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  • RAINCLAN ➸ SIGNUP ➸ ACCEPTING

    [size=7pt]Name: Sorrelclaw
    Gender: Female
    Rank: Warrior
    Age: 18 moons
    Appearance: Sorrelclaw is a small, long-furred white she-cat with black spots and chocolate brown eyes. Though very weak looking and not very strong, she moves quickly on her small paws and can easily twist around if someone attacks from behind. She has tall black-tipped ears and a long, furry tail.
    Personality: She is always a loyal and trustworthy warrior, though sometimes she can't help but act a bit younger than she is. Sorrelclaw tries her best to act mature around her superiors and fellow warriors, even though that usually causes her to get in a bit of trouble. Other than that, she is a fairly reasonable cat and cares for the whole clan like they are all family.
    Crush?: None yet
    Mate?: None yet
    Kits?: None yet
    History: Sorrelclaw was born on a sunny day, oddly enough, to a young she-cat apprentice and a rogue tom. The tom, of course, ran for the hills once he heard the news, leaving the apprentice to care for her litter of two kits by herself. Sorrelclaw and her brother, Echoleap, managed to survive, but once they reached two moons old, their mother died and a new queen took her place. This filled the two with grief, but as they grew older and more understanding of life, they eventually let go of all their worries.
    Other: Sorrelclaw and Echoleap are siblings of the same litter, though Echoleap is older than her.
    Did You Read the Rules?: Moo!    [/size]


    [size=7pt]Name: Echoleap
    Gender: Male
    Rank: Warrior
    Age: 18 moons
    Appearance: A long-furred, jet black tom with large white paws, broad shoulders, and a streak of white running from the tip of his raspberry nose to his forehead. Like his sibling, Sorrelclaw, he has a long, whisking tail and chocolate brown eyes. The only problem is that he was blinded not too long ago by a badger attack, and may have to switch to the elder's den.
    Personality: Echoleap, though he was a grand and fierce young tom at one point in his life, seems almost entirely drained of all emotions except for anger, hate, and the occasional respect. He doesn't care much about anything these days, except wanting to be able to see again. It is rare if you can get him to be kind towards you, and even rarer to find him smiling or laughing.
    Crush?: None yet. Obviously he doesn't care about looks.
    Mate?: None yet.
    Kits?: None yet.
    History: Not too long ago, when he and his sister were finally deemed warriors, he was assaulted by a badger and blinded. Luckily a patrol happened to pass by and help him before he was torn to shreds. Whenever he hears something about something's appearance, he gets completely flustered and will usually stomp off to find a new place to relax. Don't take him for a fox-heart, though, he's just going through hard, misunderstanding times.
    Other: He is- as I said three times- blind.
    Did You Read the Rules?: Moo!    [/size]

  • RAINCLAN ➸ ROLEPLAY

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][font=georgia][color=black]Sorrelclaw's long tail unfurled behind her as she stretched out her sore muscles in the middle of camp, her ears pulled back as an enormous yawn gaped between her jaws. The black and white she-cat sat upright once she was finished, much more relaxed as a stiff joint loosened. The female warrior accidently slept in, just as her brother had, but she had enough sense to prepare herself before the patrols returned. Giving her long fur a quick run through with her sandpaper tongue, she kept her chocolate brown optics open in case they returned early with a new stock of fresh kill.


    Echoleap opened his chocolate optics, finally awake from his slumber. At least, he believed he was awake. Everything looked the same to this blind tom: dark and unknown. Uncurling himself from the slightly uncomfortable position he managed to struggle himself in to, Echoleap pushed himself up from his nest and slid his paws across the floor of the den slowly, trying to find his way out without accidently stepping on someone else who may still be in the den.

  • RAINCLAN ➸ ROLEPLAY

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][font=georgia][color=black]Sorrelclaw looked to the smaller fresh kill pile, deciding she could wait until the next round came. Until that time, she began to doze off in the faint sunlight, a purr quietly rumbling in her chest.


    The tom flicked an ear, a bit startled at the sudden voice near him. Echoleap wasn't yet fully adjusted to the lack of sight, but he was getting better at hearing and scenting. "I'm fine." He replied a bit gruffly in a deep tone, almost as though he were disappointed.

  • It's not my place to wander, or the time to fight :Kittypet found on Territory:

    [img width=510 height=382]http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs7…by_foxlover12-d38zutz.png[/img]


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    Speck is a young kittypet whose curiosity got the best of her, making the defenseless young feline leave the safety of her garden and the careful watch of her elderly mother. Now she is lost, wandering between the maze-like forest in search of her home.


    Along the way, she meets a loner (or a couple) and they teach her why freedom from the captivity of the twoleg place is like heaven. Though it may take a while to entirely persuade her, it will be worth it, and she will remain in the territory with the other loner(s).


    This is- of course- a jump in roleplay. Many plots may develop, but first, some information about Speck:


    Name: Speck
    Age: 16 moons, about the age of a young warrior
    Appearance: Speck is a small, lithe ginger tabby with a white tail tip and a white blaze on her nose, along with a single white paw on her front left foot. Her eyes are a pale blue coloration, and she has some extra fur loose at the top of her head, creating a fringe over her left eye sometimes.
    Plots:
    ++friendships
    ++mate
    ++kits
    ++clan joining
    ++tribe joining
    ++new group joining
    ++powers
    ++prophecies
    --Anything else that can be thought of, even a sworn enemy!

  • Come one! Come all! Join Spiritclan!

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    [font=georgia]| Tigerkit | Tigerpaw | Tigerstone


    Name: Tigerstone
    Gender: Male
    Age: 23 moons
    Rank: Deputy perhaps? If not, then warrior, please.
    Species: Common feline
    Power(s): Sound manipulation. He can make a falling leaf sound like a rock dropping, as long as he can see it and focus on it hard enough. He has to be careful using it, though, since if the noise is too loud, it can give him migraines and terrible nose bleeds. Other than that, he has no separate powers.
    Personality: Tigerstone is a brave and loyal companion whose greatest strength is not his power, but instead his ability to work with others in an organized fashion. He likes to make himself appear serious around others, but can't help teasing a clanmate or two.
    Crush/Mate: Tigerstone has no crush or mate yet, but is keeping an eye out for anyone suitable for him.
    Kits: Once again, he has no kits. He's still looking out for a compatible feline for him.
    Other: Spirits Rule!


    [align=center][img width=510 height=364]http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs7…_pichulovesme-d5bcha5.png[/img]
    [font=georgia][color=white]| Glorykit | Glorypaw | Gloryflame


    [color=white]Name: Gloryflame
    Gender: Female
    Age: 14 moons
    Rank: Warrior, please.
    Species: Common feline
    Power(s): Light manipulation. A flicker of sunlight here, a ripple of starlight there, and then you have a whole art show before yourself! It sometimes hurts her eyes, but at other times helps her see in the dark. It's very useful when hunting and blinding enemies.
    Personality: As of being a young, mischievous feline, she can't help but get into a bit of trouble. Gloryflame is awfully boastful sometimes, and other times she can act very modest, though normally she'll just ignore compliments. She's a bit of a hothead, but other than that, she is a very loyal and kind companion.
    Crush/Mate: Gloryflame has no mate or crush yet, and wants someone to impress her and hang out with her first.
    Kits: She has birthed no kits as of yet.
    Other: Spirits Rule! By the way, not to be rude or anything, but 12 years old is a bit young for a leader... it's about the age of an apprentice about to take his or her warrior ceremony.

  • RAINCLAN ➸ ROLEPLAY

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][font=georgia][color=black]The white and black speckled she-cat reopened her eyes and looked over to where voices sounded, a bit glad that Desertbreeze was attempting to help her blind sibling. With a flick of her long-furred tail, Sorrelclaw stood up and strode back to the warrior's den, her ears swiveling as she listened intently to the other noises that sounded near camp.


    The black tom flattened his ears back, a bit annoyed. "Why do you want to help me anyways? There's nothing I can do right now." He let his tail lash out a bit, slightly irritated as he once again brought up the subject.

  • It's not my place to wander, or the time to fight :Kittypet found on Territory:

    ooc;; Go ahead and jump in, you both are automatically accepted. (:


    ic;; Speck's eyes were wide with innocent fear as she moved deftly through the dense forest, her tail tip brushing a long tendril she passed by, and her nose instantly catching the scent of nearby prey. The young ginger kittypet couldn't keep her fragile form from shaking repeatedly, for she was alone in this deep, dark forest with nobody to guide her back, and by the time she turned to look back at her twoleg's garden, the exit was completely swallowed up by leaves and bark. The fur along her spine bristled as she got the feeling she was being watched, but surely nobody else could be in these woods, they were so tight!
    As the young she-cat continued to advance further inland, toward the heart of the forest, she heard a twig snap and nearly jumped into a bramble thicket, her pedicured claws digging deep scores in the soft soil, and her lips parted slightly in case she had to yowl for her mother or twoleg.

  • ***Underneath the Mistletoe***(Toms and She-cats needed)

    Overwinter
    		 Swiftwind
    [img width=510 height=484]http://americanragdolls.us/portals/2/Amber%201-6-13b.JPG[/img]


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][font=georgia][color=black]Overwinter and Swiftwind crossed over, their gazes filled with interest and their pawsteps evenly matched as they made their way over. The two siblings held a kits' love for games, including races, though Swiftwind was the quicker one and Overwinter was the stronger, smarter one. They hardly looked anything alike, but the similarity between the two's personalities were almost synced. "May we join in?" Asked Swiftwind in a light, soft tone. Overwinter remained silent, but then again, he hardly spoke. The wintry tom was almost as cold as the season he was named after, but still his sister tolerated him to walk beside her.

  • It's not my place to wander, or the time to fight :Kittypet found on Territory:

    Speck's ears pricked as the voice came to her, and the fur along her back steadily rose in quiet fear. Choking down a scream and straightening herself to look at least a bit bigger than an apprentice, she spoke in a wavering voice softly, "I... My name is Speck. I-I was just exploring a bit." Her oceanic blue eyes flicked around as she tried to pinpoint the other feline, and she slowly began to catch their scents, but they were very unfamiliar and made her cringe inwardly. If she wasn't careful, the loner could attack her from any angle.

  • ***Underneath the Mistletoe***(Toms and She-cats needed)

    Overwinter
    Swiftwind


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][font=georgia][color=lightskyblue]Overwinter had not said a word, but one of his tall, sharply pointed ears flicked and his heterochromia eyes flashed with curiosity. The pure white tom's muzzle tilted upward as he examined the others, and it was hardly apparent that he was just checking to see if anyone else could beat him in a race.


    [color=lightgreen]Swiftwind's eyes lit up once more, their dull green color seeming to become vibrant. "Oh boy, I always loved a good race!" Her dusty brown fur fluffed out slightly, but eventually smoothed down again as she tried to make herself seem as swift-footed as any other warrior.

  • ***Underneath the Mistletoe***(Toms and She-cats needed)

    Overwinter
    Swiftwind


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][font=georgia][color=lightskyblue]The white tom gazed at his sister with an invisible raised eyebrow, his stature composing itself to someone who was an important figure. Overwinter sighed quietly and shook his head before preparing himself beside his sister, still standing up with a coiled tail and tilted forward ears.


    [color=lightgreen]"Yeah, let's start!" The she-cat purred in a soft, sweet tone, lowering her body close to the ground, with her muzzle turned upwards and her haunches bunched, prepared for a powerful spring into the air. Her tail lifted slightly above the ground, and her fur smoothed along her back and shoulders, which would grant her efficient speed to bolt up the tree with slight ease.

  • -- кιℓℓ σя вε кιℓℓε∂ -- Sign•up! semi-advanced


    [size=28pt]-•= Philamena =•-[/size]


    Name;;
    Philamena, also known as Mena


    Age;;
    2 years and 11 months. Her birthday is January 27.


    Gender;;
    Female


    Breed;;
    German Shepherd


    Group;;
    The Shadows


    Rank;;
    Fighter


    Appearance;;
    Philamena has a tall, proud stature that dares anyone else to challenge her, though most of the time she stalks around the camp with a dark glare fit inside her deep brown eyes. She has the basic looks of a German Shepherd: tall, pointed ears, a lean body fit for running, in which hides the great muscle underneath of a thin layer of tan, black, and brown fur. She is certainly not a dog to be messed with, but only for the strength she possesses, along with her gleaming white canines that can tear a human hand to shreds.


    Personality;;
    Her heart has been hardened to stone due to her former owner's abusive nature, along with the constant bullying of her littermates when she was just a pup. She does not take kindly to challengers or disobedient brats, so she would be a perfect mentor to someone who needs discipline. Though seemingly hard on the outside, Philamena hides a soft heart of gold, and will often slip it out if someone acts respectful and kind to her in return. She is extraordinarily loyal and is a great companion, resisting any and all threats to the pack.


    Crush;;
    None yet, and you may have to really catch her eye before that happens


    Mate;;
    None yet


    Theme Song;;
    Stronger by Kelly Clarkson


    Key;;
    Crazy puppies


    Other;;
    Please excuse me for the cartoonish image. (:

  • ***Underneath the Mistletoe***(Toms and She-cats needed)

    Overwinter
    Swiftwind


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][font=georgia][color=lightskyblue]His mixed gaze flitted between the others curiously, his tail tip and whiskers twitching. It was almost as if everyone froze and expected the mistletoe to become a partridge. Wait... Mistletoe... The fact slapped him in the face, but he dared not to reply. Overwinter decided to flunk this out and hope his sister thought he was just slow.


    [color=lightgreen]The dusty brown and white she-cat didn't notice her brother, and her cold green eyes set on the prize at the tip of the tree. Swiftwind's claws sheathed and unsheathed themselves as she itched to get running.

  • --кιℓℓ σя вε кιℓℓε∂-- The Shadows RP •Sign-up link inside!•

    [fancypost bgcolor=white; border-radius: 7px; bordercolor=#FFFFFF; borderwidth=5px; border-left: 2px double black; border-top: 2px double black; border-bottom: 2px double black; border-right: 2px double black; width: 300px; height: 270px; overflow: auto; font: georgia;]Philamena sat nearby, her cold, deep brown gaze scoring dark glares at the assassins, but she dared not to open her maw for the time being. The German Shepherd's tail swept noiselessly behind the fighter and she pushed herself up, deciding that it would be more productive to go hunting, even though she wasn't quite suited for lumbering after prey hopelessly. She couldn't put a claw on what continued to keep her in a bad mood, but she proved to herself a long time ago that worrying about it would do nothing effective in her life.




    [/fancypost]

  • ***Underneath the Mistletoe***(Toms and She-cats needed)

    Overwinter
    Swiftwind


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][font=georgia][color=lightskyblue]His claws dug into the ground under his paws, and his tail tip flicked as he prepared himself. Overwinter understood what his sister must be doing, since she usually took the easiest route.


    [color=lightgreen]Her cold green eyes raked over the tree as she decided the smoothest route in which would give her the best speed advantage, and decided on the smooth branches to the right. Swiftwind's tail lashed out behind her once as she readied herself.

  • It's not my place to wander, or the time to fight :Kittypet found on Territory:

    Her pedicured claws dug into the mushy soil under her claws as another voice sounded, deeper and even more frightening. Speck attempted to relax a bit, the fur laying down only slightly. "My garden is too cramped sometimes... and I usually try to get away from my twolegs whenever it is possible. They recently had a kit, and it pulls at my fur, so..." She took in scents once again, still confused at their location, but having a sense they were somewhere upfront of her, and not too close, but close enough to speak to her.

  • It's not my place to wander, or the time to fight :Kittypet found on Territory:

    Her ginger ears laid backwards as she sensed mockery hidden within the tone of the stranger's voice. "Save your contempt. The twoleg kit is worse than you would think... but that's not even the worse part! Those stupid mouse-brained farm cats are always going into my garden and stealing the birds! I don't really bother to hunt them, but their music is nice company for an only-housecat." Speck's pelt felt warm as embarrassment and anger filled her, and her blue optics flared with a bit of pique.