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In-Game Roleplay & Group Advertisement / Re: The||Great||Forest- 7 Months Active rp- Plot, group info, map screenshots!
« on: April 03, 2015, 01:04:29 am »
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.
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.