Goodness it's been a while! This place has changed quite a bit in the year and a half since I last played here under the name Whispered-Screams. I've definitely grown since then, probably not nearly as much as this site though. This character avatar maker has gone on gorgeously, hasn't it?
Well, back to Bettle-hunter for me! And now I'll run off and create my usual amount of havoc.
Character Name: Songpelt
Gender: Female
Clan{if any}: Windclan
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!): Soft dabs of black streak across Songpelt's head, spine, and flanks. Below lies a layer of chocolate creme, mottled gently with touches of white. Her legs and paws dip a darker brown, the gradient ranging to an almost black on the tops of her paws. The pads of her paws mix black with pink. Her slender body isn't all that tall, she's of an average height and length. Ear-wise Songpelt sports small wide spaces cups of black. Her wide eyes are swirled with amber and yellow, and her narrow muzzle sets them off, giving her a balanced look.
Personality: Songpelt, for the most part is a genial cat, moderately friendly; pleasant to be around. She isn't the most intelligent cat, not in the slightest, but she sports a true loyalty to her clan. All of her choices are based heavily on her clan and her clan-mates. Friendship wise Songpelt doesn't discriminate, she'll make friends with anyone who is even remotely friendly. She's a superb listener as well, and loves to lend an ear to anyone in need. Well, anyone from her clan. She's rather leery about cats from other clans and loners. Not only does she distrust them, she refuses to associate with them past an acquaintance familiarity.
History(Not needed): Songpelt experienced an average kit-hood. Ever since she was smaller than a squirrel she wanted to be a wonderful warrior. She never exactly aspired to be the best, just the best she could be. Both her parents were non-nondescript warriors in the clan, pieces in the larger game of life in the forest.
Songpelt dropped a moderate sized hare on the fresh-kill pile and heaved a soft sigh of satisfaction. For only a short bit of hunting, a rabbit was good. Hunting was very refreshing. The she-cat swung her head towards the the warrior's den, but decided instead that she'd see if anyone needed help with anything. Anything at all.
Username: Myss.Deceit
Cat's name: Sparrowleaf
She-cat or tom: She-cat
Rank: Warrior
Age: 14 Moons
Personality: A bubbly, friendly cat with mouse-tails instead of brains. Incredibly loyal, but need to be told what to do.
Apprearance: Black with lighter grey marking on the face, spine, and tail. Wide blue-green eyes and a slender face.
Other (Optional): None
Please give code after reading Info: Snowie
Screams usually mean that someone inept was killing someone else. In Jay's book, that was a good thing. He shrugged his jacket higher on his shoulders, nonchalantly making his way in the direction of the cut off scream, trotting thought the forest. He eyed the darkness lazily, an eternal smirk curling up one side of his perfectly pale face.
Oh, a river? Drowning wasn't Jay's favorite way of killing, but hey, to each their own. The pale face curved down for a second as he stood neatly at the edge of the river, examining the dark shape within. It was still moving.
"Oh, Hello." He said to himself. "Maybe we can put so oxygen back into that blood."
He promptly dropped himself into the water with an easy step, intending to retrieve the body before it drowned. Then he could kill it a better way. Oxygen-less blood just tasted disgusting.
Character Name: Rushfeather
Gender: Tom
Clan{if any}: Riverclan
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!): A grey tabby with narrow eyes. He has a moderate muzzle, slightly longer than average. His ears sit large on the sides of his wedge shaped head. He has broad-ish shoulders, and wide paws. In the tail department Rushfeather is somewhat lacking, he has a tail about half the size of a regular cat's. His eyes are blue-grey with slight flecks of gold.
Personality: A friendly, rather hot-headed tom. He loves arguments, but doesn't enjoy physical fighting nearly as much. He is very sure of himself, and rarely doubts his own opinion. For the most part he is his favorite cat. He isn't as narcissistic as he could be though, he relishes in his own mind, but not so much on his features. And he isn't one to brag, but he will show off.
History(Not needed): His father is dead of battle, and his mother is still an average member of the clan. He did try and escape to hunt during his kit-hood, but eventually actually made it to apprenticehood, and then warriorhood.
OOC) Whatever you like
IC)
Jay caught the floating form by the stomach, kicking strongly to prevent the river from carrying him away. Female, he noted, wearing a hoodie. He surged upwards, and the form followed him, head bowing forward. Unconscious.
The dripping head emerged from the after with a small splash, and Jay began kicking violently towards the shore without the use of his arm. He managed to throw the body on to the shore of the river and follow it out.
"Hello?" He asked, prodding the girl's face. He pulled her jaw open and began pressing on the girl's chest to get the water out of her lungs. "Wake up, girl, wake up, You won't taste as good if you don't wake up." He mumbled to her as he worked, flipping her over to hopefully drain water from her chest.
OOC) Also, I would like to say that It's very nice to meet you! I apologies if I'm a bit slow with this thing, I'm still relearning how to do all this stuff. It's been over a year since I last spread a generous helping of organized chaos over these forums.
Sparrowleaf paused a moment with her work to stretch her sore muscles and shift on her paws. She hadn't taken too incredibly horrible damage during the attack, mostly she was sore with exertion. But she could work though it. She had to help finish putting up barriers, as she'd been instructed to. She tugged at a bramble, dragging it with her back to the camp.
Rushfeather, who'd been a few tail-lengths behind the others, inspecting a shifty looking bit of underbrush, started forward when he heard angry hisses emanating from the rest of the patrol. He leaped on a cat without stopping to see who it was, claws out. he didn't feel particularly enthused about fighting, but he had to defend his clan-mates. "Mousbrains." He growled loudly, ""You think you can take us on?"
Character Name: Sunpaw
Gender: Tom
Clan{if any}: Thunderclan
Rank(CANNOT be leader, deputy or medicine cat/med apprentice unless you are making up their clan/tribe): Apprentice
Appearance(Must look realistic--NO RED EYES!): A petite auburn tom with darker dapples across his fur and a lighter colored underbelly. He has very bright eyes, a mix between green brown, but not yet hazel.
Personality: A soft spoken tom who doesn't exactly enjoy work. He prefers to be alone, not doing work. He is very calm, but easily becomes nervous in stressful situations. He is moderately intelligent, but all his thoughts fly from his head when he's faced with trouble.
History(Not needed): His mother died while giving birth to him and his brother. His father doesn't hold much interest in his kits, which led to Sunpaw's reservedness.
Sparrowleaf padded over to Firepaw and looked at the crushed remains of where the medicine den used to be. "May I help you fix that?" She asked politely, motioning with her tail towards the rubble.
"Ah, there we go." Jay said, giving the girl a good thump on the back to aid the process. He held her shoulders away from the ground so the girl could properly expel the water from her lungs. He pulled her red hair back onto her neck as he continued to talk to her, uncaring as to whether she was listening to her or not.
"How'd you end up in the river, girlie? You don't seem the type to have enemies."
Jay enjoyed talking to himself, inanimate objects, and people who couldn't respond. Most of which were dead bodies. His habit came from too many years spent mostly alone.
Sunpaw is a reserved cat who dislikes work. He is looking for any type of mentor, particularly one who's personality might clash with his, because that would be utterly amusing. Only recently promoted to apprentice-hood, Sunpaw has thus so far evaded most tasks. He also enjoys long, work free, strolls through the forest followed by long naps.
While not exactly disloyal to his clan, his actions could be taken that way.
Songpelt, diligent on a solo patrol of her own making, spotted the fluffy cat leaping over the gorge and hurried forward. He looked like a loner. Or worse: A kittypet. On Windclan territory!
"Nice jump." She preambled as she reached the cat, her body tensed but her claws still sheathed. She didn't know how much of a threat this cat was. And she was alone, which wasn't the best way to confront an enemy.
"Who are you?" She tried to keep her tone nonchalant, devoid of her inner hostility towards trespassers, which wouldn't do her any good here.
Sunpaw, who'd been lazing around in the apprentice den, jumped as one of the other apprentices emitted a loud sound. He stood hurriedly and moved father away from the two young cats, leery of being hit. He was busy formulating a plan to avoid elder duties today.
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I'm looking for a cat to play Sunpaw's brother, perhaps a cat with a personality at odds with his. Their mother died while giving birth to them, and their father virtually ignores them. Sunpaw would heavily rely on his brother for support and for plotting how to avoid work.
Sunpaw awkwardly nodded at Snowpaw, unsure if the cat was addressing him or someone else in the den. He wasn't the best at talking with other cats, it made him nervous.
Sunpaw looked at Snowpaw, hesitating for a second. "Are you, um, talking to me?" He asked nervously, shifting on his paws and wrapping his tail around them.
Sunpaw really didn't want to go hunting, but why not? He stood up, freeing his tail, and glanced at Snowpaw. "I'm gonna go hunting, I think." He said, shifting on his feet. Then he looked at Pearlfur. "Where are we gonna, um, hunt?" He asked.
Sunpaw paused to think. "Could we hunt for voles near the river?" He asked hesitantly. He liked the taste of water vole, and the creatures were small and easy for him to catch.
