Posts by russet

Hi everyone!
I'm Russet. I guess I'll post some things about myself, and than start roleplaying. So, I'm fourteen, and my real name is Rachelle. I'm a Graphic Designer, and I love doing cat manipulations, so if you have a request, let me know! I'm also an animator on Youtube; I go by Stripeth there. I love to draw and write, and I am stoked for New Moon! I have blonde hair and blue eyes, am 5'4, and... uhhh.... yeah. I like any type of music exept screamo. My favourite TV shows are 90210, Friends, and One Tree Hill. My favourtie sport is volleyball, and the best book ever is Bluestar's Prophecy. I used to admin a famous site called Warriors: Twilight Destiny back in MSN groups.
I can't think of anything else to say... XD
See ya round!

You can call me Russet ^^
Thanks for the welcome!

Hi everone!
Sorry I couldn't reply ASAP, my computer crashed. I'm on my dada's computer now, though, so I'll get some cat bios up while I can. My computer should be fixed by Tuesday.
To Groovystar: Haha, that'll be fun. I haven't decided if I'm going to open them just yet, but most likely, yes.

To Wolfie: Nice to meet cha!

To everyone else: It is awesome to meet you all! See you in the roleplays!

Cat's Name: Acornpaw (Warrior name: Acornfall)
Cat's Age: Eight Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Alliance: ShadowClan
Position: Apprentice
Appearance: <blockquote>Acornpaw is small for age, perhaps some would see her as fragile. Dispite this, she is quite beautiful. Smooth and vibrant, her pelt is patched with black, auburn and white. Each whisker on her round face is quite light in hue. Acornpaw's most unique trait, though, are her eyes. They are a dark maroon. Not red, but a brown that, if the light is right, will frighten the fur off a kit. </blockquote>Personality: <blockquote>Being a typical ShadowClan cat, Acornpaw is a quick thinker and quite clever. As this may be, she is very caring for her Clanmates. Most of the time she isn't very sure of herself, but she's open to trying new things. However, Acornpaw is sometimes influenced by dark thoughts, and she has to push them away. She is often frightened of her own strength in battle. Acornpaw loves learning, and solving problems.</blockquote>History: <blockquote>Acornpaw was born and raised ShadowClan. She recently started training, but alas, is mentorless. Her father was her mentor for the first bit of her training, but he was brutally killed by a rogue in a border skirmish. This death struck Acornpaw hard; she was grieving for ages over her loved father. Little did she realize, though, that her father was malicious and sly. Acornpaw continued her life, unable to train. Her mother was killed on the Thunderpath when she was a kit, but Acornpaw hardly remembers.</blockquote>Roleplay Sample: <blockquote>Acornpaw froze. Static crackled in the air like lightning, causing the apprentice's tri-coloured pelt to prickle. The electric air wasn't the only reason Acornpaw was on edge. Acornpaw glared into the brambles, nearly certain she could see two neatly round golden orbs watching her curiously. The shape in the bushes shifted, and Acornpaw dared not to move. Was it a fox? Would she be able to fight it off? Why had she come hunting alone?

Slowly, the eyes in the bushes blinked, and Acornpaw let out a screech of alarm. The apprentice, unsure, leaped at the thorny brambles, feeling her claws dig into a thick pelt. The animal cried in terror. She dug her fangs into the creature's shoulder, but it heaved her off clumsily and managed to pull away from Acornpaw's unsheathed claws. It lumbered into a clearing, where a shaft of moonlight lit it up. It was a kittypet! Acornpaw shouldered her way into the clearing, tail fluffed. The kittypet was round, fur on end. Suddenly she wondered whether she should attack or let the kittypet defend itself. Before she could decide, the cowardly cat raced off into the forest! Acornpaw scolded herself silently for letting the intruder get away. What kind of ShadowClan warrior was she?</blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote>If I don't get accepted, lemme know why so I can change it if you don't mind ><</blockquote>

Lol, we should form a club. It will be called "THE PEOPLE THAT ARE TOO LAZY TO TYPE OUT LONG PARAGRAPHS AND FAIL TO USE PROPER PUNCUATION AND GRAMMAR CLUB!!"

That would be great! ><

Oh! By the way, Wolfie, culd you explain to me how to put images on my signature? I used to have proboards, like forever ago, but now I forget how to do everything.
...................i feel like a noob.... haha

Haha lol okay
Thanks anyways!
*Off to make a bio*

Hi Wildheart!
About my name... thanks! And yeah, it does. Haha
I haven't even seen New Moon yet! I'm so excited! Go Taylor Lautner! *faints*
I animate warriors videos, mine suck so far, but if you want to check em out, go to Youtube and type in Stripeth. That's my username. Any of my videos are made by Stripeth.
And Friends is awesome! LoL.

Okay! Thanks!

I have Acornpaw, of ShadowClan, who needs a mentor. To make for a good plotline, I'd like the mentor to be quite agressive. Acornpaw is small but tough, a decent fighter, and an average hunter. She's caring, though sometimes dark thoughts form in her head.
Thanks!

:) ;) :( 8-) :P :-/

[size=1]Acornpaw positioned herself near the fresh kill pile. She bent her neck and fastened her teeth into a clump of pale brown fur, left by a vole in her claws. She thought about that morning, hunting by herself. Did cats choose to avoid her? Perhaps it was her appearance. No cat dared to be seen with a she-cat with blood eyes, as that crazed loner had told her. Acronpaw ran her tongue over the scar on her muzzle, and recalled the strange encounter clearly.

<blockquote>The black cat approached, eyes wild. His short fur was matted into clumps, but stood on end nonetheless. The cat let out a hiss. Acornpaw flattened her ears, and narrowed her eyes. "This is ShadowClan territory, rogue," she growled, claws unsheathed. She prayed to StarClan he bought her mean attitude, for inside she was trembling like a leaf. She didn't actually know if she would attack. The rogue spoke. "Your eyes... you swim in the sticky waters of blood! You demon! Nothing but hatred flows through your veins!!" He screeched, and scrambled into the forest. Acornpaw didn't pursue, no. She stared into the puddle at her paws, maroon eyes glaring back at her. The apprentice blinked, hoping to see beautiful green eyes, or azure. But alas, her brown orbs remained. </blockquote>

Acornpaw didn't think her eyes were crimson, more of a dark oak shade. The apprentice wrinkled her nose as the fur ripped free, fluttering to the marshy ground below. Blood clung thinly to the end of the fur. Was she really evil?[/size]

Okay! Thans for your reply! So, should we start a thread?

Mmm.. ShadowClan territory perhaps? I have to go here but you could start the post if you want!

Acornpaw winced as a sharp thorn tugged her patched pelt. She scrambled clumsily through the plot of undergrowth. How she would hate to be a ThunderClan cat, with all the thistles and vines. Her white paws felt heavy and clumsy; she hadn't a very good sleep previously. Finally, she tripped her way to the huge burnt pine. A final vine caught her foreleg, and she fell flat on her muzzle. Acornpaw glanced up, dazed, at the sandy she-cat. What a way to start her training.

Cat's Name: Gorsefang
Cat's Age: 20 Moons
Gender: Tom
Alliance: ThunderClan
Position: Warrior
Appearance: <blockquote>Gorsefang has a thick, chestnut brown pelt. He is tabby, and his stripes are a darker shade of a simalar auburn. Gorsefang has white paws and a white chest. The warrior is quite handsome, with broad shoulders and an impressive scar stretching down his shoulder. He is large. His claws are extremely sharp, and he has a long tail.</blockquote>Personality: <blockquote>Gorsefang dosen't get anger easily, or at least he dosen't show it. He plots, though, and is quite cunning. He thirsts for bloodshed, and one of his biggest weaknesses is that he rushes into battle quickly. He plans battle stratagies in the battlefield, and makes hollow promises and empty friendships. His Clanmates don't know that though. On the outside, he acts friendly and charming.</blockquote>History: <blockquote>Gorsefang was raised in ThunderClan, with both parents. His parents were supportive, though his mother a bit violent. He was a lively kit, and once stole poppy seeds from the medicine cat's den. He slept for ages! Gorsefang, as an apprentice, suffered the loss of his father, which was the first incident leading him down a bloody path. He never forgave the ShadowClanner that killed his dad in battle. In fact, he blamed every cat. Even his Clanmates! Gorsefang was trained by a bloodhungery mentor, and they became alike. Gorsefang now hopes to get revenge on everyone that deserves it. </blockquote>Roleplay Sample: <blockquote></blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote>=D</blockquote>

I meant that ShadowClan and ThunderClan had a battle! But, if that's not allowed, then his father can be killed by a rogue.

Ok sorry. o.0
Could Gorsefang's father be killed by a rogue?

[size=2]A[/size][size=1]cornpaw nodded briefly in understanding. She gave her pelt a swift lick. The apprentice was determined to prover herself, that she wasn't a menace. Her patched pelt shone in the light, and she bared her teeth. Her pelt ruffled, and she tried to make herself as intimiadating as possible. The apprentice, careful to keep her claws sheathed, began to leap at her mentor. Acornpaw tried to trick her mentor and pretended to land short. THen the apprentice rolled to one side and pounced, aiming a blow at her mentor's flank. [/size]