Posts by sparklesmudge123

Bluepaw's sides were heaving. "Sure. Just for a bit." She was glad Weaseleyes was letting her rest. Bluepaw sat down and washed her paw for a bit. After she had gotten her energy back, she got up. "Shall we go now?"

Ashwing, a RiverClan warrior trotted over and stood up in front of the flames. "And they say us cats are supposed to be afraid of this? Please!" she snorted. She then realized a flicker of burning ash had landed on her paw and she shook it off. She started washing her paw frantically. I guess it's more dangerous than I thought she thought.

Bluepaw followed Weaseleyes through the forest, going a bit slower this time as to not run out of energy. It was a long trip.
After a while, Bluepaw smelled something acrid. She scrunched her nose up at it. "Is that the Thunderpath?" she said questioningly.

OOC: accepted ;)

IC: "Oh, uh, hi." She said nervously. "I- I'm Ashwing" Why was she so nervous around this tom? Well, he was good-looking...

Bluepaw quickly trotted after her. Her eyes opened wide, glittering with amazement and shock as they stood before a huge grey path with big monsters running across it.

"Yes, I can see it." Bluepaw mewed. "I definitely will remember this stench!" she said jokingly.

OOC: is your profile pic of Morningsong?

IC: Ashwing blushed. "Thanks." she said calmly. "Uh, so, are you a new warrior? I am. I just did my vigil a couple weeks ago. Thank StarClan it was warm that night, not like some cats who have to do it in the freezing cold!" she said amusingly. She smiled at him.

OOC: I like that the newest posts on threads are at the top now, easier to find :P

IC: Bluepaw nodded and before they left, she smelled something, maybe a mouse. "Can you smell that? Can we go hunting?" she said excitingly. She knew she hadn't learned to hunt yet, and she probably wouldn't be able to, but she asked anyways.

"Yes" she thought for a moment. "Would you like to hear the tale of how I came to RiverClan?" she asked. She loved this story.

"Ok." she started. "I started out as a kit of ThunderClan. Everyone was nice there and I had good friends. But, I soon found out that my father, Brambleclaw, was a traitor. He was helping RiverClan cats set up suprise attacks on ThunderClan, but the clan soon found out. We were banished from the clan. RiverClan took us in when they heard at a gathering, thank StarClan it was only a few days after we were banished, or we would be crowfood!" she continued, exasperated. "My mother wasn't happy to join, but we soon found good friends. Like you." she said with a smile. "My mothers name is Leaftail, by the way. You might have seen her around. She's one of the senior warriors, with the unique leaf-like markings on her tail." Ashwing said dreamily. "Sorry, I babble too much!" she said embarrassed.

A bright smile came to Bluepaw's face. She ran after Weaseleyes, quietly on her toes. She was glad to have such a nice, willing mentor. "Coming!" she whispered.

OOC: Please continue! Someone!

IC: Rainclaw trotted towards a part of the land that was covered with tall grass. "Over here" she whispered quietly. "I can smell a rabbit. Stay close." she peered around. There, a plump, juicy rabbit! How rare it was to find one this big! "Quiet, after I get this one, you guys go hunt for more." Rainclaw remarked. With one mighty, but soundless leap, she pinned the rabbit to the ground and killed it in one menacing bite. "Ok! I'll go bury this while you two look for more. Meet me back here in a bit. Don't go to long" she said, and with a jump, she was gone.

Character Name:Slash

Character Age:18 moons

Gender:Tom

Alliance:None

Rank:Loner

Appearance (6 or more sentences):
Slash is a handsome tom with a scar on his face, next to his right ear. He is jet black except for a white sock on his left hind leg. His eyes are a yellow-green color, with a tint of brown. He has unusual sharp claws. His nose is a dark pink and a bit tilted from a fight, and the nose never went back to shape. His teeth and also unusually sharp, from teething on old bones of prey he has killed.
Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements):
Slash is a kind, loving loner. If he does see something of a threat, though, he can get nasty. Sometimes he can get lonely, longing for a she-cat. He usually is up and about because he has no jobs to get done. He is very cautious about things since he has no one to watch his back. He is also very sensitive about what is his.
---Likes (at least 3): Mice, bones, and chaffinches,
--- Dislikes (at least 3): Clan cats, rouges, and foxes,
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): Fighting, running, and hunting.
---Weaknesses (At least 3): Clan cats (he isn't as well trained), she-cats (is shy), and kittypets (somehow he can't kill them).

History (8 or more sentences):
Slash was a loner all his life. His parents both died when he was just 6 moons old. The last thing his father told him was- Slash, I want you to go out there and start your own clan, for me. Slash looked all his life for a she-cat, with no luck. Once he was 8 moons old he was teaching him self how to hunt, fight, and climb. At 12 moons he got his scar in a fight with a Clan cat. He fled the fight with the cat laughing at him. At 16 moons, he was fighting Clan cats without fleeing. All this time his fathers words stuck in his head- Slash, I want you to go out there and start your own clan, for me... He is now searching harder than ever.

Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio):
Slash looked up at moon. He longed to find someone, someone perfect for him. Why couldn't he? Just then, he heard a rustle behind him. "Who is there?" he said, but none answered. He peered curiously through the bramble, his ears flat. "If you do not come out, I will find you." he growled. And as if by coincidence, a huge cat leaped out, flying toward Slash. he dodged easily. "So you think you can out-smart me, huh, loner?" the cat sneered. "Well, too bad, because this is the night you die." And the two cats went into a furious battle.

Comments (optional):
I wouldn't really be able to bump the appearance, 6 sentences are hard to write for just that

Name: Slash
Gender: Tom
Age: 18 moons

Please fill out the form! You must be a loner she-cat that wants kits!

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How much time will you put into this?(must be at least every other day!):

OOC: Accepted! ^U^ I go on every day, but I have a lot on other posts to make/ tend to, and other sites to go on, so no worries 8) K, i will start by meeting you

IC: Slash heard a rustle of leaves. He twitched he ears and opened his mouth slightly. It was a she-cat. From his experience with Clan cats, he knew this was a loner. "Hello?" he asked nervously. Was this it? The day he would meet her? He looked again.

I feel that I don't want all of my cats anymore, as I have 7 now and not enough time to rp all of them... can you delete them, or make them 'die' somehow? (a fight, old age, etc.,)

Thanks :)

Ashwing heard her name being called. "Oh, sorry, I, uh, have the evening patrol, I have to go." she said awkwardly. "So, see you later, I guess." and she was off.

~after the patrol~

Ashwing came back with a fish in her mouth. She looked for Morningsong and trotted over to him. She dropped the fish before him. "Look what I got! We can share it if you like. It's a pretty big fish." she said happily.

OOC: And by the way, the clan is actually going to be a tribe, so, im gonna call it The Tribe of Night, or, if you want, The Tribe of Day.

IC: He looked around and sat down. He eyed his surroundings curiously. "Who is it?" he asked. "I'm not going to hurt you." he added.

Slash looked at the beautiful she-cat. "What is your name? I'm Slash." he said calmly, not to frighten her. He had so many questions to ask her, but he started with the obvious.