Post by Battooth on Oct 11, 2007 19:31:34 GMT -5
Roleplayer Information:
Name / Nickname: Battooth/Bat
Number of characters: Four live ones, four dead ones
Character Information:
Name: Flamefoot
Age: 40 moons
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Warrior
Clan: SkyClan
Appearance: A light ginger tabby with amber eyes. She has a white spot on her chin chest and tail tip, and very well muscled back legs. She has a stretch of skin where no fur has grown for moons on her left shoulder where she was clawed by a badger, and she’s missing part of her left ear from the same fight.
Personality: She’s a fairly calm cat but when she gets angry, she gets angry. She doesn’t like cats born outside of Clans at all (although she’ll be okay with loners after a while) but will put up with cats who switch Clans… Okay, she’ll put up with Mistheart.
Kin: Onespot (brother)
Mate/Crush: None
Kits: None
Apprentice: Open
History: She was born to a rather old she-cat who joined the elders as soon as Flamefoot and her brother became warriors. Niether sibling knew their father, but they were told that their father was a kind, brave, and loyal cat. They never gave much thought to it because it never really mattered to them.
When she and her brother had been warriors for a while, and Onespot had gotten an apprentice, the three met a badger one day while Flamefoot was helping Onespot asses Owlpaw’s skills. Owlpaw was killed in the fight, but the two warriors managed to drive the badger away. Both warriors earned many scars, and carried Owlpaw back to camp. Flamefoot got her shoulder scar and lost half her left ear in that fight.
Flamefoot was the cat who found Mistheart wandering around SkyClan territory. She heard the younger cat out, and then brought her back to SkyClan’s camp. She acted as a guide and a lended a paw to Mistheart whenever she needed it, becoming the gray she-cat’s closest friend in SkyClan.
Roleplay Sample:
A light ginger she-cat walked happily through the forest. She had spots of white on her chin, chest, and tail tip, and amber eyes. She had left the SkyClan camp just a few seconds ago and was planning on taking a quick walk to stretch her legs a bit. She’d catch a few mice, possibly a sparrow or two, something to refill the fresh-kill pile. A Clan could never have too much fresh-kill.
The she-cat paused for a second as a strange scent flooded over her. Not completely strange, just way too far past the border to be normal.
The ginger’s fur bristled and she stalked towards the smell. Clan loyalty wouldn’t let her leave this intruder alone. The warrior paused as she heard rather a rather frantic voice saying, “I’m so lost. Battooth was right, I shouldn’t have left.”
The ginger hesitated for a moment. The voice sounded like a she-cat’s, and from what she was saying, she wasn’t going to be very willing to fight in unfamiliar terrain.
The warrior of SkyClan stepped gracefully towards the voice, her fur bristling just enough to warn the other cat. “What are you doing in SkyClan territory?” she asked.
The other cat- a gray she-cat- spun, her fur standing on end. “Who’re you?” she asked, her eyes wide with panic and the scent of fear rolling off her.
“I’m a SkyClan cat,” the ginger meowed. “My name is Flamefoot. Mind telling me what you’re doing here? You smell of EarthClan.”
The gray she-cat flinched. “Well, I was kind of hoping that I might be able to join your Clan,” she meowed quietly. Before Flamefoot could say anything, the she-cat rushed on. “I know what you’re thinking, and no I don’t want to spy on you or your Clan. I just had to get away from EarthClan.”
Flamefoot’s ears perked with intrest. “Why’d you have to get away from EarthClan?” she asked. “Things aren’t good there?” This could be a great thing for her Clan. A stupid mouse-brain straight from the heart of EarthClan to come and unknowingly give information to an enemy Clan?
“No,” the gray she-cat replied. “Things aren’t good with my family.” The she-cat’s eyes shadowed for a moment. “I’m Mistheart by the way,” she meowed unexpectedly. “And I was completely serious when I asked to join your Clan.”
Flamefoot’s ears flicked back and forth for a moment. The she-cat did seem to be upset about something, from the look in her eyes. “Alright Mistheart,” Flamefoot meowed. “We’ll see if our leader will accept you.”
The ginger turned away from Mistheart, her tail flicking, indicating that Mistheart should follow her. Flamefoot glanced over her shoulder and saw Mistheart’s eyes glow with pleasure and a bit or worry. The SkyClan warrior faced forward again, took a deep breath and pushed through the leaves towards camp, practicing what she would say to get the leader to allow Mistheart to join.
Name / Nickname: Battooth/Bat
Number of characters: Four live ones, four dead ones
Character Information:
Name: Flamefoot
Age: 40 moons
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Warrior
Clan: SkyClan
Appearance: A light ginger tabby with amber eyes. She has a white spot on her chin chest and tail tip, and very well muscled back legs. She has a stretch of skin where no fur has grown for moons on her left shoulder where she was clawed by a badger, and she’s missing part of her left ear from the same fight.
Personality: She’s a fairly calm cat but when she gets angry, she gets angry. She doesn’t like cats born outside of Clans at all (although she’ll be okay with loners after a while) but will put up with cats who switch Clans… Okay, she’ll put up with Mistheart.
Kin: Onespot (brother)
Mate/Crush: None
Kits: None
Apprentice: Open
History: She was born to a rather old she-cat who joined the elders as soon as Flamefoot and her brother became warriors. Niether sibling knew their father, but they were told that their father was a kind, brave, and loyal cat. They never gave much thought to it because it never really mattered to them.
When she and her brother had been warriors for a while, and Onespot had gotten an apprentice, the three met a badger one day while Flamefoot was helping Onespot asses Owlpaw’s skills. Owlpaw was killed in the fight, but the two warriors managed to drive the badger away. Both warriors earned many scars, and carried Owlpaw back to camp. Flamefoot got her shoulder scar and lost half her left ear in that fight.
Flamefoot was the cat who found Mistheart wandering around SkyClan territory. She heard the younger cat out, and then brought her back to SkyClan’s camp. She acted as a guide and a lended a paw to Mistheart whenever she needed it, becoming the gray she-cat’s closest friend in SkyClan.
Roleplay Sample:
A light ginger she-cat walked happily through the forest. She had spots of white on her chin, chest, and tail tip, and amber eyes. She had left the SkyClan camp just a few seconds ago and was planning on taking a quick walk to stretch her legs a bit. She’d catch a few mice, possibly a sparrow or two, something to refill the fresh-kill pile. A Clan could never have too much fresh-kill.
The she-cat paused for a second as a strange scent flooded over her. Not completely strange, just way too far past the border to be normal.
The ginger’s fur bristled and she stalked towards the smell. Clan loyalty wouldn’t let her leave this intruder alone. The warrior paused as she heard rather a rather frantic voice saying, “I’m so lost. Battooth was right, I shouldn’t have left.”
The ginger hesitated for a moment. The voice sounded like a she-cat’s, and from what she was saying, she wasn’t going to be very willing to fight in unfamiliar terrain.
The warrior of SkyClan stepped gracefully towards the voice, her fur bristling just enough to warn the other cat. “What are you doing in SkyClan territory?” she asked.
The other cat- a gray she-cat- spun, her fur standing on end. “Who’re you?” she asked, her eyes wide with panic and the scent of fear rolling off her.
“I’m a SkyClan cat,” the ginger meowed. “My name is Flamefoot. Mind telling me what you’re doing here? You smell of EarthClan.”
The gray she-cat flinched. “Well, I was kind of hoping that I might be able to join your Clan,” she meowed quietly. Before Flamefoot could say anything, the she-cat rushed on. “I know what you’re thinking, and no I don’t want to spy on you or your Clan. I just had to get away from EarthClan.”
Flamefoot’s ears perked with intrest. “Why’d you have to get away from EarthClan?” she asked. “Things aren’t good there?” This could be a great thing for her Clan. A stupid mouse-brain straight from the heart of EarthClan to come and unknowingly give information to an enemy Clan?
“No,” the gray she-cat replied. “Things aren’t good with my family.” The she-cat’s eyes shadowed for a moment. “I’m Mistheart by the way,” she meowed unexpectedly. “And I was completely serious when I asked to join your Clan.”
Flamefoot’s ears flicked back and forth for a moment. The she-cat did seem to be upset about something, from the look in her eyes. “Alright Mistheart,” Flamefoot meowed. “We’ll see if our leader will accept you.”
The ginger turned away from Mistheart, her tail flicking, indicating that Mistheart should follow her. Flamefoot glanced over her shoulder and saw Mistheart’s eyes glow with pleasure and a bit or worry. The SkyClan warrior faced forward again, took a deep breath and pushed through the leaves towards camp, practicing what she would say to get the leader to allow Mistheart to join.
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