Quote:
Originally Posted by Derp Katz
My apprentices, Otterpaw, Lionpaw, and Nightpaw all need mentors. Anyone willing to be their mentors can apply to be one. Here's the form;
(With charrie site link)
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Personality:
RP Sample:
(Without charrie site link)
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Personality:
Skills:
RP Sample: |
Name: Tigerpelt
Age: 18 moons
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Personality: Loyal to her Clan and the Warrior Code, but can be short tempered, snarky, and sarcastic until a cat gets to know her. Once they have, they find she is much more kind and gentle, and utilizes her harsher personality to protect her soft side. She is fiercely protective of ThunderClan's territory, at times to the point of recklessness, but nocat can doubt her commitment to her Clan and defending the borders, as well as her determination to protect the Clan and see to it that its cats are well fed, even if she stays out hunting until her paws are ready to drop off.
Skills: Tigerpelt is an excellent hunter and a bold fighter, and though her defensive skills could occasionally use some work, her offense always keeps her enemies on their toes, uncertain of what she will come up with next to turn the tide of battle in her Clan's favor.
RP Sample:
Tigerpelt padded on silent paws through the forest, her mouth slightly open and her ears perked as she searched for prey. Her own belly rumbled with hunger at the first taste of mouse on the air, but she did her best to ignore the pang. This was leaf bare; though new leaf wasn't terribly far off, the times of being full-fed seemed almost a distant memory to her, and she knew the elders, kits and nursing queens needed the fresh-kill more than she. There would be time to swallow a morsel once she had hunted for the Clan.
Swiveling her ears, she listened intently as she halted her steps, searching out the faint sounds of scrabbling that would give away the mouse's location, satisfaction prickling her pelt as she located the tiny creature, shifting her weight so her paws moved quietly over the snow-covered ground and resisting the urge to flick the moisture of melt off of them. Carefully, she inched closer, her belly fur not even a mouse tail from the ground, knowing that the brushing could give her away in the silence of the forest. She halted when the mouse froze, one paw still in the air as she waited for it to resume its foraging, and once it had, she carefully placed it down, folding her ears back as her rump wiggled just slightly before she pounced, sinking her claws into the mouse, letting out a quiet hiss of frustration as it squealed before she bit its neck. She lifted her head, holding the mouse in her jaws, and set off back toward the camp to deposit it on the pile - there would be no prey out in this section of the forest for a while, thanks to the mouse's treacherous squealing, but once she had dropped off her prey, she would venture further out into the Clan's territory to hopefully make up for lost time.
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If Lionpaw or Otterpaw still need a mentor
