The game is easy. I say a word, and the person that replies puts down the first thing that comes into their head. Then that person posts a word, and the next person puts down the first thing that comes into their head - so on and so forth.
I'll start~
Banana
Character Name: Turtledove
Character Age: 23 moons (1.11 years)
Gender: she-cat
Alliance: ThunderClan
Rank: warrior
Appearance (6 or more sentences): From a distance, Turtledove is seen as a small grayish-white she-cat with light blue eyes. But if you take the time to examine her, you'll find that she is like a detailed painting, peeled right off the paper. A few abstract designs formed by flecks that are slightly darker than her base color scatter the area around her shoulders. While most of her is a plain light gray-silvery color, the toes on her paws are a dark blue-gray. Her tail is slightly crooked at the very tip, and the pads of her paws are pink with a brownish tint that gives them a slight rusty look to them. Two round pools of turquoise rest above her bubble gum pink nose, their color reflecting the sea.
Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements): Turtledove is a fairly nice young she-cat, though she does have ups and downs to her personality. Let's start with the ups - she's kind, generous, and loyal, doing anything to make sure that everyone is put before herself. She's very caring, and she'll love every kit in the nursery as if they were her own. She also has a good sense of humor, meaning she knows a joke when she hears one, and she can also come up with a few funny comments herself. Now for the downs - Turtledove...well, I guess you could say she isn't necessarily the smartest. She's a bit of an airhead, if you know what I mean. The obvious answer to something will be floating right in front of her nose and her own answer will be way off from the right one. This white feline is also easily annoyed. Let's say a Clanmate is just walking by, minding his or her own business, and he steps on her tail. If you picture a cartoon version of Turtledove, you'll see steam coming out of her ears as she'll most likely yell at that cat and grumble and groan and say things like "Great StarClan!" or "For the love of StarClan..." or something along those lines.
---Likes (at least 3): Turtledove enjoys long walks in the forest, fresh air, storytelling, and butting into conversations.
--- Dislikes (at least 3): Turtledove dislikes bullies, pigeons, and party poopers.
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): Turtledove is, despite her lack of brains, is actually a pretty good key to battle. She's agile, stealthy, a good spy, and a quick climber.
---Weaknesses (At least 3): She's air-headed, can't swim, cannot run for long distances, and has a fear of rabbits. (It sounds silly, but, remember Longtail? Well, yeah.)
History (8 or more sentences):
Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio):
Comments (optional):
Someday, it will come together -- someday we will work it out~ c:
Music.
What's your first thought in the games?
"Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god I'm gonna die I'm gonna die."
If you could pick the terrain what would it be?
Hmm... beach, or abandoned city.
Which weapon do you prefer?
Axe! 
If your mentor refused to help you what would you do?
I would give him a piece of my mind.
How would you train for the games?
Axes, swimming, climbing, plant identifying.
If you had a job (in modern times) what would it be?
Actress... does that count? If not, author.
Let's say there's a bully at school that tries to fight you, what do you do?
I would fight back, no doubt about that.
Are you a hunter or a gatherer?
Hunter.
Offense or Defense
Defense...
If you had to swim, even in shark-infested waters, would you?
I would make my ally go first to see if it's safe. :P
Emmett took a step back and growled at her. "Watch where you're going," he hissed, flipping his ebony hair out of his face.
Krystal, the female tribute from District 7, waited with anticipation as her time quickly ticked away. 60, 59, 58... Her heart felt as if it were pounding against her chest and she could barely breathe. She spotted an axe and a pack not too far off from where she stood, but that didn't stop her from feeling worried. Her whole life was at stake - it would be, once that clock reached zero. 40, 39, 38...
Emmett blinked slowly when he saw her face, but he immediately shook away those thoughts once they entered his mind. "It's fine," he said gruffly.
10, 9, 8... 'Oh my god, it's already down to eight seconds,' Krystal thought with worry. She dropped into a running stance and focused all of her attention on the pack and the axe. 7, 6, 5...
OOC - Mhm.
I glanced at her. "I don't need protection," I grumbled stubbornly.
Olivekit sat in the back of the nursery den, curled up on her nest. She watched, green eyes filled with pain, as the other kits enjoyed their day by playing games with their friends and littermates and chatting with them and simply having fun. Olivekit felt like she was going to cry. She buried her nose under her paw and whimpered quietly - but of course, nobody noticed her. Other kits avoided her because her father was a terrible rogue that was executed before she was born. Her mother died while giving birth to her, and even though the older warriors were kind to her, she often heard them saying things like she was a demon that killed her own mother. They didn't understand that she wasn't her father - but they would never listen to her, anyways. Would anyone ensure that she wouldn't have to live her life like this?
4, 3, 2, 1...
GONG!!
After a couple seconds of shock, Krystal leaped off her metal plate and ran directly towards the pack and the axe, unaware that Corey was headed for the backpack too, as well as the sword that lay on the other side of it.
Emmett crossed his arms. "So. Um." He awkwardly glanced at the ground. He wasn't the best at conversing with... well, you know, humans. "Uh, what's your name?"
"You're lucky you're my twin or else I'd slap you," I tell her, even though I'm very tempted to actually slap her right now. I shoot one last glare her way before storming away.
Pain soared through Krystal's face as she bumped into another tribute then toppled over onto the ground, landing face-first on a hard stone. She scrambled to her feet and placed a hand on her face. There was a scratch on her forehead but it wasn't deep. She stared at Corey in fear and backed away from the pack.
"Y-You can have it..." she said. "Just please don't kill me..."
"Whatever!" I called back. I stormed into the forest, my gray-blue eyes blazing with anger. It gets on my nerves how she thinks it's her job to protect me at all costs... it was kind of her at first, but now it's just annoying. My life doesn't need to be under her watch 24/7! I glanced over my shoulder, suspecting that she had followed me out here. Luckily, she hadn't.
OOC - what's your person's name?
Olivekit glanced up at the three other kits in confusion. "...Why do you care?" she mumbled. She didn't mean to sound rude, she was honestly just curious as to why they cared about how she felt. Everyone hated her - that's how it had been ever since she was born.
"I'm Emmett; nice to meet you, Sabrina." He offered her a crooked smile before sitting back down on the bench and folding his hands in his lap. What am I doing? he thought to himself. Demons don't speak with humans!
Olivekit brightened a little before frowning again. "This isn't just an act, isn't? Last I checked, I wasn't particularly 'liked' by the other cats here."
