Posts by pws4rsy

Hello, this is a friend of Phantasmagorical Wolf, could you please shoot me a link to the sign up page?

Character Name/Gender;; Sprucefall, male
Appearance ;; A tom on the slightly larger side, his pelt shines silvery and his eyes are bright green, which causes him to not be the best cat at hiding. The tabby has so much fluff around him that he appears to be a fat kittypet, having overeaten on twoleg food, but when he gets wet his loner and clan heritage is clear. This fluff is especially clear around his face and paws, which makes them, along with him in general, bigger than they actually are. Dark markings accent his face, making him look like a fluffy silver tiger. His pink nose is crossed by a scar, the only scar he has visible to other cats because of his extreme fluff.
Personality ;; He despises when anything changes. He hates to move from place to place, although he did that for a long time. He takes an incredibly long time to get to know and warm up to other cats, but once he does he is the cat who will crack the quietly worded joke at the expense of the most extroverted cat in the clan. He is extremely clumsy when it comes to everyday life, but when he hunts that clumsiness goes away and he becomes the mediocre (not great, but can definitely catch enough to feed himself and half a kit) hunter that he is.
Kin;; N/A
Crush/Mate;;Open
History;; He traveled for most of his life as a loner with his mother, even though he hates change, because she wanted to. When they reached the twolegplace, she decided to settle down, an idea he liked at first. But then he realized that he despised the twolegplace even more than he did change, and so left to travel more. His mother did not come with him, as she had found a kittypet mate. He realized in his travels that being alone drove him crazy, as well, and so as soon as he came across Oakclan's scent markers he got excited. He then appealed to Crowstar, hoping to join the clan, and was granted entrance. He has lived with the clan somewhat happily and gained his warrior title (he was four seasons old when he came and so was apprenticed for a short period of time) in the four seasons since.
Desired Rank;;Warrior
Sample of your RP abilities;; Her paws pinwheeled above the ground, which seemed to shift as she propelled herself forward. An instant before her forepaws would hit the ground, the forest floor shifted and became slightly farther away, as far as she could tell. Running in this state was most difficult, as it took all the effort she had left in her. Her muzzle was angled to the ground, watching it, staring it down in hopes it would no longer shift unexpectedly. It didn't work. Her brown speckled muzzle then lifted, looking ahead of her, and she realized she was almost to her destination. Her paws twisted and she fell to one side, still staring ahead at her destination. The world around her slowly faded out into a nondescript grayish color and her muzzle relaxes, resting on an oakleaf stationed on the forest floor.
Do you understand that this is a semi-advanced rp & you mustn't begin RP until approved?;;Oui
Screen Name;;Samora Michelle/ Paws
Other;; he's eight seasons old and is "adorkable" (in the words of Phantasmogorial Wolf)

Thanks for accepting me!

Could I have a recap of current events? Sorry, I'm new to Oakclan.

May I adopt Scarletta of the Shadow Thieves?

The midmorning-light hit Sprucefall's eyes offensively, causing him to fall from his precarious branch. Though it was only a few feet off the ground, his impact let the blackbird he was pursuing get away. This was incredibly frustrating for him, as he had been trying and trying to get a bird all morning (he had gotten up at the same time as the dawn patrol), to no avail. Several moons ago, when he had joined the clan, he had been beyond the apprentice age, and so hadn't had any hunting or fighting training. Having been trained in the warrior code upon arrival, but no hunting, all these bird-catching failures were making him think a hunting education in the clans was worth more than being taught by a loner-for-life mother. Maybe he'll catch the next bird...