The End of the World, C a n y o u s u r v i v e ? (Join ToxicClan)

↭User Name: Holostar
↭Nick Name: Holo
↭Activity Level: Semi-active.
↭Roleplay Level: Semi-advanced.

↭Name: Holo.
↭New [Clan] Name: Doesn't want one.
↭Age: Twenty moons, give or take.
↭Gender: She-cat.
↭Rank: Rogue.
↭Rank Wanted: Warrior/Deputy or Leader.

↭Physical Description: Holo has a surprising resemblance to a doc and could easily be mistaken for a small one or a pup. She is very long and lanky, with light muscles to tone her slender frame. Her legs are also extraordinarily long, and just as slim as the rest of her. Her long limbs make her tower over most cats and end in very small, delicate looking paws. She is built for grace, speed, agility, flexibility, and endurance.
Holo's medium-length fur is surprisingly thick and an odd shade of ruddy ginger-russet. Her long tail is very bushy in a fox-like way, it rarely stays still and she often uses it to make gestures or even just as she speaks {Like people who talk with their hands} . Her ears are longer than the average cats and very pointed, they also tend to move much like her tail, she also has a slightly longer muzzle tipped with a black nose and white whiskers. Her wide, expressive eyes are almond shaped pools of a pretty golden-amber color that catches the light.
↭Scent: Holo carries the scent of the forest in her dense pelt. The smell of the undergrowth that only forest cats would call inviting, the soft scent of moss and grass, the sweet smell of wild flowers and herbs...the smell of her home.
↭Persona: Holo is a stubborn she-cat, once she makes a decision its nearly impossible to persuade her otherwise. She is very cunning, manipulative, and secretive as most would expect from a cat with her reputation. Despite her fox-like ways she is a strong she-cat and loyal to her last breath. She's smart and an amazing fighter/strategist. One down fall she has is her blunt, sarcastic nature and dry humor. It takes a certain kind of cat to like her. She's braver than any cat gives her credit for, even herself. She has a soft spot for kits so she tends to avoid them.
↭Favorite Saying: Nine lives and a ton of luck.

↭Weaknesses: Not very social, too stubborn at times, can be harsh and rude, has a difficult time blending in because of her ginger fur. Hard to trust and not easy to like.
↭Strengths: Surprisingly smart, a great hunter and fighter, and fiercely loyal.
↭Fears: Dying alone though she'll never admit it.

↭Family: None.
↭Mate/Crush: None/Open. {She's a Leslie}
↭Kits: None.

↭History: Holo's history is undisclosed. She has a long reputation for being a fighter despite her young age. She was in a rogue gang, most of the members died or fled when all this began. Holo refuses to otherwise talk about her past.

↭Roleplay Sample: Holo stepped forward, almost growling at the others as they hesitated. Holo wasn't afraid, especially not of this cat. The black cat was shorter than her and thin enough she could break her with a flick of her fluffy tail. The ginger she-cat's gold-amber eyes flashed as she looked down at Viper, she was so much smaller up close. Holo wasn't sure if she could ever look at this cat as her leader, but she'd have to accept it...
"I'm in, you're gonna need all the help you can get." the young she-cat said in a lower tone before standing beside the black loner. She let a smirk play her lips as she cockily stared at the others, she didn't mean to be stuck up...it's just the way she was. Especially when she was the only one willing to step up.
"Well?" she called out, almost tauntingly. As she spoke her tail flicked and her ears angled forward, a common gesture for her. Holo had an impish, sneaky look to her and a challenging look gleaming in her amber optics. "Anyone else got the nerve?"

[move] Insanity is defined as trying the same process over and over hoping for a different result.[/move]

[color=#FF8000]Do I get Leader/Deputy? Just asking:)

↭User Name: Sealover
↭Nick Name: Coral
↭Activity Level: I'm on everyday for ages!
↭Roleplay Level: I'm Advanced

↭Name: Twisted
↭New [Clan] Name: Twistedwhisker
↭Age: 16 moons
↭Gender: femme
↭Rank: Warrior
↭Rank Wanted: Deputy

↭Physical Description: Twisted is a put black she-cat with toxic looking green eyes. She has a rather muscly build for a femme but still is rather dainty. At midnight hour she looks rather like a shadow, either that or your worst nightmare. Her tail is twisted and of medium length while her whiskers are long. Her ears are pointed at the tip and are set rather widely across her head. She has an ugly jagged scar down the side of her face and a scar on her chest. The eye that has the scar down it is foggy but she can still see from it.
↭Scent: The smell of saltwater and basically the ocean sticks tried this cats pelt. She once came from a place by the sea where she lived not many moons before coming into the horrid city.
↭Persona: Twisted is a rather hollow cat. She has no reason to be and No reason to help but she does anyway. Cats make up a twisted stories about where she came from and how she earns her name. She's independent and won't let a cat help her with anything with ought getting offended. She is firm with her instructions but she is not mean, she's just trying to help you improve.
↭Favorite "Saying: We're all twisted in our own ways"

↭Weaknesses:
Friends in her opinion
She can be mean sometimes
Fire

↭Strengths:
Water
Forest
Clan

↭Fears:
Fire
Becoming weak

↭Family: lies (deceased) Memory (deceased) Blood (Deceased)
↭Mate/Crush: none
↭Kits: none

↭History: Twisted was not always so cut off and mean you know. You'd be surprised. One day, long before the apocalypse her sister, parents and herself were captured by two-legs. They conducted experiments but her sister didn't survive, her mother died next and lastly her father. She survived but gained two things of interest, toxic green eyes that used to be brown and invisibility. With invisibility she was supposedly missing one day but when they opened the cage she leapt over the two-legs and raced for the open door. She made it and crept out of the two-leg place never to be seen by two-legs again. She learnt to hunt with a little help from her power and
She managed to survive. She was hunting and when she flickered into view a cat attacked her, she fought back killing him and gaining two scars. The ugly one down her face and one on her chest. Eventually she came to the city to live in an alleyway when the apocalypse began. And she survived.

↭Roleplay Sample:
Twisted listened, her eyes narrowed as she did so. A small grin on her face at the fact she ha survived the apocalypse, well it wasn't surprising she did have powers after all. Maybe being tested on by humans had been an advantage for her future life, a gift. As she thought through these things her expression was unreadable. She woke back into the current world to hear their supposed leaders next words. She rose to her paws and lifted her head to be heard "I shall join for best or for worst" she flicked her tail side to side. With a dip of her black head she sat back down on her rump. Her toxic green eyes on their 'leader'. She still hadn't adjusted to that term and wasn't about to do so.

[move] Insanity is defined as trying the same process over and over hoping for a different result.[/move]

[color=#FF8000]Annie won't like the whole having powers thing. What powers does she have?

[move] Insanity is defined as trying the same process over and over hoping for a different result.[/move]

[color=#FF8000]Can I be a mod? I'm a good mod:D you should know that of all people .-.

[move] Insanity is defined as trying the same process over and over hoping for a different result.[/move]

[color=#FF8000]Whoo! *dancing around like a bunch of fa-* sorry...HU binge.

[move] Insanity is defined as trying the same process over and over hoping for a different result.[/move]

[color=#FF8000]Accepted! Spreads the word:D

[move] Insanity is defined as trying the same process over and over hoping for a different result.[/move]

[color=#FF8000]I'm a mod:D I know Annie anyway,

Omg hi Annie You were in the apocalypse thread for the teenagers who survived the time where someone tried to mind control everyone but a group survived and were able to control themselves known as the glitch. well I think you remember? I'm star and I was there, I remember u :P also, sorry the thread may not have been so active, we have simply been low on muse for posting though even when I'm low I always try to force muse :3 anyways nice to c u again ((do u remember me?))

↭User Name: .~^☆★_Star_★☆^~.
↭Nick Name: star
↭Activity Level: 9/10
↭Roleplay Level: I would rate myself 7/10 but I guess I can be more descriptive in my writings when I have extreme muse and creative and inspirtation.

↭Name: Pounce
↭New [Clan] Name: PounceFoot
↭Age: 16moons
↭Gender: male
↭Rank: warrior
↭Rank Wanted: med cat apprentice?

↭Physical Description: he is a sleek furred cat with soft and short fur. He has a broad head and a medium heavy body. His neck is massive and strong and his ears are very round at it's ends and he is a maintained size for a clan cat. He has a short tail, actually, it is more like a bear's tail. It is very small and thick and has long fur. It used to be a graceful and magnificent long tail but after the apocalypse it's beauty was destroyed leaving the remained part a very short and embarrassing fearure. His eyes are hard and cold, almost as if he is purposely intimidating whoever he may look at.
This is how he looks

↭Scent: his scent is easy to pick up but of course can't if it may rain. His scent is strong and thick like a herb but it's not sour and wouldn't make a carpt wrinkle it's nose. Instead, it's a smell that smells warm and decent.
↭Persona: he is not easy to talk to though he is very loyal and trustful. He is strong and often judges. He does socialize but only to be formal and treat his clanmates simply as clanmates, aqquantinces. He's short tempered when it comes to apprentice training and works very hard in his work. He isn't afraid to speak his mind, even to the clan leader, deputy, or medicine cat. He always sees that giving up or fighting battles that may not really be necessary should be done.
↭Favorite Saying: he doesn't have a particular saying but here is one;
To an apprentice of his (if he ever gets one); don't show mercy to your enemy.

↭Weaknesses: he doesn't admit it but;; he can't take on many cats in battle, he may show a soft side and warm up to somone if the cat insistently cares for him no matter how many times he may turn the cat down.
↭Strengths: battle, hunting, and stealth.
↭Fears: drowning, being trapped, and falling to his death.

↭Family: tiny(sister) marval(brother) fisher(brother) bracken(father) shimmer(mother)
↭Mate/Crush: none yet...
↭Kits: none yet...

↭History: his whole family died in the apocalypse leaving him to go through a dramatic change in his personality. He used to care and he used to love but that all went away when he was the only one to survive of his kin who all died. He only aid he'd join the clan because he had failed many times as he tried to kill himself. He tried to fall to his death, drown himself and trap himself in a deep forest in the night. He survived his three times trying to die to join his kin and it only gave him fear of it.

↭Roleplay Sample: ((past))
"pounce hurry up!" Pounce hesitated as he looked once more at the river. "okay but next time we go fishing! You've had your turn of picking the place to hunt already, tiny!" The brown she-cat smiled, "alright fine." tiny replied as she rolled her brown eyes. Pounce dashed after her and the two kin raced to catch up with the others. "pounce and tiny where have you been?" fisher asked tilting his head. "pounce still wanted to fish at the river." she purred, twitching her brown tail. Pounce tilt his head, his eyes shining. "oh and it wasn't my turn to pick princess?" he mewed in amusement. Tiny glared at him her eyes glazing in playful anger. "I'm no princess!" pounce purred in amusement. Tiny had once been taken away from twolegs and bracken and shimmer had to go off after them. When she returned, she told them all about her story. She had been excited she had such a crazy story to tell and added that they named her 'princess'. It was a tease after that I. Which often led to a play fight. As the young kin expected, pounce and tiny were play-fighting, batting each other with sheathed paws and mewing in excitement. "alright you two, we better get going if we want to be back home with mom and dad to hear their stories." pounce and tiny nodded. Marval dashed in front and passed the group of cats. "last one there is rotten crowfood!" pounce and the others left, gleamed challengingly at each other an then lea led off to join the race. this is my family. thought pounce happily, feeling more sensation then ever to run with his own blood. this is where I belong,

Roleplay sample for meeting the Leader viperstar:
Pounce's eyes still glimmered in sadness from the recent lost of his entire kin. He twicthed his ears when he heard Viper speak. a clan? Are you crazy? Ive lost everything! he thought in fury and some tears escaped from his right eye. He instantly picked up his paw and brushed it away. He soon got a flashback of him trying to kill himself because he wanted to join his dead kin. Now he stood before this cat who claimed it was right to make a clan. What did he have to lose? He lashed his tail. "fine." a simple word that was hissed from his mouth. Just like that. He had mourned the death of his family each day and it led to depression, permanent depression.

ooc: err sorry I see so many typos D8

[move] Insanity is defined as trying the same process over and over hoping for a different result.[/move]

[color=#FF8000]Read the rules again? You missed a bit.

[move] Insanity is defined as trying the same process over and over hoping for a different result.[/move]

[color=#FF8000]Crap.
Bluestar you need to read the rules too.
There's a catch I forgot about...both of you missed it.