Rising Dawn || Literate Warriors RP

[Elaysa]

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.

Accepted!

Please add SCW into your character's name and send a joining request to 'Rising Dawn' in-game. Also, register onto the site http://risingdawn.boards.net/ and I'll approve both your group request and your site account request as soon as I get to it! ^^

See you in-game ^^

[Infinitesimal]

1. FeralHeart Username : |Blood|
2. Character Name : Ashenflight
3. Desired Clan: Pitchclan
4. Desired Position : Warrior
5. Something about your character (personality, picture, backstory, and such): Ashenflight is a very prideful and loyal cat. She always ensures that the needs of her clan come first, even at what some would say is a large cost. She is loyal to the warrior code but would not hesitate to bend rules to her will should she feel she needs to in order to protect her family and her clan. She was born and raised in Pitchclan, a fierce warrior at heart alongside two siblings. She became a warrior very quickly at only 11 moons old. Unfortunately tragedy struck her family and one by one her mother, father and siblings joined Starclan, leaving her alone. This has made Ashenflight rather bitter towards starclan, unsure of how they could be so cruel to her. {I  have more plans for her personality but that's the basics. }
She is a dark grey tabby she-cat with short sleek fur and bright amber eyes.
6. RP Sample Ashenflight tasted the air, cringing at the cool scent of leafbare. She pricked her ears towards the thin undergrowth ahead of her. It was't only biting cold she could taste; there was something else, a hint of rabbit.  She crept forward slowly but the scarce undergrowth betrayed her and the rabbit bolted. Unwilling to give in she gave chase, feeling the wind her fur. She wouldn't let this catch get away from her. With a triumphant lunge forward she skidded to a halt with the rabbit dead in her jaws. The Queens would eat well tonight.

[Elaysa]

1. FeralHeart Username : |Blood|
2. Character Name : Ashenflight
3. Desired Clan: Pitchclan
4. Desired Position : Warrior
5. Something about your character (personality, picture, backstory, and such): Ashenflight is a very prideful and loyal cat. She always ensures that the needs of her clan come first, even at what some would say is a large cost. She is loyal to the warrior code but would not hesitate to bend rules to her will should she feel she needs to in order to protect her family and her clan. She was born and raised in Pitchclan, a fierce warrior at heart alongside two siblings. She became a warrior very quickly at only 11 moons old. Unfortunately tragedy struck her family and one by one her mother, father and siblings joined Starclan, leaving her alone. This has made Ashenflight rather bitter towards starclan, unsure of how they could be so cruel to her. {I  have more plans for her personality but that's the basics. }
She is a dark grey tabby she-cat with short sleek fur and bright amber eyes.
6. RP Sample Ashenflight tasted the air, cringing at the cool scent of leafbare. She pricked her ears towards the thin undergrowth ahead of her. It was't only biting cold she could taste; there was something else, a hint of rabbit.  She crept forward slowly but the scarce undergrowth betrayed her and the rabbit bolted. Unwilling to give in she gave chase, feeling the wind her fur. She wouldn't let this catch get away from her. With a triumphant lunge forward she skidded to a halt with the rabbit dead in her jaws. The Queens would eat well tonight.

Approved ^^

Once you add the in-game tag, PCW, into Ashenflight's name, send a joining request to the in-game group of the roleplay; Rising Dawn. I'll accept it as soon as I get to the recruiter today. Also, register to the site http://risingdawn.boards.net/ and read everything important once your account gets approved!

See you in-game!

[xLittletail]

1. Username: Spyturtle

2. Character: Jaywing
Gender:: Tom-cat
Age: ~ 90 Moons
Breed: American Shorthair

3. Desired Clan: PitchClan
4. Desired Position: Warrior

5. Backstory: Jaywing was born in a Clan that fell apart soon after he earned his warrior name. He and his sister, Moonflower, stayed together for awhile until they got into an argument one day. Moonflower wanted to roam the earth and find other cats while Jaywing wanted to stay in the quaint little field the two had lived in.

In the end, Moonflower left, and Jaywing stayed. However he was eventually chased away by a group of vicious cats who decided to claim the prey-rich field for themselves. Now he roams the earth in search of a new home, preferably one that isn't so lonely.

Personality: Jaywing is pretty laid back, friendly with almost any cat he meets unless given reasons not to be.  He's pretty oblivious about even the most obvious of things, so excuse him if he doesn't react as you'd like him to.

The biggest thing about Jaywing is that he's a big pacifist. He hates the sight of so much blood and the feeling of his own claws tearing another's flesh. Despite that, he remains fully loyal to the people he loves, and would fight for them if given no other choice.

Appearance
Pelt Color: Silver / Pale gray
Pelt Markings: Darker gray classic tabby stripes
Other Colors: White Underbelly / Tailtip
Eye Color: Sky-Blue

6. RP Sample: The silver tom's tail twitched as the scents flooded his senses. His sky-blue gaze flicked around before resting on a rustling patch of grass. 'Bullseye.' He thought to himself as he crouched, tail hovering above the grass. Jaywing slithered forward, as quiet as he could be.

The rustling stopped, but soon continued as Jaywing held his breath. He bunched his muscles and leapt with a swift pounce. He slammed his paws down on the small rodent as he landed, and gave it a quick bite on its spine. The tabby purred as he heard the crack.

Jaywing stood, holding the mouse in his jaws, and padded away to where he'd made his den for the night.

[Elaysa]

1. Username: Spyturtle

2. Character: Jaywing
Gender:: Tom-cat
Age: ~ 90 Moons
Breed: American Shorthair

3. Desired Clan: PitchClan
4. Desired Position: Warrior

5. Backstory: Jaywing was born in a Clan that fell apart soon after he earned his warrior name. He and his sister, Moonflower, stayed together for awhile until they got into an argument one day. Moonflower wanted to roam the earth and find other cats while Jaywing wanted to stay in the quaint little field the two had lived in.

In the end, Moonflower left, and Jaywing stayed. However he was eventually chased away by a group of vicious cats who decided to claim the prey-rich field for themselves. Now he roams the earth in search of a new home, preferably one that isn't so lonely.

Personality: Jaywing is pretty laid back, friendly with almost any cat he meets unless given reasons not to be.  He's pretty oblivious about even the most obvious of things, so excuse him if he doesn't react as you'd like him to.

The biggest thing about Jaywing is that he's a big pacifist. He hates the sight of so much blood and the feeling of his own claws tearing another's flesh. Despite that, he remains fully loyal to the people he loves, and would fight for them if given no other choice.

Appearance
Pelt Color: Silver / Pale gray
Pelt Markings: Darker gray classic tabby stripes
Other Colors: White Underbelly / Tailtip
Eye Color: Sky-Blue

6. RP Sample: The silver tom's tail twitched as the scents flooded his senses. His sky-blue gaze flicked around before resting on a rustling patch of grass. 'Bullseye.' He thought to himself as he crouched, tail hovering above the grass. Jaywing slithered forward, as quiet as he could be.

The rustling stopped, but soon continued as Jaywing held his breath. He bunched his muscles and leapt with a swift pounce. He slammed his paws down on the small rodent as he landed, and gave it a quick bite on its spine. The tabby purred as he heard the crack.

Jaywing stood, holding the mouse in his jaws, and padded away to where he'd made his den for the night.

Accepted, though I have something more to say to this application. First of all, players are unable to create their own original Clans for the character's backstory. Rogue groups may be approved after a careful conversation with the staff. Another thing is that players are required to ask the staff before making a Clan character that does not come from the Clan; has a rogue origin, or even is a half-Clan (has parents that come from two different Clans). This is all to keep the balance between the characters, and such. I think that we may solve these things in-game or on the site though C:

Add PCW into the character's name, send a joining request to Rising Dawn in-game. Register to the site ( http://risingdawn.boards.net/ ) and read everything important once your account gets approved.

See you in-game ^.^

[Swen.]

1. FeralHeart Username
> Swen.

2. Character Name
> Wildstream

3. Desired Clan
> MistClan

4. Desired Position
> A mere Warrior
(We currently only accept normal adult cats, not apprentices due to a lack of warriors wanting to train them. And kits due to a lack of queens. We also don't directly accept someone for a highly ranked position, you have to audition for that on the site!)

5. Something about your character (personality, picture, backstory, and such)


> > G e n e r a l  I n f o r m a t i o n < <

Name - Wildstream
Previous Name(s) - Wildpaw, Wildkit
Titles Earned - Calm Strength, Wilderness, Enchantress
Classification - felis catus, domestic shorthair. Natural breed.
Age - 25 moon cycles
Gender - Female [XX]
Weight - Average
Height - Above average
Lenght - Above average
Voice - Eerie and soft laced; commonly described as sweet and collected.

> > S e m b l a n c e < <

Crafted in the folds of persistance, just like water:  Wildstream is considered the epitome of the stronger bloodlines. Sleek, elegant black pelt with matching underfur. The persistance she inherited from her patriarch figure gifted her with powerful muscles and lean body, for she was always striving to improve her battle skills as her one biggest ambition has always been to become one of the elite Warriors. Simply one of the best. Though slightly larger than average, her form is capable to withstand a lot of damage and return it tenfold. Slender, long and tall frame, with muscles ripping under the silky texture that is her fur. The battles she has beed apart of and all the training she endured have left a few scars across her body. They are, however, well hidden under the thick lace of her fur. Though quite the capable fighter, her body build is not the one to charge headlong into battle; small mascular shoulders, small paws and great flexibility; a great mix of speed and evaseveness that would later transform into quick and target set blows. In battles Wildstream focuses on discovering the weaknesses of her opponents, using witts rather than brutal strength. She is cunning and calculating; always striking where her enemy is lacking defense, strenght, power or brains, sometimes by simply letting them tire themselves off. As much strength her form can hold, larger and bulkier cats are superior to her in that regard, rendering her to use her speed, balance and agility to top them. Luminous green eyes, in the shade of bright emerald that stand out from her solid, black pelt. Commonly they are the first thing any cat may notice of her appearance; soft, round and captivating. One of the reasons she was bestowed with the title of the Enchantress. Her solid pelt is lucious, texture like the softest of silk, with small bumps where her scars are hidden; usually that part of her fur is the hardest to groom and will most likely never stay in place. She is quite impressive presence, overall beautiful and enticing.

> > P e r s o n a l i t y  A n d  T r a i t s < <

VIRTUES
Congenial, Devoted, Ambitious, Affectionate, Persistant, Tactful, Military, Kind, Selfless, Social, Mature, Protective, Strict, Motherly.

VICES
[mostly towards strangers]
Defiant, Short-tempered, Exploiting, Wary, Hostile, Impulsive, Prideful, Strict.

- -
= )

6. RP Sample
(lookout for grammar, try to be descriptive, and do not use wolfspeak. We are capable of accepting semi-literate people, if they are willing to improve though!)

   Today, was a grand day. Today, was a great day; one which would write her and her Clanmates' names down to history with blood instead of ink. There were mere times she enjoyed war; mere times where she enjoyed it with a fierce determination for it was when she could reach her full potential as a Warrior. Yet, she enjoyed war when it was amongst her enemies and not amongst her friends. Wildstream, the Enchantress, would not enjoy the fierceness of the battlefield this time around. How could she ever fight some of her friends? A long supressed sigh escaped from her lungs, which heaved with anticipation of the hell which was to be released by mid-day tomorrow.Her Clan was going to war against the others. Four fighting, only one to win. And she had to make sure her own was to be that one; even if it meant fighting against some of her own confidantes. The she-cat collected herself in a sitting position in a quite elegant manner, and then began her scheduled grooming, starting off with her front paws.
   ''Wildstream.'' her ears perked up at the call of her name, he actions halted in order to gaze upon the source of the sound, which was none other than her very own closest friend. ''Bearclaw.'' She acknowledged him with a smile. ''Can't a lady enjoy sometime of relaxation?'' she continued along, batting her eyelashes. The brute of a cat let out a booming laughter, his head shaking in earnest. ''You are anything BUT a lady, Wild. Besides you hate reaxation.'' The tom-cat raised a challenging eyebrow; Wildstream smirked. ''Oh well. You caught me.'' She raised to her paws and stretched her aching spine; finally some action. ''What do you have for me?'' she inquired and approached her friend.
    ''Deputy requested that you take the apprentices out for patrol and maybe hunt down something down on your way back. The pile needs more rottens and -Removed by Moderator-.'' Bearclaw prompted indifferently, while Wildstream choked. ''The apprentices? Are you in earnest?'' She half-screamed in horror. By StarClan all these fluffy kids would make her brains explode. ''Why can't YOU do that?! You know I will loose my mind around them all day! StarClan help me!'' the she-cat wailed dramatically, her temper rising. ''Because I,'' started Bearclaw puffing up his chest proudly ''am to accompany the Leader off to the Northern borders. He does have a meeting with the rest of the lot and needs protection.'' he fisnished off proudly. ''What?!'' shrieked she. ''You know I am one of the best Warriors. How come you're going and I am not?!'' She asked, tail lashing out in earnest behind her. Bearclaw bit back a chuckle. ''Because you were volonteering for your task!'' Bearclaw drank in the horrified expression of his Clanmate, while Wildstream seethed in anger, swimming in a pool of liquid shock; or so it seemed to her. ''You!'' she hissed accusingly. ''I am going to kick your ass into oblivion!'' She seethed and proceeded in doing just that.
    The two of them were chasing around each other for a good hour or so, before they were separated to finish their representative task. Bearclaw still chuckling in earnest, while Wildstream was drowning in her own anger, while being crouded by some overly excited apprentices.

[Elaysa]

1. FeralHeart Username
> Swen.

2. Character Name
> Wildstream

3. Desired Clan
> MistClan

4. Desired Position
> A mere Warrior
(We currently only accept normal adult cats, not apprentices due to a lack of warriors wanting to train them. And kits due to a lack of queens. We also don't directly accept someone for a highly ranked position, you have to audition for that on the site!)

5. Something about your character (personality, picture, backstory, and such)


> > G e n e r a l  I n f o r m a t i o n < <

Name - Wildstream
Previous Name(s) - Wildpaw, Wildkit
Titles Earned - Calm Strength, Wilderness, Enchantress
Classification - felis catus, domestic shorthair. Natural breed.
Age - 25 moon cycles
Gender - Female [XX]
Weight - Average
Height - Above average
Lenght - Above average
Voice - Eerie and soft laced; commonly described as sweet and collected.

> > S e m b l a n c e < <

Crafted in the folds of persistance, just like water:  Wildstream is considered the epitome of the stronger bloodlines. Sleek, elegant black pelt with matching underfur. The persistance she inherited from her patriarch figure gifted her with powerful muscles and lean body, for she was always striving to improve her battle skills as her one biggest ambition has always been to become one of the elite Warriors. Simply one of the best. Though slightly larger than average, her form is capable to withstand a lot of damage and return it tenfold. Slender, long and tall frame, with muscles ripping under the silky texture that is her fur. The battles she has beed apart of and all the training she endured have left a few scars across her body. They are, however, well hidden under the thick lace of her fur. Though quite the capable fighter, her body build is not the one to charge headlong into battle; small mascular shoulders, small paws and great flexibility; a great mix of speed and evaseveness that would later transform into quick and target set blows. In battles Wildstream focuses on discovering the weaknesses of her opponents, using witts rather than brutal strength. She is cunning and calculating; always striking where her enemy is lacking defense, strenght, power or brains, sometimes by simply letting them tire themselves off. As much strength her form can hold, larger and bulkier cats are superior to her in that regard, rendering her to use her speed, balance and agility to top them. Luminous green eyes, in the shade of bright emerald that stand out from her solid, black pelt. Commonly they are the first thing any cat may notice of her appearance; soft, round and captivating. One of the reasons she was bestowed with the title of the Enchantress. Her solid pelt is lucious, texture like the softest of silk, with small bumps where her scars are hidden; usually that part of her fur is the hardest to groom and will most likely never stay in place. She is quite impressive presence, overall beautiful and enticing.

> > P e r s o n a l i t y  A n d  T r a i t s < <

VIRTUES
Congenial, Devoted, Ambitious, Affectionate, Persistant, Tactful, Military, Kind, Selfless, Social, Mature, Protective, Strict, Motherly.

VICES
[mostly towards strangers]
Defiant, Short-tempered, Exploiting, Wary, Hostile, Impulsive, Prideful, Strict.

- -
= )

6. RP Sample
(lookout for grammar, try to be descriptive, and do not use wolfspeak. We are capable of accepting semi-literate people, if they are willing to improve though!)

   Today, was a grand day. Today, was a great day; one which would write her and her Clanmates' names down to history with blood instead of ink. There were mere times she enjoyed war; mere times where she enjoyed it with a fierce determination for it was when she could reach her full potential as a Warrior. Yet, she enjoyed war when it was amongst her enemies and not amongst her friends. Wildstream, the Enchantress, would not enjoy the fierceness of the battlefield this time around. How could she ever fight some of her friends? A long supressed sigh escaped from her lungs, which heaved with anticipation of the hell which was to be released by mid-day tomorrow.Her Clan was going to war against the others. Four fighting, only one to win. And she had to make sure her own was to be that one; even if it meant fighting against some of her own confidantes. The she-cat collected herself in a sitting position in a quite elegant manner, and then began her scheduled grooming, starting off with her front paws.
   ''Wildstream.'' her ears perked up at the call of her name, he actions halted in order to gaze upon the source of the sound, which was none other than her very own closest friend. ''Bearclaw.'' She acknowledged him with a smile. ''Can't a lady enjoy sometime of relaxation?'' she continued along, batting her eyelashes. The brute of a cat let out a booming laughter, his head shaking in earnest. ''You are anything BUT a lady, Wild. Besides you hate reaxation.'' The tom-cat raised a challenging eyebrow; Wildstream smirked. ''Oh well. You caught me.'' She raised to her paws and stretched her aching spine; finally some action. ''What do you have for me?'' she inquired and approached her friend.
    ''Deputy requested that you take the apprentices out for patrol and maybe hunt down something down on your way back. The pile needs more rottens and -Removed by Moderator-.'' Bearclaw prompted indifferently, while Wildstream choked. ''The apprentices? Are you in earnest?'' She half-screamed in horror. By StarClan all these fluffy kids would make her brains explode. ''Why can't YOU do that?! You know I will loose my mind around them all day! StarClan help me!'' the she-cat wailed dramatically, her temper rising. ''Because I,'' started Bearclaw puffing up his chest proudly ''am to accompany the Leader off to the Northern borders. He does have a meeting with the rest of the lot and needs protection.'' he fisnished off proudly. ''What?!'' shrieked she. ''You know I am one of the best Warriors. How come you're going and I am not?!'' She asked, tail lashing out in earnest behind her. Bearclaw bit back a chuckle. ''Because you were volonteering for your task!'' Bearclaw drank in the horrified expression of his Clanmate, while Wildstream seethed in anger, swimming in a pool of liquid shock; or so it seemed to her. ''You!'' she hissed accusingly. ''I am going to kick your ass into oblivion!'' She seethed and proceeded in doing just that.
    The two of them were chasing around each other for a good hour or so, before they were separated to finish their representative task. Bearclaw still chuckling in earnest, while Wildstream was drowning in her own anger, while being crouded by some overly excited apprentices.

Accepted!

Like I keep on saying to anyone else, who gets accepted there; add MCW into the character's name, send a joining request to Rising Dawn, and register to the site (http://risingdawn.boards.net/). I'll approve these things as soon as I can! I'll look forward to seeing you in the community!

[Swen.]

1. FeralHeart Username
> Swen.

2. Character Name
> Wildstream

3. Desired Clan
> MistClan

4. Desired Position
> A mere Warrior
(We currently only accept normal adult cats, not apprentices due to a lack of warriors wanting to train them. And kits due to a lack of queens. We also don't directly accept someone for a highly ranked position, you have to audition for that on the site!)

5. Something about your character (personality, picture, backstory, and such)


> > G e n e r a l  I n f o r m a t i o n < <

Name - Wildstream
Previous Name(s) - Wildpaw, Wildkit
Titles Earned - Calm Strength, Wilderness, Enchantress
Classification - felis catus, domestic shorthair. Natural breed.
Age - 25 moon cycles
Gender - Female [XX]
Weight - Average
Height - Above average
Lenght - Above average
Voice - Eerie and soft laced; commonly described as sweet and collected.

> > S e m b l a n c e < <

Crafted in the folds of persistance, just like water:  Wildstream is considered the epitome of the stronger bloodlines. Sleek, elegant black pelt with matching underfur. The persistance she inherited from her patriarch figure gifted her with powerful muscles and lean body, for she was always striving to improve her battle skills as her one biggest ambition has always been to become one of the elite Warriors. Simply one of the best. Though slightly larger than average, her form is capable to withstand a lot of damage and return it tenfold. Slender, long and tall frame, with muscles ripping under the silky texture that is her fur. The battles she has beed apart of and all the training she endured have left a few scars across her body. They are, however, well hidden under the thick lace of her fur. Though quite the capable fighter, her body build is not the one to charge headlong into battle; small mascular shoulders, small paws and great flexibility; a great mix of speed and evaseveness that would later transform into quick and target set blows. In battles Wildstream focuses on discovering the weaknesses of her opponents, using witts rather than brutal strength. She is cunning and calculating; always striking where her enemy is lacking defense, strenght, power or brains, sometimes by simply letting them tire themselves off. As much strength her form can hold, larger and bulkier cats are superior to her in that regard, rendering her to use her speed, balance and agility to top them. Luminous green eyes, in the shade of bright emerald that stand out from her solid, black pelt. Commonly they are the first thing any cat may notice of her appearance; soft, round and captivating. One of the reasons she was bestowed with the title of the Enchantress. Her solid pelt is lucious, texture like the softest of silk, with small bumps where her scars are hidden; usually that part of her fur is the hardest to groom and will most likely never stay in place. She is quite impressive presence, overall beautiful and enticing.

> > P e r s o n a l i t y  A n d  T r a i t s < <

VIRTUES
Congenial, Devoted, Ambitious, Affectionate, Persistant, Tactful, Military, Kind, Selfless, Social, Mature, Protective, Strict, Motherly.

VICES
[mostly towards strangers]
Defiant, Short-tempered, Exploiting, Wary, Hostile, Impulsive, Prideful, Strict.

- -
= )

6. RP Sample
(lookout for grammar, try to be descriptive, and do not use wolfspeak. We are capable of accepting semi-literate people, if they are willing to improve though!)

   Today, was a grand day. Today, was a great day; one which would write her and her Clanmates' names down to history with blood instead of ink. There were mere times she enjoyed war; mere times where she enjoyed it with a fierce determination for it was when she could reach her full potential as a Warrior. Yet, she enjoyed war when it was amongst her enemies and not amongst her friends. Wildstream, the Enchantress, would not enjoy the fierceness of the battlefield this time around. How could she ever fight some of her friends? A long supressed sigh escaped from her lungs, which heaved with anticipation of the hell which was to be released by mid-day tomorrow.Her Clan was going to war against the others. Four fighting, only one to win. And she had to make sure her own was to be that one; even if it meant fighting against some of her own confidantes. The she-cat collected herself in a sitting position in a quite elegant manner, and then began her scheduled grooming, starting off with her front paws.
   ''Wildstream.'' her ears perked up at the call of her name, he actions halted in order to gaze upon the source of the sound, which was none other than her very own closest friend. ''Bearclaw.'' She acknowledged him with a smile. ''Can't a lady enjoy sometime of relaxation?'' she continued along, batting her eyelashes. The brute of a cat let out a booming laughter, his head shaking in earnest. ''You are anything BUT a lady, Wild. Besides you hate reaxation.'' The tom-cat raised a challenging eyebrow; Wildstream smirked. ''Oh well. You caught me.'' She raised to her paws and stretched her aching spine; finally some action. ''What do you have for me?'' she inquired and approached her friend.
    ''Deputy requested that you take the apprentices out for patrol and maybe hunt down something down on your way back. The pile needs more rottens and -Removed by Moderator-.'' Bearclaw prompted indifferently, while Wildstream choked. ''The apprentices? Are you in earnest?'' She half-screamed in horror. By StarClan all these fluffy kids would make her brains explode. ''Why can't YOU do that?! You know I will loose my mind around them all day! StarClan help me!'' the she-cat wailed dramatically, her temper rising. ''Because I,'' started Bearclaw puffing up his chest proudly ''am to accompany the Leader off to the Northern borders. He does have a meeting with the rest of the lot and needs protection.'' he fisnished off proudly. ''What?!'' shrieked she. ''You know I am one of the best Warriors. How come you're going and I am not?!'' She asked, tail lashing out in earnest behind her. Bearclaw bit back a chuckle. ''Because you were volonteering for your task!'' Bearclaw drank in the horrified expression of his Clanmate, while Wildstream seethed in anger, swimming in a pool of liquid shock; or so it seemed to her. ''You!'' she hissed accusingly. ''I am going to kick your ass into oblivion!'' She seethed and proceeded in doing just that.
    The two of them were chasing around each other for a good hour or so, before they were separated to finish their representative task. Bearclaw still chuckling in earnest, while Wildstream was drowning in her own anger, while being crouded by some overly excited apprentices.

Accepted!

Like I keep on saying to anyone else, who gets accepted there; add MCW into the character's name, send a joining request to Rising Dawn, and register to the site (http://risingdawn.boards.net/). I'll approve these things as soon as I can! I'll look forward to seeing you in the community!

Will do! Thank you very much! <3

[Kipjen]

Wow! This looks amazing! Very very very impressive!!
1. FeralHeart Username:Kipjen
2. Character Name:Emberfall
3. Desired Clan:Mist Clan
4. Desired Position:Warrior
5. Something about your character (personality, picture, backstory, and such):
Picture:
-Personality:{WIP}
 ~Enjoys Conversation
 ~Usually takes extra leaps and bounds when walking/running somewhere
 ~Energetic
 ~When embarrassed, she can misspell words.
-Skills
 ~Bad at catching flying animals
 ~Average at catching rodents/small animals
 ~Very Bad at catching Fish
-Backstory
 ~WIP! I don't have any siblings or friends made for her because I haven't met anyone who'd like to be related to her in the clan.(because i'm not in it yet) I don't know any major events that would've happened since I haven't roleplayed with this character yet either. However, I will include a possible backstory that would probably need consent of the leaders, I don't know if this clan would accept non-clanborn cats:
Her mother was a thin and scrawny tortoiseshell she-cat. She had lost her sense of smell to a raccoon, leaving gruesome scar-marks on her muzzle. Her mate, Comet has had his last litter of two. He was gone hunting, the mother, Autumn, having no sense of smell, didn't know that there would be a large canine in the area. Coyotes were common in this ecosystem, since there were less cats driving out links in the food chain, that would cause badgers and foxes to go hungry and attack. Coyotes would consider a cat a prickly but easy meal, especially kits. When Autumn's mate had returned, he had come to a horrible scene, Autumn had been cornered by the coyote, one kit was half eaten. Comet had lost his life as well. Autumn painfully realized that she could no longer live there. She had wondered into clan territory unknowingly, and rested in a badger den. She was later driven away by a badger, and Emberkit was found.
6. RP Sample:
As Emberfoot began to stray away from her patrol members, she had paced quietly through the territory, her ears swiveling at any sound. The shadows rippled her fur, making the odd swirl-like calico markings gleam. Suddenly, her head turned to a blur, she launched her body for what she expected to be a large prey animal that turned out to be small. The warrior had her paws wrapped around leaves, her nose pushed up against a now struggling woodfrog.  She released it with displeasure and continued walking. After a few minutes with no luck, she turned and made her way back to where the patrol had dispersed.
****Extra notes worth reading
-I can make my posts longer than this
-I haven't roleplayed literately in a long time. Meaning I had used auto correct in a few of my words, I want to start roleplaying again to improve my grammar skills as it had in the past. (It also helps with storymaking in school! heh)
-I have a preset, If it is too unrealistic, Would it be okay to swap this character for another?

[Elaysa]

Wow! This looks amazing! Very very very impressive!!
1. FeralHeart Username:Kipjen
2. Character Name:Emberfall
3. Desired Clan:Mist Clan
4. Desired Position:Warrior
5. Something about your character (personality, picture, backstory, and such):
Picture:
-Personality:{WIP}
 ~Enjoys Conversation
 ~Usually takes extra leaps and bounds when walking/running somewhere
 ~Energetic
 ~When embarrassed, she can misspell words.
-Skills
 ~Bad at catching flying animals
 ~Average at catching rodents/small animals
 ~Very Bad at catching Fish
-Backstory
 ~WIP! I don't have any siblings or friends made for her because I haven't met anyone who'd like to be related to her in the clan.(because i'm not in it yet) I don't know any major events that would've happened since I haven't roleplayed with this character yet either. However, I will include a possible backstory that would probably need consent of the leaders, I don't know if this clan would accept non-clanborn cats:
Her mother was a thin and scrawny tortoiseshell she-cat. She had lost her sense of smell to a raccoon, leaving gruesome scar-marks on her muzzle. Her mate, Comet has had his last litter of two. He was gone hunting, the mother, Autumn, having no sense of smell, didn't know that there would be a large canine in the area. Coyotes were common in this ecosystem, since there were less cats driving out links in the food chain, that would cause badgers and foxes to go hungry and attack. Coyotes would consider a cat a prickly but easy meal, especially kits. When Autumn's mate had returned, he had come to a horrible scene, Autumn had been cornered by the coyote, one kit was half eaten. Comet had lost his life as well. Autumn painfully realized that she could no longer live there. She had wondered into clan territory unknowingly, and rested in a badger den. She was later driven away by a badger, and Emberkit was found.
6. RP Sample:
As Emberfoot began to stray away from her patrol members, she had paced quietly through the territory, her ears swiveling at any sound. The shadows rippled her fur, making the odd swirl-like calico markings gleam. Suddenly, her head turned to a blur, she launched her body for what she expected to be a large prey animal that turned out to be small. The warrior had her paws wrapped around leaves, her nose pushed up against a now struggling woodfrog.  She released it with displeasure and continued walking. After a few minutes with no luck, she turned and made her way back to where the patrol had dispersed.
****Extra notes worth reading
-I can make my posts longer than this
-I haven't roleplayed literately in a long time. Meaning I had used auto correct in a few of my words, I want to start roleplaying again to improve my grammar skills as it had in the past. (It also helps with storymaking in school! heh)
-I have a preset, If it is too unrealistic, Would it be okay to swap this character for another?

Sorry, but I cannot approve this character for one main reason;

You'll be right that the preset's too unrealistic for the roleplay's basic standards. Though it looks unique, it is still unrealistic, and thus cannot be approved. I am mainly referring to the ginger body markings; which look like spirals and other ornaments to me. It would be okay to change this character, if you do not wish to change the character's design. Though, you may just do slight changes to the ginger markings. It's up to you!

Another thing is the backstory. I think that I may approve the character not being a Clan-born cat (though regular pure-blood Clan cats are more wanted than former outsiders). However, coyotes do not live where the roleplay takes place. Rising Dawn takes place somewhere in England, like the original Warriors books do. Yet, coyotes do not live there - they live in North America instead.