Post by +: Alixa :+ on Aug 23, 2009 10:47:37 GMT -6
other:
Your Name: Alixa
Roleplaying Experience: I’ve been roleplaying for about 4 or 5 years.
Your Opinion: I think this site would be a good experience for me. I’ve only played on dog, wolf, human, and horse rpg sites. And it seems very organized and fun. I loved the series, so why not join a Warriors rpg site?
character:
Name: Cherryblossom
Gender: She-cat
Age: 30 moons
Clan: Windclan
Rank: Warrior
Description: Cherryblossom is 9 inches in height. She’s a domestic shorthair, with a beautifully soft and silky pelt. She is your average calico, with a random fusion of white, orange, and black though the majority of her body is covered in black fur. She has a white underbelly, and white tip on her thirteen inch tail that is also a mixture of white, orange and black. Her front paws are tipped with white, while her back paws are tipped in black. Her eyes are a beautiful shade of light green. She has a very sleek and lithe form, with very lean but powerful muscle. She’s very fast and agile with her movements powered by her powerful, lean muscle, and her claws are dangerously sharp when unsheathed, just like any healthy cat.
Personality: She’s a very energetic and high strung female for her age. Like she never fully grew out of her kit habits. But she knows when to crack down and become serious. She has a nearly endless amount of energy and spunk who’s completely and endlessly loyal and devoted to her clan. She has a very sharp wit, and a barbed tongue for those who argue against what she believes in. If someone disagrees with the leader and deputy, and she knows them to be right, she’s not afraid to give the disagreeing cat a few sharp words of her own. She’s not afraid to make her thoughts and opinions known, but also knows when she should say something, and when to remain silent and hold her tongue. A very logical and analytical she-cat, she’s very observant and seeks knowledge always. She has very good judgment, and a very quick reaction time both mentally and physically. She seems to have a natural maternal instinct, and enjoys being around kits and apprentices. She is gentle and tender, and very protective of the young and defenseless as well as the old and feeble. A very tender, loving, gentle cat around those who need her help or protection. If ever a kit or elder is threatened, you can be sure she’ll be as fierce as a mother grizzly bear defending her endangered cubs. But she is also firm and disciplinary when a kit or apprentice steps out of line, though she isn’t harsh, but ensures they know their mistakes, and that they won’t make it again. But she can also be a very fun cat for the kits and apprentices to play with, when she’s not on duty or taking care of her clan. Overall, she’s an energetic she-cat with a tenderness for those who cannot take care of them selves well, a fierce fighter, protector, and defender as well as forever loyal to her clan.
Summary An calico she-cat with a silk pelt fused with white, orange, and black throughout her whole pelt. Her eyes are a beautiful light green, and her tail measures at thirteen inches, an inch or two longer than most domestic shorthair cats.
History: She was born in a barn to a rogue she-cat and tom. She was always adventurous, imagining she was a forest cat. But one day, it came true. Her mother was deathly sick, and her father had taken her to meet a friend of his, who was part of wind clan. Her father gave Cherryblossom to the tom, who took her to the wind clan camp. After having gone through a difficult time of getting acceptance from the clan throughout her past, she grew into a very fierce warrior, but always kept that kind and energetic nature about her. (I guess I’ll just say the Windclan cat that brought her into the clan died in a fight or something…)
Family: Her parents are both unknown. She cannot remember their names or their faces. She doesn’t even remember her birthplace.
Mate: She has no mate.
Roleplaying Sample: The scent of new life was all around. Life was returning, the cycle once again running its course as it always had. The green grass of the flat territory was practically void of any trees, though there were of course shrubs and bushes that rested and rooted upon the flat earth that was forever exposes to the vast blue sky, stretched to each and every point on the horizon. The sun shone down, golden rays gently caressing everything its rays could touch. The trees at the borders, the long emerald blades of grass, and the bushes swayed in a wind that brushed past, coursing downwind toward one particular bush beside a large boulder. A few yards from the bush, a mud colored rabbit nibbled on the vegetation, long ears twitched occasionally as it went about its feasting. But the small creature was so unaware of the danger that lurked in the bush a few mere yards off. Light green eyes gleamed as the sun reached through the open gaps of the bush that the leaves and branches failed to seal. Crouched there, was a she-cat. Her pelt a beautiful, random fusion of sable, amber, and pearl. Her left ears gives a single twitch as muscles tense, eyes locked onto her quarry. Her haunches rocked slowly, as she moved carefully to ensure the brush didn’t scrape against her silken fur, giving her cover away and sending the rabbit running into its burrow’s hole, wherever it was. If the she-cat was lucky, this would be her third rabbit of the day.
Shoulders shifted to and fro as she prepared herself for the attack. Within moments, her taunt muscles released, like springs pressed to their limit. She moved quickly and powerfully, her lean muscles rippling her fur as she moved with breath-taking speed towards the rabbit, who in turn was fleeing away to the West, towards where it’s hole was located. But it wasn’t quick enough. The calico gained ground quickly, her flexible and aerodynamic form soaring over the ground, her long strides eating up the distance like a ravenous and starved wolf would its first kill in weeks. It didn’t take long, perhaps only a few long moments, before she was within reach of the rabbit. With a small leap forward, powered by her hard haunches, she was airborne for a few seconds in timing. Sharp, long claws unsheathed, stretched out on her forepaws. And to her pleasure and excitement, she felt them hook into the rabbit’s fur and skin. It stumbled, and fell, and she was quick to follow, keeping her claw sunken into its haunches. They tumbled in a ball of brown and mixed fur. But the she-cat conquered the roll, landing atop the rabbit. And with one swift and powerful bite to the neck, and a twist of her own neck, a snap was heard, and the life of the rabbit ended. She dropped it, sat down, and with her left hind paw, she brought it to her shoulder and gave herself a satisfying couple of scratches, the fall and rolling have gotten small twigs, torn grass blades, and dirt having gotten caught into her fur. With shake of her whole body, she grabbed her prize, and moved off towards the camp, chest filled with pride at her three rabbits. This would be enough for now. She came to a bush just outside the camp walls, poking her head into it to find her two previously caught rabbits were still there. She pulled her head out, and walked into her camp. She would come back for the other two, but for now, she would drop this one off for anyone in need of it.
Code Word: Warrior Cats
Your Name: Alixa
Roleplaying Experience: I’ve been roleplaying for about 4 or 5 years.
Your Opinion: I think this site would be a good experience for me. I’ve only played on dog, wolf, human, and horse rpg sites. And it seems very organized and fun. I loved the series, so why not join a Warriors rpg site?
character:
Name: Cherryblossom
Gender: She-cat
Age: 30 moons
Clan: Windclan
Rank: Warrior
Description: Cherryblossom is 9 inches in height. She’s a domestic shorthair, with a beautifully soft and silky pelt. She is your average calico, with a random fusion of white, orange, and black though the majority of her body is covered in black fur. She has a white underbelly, and white tip on her thirteen inch tail that is also a mixture of white, orange and black. Her front paws are tipped with white, while her back paws are tipped in black. Her eyes are a beautiful shade of light green. She has a very sleek and lithe form, with very lean but powerful muscle. She’s very fast and agile with her movements powered by her powerful, lean muscle, and her claws are dangerously sharp when unsheathed, just like any healthy cat.
Personality: She’s a very energetic and high strung female for her age. Like she never fully grew out of her kit habits. But she knows when to crack down and become serious. She has a nearly endless amount of energy and spunk who’s completely and endlessly loyal and devoted to her clan. She has a very sharp wit, and a barbed tongue for those who argue against what she believes in. If someone disagrees with the leader and deputy, and she knows them to be right, she’s not afraid to give the disagreeing cat a few sharp words of her own. She’s not afraid to make her thoughts and opinions known, but also knows when she should say something, and when to remain silent and hold her tongue. A very logical and analytical she-cat, she’s very observant and seeks knowledge always. She has very good judgment, and a very quick reaction time both mentally and physically. She seems to have a natural maternal instinct, and enjoys being around kits and apprentices. She is gentle and tender, and very protective of the young and defenseless as well as the old and feeble. A very tender, loving, gentle cat around those who need her help or protection. If ever a kit or elder is threatened, you can be sure she’ll be as fierce as a mother grizzly bear defending her endangered cubs. But she is also firm and disciplinary when a kit or apprentice steps out of line, though she isn’t harsh, but ensures they know their mistakes, and that they won’t make it again. But she can also be a very fun cat for the kits and apprentices to play with, when she’s not on duty or taking care of her clan. Overall, she’s an energetic she-cat with a tenderness for those who cannot take care of them selves well, a fierce fighter, protector, and defender as well as forever loyal to her clan.
Summary An calico she-cat with a silk pelt fused with white, orange, and black throughout her whole pelt. Her eyes are a beautiful light green, and her tail measures at thirteen inches, an inch or two longer than most domestic shorthair cats.
History: She was born in a barn to a rogue she-cat and tom. She was always adventurous, imagining she was a forest cat. But one day, it came true. Her mother was deathly sick, and her father had taken her to meet a friend of his, who was part of wind clan. Her father gave Cherryblossom to the tom, who took her to the wind clan camp. After having gone through a difficult time of getting acceptance from the clan throughout her past, she grew into a very fierce warrior, but always kept that kind and energetic nature about her. (I guess I’ll just say the Windclan cat that brought her into the clan died in a fight or something…)
Family: Her parents are both unknown. She cannot remember their names or their faces. She doesn’t even remember her birthplace.
Mate: She has no mate.
Roleplaying Sample: The scent of new life was all around. Life was returning, the cycle once again running its course as it always had. The green grass of the flat territory was practically void of any trees, though there were of course shrubs and bushes that rested and rooted upon the flat earth that was forever exposes to the vast blue sky, stretched to each and every point on the horizon. The sun shone down, golden rays gently caressing everything its rays could touch. The trees at the borders, the long emerald blades of grass, and the bushes swayed in a wind that brushed past, coursing downwind toward one particular bush beside a large boulder. A few yards from the bush, a mud colored rabbit nibbled on the vegetation, long ears twitched occasionally as it went about its feasting. But the small creature was so unaware of the danger that lurked in the bush a few mere yards off. Light green eyes gleamed as the sun reached through the open gaps of the bush that the leaves and branches failed to seal. Crouched there, was a she-cat. Her pelt a beautiful, random fusion of sable, amber, and pearl. Her left ears gives a single twitch as muscles tense, eyes locked onto her quarry. Her haunches rocked slowly, as she moved carefully to ensure the brush didn’t scrape against her silken fur, giving her cover away and sending the rabbit running into its burrow’s hole, wherever it was. If the she-cat was lucky, this would be her third rabbit of the day.
Shoulders shifted to and fro as she prepared herself for the attack. Within moments, her taunt muscles released, like springs pressed to their limit. She moved quickly and powerfully, her lean muscles rippling her fur as she moved with breath-taking speed towards the rabbit, who in turn was fleeing away to the West, towards where it’s hole was located. But it wasn’t quick enough. The calico gained ground quickly, her flexible and aerodynamic form soaring over the ground, her long strides eating up the distance like a ravenous and starved wolf would its first kill in weeks. It didn’t take long, perhaps only a few long moments, before she was within reach of the rabbit. With a small leap forward, powered by her hard haunches, she was airborne for a few seconds in timing. Sharp, long claws unsheathed, stretched out on her forepaws. And to her pleasure and excitement, she felt them hook into the rabbit’s fur and skin. It stumbled, and fell, and she was quick to follow, keeping her claw sunken into its haunches. They tumbled in a ball of brown and mixed fur. But the she-cat conquered the roll, landing atop the rabbit. And with one swift and powerful bite to the neck, and a twist of her own neck, a snap was heard, and the life of the rabbit ended. She dropped it, sat down, and with her left hind paw, she brought it to her shoulder and gave herself a satisfying couple of scratches, the fall and rolling have gotten small twigs, torn grass blades, and dirt having gotten caught into her fur. With shake of her whole body, she grabbed her prize, and moved off towards the camp, chest filled with pride at her three rabbits. This would be enough for now. She came to a bush just outside the camp walls, poking her head into it to find her two previously caught rabbits were still there. She pulled her head out, and walked into her camp. She would come back for the other two, but for now, she would drop this one off for anyone in need of it.
Code Word: Warrior Cats
