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Thank you Tropical.

I didn't realise they were going to be picked so soon, otherwise I would have finished Runningstorm's app up quicker.

I'll scurry off and make his bio and get it accepted by today for you.

So, so, so sorry I didn't finish it all though (I feel bad)

But thank you for the position and I'll have his app finished by tonight and PM you the link so you can have a look at it.

Character Name: Runningstorm
Character Age: 14 moons. [1 year & 2 months old I believe.]
Gender: Tom
Alliance: ThunderClan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance (6 or more sentences): One of the most mesmerising features on this cat is his coat pattern and colour, the white spotting gene has been imported into this cat by the Bicolour American Shorthair. The white spotting gene also interacts with the Siamese gene and overlays on top of the pointing which pushes out the dark gene caused by the Siamese gene to produce the white markings on his face, limbs and chest. His colouration does make him a stunning cat, a delight for on lookers. The majority of his coat colouring is a coffee stained brown, fading to white towards his chest. His hindquarters darken while a rich chocolate brown stains his lengthy tail. His legs also darken, the dew claw is the only part which becomes a chocolate brown while his paws abruptly fade into a snowy white. His claws are easily hidden, they too are a glistening white, underneath his soft white toes. As for his head, which is a muddle of colours, it could be described as a modified wedge, or similar to an equilateral triangle. His ears are somewhat wide and large, painted in the same rich chocolate brown to the rest of his points. The markings around his eyes are similar to the sterotyped burglar, light in colour closer to his eyes and darkening as it spirals outwards. His oval eyes are piercing blue, appearing icy cold and perculiar. His pink nose is nicely complimented against the soft white around his muzzle and chin, which leads down towards his snowy white chest. This tom has, what some Twoleg's may call, a "semi-foreign shape", however his body is muscular supposed to the cobby build similar to a Persian. Due to his coat being somewhat short his muscles are fairly visible, an on looker would easily be able to see the muscles roll choppily down his frame with every movement. His pelt in general is silky smooth, almost velvet to the touch. He isn't an extraordinary large cat, he is of an average male height and length.
Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below; those are additional requirements): He'd do anything for his Clan, be it dying, suffering, caring, or leaving. Not only does he see his Clan as his home but he also see's the cats' within the Clan as his family, his friends, his co-workers, and his life. The Clan basically revolves around his life, never once does he stop thinking about whether they are in danger, or whether the freshkill pile needs more adding to it. Some may say he worries too much about his Clan, often saying that they can handle life without him for a few minutes without his involvement. But this tom cat has a problem with letting go, he doesn't trust other cats to do jobs correctly or to perfection. However cats' usually do the jobs correctly, finishing it to perfection but he always looks for anything which isn't completed the way he likes it. He has been called a control freak because of his constant need to take control of situations, he always makes sure he over see's the jobs are done to perfection. This cat always has to make sure everything is put back correctly, to the right angle and inch, otherwise he'd quite happily go over someone else's handy work just to make sure a twig hasn't been put out of place. A few cats have even accused him of doing these good deeds because he wishes to become deputy one day, however this tom doesn't care about becoming a superior because it is the love he has for his Clan that pushes him to do the things he does. It would tear him apart if something were to go wrong because he had handed a task over to another cat, he'd see himself as a useless failure who had risked putting his Clan in danger, even if it were over something as miniscule as a twig. But if he were to be proven wrong that would also ruin him, he'd rather something go wrong for another cat than have himself humiliated by being proven wrong, even if it were over a stupid debate. However if a cat were to lie about something, even if were over a debate, he'd throw away their friendship and see it as a serious offence on their behalf. He doesn't and could never understand why, or even how, someone could easily lie just to make themselves look good or to get out of a sticky situation. Liars is something this tom cat can't gel with, it angers him to think there are many cats out there who are quite happy to lie through their teeth. His love for his Clan also makes this cat stick like glue to the Warrior Code, he practically worships it. He see's as going against the Warrior Code as going against his own Clan, which is something that he can't imagine doing. Perhaps because he is very Clan proud that it has made it very difficult for him to come to terms that doing things outside of the box may in fact be for the greater good. Despite doing anything and everything for his Clan he also enjoys going for forest walks alone, this is one of his only enjoyments that he hates to share with others. He'd prefer to listen to the gusty wind or the twitter of birds over head rather than whining cats' talking about their patrols or another feline they have a crush on. However even when he is alone he is always on edge, making sure he hasn't crossed the border in case his Clan need him. It worries him to think of crossing the border, he'd hate himself to his dying days if something were to happen to the Clan and he wasn't there to help prevent it. A few have called this Agoraphobia but he insists that he doesn't have a problem, refusing to believe that he is scared of a border.
---Likes (at least 3):
* Likes doing anything for his Clan, he would die to protect every cat within the Clan. He doesn't do what his does for his Clan because he wishes to become deputy, he does it because of his love for the Clan.
* Likes taking control of situations, it worries him if another cat were to take control and he couldn't do anything about it. His lack of trust has made it an issue for him being able to cope with cats doing things he would rather do himself, he'd rather perfect it rather than another cat doing it because they have been asked or wish to prove themselves. Some would maybe call this tom a bit of a control freak.
* Likes forest walks but only when he is alone, he enjoys his own company and would rather do things by himself rather than in a group. He isn't an anti-social cat but his lack of confidence in other cats makes him doubt their ability to do anything.
* Likes staying within his own borders, he loves the idea of never leaving his territory again. Some may call it a condition but he calls it an ever lasting love for his Clan. It worries him slightly to even put one paw over the border but that never tends to happen.
--- Dislikes (at least 3):
* Dislikes liars, he finds it hard to trust cats as it is but if he were to find out a cat was lying to him he would end their friendship with them. He can't understand liars, often wondering what their intensions are as well as what has caused them to lie to him.
* Dislikes being wrong, he can never accept being put in his place for a disagreement or being proven wrong, he would deem himself as being uncapable of doing something as well as seeing himself as a failure.
* Dislikes anything going wrong or being put back in the wrong place. Perhaps because he works hard for his Clan he can't stand it when a twig is out of place or the freshkill pile has decreased in size. Maybe this has made him a control freak?
* Dislikes going against the Warrior Code, he knows there is a code for a reason and would see going against the code as going against his own Clan. This tom is very Clan proud and would die to save his Clan, the thought of going against the rules laid out before him makes him a bitter and sour cat.
---Strengths (No MORE than 5):
* Perfectionist - Due to his constant will to perfect things this does come in handy from time to time. Because of his disorder he always double checks everything, always makes sure everything is put back exactly where it was from and always makes sure the job is done correctly.
* Strength - Due to his muscular conformation it has enabled this tom to excel during battles. His strength has made it easier for him to overpower opponents as well as tackle more than one.
* Loyalty - Due to his loyalty this cat never turns away from a battle or leaves his friends and loved ones in danger. However if a cat were to ever go against him then he'd be more than happy to go against them and leave them in the face of danger.
---Weaknesses (At least 3):
* Perfectionist - Due to his constant will to perfect everything this can also have its downside. If something was not put back correctly, and he was in danger, he'd rather make sure everything was exactly the way it was. His disorder has made it difficult for him to be around other cats were are trying to do things in a hurry, he'd scurry after them and make sure the object they touched was put back without an inch out of place.
* Colouration - Due to his unusual colouration it does make it difficult for this tom to hide well undercover. His creamy pelt often sticks out like a sore thumb against green shrubs, enabling enemies to easily detect him.
* Agoraphobia - Due to his unwillingness to step over the border, some may call this Agoraphobia. It worries him to think of leaving his Clan behind, just in case they need him. It would be similar to having his gut ripped out if he were to come back and find his Clan dead, he would see that as his fault because he had left them. This could prove a problem if he had to step over the border, he'd struggle and try and find any excuse not to leave.
History (8 or more sentences): Runningstorm could easily be described as a very lucky cat, having narrowly escaped death from his sadistic father, while others may believe he was deprieved of his kithood. However Runningstorm doesn't really think about his life before ThunderClan, he chose to blank everything out and claimed that he was too young to remember the events that happened within the Twoleg nest he was born in. Of course the tom does remember, he can never help but wonder why his father had killed his mother and siblings but he doesn't feel sad or angry about it but confused instead. Perhaps this is because he was too young to fully remember how the event unfolded and simply see's it as a mistake? Maybe it is an excuse for him to refuse to believe he is the son of a murderous scum bag? After the murder he and his brother escaped the Twoleg nest, quickly using the half opened back door to slide under in a desperate attempt to flee their hostile father. Runningstorm doesn't even know to this day why their father had only killed the females of the family, sparing the lives of his only two son's. The tom doesn't even know if their father was chasing them but he continues to presume that he was, otherwise he believes he had no excuse to leave behind his kithood. Of course Runningstorm was blinded by fear after seeing the death of his mother and siblings, upon entering a forest the two young tom cat's were lost and frightened. The young tom could only presume that he was soon going to be as dead as his family, now realising that the chance of survival was miniscule. Their father had given up on the chase shortly after they left the nest, or so Runningstorm believed, perhaps if he had noticed sooner then maybe he'd be in a different place than he is now. However he wouldn't complain, the new life he leads now is a loyal one. All the scents, noises, and creatures were new to Runningstorm, he had never before seen life beyond the walls of his Twoleg nest, and it scared him. The forest was a large, scary place filled with new things that he couldn't even comprehend. He knew nothing of borders and Clan cats', the only cats' he had ever seen were his parents and siblings. Luckily enough the two brother's were found on the border of ThunderClan, a patrol happened to find them and brought them back to the leader. The young cat, who had never before see Clan cats', presumed that his life would end by being food for them, not even stopping to think that the majority of cats aren't cannibals and would have killed them because they smelt different. However the leader questioned them both, Runningstorm remained silent and claimed to have forgotten everything. The brother's were given a foster mother, who cared and doted on them, and eventually they became apprentice's and finally warriors. Runningstorm has never looked back since, his life within the Clan is a happy one. He has been made to feel welcome amongst the Clan cats, feeling as if he has been a ThunderClan cat since birth. Unlike his brother, Soaringeagle, Runningstorm has felt accepted by the Clan cats ever since kithood, unable to fathom what has made his brother think otherwise.
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Sloppypi

I've got a small plot idea that may take your interest. I have my she-cat, Sooleawa, who despises tom's but she'd hate to be apart of a Clan. She'd hate being tied down and having to do as she was told. That life just wouldn't suit her, she'd want her freedom, however she is a very manipulative cat who always loves to get her own way. My basic idea is that maybe she becomes apart of Cleo's group because of her past, however Sooleawa has other ideas and tries to turn cats against Cleo (and any other superior who might get in the way) because she has always wanted to control a small group of cats for herself. Maybe this ends with Sooleawa being turned away from the group or something?

I haven't really thought about it in great detail but a basic idea came to me that I thought I'd share and get your opinion on.

That would be awesome!

I don't know what I want to happen to her yet, once Cleo finds out, but I love the idea of Cleo trusting her.

Maybe I'll have Sooleawa as a Huntress during her stay with Cleo's group, just to give her some cover up so that it doesn't appear she is going against Cleo.

Username: Maniacal Monty
Cat's name: Sooleawa
Appearance: Silver tipped blue with green eyes.
Personality: Manipulating.
Age: 4
Rank: Huntress
Activity: 8/10
Rp sample: 'The huntress, a she-cat who plays a role within the hunt. But what am I hunting for? I sometimes wonder but now I am so sure, I must allow my adrenaline vein to be pumped with the finest of syrups. I don't care whether it is the emotion of a terrified kit, scared half to death by my endless taunts, which is also constantly being manipulated into causing themselves discomfort. Nor do I care if it is the copper tang of blood dripping from my fangs after lunging for another cats jugular. I am the huntress who is seeking for their prey.'
Sooleawa, a beautiful and elegant she-cat with a tongue full of lies and deceit, was grooming herself with care. One dainty paw fell across her face, sliding smoothly down the bridge of her nose, before being swiped across her tongue for another load of saliva. Her luminous green eyes were merely slits, currently unnoticeable by her moving paw. Her pink tongue lapped around her jaws, a look of satisfaction was now plastered upon her facade.

Sooleawa wrapped her tail neatly over her forepaws, occasionally it would twitch whenever a bird flittered over head. The chattering sound of her jaws would often jitter whenever a pesky bird came too close for their own good. Luckily enough the bird was safe for now, Sooleawa didn't plan on hunting the feathered parasite after she had taken such time and care into grooming her silver tipped blue pelt. The she-cat was of one solid colour, and that was blue, no other colour marked her pelt but the contrast of her striking green eyes and shiny blue pelt complimented each other. Sooleawa wasn't a small cat but she appeared bigger than she truly was, her semi-cobby build gave her a compact and muscular appearance that appeared to one lookers as if she was the average height of a tom. However Sooleawa was the standard heigh for a female cat but her average conformation was often misleading. The she-cat tilted her head to one side, a small sigh was emitted from her parted jaws, before she straightened herself up and rose to her paws. The feathered critter flew away almost instantaneously, perching themselves within a tree and twittering down to Sooleawa in contempt. The she-cat ignored the rude behaviour, turned her rump on the bird, and held her tail high with elegance before strutting off towards a small clearing.

Sooleawa had made camp within this desolated location for the past few nights, unable to make herself interact with other felines for the time being. But now she had to feed her hunger once again, she needed to pressurise another cat into doing things for her, making her feel superior and important. This was something she done on a regular basis but one thing she hadn't done for a while was pretend to love another. One of her favourite hobbies was leading a tom up the garden path, making them think she loves them, before breaking their heart and embarrassing them. She loved to cause others discomfort and pain, but something she longed for was another cat to do her dirty little deeds for her. She hated to get her paws bloody, if she was able to get another cat to do it then she was more than happy. For now though she was more than content to do it herself until another cat, of similar mentality to her, came along. She pondered for a while, wondering where to go to and what type of cat to cause havoc on.
'A little she-cat would take my fancy now,' She thought. 'A cat from a Clan would be more than ideal. If I could turn them against their Clan that would be tasty and perfect.'

She lowered her cranium until her nose touched the crystal clear water, her crimson tongue grazed the top of the shimmering water and watched as it rippled in front of her. The clearing she had entered was magnificent with a small stream running smoothly through the middle, an old oak tree stood to the side with tiny acorns scattered around the trunk. The clearing was somewhat enclosed, easily misable if you weren't looking for it. Sooleawa had been lucky enough to find it, during a night when she was being chased by a rabid dog she took cover beneath a holly bush and came out on the other side to find this clearing. She liked to think of this as her little slice of StarClan, a peaceful clearing for her eyes only.
'I may not have a home but this is the closest thing I have to call one,' She thought contently. 'The peace and quiet, the solitude, is something I'd never change or wish to share with another feline.'

Okie dokie, thank you =]

Hey Mistycreek,

Welcome to WCRPG!

If you have any questions, wish to chat or RP send me a PM and I'll gladly help =]

Maniacal Monty

Hey Spacey,

Welcome to WCRPG!

If you have any questions, wish to chat or RP send me a PM and I'll gladly help =]

Maniacal Monty

I love how much you have thought about it, an example being the Bullets (sort of like tuxedo cats with the suit) being body guards etc.

I'm thinking of making a tom as Junk, but I'm going to book mark this page and maybe make a cat later =]

I thought I'd post saying I love the idea though =]

Buckl

Username:montz(the one you log in with)