of all perhaps she had truly wanted to just find her own place among the clans. Never truly feeling like she was alone she found herself happy often wondering about how her life would be if her mother had survived. She would still be out there just her and her mother alone. She would find her place now hopefully as a leader, as she felt she needed to be. she had the personality and the courage to be a leader.
Being true to her name her silent steps on the thickly covered forest floor the scent of pine needles and flowers shifted through her nose, so many things seemed to be panning out before her, a new life and a new home. She couldn't truly believe her fortune and luck had turned so well to be such a wonderful life. had been brought before her. The Starclan had truly been shining her lately such luck had brought her to this wondrous place that seemed to be perfectly suited to her. Nothing could ever make her want to leave such a beautiful place.
She could never see herself leaving her new home and her possibility of a family in the future. She had always dreamed of having her own family and a clan of her own, and what a wondrous clan it had turned out to be. Perhaps her life here would bring new things and a place where she could truly be herself a place where she would be accepted for who she was. As the moon above filtered down onto her moonlight silver coat a sense of calm fell over the young female as she strode along without a word. Even trying to make noise she impossible to as she padded along. So many things were going right for her, such a giddy feeling had washed over her as she seemed to skip along the forest to her new home. She had received a clan of her own, now her life truly was filling to the brim, her heart fluttered and she seemed as if she could fly. Everything had fallen into place so suddenly now that things had come together, the only thing missing from her life were kittens, but surely there would be time for that later after everyone got settled and used to their new leader.
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sarcasm
Wanderer
if i can be tthe devil and you can be the sinner
Posts: 4
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Post by sarcasm on Aug 12, 2012 18:25:45 GMT -5
Cat Name: crimsonfire Position Desired; deputy of fireclan
What Would Your Cat Bring To The Clan; though he is hot headed and arrogant, crimsonfire would literally do anything for his clan. he would rather die than put the clan in danger. the love and loyalty he feels for his clan and his clan mates flows strongly through his veins, and because of this, he would make a good deputy, and a powerful asset to fireclan.
RolePlay Example (from his perspective as leader on a different site.)
t wasn't very often that the large bodied feline would accompany his warriors on a hunting expedition. the tom liked being present at his camp incase anyone decided it would be a good idea to stage an attack against the swift cats of whisperclan. some of the other clans would mistake his lack of presence during hunting patrols as lazy, or unethical, but this was not the case. that being said, hunting to the muscular leader wasn't alien. he would hunt by himself, if time and weather permitted him to, just sometimes he would rather hunt alone than with his clanmates, to save his pride and to continue to keep face in front of his clanmates. what crimsonstar excelled at with fighting, he lacked in hunting. not that he would make a big charade about it.
what was even more rare for him to do, was let other cats make his decisions. by extending the invitation for swirlmist and breezeclaw to determine where they should set their paws down to hunt, it demonstrated how he was letting them have some power. however, the amount in which it irked him to do so, was nearly unfathomable for either cat, not that he showed it in the way he talked or moved. with his paws hitting the ground heavier than either cat, crimsonstar pulled forward slightly, to signify that he was a little more powerful than either of them to any rogues or loners that might have decided to take a gander onto whisperclan soil.
crimsonstar's massive head dipped in agreement with breezeclaw's suggestion and was completely caught off guard by swirlmist's rude, and completely uncalled for remark. with a growl, he stopped dead in his tracks and he felt anger flush through his body, burning his ears, and causing his whiskers to twitch in response. slowly turning to look at the she-cat, his brow was furrowed ever so slightly, and his lip was curled just enough to show the sharp point of his left incisor. shaking his head, he glared at his warrior.
"while what you say may be right about the rabbits, it never hurts to look. and, if I recall correctly, I didn't hear you spitting out any places to hunt." his husk voice was rolling off of his rough sand paper tongue in the low tones of a growl. he was not impressed with swirlmist in the slightest and he was trying his hardest not to lose his temper completely on him. "we will check the meadow first for any rabbits. if there aren't any, then we will reevaluate our options and go from there. until then, keep your mouth shut. I will not tolerate you talking to one of my warriors with such disrespect. now, move." snarling out the last of his words, the whisperclan leader's emerald green gaze unwaveringly glared upon the she-cat.
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Desolation
Wanderer
the north [ remembers ]
Posts: 7
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Post by Desolation on Aug 13, 2012 21:21:18 GMT -5
Cat Name: Wolfheart Position Desired; Deputy What Would Your Cat Bring To The Clan; Honestly, Wolfheart loves a challenge and is a fighter, rather than a lover. He knows when the line has been crossed -- for example, if another Clan betrays DawnClan's trust, breaks their vows, violates simple warrior code, et cetera -- and he is willing to take action. He may bring bloodshed, but he is not evil, and he would never try to push the leader of the Clan into something that went against common sense and the warrior code.
RolePlay Example ~ I just randomly wrote this. Entirely non-canon.
"So, you think you stand a chance against me, little boy?"
The taunt came easy. The big gray tom just looked easy, as though he embodied the word -- the sun was in the sky, dead-center, and the wind was calm, and the day was casual and sweet with the scent of the marshes. His claws were sheathed; his teeth were not bared. He wasn't flexing the muscle under his thick pelt.
The loner was uneasy, though, he could tell. He was crouched, belly flat against the earth. His claws were elongated; they were short and dirty, Wolfheart noted. The skinny orange tom's ears were flat against his head, and the fur along his spine prickled delicately.
"What's wrong, little kit? You can stroll into DawnClan territory like you don't know we're here, and you can eat our prey, but you can't defend your reasons?" He allowed himself a snort. "Not much of a rogue, are you?"
"I'm not a rogue," he said, defiant. Well, excluding the obvious stink of fear and defensive posture. "And I didn't know this land was... yours."
"It isn't mine," he growled. He was trying not to let this little punk irritate him, but... "It belongs to the greatest Clan in this forest. DawnClan. And if you don't high-tail it--"
"This isn't the forest," the non-rogue interjected. He stood easily. He was long of limb and malnourished, yet he found some courage somewhere in his underweight mass. "This is prairie land--"
"Alright, that's it!" He felt his paws leave the ground, felt wind threading airy fingers through his thick fur. Warm air caressed his fangs, while heat pulsed through his veins, like a fire had been ignited.
Curiously, the moment the skinny tom saw him coming, he turned tail and bolted. The tawny grasses of his home Clan's territory hid his pelt from the naked eye, but Wolfheart had scent and heart. I'm not dropping this, he thought.
He bunched his hind legs, relying on their power, then gave one mighty spring. Like the lion, he was, as he crashed onto the other tom's back. At his feathery weight, he worried he might have snapped the lad's thin spine, but he only wailed and kicked in a mad struggle for his life.
Wolfheart smiled. His claws were unsheathed now. They kneaded the soft spot between his enemy's shoulder blades. "You might wanna leave, lad, or I'll find a reason to tear you to pieces that won't get me in trouble." The cat gave a terrified cry.
Wolfheart drew his claws down the tom's spine, then backed away, watched with approval as he darted back to wherever the hell he'd come from.
Aw, he got what was coming to him, he thought, staring at the blood on his claws, and the bits of gold fur. I'm about to be late for a patrol, too, so I'd better report it and forget about it.
Easier said then done, of course.
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Mo
Wanderer
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Post by Mo on Sept 7, 2012 18:14:14 GMT -5
Cat Name: Briarclaw
Position Desired; Moonclan Medicine Cat
What Would Your Cat Bring To The Clan; While a soft spoken cat, Briarclaw would advocate for the well-being of any cat. He believes in the sanctity of life above all else, and would gladly give his life to save any other. He is patient, wise, and devoted to his cause.
RolePlay Example
The noise was deafening. The sounds were anathema; they were sounds of anger and of pain. Yowls of rage and answering screeches of anguish. Briarpaw's own heartbeat pounded in his ears as he watched it all happen, made still by the horror of what he saw.
He kept seeing their faces. Faces of ones he loved and faces of those he did now know contorted in pain, and other once familiar face transformed by expressions he'd never seen on them before, ones of fury and without mercy.
The sun sunk down below the horizon, anemic clouds seeming to pool and flow out from it. The scent of blood was in the air, salty and loathsome. It was falling freely now, scarlet rivets cut into the pure white snow, staining until it mirrored the redness of the sky. And for what?
That was the thought running through the young tom's mind as he stood there, the lone stationary figure in the melee of writhing and slashing bodies. What was the point of this? Of all this pain and death? Because a Mistclan cat strayed too far over the boarder? Because they refused to give up the rabbit that they'd chased across it, the rabbit that could be easing one of their clan mates hunger pains?
That leaf-bare had been cruel. The winds were so strong hunting parties couldn't even go out in search of the already scarce prey. Briarpaw remembered his clan mates huddling together to drive off the cold and trying to distract each other from their hunger. They were all skeletal beings, held together only by hope of a better tomorrow, praying to Starclan to provide this. He'd watched as his mother, weakened from illness, waste away. He watched kits starve, their mothers unable to produce milk for them. And the snow had been just as unyielding to the other clans. The weather was starting to let up, but prey was wasn't running nearly enough. Could he really blame Mistclan for wanting the rabbit that badly?
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