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Post by Nighthunter on Jun 17, 2013 11:52:32 GMT -5
accepted
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Post by Nighthunter on Jun 15, 2013 17:56:26 GMT -5
Accepted, thank you for fixing that. Please post in the clan logs found in the codex board. You may now rp.
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Post by Nighthunter on Jun 14, 2013 20:54:42 GMT -5
Hello Star, nice to meet you and welcome to the site.
Its nice to see your making a character already and its a meddie too ^_^
While your bio is good in most areas, I would please ask you to add sentences and paragraphs to your personality on Halfpaw. Its a 2 paragraph minimum, and all bios must comply with it. Thank you, and I look forward to rping with you.
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Post by Nighthunter on Jun 13, 2013 16:24:50 GMT -5
Raggedtooth Looking at the world's reflection, until it changes...
Dark green eyes that bore the concentration of a very focused and moody tom cat took in the morning light, but didn't heed it as being much different then any other morning. Now matter how much the light intensified or darkened usually its schedule remained the same. This was untrue of his surroundings, which were hard to navigate and murky. There part of the forest was heavily feeling the effects of the flood. It was still too early in the season to expect the faint rays of light to help dry it all up. Add to that the rains that came more during this time of the year, something that was only adding to there problems. All of this it seemed he was powerless to change, there leader was also unable to do much it seemed. She was trying to rally them now, that much he was certain of. The remains of Shadowclan were divided into different duties everyday, and today he had been told to meet the leader with a substantial group of cats to train.
This was something that felt natural to him at least, and it gave him an inner solace to know that it was still possible to continue feeling normal after all that had happened to them. His father, an elder, had been drowned by the murky waters, and had been found by him once it cleared in the den where his nest would have been. It hardened his resolve not to break down over these events, though just barely. His apprentice had survived at least, and that he was glad for, even if he didn't openly show it as much. Ratpaw was his responsibility after all, and he couldn't live with losing anyone else close to him.
Avoiding the larger pools of water, for calling them anything smaller would greatly diminish there actual size, he made his way to the dead tree clearing. Aside from having been seriously water logged in the flood, Raggedtooth had escaped injury. He wasn't getting the sleep he usually got, but that was to be expected, clean bedding was hard to find, let alone a dry place to sleep. Some had taken to sleeping in lower pines, he so far had not, but was seriously considering it. Stepping towards the tree he nodded to his leader, and awaited her words. So far he was the first to get there, but he knew others would arrive, who he was not certain, because Furystar had asked them specifically. His apprentice could even surprise him and show without him being aware of it.
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Post by Nighthunter on Jun 10, 2013 14:15:32 GMT -5
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Post by Nighthunter on Jun 8, 2013 17:42:36 GMT -5
_____________________ The sun shone beautifully today, and she was surprised at how much nicer and warmer it was compared to her hunt earlier in the morning. It made her realize just how long she had passed out for. It bothered her that she had slept for so long, since it wasn't like her at all. Maybe she had been running around more frantically then usual, then again the clan did need all the able bodied help it could get. Though it was possible she was taking it too far. Feralclaw was an unexpected occurance to say the least, though she was having trouble finding anything wrong with that. In fact she was glad for the company, it was proving to be very refreshing to her often self imposed solitude. Shimmerstrike was worried that the hunt wouldn't go as planned, and to some extent she was right as Feralclaw took all conventionality out of it when he charged up to her and smiled before challenging her to a race and dashing out of the camp.
Now if she had looked anymore confused by his actions she would be surprised. It had been quite some time since she had purposefully ran for fun. In fact most of the time it was just after prey. Oddly she started to smile, an expression that she used more in his presence today then in her whole life it seemed. Perking up, she did dash after him, and he had a good start on her even if she was faster. Shimmerstrike hadn't missed his compliment on her speed, and had blushed from it, though she hoped he hadn't noticed. She was unsure of whether she should best him or not though. In truth she had never played in this way before, her mentors had kept her too busy for that much free time to effect her habits. Maybe she was missing out, since Feralclaw was an exceptional warrior, and he was still doing these things.
Considering she knew where they were going, she guessed that she was supposed to try and beat him there. At least she hoped that it was what he had in mind. Little time was left to ponder that though since she had run quick enough to be behind him a few paces and was still gaining. The though of meeting his eyes again gave her visions of how her feet would catch and she would trip from there holding power over her. A trick she was sure he had mastered purposefully. Instead she looked straight ahead and didn't turn to indulge in glancing at him. Most would have snickered or good heartedly grinned at in such cases, she instead pushed her paws more firmly into the ground and went ahead of him to avoid his eyes. She liked his company, she had decided, but she was not sure about how unnerved she could get around him. She reached an outcrop not far from where they would hunt and thought it best to stop there instead of charging straight to where they were to hunt. It was never a good thing to run in blindly after all. She wondered if he would be hurt at the end of his game, since he was the one who started it. Would he be mad he hadn't arrived first? This was sort of new to her after all.
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Post by Nighthunter on Jun 7, 2013 23:02:34 GMT -5
NAME! Yorick AGE! 42 moons. RANK! loner GENDER! male CLAN! none SHORT DESC.! write here. FULL DESCRIPTION!
Yorick has very short and smooth fur. Its Coloring is a light sand with darker flecks of brown. His stripes are black, but differ from normal tabby stripes as they fade into his pelt and he also is dotted here and there with spots, most of which show up better then the stripes. Particularly on his legs the spots show in small dots, yet big numbers. From the front of his neck all down his belly, he has distinctly orange looking fur, here stripes and spots show except for his underbelly which is plain orange with no markings. The fur on his head is a darker brown, and so is the fur down the center of his back. Near his mouth its mostly white and light tan, and it fades out into his brown fur. His eyes are a light yet passive looking yellow green in color.
PERSONALITY!
Yorick is very skeptical of those that try and get to know him. As a precaution in general he is careful about the company he keeps. Loner is the perfect word to describe what he is, however he does long for company. Having avoided his family for so long, he wouldn't mind having someone to talk to. One of his weaknesses is his low tolerance for those that take life to lightly, he does have a laid back attitude, but is annoyed by those that blatantly fool around.
He is a lady's man, though not in the typical sense that comes to mind. He finds its easier to get alone with females rather then males, and it has always been that way for him. He and his brother never got alone, however his mother and sister were very relaxed and easy to be with. Yorick does want a mate eventually, but he is more content with simply having a friend, and doesn't want the responsibility of having a mate or a family. If he ever did, he would stick by them, but he isn't sure of whether he really wants that in life.
HISTORY! Mother - Tuli Father - Dodger Brother - Camus Sister - Veitini
Yorick was born in a surprisingly mellow part of the city. His mother was a stray as was his father. He was the youngest kit, having been the only one of his litter and having two older siblings. His mother had purposely chosen a safe haven for them to kit him, wanted to get away from all the dangers of the city if only for a while. She was mostly peaceful and not an aggressive cat at all. Dodger his father on the other hand was very power hungry and determined to leave his mark on the world. He was ruthless to his enemies, and he protected the family, he would not tolerate anything negative from his kits. He had personally taught his first two kits about the city and its dangers, and was teaching Yorick the same, or trying to anyway. Yorick was always more of a planner then an all out go getter. He was also different from the others, his build being sleek and lanky like his mother, while the rest were tough and muscular. He grew cunning quickly to avoid being picked on, or thought of as easy prey for others. Yorick did not agree with his father's methods, and left the three soon after his mother passed away.
He has been nearly on his own ever since, using his skill to stay alive, and his ability to analyze and plan for his motives. This is mainly what keeps him alive, since in the city there are safety in numbers. For now he lives a day to day life of near tranquility in his stretch of town, he wouldn't mind a little something to shake things up, and will often venture out to see if he can find something worth occupying his considerable skill and time.
RP EXAMPLE! Sample post here. Did you purchase a trait for this character from the site store? Yes or no?: Response here.
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Post by Nighthunter on Jun 7, 2013 22:47:38 GMT -5
:)No worries, I figured it was something like that based on your other post. Glad your back, I hope your okay, and that everything is going well.
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Post by Nighthunter on Jun 7, 2013 22:46:24 GMT -5
Your characters will be put up for adoption, sorry you had to leave, you were an asset to the site and will be missed. I hope everything works out ok with you and your parents.
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Post by Nighthunter on Jun 2, 2013 23:04:33 GMT -5
A consistent fuzzy atmospheric film threatening to over take his eye sight and his consciousness completely made him feel like he was spinning end over end. This couldn't have been further from the truth as he was practically limp against the ground. At first Hailstar had thought himself alone, and didn't smell or notice Willowshade approach him. His own stubborn streak had him digging and trying to pull himself away from the scene of the attack. It was never smart to linger in a battle zone after the confrontation without backup. Lots of things were knew to him at the moment, and he was grasping several realities all at once. The level of his recent stupidity for one thing, registered loud and clear amongst his now pulsing skull. The throbbing of his shoulder blade a nice reminder of just how hard an opponent could knock sense into you, which he now knew for certain that twolegs hit much harder then cats.
His vision was starting to settle out, and thankfully it was leaning towards not passing out. He could barely make out patches of shadows, as his focus was drastically off at the moment. Still keeping in mind he needed to move, and not realizing that Willowshade was in front of him now, he reached his paw out again to quickly withdraw it from the air as a shape loomed closer. Finally he knew who she was, as she nuzzled his cheek in concern, and her scent filled his nose. He breathed in her warmth glad to feel the soothing scent of another, espeacialy her, Willowshade his deputy and friend. She and him had an odd sort of relationship to one another, and he knew that he could always count on her.
It angered him that he had driven his deputy to have to leave the others just to search for him. He was also well determined to over work himself to make up for all this trouble once he returned to the camp. It wasn't fair that he had to rely on her so much now. He nodded to her about moving, he agreed of course as he had in fact been trying to move anyway moments ago. It would not do well for the twoleg to come back for them. He would not let any harm come to Willowshade though, and would die protecting her if he had to. She was much more practical then he had been as of late and would be the best choice as his successor should anything happen.
Her words sunk in slowly as to answer her, his vision returning, he was looking into her eyes. He though he saw fear there, but if so for whom, he certainly hadn't deserved it. Grimacing at himself once more, he clenched his jaw and made to stand. Hailstar was a strong tom, and just as proud as most. He would not let her take the brunt of his weight if he could help it, though he would need help. Most of his limbs were fine, shaken up but fine. His right shoulder hung a tad limp compared to his left one, and he realized that it might be out of place. His paw and leg was also not working the right way, and he knew then that he had probably dislocated his shoulder at the least. He had bent his head in concentration to rise, but now he looked forward keeping his neck stretched low at shoulder height. Looking at her, he tried to look like he wasn't in as much pain as he was really in. A façade he was sure she would see through, but like most males felt he would give a go anyway. Instead of answering her question about pain and there in reminding himself of exactly where he was hurting, he asked her an off topic question. " Willowshade? What are you doing out here?" Thinking she might get mad at the question he let it hang there before adding more." Not that I don't love seeing you right now, but who is guarding the camp?" There he stood in all his beaten glory prodding her with questions and trying to ignore his pain, looking like an oaf in the process.
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