Posts by Sirocco

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  • blackheart rogues deputy ufa

    [align=center] About Me
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    S.u.p.e.r.n.a.t.u.r.a.l.


    /x/ Activity /x/


    9/10 ( I am on this site mostly every night working with each of my characters and getting them posted to different threads.)


    /x/ Muse /x/


    10/10 ( I can write detailed and lengthy posts, but occasionally I will have the low 3+ posts. Usually they are a couple paragraphs long.)


    /x/ Reason why I deserve her /x/


    I have been on this site since last year. Roleplaying wolves is one of my favorites. I am currently roleplaying on a couple other big wolf sites and writing posts that are 200+ words and detailed. Freya would be in great hands. I have always wanted to experience the life of the BHRs and playing her would give me the experience. I would probably keep her original personality but tweak it a little and add some detail, maybe add a few new things. I would also be able to post her a lot of times and have her interact in a bunch of BHR threads


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    The sinking sun dipped down beneath the horizon, casting hues of purple, orange, and pinks across the sky. It was quite a beautiful sight. One may sit here forever and enjoy these late night sunsets but Freya was one not to lay around and enjoy these things like others might. Legs of russet hairs pushed her form up to its full height and carried the fae out of the shadows of her den. A slow yawn parted her jaws and her tongue rolled out before it closed once again and golden optics took in the advancing night. A sharp breeze blew hard across the land tugging at her fur. It felt like someone was literally taking their hands and tearing her fur right from the skin. As soon as the breeze came, it disappeared. Freya shook out her pelt, allowing those russet, red hairs to lie flat once again along her body.


    As Freya started off along the Black heart rogue territory, dark clouds advanced in the sky. A warning that snow was on its way, ready to take its grip over the land once again. A short, low growl begins deep within the red wolf's throat and traveled upward and out of her maw as the first flake fell towards the ground. As you can tell this was not the fae's favorite season. Legs picked up their pace and carried her form faster across the land until she burst into the main camp. Perhaps it was more wise of the deputy to find a den within the main camp but Freya was not one who was comfortable with many bodies around. Sure she loved her clan and would die saving it but she needed to space just like everyone else.


    Auds upon her russet cranium angle forward as she slides to a stop causing heads to turn in her direction. Freya allows a grin to spread across her lips before her jaws part and she begins to speak.


    " I need three or four of you to head out now and gather as much prey as you can. Leaf-bare is setting in and we need to be ready"


    Golden optics flicked upward just as more snow began to fall down from the sky. Yet another growl rose from the fae's throat but it quickly dissipated. In her little moment of annoyance several cats and other species gathered around ready to set out on the hunting patrols. Freya grinned then spoke again


    "Alright you three " Her tail flicking towards the two big cats and one smaller cat " Head out towards the northern end. See what you can find. If you do not have much luck, then head to western border and find something there"


    Golden optics looked towards the four that were left standing and waiting


    [b]" You four that are left. Please head out towards the southern end. If you don't find anything then head towards the eastern border. Good luck hunters"

  • Teardrops on r[o]ses and whiskers on kittens

    The maned wolf pup quickly perked up at the sound of different musical notes being played from a different room. He jumps to his paws and racing out, tripping occasionally over his large paws until he reached the room where others were gathered and picking through a box full of strange looking instruments.


    " Whatcha doing?"


    Jinglebellpup barked, head titled to the side as he advanced into the room and peered inside the box. A few little things remained and his orbs looked up then over at what the other animals had


    "Woah those are cool "

  • Twolegs performing illegal tests on cats and dogs (Jump In!)

    Purgekit lay within her closed cage. A small whimper escaping her lips. This small kit was all white with a thin crimson line running from the back of her head, down her neck, over her back and stopping at the base of her tail. Her eyes were of a light blue.


    Andras a Doberman male sat within his cage unfazed by everything. He was use to two legs experimenting on him and this place was no different from his last place.

  • Fallen Pack ||RP||

    Chernobyl rose to her paws and leaned forward into a stretch. Waking each muscle and limb till it ached in mercy. A grin rose upon her maw as she yawns once and shakes out her grey pelt. Light blue optics scan the main area before her nose rises to the wind ready to start out this day with alittle bit of hunting

  • The Blackblood Alliance (Sign-Up)

    Desired Character: Rapier
    Sample of your role-playing abilities:


    The light of a new day spilled into the young fae's den. A unsatisfied growl rose from her throat as she sat up onto her belly. Auds upon rapier's grey head angle towards the entrance of her den just as swiftkill decides he is going to walk by. Crimson optics narrow in irritation. How dare my parents think he is the favored. I'm a heir and I am determined to keep ot that. Nobody is ever going to take my place. Rapier let's out a loud breath before rising swiftly to her paws. Tongue runs overs her chest smoothing down any loose hairs. Rapier is the only pup from her mother's first litter so there is no way she shouldn't act all high and mighty. Rapier stepped out into the daylight as optics scanned camp. They settled upon her mother's form sitting across from her place. But suddenly rapier was distracted from her bad mood by the look upon jer mother's face. Rapier pads over


    "Everything alright mother?"

  • {bloodclan hpr litter} {ferdinand rayan x rex smythe}

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    Name: Azreal
    Gender: Male
    Age: Unborn
    Appearance: When he grows up Azreal will have his mother's thick fur yet his color is almost somewhat similar to his father's. His eyes are strange. One eye is a light blue yet the other is half blue, half brown. His face would be the same exact same cololring as a Rottweiler. The typical black face and brown/tannish colored undernape. The rest of his body is colored exactly like a Rottweiler. The black back and tannish/brown underbelly. Well his mother wouldn't be totally kicked out of the color. His left front leg is white with a black paw. The rest of his legs are tan colored. When he is older and more grown Azreal will have long lean legs thanks to his mother. But his father would give him the muscles he needed. He would a handsome male when he is older, yet as a pup he would have large paws.
    Personality: As azreal grows he would develop a sort of jealousy with his siblings. Like he wants hoard all of his parents love and affection. Deep down he would be kind of powerhungry and want to be the next one to lead the bloodclan(But seriously who wouldn't. Just a fantsy). But don't think he would go to such lengths to kill his siblings, no. Even though Azreal would be jealous he would protect his siblings any day, against any enemy. He will be determined and will stop at nothing to get things that he wants.
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    Name: S.u.p.e.r.n.a.t.u.r.a.l.
    Activity: I am on every day for a few hours until I have to go to bed.
    Muse: 9/10. I am very detailed with my posts and make them very lengthy. On small occasions do my post only get 3+ sentences. But I am normally writing a paragraph to two paragraphs.


    I have always loved roleplaying characters in bloodclan and having the experience to rp a higher ranked pup would be quite an experience. I have been on WCRPG since last year December.




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  • Stoneclan -- The peace, strength, silence of a stone... ~Adoption Thread~

    I'll rp Brokenbone


    Rp sample:


    The dark charcoaled hued tom sat near the edge of camp. The shadows incasing his body like a blanket, hiding him from the outside world. Dark ember optics narrowed in irritation at the other cats mingling and talking. How could they do such a thing. It should be he who leads stoneclan. He should be the one making the decisions. Find the weak and get rid of them. The strong shall survive. That is how brokenbone lives. He suppressed a yawn and rose to his crimson lined paws. Brokenbone exits from his favorite spot and makes his way towards the fresh kill pile. Dark ember optics flick upward and glance over towards his brother Flametail. Even though brokenbone was a malicious and evil thing he would do anything to protect his brother. From anything or anyone. Brokenbone breaks away from his path to the fresh kill pile and heads to his brother


    "Well hello dear brother. How are you this fine day?"


    Brokenbone grinned.

  • Stoneclan -- The peace, strength, silence of a stone... ~RP Thread~

    (Adopted Brokenbone :D )


    Its been hours since the fire took over clan and began to char and burn at everything in its path. Most of the clan had made it out with minor injuries but deep down Brokenbone had a strange hope that the weak ones would just mysteriously trip and be burn to death within the burning fire, but sadly the tom had sworn to protect those in his clan and as much as he hated those that dragged Stoneclan down he couldn't make them go away. Brokenbone rested his charcoaled hued head upon his crimson lined paws. Dark ember optics blinked against the brightening sun as it shined down upon the clan as they rested on a dry spot nearby the still burning clan. Sighing and deciding that boredom would kill everyone the tom decides to speak up


    "Perhaps instead of laying around watching our home burn, maybe we should get a patrol together and go hunt. Hopefully we can find some prey in this scorching heat. Who is willing to go?"


    Perhaps it was not right of the tom to speak up and do so, but seriously Brokenbone doesn't care. The clan would be his one day, or very soon. A smirk spreads across his face. What if something mysteriously happened to opalstar and the deputy. No. Not those thoughts today. I will be on my best behavior. hah. Brokenbone thought to himself. He waited auds perked.

  • StarClan and the Darkforest live on Earth? -SIGN UPS-

    Re-editted
    Username: S.u.pe.r.n.a.t.u.r.a.l.
    Character: Purgeclaw
    Clan(StarClan or DarkClan):Darkclan
    Age: 21 moons
    Gender: she-cat
    Looks:Has crimson lined paws. Her left ear is tipped with white
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    Personality: meet her( I suck at writing personalities. I'm more better at writing them through posts)
    Rank:Warrior
    Power(If any): cast shadows
    Other:has a crush on fallenstar

  • The Blackblood Alliance (Rp Thread)

    Crimson optics blinked from within the shadowy den of the fae Rapier. Her optics were trained on the so called Swiftkill. How dare mother favors that piece of dirt over her own daughter. The true heir to the title of alpha. Not this low excuse for a guard. Auds upon her head angle backwards as the black and white fae steps from her den. Legs stretch forward into a crouch as Rapier stretched each muscle and limb. Waking them up for the new day. Her tail swayed softly behind her form as she stood there watching and waiting. Head of black and white shakes away these dark thoughts before she rubs up against her mother "Morning mother. " She said with a soft purr like rumble

  • Twolegs performing illegal tests on cats and dogs (Jump In!)

    Andras the Doberman paced within his kennel. He looked at all the cats and growled towards them.


    Purgekit and Demonkit shiver and shake within their small cage. Their eyes wide as they examine their new area. They were just about to be made into apprentices until the two legs showed up and took most of their clan with them. The two 6 moon kits wailed.