Posts by ~Icemoon~

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    Eeeeeyup. I'm ~Icemoon~, please call me Icemoon! Unless there is an active Icemoon here. If so... call me ~Icemoon~.
    Confusing names aside, I'm glad to be here! I roleplay a little bit, I guess. I haven't been in a roleplaying mood for the past month or so, so I may only join 1 or 2 roleplays. I like roleplays that are somewhat active, but with not, like, a post every second or so.
    About me:
    I'm 13 years old.
    I am rather obsessed with narwhals, but I will try to talk about them as little as possible, so I won't annoy anyone (hopefully).
    I tend to be boisterous and loud, though I've been working on toning it down!
    I have absolutely no skills whatsoever.
    I have low self-esteem.


    Er, so, I guess that's all you really need to know about me for the moment... well, hi!

    A week with no internet? Oh, the horror!! Well, have fun. C:


    Meep. The only reason I haven't started roleplaying yet is because, I admit, I am kind of confused.
    Clans, Fan Clans, Free Roleplay: it's enough to make a newbie's head spin!
    And also: approximately how many sentences per post would be wanted for 'advanced roleplay'? I may be there, depending on how much is needed.

    Ah, ok, thank you. Perhaps I'm not quite ready... I can do 20 descriptive sentences, but it takes me a while, and the amount of motivation I have has been declining recently. XD

    Well, since I have to leave for school now, I'll just copy/paste something from a RP on a different site. I have no idea how many sentences it is. And please ignore the ue-ness of the whole thing. I don't usually RPwith sues, but that was the theme of the RP. XD
    And also ignore the things in parenthesis. I do that a lot... :P


    Sunlight streamed into the clearing, reflecting off the strip of water below to create what looked like a river of light. Leaves danced in the gentle breeze, and when they brushed against each other, they created a sound not unlike the rustling of fur. A small, pale form crouched by the water's edge. It had a narrow head, ears that were slightly pricked forward, a slender torso, and four long, lithe limbs ((try saying 'long lithe limbs' 5 times fast!)). It was a cat, and a fine specimen, too. It - or rather she, for she-cat it was - had a long-furred pelt of a cream so pale that it almost passed for white, streaked subtly with a slightly darker shade, to create a beautiful blended effect ((The Sue-ness begins!)). Her tail - long and fluffy, like the rest of her body, was slightly kinked in the middle from a bad encounter with a steep pile of rocks. Her eyes, narrowed against the glare of the sun, were a lovely pale jade color.


    All things considered, she was a pretty cat. But the toms didn't give her a second glance, because she was unavailable. It wasn't that she had a mate, but that she was forbidden to have a mate - for this she-cat was Whispercloud ((SSSSSUUUUUEEEEE))), esteemed Medicine Cat of FlightClan.

    Name: Floodpaw
    Age: 9 moons
    Rank: Apprentice
    Gender: She-cat
    Looks: Floodpaw has a thick, intimidating build. She is not plump, but she is muscular, and looks all the more larger because of her fluffy black pelt. Her tail is short and fat. Her ears are rather widely-spaced, as are her pale mossy green eyes.
    Personality: She acts very confident in her abilities - mainly fighting, due to her bulk. She isn't slow but isn't fast - she is of average speed. she prefers to fight using brute force, but if needed, she will resort to cunning and trickery. she is especially adept at fighting in open spaces. Fighting in the undergrowth is rather hard for her, as her fluffy fur gets easily caught on brambles or other plants. She is very loyal of her Clan, and understanding, but she is not afraid to speak out if she has something to say. She is also very stubborn - she will stick with her plan, even if she knows it will not work. Underneath her confident mask, she is actually quite nervous, and always afraid of getting teased or ridiculed by her Clanmates.
    Mate:
    Kits:
    Kin: Parents, Russetbreeze and Stonesun, were both killed in a fox attack.
    Other:

    Name: Heronfoot
    Age: 39 moons
    Gender: She-cat
    Looks: Tall, slender chestnut tabby she-cat. A long fluffy tail and tall ears. A small white patch on her chest. An narrow face and widely-spaced amber eyes.
    Personality: Very protective of those she loves. Feels that it's her duty to take care of others. Can be snappish and stubborn, but always tries to do what's best for others.
    Mate/Kin/Kits: None; wants a mate
    Other Info:
    Position: Warrior

    Heronfoot pressed her narrow muzzle gently to Lilykit's head. A rumbling purr began deep in her throat. "I'm Heronfoot." Heronfoot had only recently joined the Clan, but Mossystar had told her the tragic tale of little Lilykit, and Heronfoot knew at once that she wanted to be the one to take care of her.

    The lone she-cat stood at the top of a steep ridge, the dying sunlight staining her white pelt with fiery reds and oranges. Her head and tail were held erect, displaying her confidence. Deep blue almond-shaped eyes were set in a narrow face. They glinted defiantly. Her upper lip was curled back slightly, exposing a row of wicked thorn-sharp fangs. She was the image of cruel power.


    She would never dare act like when she was around her Tribemates. She was just a lowly, insignificant Moss-gatherer. She often wished that she was a revered Guard or Hunter, but of course it was never to be. All of her ancestors had been Moss-gatherers, and she was doomed to the same fate.


    Moss-gatherers were treated as slaves, as if they had no feelings. Not only did they collect moss, but they also had to clear away the soiled bedding of others and were often forced to pick out fleas from the pelts of the Ancients, the elderly cats who used to serve in some important position but were now too frail to carry out their duties.


    Countless moons of being mistreated had stripped away the bright, optimistic personality she posessed when she was a Kit. Now she was just an empty husk, who felt only the desire for revenge. And soon very soon - her devious plan would take effect and all those who had wronged her would be sorely punished.


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    I'm only 13, and I don't write that much, so I'm not going to be perfect, ok? /pleasedon'tkillme

    Well, I have joined 2 RPs so far. I always use different, random character, though I do have some OCs I tend to use often. Sadly, on the active one that I have joined, I don't roleplay very descriptively because the other person doesn't roleplay descriptively, and it would look kind of stupid if I posted three paragraphs and they posted three sentences.