Posts by Sharp_of_Darkness

OOC: I see. So if there is an active roleplay moment, the day goes on, and otherwise continues on a normal time plan, right? Won't be on for a few hours.

OOC: Real Life Role Play refers to when a day passes in the real world, a day passes in the roleplay too.

OOC: I did post a name on the sign up, but he'd become an apprentice at 6 moons. I can't remember it on hand, but Riranclaw when he's a warrior.

Sharp's ears flicked in the cold and bewilderment. "You don't mean me... Do you?" He asked, juming off of the snow pile.

Sharp was lost for words. This wasn't an expected outcome of sneaking ito a clan and being trapped in a blizzard. But it was an outcome nonetheless. He dipped his head in respect, "Thank you will serve this clan well." Knowing it was a clan, he didn't dare speak of the deadly sharp-point.

OOC: Close enough without checking the sign-up. And he didn't mention his name either.

Sharp returned the gesture, knowing his clanlore from his cat civilization studies at home. "It is an honor to serve."

OOC: Wasn'y yhere a hordeof zed / zombies / lifeless / undead / walking dead ouside?

"Hey!" Nerald shouted, seeing Marshall, "Don't use that, you idiiot! Conservation and stealth!" He tried to get to him, hitting them aside as he went along.

Riranpaw waited to seeif there was anything to be done, but after a while went to rest in the apprentice den.

Nerald was left outside, and he had allowed the horde to see him. There were too may to fight through, let alone safety in mind. So what could he do? "Screw conservation," He yelled at the horde and set his Armalite Rifle to semi-auto and realesed several bullets into the horde.

After resting, Riranpaw padded out and sat staring at the sky. Leafbare seemed to bring many clouds above the camp and the possiblity for a blizzard could be high. Focusing, he listened hard to any nearby conversations.

OOC: Reminder to Rebellion; The battle thread is ALMOST done.

The weasel hidden in one of the trees nibbled on his lucky shiny gem hanging around his paw.

Name: Kokoro
Gender: Male
Age(not real age): 4 1/3 years OR 52 moons.
Clan: Loner
Position: Rouge
Activity level: 7/10
Appearence: Dark gray with a blue mark of a crow on forehead. Several permanent scars covers face and forelegs (Which wereobviously the arms, right?) And a missing tooth.
Personality: Agressive and mercilless. No fears, and as such easily runs into traps. Will do anything to win.

Another day, another... He thought, waking up. He still had his wonderful dream in his conciousness. He remebered reading a very good Warriors book and right before falling asleep was thinking about a cat named Five. He got up, ready to go to work as a securityguard at a secret research facility...
... He looked down...
... Stared for a bit...
... Then yowled in surprise. "What in blazes' name?" He had furry paws instead of feet! What happened to his arms? He looked underneath it and saw a pd and the tips of claws. His forelegs were covered in, not fur, but several scars. What in the world kind of trick is this!? The forelegs were obvously his arms... Possibly transmuted. "If this is a joke," he yelled at the surrounding trees, "then it better stop! Markiel? Nathaniel?" He screeched and charged into one of the trees.
Instead of the creaking of cardboard, as he suspected such, immese pain filled his head as he hit solid wood. His vision blurred as he struggled to remain concious. Then hehad a vision of a glittering cat, and an immense need came over him. It was of bloodlust, yet not against humans--which he was strongly urged to call Twolegs--but against other cats.
Almost as soon as it came, the vision left. Then he couldn't stand any longer and fell unconcious.

OOC: Sorry for the signature long intro post.

Riranpaw answered, "Of course. What would the lesson be for today?"

Although Riranpaw couldn't be seen, he had jumped directly into one of the trees in two bounds--One from a branch at about halfway from the top, and then the highest branch of the next one. "Where shall the hunting be taken place at?" He asked from atop the trees.

The weasel jumped out of the tree, stashed his food outside, and yawned. He fell asleep without knowing it on the ground.

OOC: The Community Roleplay sign-up is now up, and in Plot 2 roleplaying will be launched. Sign-up is now allowed, so if you enjoy the Community Sign-up, this is the first of three roleplays to be available.

The communities exist in a small abandoned Twoleg city far from the clans location. It exists near a coast with brilliant sunshine and abundant prey for three seasons, and well into leafbare. Here the cats of the communities exist, with superiority tools as they have mastered the art of crafting tools and weapons.

-THE COMMUNITIES-

-RELIGION-

-TOOLSMANSHIP-

-FORM-
*=Required
#=Required for Major Position.

High Positions Open:
None. At the launching of the Community Roleplay, the plot that causes the launch of the Community Roleplay is still in action. For about a few moons after the plot, High Positions will start to form.

-FAQ-

Remember, this is the SIGN-UP thread. there is no roleplay at the moment and I shall alert you when/where the roleplay comes/is. If there are any questions, ask me on the thread. If a question is asked more then 5 times, it shall be added to the FAQ.

OOC: The plot of which is occurring... The Community Saga... Involves a Community or clan of sword wielding cats and a plight that Sharp, heir to be leader, has cased ny escaping. It would end otherwise, unless the death of one cat causes a rebellion that threatens the Community's fall. Instead of flooding some new thread that will be abandoned, I decided to have a roleplay made for each location visited during such. The Communities is like Sharp and Edge, if you are familiar with these characters, but in everyday life and larger quanities. If you are not familiar, then most info is posted on the link in my signature if you wish to check.

Riranpaw jumped down, after searching for a bit to confirm the leader's words. "It's hopeless to hunt. Shall we continue on anyways?"

"Darksun," Riranpaw replied, "But I haven't seen her since the ceremony. Is she on a mission somewhere?"

He woke up with a sudden impulse for a name. He couldn't call himself his real name... He might be discovered. So he had though of Five. He was now Five. The name was supposed to be close to some other language's word for 'death' so that was basically his name: Death. Five looked around and heard some other thing walking away from nearby. He crouched down and stalked the thing, trying to smell it to test if he was indeed a cat. Sure enough, he smelled another cat. He continued to stalk the thing until he reached a point in which the scent cut off. How very odd!