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so i guess with the fact that i remade all my characters means that i have to.... find relations..... so..... yeah. check back often and all that, yadda yadda yadda. everything up here is necessary, you don't have to squint at a 'key' or any of that to apply. please @ me when you do, though- don't quote this whole post! that's long for man, to say the least. so yeah. i'll provide a rp sample at the bottom of this, jsyk what you're getting into, and please. notify me if you're going inactive.

loners/kittypets

icarus
romantic interest // siblings or relations (3-4) // friends (2) // acquaintances ( i n f i n i t y)

shadowclan

possumpaw
future romantic interest // siblings (2) // mentor (taken) // friends (2) // acquaintances ( probably like 4 maybe)

aaand the best part: the forms.

with character site

charrie page link;;
role wanted;;
activity level?;; (7.5 nd upwards is preferred)
questions?;;
plot ideas?;;
rp sample ((linked or otherwise));;

w/o character site
name;;
age;;
gender;;
(brief) personality;; (no tbrp's, thank you !)
role wanted;;
activity level?;;
questions?;;
plot ideas?;;
rp sample ((linked or otherwise));;

last but not least~~ my sample.
it's taken from page 98 of 'Shadowclan Territory', if i remember correctly.

 

The morning wasn't something Possumpaw enjoyed, was it?
To her memory, no, it certainly was not. The manner in which boisterous kits could be heard and light streaming in through the walls of the apprentices' den made sure she could not make up for hours missed of sleep, and besides- it was pointless trying to lie down with her eyes closed when she simply could not garner any desire to not see what bedlam was occurring suspiciously close to her nest.
So Possumpaw had to settle for second best. What of it? She was perfectly capable of fending for herself, whether or not her mother believed she was. Proving it, however, was another matter entirely. Was she still up for the challenge, though? "Of course," she half-growled to herself, slowly tensing up and bringing the downy fur of her underbelly closer to the ground. Having vowed to old Brindlepoppy that she'd bring the fattest, most ripe-for a picking piece of prey the molly'd ever seen, the little grey she-cat had left Shadowclan's camp in the desire to do exactly that.
This thrush was hers by right, and no cat was going to take it from her. With sinewy muscles held tight and prepared to strike, she began to stalk the small avian creature with the intent to kill. One step. Two steps. Three, and four- she was growing ever closer, the bird barely aware of her approach. Her breath hitched, her claws unsheathed- she pounced, letting out a hunter's cry and- it was gone.
Skittering to the ground, Possumpaw let out an annoyed huff, tail whisking side to side.

[Fel]

charrie page link;; beepaw
role wanted;; icarus' friend and/or acquaintance
activity level?;; uuuh i'd say a solid 9/10
questions?;; n/a
plot ideas?;; well, with her mother having been exiled, she needs somebody else to latch onto ;u;
rp sample ((linked or otherwise));; from rc clearing, page 86

It was somewhat a lovely day for Russetstar- he was having a great time. Padding out of his den with a loud yawn, his eyes glittered in the new sunlight as he grinned, standing proudly as he entered camp. However, his good mood didn't seem to last very long as he could hear a pained screech ring through the clearing, his ears sticking up in a panic. Scanning the camp for any sign of unrest, he let out a sigh of relief as he saw that nobody had been injured, though it was still unsettling as he saw that it was a close friend of his. Scrambling to his paws, Russetstar briskly approached Crowfoot with a look of worry- he'd heard that Birchstep had fallen sick a few days ago, but he sounded like something more... grave had happened.
"Crow- are you alright?" The tom murmured quietly as he approached his friend, pressing his tail against the warrior's flank comfortingly. Seeing the cat's expression up-close now, it was even more heartbreaking than he thought it was. ...Did something happen to the kits, too? It had been awhile until he'd had a mate himself, but he'd felt the same thing that Crowfoot felt when his ex-mate disappeared into the night- Shellfeather. "...Is Birchstep alright?" He could tell that something had happened to her- she'd been sick, and his friend's scream wasn't something he would screech out of the blue without any meaning.

[Nightpool]

name;; Martenclaw
age;; 25 moons
gender;; Male (Tom)
(brief) personality;; (no tbrp's, thank you !) He's an odd case. He likes everything to be normal, but somehow it isn't. He can come off as awkward at times, but his determination often shows through. He is a dependable friend, but is bewildered easily.
role wanted;; Possumpaw's mentor?
activity level?;; 8.5 outta 10.
questions?;; nah
plot ideas?;; choose, mah friendo
rp sample ((linked or otherwise));;

 

Nightpool sighed at Ibisprowl's apology. She shrunk down, her lips zippered. Eventually, she managed a few words out of her dry maw. "It's fine," she mumbled. She was certain that the tom didn't really mean it, but she didn't want to waste her time. After all, she only had a very precious powder of it left. Ibisprowl wasn't congenial, but he was timid. Someone tedious could exploit him at any moment. She felt her paws slip into the dirt. The only perks to the bob-tailed mouser was that he was rather enchanting with his... shyness.

The severity of her agitation was very little, and she soon only politely nodded. "Sorry," she said, unaware of his hatred of being talked to. His words were bleary. She isolated herself from the other tom, her tail wrapped around herself. She saw the sun through faint canopies.

Her flaming green eyes flared, and she tucked her paws beneath her chest. Her vision narrowed to look at everything. Cascades of light sliced the ground, and she shifted her paws towards them. Her movements were stiff, but her eyes held as much liveliness as a queen who had just birthed kits yesterday - joy. She didn't want Ibisgrowl to think she was a grimalkin, now, did she?

An old crone, that's what. She absolutely despised rude comments, after all. Ugh, this clan needs more regulation, doesn't it? Nightpool wondered, somewhat rhetorically. Her thoughts pursued her, and a hyperbole of words attacked her. Back in the days when she was young, there was no usurping at all. Now, it seemed that was all that tainted this year. She closed her eyes.

Her paws shuffled nervously, wondering if Ibisprowl would accept her apology. There was no use in being old, now, was there? (ShadowClan Clearing, Page 108)

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Originally Posted by Nightpool

name;; Martenclaw
age;; 25 moons
gender;; Male (Tom)
(brief) personality;; (no tbrp's, thank you !) He's an odd case. He likes everything to be normal, but somehow it isn't. He can come off as awkward at times, but his determination often shows through. He is a dependable friend, but is bewildered easily.
role wanted;; Possumpaw's mentor?
activity level?;; 8.5 outta 10.
questions?;; nah
plot ideas?;; choose, mah friendo
rp sample ((linked or otherwise));;

 

Nightpool sighed at Ibisprowl's apology. She shrunk down, her lips zippered. Eventually, she managed a few words out of her dry maw. "It's fine," she mumbled. She was certain that the tom didn't really mean it, but she didn't want to waste her time. After all, she only had a very precious powder of it left. Ibisprowl wasn't congenial, but he was timid. Someone tedious could exploit him at any moment. She felt her paws slip into the dirt. The only perks to the bob-tailed mouser was that he was rather enchanting with his... shyness.

The severity of her agitation was very little, and she soon only politely nodded. "Sorry," she said, unaware of his hatred of being talked to. His words were bleary. She isolated herself from the other tom, her tail wrapped around herself. She saw the sun through faint canopies.

Her flaming green eyes flared, and she tucked her paws beneath her chest. Her vision narrowed to look at everything. Cascades of light sliced the ground, and she shifted her paws towards them. Her movements were stiff, but her eyes held as much liveliness as a queen who had just birthed kits yesterday - joy. She didn't want Ibisgrowl to think she was a grimalkin, now, did she?

An old crone, that's what. She absolutely despised rude comments, after all. Ugh, this clan needs more regulation, doesn't it? Nightpool wondered, somewhat rhetorically. Her thoughts pursued her, and a hyperbole of words attacked her. Back in the days when she was young, there was no usurping at all. Now, it seemed that was all that tainted this year. She closed her eyes.

Her paws shuffled nervously, wondering if Ibisprowl would accept her apology. There was no use in being old, now, was there? (ShadowClan Clearing, Page 108)

Originally Posted by fenic!

charrie page link;; beepaw
role wanted;; icarus' friend and/or acquaintance
activity level?;; uuuh i'd say a solid 9/10
questions?;; n/a
plot ideas?;; well, with her mother having been exiled, she needs somebody else to latch onto ;u;
rp sample ((linked or otherwise));; from rc clearing, page 86

It was somewhat a lovely day for Russetstar- he was having a great time. Padding out of his den with a loud yawn, his eyes glittered in the new sunlight as he grinned, standing proudly as he entered camp. However, his good mood didn't seem to last very long as he could hear a pained screech ring through the clearing, his ears sticking up in a panic. Scanning the camp for any sign of unrest, he let out a sigh of relief as he saw that nobody had been injured, though it was still unsettling as he saw that it was a close friend of his. Scrambling to his paws, Russetstar briskly approached Crowfoot with a look of worry- he'd heard that Birchstep had fallen sick a few days ago, but he sounded like something more... grave had happened.
"Crow- are you alright?" The tom murmured quietly as he approached his friend, pressing his tail against the warrior's flank comfortingly. Seeing the cat's expression up-close now, it was even more heartbreaking than he thought it was. ...Did something happen to the kits, too? It had been awhile until he'd had a mate himself, but he'd felt the same thing that Crowfoot felt when his ex-mate disappeared into the night- Shellfeather. "...Is Birchstep alright?" He could tell that something had happened to her- she'd been sick, and his friend's scream wasn't something he would screech out of the blue without any meaning.

both are accepted ! <3

[Hexict]

charrie page link- Frozenpaw
role wanted- Friend of Possumpaw?
activity level?- 8/10
questions?- Nope
plot ideas?- Noop
rp sample- [found here]

A silver and grey molly padded lightly through the territory. She closed her eyes and breathed in the crisp leaf-bare air, enjoying how peaceful everything seemed. She let her memory of the territory guild her paws as the two cats approached the river. Mistfall opened her pale blue orbs as they reach their destination, and she glanced around the area for a moment, trying to see if anything had been disturbed. She was worried about her clan and their state.

It was leaf-bare and she worried they could possibly be too weak to make it until new-leaf. The prey was low and fresh-kill even lower, the clan was getting hungry and the cold wasn't helping. She wasn't a medicine cat - nor ever dreamed of walking that path - but even she knew that there were little herbs that grew this time of the year. Besides, the Liberation Battle against Bucknight and all his supporters must have taken it's toll on her clan-mates.

She feared the clan would be weak. But she had faith in her close friend to lead the clan.

Of course, the young molly was jealous of Russetstar and Blackgaze, but tried not to show it. She had trained all her life to become a cat that could lead Riverclan, yet her friends had been given such roles instead. But she had to admit that they would do a better job than she could. Mistfall was young, and most of her leadership training had been done in the Dark Forest, a fact she was not proud of. Plus, she was too young and never even had an apprentice. But she wouldn't let any of these facts discourage her from continuing to try and become the leader someday... though that would also mean something would have to happen to Russetstar and Blackgaze, which wasn't what she wanted.

"How is Arcticpaw?" Mistfall suddenly mewed politely. She had decided to accompany Geckoleaf as she gathered herbs by the river. The young warrior loved the river, and liked to have an excuse to go and visit it. "I want an apprentice someday.I know you received him recently, but do you have any tips?" She flattened her ears in embarrassment. "I know I don't have an apprentice yet, but I just fear somehow messing up when I get my first apprentice, you know?" She turned back to look at the medicine cat, wondering if she was unnerved by getting an apprentice.

[Ludicrous Lunacy]

Can apply for Possum's love interest tomorrow/later today. Do they prefer a certain gender?

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Originally Posted by Hexict

charrie page link- Frozenpaw
role wanted- Friend of Possumpaw?
activity level?- 8/10
questions?- Nope
plot ideas?- Noop
rp sample- [found here]

A silver and grey molly padded lightly through the territory. She closed her eyes and breathed in the crisp leaf-bare air, enjoying how peaceful everything seemed. She let her memory of the territory guild her paws as the two cats approached the river. Mistfall opened her pale blue orbs as they reach their destination, and she glanced around the area for a moment, trying to see if anything had been disturbed. She was worried about her clan and their state.

It was leaf-bare and she worried they could possibly be too weak to make it until new-leaf. The prey was low and fresh-kill even lower, the clan was getting hungry and the cold wasn't helping. She wasn't a medicine cat - nor ever dreamed of walking that path - but even she knew that there were little herbs that grew this time of the year. Besides, the Liberation Battle against Bucknight and all his supporters must have taken it's toll on her clan-mates.

She feared the clan would be weak. But she had faith in her close friend to lead the clan.

Of course, the young molly was jealous of Russetstar and Blackgaze, but tried not to show it. She had trained all her life to become a cat that could lead Riverclan, yet her friends had been given such roles instead. But she had to admit that they would do a better job than she could. Mistfall was young, and most of her leadership training had been done in the Dark Forest, a fact she was not proud of. Plus, she was too young and never even had an apprentice. But she wouldn't let any of these facts discourage her from continuing to try and become the leader someday... though that would also mean something would have to happen to Russetstar and Blackgaze, which wasn't what she wanted.

"How is Arcticpaw?" Mistfall suddenly mewed politely. She had decided to accompany Geckoleaf as she gathered herbs by the river. The young warrior loved the river, and liked to have an excuse to go and visit it. "I want an apprentice someday.I know you received him recently, but do you have any tips?" She flattened her ears in embarrassment. "I know I don't have an apprentice yet, but I just fear somehow messing up when I get my first apprentice, you know?" She turned back to look at the medicine cat, wondering if she was unnerved by getting an apprentice.

aight, accepted <3
and ludi, they're sapphic sp they prefer she-cats~

[Nightpool]

Originally Posted by milo

both are accepted ! <3

ty~!

[Reverie]

name;; Linked
age;; 18 moons
gender;; Female
(brief) personality;; (no tbrp's, thank you !) Witty; Outgoing; Sarcastic
role wanted;; Romantic Interest for Icarus?
activity level?;; 10 outta 10
questions?;; oysters
plot ideas?;;
rp sample ((linked or otherwise));; (This was short haha)

Mercyleap was at her nest, when she heard something.
Not just something.. It sounded.. Peculiar. No, it was nothing.. Just a memory..
Mercykit was squealing, wanting attention, when her mother picked her up and threw her out of the den, she had hit her muzzle; hard. thus the crooked look she has on it. She screeched and ran back in, but her mother; Dappledbreeze; Threw her out again.
This time she's had enough, she's going to get her revenge, on her mom or on someone else.

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Icarus is gay.....