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  • Cherishsong of RiverClan :)(Advanced Bio for Acceptance)

    Character Name:
    Cherishsong
    Character Age:
    19 moons
    Gender:
    She-cat
    Alliance:
    RiverClan
    Rank:
    Warrior
    Appearance (6 or more sentences):
    Cherishsong is a born hunter in her body shape, slender and lithe with long legs. Her short, sleek fur almost has the appearance of a WindClan warrior’s fur, but is surprisingly thick. She has deep, dark chocolate points, gradually lightening to a warm milk chocolate as you get closer to her body. Her large, round eyes are a dark forest green, intelligent and calculating. During the hunt, they seem to harden into cold, stoney emeralds, making her seem to be a beautiful, powerful killing machine. Cherishsong has oddly dainty paws for her long legs, but instead of hindering her they allow her to move silently and gracefully. No cat can deny she is a startlingly pretty young she-cat, if not a born beauty.


    Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements):
    Headstrong, brave, and determined are three perfects words for one amazing cat. Cherishsong has a contagious personality, always cheering others up with her charm and friendliness. She is an easy friend to make, but cats find it hard to become close to her. Cherishsong tends to work better independently, when she doesn’t have to work with cats she secretly thinks are, frankly, mousebrains. She is very intelligent, and knows it, causing her to tend to be somewhat prideful, and occasionally arrogant. However, when no intellect is involved, Cherishsong is as friendly as a cat has ever been. Pride isn’t her only flaw. The few cats that know her history always cast uneasy glances at each other behind her back, worried that she may of inherited her father’s ambition and thirst for blood.


    ---Likes (at least 3):
    ~Like many RiverClan cats, Cherishsong adores swimming.
    ~Cherishsong prides herself in knowing different breeds of water birds, taught to her from her non-Clan mother.
    ~This warrior tries her best to grow up, but has retained a kitten-like fondness for two things: stories and fireflies.


    --- Dislikes (at least 3):
    Cherishsong absolutely hates toads and any other cold-blooded creature, dislikes being told what to do, and cannot stand criticism


    ---Strengths (No MORE than 5):
    ~She's very stubborn, and will never give up on a friend or clanmate.
    ~If she believes in something, then she will have unfailing trust in it.
    ~Cherishsong is a hunter at heart, of both prey and enemies. She can always be trusted to be silent and swift in her attack.


    ---Weaknesses (At least 3):
    ~Cherishsong is terrified of getting hurt, making her virtually useless in straight-on attacks.
    ~This she-cat absolutely hates medicine, especially bitter herbs or ones that sting. She will do anything she can to avoid being treated.
    ~She has speed and agility on her side, but Cherishsong cannot keep something up for long. She's better at hit-and-run tactics than weaving and dodging through a fight.
    ~Unless another cat has earned her deepest respect, Cherishsong has a problem listening to authority.

    History (8 or more sentences):
    Cherishsong has a history she would prefer to keep unknown, out of the knowledge of her Clan. She was born in a world of upraised claws and bloodshed, the life of a group of rouges. Her mother had mated with a bloodthirsty, arrogant tom named Lucas, who ruled over 7 other equally vicious cats. The reason of their union was because for a rouge she-cat in this area, especially one as fragile as Flight, safety came with numbers. One interesting thing about some of the rouge groups in this area is the fact that they run almost like a monarchy, and the leader’s firstborn son is the heir. It was Cherishsong’s mother’s duty to provide the heir. Of Flight’s 4 kits, only two survived: Cherishsong (then called Cherish), and a healthy tortoiseshell tom called Azzo. After 3 moons, Flight realized that this was not the life she wanted for her kits when she caught them torturing a mouse a rouge had brought back for them. For the next moon, she planned her escape, but Lucas learned of her plans and snatched Azzo away from her before exiling the she-cat. The already delicate mother traveled for many days, starving herself to provide for her last child, until they found RiverClan. Flight stayed for only a few days to learn more of hunting, then left for a solitary lifestyle, leaving Cherishsong to live amongst the Clan.


    Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio):
    Oh, sweet StarClan, please, no! The chocolate mink she-cat prayed desperately, Not this! The slender hunter sat frozen in a crouch, eyes locked with it. It as in the slimy, warty, filthy nasty.... toad sitting in front of her. Cherishsong shuddered, feeling bile rise in her throat as the creature's throat expanded. "Get away from me, you filthy spawn of ShadowClan!" She snarled, taking a slow step back, but the toad just let out an indignant croak. And then... It moved. "NO!" She screeched, leaping a foot in the air, It's after me!! The usually composed Cherishsong sped off, shaking with each step as the confused toad blinked once and hopped off.


    Comments (optional):
    I am not quite sure what to put here xD

  • Photopaw x Newpaw - Closed

    (Is this advanced or nonadvanced? if it is advanced, I am still waiting for my bio to be accepted :) )


    Name
    Ravenkit/paw/claw


    Gender
    Male


    Appearance
    This tom was named after one of the most intelligent birds out there, the raven. He wasn't only called Ravenclaw because of that, though. With a huge, muscular body, Ravenclaw was given his namesake because of his long, thick, glossy fur, blacker than the night itself. He stays warm through the coldest of days, and can stay hidden in the darkest of nights with ease. His massive body gives him power, making him a very formidable enemy to the most powerful of cats. His size, his fur as dark as ShadowClan's hearts, his long hooked claws, and his dark amber eyes makes him seem intimidating even to cats who know him well, until they see the warm gleam of his eyes, welcoming and kind.


    Personality
    Ravenclaw was born to lead, equipped with his strength and a thoughtful, intelligent mind. The dark tom has shown leadership skills all through his life, and has proved over and over again to be a noble, self-sacrificing cat, with very little pride. He is a quick learner and a kind listener, who can gain the trust of another cat in the blink of an eye. He has the patience of many, but when he gets angry you know you have one very pissed-off cat on your hands! He has always had simple dreams, of finding a mate and having a family, but buried deep, there is a secret, burning desire for power, one that not even Ravenclaw himself knows of as of yet.


    Plots
    (I personally like the first one better)
    ~Plot 1: Unwittingly, Ravenclaw has made an enemy out of a cat(One who is jealous, a cat who thinks Ravenclaw is a candidate for Deputy and wants the position for himself/herself). That cat finds a way to frame him, and since Ravenclaw has the body and intelligence of a killer the Clan quickly believes he is the culprit. He is exiled from the Clan, along with maybe the one cat that believes in him(either a close friend or his future mate) and they set out to discover who this cat is, why he did it, and how to stop him from getting any further.


    ~Plot 2: The day has come, one that Ravenclaw has eagerly been awaiting. The choosing of a deputy. He had been a warrior for many moons, and trained two apprentices, showing his loyalty time after time. But when Ravenclaw is not chosen, something inside him snaps. The demon that had laid dormant in him for seasons awoke, and with a fury. He will do anything he can to get what he believes in righteously his, and nothing will stand in his way. (The rest will be decided further throughout the plot :) )

  • Advanced Newbie :3

    Hi there! I am very sorry if my title makes no sense xD. This is my first time roleplaying on this sort of site, so to tell the truth I feel very lost T.T However, I have been roleplaying for years on webs type roleplays, so I am not a complete newbie here! I would love to have someone help me jump in and get used to this, and it would be nice to make a few friends :) I look forward to talking and roleplaying with ya'll!

  • aim high, hit low

    OOC: You don't mind me jumping in, do you? :3
    Two large cerulean eyes watched the apprentice from the trees, gleaming with the strain of holding in suppressed laughter. The peaceful day had called the young tom out of the dullness of camp, to one of his favorite spots by the river, only to find it occupied. Not that he minded, anyway; the scene was hilarious enough to make up for it.


    After Alchemypaw leapt in and still missed, Flashpaw couldn't hold it in anymore. A loud guffaw sounded from the trees as the fluffy, vividly orange feline collapsed to the ground in mirth. Gasping from lack of breath, the small tom called out for his fellow apprentice, "Nice day... for a... swim, huh?"

  • aim high, hit low


    ooc: Are you going to be having a private roleplay? If so, I can leave whenever :)
    ic: Flashpaw rolled to his feet, eyes still dancing, as he trotted up to light brown she-cat. Plopping down beside her, he twitched his fluffy orange tail and let out a snort. "Practicing what, drowning? Kidding, kidding," he added quickly, falling into a crouch in case she tried to claw his pelt off. Glancing at Cerealmilk, he let out a friendly mew of greetings, large blue eyes curious.

  • ~Loner Sibling Plot~

    I would enjoy joining in! :) I would also like to know some more about the plot. I really like Ghost. <3 Oh, and here is the Roleplay examply off my advanced form:


    Oh, sweet StarClan, please, no! The chocolate mink she-cat prayed desperately, Not this! The slender hunter sat frozen in a crouch, eyes locked with it. It as in the slimy, warty, filthy nasty.... toad sitting in front of her. Cherishsong shuddered, feeling bile rise in her throat as the creature's throat expanded. "Get away from me, you filthy spawn of ShadowClan!" She snarled, taking a slow step back, but the toad just let out an indignant croak. And then... It moved. "NO!" She screeched, leaping a foot in the air, It's after me!! The usually composed Cherishsong sped off, shaking with each step as the confused toad blinked once and hopped off.

  • aim high, hit low

    Thanking StarClan he was already in a crouch, the orange fluffball of a cat ducked underneath the oncoming drama queen and darted away, vivid blue eyes still gleaming, but slightly darkened by a touch of wariness. She's a charmer, isn't she? he thought wryly. "Woah, now, I was only joking. Calm down, for StarClan's sake." He mewed cautiously, seated on a rock about two tail-lengths away from the seriously pissed off Alchemypaw. "It was only a joke," he repeated, silently glad she had kept her claws sheathed; if she hadn't, he would have a pretty deep wound along his side.

  • aim high, hit low

    Feeling slightly assured in his safety, Flashpaw leaped up from the rock and trotted back over to Alchemypaw, before turning his curious gaze back to the strange tom before them. "So who are you?" He asked, intelligent blue eyes watching Cerealmilk without a single hint of caution. Some would call Flashpaw brave, but to tell the truth he's just lacking in caution, occasionally causing him to act just plain stupid.

  • A Long, Pointless Journey (~Open~)

    ((OOC: Hello! Ghost is part of a plot I joined, and right now I am just looking for him to find some friends, possibly a mate, to go with him on his journey :) I have not yet created his bio, but you can see the basics of him here:

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    [size=10]Long, amber fingers slowly stretched into the night sky, adding gentle color to the lightening sky. After the amber came hues only seen at this time, the time of morning. Slowly the sky became painted with warm, inviting colors, spreading out to cover the world in a soft light. The earth was silent, watching, waiting, until it came. The horizon seemed to shimmer for the slightest moment, the the rim of a dark red orb appeared, the glorious Sun rising to take her throne in the sky. The world held in bated breath for a single endless heartbeat, until it erupted in sound. A chorus of voices joined together to welcome the Sun back home, birds that have been waiting for up to an hour for this very moment.


    [font=times new roman]In silent vigil among the trees, the light shed upon a feline figure, dwarfed by the great oaks. The tom stared out over the field ahead, stretching out sore limbs from waiting until the night had receded, and then stood up. He shook out his long, somewhat scraggly silver fur, faded blue eyes framed by pale cream stripes focused on the field ahead. Ghost let out a deep sigh, then started out into the pasture. It had been a while since he had been away from the safe confines of the forest, and it felt good to have all this space. He had a slight limp, not being the most active cat in the world, but was determined to continue the long, pointless journey he took up ever since she had left him waiting.


    Ghost allowed his mind to stray back for a brief second, back to 7 moons ago, when he was only 4 moons old. His mother had simply dropped him off, and left. He waited all day, all night, but she never came back. Blinking once to remove the thoughts from his head, the tom continued on, journeying for something that could never be found.

  • A Long, Pointless Journey (~Open~)

    The silver tom froze in midstep, ears pricking as he heard a faint sound. A branch? Shaking it off, he started to move when it came again. This time sure he had heard it, Ghost crouched into a defensive position, faded blue eyes wary as they surveyed the area. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a figure step out, and he whirled around to face it with ears pinned back, a hiss dancing on his lips. The large tom stood stock still in that position as he watched the she-cat, slight surprise mingled with an emotion almost close to joy in his eyes as he noticed her completely defenseless position.


    Slowly raising up, Ghost watched her curiously, head slightly cocked to the side. No, she is not who he thought she was. None of them had the honey-hued spots, and their faces were dark, not so light. Disappointment raged through him for a split second, until he forced a cheerful smile. "Better be careful there," he joked, "I thought you were a badger with all the noise you made!"


    OOC: Hi there! :3

  • A Long, Pointless Journey (~Open~)

    Posture softening slightly, the mysterious tom let out a purr. "You're awfully talkative, aren't you?" He asked, misty blue eyes free of any wariness they had contained. The young tom raised his right paw towards the she-cat and dipped his head in a polite hello. "My name is Ghost, Helena. I am very happy to have made your acquaintance." The formalities done with, Ghost dropped his paw and raised his head back, eyes distant as he thought over her question. "Oh, no, it's fine..." he murmured, then swiveled his eyes over to hers. "I come from very far off. To be honest, I don't really remember having a home; I have been wandering for moons." His deep eyes grew sad, as he focused on the horizon. Yes, wandering and searching, to no avail.....

  • A Long, Pointless Journey (~Open~)

    OOC: I am so sorry it took so long to reply! XD


    IC: The thin tom jumped slightly, before fixing his face into a cheerful, friendly expression. He let out a purr before answering in his quiet voice, "Oh, I am fine, Helena. Just thinking!" Ghost shook out his scraggly fur once then pushed himself to his feet, remembering his journey. "To tell the truth, I need to get going," He told her, tail flicking at the approaching heat, "The best time to travel is morning, especially over a treeless pasture." The large feline took two confident steps onward, before hesitantly glancing back at the she-cat. "If you have nothing else to do, I wouldn't mind if you would like to join me." Ghost usually traveled alone, but maybe having a friend join him wouldn't be so bad.

  • WingClan

    Hello! :3 Can I join in?


    Name: Cherishsong
    Gender: She-cat
    Age: 26 Moons
    Personality(have at least one good trait): Cherishsong is a very friendly, outgoing young she-cat, but tends to be highly stubborn. She has a very "My way or the highway" attitude, and if she doesn't respect you than you will know. She is highly intelligent and faithful, but tends to be overly superstitious at times.
    Rank: Warrior
    Appearance: She has deep, dark chocolate points, gradually lightening to a warm milk chocolate as you get closer to her body. Her large, round eyes are a dark forest green, intelligent and calculating. During the hunt, they seem to harden into cold, stoney emeralds, making her seem to be a beautiful, powerful killing machine. Cherishsong has oddly dainty paws for her long legs, but instead of hindering her they allow her to move silently and gracefully.
    Kits/mate/crush: None yet ;)
    Kin: None
    other: You can see her full, advanced bio here: http://warriorcatsrpg.com/inde…2.msg24549262#msg24549262


    Name: Cloakedheart
    Gender:Male
    Age: 34
    Rank: Warrior
    Personality: Very level-headed and always battle-ready. He is a wonderful friend who always has a shoulder available to lean on.
    Appearance: Very large, with dark, stone grey fur of medium length. His eyes are a dark blue, and he has one white paw.
    Kits/mate/crush: None yet ;)
    Kin: None


    Oh, is it possible for me to join as a Medicine Cat?

  • Dusk Herd -Always Accepting....Literally-

    Hello! :) I would like to join, as a mare and potentially stallion. I was wondering, since Kitsune is unsure of his position as leader, can I create a stallion who might fight him for the herd? Just so Kitsune can assert himself :)

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  • WingClan

    OOC: Alright! :)

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    [font=times new roman]IC: Cherishsong stepped daintily into camp, a large mouse hanging from her jaws. The pretty point warrior dropped her prey into the pile and blinked, large forest eyes scanning the camp.


    Deep inside the warriors den, Cloakedheart let out a loud, echoing snore, much more suited to fighting than boring camp activities.


    Spiritfeather flounced around her den, muttering under her breath as she sorted out her herb stores. "Poppy seeds, marigold, feverfew.... It's allergy season, so where's the..." Her bright eyes narrowed as the missing culprit was discovered. "Coltsfoot!" she exclaimed. That's the missing herb!