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  • Ꮁhe Ꮅack Ᏼarn || (ᏚᏆᏩN-ᏬᎵ ᎱnᏟᏝᏬDᏋD)

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    [font=times][color=black]Maxxie watched Rukia, a pained expression on her face. Why did you tell her? she chastised herself angrily, now upset about the state she'd put the alpha female in. Shaking her head and having nothing else to say, she wandered away. The whole thing really was just a mess. She wished Alejandro were here so she could just leave, she didn't really belong here anyway. Who was this stray, thinking she could join these dogs? Snap out of it, grow a spine. Shaking her head again, Maxxie continued on until a strange scent hit her nose. She hadn't met even half the dogs that lived here, but all of their scents hung around the barn. This one though, this was unfamiliar and it was mixed with the alphas' pups. Deciding to take the safe route, the lithe collie followed it at a ground-eating trot.

  • Ѡαи∂єяєяѕ Ɵƒ Ƭнє Ѡιи∂ѕωєρт Ϭσяgє || ЯǷ Ƭняєα∂!~

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    [font=andale mono]Rose || 3 years || 16.2 hands || Subject


    [font=times]ooc. if it's not okay to rp Rosie, let me know Noodles


    ic. Rose tentatively sniffed the grass before her, her sensitive nose smelling out the sweetest bits. It was quiet and she could see everybody around her, a few horses talking over there, Static trotting around and scouting, others grazing.

  •  ҉  ТӇЄ ӇӨЯSЄS ӨF СӨUGAЯ САИУӨИ   ҉

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    Welcome to Cougar Canyon
    [font=times]can you survive the menace?


    [font=courier]Welcome to Cougar Canyon, where survival is our main priority. Our herd is a close family brought together by the threat of the mountain lions who regularly prey on us. Life here is tough and you need to be the strongest of all to make it in this forsaken place. Continue if you think you've got what it takes.


    [size=16pt]||the canyon ||[/size]
    the canyon is located in the mountains.
    at its widest point is where us horses make residence, but the winding trail has varying width.
    sometimes it's so thin a horse can barely squeeze by, and sometimes the passage is large enough for the whole herd to run shoulder to shoulder through it.
    a river runs continuously through it, moving lazily through where we sleep and becoming rapids downstream.
    the river has varying depths but only the strongest horses can swim in the deepest and fastest moving water.
    grass grows luciously along the side of the river, extending only three feet out and then dying.
    as you can guess, this means we sometimes have to make do with tougher plants that also grow in the canyon when the river is dry.
    flash floods don't happen often but when they do, all you can do is stake it out and hope you're a good swimmer.


    [size=16pt]|| the horses ||[/size]
    because life here is so tough, all horses are kept as long as they don't challenge the leaders, including colts and stallions.
    there are many ranks in our herd, and they go as follows:
    ~ lead stallion & lead mare (HP)
    they lead the herd and make decisions. never to be questioned
    ~ advisors [1 male & 1 female] (HP)
    these horses do not have to be mates. they are strong and take orders without question
    ~ sages [healers] (HP)
    they do not work with herbs but rather have a good sense of healing and know how to attend to an injured or sick horse
    ~ rangers (HP)
    probably the bravest horses in the herd, they scout the canyon for lions and travel either alone or in small groups. have to be light and fast
    ~ the herd
    the horses
    ~ colts & fillies [encompasses ages 1-2]
    ~ foals
    ~ sacreds
    these are the horses that are all eventually offered to the lions. they are low and cannot breed


    power goes in descent.
    failure to obey your highers means sacrifice


    [size=16pt]|| the lions ||[/size]
    as far as we know, there are five individual cougars living in the canyon. yes, five. this large number puts us at higher risk than any other herd. in order to lessen the attacks on us, one sacred a month is offered to the lions. a sacred is a horse with any sort of weakness and it is law that they do not resist their fate.
    lions can only be roleplayed by me


    [size=16pt]|| positions ||[/size]
    leaders chosen ic
    [RESERVED]
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    advisors chosen either ic/off your bio
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    -


    sages chosen either ic/off your bio
    -
    -
    -


    rangers chosen either ic/off your bio

    Paradox (Pexx)

    Paradox (Pexx)
    Paradox (Pexx)

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    [RESERVED]
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    the herd

    Brook

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    colts & fillies


    foals


    sacreds


    [size=16pt]|| rules ||[/size]
    ~minimal cussing allowed
    ~as many horses as you want as long as you can keep track of them
    ~only one horse as an hp at a time
    ~good grammar, at least two sentences per post
    ~put 'narwhal' in the code if you've read these
    ~more later


    [size=16pt]|| form ||[/size]

    Code
    1. Username:
    2. Horse name:
    3. Horse age:
    4. Appearance [pic required]:
    5. Personality:
    6. Rank desired:
    7. Code:


    I know it's a lot guys, but join up!!

  • Question

    [align=center][font=times][color=white]I have a question pertaining to the shop, I hope somebody can answer


    Do the animals/items you buy in the shop carry over/apply to subaccounts? On my other account I have some cool (and expensive!!) things that I bought, but I don't really use that account for posting anymore. Do I have to switch over to that account in order to use the item, or can I use it on this subaccount without being policed?

  • Question

    [align=center][font=times][color=white]Since it's a subaccount no I can't use the stuff, or no it doesn't matter?

  • Ꮁhe Ꮅack Ᏼarn || (ᏚᏆᏩN-ᏬᎵ ᎱnᏟᏝᏬDᏋD)

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    [font=times]Meanwhile in the city, TV screens across the board flashed warnings--forest fires. It was the season for them, and an inferno from far away mountains had raged towards the city and was only getting closer and closer. Evacuation plans were being made, estimated time to reach the city was three hours.


    The wind shifted and Maxxie caught nose of a dangerous scent. The smell of smoke hit her nose like a punch and she whimpered. Turning back to the barn, she searched for either Rukia or Sebatian, calling their names. If the wind had turned like that, it meant the flames would soon be roaring through the dry forest to the barn. "Rukia! Sebastian!" she called urgently.

  • Hareleap of Riverclan

    [align=center][font=times][color=white]Character Name:
    Hareleap


    Character Age:
    37 moons [3 years and 1 month]


    Gender:
    Tom


    Alliance:
    RiverClan


    Rank:
    Warrior


    Appearance (6 or more sentences):
    The main base color of this cat's pelt seems to be a rusty red, just like the hares that bound through the moors of WindClan in the fall, as he was named after. His toes are a cream off-white, as if he had gingerly dipped them in a bucket of paint. The rest of him goes from a tan-red to darker colors towards his spine. Stripes leak down his side again like paint that had dripped down, stretching to his belly where they fade away. Now onto his phsyique. Hareleap is a thin, lean cat but it's easy to spot the muscles that lace along the length of his body. Tall legs make his running strides more leaps and bounds. The most interesting thing about him, however, is his oustanding climbing abilities despite having about only two inches of tail. His hind legs are powerful and can propel him up any tree as fast as a squirrel, but a fall from a high vantage point is always a fatal risk, because he has no tail to stick his land.


    Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements):
    Ever since his kithood, Hareleap has had a cocky, independant personality. Orders are not followed easily and he has a tendancy to go against the grain in every and all activities. Whether it's being told to stay away from the river when it's flooded, or just catching a certain type of prey, Hareleap can be counted on to do the opposite. This type of rebellion coupled with the fact that he will never back down from a challenge makes for dangerous games that he and his clanmates will sometimes play. When he isn't off getting his hide into trouble, he's usually off pursuing she-cats. All of them are beautiful to him, and his outgoing personality is almost always a winner with the ladies. Hareleap is made of pure confidence, shrugging off rejections and carrying on. Underneath all of this is a very loyal cat who will take no crap from anybody who tries to put him or his loved ones down. When it comes to defense, Hareleap has the strength of a lion.


    ---Likes (at least 3): She-cats of course, climbing trees, and thinking up new dares
    --- Dislikes (at least 3): Being told what to do, solo hunting trips, bees
    ---Strengths (No MORE than 5): His agility, endurance, and unwillingness to back down from situations that most would shy from
    ---Weaknesses (At least 3): His stunted tail (very bad balance in battle and while running, and he sometimes has trouble in tough water), his lack of brute strength, his inability to follow orders


    History (8 or more sentences):
    Though he now swims like a fish, Hareleap wasn't always a pure RiverClanner. His mother was a WindClan cat, which is where he gets his tall legs and fast strides. His father lived in RiverClan, but was half ThunderClan, meaning Hareleap's RiverClan blood is only a small 25% as compared to the 100% of his Clanmates. His sister was named Mistykit and the pair of them were born into WindClan. Their parents, once in love, got into a terrible fight over where the kits would be raised and as a result their two Clans were plunged into war. It was a cold, frosty night when RiverClan made their attack. Creeping across the moor with stealth unheard of for their Clan, they attacked WindClan in their nests. The nursery was raided and Harekit and Mistykit were stolen from their mother's side. She was killed defending them. The rest of the kits were also exterminated in an act of merciless cruelty. In the yowling mess, Mistykit strayed from her brother and captor and stumbled into the fray, where she was trapped beneath a pair of fighting warriors. When the bloody battle was over Harekit was the only kitten to make it out alive and his triumphant father brought him back to RiverClan, where his "true heritage" lay.


    Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio):
    Hareleap's heart skipped about five beats as he lost his footing and his unsheathed claws shredded down the side of the narrow log. Hugging the fallen tree he carefully regained his balance while the group of cats cheered behind him. Some shouted encouragements and others jeered, hoping he would come crawling back to the other side. Beneath the young warrior the river surged through the gorge, still angry from last night's storm which had knocked down the tree. His dare had been to cross the log which spanned over the impossibly wide gorge, and he was regretting it now.
    His stump of a tail moved as if it were long as he tentatively creeped along. Snickers behind him, somebody told him to get a move on. I'll show them I can do it, he said mentally. Steeling his courage, he gathered his muscles and bounded the rest of the way, claws throwing bark behind him. He leaped the final four feet, landing on the other side with his fur fluffed and his heart pounding. As he caught his breath he looked back at the group of his Clanmates with his typical cocky grin. "Now make it back!" they shouted. Hareleap glanced at the log, knowing the only way back was to cross it but unwilling to do so.
    He stepped onto the wooden surface, quickly looking down at the roaring river and then up again. Then he picked up the run once more, his ears flattened in concentration. He rocketed through the group, claws digging into the ground to slow himself. Slowly the crowd dispersed, some of the cats having lost their dinners tonight while betting on his success.
    "How'd you enjoy the show?" he asked Honeyreed, one of the many she-cats who had caught his eye. "Screw off," she replied, but the tom could hear the playfulness and see the smile. Together they walked back to the Clan behind the rest.


    Comments (optional):
    hellur.

  • Ꮁhe Ꮅack Ᏼarn || (ᏚᏆᏩN-ᏬᎵ ᎱnᏟᏝᏬDᏋD)

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    [font=times]Spotting Rukia, Maxxie came over. "Smell that?" she asked, referring to the burning scent. She was nervous, it was unlikely that it would reach the barn but she couldn't supress the feeling of forebodence.


    ooc. plot addition! Rukia shrugs it off saying it won't come here and then in the night it's like dramatic chaos and they all need to run to the mountsins