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Character Name: Onyxscream

Character Age: 34 moons

Gender: she-cat

Alliance: riverclan

Rank: warrior

Appearance:

A long legged she-cat, Onyxscream stands out from most Riverclan warriors. Her fur is the color of a starless night. She is a tall and lean warrior, with small paws and long tail to keep her balance. Her eyes are a shining blue, but there is nothing special about them. Just simple orbs that show no emotion. She has a scar from her left eye to her chin, framing the side of her face. her short fur does not do her well at hiding it, but she does not mind. her paws are white, as is the tip of her tail.

Personality:

Onxyscream is a simple enough she-cat to understand. She says what she wishes, when she wishes, and how she wishes to do so. No warrior, tom or she-cat, intimadates her, or at least, none that she has met. She has a strong heart and sharp mind, always quick to respond to any comment with a smart remark. She is not easily angered, and is almost always calm. Her voice is soft and smooth at normal, but when she gets mad it has a certain coldness to it. When she is angered, her tongue forgets it's place and often times she says things that do not need to be said. She is an excellent hunter, but does not enjoy fighting. Not that she can't, just that if she doesn't have to, she won't. She hates to hurt others, and will do anything in her power not to. For this reason, she finds it hard to say no to those she loves and cares about. A stranger now, that's a different story. She's a cautious she-cat, and with good reason to be. Onxyscream refuses to be someones pet, and is always the leader in a group. Or she tries to be. She will gladly let someone make their own mistakes, though. She believes mistakes are the only way a cat can learn. You can tell them over and over and over again, but in the end they will only believe you until they experience it themselves.

---Likes (at least 3): hunting, water, storms, and playing mind games.

--- Dislikes (at least 3): She hates toms that think that they are the best thing a she-cat has laid her eyes upon. She also hates Windclan cats (because she looks like one), and flowers. She has this irrationally fear that flowers will someday take over the world with their petals.

---Strengths (No MORE than 5): being a smartly, hunting, loving her friends, helping those in need

---Weaknesses (At least 3): she doesn't do well with the oppsite sex, snow, would rather talk than fight, and fighting a cat bigger than her

History (8 or more sentences):

As a kit, Onyxscream was a wonderful she-cat. Her mother and father loved each other and her and her sibling. She only had one littermate, her sister. Her sister and her were never close, but she didn't mind. Her sister, Ravenkit, was always one to whine and could never be pleased. Onyxscream grew tired of her sister's constant complaints, but never said anything bad about her. She loved her sister, regardless of the black kit's faults. When they became apprentices, Ravenpaw became more intrested in Starclan than was scary. She would ask questions about where you would go if you didn't go to Starclan, and such silly, demonic questions. She would ask them out in the open, as if not ashamed of what she was implying. The look in her dark blue eyes grew harder with each day, and Onyxscream was getting quite worried. She went to tell mother and father one day about their daughter, but could not find them. She went out in the territories and attempted to locate her parents, but could not. When she was almost back to camp, Ravenpaw was awaiting her. She demanded to know where she had been, but Ravenpaw only smiled and said that their parents had taken a vacation, and would never return. Her own sister tackled her to the ground, and Onyxscream made no move to fight back. Her sister had her on her stomach, and her face was close that Onxyscream could feel her sister's breath on her cheek. Her sister told her she would let her live, but only because she had done nothing wrong, not because she loved her. She was about to get off her when her sister suddenly tore her claw into the side of face and made the scar from her eye to her chin. "So you will never forget me." her sister's cold voice had whispered as she left. The hardest part was explaining everything to the clan. The rest of Onxyscream's life was uneventful. She became a warrior, friends came and go, nothing worth remembering in her past. She never did find out what happened to her parents, and she never did know where Ravenpaw went off to.

Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio):

A gentle sounding of paw steps echoed off the rocks in the river. A lean black she-cat jumped gracefully from rock to rock. If she wasn't moving, no one would be able to see her on this starless night. If not for her white paws and tip of her tail, she would be engulfed by the shadows. She feared the shadows. She feared she would never come back out if they drug her in. She truly believed the shadows had gotten to her sister, but she never spoke the accusation aloud. Her worst fears would hopefully never be confirmed because she would hopefully never see her sister again. She silently wished her dead, but she knew this was probably wrong. Her sister was a fighter at heart, and even her mentor had a hard time teaching her things she did not know. She had not been cocky with her fighting, but was patient. She took the time to figure out the weakness in her opponent, and waited for them to make a mistake. Or at least, that was how she was. The ebony she-cat had not seen her sister in over 26 moons.

Not that she missed her any.

Onxyscream of Riverclan jumped silently ashore. Her paws sunk into the wet sand and she quickly jumped onto solid ground, shaking the sand from her paws. How she hated sand. She continued to walk close to the bank, but not so close she was in the sand. Her eyes searched the water for any signs of movement. After a while of scouring the water, her eyes locked on what she had been looking for. She made her way to the water's edge, her mind too intent on not messing this up to notice the sticky sand making its way between her claws. She made an easy jump, at least to her with her long legs, to a rock close to the center of the river. Her eyes kept watch on the almost unnoticeable movement beneath the water. Patiently she waited by the water for her prey to come to her. As the fish made it's way unknowingly into her trap, her paw scooped down into the water and back up again with a fish skewered on her claws. She smiled as she hit the head on the rock, instantly killing the thrashing creature. She put it in her mouth, and with no more worries of her sister and parents she walked back to camp a satisfied warrior.

Comments (optional): none.

Character Name:
screechingheart (nickname: screech)

Gender: female

Clan: River

Rank(CANNOT be leader, deputy or medicine cat/med apprentice unless you are making up their clan/tribe): Warrior

Appearance(Must look realistic--NO RED EYES!): the agile black she-cat named screechingheart is as mysterious looking as her personality. she has long, strong legs with a lean body. her coat is full and thick, but sheds the water easily. she has yellow eyes that never stay in one place too long. the top of her right ear is nicked, and a piece is missing. she has a long scar going from her right ear to the bottom of her chin. her tail is long a thick. if she doesn't tend to it, it looks like a giant fuzzball. she tries to keep it nice and smooth, however. her claws are always out, but for other reasons other than to be cautious.

Personality:
Screech is a tough little she-cat. She says little, but when she does she says it loud and proud. she's opinionated, but not aloud. she keeps things to herself, always thinking but almost never speaking. she walks with her head high, and always thinks of herself as nothing more than a pawn in the grand scheme of things. she's cold hearted, but is capable of loving and caring all the same. she's strict, on herself, and believes she will never let herself fall into a passionate love. she believes in playing games. she believes everyone lies, including herself, and never trusts. she refuses to associate with any other clan, believing that only hers is the right, true one. she thinks all others are puny, or rather, unfaithful, dishonest, and ruthless. she is complicated, in every way, but to herself she is simple. don't back stab her, to lie to her, because above all else she hates being lied to, and never insult her and she has no problem with you. no matter your past, background, or previous endeavors, she accepts everyone for who they are. Screechingheart loves to swim in the water, but only in the moonlight. She loves to be alone, to think and ponder with only the power of the water to accompany her.

History(Not needed): Screechingheart was born to a fatherless family with only one brother to love her truly. her mother fled when they became apprentices, leaving them all to themselves. her brother was the opposite of her, a sociable and handsome young fellow. he was always getting the attention while she lived in his glorified shadows. she did not mind, however, as most would seem. she studied fighting and tactics and strategies while he goofed around with apprentices of the opposite sex. he became an egocentric jerk, but he was her brother and she loved him all the same. they grew to be warriors, with their lives slowly growing apart. she was known as a freak while he was known as a star. she sulked alone, with perfect content, while he lived in the limelight. he was a great fighter and a great hunter. Screech continued to study every way she could, still taking lessons from her mentor who was more than happy to oblige. one day, she challenged her brother to a duel in front of all his friends. with the gleam of satisfaction, he accepted, sure he could beat her. they fought for hours. she would keep her distance, dodging his attacks. when she would strike, she would strike quickly and then retreat. she was wearing him out. the battle was enchanting though. it kept an uncertainty hanging in the air. when he was getting tired, she struck. she leaped into the air and brought both front paws down on his back. he was severally injured, but managed to catch her face with a claw. blood trickled into her eyes but that only added to her Adrenalin. she leaped at him and pinned him to the ground, and he had not the strength to get up. she let him up, the obvious winner. his friends were laughing, jeering at him, and he couldn't take it. he ran away and never came back. her talent now apparent, many tried to be her friend, to put her in the spotlight, but she refused. she retreated back to her seclusion hole, and has stayed there ever since, never forgiving herself for what she unintentionally did

I have Screechingheart of Riverclan looking for a mate. here is her bio. i know its not advanced, i forgot to put it as one. but i am capabale of advanced roleplay, and will be glad to post a sample if needed.

i don't have a plot in mind, but the tom must be from riverclan. that is my only requirement.

anywho, I would love for her to find someone to make her happy, even if its not at first.

yes, she does want kits. and do mind posting an example of your roleplaying with him, please? sorry, it was my fault for not asking for it orginally. if you like, i can also post a sample with her too.(: i just want to make sure he's the right one for my first character on here.

I would love to have Featherkit. I know I'm new here, but I've roleplayed on many sites before this. I'm capable of advanced roleplay, and would love to have some people to roleplay with since i'm new here.

Soo, I posted her bio, and then my computer messed up, and I thought it didn't post, but it did, so guess what!! Onxyscream is on the market peeps!(:

here is her bio.(: have fun reading that monster.

anywhoo, here is what I want:

[li]He has to be in one of the four main clans, or a loner/rogue[/li]
[li]He has to have a backbone; she can't run over him/he can't be her slave[/li]
[li]I would prefer that he has a temper too, but this is not nesscary[/li]
[li]I would prefer him not to be egocentric or arrogant, but again, this is not nesscary.[/li]
[li]He MUST have some type of understanding/sense of humor. Otherwise I doubt it would work.[/li]

and that's all my requirements for the male to have. I know it seems kind of.. strict, perhaps? but I just know what I want. I have something pretty cool in mind.

I'm not going to have some type of form you have to post in, just post however you like. please, just have their name, clan, a good but brief description of their personality and whatever you feel like I need to know.(:

He sounds awesome! I was thinking they could meet acciently somehow and like have a conversation then leave and have a couple more meetings before they actually start like each other.(: because i love the awkward friend stage. if that's okay with you. of course, i'm open to ideas.

Character Name: Polarlight

Character Age: 34 moons

Gender: Male

Alliance: Shadowclan

Rank: Warrior

Appearance (6 or more sentences):
Polarlight is a slender tom. His coat is white with patches of a tabby brown color. His coat is short, but not wiry. He has strong, muscular legs and long, sharp claws. Though the tom is white, he is not blinding white. He's average, not easily picked out from a crowd. His ear are brown, as well as the tip of his tail and several large patches along his flanks. His eyes are brown and have a reflugent glow to them. The tom has a long body, muscular body. Many scars cover his flank and back, but he's not ashamed of them. He wears them with pride. His fangs are particularly sharp, but not noticeable unless looked at specifically.

Personality:
Polarlight is a rather easygoing tom. He just likes to go with the flow, letting the current of life taking him wherever it pleases. He doesn't have much of a temper, and is extremely paitent. He doesn't mind fighting, and in fact rather enjoys it, but only if there is a reason - a good one - behind it. He would much rather lay in a field of flowers than fight someone, though. He believes words are always the first resort. The second is tearing throats. He cares for every living thing, and hates to see it suffer. For that exact reason, he almost never hunts, unless specifically asked of course. His greatest strength, his natural love for everyone, is his biggest weakness. He can't say no, to anyone, and he is always trying to make others happy before himself. Even if that means it puts him in misery, as long as they are happy that is all that matters to him.

---Likes (at least 3): Flowers, making others happy, and fighting

--- Dislikes (at least 3): Hunting (with a passion), storms, and evil cats

---Strengths (No MORE than 5): Fighter, cares alot, loves nauturally, and is easygoing

---Weaknesses (At least 3): Loves naturally, can't say no, hates the harming of any living unless there's a reason, and can't stand to be around egocerntic, arrogant males

History (8 or more sentences):
Polarlight had a relatively wonderful past. His mother left the clan when he was young; he barely remembers her. His father stayed with him for as long as he could, but was extremely sick and ended up dying when he was an apprentice. Other than that, he loved his life. He has no regrets, no skeletons in the closest. All the scars he has is from the battles he was in when he was an apprentice and warrior. He has never loved a she-cat, at least enough for her to be his mate. He was a rather secluded as an apprentice, but not by choice. Others excluded him because he was the "hippie" of the group and unlike most shadowclan cats. He doesn't seem to mind, though.

Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio): not my first.

Comments (optional): ---

i like the whole battle thing.(: so should it be a battle just between them? like one of them accidently crossees the border (or intentionally) and the other starts a fight? or what did you have in mind?

i dont think we can do that.

idk, it doesn't matter.(:

I normally post a couple paragraphs. and i'm sorry, but that's more of what I'm looking for. And that sounds super snobby, and i'm sorry. I don't mean to be.

alright(: we'll give it a try. do you want me to start the thread?

Yeahh sorry about that(: I don't like using capital letters when I roleplay, or write, or text, or really anything at all. Sometimes I forget.

the she-cat moved silently through the trees. her pawsteps were light, like a feather she floated through the territory of her clan. her coat blended into the starless night making her nearly invisible to the untrained eye. but everyone's eye was trained here. she was careful and cautious, always checking her behind to make sure the footsteps she heard were just in her head. the she-cat warrior kept a steady pace, not fast or slow for she traveled far upstream the river. the ground beneath her paws gave way to sand of the riverbank. the waters lapped at her paws. it was cold, but she didn't mind much. she had somewhere she needed to be. she had somewhere important to go. this couldn't wait, and she didn't care what anyone else would think.

her paws brought her to a hault and her icy glare scanned the area. no one was around. she jumped to a rock in the middle of the river, flying gracefully through the air. lightning flashed as she jumped, illuminating her ebony fur. for a split second she was visible, but then fell back into the abyss as the light died. she landed smoothly on the rock, her tail twitching in fear. "Ravenpaw. Come out." her elgant voice whispered the name of her sister well. she looked around her, watching for any signs of the once apprentice of Riverclan. "Angelica is my name now sister." Onyxscream whipped around to meet the yellow eyes of her sister on the other side of the bank. they were just as demonic as she remembered them being. "Well, Angelica, why did you send for me?" Her sister smiled, showing her gleaming white fangs. "Don't you want to know what happened to mother and father?" Her voice held a certain sinister laughter to it. "Let me show you!" she screeched suddenly and leaped at Onyxscream, her paws outstreched and prepared to meet with her sister's face in a matter of seconds.

it was then that Onyx awoke. she stood up suddenly on the very rock where her dream had taken place. sweat dripped from her brow. her blue eyes were wide and fear emanated from them. she must have fall asleep during the day earlier. now darkness had engulfed the sun and the only think that lit the sky was the lightning in the distance. the she-cat tilted her head to the blank heavens and whispered, "Oh starclan, why do you torture me so?"

[justify][color=black]screeching{HEART}

with silent footsteps the she-cat tredded among the trees. her ebony coat blended into the background well, but the moonlight reflected off it when she stepped into a patch of light. she did not care about stealth tonight, though. she was not hunting, merely out for a simple stroll. she enjoyed the night, it was favorite time of day. her love for it was not satanic, rather intimate. she was not some type weird she-cat, she just simply loved the night. that was not strange, not to her anyways. the young she-cat stopped suddenly behind a tree and leaned against it. she was out of breath. her pace had quickened into a runa nd she hadn't realized it.

she decided to stay there for a while, with complete silence around her. she listened to the silence, rejoycing in its loudness. she laid down, her paws folded neatly under her. she laid her head to rest of a bed of leaves, but did not close her eyes. her ears stayed viligent and twiched every which way. she didn't like being snuck up on. she stayed alret and tense, ready for anything that might happen.

she let her mind wander around her thoughts and memories. she let it ponder upon past battles and past regrets. it was inevitable, but it came sooner than later. the thought of her brother and the battle they shared that destroyed him. she did unintentionally, she promised herself she did. but somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she didn't. she knew she was jealous somewhere within the casams of her heart. she knew that for once in her life she actually loved someone and then drove them away. maybe she was a horrible warrior.[/justify]

here is the thread.

Polarlight (who's bio is here) would love to train an apprentice. Male or female, nice or mean, anyone really.

I don't have any requirements... at least none that I can think of right now. Oh, I only ask that you be able to at least post a paragraph. because that/a little longer is my normal post and prefer to have the same ability as my partner.(:

[justify]screeching{HEART}

the she-cat heard him coming, and was not surprised to see him there. the young tom warrior was her friend, well, as close as a friend that she could have at least. they talked sometimes, casually, but he knew only what the clan had spread about her past. her yellow eyes peered at him as he approached her. ""Hey, Screech." his voice flowed through the air, whispering her nickname in the air. "Do you want to go hunting with me?" ah, the age old question. they were not far from the river, but far enough way to where the river's noise was just a background noise.

she tilted her toward him and sat up. she curled her tail upwards and smoothed down the long furred fuzzball. "I'd love to Tigerpelt. You know I always enjoy your company." she purred elgantly. she stood, brushing her tail accidently against his chest. "Oh, i'm sorry." she shyly whispered the words. she started ahead, leading him to the river at a jogging pace.[/justify]

[justify]screeching{HEART}

the warrior run at a steady pace far away from the tragic event that had just happened. the fox had attacked her, and she felt small amounts of blood dripping from her side. however, she did not slow. she just kept running with her friend. all thoughts of her brother cast aside, the only thing on her mind was the fact that she could've died, but was still here. her lovely coat was now tattered and worn.

soon they found themselves at a cave. she regonized nothing about this place, but that didn't mean much. when Tigerpelt suggested they go in, she gladly accepted. she went inside and licked her side where she concealed a small scratch. "at least we'll be dry in here." she purred causually.[/justify]