Posts by Blackpaw14

Cat Name: Vitailed "Vi"
Age: 4 years
Gender: Female
Rank Desired: Warrior
Backup Rank: Loner
Appearance: http://www.casadolabrador.com/…n/Matrimonio/ARS_0027.JPG
Personality: She is usually very calm, and quiet. Keeping to herself, she enjoys, and prefer her own company. She doesn't deny, or seem strongly disliking other company, but strongly dislike crowds. She is very active, and rarely stay at one place for long, unless requested/order to do something to. (like keeping guard). She's brave, and willing to fight to death. She is very patience. Do to her calm nature, she is very hard to read how she feeling, or to tell happy or sad, nor does she voice them. She's also blunt.
Mate: None
Crush: None
Kits: None
Mentor/Apprentice: Currently None
Other: She's join the clan, not born in. She refuses to tell anyone about her original home, only replying. "it just a place I was born."

May I join? 0w0

Vitailed quietly move though grass, her body low towards the crowd. Lightly moving her paws, not making an noise...before an pounce, diving on the rat, an easy caught. Before moving to return to the den. She knows very well that likely no-one is interest in simple rat. Better an bunny..but it's habit of her's. Always bring the food back, unless she is very hungry herself.

OOC: I wouldn't mind Vitailed being up for deputy..but might be better for someone actually interested in the spot. :)

Yellowish green eyes watch as the other cats leave. Training grounds. Small smile on her lips for an second..before disappearing. They sure grow fast. She hasn't been in the clan for long. But it feels like yesterday she was bringing them food. Giving an light nod toward Falconstar. An small greeting. Before focus back to the warrior's den. Her eyes look at Ace for an moment as he was leaving before entering the den.

She was wrong it seems. Watching from an den, another fine caught. Licking her paw, making sure her claws nice and sharp, before on-words for another hunt. Moving to leave the den, she barely been there for an minute before on the move. An quick stop for an tree to sharpen her claws, then on the move to hunt.

I'm kinda new, and know there's an thread for character request..but doesn't seem like anyone use it for resquests, and not sure to add new thread there or not. I was looking for mentor for my character, that was an kittypet, but end up being loner, however not good at hunting. So looking for someone to teach him. However having issues do to being 'kittypet/rouge'.

[/align][fancypost bgcolor= none; border: none; width: 400px; font: arial; color: black; text-align: justify;][align=center][hr][hr][size=15pt] Blackkit | Blackpaw | Blackheart[/size][hr][hr][justify]name: Blackheart
gender: Male
age: 26 moons
rank: Warrior
desired rank: Deputy

appearance: Pure black long-fur cat. His eyes are bright green color, with white whiskers. He is slightly shorter then most adult tom cats.
personality: He is very stubborn and prideful. Not allowing to be belittle by any cat, or even dogs. He is ambitious, always train to better himself. Regardless of his pride, he has respect for all his clan mates, and expect them all to work their share. He deeply dislike slackers, but patience for those that made mistakes. He mostly keep themselves about his problems, but an ear to others. He has bad habit of ordering others around, restrain himself if he call on it. He is absentminded if something else distracts him.

mate/crush: None currently
kin: Father Logan(died), Mother Goldenheart(died) Roseykit(died), Ironkit(died)
history (required): He was born in the city, his parents took care of him, but..it's was mostly
his mother. The city life was harse even though his father defends them. He did little to nothing
for them. When the day his mother and his siblings were killed, he become fully under his father's care. Learning more of the true life in the city. He has to be strengthen, and ready to fight for the scrapes they can. There's nothing like love...that his mother try to give him, and his siblings.

Learning the way of the streets, he knows. There's strength in numbers. He become part of rouge group. He was small, and young at the time. He train to prove himself, and become stronger member. He end up being deputy, giving orders, only over-shadow by the leader. Many cats however, see him as nothing but weakness to the clan. Do to him trying to keep their numbers strong, and help those injuries. If they get hurt, it is their own fault. He doesn't share this mentality. They have rivals of the city, and they need all the strong cats they have. The leader respect his decision. Many of the other members on the other paw, doesn't.

To surprise of both the leader, their own clan end up turning around and striking them. As, promise of another clan to join them, and bring the two area together to give more food. The leader was too prideful to agree to the arrangement, and he, himself, trust in the leader's decisions. Fight alongside him, until he was killed. Too out-number, and refuse to be killed, he flee. He soon leave the city to recover his wounds. Other clans give him trouble, until he ended up finding the Hurricaneclan. Question of ask to join, and help recover his wounds..warily, but accept. He has no-where else to go..and..the culture reminds him of his mother. He decide to try to give faith in his new home.

other:Hurricanestar, also don't really have fancy-post. I do apologetic on some spelling errors. Sometimes the spelling corrector don't have the word I'm trying to spell.
theme song (optional): Dark Horse - Katy Perry (though sadly refers female then male. fits enough. Likely someone did an male version somewhere, should check around the YouTube sometimes.)
roleplay sample (required): Blackheart scoffs at the amount of fresh-kill they have today. He feels the hunting patrol becoming lazy. Or at least the warriors. Apprentices can caught so must. This time of the year there is more prey to be hunt. They should eat up and enjoy themselves while they can until harder times come around. Annoyance feel him, he decide to go out hunting himself. He just came back from patrol. He might as well make himself useful. The hurricanes help protect them from other cats from desiring to take this land, but not always easiest to caught prey. The strong winds would scare some cats, and most prey underground. Making food less. But he half wonder if the others knows the simple common-senses. He still himself, and dismiss the thought for the time being. His stomach grumble of remind him, he himself is hungry. Once he bring back prey, he'll help himself. [hr][/justify]

The tom move quietly, the scent is stall. There won't be any cats to brother his hunting. He needed to get more for that she-cat. He expecting it won't be long until the kits be born. They might need to try to put an pile. Since she won't be able to hunt at all. Excitement rolls on him when he caught an scent of an rabbit. Perfect. Moving his body to slowly stalk, and ready to pounce.

Moving just a bit closer..an crack! The rabbit spring. He quickly dash after it. He is so close, just a little more. The rabbit suddenly sharply turns. He move to try to turn after it, but his eyes fall on in distances...Cats no wonder rabbit turn as it did. He quickly turn and move to leave the area, before seen or they smell him. He doesn't want his presence noticed.

Away from the cats, but no doubtfully they caught his scent. He lost the rabbit, and now they might caught his scent. He might have to find something to cover his scent..fox..his mind stop at that. He does NOT want to do that. he decided just go just off the territory. He careful of which way the cats were, and away from the den. To go off the territory then go around. He might be luckily to caught something outside the territory..but it is been pretty slim pickings.

Eyes were peer out of the cave as watching. Green eyes watch the two cats entering the cave. Moving her body to stay within the shadows, and simplely watch, licking her paws.

The she-cat watch the two strangers move around the cave, but just decided to just relax. They don't seem to know her presence, nor does she want them to know it. She stay at the edge, and lick her paw softly.

Yes keep this place hidden. The black cat relaxes. It seems mostly on young ones, her scent doesn't really stand out. They seem too must in their own little world. Judging by their scent they are part of the clan that owns around this territory.We might have to consider moving to another area anyway. This area is known. Even if 'serect'

The scent is strong and fresh. They are more active today.The tom thought to his dismays. Blackheart insisted to find an better den to stay, he agree. He suggested to go living more twolegged. They have more fresh food if you know how to soften them. Or hunt some mice. She deeply refuses even considering going around there. The cat is too darn prideful.

"It's fresh. We don't caught anything at this rate." The black she-cat voice range. Moving over to the tom. They were barely on the edge of the border. Her stomach growl. Yesterday they didn't barely get must. "If this clan is too big, we should just get to better land." she scoffed.

"Most areas are claim in these parts. Any area that isn't, is either too close to the thunderpath, or barely no food at all. If we want to find better land, we could try to travel far to the north." He said, looking over to his company face. Whom isn't happy in the slightest. An long trip wouldn't be ideal. It won't be too long her kits to be born after all. "Or go through the twolegged nest, and get to the farm." There's food there. But they might have to be problematic of time of day they hunt. Do to the dog.

"I don't like any of them." The she-cat said, her eyes glaring into the woods. He wonder if she be able to stare hard enough it would burst into flames. "The food's here plentiful." she stated..thinking her options. Before getting up, moving onto the territory. The tom quickly follow beside her.

The tom quick to her side. Worry fill him. What is she planning to do? This is dangerous. If they seen. They would be attack. If she get injury, she will risk the kits. Looking at her the corner of his eyes. She look determined of whatever she going to do. He just stay by her side to make sure make out whatever crazy plan she going with fine.

OCC:

how about this instead of blue?

Leading the charge. Her head in the air, to follow the scent of the clan cat. They are getting closer. It seems more fresh, and seeming to more of them. Good. She need to speak to at least one of them.

"Blackheart?" Pure question, he wonder if she knows what she is doing. Clan cats likely would attack or kill outsiders like themselves of hunting their prey. His nose isn't the best. But he can tell they are getting closer, too must close. "We should turn around."

"You can if you want to." The she-cat said. "They ain't savages, correct? Then they should at least be willing to listen." Her company didn't say anymore, just looking worriedly.

The Tom follow closely until something catch his attendance. Looking over to the nose towards an..rabbit-hole? He would inroge it, but he smell cat. Moving over, sniffing the entrance..cat no douth. "Hello?" he question, why would any cat go into an rabbit-hole? If Blackheart wants to talk to the clan, might be better finding one alone, or in pair, then really the whole clan at once.

Few moments past, he call again. But no answer. He knows he smell cat. maybe they are too deep to hear him? He didn't really shout anywho. The cat has to come out sooner or later, right? "Blackheart?" he call, she isn't around. following her scent was ease. Finding the feline heading closer to the them..likely their camp. Or likely an group of them was staying before, "Blackheart, please. We should talk to one that hunting. Instead of going to where they live. It's asking for trouble."

"Please." She said. "And just wait? We been doing nothing but waitting!" She scoffs. She has courage, he give her that. But this isn't the time to be brave.

"You're being foolish." He said, trying to talk her out of it. Her mind is made up it seems. Nothing he say can chance it. "At least try to talk to an cat just out hunting, then talk to the clan later?" She didn't listen, to his dismay. He thought back going back to the rabbit hole, and see if he can call out again. Then again, this she-cat likely be in trouble by then. Their scent is likely more open for any cat to caught by now.

The cat end up spotting two cats, seeming walking on their own. Golden tabby, and black and white cat. They smell of this clan. Surely they apart of it. "You two!" her voice called. "Are you part of the clan that owns this terriorty?" she question, as the tom stay quietly beside her. Secretly relive they ain't walking right into their camp.

0CC: can't find shinepaw on trainies..so just going by the pic. Assumingly it is him.

"I am Blackheart, and this is Pure." her paw gesture to the cat beside her. Whom, unlike her, is prepare for trouble. She either fearless, or doesn't care at the moment. "I wish to join this clan." This time, surprising the male, looking over her for an moment, before focusing back at the two young cats.