Posts by Delusion

Character Name: Quickstep

Character Age: 21 Moons

Gender: Tom

Alliance:WindClan

Rank: Warrior

Appearance: Quickstep has a very distict appearance. For one thing, he happens to be impossibly tall. Compared to other warriors, he makes them look like litte apprentices. Another thing about him is his white fur and thin frame. From afar, it's easy to mistake him for a walking skeleton. The last thing about him is his pale ice blue eyes, which happen to have a rather cold and dull look to them even when he seems happy.

Personality: The thing about Quickstep is that he's as scary as he looks, he just doesn't act like it. When he's around other cats Quickstep acts sociable and charming, but when he's by himself he has many bitter remarks to tell his imaginary friend. Even in public he can't always hide his more antagonistic nature. A rather kind and cheerful comment could easily just be a sarcastic insult. Quickstep happens to be very in tune with his subconscious, who he turned into an imaginary friend he calls Dark. Since he'd rather hide his true self from others, he usually lets Dark be the one who dishes out the rude comments.

History: When Quickstep was born, he was named Longkit because of his long legs and body. Due to his strange appearance, Longkit was subject to a lot of ridicule. At one point, a rumor went around that he was some kind of evil creature that even some of the warriors started to believe. It took a few moons and cats with more common sense to convince the others that Longpaw was not going to rip out your soul while you sleep and drag it to the Place of No Stars. But those few moons did a number on his psyche and completely affected the way he viewed others; the change in thoughts ultimately created Dark. Longpaw had also become quite self-conscious about his looks, to the point of requesting the leader that his warrior name had nothing to do with his appearance. Thus, at his warrior ceremony, Longpaw became Quickstep. Not long after his warrior ceremony, a loner that had been wandering the Clans for quite a while began to take an interest in him. Quickstep was less than thrilled to say the least. Smiley, as the loner was called, was far from sane and very annoying. Quickstep often insulted Smiley and did not bother to hide his true self to him, which other warriors just passed off as him not liking loners. But the real reason that he “hated” Smiley was due to the fact that he was aware of his own failing sanity and was terrified of becoming like him.

Roleplay Sample {Required for first advanced bio}: Quickstep held completely still as he stared at the plump rabbit. He silently crept closer, trying to get a better shot at it. He held his ground for a few more seconds then shot forward, dust flying out from behind him. The rabbit followed the example of the larger creature, running like mad. Quickstep picked up his speed, his surroundings blurring around himself. The rabbit came closer, closer, closer…

Quickstep’s chest heaved in and out, blood dripping from his muzzle. The rabbit lay dead in a heap beside him. You almost lost it. Quickstep turned to glare at a cat hidden beneath shadow in an old fox den. You were distracted. Dark berated the warrior.

“I know full well what happened,” Quickstep snapped.

It was the kit, wasn’t it? The shadowed cat turned his head sideways in question, a feat barely noticeable in the darkness he resided. Quickstep looked up in surprise, before glaring at the nonexistent cat.

“So what if it was? I don’t even like kits, it’s not my fault he was being annoying,” Quickstep’s tailed flicked slightly.

But did you really have to yell at him? Besides, everyone likes kits! Dark chuckled to himself, as if remembering a funny joke. And if I like kits, that means you do too.

Quickstep’s muscles tensed.“I hate kits. End of story,” the white cat put in assertively.

Dark’s whiskers twitched in amusement. You’re such a liar. I know because… Dark leaned closer, somehow still immersed in shade. A ripple of uneasiness went through Quickstep’s spine. I love kits. A smirk formed on his muzzle.

“I hate kits, that’s all there is to it,” Quickstep merely shrugged, his voice flat. “I’m going back to hunting,” he turned away, “Goodbye, Dark.”

Dark gave one last smirk before disappearing. Goodbye, Quickstep.

Comments (optional): I'll be making Smiley's profile soon.

Quickstep inhaled deeply, the earthy scents of the forest seemed to overwhelm everything. As a WindClanner, it was probably wrong to say, but the cozy shelter of the trees wasn't as bad as other WindClanners brought it out to be. You're not supposed to be here. A teasing voice broke the silence. Quickstep turned to face the figure hidden in shadows.

"Certainly is nice here though," Quickstep put in calmly.

That it is, but it won't be so nice very soon. Quickstep turned to his nonexistent friend in curiousity. Dark responded by looking off to the side. Someone is coming.

'Foxdung! What is that she-cat doing here?' Quickstep's shoulders tensed in panic. He sucked in a deep breath. 'Alright, I've been in worse situations. I just need to figure out my tactic,' the tall warrior closed his eyes in thought, 'Got it.' His body relaxed as he put on a look of curiousity in the direction of the she-cat. "Pardon me," the tom called out, "But you seem to be in WindClan territory. Are you lost?"

Wonderful! Now she won't think you're a trespasser...She'll think you're a mousebrain. Dark remarked dryly.

"Better to be a mousebrain than an injured mousebrain," Quickstep muttered under his breath.

Character Name: Smiley

Character Age: 23 Moons

Gender: Tom

Alliance: Loner

Rank: N/A

Appearance: Smiley's most noticable feature is his his fluffy black fur, which has missing patches and many scars.

Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below; those are additional requirements):

Likes:
Visiting the Clans

Dislikes:
Dreary Colors

Strengths:
Pretty good with medicinal herbs

Weaknesses:

History (8 or more sentences):

Roleplay Sample {Required for first advanced bio}:

Comments (optional):

Hello, my WindClan tom Quickstep, would like to have an apprentice. He is charming, sociable, and can make you feel good about yourself no matter how sad you are. I hope you would be able to enjoy him as your mentor.

Bio: http://warriorcatsrpg.com/comp…ep-windclan-230857.0.html

"ThunderClan?" Quickstep pulled his head back in shock, he could hear Dark laughing in the background. He dumbly surveyed his surroundings. "Well would you look at that. It is ThunderClan!" He looked concerned for a moment, before letting out a purr of amusement. "I just get so deep in thought I can barely tell where I am. Since I didn't hunt or anything, hopefully you can forgive me," Quickstep bowed.

A look of real confusion came over him. "I tresspassed into your territory. I believe you have every right to be angry."

[OOC: I hope you don't mind if I join.]

Quickstep heaved out a sigh. At this point in time he was regretting trying to build up a reputation as a nice, helpful cat. Now he was stuck trying to find some harebrained kit who thought it was a good idea to wander off. His ears pricked when he heard voices and turned to the direction they were coming from. Quickstep recoiled when he saw not one, but three kits. 'Great StarClan! What are they, multiplying?' He thought in horror. He shook it off, pricking his ears to hear bits of the conversation. 'Taking them back to WindClan, huh? Well, let's see how this plays out.' Keeping his distance he followed the kits from behind.

My charming[size=5pt], psychopathic,[/size] and friendly WindClan warrior Quickstep could do with an apprentice. Do you think any of your WindClan apprentices would be interested?

Sounds cool, want me to start a thread?

Alright, I'll PM you when it's up.

'Where is that blasted apprentice? I told her to meet me at sunhigh and it will be sunhigh any moment.' the skeltal tom sulked. He was precariously close to the edge, his tail dangled over the side. Quickstep looked around impatiently and sighed. If having an apprentice didn't give me a better social appearance, I never would have agreed to this," Quickstep muttered aloud.

Think of it this way. Dark, the imaginary cat, was hidden among the bracken. Maybe we'll get lucky and she'll fall over the edge.

Quickstep chuckled, "If only."

Quickstep's whiskers twitched in amusement at the raging apprentice. "Well this should be interesting," he remarked silently to Dark, whom snickered quietly. The tall warrior immediately straightened up and called her over. "Hello Sunshine!" Quickstep put on his friendliest voice, "What's seems to be the problem?" His voice was riddled with concern he didn't really have. "Can I do anything to help?"

"Really?" Quickstep's voice was that of surprise. "My, my, touchy aren't we?" The skeletal warrior remained calm at the she-cat's outburst. "Then what, if I may ask, are you doing here?"

"Is it? Well, I might just feel that it is my duty as a Clan cat to alert ThunderClan that a tresspasser is on their territory," Quickstep calmly licked his paw. "Please? Won't you tell me? I promise I can keep a secret," his whiskers twitched with friendliness.

Quickstep hated kits. A harsh but true fact. The problem was, a kit couldn't hate you. If a kit hated you, it could mean the end of a reputation one worked so hard to uphold. As dimwitted and annoying as kits were, they were certainly useful. If a kit liked you, other cats would like you. They had a natural charisma like that, a charisma that Quickstep needed. Trying to ignore the horribly unsettling feeling in his chest, Quickstep padded over towards the nursery.

Quickstep looked disbelievingly at his apprentice. As a master of disguising his own emotions, it was easy to tell when others were faking theirs. Especially when the attempt was as amaturish as this. "If you say so. But on the minimal chance that you are upset," Quickstep's voice had a hint of coaxing to it, "Feel free to talk about. But for now, I'm going to teach you about patrolling."

Creeping closer, he couldn't help but chuckle quietly; kits were so oblivious before there training. Circling around the tiny furballs he stopped in front of them and wrapped his tail around his paws. "Well, well, well, Frostkit, there you are!" He plastered a look of surprise on his face, "You certainly had a lot of cats worried." He sounded concerned. Quickstep looked up in another bout of "surprise". "My oh my, who might your little friends be?"

"Rage, hmm? That's quite a powerful name you have there," Quickstep purred. "Me? That's a good question you have, can't always trust everyone. I'm one of the WindClan warriors," he bowed slightly, "But you may call me Quickstep." The tom let out another purr, trying to ignore the horrible tensing in his chest.

"Battle moves?" Quickstep laughed, "Sure I will. But I certainly hope were not going to be attacked anytime soon. Besides, it's doubtful someone would attack someone as pretty as you."