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5:52pm Mar 9 2011
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This Tundra.
It belongs to us.
The snow is harsh underpaw, the ice is bitter and the wind is penetrating to the thickest pelt.
But still we remain. We fight, we live, we survive.
We are Stormclan.
The coldest of all the Bareleafs so far befell us these last moons. Never before have I seen such suffering in both my clan and the prey that we depend on. It seemed that as we clawed our way out of the dreadful period of our lives, Newleaf would pounce with rejuvinating vigour.
We couldn't have been more wrong.
The melting of the snow brought a great falling of ice and rock to our clan. Our camp is destroyed - it seems Starclan has no mercy for us, but for now we shall have to trust their judgement. The rocks, the snow and the ice tumbled from the great mountain at the base of which we have lives for generations. I myself have never seen anything alike to it. Cats drowned in the overwhelming quantity of the substance. I fear them dead. We never found them again.
We must rebuild. Stormclan MUST live on! And if I, Spiritstar, have to oversee and perform every last effort possible, we shall regain our strength once again. |
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5:52pm Mar 9 2011 (last edited on 2:32am Mar 11 2011)
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My name is Spiritstar.
Welcome to my clan. We are Stormclan, survivors, and fighters. You must learn to respect the landscape around here if you wish to live for very long at all. My pelt is black, yet marred with the scars of the past. I know each individual mark upon my pelt - each spiderweb of white tissue that breaks up the thick fur. My build is strong, my muscles toned and lean from leading my clan through these volatile lands.
I am slightly larger than average size. The aforementioned scars that pepper my pelt are mostly from when Stormclan was ruled by a solid fight to survive rule. I fought, yes. I killed in order to make my way to the top, to leader. The largest of my scars is the chunk missing from my shoulder where the leader I felled tore his piece of me before the battle was completed. I changed the clan after that. We follow the rules of Starclan now. I suppose in one sense you may call my personality lacking in a great deal of humour. I do not partake in many amusing activities, especially in light f recent times. However, should the situation call for it, I am able to cast a smile. I suppose. I have never had the pleasantries of courting a she-cat, and I never plan to. I have a slightly soft spot for kits though, and Queens are of the utmost importance to the continued survival of Stormclan.
DEPUTY// DETNETH
The Basics: Name: Wavepelt
Nickname(s):
Age: 23 moons
Position: Deputy
Gender: She-cat
Birthplace: Rogues
Residence: StormClan The Apperance:
Eye Color: Azure, the color of a very light sky
Coat Color: Cream and honey gold
Scars: Three short stripes on her left flank
Distinguishing Features: The two black dots above her eyes The Personality:
Loves: I love to run around wildly for no reason to release my pent-up energy and play with the kits and apprentices in my free time.
Likes: To lie down after a hard day with my Clanmates with a full belly and to share tongues with them.
Dislikes: Cold frigid winters when the prey is scarce.
Secrets: I once had a secret love as an apprentice with a kittypet, but I have long since moved on.
Weaknesses: My slender size and shape. I often get thrown by my opponents in battle if I am not careful.
Strengths: My lightning-quick reflexes and my inborn agility. It often helps me out of tight situations. The Other:
Scent: The salty tang of the sea and fresh spring winds.
Crush: I currently have no significant other, nor am I looking for one.
Mate: The same
Offspring: None.
Family: They are all deceased and gone. My mother Hawkspring from a rogue attack and my father Stormflash from illness. Additional Info.:
MEDICINE CAT// NONE
MED CAT APP.// NONE
HEAD WARRIOR// NONE WARRIORS: ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Username: FULLMOON
Name: Thunderbird
Gender: Female
Age: 26 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan of birth: StormClan
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Mother: Redwing(Deceased)
Father: Yellowstripe (Deceased)
Siblings: Whitefrost (NOT YET RPED)
History: Thunderbird had an uneventful life, living the normal warrior cat life with her brother, Whitefrost.
Fur: White, well-groomed, long.
Markings: Yellow lightening shaped blaze from her forehead down to her nose, hence the name 'Thunder'.
Eyes: Gold with black flecks and lined around pupil.
Build: large, spread out, muscular.
Abnormalities: Many cuts on both left, right, back and front pawpads.
Physical @ssets: Strong and fast. Excellent fighter, moderate hunter.
Physical disadvantages: Is a horrible swimmer.
Weight: 12 Ib
Domineering trait: Bravery.
Main virtue: Patience.
Main vice: Snappy
Personality deion: Thunderbird is friendly but can sometimes be a bit sharp with other cats. Because she is so large(She isn't fat, she's just a naturally big cat) she likes to sit on her brother, Whitefrost, when he's being annoying.
Thunderbird doesn't jump to conclusions. She always thinks about it, and never accuses a cat until she has proof.
Thunderbird takes everything in stride, and never falters. She likes to think of the earth as a 'giant spinning mudball' and is very optomistic about many things.
Likes: Having an apprentice to train, bothering her brother, sitting on her brother, ordering her brother around, doing fighting training,
Dislikes: Birds,climbing things, her brother calling her 'fuzzbutt', nosy cats.
Habits: Cleaning her paws after and before eating.
Fears/phobias: Climbing, being at a high height.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- USERNAME: STRAY Fallen. In my life I still have yet to know the meaning behind such a word; and why my mother used it on me when I had yet to see any beauty in the world. I'll never get to ask, though. Did she see me as a failure even as a helpless kit? Did she know that out of my three littermates only I would survive, the only one not to fall? Fallenkit, I was called. I proved her wrong, I hope, as I grew into a apprentice then a warrior. I did everything to the best of my abilities, never back talked by mentor, tried to be the best out of the apprentices. Yet even then some cat must still grudge me; looked at me as a scourge, a bane in life. Fallenbane, I was then named. I know I am not the model warrior, nor should I be. My quick temper gets the best of me often, and I lash out when I should not have. I have little patience, particularly with apprentices, which does not help by case. How I despise those little fur-balls running around my paws and messing up my hunts. I want to cuff their ears until they run back to the queens. Some of the warriors, though, are not much better I will admit. Cats probably question my loyalty to Stormclan, and I am right up there with them. I wonder, sometimes, why I put up with the constant patrols, and bickering. Then I really look at the others of my clan and know why. The friendships and love each has towards another makes the frustration worth it. Though I do not love another personally, nor do I want to in truth, the contentment I see in a toms eyes as he gazes at his mate or the tenderness in a queens caress of her kits makes me feel light-hearted in a way nothing else could. Most don't know, and I don't tell, is that sometimes I enjoy casual conversations with a fellow warrior from time to time; or gossip like an elder if a break permits. If I look at myself in a puddle of water I see a hard cat with a permanent scowl on his face. Dark amber eyes with a slight hint of gold stare back at me, occasionally blinking as if there was no care in the world. I am not built like a fighter, no broad shoulders or long claws here; no I am more lanky, with long legs and lithe shoulders made more for speed. My short, spiky pelt help with this, as does my long, thing tail. Probably a reason I prefer hunting to fighting. I have few scars, the most prominent one laying across my right cheek from, to my embarr***ment, a run in with a sharp branch as a kit. I am not a open cat about much unless I am in the mood to talk, and even then I will not give away much about myself. So approach me if you wish, but I might just bite your ear off for it. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- APPRENTICES: ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Username: FULLMOON
Name: Blackpaw.
Gender: Male.
Age: 13 moons (He's been held back for his 'attatude' ).
Rank: Apprentice.
Clan of birth: StormClan
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History: Blackpaw was born, became an apprentice, and that's really it.
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Fur: Black.
Markings: None.
Eyes: Rusty red.
Build: slim, slightly stocky. Abnormalities: None. Physical @ssets: Very fast, excellent hearing and sight. Physical disadvantages: Is not very large, small for his age. Weight: 8 lbs. ---- Domineering trait: Proudness. Main virtue(s): Main vice(s): Snappy, sharp-tongued. Personality deion: Blackpaw has major issues. He has a problem with she-cats, talks rudely to the deputy, and snaps at most cats. Because of this, he doesn't have many friends. Although Wingpaw(See bio above) tries to befriend him, he would never be 'friends' with a she-cat. In the results of his attitude, he's been held back, and because he hates being held back, or just not part of anything, he's gotten better, but still has his sharp tongue. The strange thing is, he loves visiting the queen and kit's den. If he's in a bad mood, he'll walk in there, sit down, and watch the kits play around. Occasionally, he'll actually play with them too, and he's ecceedingly gentle with them. He doesn't let the queen's see, though. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Basics: Name: Foxpaw [Foxstep]
Nickname(s):
Age: 13 moons
Position: Apprentice
Gender: She-cat
Birthplace: StormClan
Residence: StormClan The Apperance:
Eye Color: Dark gold
Coat Color: Dark ginger with black socks and a tail tip
Scars: A small pink one on the bridge of her nose
Distinguishing Features: Her very bushy tail and it's distinct black tail tip The Personality:
Loves: I love to hunt alone and playing with the kits
Likes: Spending my time alone
Dislikes: Cold winter nights
Secrets: None
Weaknesses: My distinct coat
Strengths: I am a quick and accurate fighter The Other:
Scent: Freshly crushed basil
Crush: No-cat
Mate: No-cat
Offspring: None
Family: Deceased
Additional Info.: ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO JOIN THIS ROLEPLAY, PLEASE RMAIL ME YOUR PROFILE. YOU MAY USE WHICHEVER FORMAT YOU ARE MOST COMFORTABLE WITH, BUT PLEASE DO TRY TO INCLUDE AS MUCH INFO AS POSSIBLE. Thanks.
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5:52pm Mar 9 2011 (last edited on 6:12pm Mar 9 2011)
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RULES. --> Fully literate is a must. You will be judged by your profile, so please try to show off your skills! --> No GM/PP --> You may not immediately apply for a ranking position in the clan. You must show loyalty to the roleplay in order to be chosen for it. --> Please choose appropriate names. I don't mind spiritual sounding names, but names such as "Galaxychocolatepaw" or Smoothiepaw" are not acceptable. --> Be respectful. --> Include the word bankipper at the top of your profile so I know you read these, thanks.
--> Do not harr*censored* if you are not accepted, you are simply not for this roleplay. --> Fizzeh and Detty are Leader and Deputy. --> All profiles come to me. --> DO not post until you have been accepted. --> HAVE FUN. <3
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5:52pm Mar 9 2011 (last edited on 6:17pm Mar 9 2011)
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Clan News Bulletin - The roleplay is open to profile applications! 09/03/11
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5:53pm Mar 9 2011
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(( Join as med cat apprentice, apprentice, deputy, and a warrior?))
http://cdn3.knowyourmeme.com/i/000/112/872/original/mlp%20guess.jpg?1302464203
OH MAH GIZZLE. ANGEL'S BACK.
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6:13pm Mar 9 2011 (last edited on 6:13pm Mar 9 2011)
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ooc//: No, sorry mercy. You have to be roleplaying for a while and you may only have 2 cats maximum to start with. Thankyou. Please send in a profile for inspection. <3 |
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6:18pm Mar 9 2011 (last edited on 6:41pm Mar 9 2011)
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((Join as an apprentice and a warrior? Will send in bios when accepted.And also, what's a bankipper?))
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6:21pm Mar 9 2011
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ooc//:
Sure full. :) Please wait until I've okayed your bios before posting. <3
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6:52pm Mar 9 2011
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ooc//: Setting the scene here guys with some extra info about territory. bic//:
The bitter wind picked up swiftly, battering at the exposed clans' pelts. A bulky, muscular black cat sat before them, hunched slightly against the biting elements. A singular flake of snow drifted to a halt on the tom's ear, causing him to flick it comically. This movement was not befitting to the situation before his sharp, piercing yellow eyes. "Let all cats come...to me." He yowled out, over the cacophony of the weather. They had been travelling for almost a day now, and had stopped only for a short while in order to take shelter in a clump of sparsely leaved trees. The catastrophe of the avalanche had ripped the heart of their camp asunder, forcing them out to find more territory. He looked around solemnly at their heavily depleted numbers as he waited for the cats to gather about his solid frame.
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6:55pm Mar 9 2011 (last edited on 7:02pm Mar 9 2011)
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((No! I just realized I spelled 'attitude' on Blackpaw's bio wrong! D:))
Thunderbird silently walked over to her black-as-night leader, bracing her body against any strong weather that might come their way. She looked at her leader with a face mixed with awe and disbelief.
Their camp had been destroyed. Many had died, and they now had very few members. Thunderbird was awed that they still had apprentices. She thought all of them should have have suffered by being crushed by the rocks, or drowned.
Spiritstar was very strong. He would lead them out of the heck-like place. StormClan will prevail. It must.
Blackpaw shuddered, his normally blank face face covered with a grimace of shock as he walked towards Spiritstar.
He stayed behind Thunderbird, hoping that he would be sheltered by the wind, but to no avail.
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6:56pm Mar 9 2011
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ooc//:
It's okay, I can edit.
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7:11pm Mar 9 2011
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Spiritstar's sharp eyes roved over the white landscape and came to rest on a white shape moving through the snow toward him. He tasted the air with a subtle movement of his jaws, and nodded a curt greeting to Thunderbird. "Greetings." He rasped, gaze flickering momentarily to the apprentice cowering from the winds behind the she-cat. "Strength, young Blackpaw." He returned his blank optics to looking ahead. "Sit close by. We cannot afford to lose any more cats." In the turmoil, the heavily scarred tomcat turned his head and his piercing eyes softened re*censored*uringly toward them for a moment, then quickly became stony again.
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7:19pm Mar 9 2011 (last edited on 7:19pm Mar 9 2011)
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ooc//:
When positions open for applications, I will announce it through the roleplay. (Spiritstar will mention it, I'll highlight it in red.) Going to bed now. <33 Feel free to continue posting and sending profiles, I'll get to them in a few hours!
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7:20pm Mar 9 2011
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Blackpaw felt strengthened by Spiritstar's words. He stood a little straighter, and didn't try to cower behind Thunderbird anymore.
Thunderbird nodded to Spiritestar respectively, and flicked her tail impatiently as she waited for the rest of the Clan. Or, what was left of it, anyway. She leaned closer to Spiritstar and Blackpaw, but instead of pulling away, Blackpaw did not move away, but shuffled closer.
Thunderbird looked around. A few dead bodies which had been found lay a few fox-lengths away from her. She spotted the silvery-blue pelt of her old friend, Rainwing, the former medicine cat.
Thunderbird's thoughts were all over the place.
When will we appoint a new medicine cat? She wondered silently. She hoped that Spiritstar knew how to fix this issue.
((... Kind of hard to roleplay a roleplay with only one person when it isn't a one-one. I hope more people come in soon.))
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8:30pm Mar 9 2011
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[I'm joining ASAP, I just had some things to do. Fizz-love, I'll send in my bios as soon as possible. Deputy and apprentice I suppose. ^^] |
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10:57pm Mar 9 2011
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[[Join as an apprentice and a warrior?]]
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7:56am Mar 10 2011
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[[Join as apprentice & warrior, Fizzehluff? <3]]
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5:28pm Mar 10 2011
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[Guys, just send in your bios to Fizz. <3] |
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6:16pm Mar 10 2011
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((Yesh, guys. XP Remember what Fizz said, 'Feel free to continue posting and keep sending profiles!'. ))
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6:20pm Mar 10 2011
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[I hate spamming up threads, but Full, we need you on the WC role-play of Stray. :x] |
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