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OOC; Hey there, Crackers here, debuting in her first thread here on Warrior Cats RPG. As my first character, I'm hoping that Reaver can meet one of the higher ranking cats, and maybe make friends/allies with them. Thanks

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REAVER AETERNA

AGE; 1 1/2 - DIFFICULTY; Very Hard - LOCATION; Bloodclan Border/Desert

He had been walking for the better part of two days.
The pale, red sand beneath his paws was hot to the touch, and the scorching sun overhead beat down mercilessly down on him. For a cat with shorter fur it might have been an easier journey, and if it had not been for his days spent in the high temperatures in the previous city he lived in, he might have been overwhelmed by it all. As it was though, Reaver had never been one to give up on something once he'd gotten it into his head that he wanted it, and one way or another, the tom was bound to get his way or die trying. It might have been considered a reckless or stubborn way to live, but the Maine Coon/Siberian cross couldn't imagine living in a world without purpose; goals worth dying for.

His current goal was simple; reach Bloodclan Territory.

Reaver had spent his entire life wandering from wicked city to wicked city, searching for something more. His father, as powerful and influential as he'd been in his birthplace, had been a smothering character and a terrible father. He'd practically warped the silvery white toms mind as a kit, convincing him he was worthless, and that his only possible purpose could be to destroy and bring harm onto others. He'd told him that it was his birthright as an Aeterna to endure it, the burden and curse that was theirs; No Aeterna could be happy unless they were the driect cause of the suffering of others. And Reaver knew it was true- partially at least. His name, his blood, everything about him was cursed to misery. The only satisfaction he'd ever gotten in life was perverse; the satisfaction that he was so capable physically. But wasn't that just what his father had promised him, that he would only be happy hurting others? Had the wretched male been right all along?

It was thanks to thoughts like that, terrible, plaguing doubts, that he'd left them all in the first place. If it was true, and if he really couldn't be happy, then he had to find that out for himself. And he had. The life of a rogue had been lonely and hard, filled with bitter standoffs and a snake in every patch of grass. It had ultimately made him stronger- better- but it hadn't made him happy. And so, if satisfaction could only be found through the unhappiness of others, he would bring himself to the most terrible, blood bathed place he could; Bloodclan.

Massive paws moved soundlessly, their progress slow but steady and unhindered by the elements around him. Every now and then he'd pass a clump of dry, brittle grass, but aside from this there was little to see scenery wise; an endless wave of sand dunes, the occasional tumbleweed, and- when he was hungry enough to search for them- the occasional lizard or desert hare.

"Finally." muttered the tom, voice full of masculine youth. For his age, which wasn't even two, he was easily one of the bigger cats you'd find wandering the city or - in this case- desert. A heavy mix of Maine Coon/Siberian-Norwegian Forest Cat, he was no small animal. Broad chested, with powerful legs and the build of a fighter, every inch of him held the smooth shifting muscle of a toned warrior, a cat who kept himself in top condition. And now, with the strong scent of the Bloodclan borders coming at him from just up ahead, he knew he'd reached his destination.

Parting his massive jaws he let a low yowl ring out over the dune ahead of him, wondering if a patrol was anywhere in the area.


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REAVER AETERNA

AGE; 1 1/2 - DIFFICULTY; Very Hard - LOCATION; Bloodclan Border/Desert

_______________________________ ABOUT MY CAT____________________________

Hello there, Crackers here! As a new member I only have two posts up, both of which are for my Bloodclan Tom, Reaver, who is featured in this thread as well- seeing as he's my only cat

As it says above, the toms name is Reaver, and he's only a year and a half old- still pretty young by cats standards. He was born to a small group of very powerful cats in a city far from here, but left them due to his fathers smothering traits and the supposed 'curse' that haunts their family name. It's said that any cat who bares the name Aeterna is destined to find misery in everything they do- that is, unless they are causing the suffering of others, for only through the misery of others can they find their contentment. Reaver himself is a troubled youth who has recently joined Bloodclan. He left his birthplace in order to see if the curse was real, and after failing to find happiness anywhere he decided to give in and do things his fathers way, thus the decision to join one of the most ruthless anti-clans known.

Reaver himself is a distant, dominating male. He doesn't usually come off as arrogant, but there is no doubting the confidence in himself. He can be stubborn and very reckless when it comes to his own well being, and plays the part of 'hardened warrior' surprisingly well for a cat whose just older than an apprentice. He can muster a surprising amount of loyalty though, and is far from heartless despite the fact that he can come off as a jerk more often than not. He craves purpose, is a work-a-holic, and is HIGHLY unpredictable.

**Important Note**

The 'curse' that plagues his family is actually a mental/social disorder that induces extreme depression and anxiety in it's sufferers, basically rendering them emotionally numb. What usually ends up happening is that an extreme course of adrenaline (usually brought on from a fight, being in danger, the abuse of another, rape, etc) will release the endorphins into their system, making them feel an artificial high/happiness. So, all the cats that end up with this unknown illness end up thinking the only way to properly 'feel' anything is by hurting others or putting themselves in danger.

________________________THE PLOT____________________________

Okay, so basically what I want to happen is that Reaver, after learning about this kind of 'Black Market' where slaves are sold, heads out to find it in an attempt to find a cat that he can basically use as a target- that is to say, a cat that he can take his frustration out on, use in fights against other slaves, and basically have follow him around so that if he ever needs to make himself 'feel' he can.

Now, your free to design any she-cat you want, but it's important that she has two key traits that will eventually lead to the 'romantic' part of this plot, and those two things are;

- She has to be intelligent. A cat that can keep up a conversation and use her head just as often as her claws, and who will always challenge him when she doesn't think he's right. She shouldn't ALWAYS be trying to start shit, but she has to be just as stubborn as him when it comes to what she believes.

- The second and perhaps most important trait is that she needs to be a spirited, passionate cat, someone who is always ready and willing to fight back and get into it with him, but who is smart enough to know that she's probably never going to win. Eventually I want their fights to become like an addiction them both, where he needs it because she makes him feel even when they aren't fighting, and where she needs it because she's afraid its the only thing he wants from her, and she doesn't want to lose him, despite all the things he's going to do to her and how fucked up he is.

If you think this is a plot you would enjoy, post here with your cats advanced bio and an RP sample. The more details your bio has the better of a chance you have of getting chosen. I am looking for an advanced RPer (at least 5-7 sentences per post, as I usually do at least 2 paragraphs, so more is always welcome), and someone who is active, on at least once a day, as he is going to be very active and she will need to be as well. If you have read all this and want to join, add the word 'bittersweet' to the 'Other' section along with whatever info you might need to put there. If I don't see it, I wont pick you.
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Yes please! As long as you can meet the requested requirements I'm more than willing to consider anyone

Hemlock sounds great! I will get a thread up and post the link here for you.

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OOC; Awesome! I have been browsing around a lot and noticed that more people than not tend to write just like 2-3 lines and I was like ' I am totally going to lose muse if I'm responded to with 2 sentences every time I post. I am used to writing between 2-5 paragraphs, so I just wanted to make sure I'd find someone who would keep up- thanks for the reply by the way!

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REAVER AETERNA

AGE; 1 1/2 - DIFFICULTY; Very Hard - LOCATION; Bloodclan Border/Desert

It was mere moments before his call was answered. The rumors of Bloodclans numbers must have been nothing short of true, because on the dun opposite him, a form suddenly broke the ridgeline. The silvery form was that of a snow leopard- too small to be anything more than a cub- but a shock to see none the less; after all they were in the middle of a desert.

Green eyes narrowed in suspicion, but he didn't move. To flee from or square off against such an indifferent looking cat seemed foolish, despite the fact that his instincts told him this cat could be a very real danger to him if she so chose to be. As it stood however, her approach seemed less hostile and more bored, as if meeting a trespasser on the border was common.

"My name is Reaver Aeterna. I'm here to join Bloodclan." he replied, youthful lyrics steady and to the point. Emerald orbs clashed in meeting, and the large tom let his tail flick softly behind him.He hadn't known that Bloodclan enlisted the power of other speices- surely they must be a group whose power was every bit as real as the stories told, a place where he could find purpose worth chasing.

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OOC; Yeah, I was reading the guidelines and stuff, but I'm still not 100% on how stuff works- thanks for the patience

And yeah, that would be awesome if you could get he thread going, I just wasn't sure how to go about it, lol.

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REAVER AETERNA

AGE; 1 1/2 - DIFFICULTY; Very Hard - LOCATION; Bloodclan Border/Desert

It was a little uncomfortable, having her eyes pick him apart like that. It wasn't the contact itself or what it meant, but rather that it stirred up certain memories. His father had used to look at him like that, as if he were appraising the worth of a kill. The only difference was that he knew his father could only see the darkness in him, the worthless parts of him. When others looked they all saw a normal cat; large, but fully capable- his father though, had seen an abomination.

Well, the apple didn't fall to far from the tree.

"can't let you join- but i can escort you to camp. i'll have to slit your throat if you do anything dangerous. oh, and you get pretty much one try."

The words were a bit confusing, but he was left to assume that she meant they'd have to go to a higher rank to see about the matter. He was more than willing to be tested if that's how it worked, more than ready as well, but if it was as simple as being looked over and having judgement passed.

"I get it; no funny business." he replied, hurrying to follow her- he'd been wandering this damned desert long enough, and if wearing out his welcome in an unknown camp was his only other option, he'd gladly take it. "Have any tips?" he asked, the words dry and only half sincere- he already knew that his acceptance into this clan couldn't be swayed by any one thing; they would either see him as fit for Bloodclan or not, and that would be the end of it.

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OOC; Sorry for the wait- I might be getting off the comp soon, so I wont be on until tomorrow. Then again, I might steal my neighbors internet when I get home and RP some more, lol

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REAVER AETERNA

AGE; 1 1/2 - DIFFICULTY; Very Hard - LOCATION; Bloodclan Camp

The journey from the borders to the main area of the camp had not been as long as Reaver had expected, which had been fine with him given the fact that he'd had to travel so far to even find this place to begin with. Though he was clearly a cat who was capable of handling what was thrown at him, wandering the desert for any longer wasn't really something the Siberian/Norwegian/Maine Coon was keen on doing- though he would have if it had been asked of him. He'd left his father and the group he commanded to try and find a life worth living, a life that might provoke him from his numbness- hopefully he'd found it.

In silence the large cat followed the snow leopard cub into the camp, emerald eyes taking in the area with calm interest. There was certainly no shortage of cats here, and just as he'd suspected, his guide wasn't the only other 'speices' that this group seemed to play host to; dogs, wolves, snakes, and he was sure more were blended in amongst the hundreds of cats that lounged about the great clearing. It was to another cat though, that he was led, and when the cub finally came to a halt- tripping over her feet for what must have been the fourth time since they'd began, he knew they'd finally come to somebody capable of giving him an answer.

"Accepted." came the servals response, having looked over the tom with the same appraisal that the leopard had.

The broad shouldered tom gave a nod of his crown, letting the smooth muscle along his back shift with the movement. He hadn't been sure if he would be tested or not, but he supposed he was still on trial weather they said so or not- and that worked for him. His only reason for being here was for the rush, for that inescapable high that came when the adrenaline started to flow. It was the only way he could feel anything, and he just couldn't deal with being numb anymore.

"You have my gratitude." came his lyrics, masculine in their youth, but hollow of proper emotion, despite the attempt at a smile he threw back at her.

He had been about to introduce himself when another joined them, a she-cat asking if he would like a tour. He arched a brow, a confused, but willing to accept the offer none the less."Sure. My names Reaver Aeterna- you can call me Reaver though, if you prefer it." came his words once more, tail flicking behind him.

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I have to get going now (I am at my sisters) but I will be back on tomorrow and will have the thread up asap

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SO, if you are interested, can post at least 1-2 detailed paragraphs of writing, and are active enough, I would love to get a thread going. I have a Bloodclanner tom if you are interested in a WC related thread, otherwise I am more than willing to come up with something. I prefer to play the dominant character, so just let me know what you have in mind [/justify]

Username: Crackers
Activity Level: I'm on daily from about noon to 8
Roleplay example (Only have to do it once): http://warriorcatsrpg.com/inde…1.msg53275234#msg53275234
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Name: Razorewire
Gender: Tom
Age: 2
Mate/Crush/Kits?: None Living
Kin: None Living
Rank Desired: Secondary
If not? (Warrior, queen, kit, apprentice, elder):
Appearance (Pictures Only):
Personality (At least 3 sentences with 1 flaw): Razor is a male with many issues, all of which stem from his terrible upbringing and pain filled past. Though he has many admirable qualities; courage, confidence, strength, cunning, he is a very troubled male, and has issues properly connecting on an emotional level with most cats. He can appear distant and cold because he's afraid of the pain that comes with getting close to another, and has a habit of sabotaging anything that might make him happy.
History (At least 3 sentences): Razor was born into the slave trade. His mother was one of many queens belonging to a group of males that trafficked queens, and though he'll never bring it up, he did suffer physical, mental, and sexual abuse as a young cat. When he was six months old he was sold to a male that fought him against other young cats, and after perfecting his battle skills to the point where he was fighting cats twice his age, he turned on his master and escaped. After this the male wandered alone for a while before running into a young male who was going through something similar. He saved the male from his problems, and the two ended up falling in love only to be savagely ripped apart by the society they lived in. The younger male was burned alive while Razor was out hunting one day, and after returning to find the body he went mad with heartbreak, only to be found by Shatteredstar. Now he runs with Brokenclan, knowing he'll never be whole again.
Other?: Rebels / He's Bi-sexual

I would love to plot with Lantern and Reaver- I don't really know much about royalty and stuff, so im not sure if that's something I could properly RP, but if you leave a bio for your tom I would love to get started on that, though I might be heading off the comp soon. Very interested to hear back from you though- I wasn't sure if anyone did M/M RP's on here

Razorwires actual mate will be female, as he won't ever be able to feel for a male what he did for his first love. And as he has never gone into detail about his past with anyone, he will pretty much be straight as nobody will know he had relations with a male before joining the clan. Is that okay?

I'm very interested. You can browse my posts to see if I'm what your looking for and I can create a scarclan mentor for you. I am new and only have my one cat , Reaver, so far, but I'm definitely advanced. :)

With one last glance to the leopard cub and serval cat to make sure there was nothing he was missing before he actually went on this 'tour', the silvery white tom gave a nod of his head to indicate his leaving before stepping off after the strange she-cat.

"Yeah yeah, names Jasmine Malvado, don't ask why I don't talk and follow me."

The words forcing themselves into his head was an invasion he had neither expected nor found himself found of. Suspicious green eyes narrowed on the cat ahead of him- just what kind of cat was she? He'd never come across anything like this before, and to call it strange would be perhaps the nicer of things he could come up with.

"Well can you read my thoughts as well as speak in my mind? I'd rather not look like an idiot talking to myself if I can avoid it." he asked, falling into step along side her. Maybe he should have just tried answering her in his mind, but he had no idea how this worked, and what if he looked like a bigger idiot saying nothing because he was trying to speak to her in his head?

OOC; Sure

Can't wait!

Did you have a plot in mind? Not sure how old Lantern is, but Reaver is in need of an apprentice, so that's a possibility if your interested. I am open to all sorts of things though :)

Here it is

Sorry if its a kind of cruddy post, I am still getting used to him.

http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1263181.new#new

Blah, sorry about my slow response- I do most of my posting from my phone, and unfortunately I cant read anything on this page without an actual laptop due to the tables, so I didn't see a lot of what you had typed, sorry. And what am I missing from my others section? I thought Rebels was the only thing?

Very excited- I only have one character on this site (a Bloodclanner called Reaver) so I am very excited to be playing such a high position. I am on daily, and am grateful for the chance to be such an important member

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REAVER AETERNA

AGE; 1 1/2 - DIFFICULTY; Very Hard - LOCATION; Bloodclan

He had been on his way back in from patrol when he'd smelled it; man.
It was a smell he'd grown more than used to during his days as a city cat, but out here in Bloodclans desert it was an anomaly to say the least. It had taken Reaver himself almost 2 days to reach the capitol, and that was with a sense of smell to track the cats who'd come before him. For a humans sent to be so far out here could only mean one of a few things, and he wasn't too keen on any of them.

[color=white]"Having fun?" came the youthful lyrics of the young male as he came upon the scene; a kit ravaging a dropped bag and rifling through its contents. Reaver might have found such a sight amusing if it had been within his power to, but as it was he was a cursed cat, and the heavy hollowness that echoed inside him kept him unfeeling of anything more than the emptiness within. To any other he was a normal tom working for Bloodclan, but Reaver was so broken inside it wasn't even humorous.

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REAVER AETERNA

AGE; 1 1/2 - DIFFICULTY; Very Hard - LOCATION; Bloodclan Training Grounds - STATUS; No Capture/No Kill

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It was his second day in Bloodclan.
His first had consisted of a tour from a cat called Jasmine after his acceptance by a serval whose name hadn't been given, followed by a hunting patrol before he was told to turn in- he had arrived pretty late in the day after all. And now, on his second day shortly after he'd had his morning meal, it seemed like things might get interesting. Reaver had come to Bloodclan with a purpose that probably strayed from the norm when it came to most cats; his families curse.

It wasn't anything fancy really, not even something another cat would really notice unless they were trained to look for the discrepancies in ones traits, but it was there none the less; he couldn't feel on an emotional level, not properly at least. In his chest where feelings should have blossomed there was nothing but emptiness, a hollow ache that spread all throughout him- the numbness, they had come to call it. It was both nothing to him and everything all at once, and he knew that only in Bloodclan could he bring himself to feel anything, because it was as his father had told him, 'the only way to feel alive was by destroying others, or destroying yourself'. And it worked, he had tried it. When he was up to his ears int eh fight, clawed open and bleeding, ripping open the throats of his enemies, he could feel it.

And so the massive silvery tom didn't hesitate when he heard the call for battle training. He got to his paws and made his way to where the call had sounded, doing his best to remember the way to the huge training grounds. What he found waiting for him was a bit of a surprise; four identical copies of the same cat. With it came the same invasive pressure in his head, the tell tale sign of a telepathic gaining entrance to his mind. 'Can everyone in Bloodclan do this?' he mused inwardly as emerald eyes shifted from cat to cat. In the city he'd come from there'd never been anything like this, and Jasmines telepathy had been his first experience.

Well, time to see what he could make of his second.

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