High Roleplaying Spot Tryouts

[Shadowscar]

Username: Shadowscar
Cat's Name: Shadowscar
Bio: warriorcat-rpg.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=pending&action=display&thread=330&page=1
Position: Deputy
Clan: Windclan
RP example:

Wind blew through the black cat's pelt as he stood on the moor, looking out upon the wind-blown land. It had been a long time since he had stopped just to look at the world around him. Shadowscar's duties had kept him too busy to feel nature's peace overwhelm him. The black cat sat down, curling his tail around his body to protect his paws from the cool evening air. The sun was setting on the horizon giving the hills an orange glow that blended with the cool beige of the lowlands. Monsters rolled on the Thunderpath in the distance only to disappear towards Fourtrees. Shadowscar closed his eyes and just let the breeze take him away and bring him into an eternal state of calm. An unnaturally cold gust caught the scar on his eye, making him snap his eyes open. He calmed once he realized what it was, but the afterthought left him to reminisce. He thanked StarClan for his now level-head and calm attitude. "If I would've stayed as I had while I was an apprentice, I would be dead..." He thought solemnly as he remembered:

One day, after being rejected by his denmates, Shadowscar decided to go hunt prey on his own. Being in a furious mood, Shadowscar did not pay much attention to where he was blundering into. Suddenly smelling a fox nearby, Shadowscar had turned to go around the scent, but then suddenly he stopped. He decided with a spiteful snarl to show up all of his clanmates by bringing down a fox single handedly. He crouched and crept his way to where he could see the fox. Taking in a deep breath, he charged the den where the fox had been sniffing the cat's scent nearby. The startled fox snarled and leaped for Shadowscar but the small apprentice was too quick. Sliding under the leaping fox, Shadowscar was able to rake his claws on the unprotected belly of the fox. The fox yelped in pain and turned with surprising speed, lashing its deadly claws at Shadowscar's eyes. Shadowscar jerked back quickly, it saved his life. One of the fox's razor-sharp claws caught above Shadowscar's right eye and slid down across the eye and the skin below it as Shadowscar pulled back. Shadowscar screamed in pain and caught the fox off guard by charging it, using his body as a battering ram. It brought the fox down and Shadowscar raked his claws along the fox's belly and throat. The near dead fox bit into Shadowscar's flank, but couldn't get a firm hold and his jaws slid across the black fur, leaving a large gash in Shadowscar's flank. This bite left the fox's neck unprotected, giving Shadowscar the opening to bite down and after a lot of thrashing, killed the fox. Bruised, bleeding and fatally wounded, Shadowscar dragged the fox's body back to camp as a prize. He made a full recovery, though the scars on his eye and flank would show forever.

The final rays of the sun brought him back to reality, he stood up and turned towards his clan knowing that he should return. He silently thanked StarClan for the temporary moments of peace as he padded through a bush towards the Windclan camp. He pushed past the gorse into the camp clearing, most of the clan was already in their dens asleep but a few were still out sharing tongues. Shadowscar stared at his clanmates with hidden affection and pride in his eyes. He suddenly took in his surroundings, he was in the Windclan camp with his clanmates... at home... with his family

(I took my Bio RP example and added to it. If you want another one I can do that too)


Why you/your character?

Shadowscar loves all of his clanmates and is fiercely loyal to Windclan, his hidden compassion can be seen as wisdom. He tries his best to hold respect and deserve it by giving it back to anyone who will give him the time of day. Shadowscar is calm, cool and collected making him a level headed cat. Then at the same time he is a warrior to be feared, meaning he can back up whatever his clan requires. In the matters of Foreign Policy (dealing with other clans) he is average, for those scenarios he is better suited as backup or morale support, or even a peacekeeper or voice of reason. In Domestic Policy (Clan issues/situations), however, Shadowscar is nearly a master, having tried to observe and know each of his clanmates to the point where he can relate to them more easily. As previously stated he is fiercely loyal to his clan and leader, but he is not afraid to voice his opinion in the right place at the right time.

[shadowsofmidnight]

Username: Stars Of Night
Cat's Name: Shades of Midnight (Midnight)
Bio: warriorcat-rpg.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=pending&thread=327&page=1#635 (sorry about the format)
Position: Healer
Clan: Tribe of Rushing Water
RP example:

Scared and lonely Night walked along the cold rocks that loomed forward and backward on this seemingly endless journey. Maybe a hundred fox-lengths away mountains stood in the distance breaking the horizon in their way. But she also saw the dark silhouette of a cat. Her paws ached and her body could will no more. Her resolve was gone and her heart was weak and weary. Weakly she stepped forward and collapsed where she had once been.
"Starclan is calling for you young one. Come to us now of' weary child and save your paws the weight and trouble of the harsh world." A voice rang in her mind as tempted as she was she refused to leave, Starclan was an unknown to her and she refused their offers of warmth and safety. A yowl rang out in front of Night and she opened her eyes. A strong look tom had signaled to a patrol to come. Swiftly a she-cat with amber eyes lifted Night by the scruff of her neck looked at her partner and began to run. The steady beating of the cat's paws on the ground lulled Night to sleep.
Later she awoke in a cave and murmurs came from the corners of the cave. The toms growled unpleasantly at her and sent Night looks of hate or hostility. But from a light corner of the cave She- Cats fussed about her,
"She's merely 2 moons old. Just a kit! What are we to do with her?" A strong voice yowled in the distance.
"I shall take her and teach her the ways of the pointed stones in which the fate of the tribe rests in." A beautiful she cat stepped out from an enclave in the cave.
"Teller? She’s not one of us, she'll never feel at home here." The same voice that had found mewed.
"Alas, Claw, she is young and will forget easily."
Night was in awe they would accept her.

Why you/your character?

Midnight has not lead an easy life yet that life has lead her to a deeper wisdom and understanding that far surpasses all other Tribe cats. Love and wisdom can sometimes leave her exposed to various threats, but an inner aura and air of protection and loyalty can always protect those who are in need.

[+: Alixa :+]

Username; Alixa

Cat Name; Silvershard

Clan; Skyclan

Position: Medicine Cat

Bio; www.warriorcat-rpg.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=skyaccept&action=display&thread=362

RP Example;

(I’m using roleplaying example from my shadowclan warrior, Falconstorm)

Dapples of morning light broke through the thorny walls and ceiling of the warrior's den, dappling a mud brown pelt with spots of golden light. Eyes were sealed against the slight that amanged to speckle her face, ears twitching every now and again to the sounds of other warriors stirring in their slumber as she herself remained still, sides expanding and contracting as her breaths came slowly and smoothly. Her tail tip twitched here and there, once very few moments, before her lids finally opened halkfway to reveal pale green eyes as she looked around, only a few warriors left in their nests. Slowly, with muscles working, she lifted herself into a sitting position, tail wrapping about her left side, but never bringing it to rest over the tops of her paws. Instead, she lifted her right forepaw to her face, and ran her bristled pink tongue over it before beginning to wash her face, freeing it from the debris that came with having dried moss and branches as well as crow feathers for a nest in which she slept. After she was satisfied with her face, she began to wash the rest of her body. A tom a few nests away from her stirred, eyeing her for a few moments. But this was what she felt upon her, not what she met with her own eyes. She wasn't completely new to being a warrior, but she wasn't what one would calla senior warrior, either. But all the same, she showed no interest in the tom whose gaze ran over her shoulders and down to wherever else that suited him.

Falconstorm was the last she-cat who had kits on her mind. Where her mother was somewhat sweet and friendly, though a fierce warrior both with a barbed tongue and claws sharp enough to shred a mouse to ribbons, Falconstorm was a lot like her father, in nasty temper as well as hunting skills and fighting skills. She was the last cat to ahve some sort of love story running through her daily life, her heart for none. Sure, there was a time when the very same tom that was watching her wash herself had been bold enough to try and make Falconstorm his. He courted her, went on the same patrols with her. But she ignored his gestues, giving him only respect for his experience and skills. But he thought she might see more in him if he pushed a little harder. But despite having a good amount of tolerance, there were some things that Falconsotmr just wouldn't tolerate, and that was being touched. By her leader, with a nose upon her shoulder in some sort of praise was even a bit much for her, but of course she knew better than to lash out at her leader. But anyone else that so much as tried to brush against her was crow food. And that was what that tom had tried doing. And anyone who looks at him now can see nicely three carved out scars on his left cheek, where she cuffed him, but with claws unsheathed to ensure she got her point across. Anyone who so much as met her would tell you she's nasty-natured and has one heck of a barbed tongue. But all the same, she respects her clan mates, and never really has an issue with sharing tongues with a few of her clan mates for a few brief moments. But gossip wasn't her thing, really.

She rose to all four paws, and padded out of the den, leaving the tom to watch her exit. Her pale green eyes shot toward the fresh-kill pile, but showed no interest. She would go on a hunting patrol later, catch a good number of whatever she coiuld find, then perhaps have one for herself. But as nasty as she has been known to be to others, especially to cats outside her clan, she was a grand warrior all the same who carried out her tasks as they should be done, thoroughly and to the best of her skills and abilities. She had her moments where she could be nice. But she was an opinioned, independent, strong-willed she-cat with a nasty nature overall. But who really looks over all that just to see a small sliver of kindness and open-ness toward other cats... She could think back to the day after her vigil... A few moons ago, her brother's life had been claimed by a badger, back when they had both been apprentices. She ahd two bothers at one time, though one had died a kit, and the other murdered in his apprenticeship. It was a wonder Falconstorm was still alive, but she most likely wouldn't be had she gone on the same border patrol with her brother, father, and two other warriors... But she can remember very well the grief that struck her parents, and the fresh want for revenge that flooded over her. Starclan knew of the hatred that ran hot through the she-cat's veins. Life had taken away the only two cats she had probably ever loved, aside from her parents... And when they had left to join Starclan, she only became more bitter, some say. And those who tried to comfort her, saying 'I'm sorry for the loss of your brothers', or 'Your parents are always looking down on you' could be certain that they would get a barb-tongued response from her. She didn't for others to pity her, and she never shared her own emotions with others. She kept such things known as personal to herself, and no one has yet to get a bit of emotion out of her other than the normal, ever since her parents had died. But she was who she was, and wouldn't have it any other way. Clearly, this was how Starclan fated her to be. And despite her fiery, nasty nature, her loyalty to her clan and faith in Starclan were stronger than anything.

She settled to the side of the warrior's den, waiting to see if a hunting or border patrol was about to get organized, so that she might have something to do. And as she waited, the tom emerged from the den, giving her a sideways glance. She returned the favor with a sharp warning glare, and sent him on his way as he walked out of the camp. With a scoff, she sat there, waiting, tail now resting over her paws.

Why do you want to be a meddie cat?

One reason I’m trying out is because there are so few cats in Skyclan, and they will need a medicine cat badly for the upcoming leafbare. Plus, I’m very again (again), and Silvershard will be posted frequently doing various things, talking with the few Skyclan cats that are actually there, which will help get Skyclan more active. Plus, it would also be good experience for me. Since you decided it would be alright for us to have two cats with two high positions, as long as they’re in different clans, I could get the feel of roleplaying a medicine cat, who is just as vital a cat as the leader of a clan is. If I get the position, I will not neglect posting him, and be punctual to any medicine cat meetings that are called/required

Why You Think You Should Be The Meddie Cat;

I am one of the most active member on this roleplaying site. I’ve reviewed all the herbs known in the Warriors series, too. I would be more than happy to participate in any and all plots that are started, seeing as medicine cats are most likely involved in a lot of plots that aren’t personal plots (ex: cats falling in love). But Silvershard would make a great medicine cat because of his sophisticated and philosophical nature. He is very devoted and faithful to his clan, and has a very strong belief in Starclan. He is quick at figuring things out and solving problems because he enjoying thorough and deep thinking, and is fascinated with the body structure and function of each and every at, seeing each cat as different, thus having different yet similar needs. I also think that this problem-solving part of his personality would make him best suited to decipher prochecies sent by Starclan, as well as great at treating sick and injured cats.

Herbs You Know;
Cobweb- Applied to stop bleeding
Mouse Bile- Applied to get ticks off
Catmint- When chewed, helps to heal Greencough.
Juniper Berries- Ingested to help soothe belly aches, and also used for cats who have trouble breathing
Yarrow- Ingested to make a cat get sick, is used to get poison out usually
Borage- ingested to help increase the supply of milk for nursing queens and also brings down fever
Honey- Ingested to soothe throats of cats that have breathed smoke
Poppy Seeds– Ingested, used to soothes shocked or distressed cats. Not recommended for nursing queens. It also acts as a painkiller.
Marigold- Applied to prevent infection from wounds
Dock- Applied to soothe scratches
Broom- When applied, it helps mend broken bones
Dried Oak Leaf – Ingested to stop infections
Burdock root- When applied, it cures infected rat bites
Coltsfoot- When ingested, helps with shortness of breath
Bark from willow trees- when ingested, helps with fever and headaches
Daisy leaves- When ingested, helps with sore/aching joints
Wild Basil- Appiled to help with paw problems, like cracked pads.

Experience; Yes, I have played a high position before. I currently play the Windclan leader, and am very active with him, posting him where he’s needed, making him perform clan duties 9there’s a border patrol starting, and a hunting patrol being gathered as well). And I have also played as lead stallions on a good number of horse sites, and have been a leader of Windclan on one other warrior rpg site.

Other; Not that I can think of.

[starpaw]

Username: starpaw
Cat's Name: Starteller
Bio: Starteller, Healer(?) and leader(again, can I be of such?) of the Tribe of Rush Water, is curious but not young, almost eight years old, and follows the path of the stars whenever she can. She is blind with her eyes, but not to her world, and can perhaps see more then many others through her senses and heart. She hears the whispers the stars tell on clear nights, and listens to the drops of water, the drips of rain drops, the plop of snow fallings in winter, and the words of her Tribe. She was born blind, but can sense only the brightest of lights, and knows the mountain territory has good has any; she always needs a Cave-guard at her side when exiting the cave, however, the down-side to it all. Old and wise, thoughtful, hopeful, and courageous is her over-all personality.
Position: Healer
Clan: Tribe of Rushing Water
RP example:

Starteller wondered near the waterfall, her gray, mud-plastered ears pricked in thoughtful learning; this was her life. She lived to hear and understand the willings of the Tribe of Endless Hunting and to protect and heal her Tribe, has well has learn things from her long-gone to closely known ancestors. She meowed out to (whoever) "Good morning," As her adept hearing picked up his/her unique pawsteps along the soft ground near the waterfall. She padded back to her den, seeking out the comfort of still silence, opposed to the restlessness of the foaming waters.

Why you/your character?

I have always been fascinated with the Tribe of Rushing Water, and have been looking for a rpg where I might be able to play my main character, Starteller, for the fun of it all in my spare time. I am homeschooled, so I do have a lot of spare time. She is blind, to make it all a bit more interesting, and it just goes with what the books say about the wonderful hearing of the Tribe cats because of the waterfall. I have not yet finished all of the Prophecy books, so is there any spoilers on this site? If so, I will need to quit, because I cannot stand such things, even minor.

[ι¢є]

Username: rory
Cat's Name: Ice
Bio: Click Here
Position: Deputy
Clan: Bloodclan
RP example:

Ice leaped gracefully from crate to crate, her blue eyes gleaming with thrill. Even as an adult member of Bloodclan, she managed to have fun. Most cats looked down on her, thinking ill of her due to her high-spirits, but she refused to let that bother her. The scent of mouse reached her nose and she skidded to a stop, trying to pinpoint the prey.

A small shadow darted in the corner of her eye and she turned her head sharply, creeping up on the mouse slowly. Just when she was within reach, Ice pounced, slamming her paw down on the mouse's tail, then tossing it against the stone alley wall. The mouse let out a terrified squeak and tried to run, but Ice tossed him back at the wall. When her prey attempted to escape once more, ice chrushed it, breaking its spine, with her forepaw.

"Thanks for the game," She chuckled and began to ravenously gulp down her meal.

Why you/your character?

I would roleplay as often as I could, and post as much as possible. Ice is playful, showing different judgement than the other cats of Bloodclan, yet loves to kill and torture all the same. The combination of her and the current leader could make Bloodclan even more formidable than they already are.

[GRIM ||]

Rory: Your cat can be deputy of BloodClan as long as you make the changes necessary to the name and appearance.

Starpaw: The healer of the Tribe of Rushing Water is always called Stoneteller, no matter what the name is before that. That's not my rule, of a rule of this site, that's just part of the tribe's legacy. Just change the name and you'll be good to go. :3

[leaf]

Username: Leaf
Cat's Name: Hazelstep(star)
Bio: Clicky
Position: Leader
Clan: Riverclan
RP example:

Air. She could feel it blowing through her fur and penatrating her mind. Water. She could feel it splashing at her face and making her fur wet. Darkness. She felt it flood around her and make her sink deeper. Sky. She felt herself floating in this, in thin air. And she knew. She was recieving her nine lives. The cats of StarClan seemed to hover around her, lightly brushing their soft pelts against her and murmuring to themselves. A silver she-cat with glowing blue eyes stepped forward. It was her. It was Hazelstep's dead mother. Her mother that had been murdered. Murdered by her father.

Why you/your character?

I think Hazelstep would make a great leader because she is wise, strong, a good fighter, and has naturall leadership skills. She would help her clan become successful and give her life for the clan.

[GRIM ||]

Oh, sorry. I guess I should have made this clear in this thread as well. The 'relcaimable cats' cannot be made. If the RiverClan leader returns before the scheduled activity check end, then this will be denied. You can continue to role-play her until the activity check ends, and if the current RiverClan leader has not returned, then the leader position is yours.

[leaf]

Okay, hey, who does role-play the RiverClan leader?

[Crow-watcher]

Username: Crowwatcher
Cat's Name: Crow-watcher
Bio: warriorcat-rpg.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=create&thread=681
Position: Deputy
Clan: SkyClan
RP example:

xGraypelt padded out of the warriors den yawning. He looked up at the early morning sky and thought to himself, What a beautiful sun it is today. The gray tabby tom then padded over to the fresh kill pile and grabbed a chick out of it. The fresh kill pile was a little bit low this morning. Graypelt then thought to himself, Either the dawn hunting patrol isn’t back yet, or they didn’t catch very much. Oh well, I guess I will go out hunting when I finish eating. He then carried the chick over to a comfy patch of moss and laid down. The gray tabby then quickly devoured the chick. Graypelt then stood up and licked his paw giving his head a quick groom and padded out of the camp to go hunting with a full belly and his "good looks". Once outside of the camp, Graypelt stuck his nose up in the air and smelt around for scent of prey. Nothing. He then decided to pad out a little bit farther from camp because any prey animal with a brain would know not to be right next to a camp full of cats. The gray tabby padded through the trees before smelling a chick. Graypelt crouched down and silently padded towards the unsuspecting mouse. When he was approximately a tailslength away from the mouse, the gray tabby pounced and trying to land on its back with his front paws. If he was successful, his weight would of broke the mouse’s fragile spine. If he missed, the mouse would probably go running scared out of it’s little mind and would get away. Graypelt pounce was successful and he caught the mouse. While on his way back to camp, the gray tabby tom caught whiff of the scent of the dawn patrol finally returning to camp. He then rushed up to join them. [Nice and long post. A lot longer then my normal. I was bored and had spare time.]

Why you/your character?

When the time calls for it Crow-watcher is serious but he can be friendly and kind also at the same time. He often proves his loyalty to his Clan. Also I have RPed Warrior Cats for a while now. I have rped a leader once or twice and I have also RPed multiple warriors, medicine cats, loners, and rouges.