Feral Heart
FeralHeart Roleplay => In-Game Based Roleplay => In-Game Roleplay & Group Advertisement => Topic started by: longjump on March 06, 2015, 02:46:35 am
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I would like to join, but I don't have much time.
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Well, you can either contact one of the listed names above, fill out an app, or message me here~ We don't mind if you're not online all the time, just popping on once every three-four days is fine (Especially when you consider school and RL)
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Bumps! Within the next two weeks our current plots will have concluded and the second will begin building! (It actually already has, but shh)
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I am unable to download FH at one of my houses and I stay there for about 2 weeks :p Could I still join though?
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Yep!
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In-Game username: heythereharrley
Character name (OPTIONAL): Breezefoot
Clan (OPTIONAL): Windclan c:
Gender (OPTIONAL): Female
Rank(OPTIONAL): Warrior
A little bit of info about your character, appearance/personality/backstory (Super optional): Appearance: Breezefoot is slim, dark brown tabby she-cat with darker brown stripes, blue eyes, and a white chest/lower muzzle. (Breezefoot also has a preset!)
Personality: Breezefoot is a rather nice she-cat but can become impatient if something takes too long. She's also very quiet but loves to engage herself in conversations.
Roleplay sample: Breezefoot quietly padded through the marsh, her paws trudging forward through the green grass. It had been ages since the feline last hunted and she was quite famished. Her belly grumbled and her ear twitched, she was becoming more impatient as the minutes passed. A rustle in a nearby bush caught her attention and Breezefoot instinctively crouched, her tail remaining still, her breath hitched and quiet. She waited for the right time before pouncing, her paws hitting something soft that let out a shrill squeak of alarm. Breezefoot latched on to the surprised rodent and nipped it's spine, watching as it stopped struggling. She let out a mew of triumph and carried it off in her jaws.
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Bump! We recently ended our plot, and a new one is starting up! Included screenshots of the 40+ users online during the finale, and more!
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In-Game username: Skullfrost
Character name (OPTIONAL): Skullfrost
Clan (OPTIONAL): ThunderClan
Gender (OPTIONAL): Female
Rank(OPTIONAL): Warrior
A little bit of info about your character, appearance/personality/backstory (Super optional): Skullfrost is a white she-cat with one amber eye, and one blue eye with no pupil. She has claws slightly longer than that of an average cat, which always slightly poke out from her paws. Skullfrost is a headstrong, courageous, fearless cat, and not afraid to share her mind. She is a quite capable fighter, something she is quite proud of. While she can be a bit aggressive at times, especially towards her enemies, she is quite soft otherwise.
If outside Clans/rogue groups are allowed in backstories then I'll include hers, but otherwise I'll make up a new one for her. She's actually a character I use on another Warriors RP site, Reign of the Warriors, so.. xD
Roleplay sample: -Taken from the RoW Great Battle thread-
Tigerheart gave a sigh from the sidelines of the battle, watching it with sadness in her gaze. This battle had killed her son... and this battle was because of her.
She couldn't take this anymore. All of these cats, fighting because of her. FlameClan fought to defend her, while BrokenClan and their allies fought to get rid of her.
She couldn't allow this to go on. Couldn't allow this battle to continue over her.
And so, the tigress then stood, head hanging.
"I'm leaving," she then announced, to the surprise and shock of her mother.
"Leaving?!" Skullstar suddenly exclaimed, a shocked expression on her face. "..What?!"
"I'm sorry, mom," Tigerheart chuffed quietly. "I can't stay. I can't bear to see you all fight to defend me. You... FlameClan... they fight to defend me. But... BrokenClan fights to get rid of me. This fighting is because of me, and this battle took my son's life. I can't let it continue."
The tigress then hung her head. "I'm sorry, mom... and I'm sorry, FlameClan, for all of the trouble my mere existence has caused."
She then turned to look at Pheasantstrike, a pleading look in her eyes. "Pheasantstrike... please come with me. And... our kits, too. If they want to come, at least..."
RANDOM NOTE: For anyone confused about the rp sample, Tigerheart was a newborn tiger cub who was adopted by Skullfrost/star and taken into FlameClan. However, BrokenClan and some other Clans were definitely not happy about that, and war happened. xD
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In-Game username:~~ColdPast~~
Character name (OPTIONAL): Starhawk
Clan (OPTIONAL): any :3
Gender (OPTIONAL): Female
Rank(OPTIONAL): any
A little bit of info about your character, appearance/personality/backstory (Super optional):Starhawk has a black and white pelt her back legs being full wight with black stripes blending in. Her eyes are of a bright green. She is very active and energetic as well as being brave but can sometimes put bravery over brains, otherwise she tries to help others and keeps on being happy.
Roleplay sample:
Starhawk ran through the forest chasing a little brown rabbit that had caught her eye. The thrill of the chase was all she wanted and to sharpen her hunting skills. She darted up a tree to make an air attack, running along the branches with agile balance. The rabbit had stopped right ahead unaware that she was now approaching it from above. Starhawk crouched low to the branch making sure not to make a sound and then pounced catching the rabbit before it could make any escape.
Backstory (forgot to add it in :P): Starhawk was born without any clan her parents raised her by themselves. They would never talk about other cats or their heratige not even about where they came from. It still ponders Starhawk why they would always avoid others and why she was never aloud to play with the other cats and why they disappeared one night.
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Both of you have been messaged regarding your applications <3
New stuff happening this week! StarClan warned the medicine cats of a terrible disaster last Friday!
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In-Game username: Lionstarx
Character name: Froststorm
Clan: RiverClan
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
A little bit of info about your character, appearance/personality/backstory:
A gray tabby she-cat with icy blue eyes. She has a sharp tounge and isn't afraid to speak her mind. Doesn't trust easily but can be the most loyal friend. Enjoys fooling around and thinks violence is always the answer.
Roleplay sample: Froststorm slowly walked into the clearing, ears alert for any movement. A rustle in the nearby bush caught her attantion and the air smelled strongly of rabbit. She slowly crept forward ready to launch herself after her prey when a loud bark sounded in the distance and the rabbit ran away. Lashing her tail infrustration, she stood up, wanting nothing more but the claw the creature that made her lose the plump piece of prey.
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In-Game Username: LonewolfTGC
Character Name: Ravenflight
Clan: Any
Gender: Male
Rank: Any
A Little Bit Of Info About Your Character: Raven is has a jet black pelt with sand gray stripes running down his back, on his paws, he has his right paw also the color sand gray. Raven is an introvert and will mostly keep to himself, but when addressed and talked to, he tends to be friendly and kind to his friends and other cats he respects.
Roleplay Sample: (Used from a past roleplay) As the pitch black night sky shown overhead, it's bring moonlight shown through the open fields of the clan, making the den easier to see, when approaching the medicine cat's den a strong scent of mouse bile was clear.
The dark furred tom turned to look at his new visitor, his head moving away from his patient. "Oh, I didn't expect visitors, come and sit down, I'm not yet done with this one. His words were soft and calm as he turned back to his small patient that seemed to have a small case of the ticks. Putting some of the mouse bile into his mouth, he started to slowly apply it over the kit's ticks. "So... What brings you here?" He said softly between licks.
Turning away from the kit, the tom turned to face the new visitor, as the kit scampered off, clearly done and happy to get out of the foul smelling den. "Let me guess." He said softly as he began to smile, his pointed teeth showing through the smile while the fowl taste of mouse bile still lingered in his mouth. "Is someone in need of some tick removal?"
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(You have both been messaged regarding your applications <3). OH nO! Even though peace has been found, the stars are angry at the clans for nearly allowing their death! They've warned us of punishments to come... And for nearly a moon it has been raining.. and raining... and raining..
Three cats nearly died at the last gathering, when a tree branch snapped and plummeted to the ground below, and in a twist of terrible fate, ThunderClan's leader, Squirrelstar, was stripped of six lives in a terrible accident! Only days later ThunderClan's old ex-medicine cat, Rookshade, passes from a heart attack.
ShadowClan has been forced to abandon half of their territory thanks to flooding, and the swelling river is a concern to RiverClan.
Will StarClan just let us all drown?
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In-Game Username: AprilGreenFlower
Character Name: Ivykit
Clan: Undecided.
Gender: Female
Rank: Kit
A Little Bit Of Info About Your Character: Ivy is a grey kit with darker grey tabby markings, and green eyes. She is calm natured, and will be, when she grows up, rather intelligent. Before she joined the clans she was a kittypet.
Roleplay Sample: The ashen grey kit lay curled up in the shelter of the abandoned foxes den, shivering from the cold, and the thunder and lightning. Her teeth chattered as she spoke with all that she could manage, a hushed whisper, "make it stop." Ivy spoke to no one in particular, her green eyes peering open to look around the den, as if someone was there... but no one was. "Please..." the words were caught in her throat, as she clenched her eyes shut once again.
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Oh, this roleplay looks amazing. Could I please apply, if you're still recruting? (please still be recruting, please still be recruting...)
In-Game username: anahel
Character name (OPTIONAL): Slugwhisker
Clan (OPTIONAL): I'd like RiverClan, but if you need cats for another clan, that's great too.
Gender (OPTIONAL): Male
Rank(OPTIONAL): Warrior
A little bit of info about your character, appearance/personality/backstory (Super optional):
Apperance - a larger, heavier dark grey tabby tom. He's a longhair cat of indetermate breeding, and has what can only be described as an ugly face, with a large chin, nose, and ears. He also has a white tail tip and golden eyes.
Just a note, I'm currently using mass markings for him. If you guys don't use mass markings, I can change this.
Personality, taken directly from his bio (and a bit of history): Slugwhisker, named for his dark tabby fur and outstanding hunting abilities, is a warrior, clan born and raised. He's a laid back, hard to anger tom. There's very little that suprises or worries him, he has a 'StarClan has a plan' attitude. Slugwhisker is lazy, even tempered, and submissive. He wants not to be a leader or a great warrior, only to hunt. That's his one talent, and he loves it. He's not much of a fighter, and is generally non-confrontational, save when his leader demands it. The tom is close-minded and refuses new ideas, although he's really quite intelegent and has a great political mind. (not that he'd let you know that, he only wants to relax) He has little pacience and gets grumpy with younger warriors. He does adore kits though, but never had any.
Roleplay sample: Slugwhisker sat silent and still in the bush, ears swivling and eyes darting for any sign of prey. He'd been waiting for some while, and it was beginning to get late, but still he percivered. It went against every instict in his body, from his nose to his tail, to return to camp without freshkill. In his mind, it simply could not be done. So he waited, muscels taunt and ready to pounce, scanning the forest for prey. His eyes caught on a flash of grey from beneath some particularily thick bracken - a mouse. The tom was on his feet in an instant, stalking through the undergroth towards the unsuspecting mouse. When he got close enough, he paused, crouched, and readied himself, tail twitching with anticipation. Then he sprung, a quick arc through the air, and crashed down on the mouse in a flury of teeth and claws. The mouse squeeked. His mouth lauched onto its head, and his jaws clamped tight, delivering the killing blow. Satisfied with how the hunt had gone, he lowered his head and shethed his claws, ready to leave. Then he ambled off towards camp, disapearing from veiw as his dark pelt blended into the overgrown woods.
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In-Game username: Zoeferet
Character name (OPTIONAL): Echosong (yes I know it is from the books but it's so cute I had to use it x3)
Clan (OPTIONAL): ThunderClan
Gender (OPTIONAL): She-cat
Rank(OPTIONAL): Warrior
A little bit of info about your character, appearance/personality/backstory (Super optional): -
Roleplay sample: Echosong scampered swiftly after a butterfly, the long green grass hitting her legs. The breeze gently tugged at her silver fur as she leaped into the air, her paws flailing as she tried to catch the butterfly in her paws. She missed and came tumbling down, and hit the ground with a thud. But, she wouldn't give up that easily. The butterfly had landed on a small, vibrant flower. Echosong crouched down and slowly stalked towards it. Then she grabbed it in her paws, but it fluttered out of her grip. She looked at her paws in defeat and noticed they were covered in a beautiful orange dust that shone in the twinkling sun.
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You have all been messaged regarding your applications ^^
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In-Game username: Popkat
Character name (OPTIONAL): Hazelfrost
Clan (OPTIONAL): WindClan
Gender (OPTIONAL): She-cat
Rank(OPTIONAL): Warrior
A little bit of info about your character, appearance/personality/backstory (Super optional):
Appearance:
-smaller, lean, Burmese cat mix
-short, thick, soft pelt (she sheds a lot c:)
-long whiskers
-cold, blue-hazel eyes
-Fit, athletic, but her fur hides her muscles
Personality:
| Quiet | Soft-spoken | Patient | Cold-hearted | Stubborn | Melodic | Stand-offish | Nervous | Perceptive | Observant | Broken |
Backstory:
Hazelfrost was born into a tribe during the end of a harsh leaf-bare. Her original name being Frost of Storm, the young she-cat was the last living kit in her litter of four. After the deaths of her three brothers - Talon of Ice, Eye of Wolf, and Leaf of Birch - Hazelfrost was constantly scolded and frowned upon for "not saving her kin". Being the youngest and malnourished, Frost of Storm ran away from her tribe at 4 moons of age. She was nothing but fur and bones, and her heavy pelt was dull and dirty as she traveled through rocky mountains with nothing but her instincts and the little common sense she had.
Finally the horrid leaf-bare was over and the living skeleton of the former tribe cat could finally find prey to catch... in a two-leg garden. During moon-high one new-leaf, the now 8 moon she-cat was quietly creeping through a two-leg garden when a large, black tom-cat jumped and landed in front of her. In shock, Frost of Storm jumped back, her guard hairs rising on end. Taking a step forward, the large black tom-cat looked down upon the emaciated Burmese mix, his deep blue eyes were kind but curious. "And are you one of those forest cat?" He mewed, his deep vocals seemed to carry with the soft breeze. Frost of Storm lifted a brow and mewed in reply, "Um, well. What do you mean by 'forest' cat...?" She glanced left and right, now seeing a place to run and hide from the much larger tom. The larger, black tom chuckled lightly, "You must be lost. Come," he purred turning and flicking his white tipped tail, "my brother is going to freak if I do not return soon." As the larger black quietly padded off, Frost of Storm would cautiously rise to her petite paws, and make her way behind the unknown tom. A kind, strange presence filled the atmosphere around him. A wonderful feeling, the Frost of Storm had felt very little of, and was even unsure if it truly existed or not. / "Who are these cats...?" \ She wondered, her lost mind and frail frame quietly following a shadow-pelted stranger.
[I will post more later if I am accepted, just feeling too lazy type her entire backstory in RP form right now. c:]
Roleplay sample:
Her petite, fragile paws seemed to barely touch the frozen earth as she raced through the deepening snow. The cold, white crystals beat upon her small head as the young Burmese mix flattened her ears to keep them from hurting more than they did. Leaping onto a fallen spruce tree, Frost of Storm would lung forward, her dulled claws unsheathed as she would then latch onto a cold, stone ledge. Her grip started to slip as she would kick out her hurting hind legs to try and find something to stabilize her weak bodice. Finally finding a tree root to put her hind paw on, the young she-cat would pull herself up onto the stone ledge. Weakly lifting her frail head, the young she-cat's dull blue and hazel mosaiced gaze would fall upon a small opening in the rocky ledge. Galloping toward the small opening, Frost of Storm would crawl through the crack, her delicate underbelly sliding across the frozen stones. The boney Burmese mix was shivering badly and chilled through when she made it into the small cave. The wind was not not cutting through her anymore, but the ghostly howling echoed through the disturbingly still cave. Though the opening in the cliffside was cold, it was not like the frozen earth that had been beneath her paws, or the snow crystals like tiny bullets, chilling her from inside out. Frost of Storm curled up against the cave side and tucked her numb, frosted nose into her thick, dull fur. Warm tears ran down the numbed, cold cheeks of the young she-cat as she missed the warmth of her brothers whom had passed on a few moons earlier. As the few tears gently rolled down the now damp cheeks from the melted snow, Frost of Storm slowly began to fall into a peaceful sleep; the first she had had in so long.
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COMPLETELY revamped the thread to celebrate our one year anniversary! (even if I am a month late, oops!).
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In-game username: HelloKitez4Ever (Might change if I'll bump into open registration).
Character name: Mudstone.
Clan: ThunderClan.
Gender: She-Cat.
Rank: Warrior.
Info: I might just drop her full biography from another RP, But nah. xD
- Born in a clan but stolen from another cat, driven away from her mother, a warrior from a murderous clan has found her and brought her there. Soon realizing, that she is in the wrong place, being a young rebel back in the day, Mudstone ran away from the murderous clan, joining TerraClan in which she met Snowshoe, her soon-to-be mate. Yet, she was doomed by a StarClan spirit that roamed the land some moons ago into Dark Forest, her fate soon caught her into the dark grasp, driving her mad with a huge lust for blood. Insane and lost in time, Mudstone was driven away from her loveable clan by the war that broke the land. Even today she feels guilty and bad for running away, letting her clanmates either die or perish, without turning back, she now looks for another clan to reside in, hoping that she won't make the same mistake again. << A short backstory.
- Mudstone is a savannah F2, having serval's genes running throughout her body, which makes her tall, muscly and nearly unbeatable cat. Brown fur covering her body with dark spots dotted all over, Mudstone's eyes are sky blue with currently a slit pupil.
- Mudstone is quite a cheerful cat when she's at ease, but she will never be bossy, mean and quite a hateful cat without a good reason. She'd never break out into a fight unless being told or in self-defense. Polite, friendly and very helpful, she tends to help and save cats she doesn't even know, nor wishes to. She doesn't want to have friends, in her eyes, she literally can't trust other cats, even her clan-mates, but she won't be unfriendly and selfish.
Roleplay sample:
Mudstone dragged her paws over the greenery, her blue eyes showing no emotions, yet small tears ran down her cheeks. Guilt, fear and insanity drawing her nearly mad, Midstone still controlled herself, even when amounts of shadows ran around her, whispering insane thngs into her ears. It's been weeks since she has left her old home, images of Snowshoe, Valleypaw and Leafpaw were still flashing in her head, her legs slowly starting to shake with her body hitting the ground with a thud. Being at her limit of strength, the savannah closed her eyes, pinning her ears with her short muzzle rushing under her paw, quiet hiccups and sniffs breaking the silence around her. Terrified and completely lost, her hopes on finding another clan, another family were nearly lost, hopes on seeing Snowshoe again were ending with only bad thoughts filling her mind, only bright memories were keeping her alive, barely breathing.
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Updated with information about TGF's newest plottwist!
Also, added screenshots from the map update!