BiblioManiac
October 6th, 2016, 10:03 PM
(This is my first post on the new site) A finder for my new OC Birdsong! Pretty self-explanatory, I think.
Needed Roles
Parents
Siblings (1-3)
Wanted Roles
1-3 Friends
Old Mentor
Apprentice
Future Mate
Birdsong's Form
Name: Birdsong
Age: 30 moons
Rank: Warrior
Personality: Birdsong is an impatient, loud, somewhat immature tom. On the other hand, he's determined, and he wouldn't betray his Clan for the world. Birdsong is usually fairly gruff and harsh, but has a soft side, usually with kits and the injured. He's got a thick shell of imperfection, but if a cat can befriend him, he's one of the best friends they'll ever have.
Appearance: Birdsong's fur is very similar to a sparrow's, with a creamy white underbelly, a mottled white, beige, dark brown, and black patterned back and sides, brown on the top of his head, and a black throat. His tail and legs are biege, and he has ice-blue eyes that are constantly making him look angry. Birdsong is very muscular for a warrior.
Strengths: As I mentioned, Birdsong is very determined and loyal, and he's gentle at the right times, not to mention strength that could come in handy at random times.
Flaws: Also mentioned above, he's impatient, loud, sometimes harsh, and immature.
RP Sample: (Not my longest post, I just picked the most recent one)
A leaf twitched, and Emberpaw focused upon it, tightening her muscles in preperation to pounce. After what felt like moons later but was really only a few heartbeats, a plump beige mouse poked its head out of the bush, scanning the mountainside but failing to notice Emberpaw, crouched soundless and unmoving beside a boulder. Her gray-orange fur blended well with the rock in the dying light, just like the last time she had hunted on her own, over three moons ago. The mouse scurried forward, and Emberpaw went as far as shifting her weight backwards before the first mouse was followed by three smaller, skinnier ones that had to be its children. The orphaned she-cat's eyes softened, and she paused. Moments later her face hardened again and she lept forward and pounced, but only on the parent. The others had each other, and they'd find their way. She had. Emberpaw added the mouse to her ever-growing pile, scratched dirt over it again, and continued, heart thudding so loudly she was sure it would scare away any animals for miles.
(I used the same form from a different site and sloppily changed it from medicine cat to warrior...)
Needed Roles
Parents
Siblings (1-3)
Wanted Roles
1-3 Friends
Old Mentor
Apprentice
Future Mate
Birdsong's Form
Name: Birdsong
Age: 30 moons
Rank: Warrior
Personality: Birdsong is an impatient, loud, somewhat immature tom. On the other hand, he's determined, and he wouldn't betray his Clan for the world. Birdsong is usually fairly gruff and harsh, but has a soft side, usually with kits and the injured. He's got a thick shell of imperfection, but if a cat can befriend him, he's one of the best friends they'll ever have.
Appearance: Birdsong's fur is very similar to a sparrow's, with a creamy white underbelly, a mottled white, beige, dark brown, and black patterned back and sides, brown on the top of his head, and a black throat. His tail and legs are biege, and he has ice-blue eyes that are constantly making him look angry. Birdsong is very muscular for a warrior.
Strengths: As I mentioned, Birdsong is very determined and loyal, and he's gentle at the right times, not to mention strength that could come in handy at random times.
Flaws: Also mentioned above, he's impatient, loud, sometimes harsh, and immature.
RP Sample: (Not my longest post, I just picked the most recent one)
A leaf twitched, and Emberpaw focused upon it, tightening her muscles in preperation to pounce. After what felt like moons later but was really only a few heartbeats, a plump beige mouse poked its head out of the bush, scanning the mountainside but failing to notice Emberpaw, crouched soundless and unmoving beside a boulder. Her gray-orange fur blended well with the rock in the dying light, just like the last time she had hunted on her own, over three moons ago. The mouse scurried forward, and Emberpaw went as far as shifting her weight backwards before the first mouse was followed by three smaller, skinnier ones that had to be its children. The orphaned she-cat's eyes softened, and she paused. Moments later her face hardened again and she lept forward and pounced, but only on the parent. The others had each other, and they'd find their way. She had. Emberpaw added the mouse to her ever-growing pile, scratched dirt over it again, and continued, heart thudding so loudly she was sure it would scare away any animals for miles.
(I used the same form from a different site and sloppily changed it from medicine cat to warrior...)