Name w/ Link: Canarypaw Role Wanted: Brother or Best Friend (Couldn't decide which to apply for) Roleplay Sample: Meh...
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From the Skyclan Clearing, Page 93
Gingerblossom nodded. "Yeah, I'm pretty connected with most cats in the clan. And if there is someone I don't know, of course I get to know them! I would hate it if there were certain cats who I just left out because I never reached out to them!" Gingerblossom made it her goal to talk to every cat in her clan as much as possible, even if they acted like they did not want to talk to her. The poor calico had no idea when some other cat was trying to hint to her they wanted to be alone, she just can't understand why anyone would want to be alone, at any time. Gingerblossom very much disliked being alone, the only exception is when she goes to use the dirtplace. She likes to be with cats when she sleeps, when she eats, and even when she hunts. She has very little want for any alone time.
Gingerblossom glanced up at the sky, realizing how dark it was getting. "Oh wow, I've been talking to you since sunhigh! That's a long time!" Or course, Ginger was not surprised one bit by this, it was totally normal for a cat like her to just ramble on and on and on.
But now, one of the feline's favorite times of day was coming. She loved the night, and the sky, how beautiful it was, sparkling with stars. She had always wondered if other cats appreciated the night sky. She smiled at Blazingcomet, then flicked her tail slightly, inviting him, but not forcing him, to follow her. Then the pale-furred calico ran over to a tree at the edge of the clearing, and started to climb it.
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Ferretpaw padded cautiously after Blazingstar and into the moor. This was her first time being here, and she was very curious and excited to see how it looked, however, she was as always cautious about if any of her bullies were currently in the moor as well. She'd felt more secure after becoming an apprentice, that much were true, but she had a feeling that was only because of the rank of her mentor. Luckily, the small apprentice saw none of her abusers nearby, and opened up a little more.
She wasn't fully aware of how things were currently with the different clans, as she'd been busy with other things in her life. She had recently figured out who her actual family was, and had been seeing her littermates for the past few days. She'd kept it a secret for Blazingstar though, believing it was not a good idea to tell him that a family of rogues, or loners, she was unsure of what to call them, were living on their territory currently.
The worry showing a little bit in the apprentice's face, she tried to shake it off by running around a bit and sniffling to see what this new area was all about. After having done so for a few seconds, she once again got the serious, happy and determined to learn, face.
Turning to face her mentor, she gave a striking smile and nodded to what he told her. "Also so I can defend myself against my bullies better? Will it work for that too?" She said excitedly, as if it was pure normality to have bullies after you.
Name w/ Link: Cricketpaw Role Wanted:
Friend or Best Friend c: Roleplay Sample:
A weird feeling swept through Cricketpaw's body as she remained still, her nosed pressed against the Moonstone. In her head, she saw flashes of light, and could hear cries echoing across the land. Whispers entangled themselves with the breeze, and multiple bodies hurried around her in a hushed silence. Underneath her closed eyelids, her blue orbs moved fast, trying to track each motion that passed her. Every sense was on high alert, and when everything in her mind went black again and her eyes flung open, something felt as though it had shifted within the young cat. Had that been StarClan she had just seen? The expanse of land that she had visualized so clearly in her head seemed to hold practically all the secrets of the Clans, and many figures were hidden by shadows, their gazes turning upon Cricketpaw with a nod before moving on. A shiver rushed down her spine as she pulled her nose away, blinking her eyes a few times to readjust to the light.
Slowly, the Bengal she-cat turned to look at her mentor, and a soft smile graced her features. She felt excited to get to know the medicine cat on a deeper level. From the way she had described her relationship with Marshsnow, Cricketpaw didn't realize just how desperately she wanted the medicine cat in her life. Now that she was back in RiverClan after escaping from her mother, the newly made medicine cat apprentice had no other family besides Russetstar and her siblings. Snakevoice, her uncle, had died, and Thornfrost was exiled from the Clan. The molly knew that she couldn't confide in her father whenever she wished, because he had a whole Clan to run now. As she gazed upon Geckoleaf, while thinking this, a small flicker of hope filled her chest as it grew; maybe she'll become just as close as family.
"I hope I can make you proud," she murmured softly, blinking once as she kept her gaze rested on her new mentor. From the images she had received in her head from touching the Moonstone's glowing surface, she knew how sacred and mystical this journey was that she was about to embark on. Growing up, she never pictured herself as the medicine cat. She always imagined herself as a warrior, hunting and fighting for her Clan. But nothing felt more right than being right here with Geckoleaf, accepting the responsibility and duty that came along with this sometimes rugged path. Most of the more consequential stuff hadn't fully sunk in yet, but from the happiness that stemmed from her heart and flowered within her soul, Cricketpaw couldn't ever imagine her life having a different outcome.
Name: Wildpaw - Wildblossom/Flower
Role Wanted: Friend
Gender: Female
Appearance: Here
Personality:
Wildpaw used to be the sweetest, nicest, most caring cat you have ever met. Until on day, her life was ruined by a tree. Wildpaw broke her lower spine, leading to her life in the medicine Cat's den. Wildpaw is always in pain now, making large and small movements to her spine cat hurt her enough she gives up and sleeps. Now she is still kind, but not as calm or honest as before. She always finds ways to help, just to keep her mind of her spine. She lost all hope in 'starclan', having nightmares when ever she sleeps. Wildpaw tries to learn how to use her front paws more, hoping she can be more helpfull later in her life.
I do have 1 thing I would like to do with Daypaw and Wildpaw:
Since Wildpaw has trouble sleeping, and pain she will need some herbs every now and again. Wildpaw liked Kestrelberry, and trusted him. I rather roleplay them out slowly so Wildpaw and Daypaw can form a love hate sorta thing. Once they trust each other they can be friends and fight over tiny lil things and complain how starclan isn't real and stuff (;
Roleplay Sample:
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The she cat filled her mouth with herbs. Shadow walkec along, poking her head in to give her friend herbs. "Aria, I think we need to start-" Her ears flicked up in alarm. She ran over, looking at Aria. Her kits were comming
Crap
Shadow looked around, grabbing a large stick. "Here, um... Bite this." Shadow mewed. She pressed her paws to her side. "I um..." The healer had never helped with kits before, she was slightly shocked by her low supply. "Drink this," She mewed. Shadow had brought some soaked moss for Aria for when she ate the herbs.
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Name: Spiderpaw (Spiderkit, Spiderspot) Role Wanted: Friend Gender: Male (He/Him) Appearance: Spiderpaw is a wiry black and white tom, with yellow eyes. His coat is short, and thin, leaving him heavily chilled in Leaf-Bare. White fur bands around his neck like a bandana and runs down in a stripe down his back, and the top half of his tail. He has a svelte build, with long legs, and a bony body. Rather than having muscles that rippled beneath his pelt, his spine, ribs, and hip bones are visible even in the most lush moons of the year. Despite his spindly appearance, he is considered handsome.
Personality: Suave
Spiderpaw is a naturally smooth talking, confident cat. He knows just what to say to people in any situation, whether it be a cat in deep grief, lovesickness, or jealousy. He knows when to stoke the fire or douse it, per say, depending on what would suit his needs best.
Icy
He is incredibly calm, no matter the situation. His body language and facial expression are always unreadable unless he wants them to be. To close "friends" he is cold-hearted and remorseless, while to strangers he is sweet.
Adaptable
Spiderpaw will purposefully change his persona to whatever the cat he is with needs him to be, for his own gain of course. He will change himself in any way possible-- from calm, to bubbly in a matter of heartbeats if necessary. He is fake in every aspect of his sociable personality.
Temperamental
While this trait isn't present outwardly, he has quite the fiery temper. He gets very angry quickly, but it goes away with a snap, and he gains his creepily calm demeanor back. His petty anger is what drives him to manipulate for the most part, as he knows what he wants, and if it isn't handed over to him, he will find a way.
Roleplay Sample: (I'm pretty sure you know how I roleplay, but I'll find one anyway.)
Currently, the white persian was perched on top of one of the tallest rock on his little island, it was sheer and unsteady, but it gave him a nice overlook of the area around the pond. The pink collar he wore seemed choking, as it was getting small for him. He had left his twolegs only a few moons beforehand, but he had gotten his collar as a kit. He was only thirteen moons old, a little over a year, but he was in no way experienced when it came to surviving properly in the wild.
He shifted his paws against the stone, a few bits crumbling away into the water making a small splashing sound. The water rippled across the otherwise glassy surface. He twitched his whiskers; This could scare his only easily accessed prey away from his home. He hated swimming, but he had chosen this place for it's safety. He could be paranoid of wild cats, even if he was slowly learning to be one. It was his hope to one day join a group of some kind, but he had not yet reached his own standards. He greatly feared becoming a burden.
The wind began to pick up, making the leaves shuffle on the trees around his pond, and waves formed in the murky water around him. Rain began to fall lightly, clinging to the long-furred cat. He shifted his fluffy paws in discomfort as he jumped down onto a smooth plate of slate. He trotted to the side and slipped underneath it, as it was propped up on a jagged stone. This was his den, a small dip in the ground under a rock. It was cramped, but it kept the rain out.
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