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Post by Sam on Nov 25, 2015 13:06:59 GMT
Hello! We currently require a lot more staff to help us build this site, so if one catches your eyes, please apply! ForestclanLeader:Sandstar Deputy:Lynxheart Medicine Cat: OpenMedicine Cat Apprentice: OpenQueens:Ambermist ValleyCalnLeader:@ashley DeputyMedicine Cat: Batwing Medicine Cat Apprentice:OpenQueens:OpenMoorclanLeader:Sprucestar Deputy: Asterheart Medicine Cat: Dapplecloud Medicine Cat Apprentice: OpenQueen:SweetpetalSnowclanLeader:Faintstar Deputy: OpenMedicine cat: OpenMedicine Cat Apprentice:OpenQueens:Brightstorm SwampClanLeader: LeopardDeputyCode:Name:UsernamePosition WantedExperience:Description:Example of role playing skills (100 words)
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Post by Sandstar on Nov 26, 2015 14:13:06 GMT
Name:Sandstar Username: @//sandstar2865 Position Wanted: Leader/ Forestclan Experience:A Warriors Cats Life Description: Pale ginger she cat with slightly darker stripes along back Example of role playing skills (100 words): Sandlily sat in front of her elderly leader as his breathes became harsh. He was dying and there was nothing to do but ease his pain. The medicine cat infact was doing that, grabbing some poppy seeds and giving him so words of wisdom.
"Sand....lily." The tom rasped lifting his moltedcolored head. Sandlily looked at him placing a paw on his paw telling him to lie down. "No, I will not lay down!" He groaned. "Sandlily, you were an amazing deputy, mate, and friend..you will be an even better leader for Forestclan. Sandlily looked at him in sorrow.
"No!" She wailed and flung her self to his matted fur body crying. She felt the tail of her mate brush against her back. "Mudstar. You can't die." Suddenly the Tom's breath go harsher.
"Its my time." He purred slowly. "I hate to say it but...there will be a warrior, from a different or your clan who will steal your heart more then me." He rasped. He looked up and then stared right into Sandlily's green eyes. "Remember this, There will be an evil greater then all of the forest that will sham your clan to its roots." He grumbled as his eyes turned glazed and his body went limp.
"There will be an evil, greater then all the forest, that will shake the clan away...." Sandlily repeated licking Mudstar one last time.
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Post by Sprucestar on Nov 27, 2015 0:18:15 GMT
Sprucestar moorclan ill do the application if you want but you know me so. A pale brown tom with thick furr and dark brown markings in coat. well built heavily musceled.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2015 0:30:02 GMT
Name: Bluesmoke(star) Username: @//ashley Position Wanted; Leader of Valleyclan Experience: New Hopes before it went inactive. Description: a small chocolate pointed siamese she-cat with blue eyes Example of role playing skills:
A siamese cat about the age of an apprentice walked through the dark forest. The moon showed it's light in between the green leaves of the tall trees. She was walking fast and with a limp, this cat is named Blue, She was getting away from her group of rouges, she was picked on by them and needed to get away without anymore painful injuries. She should have stayed a kittypet with her siblings, why her father picked her to be with him was the question she asked herself. She wasn't fit to be one of his kind.
Blue was to lost in her thoughts to see that she was now out of the woods and into grassy fields. She also didn't realize the scent of the clans marked borders. It wouldn't have mattered anyways, she was to tired to carry on but couldn't. Traveling for 2 and a half days without sleep or food and only time to get a quick drink worn her out.
It was only a few long minutes until the scent of four cats, her closed eyes quickly open, showing her blue ones. "Who goes there?" she asked with a hiss. "It's more like who are you and why are you on Valleyclan territory, rouge." a cold voice said. This made the her eyes widen. "I didn't know, I will leave now." she answered. "And who are you?" he asked, now showing himself. It was a bigger silver cat with a black tail and light blue eyes. Followed by a she-cat around her age who had a light ginger pelt and dark green eyes, and an older she-cat who had long dusty brown fur and chocolate brown eyes. "My name is Blue. Now y'all know my name, what's yours?" she asked. This time a soft voice spoke. "I'm Lightpaw, that's my mentor Fawnleap, and his name is Frostfire." she answer, which earned a hiss from Frostfire.
"Thank you Lightpaw." she said with a friendly smile. "What is going on here?" another tom's voice asked, this one held power. "Well Lionstar... This rouge wondered onto our territory. She shall be punished." Frostfire demanded, Blue hissed loudly at him. "I have done nothing wrong, It's not my fault the stupid group of rouges are trying to kill me. I didn't mean to travel into your land. I haven't slept or ate in the past 2 days. I've also had to walk those days with a limp. Now listen here stupid clanner there may be bad rouges out there but me I am originally a weak kittypet, My so called father picked me for the rouge life. I had no choice, so you better know the cat before going into conclussions." she hissed standing up, ready if the group started to attack.
Frostfire was about to pounce but another cat her age this one looked like him but smaller. "Now that's enough Frostfire, what I just seen is a cat sticking up for herself, even while out numbered and injured. I think you should join the Valleyclan, more cats should have your braveness and courage." the dark ginger tom said wisely. "Venompaw take you father and go back to camp, thank you for stopping him." Lionstar said with a smile. Soon afterwards I was being picked up and started to struggle. "Hey Blue stop, you're safe." Lightpaw's sweet voice said next to her.
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Post by Faintstar on Nov 27, 2015 3:00:32 GMT
NAME: Faintstripe | Faintstar
USERNAME: kanra
POSITION WANTED: Leader of SnowClan
EXPERIENCE: Virtual Warrior World, (formerly) IvyClanForever
DESCRIPTION: a very dark gray tom with black, barley visible, black tabby stripes and pale yellow eyes
EXAMPLE OF RP SKILL: Faintstripe stalked through SnowClan territory, pale eyes gleaming brightly in the dim lighting the moon provided. This was where he thrived, among the blistering cold snowstorms and chilled stone terrain. His fur may have been short, but the thickness of his pelt retained most of his body heat; and besides, the tabby loved the cold. He adored waking up with his bones void of heat, he adored racing along the mountainside and feeling the heat spread throughout him. It was exhilarating. Faintstripe broke out into a run, a slim, almost nonexistent smile slipping onto his face. This, he thought, every sense he had practically absorbing the SnowClan territory, this is where I belong.
Slowing to a halt, Faintstripe entered the SnowClan camp. Suddenly any and all contentment and utter belonging drained from his body. Something was wrong. There was an eerie silence, as if a storm was approaching. "Faintstripe..." a voice from one of the cats sounded from the crowd. The tabby's eyes latched onto a familiar form; Stormflight, his father! Faintstripe was practically a copy of his father, their pelts mirror each other. The only different was their eyes-- while Faintstripe's were a pale yellow his father's were a deep, dark blue like the night sky.
"What's wrong?" Faintstripe asked, his voice void of emotion although his eyes carried his worry and confusion at his usually-stoic father's crestfallen attitude.
"...I'm sorry. This is all my fault. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..." confused, the dark tabby looked around at the cat's the surrounded him. Each one of them held a heartbroken expression, he could even hear a faint sobbing coming from somewhere in the crowd.
"Faintstripe," the tabby turned to see Heatherpelt, a friend of his, standing over a mass of white. No, Faintstripe thought, his eyes flying wide and every muscle in his body tensing in fright. Resting at Heatherpelt's paws was his mother. Her small and delicate frame was lifeless, her fluffy white pelt void of it's usually sheen and smelling faintly of rosemary, and her eyes which were usually a vibrant and fiery blue were dull and dead.
"No," Faintstripe mewed aloud. Every emotion he was feeling being conveyed in soft whisper. All the overwhelming sorrow and love and bewilderment on how this could have possibly happened. His fury that StarClan has decided to take her; of all the cats, why her?! Falling to the ground, the dark tabby touched his nose gently to his mother's lifeless body, all voices of the Clan silenced.
Whitestar was dead.
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Post by Sam on Nov 27, 2015 3:14:43 GMT
You are all accepted!!❤❤
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Post by Brightstorm on Nov 27, 2015 5:38:14 GMT
Name: Brightstorm @//anna Position Wanted: Snowclan's Queen Experience: I have requested for staff before but the creator went inactive, but I have rp enough to know the rules and what I am doing. Description: a light chocolate pointed birman (they have long fur) she-cat with big bright blue eyes Example of role playing skills:
The small she-cat was following a group of cats, she and her best friend Cloudpaw were the only apprentice going with the warriors to find this thing they call a fox. Brightpaw couldn't wait, she has only heard stories of creature, all kinds of red, ginger, or brown fur, sometimes even white or gray, and their golden eyes, sharp teeth. The stories didn't scare her, for the young apprentice didn't scare easily.
Well that's before actually seeing this creature she imagined to be beautiful. "We are close. Brightpaw and Cloudpaw I want you two close to one of the warriors at all time." her mentor Shadowheart ordered, he was leading the group. She just nodded her head, her paws kneading the ground, ears and tail twitching in excitement. "NOW!" Shadowheart yelled out. With that the apprentice raced after him.
Soon seeing and ugly dark ginger furred fox. Who was charging at the group. His dark golden eyes held evilness and mouth spitting out saliva as he growled and bark. This made her freeze to a complete stop. But shook her head and continued charging at it. She seen the white pelt of Cloudpaw in front of her. Cloadpaw was the first one targeted, and didn't last long. This made her stop again.
"Brightpaw we must continue, we must chase him out or kill him." Shadowedheart called to her. That is what she did, she fought. Using everything she has been thought. She then was thrown, and landed on the ground with a thud. The fox followed her but Hawkstorm guarded the injured apprentice. The pain in her leg was driving her crazy, she tried getting up but failed. This injury would leave her with a small barely noticeable limp for the rest of her life. After a few more tries she was picked up.
They were on their way back she could see the lifeless body of her friend in Shadowedheart's jaws, so she guessed her father Hawkstorm was carrying her. With that she closed her blue eyes and let the darkness take her...
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Post by Asterheart on Nov 27, 2015 7:36:23 GMT
Name: Asterheart(Using my VWW charrie) Username: @//cedar Position Wanted: Moorclan deputy(As requested by Spruce <3) Experience: I have been co admin of two sites and a leader once, as well as a queen. And at one point a pack leader/deputy sort of thing Description: Dark grey bicolor tabby(too put it simply) Example of role playing skills (387 words): The songs of bluebirds twittered in the young one's ears as she gazed upon the new lands, tail twitching with anticipation. Young Aster had heard of the clans once before, mere stories from passing travellers of whom her mother had sheltered due to her loving heart. The young one had learnt her skills at a young age, her mother having always expected what fate held for her. She always refused to tell the kitten, and one day she had simply, left. The tabby kitten shivered at the thought, almost dropping the rabbit that hung limply in her jaws. A peace offering. The she-cat had been told by her mother, that if fate held true, to flee to the clans. To Moorclan to be exact. Taking in the unfamiliar scent as well as one might with prey dangling from their petite maw, she stilled her tail and took a hesitant step over the scent line. Followed by another. Soon all four white paws were planted securely in the soft, heavily scent marked soils. Her small physique froze in the motion, body rigid with fear. What if they drove me away, or worse. What if they killed me? The paralysing thought caused panic to strain her previous smile. However, the young one mentally scolded herself, flattened her kit soft pelt, and soon found herself tearing across this new and unfamiliar terrain. There is no time for cowardice!Before long, the heavily panting kitten skidded to a halt nearest the entrance, of what she assumed to be 'camp', a cloud of dust stirring in her wake. Her paws tracked the ancient pawsteps as she paced anxiously, her eyes flickering back and forth with mild paranoia. "Please, little one. Follow me."[/b] Aster leaps away from the other, fur bristling and claws unsheathed in utter terror, dropping her rabbit in the process. Her forgotten memories see mingling kicking into overdrive, the young feline drops into a battle crouch with an outraged hiss. "Why should I trust you, warrior?" Her voice was a snakelike hiss as her teeth curled back to display pointy little fangs, and her sapphire orbs appeared set in stone. His next words however, caused a shiver to run through her body and along her arched spine, an assortment of terror, excitement and relief. "Because I, am your father..." Yay! Her daddy a clan cat, okay, so yes, she's a warrior on this game(deputy hopefully.) However...Plotting is my specialty! Mind my weirdness, you'll have to suck it up and laugh along eventually Your darling ~ Cedar
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Post by Sam on Nov 27, 2015 12:44:56 GMT
Accepted
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Post by Sandstar on Nov 27, 2015 13:42:31 GMT
More cats need to join Forest or Valley Clan or even Swamp clan!!
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Post by Ambermist on Nov 27, 2015 22:26:58 GMT
Name: Ambermist Username: @//flurry Position Wanted: Queen of ForestClan Experience: VWW Description: A pale ginger tabby she-cat with pale green eyes Example of role playing skills (100 words): Ambermist looked expectantly at her former mentor, Juniperfall, waiting for his word to attack. A bothersome group of rouges had been taking refuge at the edge of ForestClan territory, and the newly made warrior had been put on the patrol that would run them out of the territory. The thing is, this would be Ambermist's first time going into real battle. ForestClan had been peaceful during her apprenticeship, so she had never had to worry about going to battle then. Now, with the threat looming right before her muzzle, she doubted her ability to hurt another-- she doubted if she had enough heart in her to even try.
"Attack!" Juniperfall, the leader of the patrol, commanded. The confused and fearful mewls that came from the cats the patrol was too attack making Ambermist's muscles lock in place before she could even come out of hiding. Could she really do this? Hurt another living creature? It wasn't in her nature to bring harm to any living thing; the empathetic tabby had even cried after killing her first prey. Yet, when she though about the defenseless and innocent kits back in camp she couldn't hold back the rush of fiery power that raced through her veins. She couldn't let them remain in danger! Pale green eyes hardened and a look of pure determination, Ambermist jumped into battle.
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Post by Batwing on Nov 28, 2015 5:23:30 GMT
Name: Batwing Username: floof Position Wanted: Medicine Cat of ValleyClan Experience: VWW Description: a scarred black tom with dark amber eyes Example of role playing skills (100 words): The black tom stuck his head out of the medicine den for the first time in days, having to squint his eyes because the light outside was so bright. Immediately he heard gasps of astonishment. He guessed that most of the Clan didn't realize how badly he had been wounded during the attack. After all, he hadn't gotten many visitors. Even his own mother hadn't bothered to pay him a visit during the days he was healing; but that was to be expected, Batpaw guessed, she didn't even bother to converse with him when he wasn't covered with disfiguring scars. "...Batpaw?" the young tom looked up into the surprised eyes of his best friend-- Mothpaw. The pale brown tom's eyes were wide, almost scared, as they took in the other tom's appearance. "Deerskip said that your wounds were bad but... dear StarClan, I hadn't realized it was this bad," Batpaw visibly recoiled at the words. Every time someone pointed out his wounds it brought back memories of how he had gotten them. The patrol he had been on was attacked by a group of rouges; an ambush no one prepared for. The patrol was slaughtered. The only survivor was Batpaw-- and only barely. He had scars covering his body; across his muzzle, across his left eye, thick scars on his flank and shoulders, his back legs and tail were covered with teeth marks, and even his ears were shredded. Luckily only one of the numerous scars had gotten infected; a particularly deep one on his shoulder. It still hurt when he put a lot of weight on it, and Batpaw had overheard Deerskip, the medicine cat, saying that she was unsure if it would ever heal properly. "Thanks," Batpaw mewed bitterly back to Mothpaw, "really making me feel good here." Mothpaw's ears drooped apologetically and he avoided his friend's amber gaze. "Sorry," Mothpaw said, falling into an awkward silence. Batpaw was tempted to walk past the tom, but didn't particularly feel like talking with any of the other onlookers. The black tom could feel the icy glare of his mother not far off. He cringed. Ruefall, his mother, had made it clear that she blamed him for not saving the rest of the patrol-- for not saving his sister, Rowanpaw. Rowanpaw had always been his mother's favorite; for she resembled her father, Yarrowclaw, who had died saving Ruefall while the black she-cat was carrying his kits. "So," Batpaw's attention returned to Mothpaw, who had begun to speak again, "did Deerskip tell you when your gonna start training again? Me and Laurelheart," who was Mothpaw's mentor, "are getting kind of bored of training on our own, and I'm sure Spiderfoot" who was Batpaw's mentor, "is looking forward to training you again. Besides, we've been patrolling non-stop since the, er, um, attack and, well, we could use the extra set of paws," Batpaw looked into Mothpaw's hopeful blue and and couldn't muster up the heart to tell him what he was think; that he doubted he could ever become a warrior with the injuries he's gone through. Instead, the scarred apprentice rested his head on his friend's shoulder and sighed in an almost content way. "I'm sure it'll be any day now," he lied.
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Post by Lynxheart on Nov 28, 2015 16:46:15 GMT
Name:Lynxheart Username: lynxheart Position wanted: deputy of forest clan Experience: WVW Description: toretoiseshell and white she-cat with Amber eyes Example of role playing skills: Lynxheart was prowling along the Forest clan border. She heard a loud bark. Two ferocious dogs were in her path. The dogs had scruffy and ragged fur. Even fur was missing. Lynxheart had to get past them. "Go back to your two legs flegbag" She spat. Lynxheart gave the dog a few swipes With the blood blinding the dog it whined and sunk its canines into Lynxhearts spine. Lynxheart then kicked at one of the dogs muzzle. The dog sunk it's claws into Lynxhearts flesh. The young she-cat was in pain and bleeding badly. Suddenly she heard yowls. "We're coming Lynxheart" one shouted "Blackfang you must get the clan to safty" Lynxheart yowled "We cannot leave without you" Blackfang spat raking his claws down a dogs spine. "Lynxheart let's get you to camp" Blackfang yowled as the rest of the cats raced to the camp.
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Post by Dapplecloud on Dec 1, 2015 22:10:02 GMT
Name: DAPPLECLOUD Username: @//vixen Position wanted: Moorclan medicine cat Experience: WVW Description: Long furred white she-cat with orange, dark brown and black calico patches and green eyes Example of RP skills: Dapplecloud had only been a medicine cat for four moons. Her mentor Mintyfoot had died during the leafbare Dapple saw a bright ginger she-cat limping towards her den. "What happened Dustfur" Dapplecloud asked grabbing cobwebs once she spotted the blood dripping down the she-cats pelt. "Its the badgers they killed Ivymoon and Gingerclaw " Dustfur stammered As she the pressed the cobwebs on Dustfurs ragged pelt Dapplecloud saw her mentor. A ghostly cat was floating outside the den "Your doing fine just use marigold now" the cat whispered "Mintyfoot come back" she wailed Vixenheart then put marigold on Dustfurs wounds "Your going to be fine just rest" she insured the wounded cat. "Vixenheart" came the yowl of Thornpelt who had deep cuts on his shoulder. "The badgers have reached the camp" he yowled. "Get the kits to safety" Vixen yelped She had loved Thornpelt so much but she was a medicine cat Vixen saw Thornpelt wrestling with a huge male badger. The badger sunk its teeth into Thorns neck. "No" Vixenheart wailed as the badger bite Thornpelts spine and then raking his belly open Thornpelt was dead
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Post by Sweetpetal on Dec 1, 2015 23:33:13 GMT
Name: Sweetpetal Username: sweetpetal Position Wanted: MoorClan Queen Experience: VWW Description: a fluffy white she-cat with cream tabby patches and blue eyes Example of role playing skills (100 words): Sweetpetal raced through the MoorClan territory with her sister, Briarthorn. The two newly-named warriors were racing towards the nearest border, each wanting to win a bet they had placed before they had taken off; whomever reached the border first would take the morning patrol the next day. "Ha! I'm gonna beat you!" Briarthorn yowled over her shoulder, pulling ahead of the Sweetpetal. The tabby-patched she-cat growled playfully, although she knew should wouldn't be able to pull ahead now. Unlike her lithe and lean sister Sweetpetal had short, dedicate legs and a frame that was built more for cuddling than running on the moor. "You can try!" Sweetpetal retorted, blue eyes burning with competitively. She picked up her pace, but was still unable to pass her sister. Briarthorn chuckled and teasingly slowed down until she was just two paw-steps ahead of Sweetpetal. "And I can win~!" she replied. Then, with a sudden burst of speed, Briarthorn raced forwards and skidded to a halt at the border. Sweetpetal sighed and began slowing down. She loved her sister, but it was obvious who the better warrior was. Briarthorn was better at both speed, hunting, and battle. Lost in disappointed thought, the white-and-cream she-cat didn't even notice the looming shape circling above. Briarthorn did though, and with a yowl of terror she began racing towards her sister at the same moment the eagle began to swoop. Confused, Sweetpetal turned to her sister, oblivious to the danger she was in. "Look out!" Briarthorn wailed, and leaped at her sister; knocking the she-cat away and taking her place on the ground. Sweetpetal gave a confused mewl and tumbled to the ground, catching a terrified glimpse of the eagle as she fell the floor. She watched in horror as her sister slashed unsheathed claws at the bird, struggling to get back onto her paws. The moment she was finally able to steady herself was the moment the eagle wrapped its long talons around Briarthorn. The dark brown tabby struggled, her green eyes open wide in horror at the realization that she had been captured. Still tired from the earlier run, Sweetpetal ran over to the eagle and slashed at its wings. The beast shrieked, and with a single beat of its massive wings it knocked Sweepetal back. The cream-and-white she-cat fell to the floor again, and she lay stunned; from both the hit of the wing and the forceful contact with the floor. "Get out of here, Sweetpetal!" Briarthorn's fretful, exhausted mew sounded distant. Everything started to turn black and the pain in her head only became more and more intense. She started to lose comprehension of what was going on, and eventually she gave into the darkness and fell into unconsciousness.
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