Posts by Earthspirit(real one)

Both accepted! I will make the roleplay link ASAP tomorrow because it's late. :)

Any time

OOC: Can't rp now, be back tomorrow.

Thanks!

Cool!

Oh, wait! Did you two read the rules? Sorry if I sound accusing, just you have to read them. Sorry

Okay, so here is the sign up link:!
http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=439173.new#new

Roleplay here, and if after OOC:, discuss the story or anything partially related to this site. This roleplay is for the "camp" (lacking a better word), and surrounding areas. Enjoy!

Here is the rp link: :)
http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=442296.new#new

The she cat smiled andstretched, then settled down near Micho. The sun drifted hazily above them.

Accepted( Fauna remind me of myself!:)) and the roleplay links above^

Katne, dressed in a worn black hoodie, dirty green top, deer skin pants, and hand made moccasins, looked up at the dirtied sky. Her hand were tucked warmly in her pockets, protected from the light wind that made her eyes water. She raised her arm and coughed because of how harsh the air was. It was more polluted than before the war. She walked over to her hut, feeling a bit more awake, and pulled out the crude bow she had made out of a stick and deer skin. The wood was smooth but splintered beneath her fingers, which still had traces of nailpolish on them. Next she grabbed her leather quiver, also had made, filled with arrows.
"Any one wanna go hunt?" she called, not just to get attention but to wake her friends up.

OOC: I am writing in first person from now on.
I grin.
"What're you gonna do when that dress wears out?," I ask. Mostly, I'm just happy the dress doesn't hold back Fauna's flexibility. If it was too tight, she might have trouble shooting. The whisper of the stuffy, foul wind stirrs in my ears. My bangs blow into my face, and I feel gratefull I had my hair pulled up when... It happened. My hands gently stroke the fur of my pants. They are the most comfortable I've ever worn, which is ironic because he goal of every old brand was comfort. The tiny cat necklace on my neck shines under the dim, smokey sunlight.

It's all great, but could the text be a bit more... flowey? Thanks!

I like cows alotta lot!
Username-Earthspirit (real one)

Character name- Willow

age- 16

district and gender- 12 female (I'm not doing this because of Katniss. I'm doing this because I usually do district 9, 7, or 12 because I like them.)

physical description (at least 5 sentences)- Willow is a very thin girl with dirty blonde hair and ice-blue eyes. She has a fradgile appearance that hides her strength- her mother worked in an apothecary shop while her father was a butcher, and she has skill in both categories. Her hair is usually in a pony-tail braid or in a normal pony tail. She has a deep (sort of) voice- except for when she sings. Willow's face is delicate and nearly flawless, while her hands are callased from using a knife.

Personality (at least 5 sentences)- Only one thing could describe Willow- different. She is shy and kind to everyone, except for those she is close to. They meet the real WIllow, and wish they didn't, because she is brutal. Willow's demeaor hides a girl with mercy, but a hidden strength that few know. She is also very positive, and beleives she can win.

History (at least 5 sentences)- Willow was born in apothecary shop owned by her mother. SHe was taught how to use a knife early by her father, who was a butcher, and learned what plants were edible from her mother. She has a little brother named Bramdo, who she cares about very much, and had a baby sister named Grema. Her sister died of a plaugue two years ago. Willow would protect Bramdo with her life.

Weapon of choice- knife/sword

Weaknesses (at least 3)- Goes mad in the face of fear, bad judge of who to trust, isn't very good at defense.

Strengths (no more than 5)-accuracy, strength, agile, smart, quiet

Roleplay Sample ((In character))- I throw the knife at the wall, missing the bull's eye I drew by a centemeter. Hoping nobody notices the noise, I grab the knife and back up, then throw it again, this time making the bull's eye. SOon, though, I hear footsteps and crawl into my bed, slipping under the covers. My mother peeks into the room, not noticing that I am awake. I sigh in releif.

Other-

No, like cursive, flowey. And, if you can do this (I think I'm gonna send you fresh kill) could you put a cat sihouette near her name?

"No, no. I'm just wondering what you'll wear. I could make you something," I say, taken aback. I had only been trying to help, and as a leader, especially a young one, I wanted what was best for all of us.
OOC: Gotta go, but how do you send people fresh-kill?

OOC: If someone clicks "Send money to """ under a username they'd be sending fresh kill, right?

IC: I roll my eyes and run after Fauna. She is just as much a tomboy as I am, I have to give her that. The ground pounds under my feet. I'm just a strong as Fauna and younger, so I don't carry as much weight and soon have caught up with her.
"We should probably walk. We don't want to scare- Oh! Look! Raspberries!" I walk over to the bush, picking a berry and popping it into my mouth. Iit explodes on my tounge, and I smile at it's flavor. I then realize Rodger isn't with us.

Could I have the code for the second one, please?

Accepted! And she can be healer.

Katne sighed as she noticed Rodger a little ways away.
"Oh, come on. You don't have to bring your sword. Use a spear," I say. (OOC:Sorry about that first part.) My hand fumbles in my pocket, pulling out a medium sized leather bag. I manage to fit most of the berries in it, although a few burst as they are put inside. When I'm done, I look up and put the bag on my shoulder.