Posts by Graystream

Upon hearing that the she-cat seemed to have calmed down, Rodney decided it was a good idea to reveal himself so she didn't have to keep hearing his not-so-mysterious voice. He pushed through the bushes, still staying a good distance away; he wanted them to be able to face each other, but if she decided to attack he wanted to stay out of harm's way.

"My name's Rodney," he said, trying to keep his voice sounding relaxes as possible. "I'm just a traveling fox who only eats berries and small rodents, not to mention the occasional bug.... Who are you?" His eyes drifted to the kits taking shelter beneath she she-cats' legs; they looked rather young to be traveling.

Deathclaw padded into camp, proudly holding a plump squirrel. Thank StarClan it's newleaf! Prey's so easy to find-- His thoughts broke off abruptly; as he dropped his catch on the fresh-kill pile, the black tom's amber eyes wandered and he saw a small kit walking through the camp. She didn't look familiar, and when he tasted the air he realized that ThunderClan scent mingled among his Clanmates'. What the... how did a ShadowClan KIT make it all the way over here? He padded over to her, trying his best to appear casual in case any other cats had noticed. Great StarClan, don't let them see me doing this....

"Just where do you think you are?" he asked, trying to keep his voice stern as possible without attracting too much attention.

Hawkwhisker continues to listen in silence, her tail twitching more frequently as time goes on. Great StarClan, she just doesn't shut up, does she? When the warrior's story ends after what feels like an eternity, the tabby sighs - mostly with relief. "Just... stay away from him, if you can? Or ask not to be sent out on patrol with him alone? For StarClan's sake, you remind me of my son; he doesn't think I know it, but he thinks I'm always nagging him and being annoying." She snorts in contempt. "But enough chatter. If you really want to risk your life and run away from one of the greatest lives a cat could ask for, I guess there's nothing I can do to stop you."

Hawkwhisker didn't like her mornings interrupted. Thus far, it had been a normal day; she had led her son Jayclaw out of camp, forced to remind him yet again that he was slumped over, his claws were unsheathed and filthy, he probably hadn't washed his pelt in days... how had she ended up with such a needy son, again?

She shook her head in exasperation, padding through the camp once more to return to the warriors' den until the next patrol. Kits these days! Unfortunately, she wasn't paying much attention to where she walked, and the brown tabby found herself nearly tripping over a white she-cat's tail. Immediately Hawkwhisker looked up to glare at the she-cat.

"Hey, watch where you're putting your tai--" she hissed, though her anger was sharply cut off when she noticed what was going on. The white she-cat and several other warriors sat around a silver she-cat who at first appeared to be asleep... and then the scent of death hit Hawkwhisker's nose. She snorted to rid her nostrils of the foul stench. "What is this, a vigil? In the middle of camp?" she grumbled under her breath. Kits these days.

However, she couldn't be terribly disrespectful; was anyone important around? After scanning the camp behind her for a moment, Hawkwhisker turned back to the cats sitting vigil and shuffled her paws in false embarrassment. "Sorry," she muttered to the white she-cat. "I'm sorry for your loss."

Rodney blinked, managing a lopsided smile at the kit who offering a less-sideways one to him. How DO these cats make such funny expressions...? He couldn't help but wonder what kind of cat Silverflight really was; she was being awfully quick to trust him -- not that he was giving her a reason to think otherwise, he hoped, but for a cat to carry on a conversation with a fox without being obviously scared was rather unusual in his experience -- and she seemed to have little qualms about leaving behind the rest of her family in a horrible Clan.

"I'm sorry to hear about your experience," he said apologetically, though admittedly he still had to wonder about Silverflight's honesty. He was about to start shuffling his paws awkwardly -- how was he to carry on a conversation when he wasn't used to speaking with such open cats? -- when his ears pricked and he picked up the noise of a bird fluttering through the trees. Is that... is that a crow?

Rodney's gaze trailed away from the kits and he looked around the trees, but there was no large blackbird in sight. However, upon further investigation, the scent of yet another cat drifted to his nose. He turned his head back to Silverflight, though his eyes continued staring in the direction of the smell. "Your mate... is he following you?"

OOC: This is an awesome idea! I won't be participating because I really fail at poetry, but hopefully it's okay just to roleplay; if not... well, just delete this and I'll oblige.

Ashwhisker peered out of the warriors' den, her amber eyes crusty from sleep. The gray-and-white she-cat had been on a late-night border patrol and looked forward to a nice, long rest; but noooo, there was a Clan meeting now, of all things.

Biting back a sigh, she padded into camp, surprised to see that few cats had gathered for the meeting just yet. This Clan's so big... I'm surprised it's not too busy. Ashwhisker took a seat a formal distance away from the other cats, then craned her neck to look at Wrathstar as he made the announcement.

Poet... what? She narrowed her eyes in confusion; she had no right to speak out at a meeting, but she would have no choice if the Clan leader decided not to elaborate. Ashwhisker looked around at the other cats who had assembled for the meeting; they hardly seemed confused. What am I missing?

Hi, Puffen! Welcome to WCRPG! I'm Graystream, and if you ever need any help and/or someone to roleplay with, feel free to drop a comment on my profile. :3
Hope you enjoy your stay~

Hawkwhisker flicks her ear in surprise when Oceanbreeze responds with a much more happy response than expected, but quickly pushes it aside. "WindClan, same as you are... well, that's how it stands now. And if they're saying that, well, this Clan's more messed-up than I thought it was already." She briefly gazes back at the border to make sure the conversation isn't being heard by unwanted ears, but lowers her voice to be on the safe side. "If you don't mind me asking, who is your father?"

"Fangheart... Fangheart..." Hawkwhisker pauses as she searches her memory for a cat with the name. "Nope, never heard of him. But if I see him, I'll help you out a bit." She resists the urge to flex her claws; she doesn't want to scare Oceanbreeze, but if it ever comes to a fight she'll be more than happy to battle the supposedly-cruel tom for his daughter's sake. "Assuming you find your mother, would you ever consider coming back to the Clans, if not WindClan?"

Hawkwhisker widens her eyes. Well, isn't this a first. I've never seen such a positive -- positively insane, rather -- cat in my entire life. She can't help but smile slightly. "Thanks," she says. "Good luck finding your mother."

ooc: Are you going to roleplay her journey to find her mother?

Hawkwhisker nods, standing and giving her a pelt a shake. "If you need me, I'll probably be in the warrior's den. Or look for my son Jayclaw. Whatever works." She starts to turn away before grudgingly calling out, being more honest than she'd like to admit: "Nice meeting you!"

ooc: Cool. When you start the thread, would you mind if I jumped in that one (with a different cat), too? It's fun roleplaying with you (and I mean that in the least creeper-ish way possible, I swear; Oceanbreeze is a fun character XD)!

Hawkwhisker, satisfied with having met someone, pads back towards WindClan camp. Well, this is different. I met someone and they actually liked me. That's something I can't say about most cats. She pauses, then stiffens as a thought hits her. I just let a Clanmate leave WindClan, possibly forever, and didn't even tell her off properly. She pauses, considering her new predicament, before shrugging and continuing on her way. Ah well. I wonder what's on the fresh-kill pile today...?

ooc: Sounds good to me! :3

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THE BASICS


[justify]Patch is a large ginger tabby tom with amber eyes. He is a selfish, mischievous, impulsive, and easygoing loner.
--- Date of Birth: January 2011 (1y 5m/17 moons)
--- Links: Family Tree | Bio v1 (OLD)[/justify]




THE LOOKS


[justify]Patch is a large cat, but his frame is thin and more or less lacks muscle. His fur is slightly longer than usual and nearly always sleek due to his obsession with grooming. These two factors combined make him a horrible battler, not to mention that he rarely fights in the first place.




Patch's name is misleading. When he was a kit, his stripes were faded and looked more mottled than tabby; however, the name stuck. As it stands, his reddish-ginger fur has clearly-visible markings, which is only made clearer because his pelt is rarely dirty; on the rare occasion that it does have a layer of dust, he looks like an ordinary tabby. His eyes are a slightly dull shade of yellow.




Though he's tried to avoid fights as much as possible, Patch has gotten in his fair share of fights and thus has several lasting wounds: the ear on his right is ripped near the bottom; a long scar goes down his face from right-side forehead to near his left eye; three long strips of bare skin show off clawmarks on his flank; two small cuts mar his tail; and finally there's a particularly deep scar on his chest, though it's usually covered by the tag on his collar.[/justify]




THE MIND


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THE PAST


[justify]Patch has been treated as a special snowflake since his life began. His mother, Rose, had been mated to a mysterious rogue who never revealed his name; she was barely twelve moons old when her two kits were born in the dirty alleys of twolegplace, and her lack of experience resulted in one's death before it was a day old. She was shocked by the other kits' survival despite it being leaf-bare, and from there on out she did her best to care for him.




For a cat who lived as a loner for nearly seven moons, Patch lived a fairly good life. Rose always fed him first and let him get away with doing whatever he wanted as long as it didn't put his life at immediate risk. He was a terrible hunter and fighter when she tried to teach him, and he became so frustrated that he quit trying. Rather than encourage him to keep going, Rose decided that there was only one life that such a lazy tom could live in properly: kittypet.




It wasn't long before Patch had left her behind and gone to live as a kittypet. He was taken in by a young twoleg couple; they fed him and pet him on a daily basis for a few days, but after a while they began to forget about him. They might forget to put his food out or give him a belly rub; instead, they seemed preoccupied by a twoleg kit who suddenly came into the house without warning or invitation. Patch, fed up by this sudden favoritism swing, ran away.




He barely managed to survive on his own. If it hadn't been newleaf and prey wasn't so plentiful, he might have starved. Fortunately for Patch, he was soon taken in yet again. Unfortunately, the circumstances in which he met her were not good. While hunting one night, a rogue attacked him for no apparent reason; Patch didn't know this at the time, but the rogue was his father.




Patch's lack of fighting skills resulted in several deep wounds that would later scar, and he was left on the ground to bleed his life away slowly. By pure coincidence, however, an old she-cat named Cloudmist found him, mistook him for her son Redpelt, and nursed him back to health. Patch was grateful for Cloudmist's help, but he sensed that something wasn't quite right with her mind -- she refused to call him Patch, saying he was delusional after falling off that cliff into the rushing riverside; being bumped around by all the rocks must have messed with his memory, and he shouldn't scorn fate for bringing them back together by ignoring his true identity.




Pity for Cloudmist drove Patch to play along, and he did his best to act like the she-cat's dead son by listening closely to stories she told about Redpelt and mimicking his supposed behavior as well as possible. The illusion worked well... until Cloudmist's last day came around. As her life flashed before her eyes, she realized that Patch and Redpelt were not the same cat, and died cursing him for raising her hopes and being a liar. Horrified, Patch ran off.




He's been on his own since. Patch refuses to talk about his past, because every time he does he can only remember Cloudmist hissing and spitting as she defied death only to scorn him. Despite this, he refuses to remove his collar, partly because he wants to cling to his better memories and partly because he couldn't get it off even if he wanted to; it was fastened tight around his neck when he was still growing and now it's nearly impossible to move. His hunting skills have improved, but only just enough for him to get by; most of the time he searches for food in the alleys of twolegplace, just as his mother did before him.[/justify]
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GRAPHICS


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[li]CDP v1- Made on the [url=http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?action=profile;area=avatarmaker]cat designer. Scars and collar not included.[/li]

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THREADS
_{[i]In order of when I joined. These threads are either finished or have been inactive for over a month.
LAST UPDATE: July 2, 2012-- adding a thread}





[li]And Here Comes the Devil with Cloveredge in Loner Lands[/li]
[li]Gimme More with Grim in Twolegplace and Big City[/li]
[li]Monster House! with too many cats to list because badge event[/li]
[li]SKY'S HOUSE PARTY!!! with Sky in Twolegplace and Big City[/li]
[li]Old Places, New Faces with Dawn in Twolegplace and Big City[/li]
[li]Monotonous Wanderings with Flamepaw in Twolegplace and Big City[/li]

I'm not a "person on the mast head", so to speak, but from what I've seen I don't see how the cat Tribes are racist. Their names don't make them stereotypes of Native American tribes; they are simply groups of cats that happen to use the name "Tribe".

If you feel that someone's roleplay post/character in one of the Tribes is racist, you can always report it.

*high-fives* I love roleplaying with new people! Watching them grow as roleplayers is awesome, and it's fun to get to know different people right from the start. We were all newbies once and we shouldn't ignore new people simply because they are, well, new.

Roleplay with ALL the newbies (or at least as many as possible)!

There were many things in life that irritated Hawkwhisker. One of those things happened to be ignorance.

After making sure her son had returned from a hunting patrol with a suitable amount of prey, the brown tabby warrior had gone out on her own patrol to mark the borders. Somehow she'd managed to lose track of the other cats; they must've gotten distracted by the scents of other Clans. StarClan knows that not a day goes by when two forbidden lovebirds aren't sneaking off. For once, she wasn't in the mood to reprimand them. They'll be punished when they get stuck in the nursery with half-Clan kits.

As Hawkwhisker padded along silently, her nose twitched and an unfamiliar scent came to her nose. Intruder. She narrowed her eyes until her gaze rested upon an unfamiliar she-cat sleeping on a small stone, shaded by a lone tree. You've got to be kidding me.

She slowly crept towards the cat, making a large circle around her until Hawkwhisker stood in the direction of the border. If she's asleep, she probably won't cause trouble... unless she's on guard. Once she was certain that she could attack if the trespasser tried to escape, Hawkwhisker let out a loud hiss and arched her back. "What are you doing on WindClan's territory?"

Exploration was a fascinating thing. There were always new discoveries to be made, new places to be found, and new cats to meet. How could a cat sleep when there was so much excitement going on around him?

Such thoughts whirred around in Patch's mind until he couldn't contain himself any longer. I've got a whole life ahead of me and I'm not going to waste too much of it sleeping! The large tabby rose from his "nest" beneath a scrawny, dead bush and made his way back to the nearby twolegplace, retracing his steps on the path he had used that evening on his way out. He hadn't been away long and his ginger fur was still clean as ever. This, combined with his tight orange collar, would hopefully prevent twolegs from snatching him while he tried to walk about unnoticed.

As Patch padded along the confusing thunderpaths, a strange noise came to his ear and he stopped to listen. It seemed that a cat was talking to himself; he sounded so happy that Patch guessed he was in a catmint-induced insanity. Curiosity got the better of him and he began to keep close to the nearby buildings, his fur pressed against the walls as he approached the cat who was laughing.

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Belmonty Python? /brick'd

Awesome idea, Wynn. I love how newbie-friendly you make this site! I'm not new, but I'll be lurkin'.

Funny how it seems like most people who prefer writing tend to dislike math and vice versa. (Not saying it's always like this, but based on what I've seen....) I don't like math all that much but I love writing.
I can definitely agree with Wynn's point about it being easy to be myself; being surrounded by people with a similar interest, even if I don't know most of 'em, is fantastic. You should see how stuffy and formal I am on other websites. I usually end up quitting them because the atmosphere isn't nearly as open as it is around here.

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Funny how I saw this just when I was about to create a new cat in SunClan. :3 Might as well give 'er relations so I can plot more easily!

Username: Graystream
Display Name: Graystream
Activity Level: I'm online for at least three hours every weekday (times may vary), but I share a computer with my sister and she takes over on the weekends. If I'm lucky I may be able to show up for a few minutes just to catch up on replies on those days, but chances aren't high. :C

Kit's Name: Opalkit, Opalpaw, Opalheart

Gender: She-cat

Appearance: Opalkit is a small, slim lilac point she-cat with light blue eyes. She has a white patch on her chest, legs, and tailtip, though they are won't be clearly visible until she's fully-grown. Her fur is longer than average and is often littered with twigs and leaves, but she rarely cleans it.
(Also went and made pictures on the Avatar Maker, since it helps me visualize the character: kit and adult. Couldn't show the white tailtip on the adult version due to marking limitations.)

Personality: Opalkit is a curious, pessimistic, outspoken, lazy cat who is fiercely loyal to those whom she trusts. She hates being ordered to do something against her will, but often fails to accomplish her own goals due to a lack of self-motivation.
Opalkit is fascinated by everything new she encounters. If she hears of something that interests her, she must find out as much as possible about the topic without getting out and investigating for herself. However, if one thing deters her from the subject, she loses all will to learn and if given the chance will never think of it again.
Though Opalkit dislikes playing the role of subordinate and is quick to protest against leadership which she sees as faulty, she has no desire to play the role of leader. The responsibility it would place on her is a load she's unwilling to bear; she'd rather have others do the work for her, but if they're doing it wrong she wants to let them know.
Opalkit's dream is to explore the world, but because she can't figure out a good reason to do so she's unwilling to try. That aside, she's also deathly afraid of water, which she knows would stand in the way of her goal and has no desire to overcome.

Plots?: None at the moment, but depending on the personalities of the other kits I may be able to come up with something interesting. Aside from that, Opalkit seems like the kind of cat who might be easily-swayed to follow the wrong opinions....

Other: I'm not all that good with unique names, so I stuck with the gemstone theme.... |D

Hullo there! :3 Graystream here. This is the first plot I've made, so bear with me if things aren't quite planned-through enough or it's all a bit messy. We've got to start somewhere, right?
Keep in mind that this is semi-advanced; while I don't need paragraphs of text, I do expect coherent posts, fleshed-out characters, and preferably more than one line of roleplay. Advanced bio/board permission not required.

It started with a dream. Whether it was from StarClan or created by her wild sleeping mind, Hawkkit was convinced that what she saw was a vision of the future: herself, sitting beside a muscular tom as they watched a cat speaking to WindClan. Somehow her mind made the connection that the speaking cat was a leader, and that cat would be her son.

A few seasons later, Hawkwhisker found out that she was expecting kits. She immediately knew whose they were: the father, Rowan, was an unusually strong kittypet, and she wanted him to join WindClan with her so he could make her dream a reality. Unfortunately for her, he still hadn't made up his mind when she became pregnant, and - disgusted with his slowness - ignored him for several days. (Later, a Clanmate told her that Rowan had been eaten by a monster, taken away, and hadn't been seen since.)

Eventually, Hawkwhisker's kits, Jaykit and Rabbitkit, were born. She instantly decided that the firstborn, Jaykit, would eventually become Clan leader and fulfill her dream, even if Rowan wasn't there. Jaykit loved his mother to death at first - she told him that his father had died courageously in battle, so as his only living parent he thought he should honor her - until he made an unnerving discovery. This is where the plot splits.

[i]Jayclaw's Side
It didn't take long for Jayclaw to notice that Hawkwhisker was also flirting with many, many toms. He was disgusted that she had moved on from his father's death so quickly and began to ignore her in silent protest. As if in response, she became the ultimate nitpick, criticizing every little thing he did and basically making his life a living nightmare. Jayclaw began to mount dark intentions - he never dreamed of doing evil, but he wanted to prove to his mother that he was a good cat and she should just shut up and stop telling him what to do.

Then he meets [she-cat], who he instantly falls in love with. After a few meetings, they get to know each other well, and he confesses that he wants to get revenge on Hawkwhisker somehow. From here on out, [she-cat]'s roleplayer and I can talk about where the plot will go.

Hawkwhisker's Side
When Jaypaw left the nursery, Hawkwhisker realized that her dream had to be real somehow. She needed a tom to sit beside her when Jaystar made an announcement. Thus she began flirting with every muscular tom she saw, which irritated her firstborn son. He began ignoring her, and Hawkwhisker decided that such an arrogant cat wasn't fit to be leader. Therefore she began pointing out his every fault in hopes that he would improve. She's unaware of exactly how much her nagging is grinding his nerves.

Eventually she becomes pregnant again, this time with [tom]'s kits, which gives her son a chance to plot with [she-cat]. Her rank as a queen may serve a key role; as mentioned above, the plot's direction from here on is up for discussion.

Jayclaw of WindClan- Silver tabby tom with blue eyes. Immature, quick to hold a grudge, and outwardly humble. He dreams of getting revenge on his mother Hawkwhisker for being a nitpick, but never tries to accomplish anything until goaded by [she-cat]. Played by Graystream (me).
Hawkwhisker of WindClan- Brown tabby she-cat with blue eyes. Egocentric, blatant, and flirtatious. She wants Jayclaw to become leader of WindClan someday and bothers him to no end so he can be the perfect cat for the job, though she has no idea that this irritates him so much. Played by Graystream (me).
[she-cat of ???]- Description goes here. Personality goes here. Jayclaw crushes on her as soon as they meet, regardless of which Clan she belongs to; she doesn't have to return these feelings. She's the one who makes Jayclaw take action against Hawkwhisker. Played by ???.
Rabbit???- Description goes here. Personality goes here. They're Hawkwhisker's second-born kit/Jayclaw's sibling. They may or may not be interested in helping/stopping Jayclaw and [she-cat] achieve their goal of revenge, but somehow they'll get involved. Played by ???.
[tom of ???]- Description goes here (must be muscular). Personality goes here. He fathers Hawkwhisker's second litter, though whether or not either of them have feelings for each other is up for debate. There's also potential for him to get involved with Jayclaw and [she-cat]'s plot. Played by ???.
[Hawkwhisker's kits?]- At the moment it's not certain whether or not Hawkwhisker's kits will even be born, but if so they'll be put up for adoption and listed here.
[other cats?]- The plot that Jayclaw and [she-cat] create may involve other cats. As the roleplay goes on, if the need comes up for new cats they will be put up for adoption and listed here.

1. Have good grammar/spelling. Is English your first language? If not, I'll be a bit more understanding, but don't use it as an excuse too much. If so, use what you've learned in school!
2. Be active and stay that way. If you'll be away/taking a break, please let me know so I don't think you've vanished off the face of the earth and adopt-out your cat.

[i]Remove anything in (parentheses) or your application will be ignored.