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Post by C H I Y O on Mar 25, 2016 15:14:36 GMT -5
*- Before you ask, no. Sorry. This isn't a Group roleplay. Just a small roleplay of my character Error I decided to throw it. It isn't necessary to put a form to join in on the roleplay. Though please try to make your characters appearance known.
 Error is a small cat. Small as the size of a two moon kit. A tea-cup to be exact. Error is a Rag-doll tea-cup. She's practically a small ball of kit fluff. She has dirty cream fur, almost looking grey. She has dark brown Siamese markings; a small dark brown muzzle, ears, and tail. She has white sock markings on all four paws and dark blue eyes.
Error's den is a small burrow underneath a tree. The burrow entrance is fairly small and probably can't accommodate a fully grown average cat. Laying around are scraps of grass and bark. The tree is big, but splits mid-way into several branches. Error often sits at on the split of the tree and watches. 
You are welcome to roleplay
Error pulled her body from the burrow, dirt scrambled among the roots of her fuzzed fur. She grumbled under her breathe upon noticing, giving herself quick shakes, before licking her back fur down. After that bothersome task was finished, she eagerly moved to the bark of the tree, her bobbed tail wagging. She jumped onto her hind-quarters, placing her front paws on the bark as she unsheathed her small claws, digging them as securely as she could into the bark. Even as she slowly inched her way upwards toward the split of the tree, her body shook profoundly, desperately latched onto the bark. Falling now would probably hurt. Nonetheless, the arrogant she continued her quest up, eventually her fluffed paws skimming the surface as she put her paws on solid ground, pulling herself up as she settled on the split section of the tree, her hind paws pressed against the back of the tree, as her front paws hanged loosely off, her eyes observing the terrain around her. Perhaps she'd be find some food? |
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Post by melo-crisis on Mar 26, 2016 16:01:45 GMT -5
//I'm gonna make an enemy who always wants to hunt her down for no reason. And maybe a friend later in the roleplay. Maybe Error manages to steal the other cat's food? A skinny silver she-cat with ticked brown tabby fur and with the top of her head russet had managed to catch a mouse. She would bring them back to her home, which was an abandoned badger's den. She buried the mouse, and continued her hunt, sniffing for prey. caught the scent of a squirrel. Excellent. Woodpecker thought to herself as she tracked it down. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2016 17:13:12 GMT -5
A black cat with multiple scars stared from the forest, watching Error carefully. (By the way, you need to post on Lifeclan, it's been a while!)
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Post by C H I Y O on Mar 27, 2016 13:56:46 GMT -5
(( I imagine Error's personality doesn't especially fit that kinda of action like stealing. Who knows though. ))
The small she sat on the split, her deep blue eyes watching attentively. You never knew when a predator such as a hawk or weasel would enter into her scent sights. For the most part her eyes would watch the sky, then the ground. Her nose gently quivered like that of a rabbits. |
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Post by melo-crisis on Mar 27, 2016 14:05:42 GMT -5
//I was thinking that she might've stolen it on accident. Or maybe Woodpecker simply doesn't like others.
Woodpecker leapt up the tree silently, following the squirrel. It perked as it felt the tree's weight change, and quickly scrambled higher, forcing Woodpecker to climb faster, but she eventually lost it. "Mouse dung." She muttered to herself. She came across a mouse as she was returning to her home, and sniffed the air for any scents of other prey. She was growing sick on mice.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2016 14:19:44 GMT -5
(Once again, C H I Y O you need to post on Lifeclan..) His yellow eyes gazed around before he darted back into the dark of the forest, towards a river. |
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Post by Reed on Mar 27, 2016 14:23:51 GMT -5
The small Marie coon-Turkish van white and ginger tabby glanced around, his silver bell ringing softly as he moved through the forest in scratch of some kind of water, his throat throbbing for something to drink and possibly a fish or something that could be found near a river. His long, feathery tail waved behind him in joy as he noticed a small river and he raced towards it his odd eyes gleaming in pleasure. He sipped a small bit of water which clenched his dry throat then waited.
It had been two moons since he had seen another cat but that didn't bother him at all. His father and siblings had been cruel because of his odd-eyed-ness and he loved being free from that.
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Post by C H I Y O on Mar 27, 2016 14:43:53 GMT -5
(( Sorry, but I most likely won't be roleplaying in LifeClan. Just remove my characters. ))
Error wasn't stupid, for sure. She could feel the set of eyes on her, and she didn't like it. They vanished after a moment, and she allowed her gazes to scrape about the landscape, her bobbed tail twitching. She slowly rose from her paws and then peered upwards. No hawks. She sniffed the air. No land predators nearby for the moment. Her paws tingled, from sitting for too long. Time to find a meal. |
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Post by melo-crisis on Mar 27, 2016 14:54:44 GMT -5
Woodpecker growled as she once again missed a squirrel. Why must they be so hard? She had caught a thrush, but simply because she wanted to see how hard it was. It was still food, however, and she took it with her back to her home.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2016 15:03:28 GMT -5
The small Marie coon-Turkish van white and ginger tabby glanced around, his silver bell ringing softly as he moved through the forest in scratch of some kind of water, his throat throbbing for something to drink and possibly a fish or something that could be found near a river. His long, feathery tail waved behind him in joy as he noticed a small river and he raced towards it his odd eyes gleaming in pleasure. He sipped a small bit of water which clenched his dry throat then waited. It had been two moons since he had seen another cat but that didn't bother him at all. His father and siblings had been cruel because of his odd-eyed-ness and he loved being free from that. (You always run into me.. my cats going to a river.. XD) Moon, was the name of this battle-scarred black cat with yellow eyes as he paced throught the forest to the river. Suddenly, he saw another cat. What's with all these cats today? I'm pretty sure Thunderclan is'nt moving in, he mewed in his thoughts. He was thirsty, but he just waited, hoping the tabby cat did'nt see him. |
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Post by Reed on Mar 27, 2016 15:14:47 GMT -5
(Heh, yea XD @sugarlolli )
The tabby and white tom sensed someone nearby, his whiskers twitching but didn't move any more then that. A silver flash appeared in the water and he suddenly struck, catching the fish in a swift swipe before throwing it on the bank shire. "Not bad...But I want a trout"he stated and stared into the middle of the river where a big juicy trout was, chances was he wouldn't catch it.
He was good at swimming and fishing but he couldn't fight well so he glanced around spotting the black scarred tom but not saying anything. He dived into the river and began to swim to catch the fish, the fish tried to swim away but he was hot on its trail. He hooked it up in his claws. It somehow manage to get away."Fish-brain!"he scolded himself.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2016 15:20:13 GMT -5
(Heh, yea XD @sugarlolli ) The tabby and white tom sensed someone nearby, his whiskers twitching but didn't move any more then that. A silver flash appeared in the water and he suddenly struck, catching the fish in a swift swipe before throwing it on the bank shire. "Not bad...But I want a trout"he stated and stared into the middle of the river where a big juicy trout was, chances was he wouldn't catch it. He was good at swimming and fishing but he couldn't fight well so he glanced around spotting the black scarred tom but not saying anything. He dived into the river and began to swim to catch the fish, the fish tried to swim away but he was hot on its trail. He hooked it up in his claws. It somehow manage to get away."Fish-brain!"he scolded himself. (I'm terrible at long posts, Reed )  Moon.. xD (credit to whoever made tihs..) But he's way darker colored XD |
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Post by Reed on Mar 27, 2016 15:26:35 GMT -5
(It's fine, I'm not very good at them but sometimes I get caught up in Rp's XD @sugarlolli )
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2016 16:05:07 GMT -5
(Deer, i got the amazing idea of Moonflower (it would be a spoiler to tell))
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