Posts by LionsFireAndFlame

Cotton's dome cocked to the right as he watched Rodger cried. Why was everybody so sad? Even Cap was acting weird. Well, weirder than usual.

OCC: o-o Mother of God, this thread really is active.

Scorchfeather looked over his shoulder at Mysticmorning. "Yeah," he said enthusiastically. It would be nice to get some exercise. "You lead," he meowed with a quick dip of his head.

"Oh, of course," Scorchfeather answered, a hint of surprise in his deep southern drawl of a voice. He hadn't been outside in a few days.

Cap's eyelids remained sealed, but he kept his zeniths perked, listening to the conversation. A gash on his shoulder stung and sent a burning pain throughout his bodice. But his injuries weren't too vital.

Form:
Name: Shockwave
Age: 15 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Personality: Shockwave has a huge ego and is basically the 'cool' guy of the Clan. That's what he likes to think, of course. He can be very judgmental at times and might seem like a huge jerk at first sight. But once you get to know him, he's not bad at all. He cares about his friends an Clan and would die for them. He also has quite a temper, only able to keep calm for a limited time. When angry, he will curse repeatedly and might even attack.
Appearance: Shockwave is a russet colored tabby with alabaster socks, but his hind legs are completely white. He has long, silky fur and a plumy tail that is perpetually moving. It even moves in his sleep. If his tail is not moving, something is definitely wrong. He also has obsidian splotches covering his onyx black eyes.
Mate/crush/kits: N/A
Kin: He had a brother, but his whereabouts is unknown.
History: (Optional) Shockwave remembers little about where he came from, but he does remember living with Twolegs and a brother, of course. He does not remember his mom or dad.
Other: Nope.

Name: Shockwave
Gender: Tom
Age(in moons): 15 moons
Appearance: Shockwave is a russet colored tabby with alabaster socks, but his hind legs are completely white. He has long, silky fur and a plumy tail that is perpetually moving. It even moves in his sleep. If his tail is not moving, something is definitely wrong. He also has obsidian splotches covering his onyx black eyes.
Skills:(no over kill please I will allow some powers) Shockwave is swift and clever, but nothing special.
Position: Whatever positions are available.
Rp sample:(optional but I rather you do put that up of you will have a lower chance of being a dept or a leader or whatever) Shockwave slunk into the clearing, his shoulders hunched over his head. The trees cast shadows on his russet pelt, dappling it silver and obsidian. He parted his jaws, allowing an assortment of scents to flood his nostrils. He allowed his idle sets of claws to slide out of their silk, kneading the soft soil as he distinguished the mouth watering scent of a squirrel, his favorite delicacy. He swiveled around, his eyes zoning in and out as he searched for the nearby squirrel. His eyes locked on the gray creature, nibbling on an acorn, its plumy, enticing tail, twitching. He lowered his constitution, feeling his belly fur skimming the ground as he slithered closer. He came to a halt as soon as he was within a few foxlengths of the little guy. He bunched the muscles in his hind legs, his onyx black eyes aglitter with calculation. After a few heartbeats, he pushed off of the ground with his hindpaws, hooking his claws into the squirrel's tail and slamming it down against the ground. He cut off its puny squeak of distress with a clean nip to the neck.
Crush or mate: (if one) N/A
Kit or kits: N/A

Oh, and waffle la taco

Name: Strider (refused to take a warrior name)
appearance: Strider is a slender-framed tom with a white body and red forelegs, reaching down to his paw which is white. He has four white socks, actually, and his hindlegs are similar to the fores in which they take up the entire appendage except for the paw, except it's an obsidian pigment. He has faded silver stripes along his pure white pelt that end at the tip of his tail. His tail is a thick black plume that is perpetually moving, even in his sleep. If his tail is not moving, then something is wrong. He has obsidian splotches covering his onyx black eyes, resembling sunglasses whenever he closes his eyes.
history: Strider remembers little about his history, but he does remember a brother. But the whereabouts of his brother is unknown to this day. He was raised in a kittypet home, but was soon abandoned, left to fend for himself. And that was the day he discovered Clans.
personality:(no meet me's) Strider is basically the 'cool' feline of the Clan. At least that's what he likes to think. He has a huge ego and is oftentimes very judgmental of others. He will jeer at your missed opportunities at catching fresh-kill, taunt you, etc. Strider may seem like a jackass when you first meet him (which is true) but he is actually caring for his friends and Clan and would die for them. He also has quite a temper. He can keep calm for a limited time, but when he gets angry, it will last the whole entire day. He will curse repeatedly and might even attack.
crush/mate: N/A
other: Potato sandwiches are yummy.
Rp sample: Strider slunk into the moonlit clearing, his shoulders hunched over his bobbing head. The trees cast shadows along his pelt, arranging it in a dazzling array of white and black. He parted his jaws, drawing in the assortment of scents of the forest. He could still smell the precipitation that had ceased a few minutes ago, but he distinguished the especially mouth-watering scent of a squirrel, his favorite delicacy. A mischevious smirk was plastered on his face as he could already hear the soft pitter patter of paws behind him. He cautiously turned, his onyx black eyes zoning in and out as he spotted the gray creature, its plumy, enticing tail twitching. It was casually nibbling on an acorn, unaware of his presence. Strider lowered his constitution, his belly fur skimming the ground as he slithered closer to the little guy. He came to a halt as soon as he was within a few mouselengths of it. Strider allowed his idle sets of claws to slide out of their silk, kneading the terrain with anticipation as he bunched the muscles in his hind legs, his eyes aglitter with calculation. After a few heartbeats, he pushed off of the ground with his hindpaws, claws and teeth flashing in the night. He hooked a claw into the squirrel's tail, slamming it violently against the ground. Strider drew his tongue along his whiskers, shooting forward to cut off its puny squeak of terror with a clean nip to the neck.
Desired rank: I'll take whatever is available.
How active are you?: I'll be pretty active.
Age: 15 moons
Gender: Tom

Screen Name: turntechGodhead
Name: Shockfrost
Gender: Tom
Age: 15 moons
Rank: I'll take whatever is available.
Looks: Shockfrost is a slender-framed tom with a white body with faded silver stripes. His forelegs are both a vibrant red hue with white socks and the same goes for his hindlegs, except the color of the legs are an obsidian pigment, with the socks of course. He has long, silky fur and a thick black plume of a tail that is perpetually in motion, even in his sleep. If his tail is not moving, then something is wrong. He has black splotches covering his onyx black eyes, resembling sunglasses whenever he closes his eyes.
Personality: Shockfrost is technically the 'cool' feline of the Clan. That's what he likes to think, at least. He has a huge ego and can be very judgmental, jeering at cats when they fail to catch a piece of prey etc. He also has quite the temper, only able to tolerate certain types of cats and can only keep calm for a limited time. When he gets mad he will curse repeatedly all day and never shuts up. Although he can seem like a huge jackass when you first meet him (which he is) he cares for his friends and Clan, willing to die for them.
Crush/Mate: He has a little crush on Darkmoon, but is too stuck up to admit it to anyone.
Kits: N/A
Kin: He does remember a brother, but his whereabouts are unknown.
History(optional): Shockfrost remembers little about his history, but he was raised in a Twoleg home. The Twolegs soon abandoned him, leaving him to fend for himself. He soon discovered Clans.
Theme Song(optional): Professional Griefers by Deadmau5 feat. Gerard Way
Other: N/A

Name: Strider
Age: 15 moons
Gender: Tom
Appearance: Strider is a slender-framed tom with a white body with faded silver stripes. His forelegs are both a vibrant red hue with white socks and the same goes for his hindlegs, except the color of the legs are an obsidian pigment, with the socks of course. He has long, silky fur and a thick black plume of a tail that is perpetually in motion, even in his sleep. If his tail is not moving, then something is wrong. He has black splotches covering his onyx black eyes, resembling sunglasses whenever he closes his eyes.
Personality: Strider is technically the 'cool' feline of the Clan. That's what he likes to think, at least. He has a huge ego and can be very judgmental, jeering at cats when they fail to catch a piece of prey etc. He also has quite the temper, only able to tolerate certain types of cats and can only keep calm for a limited time. When he gets mad he will curse repeatedly all day and never shuts up. Although he can seem like a huge jackass when you first meet him (which he is) he cares for his friends and Clan, willing to die for them.
Rank: I'll take whatever is available.
Family?: He used to have an older brother, but his whereabouts are unknown. His mom and dad abandoned him.

I can make a medicine cat if you want. But herbs aren't really my specialty. :n

Name: Jaytalon
Gender: Tom
Age(in moons): 31 moons
Appearance: A silver-gray tom with black dapples splotching his pelt. He has alabaster paws, chest, and tailtip. His eartips are black. He is short and skinny, but he has a very long tail that is longer than even his own body. It always drags on the ground. He has ocean blue eyes threaded with green.
Skills:(no over kill please I will allow some powers) He is good at talking his way out of things.
Position: Medicine cat
Rp sample:(optional but I rather you do put that up of you will have a lower chance of being a dept or a leader or whatever) You've already seen it.
Crush or mate: (if one) N/A
Kit or kits: (if any) N/A

Name: Shockwave
Gender: Tom
Rank: Whatever is available.
Appearance: A slender-framed tom with an alabaster colored body. His fore legs are a vibrant red hue and his hindlegs are an obsidian pigment. He has four white paws. His fur is very long and silky, along with a black plume of a tail that is perpetually moving, even in his sleep. If his tail isn't moving, something is definitely wrong. He has obsidian splotches covering his onyx black eyes, resembling sunglasses whenever he blinks.
Personality: Shockwave is technically the 'cool' feline of the Clan. That's what he likes to think, of course. He has a huge ego and is very judgmental of other cats, such as jeering and taunting others who have missed out on an opportunity to catch prey. He also has quite the temper. He can only tolerate certain types of cats and isn't very patient at all. When he's angry, he more annoying than anything. He curses repeatedly and will never shut up all day. Although Shockwave can be a jerk, he really does care about his friends and Clanmates.
Skill (Only one!): Shockwave is very swift, able to outrun many cats in the Clan.
Dislikes: Disobedient kits, enemy Clans, foxes, heights, blood
Likes: Most kits, his friends, water, running, hunting
Crush: He has a little crush on Rainingwhispers, but is too stuck up to admit it to anyone
Mate: N/A
Kits: N/A
Kin: He remembers a brother, but his whereabouts in unknown.
History: Shockwave was born and raised in the Clan.
Picture if possible: ...Heh
Scars: No scars so far.
Disadvantages (at least 1!): Shockwave tends to be forgetful.
Other: N/A

OCC: I haven't been on in a while :x Sorry 'bout that.

IC: Falcontuft rested in the shade of a tree, his eyes dull with exhaustion. He rested his head on his crossed paws, his tail twitching to and fro.

Let's go with Protector.

Yes of course. And I didn't mean the actual human cuss words. I meant like, foxdung, mousebrain etc.

Let's go with warrior.

Shockwave stalked out of his den, his head held high and his tail twitching to and fro, sweeping the ground with each stride. He nodded in greeting at Terrastar, turning to repeat the process to Jaytalon.

Jaytalon grimaced, reluctantly returning Shockwave's gesture with a curt wave of his tail.

"Oh, hi," Falcontuft greeted the leader with a respectful dip of his head and a warm smile plastered on his muzzle.

name; Shockwave
gender; Tom
rank wanted; Warrior
crush/mate/kits; Solarquix/No kits/No mate
looks; Shockwave is a slender, alabaster tom with a black plume of a tail that is perpetually moving, even in his sleep. If his tail is still, something is wrong. His forelegs are a vibrant red hue with white paws and his hindlegs are obsidian, also with white paws. He has barely noticeable silver stripes along his pelt. He has black splotches covering his onyx black eyes, resembling sunglasses whenever he closes his eyes.
age; 15 moons
personality; Shockwave likes to think he's the 'cool' guy of the Clan. He has a huge ego and is very judgmental of other cats, jeering at them whenever they make the tiniest mistake. He hates being wrong and also hates being criticized. He also has quite the temper. Shockwave isn't very patient and can easily be annoyed. And when he's angry, it's not necessarily scary, but annoying. He constantly complains when angry. Although Shockwave can be a huge jerk, he does care for his Clanmates, ready to give up his life for them.
other; N/A