Posts by nemesis~
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Character Name: Flarepaw
Gender: Female
Clan{if any}: ThunderClan
Rank(CANNOT be leader, deputy or medicine cat/med apprentice unless you are making up their clan/tribe): Apprentice
Appearance(Must look realistic--NO RED EYES!): Silky red tabby fur accompanied with sparking yellow eyes are what make up Flarepaw. Her claws are always sharpened out to a glistening point, and she enjoys showing them off whenever she possibly can. Flarepaw's body is more lean than muscular, a trait that serves her well when racing against her littermates or against a fellow apprentice.
Personality: Flarepaw is kind and generous. Correction. She's kind and generous most of the time. That's right; for most of the time. There are many things in the Clans that can trigger off loud rantings and ravings from her. When she does encounter one of the untolerable things that make her go ballistic, however, Flarepaw can really take it out to a whole new, and sometimes unnecessary, level.
Flarepaw is one of the cats who like to hold grudges, and she isn't one to easily forgive. The reason for this is because she wants the other cat to plead for forgiveness, and she wants to be in the decision where she is superior and where another cat's feelings depends on her choices. She likes to have power, to be in charge.
When she isn't in one of those moods, however, she's the kind she-cat who's always offering her friends pieces of prey, or striving to make new friends.
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Username: Nemesis~
Timezone: EST
Comments/other: I've just created a ThunderClan apprentice by the name of Flarepaw. I'm willing to have her roleplay with any type of character; the only thing I would not like to roleplay with her is mates.
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Character Name: Birdeye
Gender: Female
Clan{if any}: RiverClan
Rank(CANNOT be leader, deputy or medicine cat/med apprentice unless you are making up their clan/tribe): Warrior
Appearance(Must look realistic--NO RED EYES!): Birdeye is a blue tabby she-cat. Her eyes are a pale blue, just like her eyes. Her fur cannot be considered long or short, and the length of her fur is pretty much average. Her tail is surprisingly short and is kinked, much to her horror.
Personality: Birdeye is the sensitive she-cat. Any rumor about her, any bad word about her, and she would burst into tears without thinking twice. She can't handle any joke, and doesn't understand sarcasm.
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Would you? Thanks, Wolfeh!
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[Flarepaw is becoming a warrior. If you don't mind, could you choose her warrior name? :) ]
A beautiful red tabby stepped into the clearing, her sparking yellow gaze swiveling around to glance at Brassstar, who was standing atop the Highrock. Mind full of curiosity, Flarepaw crept up close, her ears twitching with excitement and anticipation for what was about to come.
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Character Name: Fablestory
Character Age: 29 moons
Gender: Female
Alliance: WindClan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance (6 or more sentences): Fablestory's appearance is honestly nothing extraordinary or spectacular. This warrior's pelt is made up of light gray tabby fur, which are accompanied with a pair of pale yellow eyes. Her body is skinny and lean, like the majority of her Clanmates, a trait that usually gives her an edge when racing.
This gray tabby's legs are delicately-built just like her elegant tail. When seen around the camp, Fablestory is usually spotted with her yellow eyes averted and her tail drooped downwards in a slightly depressed way. Her face is long and triangular, and her nose colored pink.
Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below; those are additional requirements): While Fablestory's appearance may be ordinary, her personality is quite unique in contrast. This light gray tabby speaks her mind out the way she thinks. She doesn't care about what other cats think, and isn't afraid of criticizing any of her Clanmates, whether her littermates or the the Clan leader. Her opinions are quite sharp and insulting the majority of the time; mostly because her mind thinks in the sharp and insulting way.
Fablestory knows that she's sharp. She knows that she's insulting. But a part of her just likes to be that way, just likes to be different in personality and to be set apart from the rest of WindClan, no matter how much some of her Clanmates despise her.
---Likes (at least 3): Fablestory enjoys being different from others, as well as hunting and being alone in solitude.
--- Dislikes (at least 3): This WindClan warrior absolutely cannot stand apprentices, especially the cheeky ones who talk back to her. This usually results in Fablestory showing her fangs because she doesn't have the best patience level ever. She also doesn't enjoy working in a group or team, and abhors optimistic or indifferent cats, who don't show a reaction to her harsh words.
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): Fablestory's hunting skills are really something that she takes great pride in. Her own indifference to the teasing and rumors behind her back are also a strength.
---Weaknesses (At least 3): Fablestory is weak at fighting, mainly because she's never been in a fight, and perhaps also because her mentor had never really been good at fighting. She's also weak at teamwork, and at strategizing. This gray tabby is way more likely to go charging into a border skirmish without thinking a second time.
History (8 or more sentences): Fablestory's tale began in the WindClan nursery, where she was born. Her littermates were Eveningsky and Dawnlight, and her mother was Dulcetsong and her father Darkheart. As a young kit, Fablestory had always been interested in fighting, and learning how to do it. She was always beating her two siblings in the mock fights, and was certain that she did hold a special talent in fighting.
Then came the apprentice ceremony. Excited as ever, Fablestory looked on, hoping to find a battle-obsessed mentor who could teach her everything about the subject. She was in for quite the disappointment. Instead of the bloodthirsty warriors whom she'd wanted as her mentor, she got Squirreltail instead, the gentle she-cat who had been a queen longer than a warrior.
At first, Fablestory was full of anger and strove to ignore whatever Squirreltail told her, and to be difficult. After awhile, her mentor told her parents about the difficulties she was having with Fablestory. After a night of talking with her parents, Fablestory reluctantly began to follow Squirreltail's directions.
Roleplay Sample {Required for first advanced bio}: A light gray tabby pelt brushed softly in the moonlit clearing, and a pair of pale yellow eyes peered out suspiciously from behind one of the rare trees that lined the WindClan territory. After a moment, when the warror was certain that nobody was out, she padded out silently, her delicate paws hardly making a sound as they stepped lightly down onto the grass of the moors.
She could not fathom why she was acting this way, as if she were afraid. Perhaps it was the urge to hurry back to the camp, as was natural for any Clan cat at night. But she couldn't. Not when she knew that Eveningsky had left the camp to go looking for his RiverClan mate.
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Finished!
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A small blue tabby padded through the RiverClan territory with silent steps, her sparking eyes full of contempt and ferocity. She had just been in another fight. Again, of course. It certainly wasn't her first time, and it wasn't going to be her last, either. Of course, it was partially her fault. If she hadn't called Fireflies a loud-mouthed traitor, maybe things could have went perfectly fine.
But, as always, her mouth took over her mind, and she unthinkingly blurted it out anyways. She had decided, right after Fireflies had fled from the argument, that it was time for a small break. As her mother had said, arguing wasn't good for her. It gave her headaches and made her sick. She needed a meditation of the mind, according to her mother. What a strange thing. But it worked. Quite well, actually.
It meant walking quietly through the forest. While doing so wasn't her nature at all, it actually did help her calm down. Slightly.
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Character Name: Eveningsky
Gender: Male
Clan{if any}: ShadowClan
Rank(CANNOT be leader, deputy or medicine cat/med apprentice unless you are making up their clan/tribe): Warrior
Appearance(Must look realistic--NO RED EYES!): Eveningsky is a handsome young brown tabby tom, with piercing amber eyes. His fur cannot be considered long or short; it's right in between, and his body is more muscular than lean.
Personality: Eveningsky is one of those gentle giants. He may seem large and threatening, but on the inside, his heart is actually quite soft. Although this brown tabby does prefer fighting over hunting, mainly because he's better at it, he doesn't enjoy actually fighting in a battle, believing that bloodspill is never necessary. This is why although he's 30 moons old, he has never been to a battle.
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Character Name: Quailfeather
Gender: Male
Clan{if any}: SnowClan
Rank(CANNOT be leader, deputy or medicine cat/med apprentice unless you are making up their clan/tribe): Warrior
Appearance(Must look realistic--NO RED EYES!): Quailfeather is a black smoke tomcat with one white forepaw. His eyes are a pale blue, and his claws are always kept sharp to a glistening point. Quailfeather's fur is short, a trait which gives him an advantage in the humid summers. His tail is also kinked, something in which this black smoke tom takes absolute pride in, and something which he likes to show off.
Personality: Quailfeather's moods change constantly. One moment he can be thinking traiterous thoughts about SnowClan, and the next moment he can be wholeheartedly offering himself up to lead a border patrol to make sure thatno loners have been trespassing. There's something that's not quite right with his mind that causes these mood changes.
Quailfeather takes great pride in his kinked tail. He enjoys showing it off to others and creating tales about how it got that way to frighten off or impress other cats.
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A small gray tabby she-cat trotted along the tall grasses blowing wildly in the wind. The strong wind buffeted her fur, and she let out an ill-tempered grumble. "The wind is a symbol of our Clan? Who was mouse-brained enough to even think of such a thing?" she growled under her breath, her yellow eyes narrowed, her tail flicking in irritation.
Fablestory glanced backwards over her shoulder once, as if to see if anyone had heard her. It wasn't that it mattered, of course. Opinions were created to be heard.
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Hey, Em!
I'm Nemesis, and it's really nice to meet you! If you ever want to roleplay or chat, feel free to PM me!
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Hey, Lydia!
I'm Nemesis, and it's really nice to meet you. If you ever would like to chat or roleplay, then feel free to shoot me a PM.
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Fablestory's yellow eyes narrowed slightly as they centered on another she-cat, a blue tabby. "It doesn't matter if the creator was named Wind or not. At least they could've chosen some territory not so..." She glanced around, her ears flicking, "windy. This wind brings up all that dust; it's so difficult to get used to."
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The blue tabby glanced backwards, startled, as a black apprentice appeared at her side. She had, after all, expected to be on her own in the forest. In the recent days, cats who walked the territory alone were pretty rare. It was mainly those patrols out there. "I'm Birdeye," she meowed politely enough, because this was an apprentice whom she had no quarrels with. For now, at least.
"And you are...?" She left the end of the phrase going upwards, waiting for him to finish it. She wasn't one who paid attention to the names of cats either, other than her littermates and a few cats whom she'd trained with as apprentices.
