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Renegade Row / Re: Renegade Row Applications
« on: May 12, 2021, 04:41:29 am »
-What is your character's name?: Dylas

-What species are they?: Wolfbull (wolf and pitbull) mix

-What do they look like? Please provide either a picture, screenshot, reference sheet, or describe what they look like: Dark, copper red fur with off-white markings down his back and lime green eyes. He has a tall, stocky stature.

-What rank branch are you looking to place them in (Fighter, Guard, Hunter, Medic, Rankless)?: Fighter
-1 to 10, how active are you in-game?: 5 (I just rejoined FH and have yet to find a group to be a part of </3 )

-Why do you want to join Renegade Row?: The group fits all that I like in an FH group, it seems really chill and gives roleplayers creative freedom!

-Do you like Spaghetti? (optional): i love spaghetti!!!!!!

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Thanks!~

Dogmeat is such a cool name for such an awesome dog though

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Name :  Neal
Sex :  Male
Age :  Seven years
Breed :  Saint Bernard Mix
Specialized Skill (Combat, Stealth, or Stamina) : Stamina+ A little bit of Combat
Brief History/Personality :  Neal is much like the old man who yells at you to get off his lawn. He's rough on the edges and very hostile, and most would say it's best to avoid him. He's grown jaded and insufferable in his old age. If one got to know him, they'd be disappointed to find that there is no warm, gooey interior to this male. He acts just as bitter and angry as he is on the inside, and nobody knows why he is this way. It's all buried in his long history that Neal is not too eager to share. To add a few other things, he is quite anti-social, flighty, and selfish.

If there is any upside to his personality, it's that he won't turn a blind eye to injustice. He may even lend a paw to someone being treated unfairly or suffering, but he won't stick around long enough to hear a 'thank you'.
Extras : His front right leg was bit by a rat, and a disease is spreading across his body. He may not live long without medical attention.
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psst i get the reference

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~Opalpaw~
The apprentice winced slightly, the Rainclan leader had not taken the bait. She wondered why Tornear hadn't just told the truth, but she supposed that she would explain later. Opalpaw wondered if there was any way she could hep the situation... Before she knew it, her mouth was running. "Don't you know? It's only sun-rise." Opalpaw offered a shy smile, "They're practically half-asleep, it's so quiet."


=Foxtrap=
"Quite well," The orange tom purred in reply to Liontuft. The bones of the rabbit lay before him, and now the warrior was stretching out his muscles for the day ahead of him. He rested on the ground with his eyes half open, bathed in sunlight for a few more minutes, before he was awoken by the sound of his leader's voice. Foxtrap nudged Liontuft and swiftly came up to the cluster of warriors underneath the highrock, his green orbs tilted upward to see Meadowstar.

When her speech was over, his ear flicked in what seemed like a nervous twitch, like something was wrong. That disappeared as he entered Meadowstar's den, the only emotion betraying his face was honest determination. "Meadowstar," He tilted his muzzle downward before looking up again, "I ask that I may stay behind this Gathering." Foxtrap let his ears go back a little, made it look like he was troubled, "I'm concerned about that rogue Liontuft had reported yesterday. I find it only necessary to leave behind a little extra security."


*Oddstar*
Oddstar let out an earth-shaking caterwaul as she noticed the ground coming closer and closer to her face. The sound was caught between fear and fury. As the forest floor struck her chest, knocking the wind out of her, she hoped to Starclan that someone from camp had heard her. However, she didn't have much time to hope, as she lifted herself off the ground and faced her foe. Oddstar snarled, fur puffing out and claws unsheathing, the she-cat becoming nothing more than a bristling bundle of nerves.
"Bring it, rogue. "

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(( This goes out to all the rogues; and it somewhat involves my plan for what Foxtrap does the night of the Gathering. Would it be all right if Foxtrap had met, or rather knew the rogues well beforehand, in secret?))

*Oddstar*
The she-cat twisted uncomfortably on the branch, her claws unsheathing unconsciously to grip the textured bark. She yawned in her sleep, burying her head further into her forepaws. Her tail swept across the perch and dangled off the side of the branch, just in the reach of the approaching rogue.

((Fireblaze is allowed to drag her down for a fight or whatever ^_^))

~Opalpaw~
"What do we do...?" She asked meekly, as if speaking too loud would only make Tornear more agitated. The fur on the back of her neck bristled in fright, her ears pressed against head. The gears in the apprentice's head were starting to turn, an idea to go and search for their missing leader starting to formulate. She opened her maw to voice this, but was soon cut off when she noticed an approaching figure. Opalpaw ducked behind her mentor, bi-colored eyes scrutinizing the three cats carefully. Once she confirmed that they were all Rainclan cats (which were the only other cats she trusted outside of her own clan), the apprentice dropped her eyes to the ground.
"I've come to speak with Oddstar." Maplestar announced.
Opalpaw glanced worriedly at Tornear, wondering what she would say.

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Art Gallery / Re: Quickly, I shall sketch your OCs! [OPEN]
« on: January 12, 2014, 09:22:59 pm »
Sketch requests are open again, but only for a certain window of time, so hurry!~

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((I'm guessing the timeskip is in action xD For Whisperstep and Blizz, let's just say they went back to camp once Koy left.))

~Opalpaw~
The white-furred youth was up at the early hours of the morning, drawing images in the thick mud puddle in front of the den and listlessly going over the herbs that they might need to retrieve on their trip. There wasn't much of a shortage on herbs, so that quickly grew uninteresting. Opalpaw laid flat on her back with her limbs flailing in the air, her eyes staring off into the distance. It wasn't until the sunrays started to peek through the leaves of the forest and into the den that Opalpaw noticed that something was not quite right. Oddstar should have waken up the clan by now, sent out a hunting patrol at least...

Blinking, she rolled back onto her belly and lifted herself up, hesitating to wake up the slumbering Tornear. Eventually she made up her mind and stepped into her mentor's chamber. Opalpaw attempted to wake up the sleeping medicine cat by gently shaking her with her forepaws. "Tornear...Something's not right." Her ears were pressed against her head, "Something is not right."


=Foxtrap=
Ever the early bird (mostly because he was a light sleeper), Foxtrap was up and at it the moment he heard pawsteps out in the camp. He yawned widely, grooming his flattened chest fur before padding into the sunlight and toward the freshkill pile. Foxtrap's eyes brightened as he noticed Meadowstar dining on a bird. "Good morning, Meadowstar." He mewed, grabbing a plump rabbit from the pile and lying down with it as well. The hunting spree they had gone on yesterday left him not only tired, but hungry.


*Oddstar*
Some time during the night, the Leaflcan leader had grown a bit envious of the rogue's ability to sleep without a care. She remembered thinking I could catch him off guard right now, just jump down and snap his neck like a twig. This did not happen, of course, she was already drifting into her own dreamland. It was sunhigh now, birds chirping merrily and sunlight casting patches of brightness onto the ground, but none of it stirred her awake. She shifted every now and again, completely unaware of the rogue beneath her.


((Nothing for Whisperstep for now.))

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(( @Katra, makes sense~
Waiting for Blizzardstar to post for Whisperstep.
@Heartsgirl, I'd rather not get into a fight right before the time skip, so I'm not gonna make Oddstar fight him, okay? xD Oddstar be lazy. ))

*Oddstar*
Surely this tom is insane. She lifted her head, closing her eyes indignantly. "What nonsense are you spouting now?" When she looked down at him again, the look in his eyes said that he was planning something quite unsavory for when she was too close for comfort. His intent was clear. And so she found herself in quite a sticky situation; if she left, she'd be simply leaving the rogue to wander her land. She'd already swore to never call for her warriors until he harmed her.

Oddstar did something strange that night, and that was to lie down on the thin tree branch, her fluffy tail curling around her. Her eyes were alert, guarded, and watched the rogue's every move. Not a fur or whisker on her body moved. She decided that the solution to getting rid of this rogue was simply a test of patience. Oddstar knew creatures like this well; eventually he'd lose interest in his bloodlust. Even if he stayed until sunhigh, her warriors would wonder where she had gone and come looking for her. And so she waited.


((Maybe after the timeskip (if Fireblaze doesn't leave overnight) he can find a way to get to her while she's asleep on the tree.))

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((I was thinking of having a time skip to the morning once Koy and Blizzardstar are done fighting. Not much to rp when they're all sleeping xD))

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((Yeah, like Windclan. Only there are a lot more tunnelers. My idea was that since their territory is burnt down, they moved their camp underground.))

=Foxtrap=
Foxtrap nodded in agreement, quickly digging up his mice and carrying them by tail. The three made their way through the frigid night, their pawsteps printed in the damp dirt beneath them. With his mouth occupied by five mice, Foxtrap was silent the whole way back.

After tossing his mice into the freshkill pile, the tom yawned with his eyes glazed over with weariness. He shook himself, bits of wood and dirt flying off his pelt. He made a note to himself to take a dip in the pond or something... Well, actually, the Gathering was only a day away. The smell and the dirt might help when I'm doing any sneaking around... If Thornpaw or Liontuft looked close enough, behind the sleepy green orbs was that same dangerous look from before. He bid goodnight to his two companions before retreating to the warriors den, where he fell asleep plotting his plan of "attack" for the night of the Gathering.


*Oddstar*
Oddstar didn't hold back her look of disgust toward the flame-furred rogue beneath her. She was used to cats that could scale trees several foxlengths high... This tom simply threw himself upon the trunk without hope of getting a kitten's breath closer to where she sat. Suppose I can't expect much more from some rogue. The thing that unnerved her was this creature's insane grin. She didn't want to know what he was thinking.

Her bi-colored eyes narrowed, staring down her nose at him. He seemed to be waiting for her to come down, but she saw no reason to at this moment.
"I'm going to give you a choice." She raised her head slightly, nose pointing away from where the camp was, "You can walk away from here, unscathed, and go hunt somewhere else." Oddstar looked back down, expression unchanged, but her tone becoming darker. "Or if you don't, I have a whole group of warriors that will tear you apart piece by piece if you so much as scratch me or another Leafclan cat." She lifted a dainty paw, licking it complacently for a moment and rubbing it behind her ear. "What'll it be? I haven't got all moon-high, rogue."


||Whisperstep||
Darkness. And yet she could feel and see everything around her. Specifically, she could feel the vibrations of a fight above her, and hear yowls, hisses. She twisted the muscles of her body to fit the hidden path, her paws spreading the earth apart and pulling her forward. Whisperstep crawled as fast as the tunnel allowed her to, the vibrations becoming clearer as she neared the scene of the fight.

Right, left. Right, left, and then suddenly her left paw pushes up a pile of leaves and is enveloped in cold night air. She breathes in, careful not to gasp for air because someone might hear her. That's the only thing she really has to hide herself, because there's nothing to hide behind, really. Burnt forest and all. Luckily, the two cats are so involved in their quarrel that they've barely noticed the she-cat.

Whisperstep's eyes widen as she realizes that it's her leader fighting a rogue, and that's when she blows her cover, "Blizzardstar!"
She bounds forward and steps in between them, hackles raised, but she hardly looks intimidating. She may hate conflict, but abandoning ones leader...That is simply unforgivable. She stands her ground.

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