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    Melanitemask kept by Peridotpaw's side, in the end very proud with how he had designed her. It had been something he had thought over a great deal, trying his best to calculate what would work best for her light green eyes and cream coat, and he thought he managed that very well. If anything, at least he knew that. He could only hope that Lovelace's reaction was positive. That was what mattered above all else in the end to him.

    Gravity's eyes shone quietly as her model- or should she say fox stood up a bit straighter, hazel eyes gleaming like a field of wheat before harvest.
    And Mangrovepaw did indeed feel proud. After having looked at her reflection in a small puddle left from previous rainstorms, the apprentice nearly let out a shriek- a mix of delight and terror as she saw the hybrid staring back at her.
    Cat turned fox. Fox with cat slightly blended in. It was beautiful and mystifying, even to she who was the object of such fanciful creativity. And for once, Mangrovepaw was unafraid of what was to come. The other apprentices could laugh at her, but inside she knew only foolish cats held no fear for foxes. Standing up straight, the fox-like apprentice lifted her chin up just before catching a smile from the ebon she-cat; whom she now knew by name.

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    piano.


    Why do you want this position? ||
    This seems like such a fab rank! It's unique from all the other ones and it would be great to play a cat with an artistic passion.


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    Cat's name ||
    Duchess le Roux is her full name.
    Occasionly she is nicknamed Honey for her pelt.
    If she get's the position, I may change her name to a full warrior one.


    Cat's appearance ||
    With strong kitty-pet roots, Duchess' appearance is different from most cats.
    Duchess was a prize winning she-cat, so she must be beautiful. And she most certainly is; her eyes are perfectly round and a summer green, deep like endless fields of healthy grass. The fur around her eyes is a circle of honey coloured fur, not quite ginger but not quite off-white/cream, hence where she gathered her nickname. These halos around her eyes soon clear away and gradually melt in to a sandy ginger. Duchess isn't exactly a tabby, because she only has a few stripes on her body unlike the many of a regular tabby. Her muzzle is a creamy white; with long, white whiskers and a salmon pink nose which darkens as she blushes. Her chest is, like the rest of her fur, is as soft as cotton without a hair out of place. It's a strong white, without a shade of any other colour. She hasn't got a lean figure, but more of a curvy one but certainly not chubby. Her legs are quite short, and her paws are a creamy white and perfectly round. Like tiny socks that instantly stop at the start of her leg.


    Cat's personality ||
    Duchess has a soft French accent, that can be plainly heard in her speech and meows. She is dainty and elegant, not liking to get dirty and definitely won't fight a cat under any circumstances, she doesn't see the point in violence. You will never find her cursing, or talking about a cat behind there back, she was raised proppa, you see. Usually cat's won't be able to find something to hate about Duchess but jealously is always a fine option, and Duchess takes things to heart instantly. She has a hatred to players and won't fall in love in a snap of a claw, she has a tendency to think much to much and sometimes getting hurt in the pause.


    The cat likes all animals, dogs, cats, birds, anything. If they are polite to you, you polite back. She, to most cats surprise is very intelligent and intellectual and won't fall for stupid tricks. Spohisticated and elegant, the she-cat, even when angry tries to hold her tongue; but if a cat has stabbed her in the heart she won't be able to cope, probably have a rant in French.


    Other ||
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    .everywhere I'm looking now.
    .i'm surrounded by your embrace.
    .baby I can see your halo.
    .you know you're my saving grace.


    'You're beautiful, darling, keep your head up and hold eye-contact.' Duchess' French voice whispered in to the white ear of the young apprentice. Waving her plush, faintly stripped tail over the she-cats nose to keep her head upright.
    Moving a round, cream paw to the pile of beautifully colored items to her left, seperating them gently with a delicate hand. Finally choosing on a bird-theme, Duchess picked black feathers to turn her white model in to a Mockingbird. Placing the ebony feather behind her ear, the French she-cat began to hum quietly as she worked; engrosed in her work. Scattering the feathers on the she-cats fur toke time, time to make the coal-colored feathers to stay in place. 'Honey, isn't it rather strange to have me dress up as a bird?' The white apprentice meowed quietly, turning her blue eyes to meet Duchess' green ones. 'You're a fragile bird, darling, a blessing to nature, free as a feather.' She muttered through her teeth which were holding a red-flower headband, her voice dripping with the French accent.


    After more time of preperation and hopeful meows, Duchess toke a step back from her creation, drawing a breath in at the beauty she created on such a simple white cat. A picture of pure beauty and grace, every detail more beautiful than the last. The most beautiful thing to expreince is the mysterious, and she had brilliantly captivated it in this piece of art. Ribbonpaw's fur was now scattered with feathers, many beneath her arm-pits to give her the look that she could take flight. That would be her show-stopper. Ribbonpaw would walk out, beautiful but no unique, just before turning, she would lift her front-legs up. Give the audience the view of her wings.
    Balanced on the side of the Ribbonpaw's head, lay a natural-looking row of dark blue flowers. The stems all tied together in a simple knot, done by Duchess' teeth and claws.


    'You look beautiful,' Duchess purred, powered by glee. 'Remember, walk softly, graceful,' She muttered softly, giving the Ribbonpaw's shoulder a lick.




    .you're everything I need and more.
    .it's written all over your face.
    .baby I can feel your halo.
    .pray it won't fade away.


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    Heurex was calm and relaxed,proud of her model.The apprentice smiled at Lovelace when she passed them.

    [font=georgia]Soappaw gave a slight smile to Lovelace as she passed, his eyes seeming to be in a completely different place then in SunClan camp. He gave his head a small shake, before sitting down - awaiting Lovelaces final descision.

    Shattered looked at her beauty, "purrfection my dawling." when she was sure of something, her accent changed somewhat. She couldn't wait to let her model go up there and steal the show. That was she dreams, and if it does, she will actually cry.

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    DoctorWhoFan


    Link to profile ||
    http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?action=profile
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    Name of cat||
    Cinna


    Appearance||
    Dark, caramel-brown Tom with eccentric golden eyes, and a lithe form.


    Why you want to be a Designer
    Designers are awesome! I think it's really cool how they work and that it would be a great expirience if I got to RP one.
    Other||
    May the best cat be chosen! XD
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    Cinna checked his supplies, making sure he had what he needed for his model. He could already envision what he was going to do. Of course, it all depended on what his model looked like naturally. Ginger, cinnamon, white, black, shorthair, longhair.. All of it was crucial when it came to designing. He smiled as his model, a nervous-looking, dark brown she-cat apprentice, came over to him. "Ah, hello! You must be my model?" He asked the apprentice, trying to sound friendly. The she-cat nodded, and Cinna started pacing around her, taking in every aspect of her body. She was shorthaired, and a lovely brown color with bright orangish eyes and small paws with spindly legs. His idea would work perfectly!


    "Okay, so for my idea, I need to know this," Cinna mewed, a sly look on his face, "Do you like fire?"


    Cinna chuckled as he spotted the alarmed look on his model's face. "Don't worry, I'm not going to actually set you on fire." He gestured for her too follow him as he padded over to his supplies. After rummaging around for a few seconds, Cinna pulled out some berries, feathers, and dark red and orange gemstones. The caramel Tom padded close to his model and got to work.


    He mashed berries into juice and used that to stain the she-cat's pelt bright red, then arranged all of his feathers, which were cardinals, so they were all red, over her flanks, to make it look like wings at her sides. The gemstones he placed in the crooks of a branch that had been twisted into a circle, and made it look stunning, like a crown made of pure fire, except for the fact that it wasn't hot. Cinna placed that on his model's head, and then padded in circles around her, taking in his work.


    "You will shine brightly, my Pheonix," He mewed dreamily.

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    [justify][font=georgia]OOC: Do we continue RPing, or is there going to be another thread?

    [align=center][font=georgia][size=8]occ|| No. This is closed. I have to talk to pick the newly Designer. Feel free to edit your post to make it loner since you just got here. X3 Just get the appearance of your model, will work. We can just say that you were working on it during the time.

    [justify][font=georgia]OOC: Okay, edited it.

    OOC: ahh, I'm so nervous!


    IC: Shattered patiently waited for Lovelace, she couldn't wait. This had to be her most exciting day in her life. Yes, of course she would be disappointed if she hadn't been picked but hey, that stuff happens. Tough, if her outfit never got used, she would get ticked. All she was itching for, was to win but wouldn't show it.

    Skywalker waited, the tension bubbling up inside of him, making his heart pound. He wanted this; he did. It'd be the chance to truly express his imagination he truly felt. He swished his tail around his paws, kicking up a bit of dust as it went. He looked at his model, a reassuring gaze.

    Duchess sat beside Skywalker, keeping her stance as lady-like and graceful as she could managed through racking nerves. Keeping her head poised and chin slightly upwards, she sat back on her haunches. Deep breaths, sometimes interrupted by ragged inhaling. She wanted this. Such a beautiful oppurtunity to express her French culutre and lady-like ways to the warriors who couldn't understand her ways.


    Turning over her shoulder, she shot her model a encouraging smile. The white she-cat was doing her instructions perfectly, a stance that looked like she was going to take flight any moment. Black feathers arranged through her fur in complexed patterns. A floral head-band balanced on her head in a dark navy.

    Shatteredvision perfectly pointed out who was going to win, and in her vision, she wasn't one of them. At least she got to show her natural talent. Depressing to not hear her name of course, but at least she would have got to show her talent.

    Melanitemask gazed around, trying his hardest to look calm and collected as he kept still. To keep his composure was something that he was finding to be difficult. That nervous feeling that he had earlier was now bubbling up to his throat, making it difficult for him to think straight. He wanted nothing more than to get to do something he had a passion for, though he knew it may not happen, and he was willing to accept that too. For now though, his thoughts were occupied with the same repetition and worry as they circulated over and over again.

    [justify][font=georgia]Cinna waited patiently, a little ways away from Shattervision. He couldn't wait, of course, but he could keep himself under control. Looking composed and elegant, Cinna silently praised himself for his work. He was a genius! But, after seeing everyone else's, he knew there was a lot of competition for him.

    {nervous even though I wasn't here for like 3 pages xD}


    Antiquechina waited patiently, her stomach fluttering and heart racing. If she became one.. what would happen? It would change her life, at the most, but if she didn't.. well, at the least she'd be disappointed. But that was okay too.

    [align=center][font=georgia][size=8]Lovelace had glanced around. She had picked. She had been watching the models closely as she had picked this one. "Gather around. I have picked." Lovelace had flickered her green eyes around as she had her grin on her face. She had sat down as her belly was swollen with her kits as she had nodded. "I want to say, the new designer will train under me, however. " She looked at her belly and purred. "your training well be delayed."