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Post by Venomstrike on Sept 8, 2009 6:24:35 GMT -6
Name:
Roleplaying Experience: How long have you been roleplaying?
Roleplaying Sample: A sample of your roleplaying. (Copying from other warriors sites is aloud.)
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Post by CRYSTAL .?! on Oct 1, 2009 22:09:51 GMT -6
Name: Crystal
Roleplaying Experience: About 2 years
Roleplaying Sample:
A blue sky, a shaking tree, a drifting leaf, a hopping frog, a soft breeze, a stealthy cat. All were there, but still something was wrong. It was written in the sky, told in the trees, breathed in the leaves, croaked in the frog's rasping voice, whispered in the breeze, and yet, all this was gone unnoticed by the cat. The slender feline, so closely conctentrated on her prey, blocked out the rest of the world, and as she pounced, so graceful, and her claws dug into the birds flesh, a high pitched call rang out through the forest. The bird, had called out, just before its last bit of life ebbed away. Still, the cat didn't notice the eerie silence after the shriek.
But what was wrong? This was unknown, to everyone.
The she-cat slipped through the shadows, her calico pelt swishing with her every step. Her mood was light, and relaxed; she might even laugh if the possibility came. Viperheart was her name, the unpredictable deputy of ShadowClan. She was respected, and possibly feared too. But she couldn't care less. Her opinion was the only one that mattered to her, no one else's.
Suddenly, Viperheart stiffened. Her ears stood erect, pricked and swiveling. She unsheathed her claws, and the lust for battle flooded into her eyes. Those eyes, those pale green eyes...lit up with the want..the need...the lust for blood spill. It was a disturbing sight, as the ShadowClan cat turned around slowly towards the scent of the unidentified cat. She spoke, her voice dripping with want, a venomous threat hiding behind her words. "Who's there? Come out and fight me...show me blood.." |
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Post by GRIM || on Oct 7, 2009 15:59:06 GMT -6
Oh! teacher forms! cool! -pokes Crystal- we can teaches! xD
Name:
Amy. Duh. Look at my display name you lazy butt.
Roleplaying Experience:
Almost two years. I think... I started role-playing, December 27th, 2007. (A2). I wish I could show you a sample of my first role-plays, but A2 is gone, along with all posts and memories. But I can show you a sample of my current role-play.
Roleplaying Sample:
Shadows etched the lines of an endless path that swirled endlessly through countless trees. The thick canopy of leaves and branches blocked the dim glow of the sun as it struggled to shoot through the clouds. The air was thick and wet; feeling warmer than what it really was. There was no breeze that could make it's way through the trees and bushes that surrounded him. His fur felt wet and clung to his skin, an uncomfortably, muggy feeling on his pelt. Breathing itself was a difficult task. He felt the watery air flowing into his mouth, down his throat and to his lungs, but it tasted hot and bitter. The scents of prey were nowhere near. Nowhere near enough to wash the taste of humidity from his maw. A heavy sigh made the chest rise and fall grotesquely as a burly tabby tom pushed his way confidently through the bushes at the edge of the sandy hollow. As he stepped out of the shadows confined in the most shaded parts of the forest, the faint light of the sun filtered down on him. Holly green eyes gleamed as muzzle titled skyward, drawing in quick breaths while his optics flickered across the cloudy sky.
The ThunderClan deputy wasted no time. Lowering his muzzle, he gazed ahead into the trees, eyes following the tiny flickers and movements of fern and leaf. His paws padded silently on the sandy floor beneath them, leaving paw-shaped prints in his wake. His tabby pelt brushed the leaves. He was at the other edge of the hollow. Padding into the trees, his left eye caught the flicker of something white. Immediately his muscles tensed, hackles rising and fur rippling along his spine, as a mental impulse of possible danger. Slowly, he turned towards the flicker, maw erect to draw in the scents of the forest. Instead of the warm, wet air, the delicious flavor of rabbit washed over to him with the breeze. Dropping into a crouch, his tail froze, every muscle in his body trembling with tension as he stared straight forward, awaiting the next flash. There! the rabbit was making it's way towards the ancient oak. Slowly, paw step be paw step, he began to follow the creature. It was bounding along at a slow pace, stopping every so often to nibble at a piece of fern or plant, unaware of death prowling just beyond. His claws itched to pounce and sink into the warm flesh.
Not yet! he told himself. A few more steps. Close enough to pounce quickly, he continued to pad forward, eyes never leaving his prey. The victim remained unaware, though Brackenheart was now close enough to hear it's tiny heart beating in it's rib cage. This is it! a great piece of fresh-kill to start a new day's hunt! his haunches rocked back and forth, tail still frozen. He drew back, pressing weight onto his hind legs, holding his breath. Now! he sprang, found his paws slamming down on soft white fur, his jaws enclosing the throat of a living creature. He felt every ounce of life in the rabbit, eternity gripping his mind. And in one bite, he ended eternity. The taste of blood filled his mouth, warm and delicious. Opening his maw, he let the creature drop limply to the ground. It was fat and big. It would feed many clan mates. Satisfaction washed through him. Another hunt completed. He raised his eyes to Silverpelt, hidden by the clouds and difference of daytime. Thank you StarClan, for the life of this creature that will keep my clan alive, he thought, closing his green eyes before turning back. He grasped the animal in his jaws, carried it away until he buried it beneath the leaves. He left it's body bleeding into the earth while he continued to search for prey.
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