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.
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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.