Posts by Talon-Strike

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  • PowerClan

    [align=center]You might want to make a form for the cats who apply, that way we know the basics about their character.[align=center]

  • Cloudclan( Always accepting!)

    [align=center]((Since we have three new apprentices applying, I am going to drop Purepaw- if it's alright with you, Gold))


    Flamehawk nodded. "Will do, Cloudstar," he meowed, dipping his head in acknowledgement. He turned his emerald eyes on the camp, searching intently for cats ready to be selected. His mouth opened, and the name of his sister dangled on the tip of his tongue, until he swallowed back the word. If SnowCLan was acting hostile, a skirmish could break out, and his dream was still to raw in his mind to allow his sister to attend that certain patrol. "I will lead that one, then, and take Dustycloud, Ashenheart, and Redstone with me." His whiskers twitched as he nodded to himself, sure four cats would be able to handle an attack if anything did occur. "Sunbird and Depressedhate will take Stormpaw and Redpaw hunting."[align=center]

  • EntangledClan Roleplay thread

    [align=center]The sky was already stained with the streaks of the rising sun by the time Flamehawk awoke. The magnificent array of various shades of pinks and reds and oranges and golds that colored the sky had by then settled, and the mighty golden eye that chased away the shadows of night was taking its precious time to reach its aerial throne. The light of dawn sliced through the young male's slumber like a sword, luring him out of his dream of terror and into reality. He woke with a start, jerking upright with his hackles bristling fiercely and his eyes stretched in awed fear. It was clear that a nightmare had captivated his mind throughout the night, and it took him a few moments to relax and let his guard melt away again. He was awake in the warriors’ den; nothing could bring harm to his sister now. Sunbird! The last remnants of alarm shot down his spine, and he whirled his head to his right to see if she was all right.
    Thank StarClan she was. Lying abreast of him, curled up with her paws drawn close to her, and her tail wrapped around her body was Sunbird. Her flanks rose and fell with gentle rhythm, her eyes shut, covering the rich emerald pools that were hidden beneath. His maw curled upwards in a smile he wore lightly. He had always been protective of his younger sister ever since the day when their parents went missing. Both cats, intending to head out for a romantic stroll, had never returned by their promised time. Several days later, they were discovered- just, not in whole pieces. Their stomachs and necks had been torn away, leaving the mere corpses to rot. Streaks of crimson were everywhere, and they had come to the conclusion that a bear had committed the crime. Sunbird had been devastated, they both were. After all, they were merely apprentices when it all happened, when the bodies of their headless father and ripped mother were dropped off at camp-
    No. Flamehawk cut his thoughts off. He would not ruin the good omen of this morning with thoughts of his past. That time was over and finished. The male turned, giving his sister a gentle nudge to arouse her, before ducking his head and emerging from the warriors’ den. The sun welcomed him with a blast of warm air, and he inhaled the crisp, fresh dawn air deeply. His lungs expanded, puffing out his chest, and causing his tail to curl blissfully. He did enjoy mornings. They cleared his mind, and gave him an optimistic hope that made him look forward to what the day had in store for him.
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  • New clan! Jaguarclan sign up!

    [align=center]Name:
    [ Flamehawk ]
    Gender:
    [ Male ]
    Description/photo:

    Rank:
    [ Warrior ]
    Mate/crush:
    [ None/Open ]
    Kit(s):
    [ None ]
    Extra:
    [ He is the elder brother of Sunbird ]


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    Name:
    { Sunbird }
    Gender:
    { Female }
    Description/photo:

    Rank:
    { Warrior }
    Mate/crush:
    { None/Open }
    Kit(s):
    { None }
    Extra:
    { She is the younger sister of Flamehawk }    [align=center]

  • яιρρℓє¢ℓαη *ѕιgη υρ!* ((always open!))

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    Name:
    "Shadefrost, remember it."
    Gender
    "Unless you're blind and couldn't tell, I'm a male."
    Age
    "19 moons."
    Rank Held:
    "Warrior."
    Rank Wanted:
    "Warrior, although Shade[i]star doesn't sound to bad."[/i]
    Why does your character want this rank?
    "My father wanted me to be a warrior, I wanted to be a warrior, worked out in the end. I only desire to be leader
    Personality:
    Shadefrost could appear to be just any other apprentice. Hard-working, proud, zealous to learn. He showed signs of it all, but what truly set him apart from the rest was his ambition. Oh, from the very moment he learned about the position of leader, it was clear that this young male lusted for the title strongly. He would hone his battle skills every night, and sharpen his hunting whenever he could. He is courageous and determined, but harnesses a mighty pride that makes him unable to deny or back down from a challenge. He is sensitive to insults, and sometimes ignores the advice of others, for it hurts his mighty pride. He is fierce and aggressive to outsiders and sometimes to his own Clan-mates, yet charming and, seemingly, kind-hearted. Shadefrost has incredible battle skills that shan't be underestimated in battle. He puts on the cover of a loyal and courageous apprentice, hoping to trick his Clan-mates into seeing him as a cat fit for being leader.
    Strengths
    He is a skilled battle-strategist, and is very talented in using his claws. Cunning and stealth are also something he excels at.
    Weaknesses
    His pride and ambition are definitely two things that affect the way this cat works. He is sensitive to insults, and his short-temper often gets him into trouble.
    Crush:
    "No females have caught my eye, yet."
    Mate
    "No one. I have no intentions, honestly, but you never know."
    Kits:
    "You think I [i]want little bundles of fur under my paws and tripping me all the time?"[/i]
    History:
    "My father brought me into the Clan after my mother died. I never knew her, only remember her scent and her touch, but ever since my first memories lodged themselves in my mind, RippleClan was there. He was a bit of an ambitious cat, according to the others who were around along with him. I suppose that sorta rubbed off on me, in a way. He died in battle when I was only a few days into my apprenticeship, and my mentor told me that he promised I'd be the best warrior I could be. So that's what I am for- and I know becoming leader would make him proud. I'll do whatever it takes to get there!"
    Other:
    I'll make another form later, this one stole all of my muse xD
    ~~~~~


    Activity
    8/10
    Muse Level
    7/10, although it really depends on how inspired I am after I read the previous posts, or how interested I am in the plot/subject.
    RP Sample
    Shadepaw wasn't sure if his body was capable of taking another blow. Already he was wounded, gashes torn across his flanks, spine, and legs. Blood trickled in rivers from his wounds, and his chest heaved frantically in attempts to fuel his body to keep going. His limbs were feeble, and shook faintly underneath his weight. The young male stared expectantly up at the creature towering over him, knowing that luck was not on his side, and that his fate had been sealed. The large brown animal hefted a blunt-clawed paw into the air, and a sudden wave of calmness crashed down on Shadepaw. There was no hope for him now, another attack from that bear and he would be finished. He never got to make his father proud, never got to make it as leader. Couldn't even receive his warrior name. But as he shut his eyes and anticipated the last bout of pain to course through his body when his opponent's last blow stuck him, he couldn't help but wear a light smile. He had gone down in battle, just like his father. He had gone down protecting his Clan, just like his father. And just like his father, he was not going down without a fight. Sure, perhaps he wouldn't make it out of this battle alive. But he was not going to allow this bear to take him down without a protest. Summoning every ounce of strength he had left in him, Shadepaw bunched his muscles and sprang, launching himself at the bear as its paw came crashing down. His spine took the brunt of the attack, and the sickening snap of his own back echoed in his mind. He crashed into the animal's chest, claws ripping down its belly as he slid, and landed limply on the ground at its paws. His senses dulled, his mind buzzed, and his eyesight faded, paled to a simple ivory screen. His life leaked away along with the very same crimson liquid that had fueled it, and as the cries of his frightened Clan-mates drifted away, he felt his chest fall for the final time, and his last breath slip passed his lips, Shadepaw knew that he had stalled long enough for them to all escape.    [align=center]

  • Cloudclan( Always accepting!)

    [align=center]Flamehawk nodded, lowering his head as Cloudstar passed to address the Clan. Hardly a moment slipped passed before Sunbird was beside him, eyeing him with a crisp, suspicious stare. "I'm doing what, exactly?" She asked him, a nonexistent brow raised as she promoted an answer. He smiled, lips curling back to form a toothy smile. "You're going to go hunting, right after this meeting," he meowed, nudging her forward before taking the lead and heading on to where he usually sat at the foot of the stone. Sunbird situated herself in the first ring of cats, only lifting her eyes off her brother when Cloudstar began to speak. Flamehawk smile wore on as he turned his gaze on Cloudstar, ears pricked and intent to listen.[align=center]