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In-Game Roleplay & Group Advertisement / Re: Rising Dawn || Literate Warriors RP
« on: September 09, 2016, 03:58:54 am »
Username: ethl
Name: Shadefeather
Desired Clan: Stormclan
Desired Rank: Warrior
Appearance: Dark coat with darker markings, dark blue eyes, and a light tail tip. She has longish fur and a longer tuft on her forehead. She's also a small and somewhat lean cat.
Personality: Friendly, confident, quiet and stealthy, loyal, easily tempted
RP Sample:
Settled underneath a large tree, hidden away in the shade, the small she-cat lays crouched with her ears perked and whiskers twitching. It'd been a long day, many cats bustling throughout the camp, so she'd gone out herself to hunt. Hunting had been one of the several activities that calmed her down, along with sparing and occasionally wading in the water, but this was the most useful to the Clan. It'd been peaceful as of late, so she chose this over any other possible activities.
Something rustles a few tail lengths away and her narrowed eyes twitch in that direction, searching for fur or feathers. A leaf twitches, too close, and she leaps, forearms outreached and claws stretched. Shadefeather lands on something soft, then a crack, and she's biting down on the neck of a mouse.
She looks over her catch and shakes out her fur. Nice and plump. She can't help but lick her lips, sniffing at the creature and fitting the urge to just bite down. So she quickly picks it up and makes her way back to camp. Someone else needs this more than she does after all.
Name: Shadefeather
Desired Clan: Stormclan
Desired Rank: Warrior
Appearance: Dark coat with darker markings, dark blue eyes, and a light tail tip. She has longish fur and a longer tuft on her forehead. She's also a small and somewhat lean cat.
Personality: Friendly, confident, quiet and stealthy, loyal, easily tempted
RP Sample:
Settled underneath a large tree, hidden away in the shade, the small she-cat lays crouched with her ears perked and whiskers twitching. It'd been a long day, many cats bustling throughout the camp, so she'd gone out herself to hunt. Hunting had been one of the several activities that calmed her down, along with sparing and occasionally wading in the water, but this was the most useful to the Clan. It'd been peaceful as of late, so she chose this over any other possible activities.
Something rustles a few tail lengths away and her narrowed eyes twitch in that direction, searching for fur or feathers. A leaf twitches, too close, and she leaps, forearms outreached and claws stretched. Shadefeather lands on something soft, then a crack, and she's biting down on the neck of a mouse.
She looks over her catch and shakes out her fur. Nice and plump. She can't help but lick her lips, sniffing at the creature and fitting the urge to just bite down. So she quickly picks it up and makes her way back to camp. Someone else needs this more than she does after all.
