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In-Game Roleplay & Group Advertisement / Re: Archaic Pawprints: An original, accurate "Warriors" roleplay.
« on: January 22, 2014, 11:55:08 pm »Feralheart Username: Phoenix1999
Character name:
Ravenkit - Ravenpaw - Ravenclaw
Character age:
Freshly 6 Moons
Desired rank:
Kit (I would love to have her ceremony in game if that's okay.)
Activity Level:
5-6, I'll try to be on for gatherings and plots and such.
Please list any other roleplays you might be a member of:
I was an advance member of Forest of Light, New Beginnings, and then the site Warrior Cats RPG, but I plan just to stick to this one if it's interesting.
Roleplay Sample:
(It's been a while)
The Leaf-Bare breezes were harsh, their cold claws tearing at the young she-kit's sides. Dark, silver eyes stared in dismay at her mother, peeking from the Thunderclan nursery. A spitting image of the silver tabby, down to the bare spots on the back of her ears. A thick oily tear rolled off the kit's cheek, watching her mother limp toward the chilling body of her father. "D-daddy?..." Ravenkit spoke in disbelief, her younger siblings echoed the words. For a moment, it was just heart wrenching, peaceful silence. Then the wailing rose to Silverpelt, young felines calling to their warrior ancestors to care for their father's spirit...
Character name:
Ravenkit - Ravenpaw - Ravenclaw
Character age:
Freshly 6 Moons
Desired rank:
Kit (I would love to have her ceremony in game if that's okay.)
Activity Level:
5-6, I'll try to be on for gatherings and plots and such.
Please list any other roleplays you might be a member of:
I was an advance member of Forest of Light, New Beginnings, and then the site Warrior Cats RPG, but I plan just to stick to this one if it's interesting.
Roleplay Sample:
(It's been a while)
The Leaf-Bare breezes were harsh, their cold claws tearing at the young she-kit's sides. Dark, silver eyes stared in dismay at her mother, peeking from the Thunderclan nursery. A spitting image of the silver tabby, down to the bare spots on the back of her ears. A thick oily tear rolled off the kit's cheek, watching her mother limp toward the chilling body of her father. "D-daddy?..." Ravenkit spoke in disbelief, her younger siblings echoed the words. For a moment, it was just heart wrenching, peaceful silence. Then the wailing rose to Silverpelt, young felines calling to their warrior ancestors to care for their father's spirit...