Posts by Annie

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    "But...but..." he stuttered, staring at her in shock. He wanted nothing more than to be a warrior, but to roll around in the dirt to him was like rolling in rotting fox dung to most decent cats. Not to mention his earlier breakdown when Jynxkit and Jaypaw had ravaged his pelt mercilessly already had him in a slight state of trauma. He just stared, open jawed, at his mentor in disbelief, his seafoam-colored eyes widened with shock and layered with disgust.

    Stormpaw just stared at her in shock, not making a sound. No cat had ever really spoken to him like that, every cat had always brushed him off as crazy or weird. The young tom didn't know how to respond, his own thoughts became a battlefield that showed in the shocked green of his eyes. Maybe I don't deserve to be a warrior...
    No, I can do it.
    No I can't, that disgusting.
    How old are you, two moons?
    Remember what Jaypaw did??!! I think I have a right to be grossed out for the day.
    No, you cried, like a kit. That doesn't give you a right to anything, just means you need to prove yourself.
    But...
    Just shut up and do it.

    As the tom's thoughts raged in an unending battle he swayed slightly, feeling faint. The young tom could be fragile, but determination was slowly conquering the disbelief in his eyes. I can do this, I am a cat of SageClan! part of him crowed, the other half could only scream in protest at the thought of touching the ground...let alone roll in the dirt.

    Name: Briarrose.
    Looks: A very tall, long legged she-cat who is very slender. She's very attractive, with a slim yet curvy figure and a long tail she often uses. Her eyes are a deep, dark blue and her fur is a pale golden-brown color streaked harshly with black tabby markings.
    Rank: Warrior.
    Crush/mate: Glimmershard(crush).
    Apprentice/mentor: None.
    Persona: Briarrose is a quiet, apathetic she-cat. Despite her emotionless front, she's a bit of a mating addict and a flirt at times.
    Hist: Born and raised in the clan.
    Other: :)


    [justify]Cat Name - Bluepaw. [Bluekit/Bluepaw/Blueheart]
    Gender - Tom.
    Rank wanted - Apprentice.
    Back-up Rank - ...I don't think I need one? Kit maybe, if I change his age.
    Looks - Bluepaw is a fluffy yet sleek tom who never has a hair out of place. He has a lanky build, and is slender considering he's a tom. He has slender, long limbs that make him extremely graceful, his long legs giving him speed and his long tail giving him balance. Bluepaw is actually very feminine in his structure, but that's his own fault to a degree. He is very picky about what and how much he eats which makes him smaller and leaner than most toms.
    Bluepaw's medium-length fur is always groomed to a beautiful shine and kept on place. His coat's base color is a blue-gray, much like a Russian Blue cat but much longer and silky smooth. His silky fur is heavily accented with a lighter, silvery-blue predominantly along the lower half of his body and his face. He has lighter, creamy blue-gray accents around his eyes, like eye shadow, and the black of his skin shows just enough to give them the appearance of having eye liner. His eyes themselves are a pale, sea-foam green tinted lightly with a gray color. When he's upset they darken to more of a dull, pale green.
    Bluepaw has a dark gray-black nose, oddly enough, and pink paw pads on his delicate little paws. His claws and teeth are always kept a bright, pearly white as he often cleans them. The young tom is easily mistaken for a she-cat.
    Persona - Bluepaw is a very honest tom, he is open to talk about most anything and will be perfectly blunt to any cat. He loves to sing and knows he's good at it, which is what gives him the confidence in his attitude. Though the young tom is very confident and friendly, he can be bit of a loner because of his feminine tendencies and personality. He frets over his looks and what other cats think of him, often trying to find a puddle to check his appearance in and taking criticism very harshly. He takes criticism harshly, yes, but he doesn't crumble from it, the young cat uses it to better himself. He is a great team player but can be a bit of a show off.
    Family - No known relatives.
    Roleplay sample - "But..but.." he was shocked the tom didn't try to make some stupid remark like the rest, but then again...he was Crowpaw, not the rest of them. So, reluctantly, Stormpaw stepped out of the fern with a pouting expression. "Just look what they did to my fur.." he whined quietly, it wasn't as perfectly kept as usual, but it still put most she-cats to shame. His silky pelt was smoothed out and freshly cleaned, though slightly tousled...giving him a wind blown look. His eyes were slightly red from tearing up and still held the traces of tears threatening to escape. "I look awful." he said, pouting.
    One rule - "Good grammar. Although this is not an advanced clan, I want it to be semi-advanced. This means good grammar, at least three sentences per ic and no ooc only posts."
    Does this count when asking for a recap?
    Other - Bluepaw is that one cat who will randomly burst into song at any given moment, but mostly when he feels something very strongly. He loves to sing and has a very high range, a range that can compete with a female soprano and win. He firmly believes in the motto "Being forgotten is not always a bad thing." The young tom may or may not randomly burst into another language at a time of extreme emotion:)
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    Username - Annie
    Forum Name - Annie
    Nickname - Annie:)
    Activeness - Pretty active, will be gone this upcoming Friday and Saturday. [/justify]

    Bluepaw trotted out of the apprentice den, his gray fur groomed to its usual obsessive-compulsively neat style. The young tom's green-gray eyes glanced curiously at the other cats in camp, What to do today? he wondered as his eyes found Whitestep and Brasswhistle, then moved to other cats.