Post by ✞~Spottedleaf ~✞ on Aug 30, 2015 21:22:08 GMT -5
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✞~Spottedleaf ~✞ Member since October 28th, 2011 Moderator since May 30th, 2013 Please feel free to message me if you have any questions! [Signed! -Falcon_star] "You're my goofy friend" -✻Dawnleaf✻
I decided to apply because this roleplay looked to be well structured. Username: XxDrWolfehxX Cat's name: Willowfrost Appearance: (With photo, if it's not too much trouble)Willowfrost is a silver tabby she with almost swirl like patterns on her sides. Her back paws have full white socks, while her front are only white at the toes, whilst her eyes are a sharp orange. Personality: She is quiet but strong, and trys to never let her emotions control her. She has an extreme respect for Graystar due to his age and past but being able to balance being a leader so well. She has an odd but extreme hate for those that boast and make themselves out to be the best, and sometimes can get loud at those type of cats due to that hate. She has dreamed of having a mate and kits sometimes, but she thought she shouldn't because shes scared she won't be a good mother to the kits due to her awkwardness around kits in the first place. Despite her strength though, she doesnt like to resolve everything with a fight, thinking that if you can you need to talk the disagreement out. She also knows when to stop pushing herself and to retreat, gaining herself a sort of wisdom that overpowers her strength. History: She grew up barely knowing her mother, and she never knew who her father was. From that, she grew to be silent, always watching when the apprentices would practice or play in the camp so that she could try to learn early. Because of that, she got stronger quicker, and learns things fast. As an apprentice she only grew stronger, but she still barely ever utters a single meow. Age: 28 Rank: Warrior Family: She doesn't really know her family Crush: (In Rp Later On!) Kits: N/A Mate: N/A Other?: She/Her, Has an odd fear of spiders which makes it annoying when she goes to get webs for an injury on her. Despite her strength, shes a little average when hunting. (Not the best hunter in the clan, that's for sure.)
Sorry if this was a little short, I didn't wanna put some crazy history or whatever on her. Just a quiet, strong and wise cat. C:
Cloverpaw is a pale ginger tabby and white tom. His ginger fur extends over his head and almost to his eyes, and goes back all the way to his tail. The tabby markings are faint but visible. His face, chest, undersides, tail tip, and legs are white. Both his nose and paw pads are a pale pink, and his eyes are a dull hazel. Most of his fur is still soft and downy, showing his young age, but isn't particularly long. He's small for a tom, but not extremely so, and more lean that muscular.
Personality: Cloverpaw is rather clumsy and what some might call "socially awkward," but his mother is sure he'll grow out of it and his enthusiasm makes up for any errors he might make. He's timid and doesn't have a lot of confidence in himself, and often needs encouragement from other cats. When he was younger, he'd often try to break up fights among the other kits, and still is very much a pacifist. Perhaps this is part of why he chose the path of a medicine cat, along with his fascination with herbs and treatments at a young age. Hunting and fighting never interested him as much as herblore did. He's also kind and empathetic, good qualities for a medicine cat. He is a conformist and tries his best to follow the warrior code and obey his leader and mentor, but his heart will often lead him in a different direction. He enjoys socializing with the other apprentices, but needs alone time as well.
History: Cloverkit was born in early greenleaf, along with one littermate. His mother was very caring towards them, but his father didn't visit very often, too busy with warrior duties. He rarely caused any trouble, unlike the other more adventurous kits. He took an interest in the medicine cat den early on and would often hang out there and watch the medicine cat rather than joining the other kits in their games. Eventually, he was apprenticed to the medicine cat at six moons.
Age: 6 moons Rank: Medicine cat apprentice Family: None, but feel free to request to be related to him~ Crush: Nope. Kits: Nope. Mate: Nope. Other?: Nope. Username: ☼ Sorrelleaf ☼ Cat's name: Dappleclaw Appearance:
Dappleclaw is a torbie with white undersides. Her fur is covered with dappled ginger and brown patches with clearly defined mackerel tabby markings. Her eyes are leaf green and she has a brick red nose and paw pads. She has large ears and long whiskers, and is large and muscular. Her fur is short and wiry with a thick undercoat. She has several scars as well.
Personality: Dappleclaw is a friendly and outgoing she-cat, at least towards her clanmates. She is fiercely loyal to her clan and has no patience for other clans outside of the gathering. Her fury can reach dangerous levels during a battle, and often she will block out everything else while fighting. That's not to say she fights without tact; she is a fine fighter and plans her moves carefully. She's also very protective. But aside from the battlefield, she enjoys chatting with her clanmates and hunting. She is very diligent and works hard for her clan, and is very confident in her abilities, even somewhat arrogant. Kits aren't a great interest of hers, but she would like to work with an apprentice someday. She's ambitious, but honorable.
History: Dapplekit was born in the clan during greenleaf, and grew up competing with her siblings constantly. Her mother wasn't in the nursery often and she and her littermates were taken care of by an older queen for the most part. She was apprenticed and became a warrior after a battle with GorseClan, earning the suffix -claw for her combat expertise. She has come along with almost every battle patrol since then, always eager to fight.
Age: 30 moons Rank: Warrior Family: None, but feel free to request to be related to her~ Crush: None yet, might develop in roleplay~ Kits: Nope. Mate: Nope. Other?: Nope. Username: ☼ Sorrelleaf ☼ Cat's name: Martinpelt Appearance:
Martinpelt is a black and white "tuxedo" she-cat. She has white that starts from the area between her eyes and goes down to her muzzle, and then to her chest and belly. Her tail tip and paws are also white. The remainder of her fur is black, but when she lies in the sun it looks like it has brown highlights. Both her nose and paw pads are pale pink. Her eyes are a gold-ish green. She has an average build and short fur.
Personality: Martinpelt is usually easygoing and relaxed, and is very much an ambivert. However, she has a tendency to become impatient, which doesn't help her hunting skills. She is adaptive and loyal to her clan, but doesn't mind the company of cats from other clans and won't start a fight without a good reason. She is gentle and enjoys seeing kits, and considers being a mother when she's a bit older. She likes to daydreams and has a vivid imagination, and often makes up stories to tell kits, apprentices, and even other warriors. This sometimes makes her look lazy and impractical, but she tries her best to work hard to provide for the clan. Aside from storytelling, her other favorite passtime is sitting in the sun.
History: Martinkit was born into the clan during leafbare, and was a rather weak kit at first, but she grew to a normal size. She enjoyed listening to stories from the elders and her mother. She was apprenticed and had a relatively normal apprenticeship, other than a close encounter with a fox. She earned the -pelt suffix because she had no outstanding skills.
Age: 24 moons Rank: Warrior Family: None, but feel free to request to be related to her~ Crush: None yet, might develop in roleplay~ Kits: Nope. Mate: Nope. Other?: Nope.
Last Edit: Aug 31, 2015 17:56:41 GMT -5 by ☼ Sorrelleaf ☼
Willowfrost yawned silently as she slowly awoke, and almost instantly felt the cold seeping in from the outside. She barely shivered, and curled up more into her little moss nest, tucking her nose under her paws. I doubt any cats aside from maybe Graystar or a kit or two are up... Hm.. She thought for a moment and then carefully got up from her nest, tip-toeing through the den of warriors til she was out of the den. I suppose early morning hunting wouldn't hurt since its Leafbare... Besides, I need to get better at hunting anyway. She reasoned in her mind, and made her way to the exit of the camp, taking note of where the sun was in the sky so she could be back soon. She soon made her way into the forest, and stopped for a moment to take a nice fresh breath of air. If it wasn't so cold i'd actually like Leafbare. The thought randomly crossed her mind, and she shook her head to get rid of it. She soon started sniffing around, attempting to find any prey scents in the part of the territory she was in. To her dismay, she found no scents, but continued looking, silently padding through the frostbitten trees.
((A poll has been added to determine the deputy. Tagging everyone so they know the rp has started and so they see this post: ✞~Spottedleaf ~✞genbear☼ Sorrelleaf ☼Birchstar @xxdrwolfehxx))
Graystar woke up in his den, his fur damp for a reason that was currently unknown. He yawned, his jaws widening as he inhaled the air deeply and released it quickly. He stood up and stretched, his powerful muscles bunching up under his pelt before he straightened up. He padded out of his den, gazing fondly around the camp, before sitting down. Without choosing a deputy, it was his job to assign the duties, and he was already starting to feel tired from balancing leader and deputy decisions. He just wasn't sure who he would choose yet, as he wanted to hear everyone's opinion first; especially the wiser members of the Clan, as they'd know better than most. Honestly, Graystar didn't trust his own decisions too much.
Post by ✞~Spottedleaf ~✞ on Aug 31, 2015 21:05:56 GMT -5
Snowleaf awoke in her nest, stood to her paws and stretched. She knew that she would have to collect herbs today, for her inventory was low on a few items, so she forced herself to walk out of the den and into the clearing of the camp. The white she-cat knew that her apprentice should wake soon so he could help with today's duties, but it had been a long night, so she would allow him to sleep for a little while longer. While she waited, she decided to grab a bite to eat. With this in her mind, Snowleaf sauntered toward the fresh-kill pile. She chose a small, yet plump mouse and sat in the clearing of the camp and began to munch on her breakfast.
✞~Spottedleaf ~✞ Member since October 28th, 2011 Moderator since May 30th, 2013 Please feel free to message me if you have any questions! [Signed! -Falcon_star] "You're my goofy friend" -✻Dawnleaf✻
Post by ☼ Sorrelleaf ☼ on Aug 31, 2015 21:12:00 GMT -5
Cloverpaw woke up in his nest, shivering from the cold and wishing he was still in his nice, warm dream where it was greenleaf... But he had to get up eventually, and trying to go back to sleep wouldn't help anyone. The ginger tom uncurled his small body and planted his front paws on the ground, arching his back in a long stretch. Then he sat down and glanced around the spacious medicine cat den, seeing that Snowleaf wasn't in her nest, though her scent was fresh. Realizing that his fur was damp, he quickly ran his tongue over it before standing up and heading outside to go see his mentor, and see if there was fresh-kill on the pile that wasn't frozen stiff. Dappleclaw had been guarding the camp throughout the night, and she was thankful to see the sky start to lighten. Leafbare nights were long and frigid, and she had to crouch down and fluff up her fur to try to stay warm. As the night had gone on, she had started to pace back and forth in front of the cave entrance, in order to keep herself awake and somewhat warm. But now the sun was about to rise and she could head back inside soon enough.
She could hear a cat moving around inside the cave, and soon Willowfrost emerged. The large torbie nodded at her as she headed out into the forest, presumably to go hunting. When she had disappeared, Dappleclaw turned around and headed back into the cave to see if Graystar was assigning patrols yet. She remembered that the clan didn't have a deputy yet; perhaps Graystar would assign one today. Martinpelt rolled over on her back as she slept, dreaming that she was climbing a very tall pine tree in the forest. It seemed to go on forever and forever, but when she spotted the top just a few branches above her, her claws slipped and she began to fall, her legs scrambling to get a grip...Then she was awake in her nest, among the warm, steadily breathing bodies of her clanmates. It was a good thing that she, as the youngest warrior, was at the edge of the circle of cats, or she might've woken someone in her sleep. She often dreamed vividly, and when she was an apprentice the others had complained about how she would move and sometimes talk in her sleep.
The she-cat sat up and looked over the other warriors. Dappleclaw was out guarding the camp, but she could see everyone else. Oh, wait, Willowfrost isn't here. Must be out hunting early, as usual. She padded out of the den and nodded at Graystar before walking over to a patch of grass in one corner of the cave and lying down to groom herself carefully. This was her routine every morning; wake up early, head outside, and give herself a thorough grooming.
Last Edit: Aug 31, 2015 22:07:25 GMT -5 by ☼ Sorrelleaf ☼: never do two roleplays at the same time kids
Willowfrost grumbled to herself as she slowly started to get agitated with how she was finding nothing, but those thoughts were erased when she scented squirrel. She looked around for a moment, and noticed the prey nibbling on a little nut. And it actually has some meat on it.. She thought, and got into position. She silently crawled towards the squirrel, but it still seemed to notice her. As it was just about to run, she quickly jumped, killing it with a bite to the neck quickly. She soon picked up her kill and dug a hole to put it in to preserve it, hoping to find maybe a mouse or another squirrel before she would need to return to camp. As she soon did find a little weak mouse, she quickly pounced after slowly approaching it, but it still managed to escape her grasp. She hissed softly when she lost it, but didn't chase after it. If I chase after it i'll make too much noise... There might be more prey around here.. She reasoned in her head.
Last Edit: Aug 31, 2015 21:36:11 GMT -5 by Deleted: fixed a sentence woo