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Im interested of joining this group as the role of a Nightwalker- BUT- before I submit everything, I read the part about "reporting to william". Will there be a separate thread for this? Because I dont want to become a Nightwalker and then end up suffering because I have nowhere to report AND A SECOND QUESTION. Do we sneak out of camp to report? Or like what do we do-?
If I like it here the form for a Nightwalker
Name: Ace
Gender: Tom He/Him
Age: 20 moons
Personality: He doesnt talk often but is very smart. He's sneaky and can blend in easily. His loyalties are not very clear in the beginning. He rolls his eyes quite a lot and has lots of patience. He talks with a straight voice and sometimes seems emotionless
Role: Nightwalker
Clan to Stalk: Whatever is available (:
Activity Level: I'd say a good 8-9/10
Extra Notes: Keep in mind I joined this site a month ago so any way too complicated things going on will probably just make him become a guard lol
XX I AM A FISH INSIDE A BIRDCAGE.
XX MY BROTHER ALWAYS SINGS ME SONGS
⌦ .｡.:*♡ ...xx with his beak he tries to soothe me...
˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ... xx he makes me feel like i belong!
[ there is something growing inside of you that you do not understand. it is deep and dark, a growing corruption you cannot curb. it has already taken your life. you are. dead. ]
> restart > quit
you have chosen to quit!
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『 there has been an error. we do not know where this error has come from or occurred. maybe it has always been here. a growing cancer. a rot. do not worry. we have made a compromise. 』
↳ ❝ YOU ARE DEAD. THIS IS YOUR LIMBO. ❞
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every play needs its comedic relief - the character to soften things, to bring warmth to the play. or maybe you desire a darker character? one for a thirst for blood? oh! oh! i know EXACTLY what you need - everything. an actor fit for every role that he may desire. they've been playing for so long.. ! they prefer to be the main character but, he can respect a fellow showsman.
ahem, drum roll please....
dun.. dun... DUN!!!
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XX SPIRIT -- > ⅹ he/they ⅹ twenty-five moons ⅹ large black and white maine coon with amber eyes ⅹ applying for the role of nightwalker or healer ★ the holy ghost - a god among mortals ᴖ.ᴖ ★
spirit is a man with a love for the dramatics. when it boils down, he does not seem to care for much in life besides their own desire for an adrenaline rush. they are a performer, and everyone is their audience or apart of their play. if spirit finds the current performance to be lackluster, he will do what he will to ... ensure it picks back up. so, spirit has a very grey set of morals. not particularly bloodthirsty but he does find it ever so interesting at times. how those fear death. it's silly, they're already dead! nothing to worry about !!
constantly shifting to fit the current narrative they are in - it is hard to truly know spirit. to know who they are. it is offensive to even dare suggest you do know them. why would you say such things unless you are insulting their performance? the closest to who spirit is would be prideful and obnoxious but nonetheless, sad. but nah, you don't want to know these things.
you want to know how spirit can benefit you.
spirit is a pathological liar who would simply love to be able to pretend to be someone completely different in the clans. a new person. perhaps they're shy, or maybe rude. a lover - a fighter. he is able to find out who he has to be to fit what clan he is in. he already has an interest in the clans. in combat to those who actually despise them, spirit simply finds them amusing. silly little mortals. this makes him a great candidate to be a nightwalker!
but perhaps, you're more interested in spirit other interest of dabbling. as they are always a showman but sometimes, on his breaks, he simply loves to partake in herbs. well, okay. currently spirit wants to experiment with poison. he isn't TOO interested in healing but yk, whatever. it may prove to be entertaining. so, no complaints here.
✦ ❝ he has a wild imagination and tells me things that must be true.. - like there's a world where i can take flight ! where i can freely move .. ꃋᴖꃋ ❞ ✦
✗ he can also play the guitar /j ✗ don't have any pref for what clan spirit gets put in if they are chosen to be a nightwalker ! ✗ spirit does have the belief that they are "dead" - they are aware they aren't but coming to that conclusion makes them extremely uncomfortable and can be dangerous to those around them. ✗ .. as long as things are kept interesting, .. he'll be very loyal to the end. :] there's already bonus points for being an underdog! ✗ if william gives them a role, spirit will likely become attached to him i am very sorry
credit to coldioc on dA
credit to shadowinkwarrior on dA
Last edited by wolfie; November 1st, 2022 at 10:31 PM.
Duck is an ever calm cat, though his silence isn't one that should be taken lightly. He is more than willing to shred those who dare bother him, and while he enjoys a good fight he would like to become a healer. Duck uses any pronouns but prefers he/him.
He also is a quiet observer, he always has an intense stare on most cats, he doesn't speak unless needed as he finds those speak tend to speak like idiots and truly only talks to a few others. He also reveres William more than willing to shred anyone that dares goes against him.
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oh look a fossil
RAHHHH (velli)
dusty licks his teeth feeling a bit of meat still stuck in them, an. says bluntly "sir, i would like to be in the nightwalkers. if possible i would like to infiltrate riverclan. i shouldn't join shadow/windclan because they might recognize me. if the position is full then I would like to be a healer."
A soft wind blows across the misty clearing, a tall figure stands in the distance. As you look at the figure, a strange force compels you to approach it; it looks so weirdly soft, so comforting, so sweet.
A soft tune starts playing in the distance; you recognise it from that one song.
"Hush, my loves, now don't you lie"
The closer you get to the figure, the less you see. The fog only seems to grow thicker and thicker, until you have to reach out with your arms to ensure your safe walking. Where did the figure go?
"If you think your words aren't nice
Better close your mouth, shut your lips real tight"
All of a sudden, you find yourself face to face with something. It has a soft look, a sweet smile... The figure from before. Where did it appear from so suddenly? But you receive no answer as you look up at its lanky figure. The figure silently looks down at you.
"Secrets aren't safe, keep them to yourself
To yourself, and nobody else"
The more you look at the figure's sweet smile, the more of an unsettling feeling you get. She - they? looks so innocent and kind as they watch you with soft eyes, but those soft eyes hold a sharp edge you can't quite pinpoint.
"Hush, my loves, now don't you lie
I might look sweet but I don't play nice"
The unsettling feeling festers as the figure begins to pace, pace with surprising grace, but pace around you. She watches you from all side, as if she were committing your every trait to memory. They do nothing else, only watch, smile sweetly and walk. And yet, you strangely feel like a puppet partaking in some silly game - her game.
xx Birth Name: [Classified]. xx Alias: Sweets. xx Change Reasoning: Unknown.
xx Location: Unknown. xx Family: [Classified].
xx Gender: Afab. xx Pronouns: She/They.
xx Age: [Classified]; estimated mid to late-ish thirties. *"Darling, don't you know it's rude to ask a woman her age?" xx Looks: [Limited]; lanky, not very dark.
xxApplying for... Healer. xx Sweets is a graceful and lanky feline full of more questions than answers. Little is known about who she truly is, when she does and doesn't speak the truth. Lies come from her like water from a waterfall and rarely is she tongue tied, it's why most if not all take her words for truth. While Sweets would be an ideal candidate for Nightwalker, she feels it'd be boring to join a clan; for now, she would much rather watch everything unfold around this new group - and without getting her paws dirty. They hold great importance to proper manners and being well behaved, they could hardly dirty their paws with constant arduous groundwork or another's blood; she'd rather have someone else handle her business for her. And that's why they'd be quite pleased as a healer - while she wouldn't be able to avoid dirtying her paws, that kind of dirtying must then simply one of their many sacrifices to watch this little 'game' unfold; she's been so terribly bored. They feel it's a more fitting job for themselves; one wherein she doesn't require to be constantly on watch/ready to fight and can easily gather information from her peers by idle small talk during sessions. And, truthfully, it would be quite classy to know how to treat that bugging booboo.
xxBackup application... [None Found].
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"I'm scared of what's inside my head, what's inside my soul
I feel like I'm running but getting nowhere
Fear is suffocating me, I can't breathe
I feel like I'm drowning, I'm sinking deeper
xx Raised to fight as an intricate art; taught to kill, once upon a time long ago. xx Numb little bug; her emotions exist in subconscious only. Her ability to remain unfazed is unparalleled. xx Would rather be crushed than see her family go or turn their backs to her. Everything she does, is with their presumed opinions in the back of her mind. xx A sensitive young cat in actuality; suppressed sympathy and care, her outer layer is cold, but her heart yearns for an escape.
xx Birth Name: Moon or Rye - rumour has it, her mother couldn't remember which it actually was. xx Current Name: Viper.
xx Reason for Change: Error - please move on.
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xx Age: ... Age: .... 30 ... 31 ... moons ... estimate ... xx gEnder: ..F ... F... F...
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xxApplying for... Fang. xx Her father began teaching her to fight and defend herself before she could even properly walk, which only grew in difficulty and challenge by the day. Viper is lean and swift, hence part of the name; she's been thoroughly trained for the biggest part of her life. Now, she'd like to take on that position not only because of her skill, but also because she believes that's what the family approve of most. Especially with her cousin around too, she cannot take a wrong step. Frankly, her knowledge is little about the clans - she is here because of Falcon, and because she thought the family might approve.
xxBackup application... Healer or None. xx Under her cold and, at times, near ruthless shell, she in truth is much softer, kinder. While she'd fear they would disapprove, Viper remains more compassionate and might find some form of peace in healing. While she may envy a bit those who do, she would be perfectly fine and pleasant being in no specific rank as well.
young but experienced
quiet but observant
reserved but curious
and with a burning passion to learn things.
But who is he?
He can certainly be a bit strange by some standards (all the best ones are), with his rather expressionless and emotionless face, distant and almost aloof nature, and unusual interests. He tends to keep to himself and has only ever been close to one cat, so he spends most of his time diving into his interests.
Speaking of which, let's talk a bit about them. Jay used to be most fascinated by birds after watching them hop around on the branches outside his window, or hearing their fine voices sing. Something about the elegant little warblers seemed to entice him. He was sometimes told that birds were prey, something to be hunted and eaten, but it took a good while until he dared hunt them himself.
His second interest sparked a lot later, and he didn't seem born with it like he was with his love of birds heck, he even named himself after the feathery things but is undoubtedly a lot stronger. When he met the cat he would come to regard as a mother of sorts, Kirei, he quickly became intrigued but the plants she was learning about. At first, it was just looking at the plants and studying them in nature, but it soon became more than that as Kirei started learning about how to use plants for different things; both healing and harming. She disappeared one day, but Jay continued learning and studying through his own experiments even after that and has already discovered ways to use a few of them.
What can he do
He will be applying to be a healer. He could do as a Nightwalker as well as he has very good control over his face and has no trouble lying, but he has no interest in dealing with the clans in that way, and things all their rituals and costumes seem pointless and unjustified. The role of healer would fit considering he already has a deep interest in plants and the art of healing, so you can be sure he will do his best to continue learning, and be very eager to hear out anyone who wants to teach him.
But I don't think he would do too well as a Guard of Fang ('Talon' would be a kewl name btw) since he is quite young at just over 12 moons, and has pretty much no muscles. Scrawny, rouch-furred little cat with long legs and tail. He is the furthest you could get from a fighter.
Where did he come from?
Days pass by uncounted and each one seems no different from the last. But young little Prince doesn't mind. He is perfectly content with the house-cat life he has, because he has no problems, issues, or worries in life, and his time is spent sleeping the day away, eating, or playing with his sister and mother.
But a life without worries or problems is also a life without progress and meaning, without purpose, and it's not long before something beggings to tug at the young heart. Curiosity sparks and flames like dry leaves being set ablaze. It burns and drives the young Prince to peek outside the curtains, to take a look and see what the word is like outside his window.
It's early spring, and he sees the flowers sprouting up from the ground, leaves springing up on the formerly bare branches of the apple trees in the garden. Most of all, he sees and hears the bird settle outside and sing their heart out. He asks his mother about the strange, feathery creatures with the beautiful voices, and she tells him about each one. The gentle doves sitting down on the branches, the proud crows asserting themselves, the cunning and clever jay sneaking a piece of food from the garden table.
The birds seem to fascinate Prince more than anything else, and so when the opportunity to meet them properly presents itself in the form of a window left open, the scrawny young cat leaps up and managed to get outside. But the birds view him with a distrust he cannot understand, and as he tries to approach them, they flee his words and avoid the paw being stretched out towards them. He follows them, trying to make himself understood and heard, but his efforts seem to be in vain.
So the Prince goes back to his indoor life, but he is no longer satisfied with the simple and mundane routine of it all. He has gotten a taste of the outside and his curiosity keeps driving him more than the longing for safety. Naturally, the plain Kittypet life isn't enough for him, and it doesn't take long before he gets up in the dead of night and slips away into the darkness.
But he is naive, and the very next morning he happens to take the meal of a bigger, toucher cat and doesn't understand the error he has made. But he is quickly taught that as claws painfully slash over his cheek. He flees, running blindly and not understanding this new world he wandered into, but he is in luck, as an older she-cat, Kirei, finds him, and carefully applies some cobwebs on the wounds.
This is unbeknownst to them the begging of a rather close relationship, and both soon became to regard the other as a family member of sorts. Kirei was the only cat Jay - that was what he had renamed himself as the very gendered name of 'Prince' started to the feel of - would talk to without cutting down his sentences into a small set of short words.
Jay's life seems driven by his curiosity, but Kirei also has a goal of her own; to learn about herbs and the medical ways in which they could be used. Jay soon beggings to follow her in that, and one day when he is out exploring, he comes across a passed-out cat lying in the grass. With great difficulty, he drags the body back to his adoptive mother, and they soon get the sick cat to at least wake up.
Jay is eager to use this opportunity to learn more about plants and their uses as they can test some things on this cat. But something happens, and one day he wakes up without Kirei by his side, and the cat he has begun to see as a new mother seems gone with the wind. He blames humans for this but has to now learn to take care of himself, as well as the sick cat.
A month passes, and after some herb testing, he has to make sure humans take the sick cat as he cannot heal them completely, but the testing still taught him things.
No, I wasn't born without a heart I wasn't always like this, no, watched you break me, no, now you blame me
When she was born, Sangria was the daughter of two former thunderclanners, Bluehollow and Yarrowtooth. Both left ThunderClan after the fire that ravaged the camp, bringing both Sangria (who was named Redkit) and her sister, Burnetkit to the outskirts where they set up a new home. Bluehollow and Yarrowtooth taught their daughters the ways of the Clans, taught them to pray to StarClan and even held their own apprentice ceremonies once their daughters came of age. But when Sangria was 7 moons old, Bluehollow and Burnetpaw were killed by a Clan patrol after accidentally trespassing. She watched Yarrowtooth wither away into nothing after that, and as her mother wasted away in their den, Sangria would hunt and protect her mother without Yarrowtooth even knowing. Two months after her sister and parent were killed, Yarrowtooth succumbed to malnutrition, to Sangria's heartbreak. But no, this wasn't the end of her suffering. Now, we don't know much about what happened in Sangria's life from ages 10-30, but the little we know leads us to believe that there was a very toxic love in her life, a few kitten deaths and in her late 20s, a lot of murders. We conclude this snippet of Sangria's life story with cautioning you- her life and trauma have led to her being very unstable and a little cuckoo at times, so be wary when talking to her.
No, I wasn't born with all these scars, and that's what made me like this, no
A Russian Blue/Bombay mix, Sangria has the features of arguably some of the prettiest cats that exist, but don't let that fool you. Like the dead nightshade flower, she draws you in with her attractive shell, then will poison you, whether it be your mind, your soul, the way you treat others... it's infectious. San has black fur and dark, reddish amber eyes, with the facial structure and fur texture of a Russian Blue. Her eyes are as close to a deep red-orange as you can get, giving her a demonic appearance to some. She has shredded ears and a long, jagged scar from her chest to her flank, which contributes to her shaggy, ragged shell. but once she cleans up, she cleans up nicely, her thick, long fur conceals the scar almost completely.
I'm a nightmare, I know what you mean by that, I can't wake up from all these scary dreams I have
Applying out for nightwalker in shc or wc (backup is healer, backup backup is Fang c: ) Sangria would be the best at Nightwalker, because of her incredible social skills, developed and trained so that she can seem like the kind of cat that everyone can trust, and can even block her intentions out from her thoughts while she works, so that she seems as authentic as humanly possible. She had a way with words that gets her on everyone's good side, but at the same time acts timid and sweet and shaky, just to seem less smooth with words and more believable. If she was a human and not a criminal, Sangria would be winning emmy's left and right, she's just that good of an actress. She has a way to weasel into someone's inner circle and gather information subtly, without seeming too desperate for it. She also has no more morals and hates the Clan with a burning passion, so there's no way that she'll betray the Group. Personally, I also won't be going inactive anytime soon, and she'll be around for a LONG time.
I'd rather be heartless, than have my heart in pieces
This is Sangria's and mine application for nightwalker, but if that isn't accepted, then she's also be a great Healer or Fang
good luck to everyone else!
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Last edited by poppy; November 12th, 2022 at 08:22 PM.
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