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In-Game Roleplay & Group Advertisement / Re: Rising Dawn || Literate Warriors RP
« on: September 18, 2016, 03:09:33 am »
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.
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.