Designers Contest! -- Announced! congrats. ^_^

[font=georgia]Paws tingling with excitement very unlike him, Dangerzone kneaded the ground a watched everybody else. His was the best. It had to be the best! It was a bit worrying to think like that. What if they were better than him? What if--what if?! Cool it Buster. Cool it.

Thank StarClan for weird mental voices that only popped up when it was needed.

Nervous? Not exactly. Excited? Most certainly. Hearing Lovelace's voice, she got up. Shattered called her model over, "Come here, we need to show this beauty." grinning as she looked over the whole outfit. Oh, was it perfect. It was her model that was the problem, "Head up, chin out. This is a contest for sakes!" she hissed as her model finally listened. "Lovelace, I hope you find interest in this divine treasure I made." Shattered flicked her tail as she waited for Lovelace to see to her outfit that she made all on her own.

coldplayer pastel !? wrote:

[justify]<sup>Username|| cher-cher
Link to profile || click here
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Name of cat|| Antiquechina
Appearance|| A lithe, simple silver tabby with green flecked amber eyes. She is long-haired.
Why you want to be a Designer It seems like a fun position and I need to be more active here -- I'm going to have an HP related kit here soon so it'll be nice to have a chance to get a little bit of a chance to see what it's like before c: It's cool entering a clan for the first time, but as an HP? It's a whole different story.
Other|| Nope.
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Lithe silver paws whisked themselves over the long, crushed grass, light and easy to run. Antiquechina made her way over to the gathered cats, her friend padding along side her. As soon as the young warrior heard about the Designer contest, she came a-sap. This would be her chance to shine! Making her friend stay put, she went out and collected a bunch of vines, some tree sap and raced back. She glued a bundle of vines -- not very long -- to the side of the her friend's left ear, like a clip or head band, then began gluing the rest around her legs, like vines growing on a wall. She glued them all around her friend's tail. She was looking beautiful already. Antiquechina smiled, happy with her work so far.</sup>

^{Finding a piece of soft rubble, Antique rubbed it under her Model's eyes, and above, to make it look like smoke from under her hazel orbs, which complemented the outfit quite well. Biting her lip. the young warrior rushed off to find more things. When she returned, her She added some flowers to the clip of hair, and then to the legs and tail. On her back Antique put some leaves and such, even a twig here and there, until her model looked like a forest beauty. "Done!" She gasped, looking at her model in awe.}[/justify]

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[font=georgia]ooc: Hey Switchy, will these be chosen soon or will it be a while. I dunno if I should spend my time making a fancypost for the app. xD *only sees details*

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Oh, was he supposed to do that too? Starting to fidget, the ever-proud Dangerzone realized that he was getting close to one of those nervous breakdowns he was so prone to suffer from. WatchingShatteredallegro's cool attitude didn't help, so he had to pace back to his model and look over him again while he took deep breaths. Once he was cool again, he Designer-hopeful beckoned his model to Lovelace's view while not demanding her attention. carefully checking to make sure that there were no cracks in the bones, he waited for an excruciatingly long time while waiting for at least some of the Designer's attention.

Shattered grinned, "Love, will you be choosing the apprentice because my model is an apprentice." and indeed she was, small , but a beautiful body for Shattered to approve of. Cat-walks were the best part of the contest. Hard work will be getting used for something important. She couldn't wait for her cat to go. Shattered took her attention to Dangerzone, was he okay? "Thank you for viewing my hard work."

[font=georgia]ooc: I hate touchscreens. >.>

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Now effectively cooled down, Dangerzone flashed a glance over to Shatteredallegeo, risking a demoralizing, arrogant smirk. His work was the best around! Even if he got dead last, he loved what he did. No cat would dare threaten SunClan with his designs around!

[justify]Antiquechina looked over at Shatteredallegro's model and smiled. "Oooh, my, that looks nice." She chirped, her eyes friendly and cheerful. But then again, the silver tabby was always like that. The ends of her maw curled, revealing a dazzling smile. Turning back to her own model, she adjusted the vine-headband to where one side had more vines, like a string. She whispered in her friend's ear quietly, "Okay, so when you go up there, remember to strike a pose, and when you walk back, take one final look and.." Her words could go on forever, but the she-cat knew that Splatteredpaw would do fine.[/justify]

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OOC: desertstorm, your on a phone? xD I was on one earlier and mine is touchscreen too and I like flipped out. xD

IC: Shatteredallegro knew that Antiquechine was only being nice, "Your's too." she gave a cheesy smile and turned back to her model. "Listen," she whispered, "You go out there and kill it. Don't pay any attention to the others, just strut out there like you own it." wise words came spilling out of her mouth and pouring into her model's ear. Knowing she did well, she gave a nod of approval. Sitting down, she hissed, "Do not sit on the valuable piece of clothing I worked my butt off on."

[font=georgia]ooc: iPod, yeah. Very slow, and keeps changing my words. Dx

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"Keep your cool. Be dangerous. Snarl, pose. Anything to seem fierce and strong." Dangerzone instructed in low tones, eyes flickering around.

[align=center][ooc] make my application later, on my phone.[/ooc]

Primadonna's lean form circled his model slowly, studying the apprentice with a critical eye. Yes, Primadonma, was infact, a dude; despite such a femine name. To match, he was happily gay, a bit of a bitch, a girls-bestfriend type of guy. Rumour has it, when he came out his mother, he told the medicine cat she was fat.

Pri slowed to a sitting position, looking at his tools for what he had to work with. Inspiration? Come on...Usually, Primadonna was a fashion-diva, he has a eye for beautiful things. What was that in the tree? A mockingbird! Turning his femine blue eyes to his model, his lips pursed in a struggle to represent the mockingbird in this white she-cat and the bunch of things by his paws.

Turning his head to check out the competion, Pri glanced at Dangerzone, then to a simple but pretty she-cat.

OOC: ill be back later ^^

IC: The wind blew.

[font=georgia]ooc: Yessss..... *pulls out caution tape* >D

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Dangerzone flicked his ears back to Lovelace, but otherwise remained completely focused on his model. Using a last-minute idea, he returned to the earlier-used berry bush to grab a few more berries. "I'm going to add some paw prints." Was his only respons when questioned by the model. That was all his stell-trap jaws would say as he worked on mashing up e berries again. This time, though, he didn't use a twig, instead using his own paws to make the quick, light pattern on the van-patterned tomcat's hindquarters,

"Now I'm done. I think." He was never done. Perfection was elusive.

OOC; Cosmicwolf I see you everywhere I post how ironic xDDD

IC; Shattered paced back and forth around her model, petrified that something would go wrong. No, she wasn't scared, she just didn't want something to go wrong and ruin her chance to be something she dreamed to be. "Chin up!" she hissed to her model once more. "Back flat, feet spread apart." she dismissed her model to go and wait.

Gravity flicked an ear as the resounding boom of a cat hit her ears. Turning an ebon head in that direction, the she-cat looked on hesitantly. A contest? To be a designer? Oi, what fun! Keeping a steady pace as the near-midnight cat strode over, she paused as she heard the allowance of one model per entry. Good, good. Came the thought from the rather placid she-cat of SunClan. Not one for fighting and never having been the best hunter, all other positions had most certainly caught her attention.
Designer in particular.
But anywho, back to the contest. Flipping her head back to look at the Sun's position in the sky, Gravity gave a small frown and began to wonder how long she would have to dress up her model- er, apprentice.
Gem-like jade orbs scanning the camp to find her victim- er, apprentice. Again.
Spotting an innocent little apprentice with the markings of what almost appeared to be a fox of sorts, the Warrior's eyes lit up and she raced over, intent on getting this done quickly.