Name: Morningblue
Age: 39 moons
Gender: male
Role: Friend 1 or 2
Appearance: powerfully built, smokey gray fur with green rates
Personality: Stoic, serious, dutiful, but with a playful side that only comes out among those he trusts.
Roleplaying Example:Morningblue looked longingly at the freshkill and swallowed the saliva that was pooling in his mouth at the smell. He nudged it back toward the she-cat. "There are other cats who need this more than me. Growing apprentices, cats in the medicine den, Snowstar."
Plot Ideas: Just to add this to the story of how our kitties got together.
Other: Poor Rosebelly
Questions: nope
Quote:
Originally Posted by Hopekit
Name: Celestialgaze
Age: 34 Moons
Gender: Female
Role: Friend
Appearance: I will provide a written appearance afterwards when I'm in the middle of editing, I don't have very much time currently.
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Personality: To be added
Roleplaying Example:
Example 1- Crunch. Crunch. Dygi slowly padded through the calm forest, ears twitching at every bird's call. The silence was strange; wherever Dygi was, sound was. And that sound was usually angry calls as Dygi's mischief was discovered. That was when he had had family. Now he was alone. With no one to help him. Guide him. Like him. He was all alone in this cruel world, and it would probably stay that way forever, since everybody disliked him for his mischief and pranks. Nobody ever got through his prank side and discovered the playful, happy side of him. Nobody ever tried to anyway, to be honest. They disliked him the second he did a prank on him. Dygi had not met one fox; or any Cub of Canista, for that matter; that truly liked him other than his sister. His poor, poor sister. He imagined her now, her pleached red eyes, lightly colored orange pelt, her fluffy tail, her currently stolen will. She had been taken from him; taken by the Tailless Seer, became one of the Taken by force. Not one of the Narral, Not Someone They were searching for, Not a normal fox; a pleached fox.Dygi remembered his days with Jura as they played together and occasionally pranked their parents, but not too harshly. How they would play fight, claw at each other but gently and not with their claws but with the softness of their paw fur. The good old days, when they only heard tails about the heartless Mage. When it was nothing more than a story, a tale told to little foxes. Now their nightmares had come true; Jura had been pleached, and Dygi was running for dear life.
Example 2-
Dygi sniffed the air. He had not noticed that there was such a strong scent, filling this entire area, of this stinky fox. [no offense] "My name is Dygi. I just happened to be running by and didn't see you there." He looked at the fox with big adorable 'innocent-looking' eyes, hoping it would get him out of trouble. "And who are you?" He inquired, looking at the fox with his gaze sweeping from his tail and gradually rising until he reached the stranger's ears.
Something was unusual about this fox, but he couldn't place his paw on it, and it was bugging him like crazy. He instantly became suspicious of this fox. What if it was the mage, or part of the narral? This cub of canista could easily be fooling him into staying there for a while so that he could become pleached. Dygi slowly backed away, not from fear, but for worry that his anger at the mage for pleaching his sister would get to his head and he would do something crazy like launch himself at this fox and battle, though he hadn't practiced very much lately and probably would not do very well because of the anger that caused impatience.
"Who are you?" He repeated, this time not looking for the name but for who he was working for, or if he was a normal fox.
Example 3-
Star's eyes followed the mouse as it nibbled a few bits of whatever. It looked plump from where she was standing, and she looked at it hungrily. She dropped into a crouch, watching as her paws silently slithered over the ground. She stopped a tail-length away from her prey as she judged the distance between her and the mouse. Wiggling her haunches, she leaped right next to the mouse, scrambling up and putting a quick paw on top of the mouse to stop it from moving. She leaned down to give it a killing bite. She looked at her catch proudly, her eyes shining like stars. She leaned down and gently took the warm prey into her jaws, carefully standing up straight and looking around her. Many twoleg buildings inhabited the 'wilderness' in front of her. She spotted a nearby street / Thunderpath (she calls it a thunderpath though other strays call it streets..) and looked at it, scanning it briefly. She walked happily to the sidewalk and stared at the Thunderpath, making sure nothing was passing by. When she was sure it was safe, she sprinted across it, swiftly putting paw in front of paw. Blood roared in her ears as she felt the wind ruffle her fur. She kept running until she reached the more comfortable feeling of the sidewalk beneath her paws. She looked around and walked through a narrow opening in the midst of the houses, taking interest in it. Finding nothing, she leaped on top of one of the fences, walking on it steadily as she bounced from one fence to the next. On her 3rd fence, she sniffed cautiously as she had done on all the other fences, but found something else mixed with the scent of twolegs. A cat? She sniffed once more, thinking she had imagined the smell, but only smelled the same things. "I wonder which cat passed this way. I don't often find cats, but maybe that's because I stay to the other side of the twoleg place." She murmered to herself. She sniffed around, having taken an interest in whatever the smell would lead her to. She followed it, curious, and stopped dead in her tracks as she spotted cats a few fox-lengths away. Would they attack her when they found out she was here, or would she be safe? She didn't want to find out. She wasn't fit for a fight; she was scrawny and a bit tired. Her mouse had been a lucky find and a lucky catch. She crawled backwards a bit. Leaping off the fence in hopes to get away. She jumped as she heard a random twig crack loudly beneath her paws. Oh no. I'm in for some trouble. She thought to herself, sighing with dread.
Accepting these two because
A) Morningblue is a good friend to Rosebelly X3 their relationship could grow on this
B) Celestialgaze sounds interesting
And C) the other two apps. were missing things.
ALL I NEED ARE THREEEEE SIBLINGSSSS
@Socks
@Risenphoenix
Although you two weren't picked, you can apply a different cat for a sibling, or use the same. Or if you don't want to do that, could you invite some friends?
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Name
Ripplepelt Age
36 moons Gender
Male Role
Sibling Three Appearance
[Idk, what does Rose look like?] Personality
Ripple is a Rude and unkind cat. If he dislikes someone in the Clan he'll bully them. He is rude toward his siblings as well.
[Srry for le shortness...] Roleplaying Example Writers Block
Skypaw exited the camp. The older apprentice flicked his tail as he kept a lookout for prey. Remember. Gotta be quick! The black and white tom let out a small burst of energy, then skidded to a halt. Gotta dispatch it quickly! Skypaw swiftly pounced on a small rock, pretending it was a rabbit. Basically gotta be fast with everything!
After going over what he had to do in order to hunt correctly, the apprentice padding along the moor, keeping his ears pricked, stepping lightly and jaws parted. A few moments later a familiar scent hit the roof of his mouth. Rabbit! Skypaw stopped with one paw raised in the air as he tried to pinpoint the prey. His gaze scanned the moor, searching for the Rabbit. When he spotted it he didn't hesitate. The black and white cat leaped forward and sprinted toward the prey at full speed. Skypaw watched as the rabbit sat up, alarmed and bolted away. He immediately stopped for a heartbeat then turned, continuing the chase.
The Rabbit's squeal of terror was cut off as Skypaw slammed his paw down on the Rabbit's spine and killed it. The brown, furry creature fell to the ground and lay limp. "Gotcha!" He purred as he grabbed the prey gently in his jaws. "Hm..." Skypaw studied the Rabbit. It had light frown fur, a small black nose and a little white tail that looked like a cotton ball. The apprentice studied the eyes next. They were black and beady. Well that's.. Scary... Just the thought of having pupils that weren't visible creeped him out. Skypaw exhaled through his nose and began padding back to camp. Along the way he saw about two Rabbit's sprint past him, but he didn't bother to chase. He had already killed one, and that one was a little heavier than expected. Why is this so heavy? He thought as his gaze darted to the Rabbit what was hanging from his jaws. Wow! He thought when he realized how bit the thing was. It was a little bigger than what he usually caught. This things huge! Skypaw smiled and ran the rest of the way back to camp, eager to show off the Rabbit that he had caught.
Plot Ideas
None Other
Poor Rosebelly ~ @Role Questions
None
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Name
Ripplepelt Age
36 moons Gender
Male Role
Sibling Three Appearance
[Idk, what does Rose look like?] Personality
Ripple is a Rude and unkind cat. If he dislikes someone in the Clan he'll bully them. He is rude toward his siblings as well.
[Srry for le shortness...] Roleplaying Example Writers Block
Skypaw exited the camp. The older apprentice flicked his tail as he kept a lookout for prey. Remember. Gotta be quick! The black and white tom let out a small burst of energy, then skidded to a halt. Gotta dispatch it quickly! Skypaw swiftly pounced on a small rock, pretending it was a rabbit. Basically gotta be fast with everything!
After going over what he had to do in order to hunt correctly, the apprentice padding along the moor, keeping his ears pricked, stepping lightly and jaws parted. A few moments later a familiar scent hit the roof of his mouth. Rabbit! Skypaw stopped with one paw raised in the air as he tried to pinpoint the prey. His gaze scanned the moor, searching for the Rabbit. When he spotted it he didn't hesitate. The black and white cat leaped forward and sprinted toward the prey at full speed. Skypaw watched as the rabbit sat up, alarmed and bolted away. He immediately stopped for a heartbeat then turned, continuing the chase.
The Rabbit's squeal of terror was cut off as Skypaw slammed his paw down on the Rabbit's spine and killed it. The brown, furry creature fell to the ground and lay limp. "Gotcha!" He purred as he grabbed the prey gently in his jaws. "Hm..." Skypaw studied the Rabbit. It had light frown fur, a small black nose and a little white tail that looked like a cotton ball. The apprentice studied the eyes next. They were black and beady. Well that's.. Scary... Just the thought of having pupils that weren't visible creeped him out. Skypaw exhaled through his nose and began padding back to camp. Along the way he saw about two Rabbit's sprint past him, but he didn't bother to chase. He had already killed one, and that one was a little heavier than expected. Why is this so heavy? He thought as his gaze darted to the Rabbit what was hanging from his jaws. Wow! He thought when he realized how bit the thing was. It was a little bigger than what he usually caught. This things huge! Skypaw smiled and ran the rest of the way back to camp, eager to show off the Rabbit that he had caught.
Plot Ideas
None Other
Poor Rosebelly ~ @Role Questions
None
Accepted! And arg sorry I should've included a physical desc. of rose. She's a ginger tabby with amber eyes. She has a nick in her ear, and a small, subtle scar on her shoulder.
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