Posts by FuryFangs

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    Why hello there fellow warriors roleplay fans.


    My name is FuryFangs (around the web I'm known as ThornClaw/KajiAkuma but someone has TC already :/). I come from many forums (wolves or cats) and chatland sites, mainly CatsPawIsland. I seek for fun, active and exciting RP forum which this seems exactly like so. I'm very expirence at roleplaying and been doing it for many years so I apologize if I use words like appendages, banner, cranium, apex, talons etc. its just I'm so use to it.
    I'm prepared to start a new life on here and cannot wait to begin!

    Character Name: Furyfangs


    Character Age: 7moons


    Gender: Tom (male)


    Alliance: None


    Rank: Rouge (for now)


    Appearance (6 or more sentences):
    Furyfangs is a massive and muscular tom with blazing orange pelt and big grey spots among his body. He has black paws, undercoat, muzzle, inside ears and tail. Scars are scattered across his torso and a few on his appendages. He has soft lime green eyes that can turn quickly to a foggy, emotionless, deathchilling gaze. He has a big gash on his left hind leg that cannot heal.


    [img width=510 height=309]http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs7…_by_kajiakuma-d4g33pg.png[/img]


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


    Furyfangs is a confusing creature to understand. He has a sadistic theme to him and enjoys fighting, a lot. He doesn't care if he offends anyone and not afraid of anything. He is straightforward and serious. He is strict with strangers but seemingly funny and enjoys time with his friends. He enjoys flirting with younger females but not good in relationships. From a quick look, you'll think he's a mean and dangerous animal but if you look closer... You might find something else.



    ---Likes (at least 3): Fighting, eating, swimming, telling stories, badger meat & flirting.
    --- Dislikes (at least 3): Kits, whiners, fish (he's allergic to it) & dogs.
    ---Strengths (No MORE than 5): Very strong, massive for a tom, muscular, trickster & very skillful in the art of killing.
    ---Weaknesses (At least 3): Short temper, can't hold his tongue, have trouble following orders & sometimes rude.


    History (8 or more sentences):


    FuryFangs was born and raised by his mother, who was rapped. He enjoyed his life with her and savoured every hour roaming the land. When his mother and him were hunting in a meadow; a couple of wild dogs tracked them down and went after them. At 4moons his mother already taught him how to fight well and was the same size as her; allowing to fight back. They both kept up a good fight but couldn't stop them. His mother told him to run and don't stop. Doing as he was ordered he ran and could hear his mother cries as the dogs tear her apart. This made him hate dogs and always worried about taking an order. He's been alone his whole life and for a long time stalked pack of dogs and other clans, eating their leftovers. It took him about a month to figure out how to hunt and took care of himself. He always felt lower then others from his kit life and killing, making him feel strong; is the only way he know's to prove himself. He is well with herbs for his whole kit and apprentice life he had to care for his own wounds. He finally notice a forest vast enough to hold many clans and soon trying to figure out which one is right for him.


    Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio):
    FuryFangs crouches low to the terrain, his tail slashing side to side as his lime opticals glows slightly in the forest. He feels the grass gaze his stomach as he stalks forward, dodging debris on the ground. Unleashing his claws and sinking them into the moist dirt, he leans his weight onto his haunches. Within a flash he springs forward and sinks his talons into the soft pelt of the feline's chest and sinks his fangs into her (well call the cat a her, aha) shoulder and pushes his weight onto her. Feeling the feline panic and winces as some of his own flesh was being shredded, he drags his enamles upwards to her neck and presses more jaw pressure, enjoying the taste of the crimson liquid. Letting go he springs back, landing with a quiet thud and dashes towards her quickly, sliding under her and rams his shoulders into her stomach and pushes upwards while wrapping his front claws into her hind leg and pulls, tripping. Moving from under her when she was in mid air he rears up and smashes his front fores in between her shoulders and low chuckle escapes his maw before sinking his teeth into her nape.


    Comments (optional):
    I apolgoize if the roleplay sample is long but I wanted to make sure you have enough imformation to decide.

    The loner tom appears from the bushes, keeping silent as doing so and his pupils narrow into razor slits as he sits down with a quiet thud. Breathing in the scent of the feline he crocks his head side to side before speaking; vocals strict and deep, "Intresting. Pure ones?" His eyes show intrest and youth, but his torso covered in scars make him look much older then he is. His auds flicker and some dried blood sprays off them. Although his pelt is rough and dirty, his muscles ripple underneath and his face strong and handsome.

    "Hm..." He gets up, ruffling his pelt and dips his head to the side as doing a small bow also. Lifting his cranium up in the air he breaths in the trail of her scent and follows it back to the Pure One's homeland. Looking over his shoulders, he smiles at the feline and winks before turning his walk into trot, his tail lashing behind him.

    I'm intrested in joining. I'm also aming for a high rank. You can call my Fury.


    I don't really know what to put in, but this is my bio:




    Character Name: FuryFangs


    Character Age: 7moons


    Gender: Tom (male)


    Alliance: None


    Rank: Rouge (for now)


    Appearance (6 or more sentences):
    FuryFangs is a massive and muscular tom with blazing orange pelt and big grey spots among his body. He has black paws, undercoat, muzzle, inside ears and tail. Scars are scattered across his torso and a few on his appendages. He has soft lime green eyes that can turn quickly to a foggy, emotionless, deathchilling gaze. He has a big gash on his left hind leg that cannot heal.


    [img width=510 height=309]http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs7…_by_kajiakuma-d4g33pg.png[/img]


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


    FuryFangs is a confusing creature to understand. He has a sadistic theme to him and enjoys fighting, a lot. He doesn't care if he offends anyone and not afraid of anything. He is straightforward and serious. He is strict with strangers but seemingly funny and enjoys time with his friends. He enjoys flirting with younger females but not good in relationships. From a quick look, you'll think he's a mean and dangerous animal but if you look closer... You might find something else.



    ---Likes (at least 3): Fighting, eating, swimming, telling stories, badger meat & flirting.
    --- Dislikes (at least 3): Kits, whiners, fish (he's allergic to it) & dogs.
    ---Strengths (No MORE than 5): Very strong, massive for a tom, muscular, trickster & very skillful in the art of killing.
    ---Weaknesses (At least 3): Short temper, can't hold his tongue, have trouble following orders & sometimes rude.


    History (8 or more sentences):


    FuryFangs was born and raised by his mother, who was rapped. He enjoyed his life with her and savoured every hour roaming the land. When his mother and him were hunting in a meadow; a couple of wild dogs tracked them down and went after them. At 4moons his mother already taught him how to fight well and was the same size as her; allowing to fight back. They both kept up a good fight but couldn't stop them. His mother told him to run and don't stop. Doing as he was ordered he ran and could hear his mother cries as the dogs tear her apart. This made him hate dogs and always worried about taking an order. He's been alone his whole life and for a long time stalked pack of dogs and other clans, eating their leftovers. It took him about a month to figure out how to hunt and took care of himself. He always felt lower then others from his kit life and killing, making him feel strong; is the only way he know's to prove himself. He is well with herbs for his whole kit and apprentice life he had to care for his own wounds. He finally notice a forest vast enough to hold many clans and soon trying to figure out which one is right for him.


    Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio):
    FuryFangs crouches low to the terrain, his tail slashing side to side as his lime opticals glows slightly in the forest. He feels the grass gaze his stomach as he stalks forward, dodging debris on the ground. Unleashing his claws and sinking them into the moist dirt, he leans his weight onto his haunches. Within a flash he springs forward and sinks his talons into the soft pelt of the feline's chest and sinks his fangs into her (well call the cat a her, aha) shoulder and pushes his weight onto her. Feeling the feline panic and winces as some of his own flesh was being shredded, he drags his enamles upwards to her neck and presses more jaw pressure, enjoying the taste of the crimson liquid. Letting go he springs back, landing with a quiet thud and dashes towards her quickly, sliding under her and rams his shoulders into her stomach and pushes upwards while wrapping his front claws into her hind leg and pulls, tripping. Moving from under her when she was in mid air he rears up and smashes his front fores in between her shoulders and low chuckle escapes his maw before sinking his teeth into her nape.


    Comments (optional):
    I apolgoize if the roleplay sample is long but I wanted to make sure you have enough imformation to decide.

    Thanksss, site looks really good, aha.


    If you're intrested in getting your own character done, I can do it :3. Just PM me.


    I went right to the advanced bio after I posted this and its up and showing right now aha.

    Well here is some of my art!
    Most are free linearts and I just modded and coloured it.
    I also accept FREE comissions, so I'll do free art for you :3. Just PM me.


    LET'S BEGIN! :D


    [img width=510 height=386]http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs7…_by_kajiakuma-d4fyg3g.png[/img]


    [img width=457 height=500]http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs7…_by_kajiakuma-d4fn8xl.png[/img]




    [img width=510 height=346]http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs7…_by_kajiakuma-d3f6nw3.png[/img]



    [img width=510 height=383]http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs7…_by_kajiakuma-d3bcomm.png[/img]


    [img width=510 height=382]http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs7…_by_kajiakuma-d3bci8e.png[/img]


    [img width=510 height=212]http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs7…_by_kajiakuma-d3bcjln.png[/img]




    [img width=510 height=382]http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs7…_by_kajiakuma-d49ulue.png[/img]



    [img width=446 height=500]http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs7…_by_kajiakuma-d45ne8b.png[/img]


    [img width=510 height=399]http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs7…_by_kajiakuma-d3kgppb.png[/img]



    [img width=510 height=345]http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs7…_by_kajiakuma-d3hjg2v.png[/img]




    There we go, some of my art(:

    I already put it in there. I saw people putting up about there cat to join the Pure Ones and that's my application to join. I'm sorry, I'm new to this site.

    The male remains silent and pops his head out of the bushes, a handsome and young structure face with shinning lime green eyes watch the other cats. He creeps out, his torso and apprendages (legs) covered in scars with a dirty pelt making them look worst. Although he was dirty and beaten up, his muscles rippled underneath his coat and he stride over to the others as if he owned this land. When he was a few feet away from the others he sat down and blinked, examining each cat and flickers the tip of his tail.

    No, could you not capitalize the second 'F'? Instead of FuryFangs, could you do Furyfangs?


    Ahh, I do that so people can tell and speak the seprate words incase they think its FurYfangs or something. Although that sounds stupid and its just common sense, I still get people confused by names.

    He notices Crow is staring and folds his auds down to his scalp, feeling unwanted by the stare and would usually attempt to rip the cat to shreds but notices Crow is already in enough trouble. He smiles lightly and his whole tail lashes now, hoping to see some gore.

    He watches the other felines and sighs, knowing his mother would be disgusted at him in StarClan for not doing anything. He gathers himself and pads cautiously towards the other cats, biting onto the corpse tail he tries to drag Crow's body away from the others.