(Hope it's okay that I sign up for multiple!~)
|Name|
Lilyrain || Fawnsplash
|Link|
Lilyrain~ ||
Fawnsplash~
|Desired role|
A friend for Powdernose || A friend for Rabbitfoot that tries her best to help her ||
|Why?|
Lilyrain is a fairly new character of mine, so I'd like her to develop some friendships with other Thunderclan cats! Not to mention, I really like Powdernose's character and would like to see their dynamic play out~ || Fawnsplash is a really caring she-cat, but she's not blessed with the gift of advice giving. So she'd try her best, and I think it would be interesting to explore how Rabbitfoot would take to her terrible attempts at advice~ ||
|Roleplay sample|
[This is one of my better roleplay posts, but I write at least a sizeable paragraph or more if it means matching another person's post~]
Owlflame listened with smug interest to Dawnfrost's teasing, an amiable purr resonating quietly from her throat; so softly, it was humorous to think it was coming from such a large individual. Her marigold gaze drifted as she pondered, genuine thoughtfulness flashing across her pale features as she considered their options when it came to hunting. "My favourite, now that's a tough question," She purred, mock-seriousness lacing her voice as she tilted her head to the side. "I've always had a soft spot for the taste of squirrel, not to mention they're quite enjoyable to hunt," She justified, glancing at Dawnfrost, but this time without the same smug flirtatiousness - it was still there, just less outspokenly this time. Her brawny form ambled alongside Dawnfrost, still taking every chance she could to examine the umber bengal's stunning features. She could easily lose herself in those aquamarine orbs, focused solely on memorising each and every one of their unique shades. It was odd, seeing so much more to this she-cat despite having only just met her, but it was like even the smallest details of her character caught Owlflame's attention. She had been absorbed by her grace and elegance, tantalised by her smug yet eloquent manner of speaking. Dawnfrost was so new, so intriguing, that Owlflame couldn't imagine allowing their conversation to end. But the silvery feline quickly pushed these feelings to the side, returning the smug and flirtatiously playful look to her face; she couldn't allow Dawnfrost to know how gripped Owlflame was with her. She had to remain the confident and outspoken one, as her ego kept telling her.
"But if a squirrel isn't your preference, gorgeous, I'd be happy to hunt something else," She began, flashing a playful smile before continuing, "I trust the technique of Skyclan's best hunter, after all," She teased, winking at Dawnfrost as the two continued walking. Soon enough, more prey scents filled the air and tickled the she-cat's nose. Most belonged to common birds, likely hidden amongst the safety of the trees as they sung their wonderful symphonies. Owlflame would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy the wonderful melodies birds filled the forest's with, it gave Skyclan it's own unique soundtrack if anything - a relaxing one, too. She had no real preference to what they hunt, whether it be a large vole or the smallest of finches; she didn't care. The large she-cat simply wanted to carry on their interaction, delay the inevitable moment they would have to bid each other farewell until the next time. They were both in the same clan, after all, so it wasn't as if they wouldn't see each other again. "How is it, that in all my years of being in Skyclan, I have never had the pleasure of coming across such a gorgeous she-cat like yourself? When we've been living alongside one another all this time?" She had assumed Dawnfrost had been in Skyclan a long time, given she had a warrior name rather than the apprentice one given to loners and kittypets joining Skyclan, but if anything it only added to the mystery of their paths never having crossed. How had this been the case? Owlflame deeply regretted not having the chance to flirt with the chestnut she-cat sooner. She flicked her tail, as her gaze remained fixated on Dawnfrost - an inquisitive undertone to those flirtatious daffodil orbs.