Posts by Torchiclove

Welcome to Jayclan. Enjoy yourself here~

Ranks shall be found here:

Leader: Fallenstar(M)
Deputy:
Med. cat:
Med. cat apprentice:
Warriors:
Apprentices: Soulpaw(F)
Queens:
Kits:

The forms shall be found here:

Username:
Cat's name:
Gender:
Age:
Appearence:
Personality:
History:
Rank:
Rank wanted:
Crush:
Mate:
Kits:

My kitties:

Username: Torchiclove
Cat's name: Fallenstar
Gender: Male
Age: 3 years.
Appearence: A large black tom with gray-tipped ears and one ginger foot(The front left one). He has burning amber eyes.
Personality: To be RP'd
History: Will be revealed later.
Rank: Leader
Rank wanted: ..None
Crush: Open, but he is hard to reach.
Mate: Open.
Kits: None

Username: Torchiclove
Cat's name: Soulpaw
Gender: Female
Age: 8 moons
Appearence: A pale-gray she-cat with a few white flecks scattered here and there. She has a black dot on her chest and emerald-green eyes.
Personality: To be RP'd
History: To be revealed.
Rank: Apprentice
Rank wanted: Warrior
Crush: ~
Mate: ~
Kits: ~

The rules are just site rules and don't go crazy with cats. I will only accept the acceptables.

And I want to clarify one thing:
I want GOOD RPing. Nothing that wouldn't happen, nothing that is totally stupid, and no sappy romantic drama constantly. It gets annoying. I hate it when cats barely know eachother and they are suddenly in love. I've done that before, and it was not good. It doesn't add depth; in real love there is always a reason and it is NOT 'we were meant to be' or 'it was love at first site.' I also ask that if your cat is battling/sparring it WILL get hurt sometimes, some attacks WILL miss, and it WILL NOT always win. Thank you~

Well hello. When did you get here? Are you spying on me? WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT?!!?!?!?!?
Oh, sorry about that. I freak out sometimes.
But I am Torchiclove. And I am an experienced roleplayer. Sometimes I just can't stand roleplaying with noobs. I won't openly criticize someone, but sometimes I do drop a hint or two, or just suggest something to help them. I'm always looking to better myself. If I join your RP, I don't mind constructive criticism!
I don't join a lot of RPs, but I try to stay dedicated to the ones I do join.
I've already started one. Here it is: Jayclan: The Slip of a Tongue
Catchy name, eh?
I'd love it for you to join. Deputy, med. cat, and med. cat apprentice are still open.

I am always looking to join an RP with a bunch of awesome people. I'm rather active on weekend, but on weekdays I can only get on so much.

Character Name: Shadowspire

Character Age: 23 moons and 6 days

Gender: Male/Tom(Whiechever you'd prefer)

Alliance: Thunderclan

Rank: Warrior

Appearance (6 or more sentences): Shadowspire is a black-pelted tom with a smoky gray swirl on his side. He has shining aqua eyes that shine through dark mist like a burning fire through a starry night. He is lithe in shape, not burly like most other toms. His claws are long and curved, slightly bloodstained at the tip. His fur is short, and despite it being constantly groomed it always seems to have twigs, leaves, and other debris tangled in it. His nose is a bright pink, with a black speck near the top where it melts into his dark pelt.

Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements): Shadowspire is a bit self-centered, enjoying grooming himself entirely too much. He is too brave for his own good, but sometimes it helps him out in a tough situation. He's a respectable warrior, emmensely loyal to his clan despite being dishonest towards individual cats. He doesn't have very good self-control, often plunging into needless fights after being provoked. His many flaws do add up to one good thing, though: He has learned to live with being disliked, earning dirty looks from cats who appose him. His main goal is to take down all that hate his soul and rule a clan of cats who will follow him into battle with complete loyalty, but that's only a dream..........right?
---Likes (at least 3): Fighting, staring at the clouds, and butterflies.
--- Dislikes (at least 3): Cats who don't like him, rogues, and flowers.
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): Hunting, fighting, persuading others to join him.
---Weaknesses (At least 3): Controlling himself, swimming, and talking to cats from other clans without ripping their eyes out.

History (8 or more sentences): Shadowspire was born on a rainy afternoon in late leaf-bare, his mother being named Windywhisper. She was often depressed because his father, Vieledmist, died while she was still pregnant. She didn't care much for the young kit and his brother, Drippingshadows. Windywhisper finally died after being attacked by a badger while mourning her lost mate where they used to go and try to find shapes in the clouds. He pretty much took care of his brother during his kithood and apprenticehood, making sure he was not pelted with too many insults by the other clan members. Nobody really felt sorry for the two brothers with forgotten parents. After Windywhisper's tragic death he considered Leopardflower as his mother, as she was gentle and sweet to him. But she faded away after he earned the name Shadowpaw. At 11 moons, Drippingshadows died of greencough in a dreary, snow-filled leaf-bare. Shadowpaw was left with nothing. He had to rekindle the fires blazing in his heart. He trained harder than any other apprentice, and he soon became the most skilled fighter. One day he accidently drew blood from his mentor. After earning his warrior name he spent his days trying to earn the position of deputy, but could never quite achieve it.

Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio):
Shadowspire gazed carefully around, trying not to leap as a leaf crunched underfoot. "Drippingshadows, don't be so loud," He hissed, cursing his brother's clumsiness under his breath.
"Sorry, but it's hard to manuever with this thick fur," The deep gray tom replied scathingly.
Shadowspire simple shook his head, and he continued on through the dense undergrowth. "Almost there," He mewed after a few minutes of walking. He gazed at the moon shining brightly above him, seeming to aplify the twinkling of the stars.
"Where are we going, anyway?" Drippingshadows asked curiously, shaking a twig from his thick coat.
"I'll tell you what it is when we get there," Shadowspire meowed edgily, a growl rising in his throat. Suddenly the two emerged into a large clearing. Moonlight flowed into it like liquid silver. "We're here," He mewed in awe, "Where the stars shine down on the lost souls of the poor."

Comments (optional): Shadowspire was an un-RPed brother of Drippingshadows' in a different RP, but I decided to bring him to life in another RP here. He is also loosely based on a different character I made on a different site named Shadowcore. They are both self-centered, but have very different histories.

I must say, that is a nice cat. Love the appearence. Accepted.

(I think there are still spots in this, no?)

~Name: Katrina Brazer
~Gender: Female
~Age: 15
~Personality(Not Needed but can be added): Katrina is rather whimsical, often staring off into space. She always tries to add a joke to lighten up serious situations. She reads a lot, giving her the odd characteristic of quoting everything, wether it is wise or hilarious. If she doesn't really care what your saying she can be infuriating by simply replying 'Awesome' or 'You have fun with that' to everything.
~District: 3
~Appearence(Not needed but can be added): A shorter-than-average girl with red hair and a face full of freckles.
~Specialty/Weapon: Good at confusing people; is skilled with long-range weapons.

Katrina silently slipped through to trees, smiling slightly. Nothing better than momentarily watching a fight and not helping someone in need. The game had changed her-she now had a dark side. Boredly, she stabbed a short knife into the rough bark of a tall tree. Then the fiesty ginger heard the anouncement. Oh! Goodies! she thought happily, immediatly racing towards the center of the arena. She had no idea how far out she was, but she figured that she was pretty close.

Ooc: Assuming there are woods, as it was said in the first RP post.

Katrina circled around the cornucopia, hidden in the trees' ghostly shadows. Her eyes gleamed with an other-worldly thirst for blood. She'd come into the games wanting a quick death, but now she wanted a hard-earned victory. She leaped from the leafy branches, doing a barrel roll to the cornucopia. She quickly got up on nimble feet, grabbing a bag and skidding to a halt from her quick-paced run. Her eyes scanned the small clearing for others that she could bury her knife into. She didn't see anybody yet. Ah, no fresh meat for me, she thought, her evil smile faltering for a second.

Ooc: Lawl, I might just have to see that one day.

Katrina dove back into the trees, clutching the bag for district three. She didn't dare opening it yet for fear that someone else would find her. She ran into the trees, ignoring how her aching muscles protested. She would need to rest for a while before she could continue evading the others. She could feel it coming-she'd have to battle soon. Too soon for her own tastes, even. She slipped her knife into her camo combot boots, being careful to make sure the blade couldn't dig into her skin. There was nothing worse than getting injured by your own weapons.

Ooc: What exactly are in those bags?

After running to a safe distance, Katrina hesitantly opened her bag. For all she knew it could be a bomb that would explode right in her face. But thankfully it wasn't. She carefully a knife which was longer than her blade; it was more for stabbing at close-range than throwing. She also found a loaf of bread, a hunk of cheese, and a small apple. Enough for a few days if she made it last. Then she pulled out a small bottle-a bottle of ointment for cuts, scratches, and gashes. She thanked the heavens for this precious gift, clutching in closely to her chest. This could mean life or death in certain situations; it could be the deciding factor between winning the competition or losing it all.
And Katrina refused to lose anything without a fight.

Name: Sylvia Blade
Gender: Female
District: 12
Personality: Sylvia is sly, manipulative, a complete trickster. She trusts nobody and nobody should trust her. However she is very persuasive. Her lack in strength is covered up by her ability to hide and ambush others. If she needs a strong person she'll persuade some stupid fool into an alliance and get them to do the dirty work while she plots their painful death.
Picture (Allowed to be anime):
Have they trained for this?: Noperz.
Will they join the Career Pack?: Depends. Are they stupid or smart?
RP sample: A deep chuckle filled the air. "Foolish, aren't you?" Her words dripped like acid from a cobra's sharp fangs. A muffled reply came, but it couldn't be understood through the cloth stuff inside her victim's mouth. "Yes, squeal," She murmered, her cherry red lips formed into a perfect smile as she ran a knife gingerly across the victim's neck. In a flash the very knife was buried deep into the trapped girl's throat, sweet crimson blood spurting from the mortal wound. Sylvia laughed, moonlight making her ivory skin glow eerily in the cloudless night. Her long fingernails ran across the wound, becoming red at the tips. It was just another kill, another small victory.
Weapon: Sharp, small knives tipped with poison. Her wits.
Other (Optional): She is one evil person.

Sorry! I got caught up in my RP sample. I've been wanting to use that ever since I thought it up last night.
But cupcakes are good while reading the Hunger Games.

So I'll make one cat...
But can we have more than one?

Name: Windywhisper
Gender: Female
Age: 31 moons and 4 days
Rank: Can I have the rank of omenteller?
Appearance: Windywhisper is a pure white she-cat with delicate paws. Her fur is short and is rarely dirty, as she cleans it often. Her eyes are a beautiful blue. Her whiskers are longer than normale, contantly twitching. She has short claws that are very sharp but rarely used.
Personality: Windywhisper is very gentle and kind. Her kindness, however, makes her week. She is almost unable to deny help to any cat, even if it is a sworn enemy. (Sorry I can't add more, I like to reveal things :3)
Mate/Crush/Kits: Open
Trainer: ~
Trainee: None, I believe.
On a scale of 1 to 10, how often will you be on?: 7; I can only get on so much with school.

Ooc: I'm online but I have nothing to do.

Lawl. That's happened to me before.
I'll make Windywhisper a warrior, and then...

Name: Rubyrain
Gender: Female
Age: 20 moons
Rank: Warrior
Appearance: A flame-red she-cat with a pelt that matches her temper. She has emerald-green eyes that cut through the night. Her fur is slightly long, and it often gets matted. Her tail is unusually short. Her dainty paws tread lighty over the ground, making her a sneaky one.
Personality: She is as fiery as a torch, often invoking fights with her own clanmates. She seems to have an afinity for rules. She has very few friends, as her loose-canon personality makes her hard to deal with.
Mate/Crush/Kits: Crush-Shadowdancer
Trainer: ~
Trainee: ~
On a scale of 1 to 10, how often will you be on?: 7

I was rushed so it is short.

Ooc: Anything overly important happen while I was gone?

(A few questions before I start hardcore RPing:
What time of day is it?
What season is it?
Where is the current commotion?)

Katrina prowled in the trees above the battle between Yuki and Emily, smiling. She was holding a small knife that glimmered purple at the tip-it had a thin layer of poison. The poison was slow-acting, but once it hit, it was like a bomb had exploded in the body. She decided that this wasn't the time for that kind of fatality, and she removed a different knife-one that was clean-from her combat boots. She held it between her fingers, aiming carefully.

(Mind if I hit somebody? It's like playing drunken darts.)

Suddenly, a slender black-and-white tom padded out of a bush. He nimbly leaped on the fox, slashing it with quick claws. He was obviously Windclan with his wiry frame and his ribs barely visible beneath a tuxedo pelt that clung to him tightly. "Ah, foxes! Curse them all!" He muttered, shooting a quick glance at Ivytail while he wrestled the creature.
Was that lust in his eyes?

(And...INTERVENTION! If you don't want me here, I will leave. But it seemd very interesting.

(Hm...BOOM!)

Katrina threw the blade, watching it arc down. Time seemed to slow down. She could even hear it whistling through the air, closing in on its target. Yes. This is what Katrina wanted. This is what she's always wanted....
Blood coming down like rain.
That everlasting thrill, during the final kill...

The Windclan cat, Echobreeze, padded to Brambletail's side. "He's definatly too weak. He'll need medical attention soon or he could lose the leg altogether. I'll help you carry him," He mewed urgently, panic flashing in his eyes.
But did he still look like he was searching for love?