Posts by WoofsieWriter

Mintnose smiled to herself before getting up and trying to quietly walk away. She wanted to go for a quick stroll, and maybe restock the herbs.

Name: Keiland Holmes (Pronounced key-lund)
Gender: Female
Age: Will be 20 in July
Appearance(Pic or written):

Personality: Keiland is shy to the point where people almost scare her. It is a battle to see people her age, especially. Usually they are too exuberant for her and way too loud. Keiland is a cello teacher and loves to help smaller kids. She finds them innocent to the world around them and Keiland wants nothing more than to shelter them. She dislikes competition and yelling, and above all that fighting. Her favorite thing to do is take quiet walks through town and by the beach.
Crush: You mean a person close to Keiland's age that she likes? Um, no.
History(Optional): Her family is very rich, allowing her to thrive just fine as a cello teacher. Her mum died when Keiland was young. The two were walking and a car hit both of them, killing her mother instantly. A sharp rock cut Keiland's throat and made her mute for almost a year as she recovered. Keiland still has the scars from it, and hears t-shirts and sweatshirts to cover them up.
Other: She sometimes stutters

Mimi looked down, but quickly shut her eyes and backed up toward the middle of the tree. The branch was sturdier here. "I-Ye,Uh, no. I-I'm afraid of heights, and I got... ah, stuck up here."

Brownfeather glanced around, noticing that Mintnose wasn't still in the clearing of camp. He glanced over at Silentstar and asked, "Have you seen where Mintnose went? She was just here." Brownfeather was slightly stressed, as he always was when he couldn't find Mintfeather. He was with her since she was only 3 moons old, after all.

I also am relatively new, but jumping right in is the best action! You might have to wait 1-2 hours for anyone in America to get on, sorry! Feel free to talk to me/ ask questions, everyone is nice. Also, since you are a more advanced RPer, here is the link to make an advanced bio, http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?board=680.0

help with advanced bio http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=103528.0

regular bios http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?board=57.0

and here is a good fanclan that is usually active http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1585752.14

Good luck!

OOC: I made a Mintnose advanced bio :3 http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1587700.0

IC: I know! Mintnose thought to herself, There is tansy by the border! She padded out that way when a peculiar scent. That isn't any clan cat. She unsheathed her claws and quietly followed her nose. Who is this?

Brownfeather nodded. "It's just, I'm rather protective of her." Like a sister. He thought and didn't want to say it out loud. It was obvious. "She means a lot. And she can't fight very well, I'm worried. What if something happens?" He got up to start going after her.

Can I have the 50 post for Bluestar's alliance on Silverpelt's Edge?

Name: Zita
Age: 14
Pokemon:Eevee
Appearance: A regular eevee with a earring in her left ear
Super High School Level: Counselor
Personality: Quiet, but not timid, Zita always listens to what others have to say. Won't usually speak up, unless prompted, or feels very strongly about the subject. Makes friends easily and would defend them in a heartbeat.
Secrets: Since she does listen to others, and tries to help in any way she can, others suspect her because she know about everyone else's problems. Also she was sold for money when she was young and ran away, for she was abused.
Other:

OOC: pfft, no. Well, maybe. Let me PM you

Ic: Brownfeather narrowed his eyes at Thistlecloud, his voice in his usual whisper. "How would you know? You just got here today."

I got the 100 instead of the 50 badge

Lightfeather was waiting silently over the open water. why was the water moving? It was disturbing her fishing. All the fish were hiding because of the disturbance. With an annoyed face she got up and marched upstream to see a tom swimming. "Hey!" She called out.

Character Name:
Brownfeather
Character Age:
24 moons
Gender:
Male
Alliance:
Thunderclan
Rank:
Warrior
Appearance (6 or more sentences):
Brownfeather is a quite large tom. In fact, he makes others look like apprentices by comparison. He is a long-haired Norwegian Forest cat, which adds to the illusion of being so large. To be able to feel around with all his fur sticking out, his whiskers are really long as well. His tail is long and sweeping, but his eyes are honey-gold. Brownfeather has normal sized ears, but placed on his larger head makes them look small.
Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements):
Brownfeather has a warm and happy personality. He is very protective of those who he is close to, especially kits. But even though he is protective, he knows when those need to do tasks by themselves. Very trusting of the leader, Brownfeather can be more close-minded to other's ideas that go against said leader. He also is not the brightest light bulb, so he tends to go with the flow. Even with all of this, he is very trusting of those closest of him, and when he doesn't know the person, he is secretly wary of them.
---Likes (at least 3):
Brownfeather likes catching voles, running, and laying in the sun.
--- Dislikes (at least 3):
He does not like cats who are too formal, smart remarks, and swimming.
---Strengths (No MORE than 5):
Being big, standing his ground, and running.
---Weaknesses (At least 3):
Stubborn, heavy fur(can't swim), and trying to hard to help others.
History (8 or more sentences):
Brownfeather doesn't remember much about his history. All that he knows is when he realized he was doing the same thing everyday, he stopped. Some days he wouldn't eat, others he wouldn't sleep. That all changed when he met a small kit that identified herself as Mint. Brownfeather had heard about a clan that was a long ways away, but the closest one. He took the 3 moon trek with the kit and made it to Tricksterclan. When he got there he realized that he already had a clan name. He watched the kit turn into an apprentice and medicine cat, as he became a warrior.
Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio):

Comments (optional):

Brownfeather straitened himself up. His stature made Thistlecloud look like an apprentice, even though he was a full-grown tom. Then he shrunk down and sat as quickly as he suddenly made himself appear larger. "She's nearsighted. Can't see anything four fox-tails away or farther. And what if other cats, following you came into our territory? She could not see them and get hurt."

Mintnose followed the two under the branches. If the rouge would come down, she would be ready. Suddenly, an idea struck Mintnose. She raced ahead and scurried up one of the next trees. Then she turned to hiss at the intruder.

I was sitting at the edge of the beach, watching the gentle tide pull at my feet. I had free time on my hands; I did not have any lessons to teach today. My toenails flexed out of the sand as I turned to dig my fingers into the cool sand. Neither my toenails or fingernails had been painted, even though I thought about it this morning. It seemed too much effort for just an appearance. I pulled out of the sand and stood up. Quite a few people had gathered around, so it was time to go. I proceeded to pull out my iPod and played a Bach symphony, trying to ignore the people.

Mintnose leaped down afterwards, a panicked look in her eyes. She bent down by the rouge. Still breathing. "She's alive for now, Perfect!" She dashed to the side. "Thyme. This helps with shock, like from falling." She ground up the herb and then turned to Thistlecloud. "Can you get water-filled moss? To wash down the paste."

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Whisperpaw looked around worriedly. She didn't particularly like the situation she was in. Mostly because she didn't know where she was.

Mintnose set the moss at the rouge's mouth. "Have some, please. And keep talking." She sniffed at the leg. Broken. Really broken. Mintnose looked around. What herbs could be used to help the suffering cat? "We need to bring her back to the camp."

"No, of course not." Mintnose said quietly as the walked into camp. "Help, heal you. Send you on your way." She nodded to Silentstar and walked ahead to her den to get together comfrey, stinging nettle, sticks, cobwebs, bindweed and rush together.

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IC: Uh oh, too many people I reorganize I thought as I turned to leave the beach. It was so lovely this morning when no one was here. Now it's too...crowded. I looked down at my feet and had a sinking feeling. That was right, I came here last night bare-footed. I spur of the moment thing. I ended up staying til' morning, but still didn't have shoes or a ride home. I lived two miles away. Quickly calculating in my head, I mumbled curses. So, a twenty to thirty minute walk in bare feet. Of-freakin'-course.

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