Posts by Mungojerrie

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    just some basic advice...reference as much as possible! try using less harsh lines when you're transitioning from head to muzzle, ie more of a gradient curve. i reckon you should play around with the neck and head positioning a bit too


    the hind legs should be a little wider at the top methinks, and again smooth out the curves in your lines


    this is really great for a first shot though!


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    Screen-Name:
    Mungojerrie


    Character Name
    Robin-nose


    Age:
    50 moons


    Gender:
    Tom


    Current Rank:
    Warrior


    Desired Rank:
    Deputy


    Persona:
    hearty, jovial cat. loves eating and fighting. never lets an intruder go. loyal to the clan, but willing to question authority.


    Written Description:
    small, heavyset calico tom with pale green eyes and a short tail


    Short Description:
    stocky calico tom


    History {Opt.}:
    born into the clan


    Kin:
    open!


    Crush/Mate:
    open!


    Kit(s):
    Sleetpaw and Lilacpaw, if that's okay by Shadymist?


    Strengths:
    fantastic sense of smell, hits hard in battle, observant


    Weaknesses:
    poor balance and agility, not very fast


    Other:
    womp womp

    Crowflower crept through the undergrowth, eyes trained on a tiny mouse. He hadn't slept well, and had gone out to hunt. He was going to bring this one back to Briarpaw - mouse was one of his brother's favourite. Then, out of nowhere, a sharp yowl pierced the air. The mouse bolted, and Crowflower sprang up, scenting the air. Familiar Clan scent and...a rogue! He cursed himself inwardly for getting caught up in hunting and missing the scent until now. He shook off the leaves from his feet and bounded off towards the source of the sound. Finally, he skidded to a halt in a clearing and saw Flametail upon a rogue, with Gladepaw watching from a safe distance. "What's this?" he asked, breathless.


    Briarpaw was sleeping in the medicine den, taking shallow, somewhat irregular breaths as he slept. His front paws twitched and flailed, as if he was trying not to slip off something. In his dream, Briarpaw was falling, plummeting down a dark earthy tunnel. Dirt and sand fell from the walls as he scrambled for a foothold. He took a breath, but inhaled the dirt instead. He coughed and squirmed slightly in his nest, unable to breathe.

    ((Crowflower is open to mentor an apprentice providing they're around 7 moons? He's still a new Warrior))


    Crowflower stood and watched the rogue slink off and nodded to Flametail and Gladepaw as they, too, left. Well, that definitely scared off the prey, he thought to himself. There was no point trying to catch anything here now. There was something else to track, though. He got down into the weeds and began to follow Dawn's scent through the undergrowth. Hailstar would appreciate him making sure the rogue left their territory.


    Briarpaw heaved and squirmed in his nest, gasping for air inbetween his violent coughs. His dream world was dimming around him as he struggled for breath in the medicine den.

    Briarpaw came to, choking down the coltsfoot and still gasping for air. He looked around with teary, panicked eyes. The cats around him blurred until they were unrecognisable; he tried to scent the air but the smell and taste of coltsfoot overwhelmed him. Some of the pulp had caught in his throat. He retched and thrashed in his nest, trying desperately to swallow.


    Crowflower closed in on Dawn, watching the rogue from the undergrowth a few foxlengths away. He wondered what he should do. Coming any closer would certainly blow his cover, but he wanted to observe the rogue a few moments longer. He lay in wait, watching.


    ((Oh, just so you know, Crowflower can't be Briarpaw's mentor like its currently listed in the ranks. They are littermates. Briarpaw hasn't gotten his warrior name simply because of his illness.))

    Birchpaw's struggles came to a stop, the water clearing the obstruction from his throat so he could swallow properly. He gasped, and soon, his breathing steadied. "Thanks," he whispered. His eyes were still too watery to see much, but now that he was breathing he perceived his surroundings with much more clarity. He heard Nettlefur and Salmonscales exchanging quiet words, and smelled Spiderpaw sitting just a few feet away. The familiar scents and sounds of the Clan soothed his nerves.


    Crowflower took his chance and leapt out of the undergrowth. "Hey, you!" he said, "We told you to get out of here!"


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    (( OTHER NAMES )) Mothpaw, Mothfang, Threefoot
    (( AGE )) 9 moons
    (( GENDER )) Tom
    (( ALLIANCE ))RainClan
    (( RANK ))Apprentice


    (( WRITTEN DESCRIPTION )) Silver-brown tabby tom
    (( FUR COLOR )) Silver-brown
    (( EYE COLOR )) Green
    (( PELT PATTERN )) Tabby with white
    (( BODY MODIFICATION )) N/A


    (( TEN PERSONALITY TRAITS )) Cocky, driven, proud, untactful, dynamic, immature, assertive, cheeky, egocentric, self-indulgent
    (( LIKES )) Inventing his own battle techniques, Clan ceremonies
    (( DISLIKES )) Tracking, following rules
    (( STRENGTHS )) Muscular and strong, fast
    (( WEAKNESSES )) Unobservant, dull sense of smell, reckless, relies on talent rather than training, petty


    (( HISTORY )) Born of a rogue mother and a kittypet father. Came upon RainClan on a journey to find Clan cats he had heard stories about.
    (( KIN )) Open!
    (( DREAMS )) To be honoured in StarClan when he dies; To become Clan leader
    (( FEARS )) Showing weakness
    (( TALENTS )) Fighting


    (( RELATIONSHIP STATUS )) Single
    (( CRUSH )) None yet
    (( MATE )) None yet
    (( OFFSPRING )) None yet


    (( PLOT IDEAS )) None for the Clan, but in the future this character will lose a leg in service to his Clan (perhaps through a mauling or car accident) and receive a name change. Perhaps he can become a deputy if the RP goes on long enough?
    (( ROLEPLAY SAMPLE )) Roleplay posts here
    (( THEME SONG )) Hedley - Anything
    (( OTHER )) [color=lightgray]N/A
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    (( OTHER NAMES )) Magpiepaw
    (( AGE )) 11 moons
    (( GENDER )) She-cat
    (( ALLIANCE ))RainClan
    (( RANK ))Apprentice


    (( WRITTEN DESCRIPTION )) Black and white patched she-cat
    (( FUR COLOR )) Black and white
    (( EYE COLOR )) Amber
    (( PELT PATTERN )) Bicolour
    (( BODY MODIFICATION )) N/A


    (( TEN PERSONALITY TRAITS )) Secretive, deceptive, theatrical, mistrusting, selfish, wary, clever, attention-seeking, anxious, hedonistic
    (( LIKES )) Attention, praise
    (( DISLIKES )) Being ignored
    (( STRENGTHS )) Acting, storytelling
    (( WEAKNESSES )) Obsessive, anxious, no good at fighting


    (( HISTORY )) Was seperated from her twolegs at 6 months old during a move, subsequently wandered into RainClan territory and almost died in the desert before she was found by a patrol.
    (( KIN )) Open!
    (( DREAMS )) To be loved by everyone
    (( FEARS )) Being ignored, not being special, confrontation
    (( TALENTS )) Incredible at lying


    (( RELATIONSHIP STATUS )) Single
    (( CRUSH )) None yet
    (( MATE )) None yet
    (( OFFSPRING )) None yet


    (( PLOT IDEAS )) None yet
    (( ROLEPLAY SAMPLE )) Roleplay posts here
    (( THEME SONG )) Allison Crowe - Skeletons and Spirits
    (( OTHER )) [color=lightgray]She is prone to faking illness for attention and performs a shy, innocent persona and stutter around others. She will die before earning her warrior name.
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