Posts by Soar high

War has risen once more against the pure ones and the guardians. The fight for the gahool tree begins, two brothers have been torn from the first battle and have been striked with hatred for each other. The gahool nation is in jeperty and has no choice but to protect the tree there auntsesters had lived in for 1000 of years. Will fate tear you apart from the rest? Or will your fate end up like Soren and Claud's?.

Rules;;
No cursing
No swearing
No occ bullying
No owl can be better then yours
And absolute NO POWER PLAYING!!
If you read these rules put owls of gahool in the others section of the forum.

Forum;;
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Owls looks:
Personality:
Side you choose:
Crush:
Other:

My forum;;

ENJOY AND JUST JUMP IN AS SOON AS I ACCEPT YOU!

Name: spitfire
Gender: F
Pure One or Guardian?(We accept Rogues and such): pure one
Rank: owlet (orphan)
Appearance(You may post a picture):

Type of Owl(Barn, Ashy-faced, Great Horned, Snowy, Red): barn
RP Sample(No, this will NOT determine if you're accepted or not):
Spark glided past the pure one guards, her wings wide spread. She was scared of her first flight, afraid that this might be her last. Her ruffled feathers lightly swayed as she dove down toward the creater in the mountains. She tucked her wings tightly to her chest. Once at least 30 meters from the ground, she u sheathed her wings quickly, spiraling upward with presisive agility. She was baffled and awed in amazement at the advance move she pulled off. She sqwealed with pride, she flapped hard upward toward the mountaine she new her whole life. But could never call it home.
Other(Put King Soren if you read the rules): King soren

name;; spitfire
gender;; F
species;; Barn owl
chaw;; Black smith (when she's old enough)
appearance;;

personality;; spitfire has alway been a slow learner, never I retested in any othe owlets business. She was interested in black smithing ever scince she was hatched and always ha a true believe for it. The timid owlet has a sparking personality which gives her the name she is called today
mate/crush;; to young/ to young
other;; she's an owlet (orphan)

Occ: I'm sorry if I'm flooding, I'm new here and is this a joinable thread?because it seems very interesting to me

Occ: ohh I'm sorry and when it is up ill be one of the people joining. Thank you

Yay!!!!

Username- soar high
name- spitfire
age(egg, hatchling, owlet, owl)- owlet
gender- F
appearance-

mate/crush/eggs- young, young, young
rank- owlet
other- she's an orphan and never new her real parents

Accepted! And if you want both owls can be the leaders of both sides :3

Spark chirped with joy, she flapped her wings wildly trying to lift herself of the ground, she failed miserably

Spitfire chuckled peaking up the leftover centipedes in her nest

Occ: of corse you can :3 (if you want when they head into battle he can steal spark)

Spark flapped her wings trying to lift herself off the ground she tweeted anoyed

The shrieks and blood curling crus alerted cracker and spitfire. They both rushed forward grabbing there armies waiting for there leaders cry.

Spark wailed confused an upset. She flapped her frail wings trying to follow the owls that she merely new but trusted. She stumbled down sqweaking. She scrambled up hearing battle claws scrape the fine flooring. She coward toward the empty hollow which she could barely squeeze into.

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Username: soar high
Muse Level: active
Activity Level: active

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Name: Spitfire
Nickname: fire
Age: 2 months
Type: barn owl
Desired Rank: owlet
Back-up Rank: owlet
Personality ( no meet me's): spitfires has alway had a flammable personality, she hates to be ignore an rarely gets into fights with her closest friends, she loves to hog the mealworms an loves to help out around the tree
Roleplay Sample:
Spitfire soared high Into the sky, her first flight in moons. Her wings bended slightly, she swerved upward feeling the cool breeze ruffle her feathers. The young owlet reached her persise altitude before quickly snapping her wings in, she plummeted downward, she was about 30 meters from the ground before quickly ubsheathibg her wings yanking her upward. She spiraled in a perfect circle upwards. She panicked stoping herself in mid air, she sqweaked with pride finaly accomplishing an advance move that her flight school teacher had told her was impossible. She started back toward the tree, the tree she's known for all her life, but never call it her home.

Display Name: soar high
Username: soar high
Muse Level: active
Activity Level: active

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Name: Soren
Nickname: none (he used to be called flutter for his preformed ce of acrobatics)
Age: 2 years old
Type: barn owl
Desired Rank: king
Back-up Rank: second command
Personality ( no meet me's): he tends to be timid and very stuck up. His daughter, spitfire and his dessised mate is the only owlets he chose to express himself to. He can Burt if agitated or stressed, but will always stay true to himself and others
Roleplay Sample:
Soren hovered off the ground looking at the kingdom his father used to rule. A depressing sigh blurted from the old owl. His eyes drifted off toward his daughter, he ment the world to him and his mate,"if she could see you now" he whispered into the wind. He looked up starting toward the large pine tree by a thin stream of water which use to cover most of the forest. The no feathers blocked most of the water from escaping the mellow gap of fallen trees and metal that blocked the river source. Time for him has fallen for his life in the forest would soon change, his death bed was conning and he new it as well. He screeched a blood curling hoot at the sky. Scilence soon fell over the forest plain, quiet.. Everything's so.. Quiet

They look like this;;

Spitfire;

Soren;

Occ; my apoiglies

I'll be a guard

Occ: accepted!

Spark flapped her wings scarily looking at the fighting owls

Spitfire and cracker followed frost with there armor on, she croaked a battle screech shooting forward

[justify]
~Introduction~

Soren flew high above the trees base, the cool breeze ruffled his feathers as he soared through the thick fog of leaves and branches. Gylfie flapped her wings at a fast pace, eagered to see the new hatchlings were his sister eglantine was going to begin her first flying lesson. "I can't wait to see her!" Tweeted Soren, he looped up happily. Gylfie nodded with aproovel,"race you to the hatchery" she challenged darting forward and diving down. " hey Cheater!" He called following her. He dove down with tremendous speed, gylfie challenged diving down an fetcher length faster. They both approached the hollow of eggs and nest borns. The quickly unsheathed there wings yanking them upward, Soren swirled under gylfie landing into the hollow," HAHAHA! I WIN!" He chirped. The nest owls cooed,"SHHHHH". Soren was pink with embarrassment, he skipped over to his mum,"hey Mum where's eglantine?" He asked wagered to see her. His mother had a sorrowful expression on her face, it didn't look like she ate for weeks,"Soren.... Eglantines dead"

SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT! [/justify]

Occ: should I wait for someone else before role playing??

Spitfire perched atop the great gahool tree, the wing ruffled her feathers looking at the fallen sun. She sighed depressingly. She leaped off the branch slowly diving down to any hollow to watch, she was very new and rarely new anyone here.

Occ: thanks!

Occ: aww bye bye bye and thanks!!

Spitfire shot forward blowing the darkness off of its cliff face, she screeches grabbing ahold of one of his wings.

Cracker dodged a cattle blow from two pure ones. He raked his talons down one of the owls backs, feathers flew every were

Spark whimpered hidding in the tight squeezed hollow. She shook hard trying to keep herself hidden

Spitfire huddled close to the surrounding rocks in the pure ones hide out. He shook hard from the cold, she opened her wings trying to lift herself off the ground. She nearly got her tallons off the ground, but the wind viered her upward then sideways down. She merely sqweaked when she hit the ground