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In-Game Roleplay & Group Advertisement / Re: Rising Dawn || Literate Warriors RP
« on: January 05, 2017, 12:22:53 am »
(This looks so well thought out and promising.)
Feralheart User: Cucumbersaur
Character Name: Whiskerflight
Desired Clan and Position: StormClan Warrior
Details:
Whiskerflight is a small brown tabby tom with hazel eyes of 23 moons. He relies more on intellect and cunning rather than brute strength. His pelt is untamed and long but often betrays his actual, frail size. He has no mate, for he isn't exactly a warrior's ideal "mice-and-moonlight". He spends a lot of his time in twisting growth where he feels safer, rather than open moors or somber pines. He is, on the other hand, accustomed to water. His thin, feathery coat makes for easy swimming.
Rp Sample:
The clouds above departed at last from the morning drizzle, allowing the golden rays to peak eagerly through the thin grey and shine down upon the lively camp. Whiskerflight was bathing in the blanket of warmth that covered him gently as he basked on his side. His sides rose and fell heavily like a wave, his eyes half shut, or half open, as the light challenged his pupils into shrunken slivers. A dragonfly hummed by from rock to rock, exploring the terrain before perching on the tabby's ear tip. Stretching out a backleg lazily, Whiskerflight flicked away the nuisance and rose with sigh, lifting his rump and stretching from toes to jaws in a tremendous yawn. He made his way down to the fresh kill pile, tail dragging, with dull hazel eyes staring down at the damp earth that squished out moisture with each paw step, covering them with mud. The tom plopped his rump down by the prey and lifted a paw as he carefully scanned each piece to find the perfect meal.
Feralheart User: Cucumbersaur
Character Name: Whiskerflight
Desired Clan and Position: StormClan Warrior
Details:
Whiskerflight is a small brown tabby tom with hazel eyes of 23 moons. He relies more on intellect and cunning rather than brute strength. His pelt is untamed and long but often betrays his actual, frail size. He has no mate, for he isn't exactly a warrior's ideal "mice-and-moonlight". He spends a lot of his time in twisting growth where he feels safer, rather than open moors or somber pines. He is, on the other hand, accustomed to water. His thin, feathery coat makes for easy swimming.
Rp Sample:
The clouds above departed at last from the morning drizzle, allowing the golden rays to peak eagerly through the thin grey and shine down upon the lively camp. Whiskerflight was bathing in the blanket of warmth that covered him gently as he basked on his side. His sides rose and fell heavily like a wave, his eyes half shut, or half open, as the light challenged his pupils into shrunken slivers. A dragonfly hummed by from rock to rock, exploring the terrain before perching on the tabby's ear tip. Stretching out a backleg lazily, Whiskerflight flicked away the nuisance and rose with sigh, lifting his rump and stretching from toes to jaws in a tremendous yawn. He made his way down to the fresh kill pile, tail dragging, with dull hazel eyes staring down at the damp earth that squished out moisture with each paw step, covering them with mud. The tom plopped his rump down by the prey and lifted a paw as he carefully scanned each piece to find the perfect meal.