|The Spirits of Shikoku| ~High Position Sign-up~ [CLOSED]

Ashfeather · Dec 10th 2011

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This is the place where you apply for high positions within the Spirits. The roleplay won't begin until they are filled, so don't be shy about applying! :)

This is not first come, first serve. I will wait for other applications to come in, and then I will make my decision.

The positions currently open are:

Kami-speaker
Master guardian
Master gatherer
Master caregiver

-Optional position-

This position does not need to be filled right away, but you can still apply for it here. If a suitable applicant is not found by the time the roleplay is ready to begin, it will be decided IC-ly.

Kami-speaker's pupil

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Since these are HP, show some effort, okay? ;) Your application doesn't have to be a flawless, nine-page masterpiece or anything crazy like that, but at least some effort is good!

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[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Cat name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Position wanted:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Advanced bio (not required):[/b]
[b]Roleplay sample (minimum of 5 lines):[/b]
[b]Activity level (on a scale of 1-10, and why):[/b]
[b]Have you read, or at least skimmed, the Spirit info (religion, territory, etc.)?:[/b]
[b]Other:[/b]

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Click here for information on the spirits, or for non-HP sign-up!

Darkwatcher · Dec 10th 2011

Username:Darkwatcher
Cat name:Kin (means 'gold')
Age: 23 moons
Position wanted:Kami-speaker
Appearance:Kin is a dark brown tabby with large, deep gold eyes. He has a long tail and small, neat ears and paws.
Personality:Kin is very quiet and religious; but he isn't afraid to fight if he has to. He is fiercely protective of kits and sick cats.
Advanced bio (not required):WIP
Roleplay sample (minimum of 5 lines):Kin padded out of his den in the fallen log. Thing were fairly quiet, his only patient was a small kitten with a cough. The Kami-speaker sighed; the subject of kits brought him to the subject of a pupil. Perhaps he should go down the creek to the cave, and speak with the Kami on the subject? He shook his head. "No, the Kami shouldn't be bothered about such a trivial subject," Kin murmured to himself. "Still, I wish I had a pupil!"
Activity level (on a scale of 1-10, and why):8/10, I'm on every day, but not for very long.
Have you read, or at least skimmed, the Spirit info (religion, territory, etc.)?:Yes
Other:none

Ashfeather · Dec 10th 2011

Thank you for the application~

musicalkitten · Dec 11th 2011

Bump!!

Chronokitty · Dec 11th 2011

Username: Chronokitty / (ҥƦΦƞΦҜiττƔ

Cat name: Kiyomi (means "pure / cleansed beauty")
Age: 21 moons (if Kami-speaker), or 9 moons (if Kami-speaker's pupil)
Position wanted: Kami-speaker or Kami-speaker's pupil

Appearance: A very delicate-looking she-cat, Kiyomi has a long-haired base coat of snowy white that fluffs out into a "mane" around her neck. That coat is flecked with colorful shades of cream and gray diluted torbie, making her a soft-on-the-eyes but still extravagant female. Her paws are small, always stepping lightly and with a sort of grace that she has embodied since she was young, with her fur well-groomed and always in line. One of the biggest signs that Kiyomi is under stress is when she stops caring for that impressive pelt of hers, and with white, long fur, it definitely shows.

Based off of this lovely picture <3

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Personality: Very shy, polite, and straight-laced, Kiyomi has been a fragile-looking kitten ever since she was young. She had few siblings, and what few she did have were far more outgoing and exciteable than Kiyomi ever was. From that young age, she often skirted away from the attentions of other kittens and instead found herself attracted to the past (or current) Kami-speaker's line of work, wishing to care for the injured due to her sensitive empathy, and started to have strange visions that made her believe that it was her duty to follow that path in life. Since then, she made it her goal to become one, and devoted herself entirely to it.

She is a responsible cat, maybe to a fault. She puts herself last on a long list of priorities, always making sure to consult with the spirits that she considers herself deeply entwined with, and caring for her patients. Part of the reason why she relies so heavily on interaction with the spirits is because she feels distant from other cats, for a reason she doesn't know or understand. Her timidity often interferes with proper interaction, and when in the presence of anyone outside of a business-like matter, her tail lowers to the ground and she finds the first excuse she can to leave and return to her duties.

Chances are, unless she finds a perfect fit, she will not ever take a mate. Due to her line of work, she considers herself a pure vessel that shouldn't be tainted by "trivial" matters such as that -- while she does sometimes yearn for one, she is always sure to redirect herself.

Aside from that, I was actually thinking that she could, later on, have a close connection with some sort of Japanese goddess. I know (or, I think?) some cats in CometClan / the Comets / whatever they are now are like, sometimes "possessed" by the Greek gods they worship, which I thought was interesting plot fodder. I don't know if this would be okay, or what goddess she would be connected to, but I thought I'd mention it. I'd love the opportunity to run with something like that. <3

Advanced bio (not required): I'll wait for approval first ^_^

Roleplay sample (minimum of 5 lines): I'll give you the last one I wrote. XD

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(ҥƦΦƞΦҜiττƔ wrote:

Hah, that was true. She just up and left one day. When she became pregnant by Manx, she had hoped to slip out of the public eye and take care of their family, at least until her kittens were old enough to fare without her. But that had all been ruined... and it was her fault.

Caprica's words snapped her from that brief thought. So she, too, had been to the forest since the group disbanded. Morphine couldn't stand to look at the city where she had been born and raised after everything, and the forest had been her only comfort -- but by the sounds of it, Caprica had a different opinion. Of course, there were far too many bugs and crawly things for her liking, but the Elite had been a nice haven, a 'best of both worlds' type of place. It wasn't nearly as chaotic as the city, which was as much a downside to Morphine as it was a perk, but it was more livable than a dirt hole, where those "Clan cats" resided. Yes, she was still a city cat at heart.

"I've been there myself. Not the friendliest place," She spoke with a sense of nonchalance, choosing to side with Caprica on the matter. The mau seemed very off-put by talk of the place, and so Morphine was content to brush over the subject. Instead, she tread forward the remaining distance between them and aimed a few licks for the mau's forehead, hoping to be a comfort to her old friend. "You, now -- we need to get you back in shape. It looks like it's been moons since you had a decent meal."

She was far too paw-weary to go out and attempt hunting now, but as it was nightfall, and rain was still pounding away on the roof of the warehouse, Morphine knew that to try would be a fruitless effort anyhow. "First thing in the morning, we're going to get you fixed up."

What did the lynx point mean by that? Well, Morphine wasn't entirely sure what it meant, herself. This warehouse was a suitable enough shelter, so food was the number one thing. But beyond that... what would they do? Should they try and bring their old legacy back to life? Could they? The question, evading an answer, swam around in the lynx point's thoughts until her eyelids began to grow heavy. Today had been long and exhausting... but she had the feeling that her new spark of excitement would make sleeping difficult.

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[size=8]If you'd rather have a sample with the character I'll be making for an HP, I can. I can also write less or more according to the circumstances in the roleplay. ^_^

Activity level (on a scale of 1-10, and why): 10. I have online school, and so I check the forum more often than I should ^_^; (I WILL be gone next week though -- I have a link explaining in my sig)

Have you read, or at least skimmed, the Spirit info (religion, territory, etc.)?: You betcha. :3 I will, however, read the entire thing in-depth once I have more time / am back from my break.

Other: I LOVE this idea. XD No, seriously. I'm a huge Japanese-culture / religion / etc. nerd -- due to the typical reason of loving anime. I'm nuts about this stuff. If I don't get a high position, I'll still join, 'cause I want to be a part of this~

-waves at Katatonic :D-

Frosty-kins~ · Dec 11th 2011

Username: Frosty-kins~

Cat name: Origin
...I actually named my Sandslash this in my Pokemon game. Why? I have no idea. LOL.

Age: 37 moons (three years, one moon)

Position wanted: Master Gatherer

Appearance: Named for the earth, which is the origin of all that is good and pure in the world to this tom, Origin is a lithe and somewhat lanky tom-cat. A brown tabby, he knows the land and knows how to blend in well with it, his copper-flecked hazel eyes always searching around him for signs of danger. A large, but thin, tom, his fur is short and thin and lies flat on his body, his tail long and almost whip-like, his muscles undeveloped from his lack of training in fighting. Of course, he can, but he's not the best. His strength, as a Gatherer, lies in stealth, hunting, and sniffing out whatever might be around. And his strides, small and light-footed, glide along the ground as if he's one with the earth and the wind, making him a difficult cat to sense.

Personality: However serious Origin may be about his position, hunting skills and such, he possesses a kind, almost goofy personality and air about him. Possessing a few quirks and an odd sense of humor -- he especially loves the occasional pun! But, then, who doesn't? -- he's a little awkward in conversation, but is still your lovable nice guy despite it all. Sometimes called 'overly energetic,' Origin is quite excitable and loves being able to do something, anything, from Gatherer duties, teaching his Gatherer 'minions,' as he jokingly calls them, or just spending time with a friend or two. He also has this extreme and boundless respect for the earth and all that it gives, from the prey it provides, to the sun that warms them, to the air they breathe, to the water it gives, to the mountains the Spirits call home. He loves all of it, and is thankful for its gifts each and every day. He treats it as kindly as if it were a true living thing, sometimes even going so far as to speak to certain things (which may be a little weird but, hey, he's a little weird, y'know?) like the trees or the prey he hunts.

There's some trouble involved with this, however. Being so kind, optimistic, he refuses to believe something has gone wrong. He is overly cautious about things and is never one to bound into them, and he honestly has trouble taking a lot of things very seriously. Not that he isn't mature, but he has just accustomed himself so much to things being a joke or something of that nature that he finds it hard to believe otherwise. So if one were to come up to Origin and tell him that something bad has come up, he would almost always think it's a joke at first and that it didn't happen, all while inwardly fretting over if it could be true and denying it with a secret paranoia, but he won't do anything about it until he is made or forced to realize that it's true and something must be done.

In this regard, he is and can be quite a weak-hearted cat. Many times, he can't accept the truth that the world isn't the wonderful place he makes it out to be, and so tunes out events and cats who don't fit that vision of the world. He is, essentially, a coward putting up a strong front of leadership; he is prudent and wants to do what's best for the Spirits, and so tries to put aside the fear inside of him to do so. It is hard for him to stand up to it and do what is right when he's so scared of what could go wrong or what is already going wrong, however, and thus his near constant hesitation, procrastination to think on the matters if they involve him, or running off to be alone to aid in this thought session.

Advanced bio (not required): Waiting until approval~ <3

Roleplay sample (minimum of 5 lines):

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Activity level (on a scale of 1-10, and why): 9; on just about everyday, more or less. I do have college, though, but winter break is here (YAY!), and thus I will be much more active now. :)

Have you read, or at least skimmed, the Spirit info (religion, territory, etc.)?: Yes! I skimmed it, but I was so excited that I jumped here. >_> I'll read it in-depth when I get the chance.

Other: AWESOME idea. <3333 I love Japanese culture so much! I'm fascinated by it. And I'm incredibly happy to see something like this! And yay, Katatonic is here~

Ashfeather · Dec 11th 2011

Wow, these WIPs are looking good already! Can't wait to see them finished. ^^

Frosty, you can wait for approval, and Chronokitty, that RP sample will do.

musicalkitten · Dec 11th 2011

(ҥƦΦƞΦҜiττƔ wrote:

-waves at Katatonic :D-

Hi Chrono!! And Frostykins!! Yayyy!! Hai der!

Ashfeather · Dec 14th 2011

...aaand bump goes the thread! :P

Foxtail#1 · Dec 14th 2011

Excuse me, where do we find more information about this?

Ashfeather · Dec 14th 2011

Here ya go: http://warriorcatsrpg.com/fan-…-nonhp-signup-298862.html

Nightclaw18 · Dec 16th 2011

Username: Rythm
Cat name: Ember
Age: 38 moons
Position wanted: Master Caretaker
Appearance: She is a large bright ginger she-cat with long fur, broad shoulders, a long scar across her flank and one on her shoulder, and emerald eyes
Personality: She is loud and bold and never afraid to stand up to other cats. Her nature is caring and sweet, despite being a little loud. Her mind never goes off caring for her beloved kits. She is incredibly loyal to Spirits and paying lots of respect to positions higher then her.
Advanced bio (not required): N/A
Roleplay sample (minimum of 5 lines): Ember swivled her head around to the kits. they were busy chasing a white cabbage moth. Ember decided she would catch it and show it's beauty to the kits. She ran caught it. She falttened out her paw for the kits to see. "Cool" chirped a kit. A kit poked at it and it flew away. The kits sighed and ran back in the nursery. Ember looked at the sky and wondered, when would she have kits?
Activity level (on a scale of 1-10, and why): 8-9, it's getting close to Christmas and I'm a little inactive at the time. Won't be on the 21st of December because, it's my birthday and like many people, won't go on at Christmas
Have you read, or at least skimmed, the Spirit info (religion, territory, etc.)?: Read it deeply and know the rules
Other: Love Japanese culture. I'm learning Japanese at school and they have some interesting things. Syonara (or goodbye in English)

Ashfeather · Dec 16th 2011

Thank you for the application~

musicalkitten · Dec 17th 2011

BUMP!

Ashfeather · Dec 21st 2011

Bump!

musicalkitten · Dec 21st 2011

BUMP!

musicalkitten · Dec 23rd 2011

BUMP!!

Moo · Dec 27th 2011

Username: Moo
Cat name: Aaricia meaning Proud, Scandinavian origin.
Age: 22 Moons
Position wanted: Kami-Speaker
Appearance: Aaricia is a large, skinny she-cat with dark brown eyes, almost black. She has long golden fur and sharp features. She has a long short-furred tail that is usually twitching. She was born blind and she has to rely on scent and smell to guide her work.
Personality: Aaricia is quiet and secretive. She only shares what she must and is very cautious of who she speaks to. She thinks of herself as almighty and powerful. She is very vain and enjoys making herself perfect. Yet, even though she is proud, she pities wounded cats and wants to do all she can to help them. Even though her blindness is a disadvantage, she still knows she is the best she can be.
Advanced bio (not required): I might make one soon.
Roleplay sample (minimum of 5 lines):

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Lazulipaw growled, her grey fur bristling. "Faster! You can't expect to catch an enemy like that! You pounce like a lopsided badger!" A large, bulky black tom yowled at her. She snarled and leaped for his shoulders but he easily batted her away like a fly. She hit the ground hard, the breath knocked out of her. She staggered as she tried to get up. Her mentor, Blackclaw hissed annoyedly as he pounced onto her and pinned her to the ground. She leaned away from his acid breath as he spat "You will never be a warrior, you should die." She used her leg strength and kicked him in the gut, trying to get him off. It succeeded and Blackclaw was thrown into some brambles. He hissed at her again as she stood up. "No more play fighting!" he growled. With unsheathed claws, he ran at Lazulipaw and aimed for her shoulder. "What?" she said, surprised. She leaped out of the way and backed up. "We're supposed to be training! Not fighting!" she protested. She barely dodged a claw strike as he said "It means the same thing!" She unsheathed her claws and attacked her mentor. She raked her claws down his flank and he bite down on her leg. She lunged forward but missed and gave Blackclaw an opening to wound her shoulder. Scarlet blood was sprayed everywhere onto the white snow, Lazulipaw was on the ground. Blackclaw stood over her, smirking evilly. "Now, I'm gonna let you rot here. Goodbye Foxdung!" he hissed. He padded back to the Shadowclan camp, leaving Lazulipaw bleeding on the ground. Lazulipaw struggled to get up, beautiful dark blue eyes clouded with pain and fear. What's gonna happen to me? Am I going to die? Hundreds of thoughts buzzed through her brain as her eyes slowly closed. As she was asleep, soft voices whispered to her as stars dotted the blackness. A soft wind blew through the clearing making a quiet rustling sound. "Where am I?" she asked nobody in particular. "You are in Starclan." the soft voices whispered. "Oh no. I'm not dead, am I?" she asked. A large ghostly cat appeared, white pelt glittering. "No, you have a direct link with us. We can talk to you and you can talk to us." she said. Lazulipaw's eyes widened. "Wow." she muttered. "You also feel the emotions of others. We might send you dreams of the future as well." Lazulipaw stood up shakily. "Who are you?" she asked. The she-cat was fading away as she said "I am your mother~." Lazulipaw gasped. "Wait!" she protested but it all faded to blackness. Fuzziness. Wait. Its clearing into something. Lazulipaw winced as her vision became clear and the sun burned her eyes. Her wounds burned like fury, but at least that meant she was alive, right? She stood up and almost fell back down when she tried to use her leg. She bent down and licked it clean. Then she turned and did the same to her shoulder. She stood up again, leg limp. "If I let it go limp, then I can walk. Well, at least its better than before." she muttered to herself. Images of her listening to the medicine cat talk to their apprentice flooded her vision and the sounds of their voices fill her ears. "You use marigold for wounds so it doesn't get infected and cobwebs for bleeding. Chew up the marigold and spit it on the wound, then press cobwebs to it." she heard their voices say. Starclan must be trying to tell me something. she thought. In a couple minutes, she had managed to gather some marigold and cobwebs. She chewed up the marigold and spit it onto her shoulder and leg, then pressed the cobwebs on. "I hope I'm doing this right." she said. She had been interested in herbs since she was a kit, she would always loiter around the entrance listening to their lessons. She was relieved when it stopped bleeding. She sighed. "I'm so hungry. I have to go hunt." she told herself. She stalked through the forest looking for prey. The moon was just about to rise and the sun was setting, turning the sky into a beautiful orange and pink haze. She spotted a rabbit up ahead and smirked. She got into her hunting crouch and kept her tail away from the ground as she had been taught before Blackclaw began sparring. She leaped and landed squarely on the rabbit's back. She killed with a swift claw strike to the neck. Leaning forward, she began to eat the plump rabbit. Succulent juices filled her mouth blending with wonderful flavors as she ate hungrily. After her meal, she sighed with content. "I guess I'll patrol the territory now." she said. She stood up and padded towards Shadowclan's border with Thunderclan. The crisp crack of and ice layer on top of the snow made her smile. it was satisfying. She continued on until she reached the border. Monsters zoomed past so fast it made her shudder. The acid scent burned her lungs and the hot wind made her fluff up her fur. She quickly reset the border markers and backed away. She continued to follow the border around the territory, remarking the markers where necessary. She hissed as a thrush she was about to catch ran onto the Thunderpath. "Stupid vermin." she hissed. She dug her claws into the soft ground as a wave of dizziness hit her like an angry badger. She sat down and groaned as a headache attacked her. "I must.. be trying to do... too much..." she muttered. She lay down and stared up at the spinning night sky. She shut her eyes and let the dizziness over come her and she was sprawled out on the snow. She awoke later, dizziness and headache gone. She stood up and shook the snow off her pelt. The moon was behind a tall tree now and....Wait....What's that white thing sticking out? It looked like a muzzle! She hissed quietly and leaped towards the tree, digging her claws into the bark. She scaled the tree until she came to the owl's nest. She was about to claw the white muzzle but lost her grip and fell into the freezing river below. She hissed as the cold water engulfed her. The river was deeper than it looked and she was being swept away by the current. She managed to poke her muzzle through the water and gasped for air. Sadly though, she was dragged down again. I'm drowning!

Activity level (on a scale of 1-10, and why): Usually 9/10 but I've been inactive lately due to Christmas and such.
Have you read, or at least skimmed, the Spirit info (religion, territory, etc.)?: Yes
Other: N/A

Ribonbon · Dec 28th 2011

Username: Deathwhisper
Cat name: Sin
Age: 16 moons old
Position wanted: Master Guardian
Appearance:

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Personality: To know the personality of Sin, all one has to do is know the meaning of her name. Sin is one of the most heartless, self-oriented cat you'll probably ever meet. How far does her selfishness stretch? Well, let's just say let's just say she'd let a poor and defenseless kit get mauled to death by ravenous animals and actually eat while watching. Just because she doesn't want to get tired. This also insinuates her other flaw: Laziness. Yup, Sin almost never wastes her time doing anything too strenuous or anything that she sees un-enriching. Many animals find her laziness to be a weakness, and it really is. But she always says it saves her from doing anything that is of no gain to her.

Now Sin has a ridiculously large I.Q of 220. Though it seems impossible for an animal to have an IQ that high, Sin does.(This is thanks to her past). To add to her impressiveness, she has a huge memory capacity and is an incredibly fast learner. With her high level of common sense and ability to spot flaws or weaknesses, Sin is definitely a force to be reckoned with. Ever heard of combat? Sin has mastered almost every technique and is making up new, deadlier techniques of her own. Take note: she will never EVER hesitate to kill if she has to. She is also good in Linguistics and knows how to converse in badger, cat, and bird. Sin was born with a cold demeanor and a poker face, making her seem like a big snob. But she is nothing of the sort. She believes that she still has a lot to learn and never, I repeat, NEVER under or overestimates anyone. Ever.

She is so cautious towards others, she became somewhat of a loner. But deep within that hard, cold, logical-minded, heart of hers(I mean REALLY deep down there), she longs for someone to love her the way she never got from anybody. The only way she knows how to show her tiny affection is through protecting her clan with fierce loyalty and following the rules. Too shy and cautious of almost everyone, Sin hides what she can really do. So no one knows her true potential. Oh, and one more thing about Sin, she loves(to a somewhat addictive degree) to eat berries.
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Roleplay sample (minimum of 5 lines): Moonlight streaked through the window of a dimly lit room. A shuffling sound indicated the presence of an entity. Its ocean-blue eyes illuminated within the room’s darkness and a small sigh was heard. In the midst of this dark room, the moonlight illuminated a vague figure of a small girl, whose hair shone a beautiful bronze under the moon’s soothing rays. A metallic clink got the girl’s attention, her head swiveling towards a metal door. A dark figure appeared and slowly walked up to the small child. He extended a hand, to which the child eventually gripped. She was led out the dark, cold room and walked down a long and seemingly endless hallway.
Activity level (on a scale of 1-10, and why): 9-10(I am totally hooked to this website and go on almost everyday for almost 21 hours. At school times, I go online in the eve. But I'm very active.
Have you read, or at least skimmed, the Spirit info (religion, territory, etc.)?: yes.
Other: Sin was born into a wealthy and very well-known family. Her parents and their parents were full-blood kittypets and were softer than the softest fluff. But Sin seemed quite different from the rest of her siblings.
She was provided everything she would ever need. But Sin wasn't like her soft siblings. She hated this soft life. She wanted more. She wanted power. The moment she could walk, Sin dedicated the first two moons of her life practicing her fighting and battling skills. She literally spat on the food given to her on a silver plate and only ate prey she had caught. She was, at least to her family, the black sheep. She didn't care though. She took her family's comments like a grain of salt. One day, Sin was finally able to escape from her home. The next week was heaven to the young kit. She was free to fight, to feel her prey's blood on her pelt. But everything changed when she was caught by some scientist.

There she spent the next five moons as a test subject, constantly prodded by countless needles and injected by tons of concoctions. They were testing on how to enhance the intelligence, mental and physical capacity of a human by a hundred fold. Not wanting to use a human, they decided to use Sin, who was only a 4 moon old kit. The experiments were a success and her brain capacity increased greatly, not to mention it heightened her fighting and killing skills. (Plus her IQ is verified to be 240) She also learned how to converse in cat, badger and bird. When the experiment had finally become a success, the twolegs set Sin free.

Ashfeather · Dec 29th 2011

Thank you for the application~

Okay, this announcement is for [b]everyone[/b]. Unless something comes up, I'm planning on choosing HPs on either January 12th or January 13th. It may seem like a long time (feels like it to me, anyway), but I have finals coming up and would rather not start the roleplay when I'm too busy studying to get on. If you have WIP apps, plan on finishing by that date. That is all.