High position tryouts!

[deertrot]

Tryouts for all open HP's are available!
Fill out a form and I'll pick them!
Just post here!

[b]Username[/b]:
[b]Character's name[/b]:
[b]Felidae or Fenrir[/b]:
[b]Desired rank[/b]:

[b]Appearance[/b]:
[b]Personality[/b]:

[b]Roleplay Sample[/b]:

[b]Activity level[/b]:

[parry]

Username: parry
Character's name:
Darcy
Felidae or Fenrir:
Fenrir
Desired rank:
Deputy (?)

Appearance:
Sebastian is a large Australian Shepherd, and like most of these dogs, has extremely light blue eyes. He has a very muscular build, and a quick step, seeming almost invincible. His weak spots are very well protected, which is one flaw about him, so it makes them noticeable. His base fur is white, and there are splotches of gray and black everywhere.
Personality:

Roleplay Sample:

A castle. Like the ones in fairytales! Oh what a wonderful sight! But there were strange scents filling the air as the few trees whipped through his fur. His golden-white fur, long haired as he stared up in wonder with his beautiful multi-colored eyes. It was... amazing.

The dog was left breathless, gaping at the large place. But it stank of... cats. Ever since the Golden Retriever Husky mix was little, he was taught to chase cats, scare them away. Of course it was not a vicious action, but for fun. However, that had been his litter-mates who played that game. Eli always thought of it as rude and cruel. Thinking of his litter-mates made his tail droop and his eyes go to his large paws. Litter-mates and family, whom he could not find. The young male gave a wistful sigh before looking up.

It must have been quite the scare for some. A large puppy-faced male dog standing only paces from their castle. His legs were long and steady, looking like he could outrun anybody with ease. His shaggy fur, which was shorter now then it would be when he grew up to be a large golden husky. Or at least that's what the twolegs had called him. Anyways, getting back to what they must have seen. Eli's build was well, looking strong and attentive, ready for anything. Although, his paws looked a little too big for his own body. But it'd take time to grow into those. The amazing thing about Eli was his eyes. The left one was a dark hazel brown, where the right one was a light husky blue. He was different from the others in his family.

Right now the tall dog was debating whether to just walk in or call for somebody. Although, he really didn't know who he was calling to. Soon enough Eli would learn the ways of the clans. Some cruel like Bloodclan, some strong like Thunderclan, some loyal like Darkclan, and some dramatic like Sunclan. However, right now he had to focus on the one clan he'd come across. And that was Scarclan.

Deciding to try and speak the little cat he'd learned from the chattering kitties at home, the young boy spoke softly. "Hello?" -- eli in scarclan on wcrpg

Activity level:
9/10

[cauliflower]

Username: Distances
Character's name:  Bella Pacem [ I wonder if cats can have last names? ]
Felidae or Fenrir: Felidae
Desired rank: Knight

Appearance: Her body is slim and elegant, her bones light-weight to match her speed. Bella's frame is quite attractive to those with a good eye as her legs are long and packed with muscles that would send her springing forward. Her paws are like any average cat, medium yet they hold curved, alabaster weapons. Her face is slim, portraying her expressions and personality clearly. Bella Pacem lacks in strength but she can easily make up for it with her cleverness and speed. Thin, white whiskers sprout from her muzzle that holds a pair of glistening white incisors.

A beautiful cream pelt resembling the smooth flow and hues of natural milk. It's vanilla colors spills onto the main section of her medium-length, thick fur. Her face though, blushes with a light, smokey grey and along with it is her tail and legs. They seep into her creamy pelt, fading into a gradient at the edges, but upon her face a two sapphire gemstones. The color of the sky, they glint brilliantly underneath the light. Under her paws there is a light shade of salmon that can easily be seen as she extends a paw for you. Her nose is wrapped in the same color except slightly darker. 
Personality: Ooh, don't get me started. Got you there, didn't I? She's not a bad cat to be around with but she is easy to annoy and she does not like to be bothered much. It pains her to listen to cats babble about nonsense but she hides her inner feelings quite well. Bella isn't so easily convinced like some cats are. She is short-tempered, ready to explode at any second. She is like a ticking time bomb. She is fiercely loyal to her friends and family, and will never so any weakness in that and has no plans to do so.

Roleplay Sample: [with Bella Pacem]
A light, snoring sound was to be heard from the shack that belonged to Bella. Her flank rose and fell steadily as her paws and whiskers twitched occasionally, indicating that she was having one of her dreams. Silence was all to be heard. Nothing. Not even the crickets were chirping tonight. How peculiar. The sleeping she-cat was awakened by the loud thumping of something. She picked her head up from her paws, her eyes heavy from sleep. Bella felt her eyes close, due to the weight that was placed on top of them. A few, short, seconds later, she heard the thumping once more. She grumbled something inaudible and sat up abruptly, her blue eyes narrowed into slits. Her paws worked in unison to bring her light and elegant frame over into the moonlight, where her fur shone silver underneath the stars and moon.


She saw no one outside. Which was somehow disturbing to her. Bella Pacem grumbles tiredly and impatiently as the icy wind gripped her tightly. She shook her head slowly and turned back to seek the warmth within her shack once more.

Activity level: 9/10

[oncey]

Username: Oncey
Character's name: Batter
Felidae or Fenrir: Fenrir
Desired rank: Major

Appearance: Batter is a pure-bred husky, having passed down from a long line of them. With a lean yet muscular body, Batter is quite handsome. He has rather skinny legs with small white paws at the bottom that although skinny are quite muscular, just like the rest of him. Batter is a black point husky, his whole back, neck, forehead, back of tail, and top of the snout are a pitch black, black as night some may claim, but actually it's just a bit lighter than night. His entire underside is an off-white color, almost a creamy white with a few specks of black. On his forehead are two spots, just above the eyes that are the same color as his undersides. Almond shaped, aqua-colored eyes nearly finish off this husky's appearance. His aqua-colored eyes actually have small flecks of green if you look closely, a rather unusual case of heterochromia in smaller portions.
Personality:Batter is a rather cold brute who takes no remorse for his actions nor thinks much about them before doing them. He believes highly in his religion, something similar to christianity but not exactly. He's one of those people who like to shove their religion down your throat so that's what he'll try to do at points, but he usually gives up after a while. Batter is rather hot-headed and not the friendliest. He tends to get angry easily and it is difficult to calm him down once you've lost the usually calm, cold Batter. Although these flaws, he is loyal to the Fenrir and would of course risk his life for the group's sake.

Roleplay Sample:
Stretching out long, muscular legs, the Siberian Husky gave a deep yawn, blinking his aqua green flecked eyes. The sun's light seeped in through the windows, lighting the inside of the grocery store the large male slept in. Standing up, the still groggy soldier drew his large tongue over his white and black muzzle, dampening it. His throat felt sore having not drank water since early last night. Pushing open the door, the dog known as Batter stepped out into the sun, the rays warming him. As the door closed behind him, he flicked his ear at the sound of the bell ringing. Humans and their weird jingles. Padding towards a puddle of water, he took a few laps of the cool liquid, keeping his eyes concentrated on the world around him. Not far from where he stood was the gate separating them and the cats.

Raising his muzzle, water dripped down from his chin and landed back in the water. The brute gave a disgusted look towards the felidae territory, snorting to himself. Cats were such disgusting creatures. Turning and padding towards the main camp - the airport - he greeted passing dogs with a curt nod of greeting. He walked proudly through the streets, his curled tail motionless. He was quite the apathetic dog, he had to admit, his tail rarely wagged and he never really seem excited. He just really didn't care about much of anything. Sniffing the air, he could smell the remains of a cat. Glancing towards an alley way, he saw a large dog ripping at the dead cat, giving a shrug. No big deal, just a cat. Reaching the airport, the dog glanced behind him once before lying down under the wing of a plane, taking in the atmosphere.

Activity level:
Weekdays: 8/10
Weekends: 9/10

[nightqueen]

Username: Nightqueen
Character's name: Phoenix
Felidae or Fenrir: Fenrir
Desired rank: Medic

Appearance:
A handsome Miniature Schnauzer he is, his long fur is the silvery shade of a metallic fence. His build is stocky, small, not as large as some dogs, but he is still quite tall. His fur is long and looks like thin dreadlocks, his muzzle coated in fur and making him look like he has a beard. Phoenix's glowing amber eyes are quite handsome, and very bright. He also has thick black strokes going down his legs and creamy paws and underbelly. His tail is a small bob, a thin stick like thing with a colour of storm clouds. His chest is also creamy, like milk in a cardboard box.
Personality:
Phoenix is a very high spirited dog, with positive energy flowing around him with ease. A look at him and you are instantly calmed by his giddy smile, indicating his friendliness. Spirits are all a Clan needs to thrive, so why now his group of wonderful canines. He is quite intelligent and smart for a dog, an extremely skilled Healer with a huge memory.

Roleplay Sample:
Who actually bullied this sweet 'n innocent kit? Checkeredpatterns thought she suffered from hallucinations, no cat cared much about who you were born from. Wasn't it some great honour to be born from a leader? "Mornin' sweet'art, 'ow y'all doin?" meowed the outgoing calico she-cat. "Seem ta be 'n a bit 'o strife. Y'all gonna sit there and mope. Why don' ya' go out 'n play with some kits ya like?" she meowed again, a bit hard to understand with her country accent.

( from sunclan; wcrpg )
Activity level:
8/10

[deertrot]

Cats and dogs are very welcome to have last names, yes.
All are accepted with your desired positions! If you haven't already made a bio, go make one now please!

(I'll be checking them now before I leave, since Zodi isn't on to help right now.)

[Demonic End]

Username:
nightfeather12
Character's name:
Demonic End
Felidae or Fenrir:
Felidae
Desired rank:
Queen
Appearance:
Demonic End is a rusty she-cat with short, thick fur. Her eyes are an amber shade with a tint of red around the edge of her pupil. Her ears are long and equipped with a strong sense of hearing, where she can hear a piece rice fall on the ground. End's whiskers are long and her teeth are sharp like razors, giving stray cats that do not live in the Junk yard a fear. Moving down to her body, it is very slim and covered with brown patches covering up her russet fur. Strong muscles gather in her legs for running fast and strong hits in battle. Her tail is quite long and covered with long strands of hair.
Personality:
Demonic End is a strong and firm she-cat and most times, sticks to one idea. Most of the time she is kind and generous to felines who need respect and respect her. She can be rude when others steal and they don't return anything, and she will want to torture them so someone will need to hold her back.
Roleplay Sample:
Deathpaw walked around camp, watching the fearful cats spread out as the watched her black fur glow in the light. Her brother Hollowpaw hissed at her and laughed. "Shut it Mouse-Brain!" Deathpaw growled at her only brother, deep in her throat with fur bristling.
"What are you gonna do about it, No eyes!" Hollowpaw scoffed and stood up, his brown and white fur puffing out. He snickered and swatted at her sending her to hit a far tree. Deathpaw stood up and threw herself at him claw unseathed.
"Oh come on!" Hollowpaw head butted her in the stomach and raked her sides.
Deathpaw yowled in pain and hissed, “Oh come on! Kill me!" Hollowpaw was about to kill her on the neck when she pushed him off of her, "To slow." she thrusted herself at him and clawed at his eye.
Hollowpaw growled and tried to bat at her but she bit his paw, her jaw force almost snapping it. Deathpaw smirked and let go of his paw and jolted up, mouth apart wide.
Blood was dripping from her mouth. Cats starring in horror, "Don't judge me!" Deathpaw yowled across the murmuring clearing. She scratched Hollowpaw's other eye and walked out of the WindClan camp, to become a Loner.
Activity level:
Maybe like 6 days a week? Because I have track practice and school

[foxlily]

Username: FoxLily
Character's name: Kira
Felidae or Fenrir: Felidae
Desired rank: Dutchess

Appearance: Appearance: Kira's pelt is as black as a starless night though she oddly enough has a pure white tuft of fur on her head that runs down her neck. She's small for her age and very thin with complementing long legs and long bushy tail. Her eyes are deep dark blue. Around her neck she wears an old green scarf she found when she was younger and she's hardly seen without it. There is also a small dog's teeth embedded in the base of her left ear she got after being attack once and she never felt the need to take it out for she thought it gave character. She has a few scars though her fur hides them all except for an "x" shape on her right shoulder blade.
Personality: Personality: Kira's is a very indecisive cat and rarely choses sides unless the situation demands it. She does, however, follow the rules thoroughly and to a tee for the sake of keeping her pelt in one piece. Her attitude towards other is neither good nor bad and she has never shown much interest in choosing a mate. She's quite the daydreamer, that much is sure, mostly found staring off into the horizon with the blankest of looks on her face. Overall, she's just a very neutral cat and nothings bound to change that anytime soon.

Roleplay Sample:
Sprawled out on her back on an old red couch that know looked to be the color of a rusty brown was Kira. The small slender she-cat was enjoying the warmth of the sun on her pure black pelt. Her bushy tail sprawled out behind her in a mess of whispy black strands. The green scarf adorned around her neck was pulled up to cover her mouth and her eyes were shut as she relaxed. Though she was very much comfortable she still listen to the noises that surrounded her. Kira could hear her fellow Felidae milling around the junkyard conversing with one other or planning out their day. A small smirk, though hidden by her scarf, pulled at her lips as she thought about how this was what she would do all day.

Activity level:
8/10

[clovercats]

Username: Clovercats
Character's name: Startail
Felidae or Fenrir: Felidae
Desired rank: Queen

Appearance: She has a very smooth coat, short haired.
Keeps herself in a well condition. Her tail is long and fluffy with speckles all over.
Dark ears, paws, nose bridge, and stripe down her back. Light bones allow her to run fast but she isn't very small. About the size of a small maine coon. Yet she is very slender. To most males they consider her the prettiest. Her eyes are large and round with a aqua-blue color. Her main coat is a off-white tanish color with flecks of red.
(will make a drawn ref-sheet)
Personality:
Very modest doesn't like to show off.
She tries to be calm and make the wisest decision possible. Not a big fan of fighting and will help anyone in need. Even though she hates the dogs, she loves all the cats.

Roleplay Sample: (with Startail)
The queen was dreaming In her fine nest next to the king. It was one of her favorites. Her running in a field with the greenest grass and everything was peaceful. Suddenly a lighting bolt lit up infront of her. It began to rain and rain and her pelt got soaking wet. Then the ground opened up and she fell and fell and fe-
She woke up panting. As she looked outside she saw a loud thunderstorm raging outside.
"Ugh, not a storm again! Why won't these things go away... Everyone will be grumpy and freezing tomorrow." She sighed. "I better get some sleep before sunrise." she whispered before settling down in the half-wet blanket. Trying to huddle closer to her king as she drifted back to sleep.

Activity level:
Weekdays: 5/10
Weekends: 9/10

[rudy]

Username: Rudy
Character's name: Snake
Felidae or Fenrir: Felidae
Desired rank: Duchess

Appearance:Snake is short-furred red tabby but that definitely isn't what you notice about her. Everything about her is like a raging fire. Her amber eyes glare with anger and determination more fierce than any flame. Her many battle scars running along her flank are something she's proud of. She earned them and wouldn't ask to look any different.

It's clear that she's pretty menacing- especially to an opponent. But what's the point of being a quiet kind she-cat if you could be so much more? She's not evil- just hard core and pretty badass. Those amber eyes of her's seem to hold secrets and mystery beneath their depths. You'd never see her lashing her tail though. Why? Because She doesn't even have one. This dark red tabby had it ripped right off. And if you think that's all there is, just wait.

Personality: As a kit, she got into alot of trouble. She was rude to almost everyone and constantly got into disputes and fights. She does have a secret soft spot for kittens. She tells them stories of many battles fought and many victories to go with. If she's kind to anyone, it's them. Why is she so nice to kittens though?

If you were a kitten looking up at an intimidating battle-scarred Duchess, you'd be a bit frightened, right? Snake' s alright with just about anyone being afraid of her. Just not those tiny kittens. She wants to believe she can be accepted as a caring she-cat by them if not anyone else.
Roleplay Sample: (this will be based when she is a kitten to get a of her past so I can tie it into future plots)

Snake sniffed around and smiled mischievously. Oooh, this was so much fun! Her breath caught in her throat when she heard Cane calling though. Her mother was going to be so mad! Why did she have to get in so much trouble for wandering off? It wasn't as if there was actually danger.

A loud noise caught her attention even more and, scared, she scrambled out of her hiding place huffing and puffing in fright. A screech, the screech of a cat, burst from behind a boulder that seemed miniscule from where she was standing. Trying to be brave, Snake called out for her mother one last time before bounding over to the boulder and peeking out from behind it. There was blood everywhere.

What was that on the ground? The cat laying there, dead, had a pelt that looked strikingly familiar. Cane. It was her mother. Horrified, Snake couldn't move and as the figure above her dead mother sniffed the air, she didn't even lift her head to see the towering mountain lion, feeding on her mother's flesh. Spotting her, the huge creature bellowed and caught her tail in it's teeth.

There was only one way out. She scratched it's muzzle and fell in a pool of her own blood. Where was in coming from? Why did she feel so unbalanced and strange? Snake ran. She ran until she collapsed next to a river. She lifted her head to find the wound that was bleeding so much, just before everything went dark. But there wasn't anything new on her pelt except for a layer of blood.

There was something missing though- her tail.

[That was slightly more morbid than I intended xD]
Activity level: 6/10 at the least

[Deleted]

Username: ascension.
Character's name: Rosette
Felidae or Fenrir: felidae
Desired rank: doctor

Appearance:
Rosette is a sphynx cat, a rather small one at that. Her skin is a soft, light pink in color with darker patches on her flank and chest. She is a comical sight with her large, triangular ears set high atop her head and her big blue eyes set so delicately in their sockets.

This little girl has quite a fragile build which is partly why she pursued the rank of doctor rather than ace. She really doesn't see herself as much of a fighter and would much rather stay behind and care for the sick and wounded.

Being a former house cat, Rosette does retain one thing from her past; a sea-green collar that she always wears around her neck. It serves as a kind of security blanket and reminds her of the time before she was abandoned by her humans.

Personality:
Rosette is a very sweet and soft spoken she-cat. Her personality definitely matches her gentle looks. As a doctor, she is very kind and helpful towards her patients however she can get a little impatient from time to time.

Overall, Rosette is a hardworker, silently working in the background to make sure her group stays safe and healthy. She is good to have around even for something as simple as a pep talk or some advice.

But, as all cats have their strengths, they also have their weaknesses. Hers happens to be her lack of ability to stay focused on one thing for an extended period of time. While she is indeed very good at her job, she's also very forgetful and has a hard time, especially when she's swamped with patients.

Roleplay Sample:
The sun beat down harshly on the junkyard camp of the Felidae.

Rosette hated the heat. While she had the advantage of being furless which kept her cool, she also sunburnt very easily. Her delicately exposed pink skin didn't stand a chance against the harsh rays of the sun. Still, she couldn't let that put her in a bad mood. As long as she stayed in the shade, she could go on working normally without fear of sunburn.

But there wasn't much to do in the first place other then organize the herb store. It had been some time since there had been a Fenrir raid and sickness had long since left the camp along with winter. She was certainly grateful that all was running smoothly but at the same time she wished for something to do.

Breathing out a small sigh, the Sphynx she-cat collected her herbs and drew back to the safety of her den. She was sure no one would object to her taking a small nap.


Activity level: 9/10

[Torame]

Username: Torame
Character's name: Matthew (Scarredheart)
Felidae or Fenrir: Felidae (mostly in the forest area)
Desired rank: Knight

Appearance:
Matthew is a worn down male cat, with scars on his head, neck, and right eye. He has tabby like fur on top, with different streaks of gray. hes under is pure white all the way through. Hes paws have a light granite of LIGHT gray going up all four of his legs. Also his nose, inner ears, and paws are a light pink. Finally he has a gray collar around his neck, full of animal teeth that he has killed out in the wild.

Personality: Matthew is a kind of passive tom, that prefers not to fight unless its needed. He is a sweet heart to the younger generation no matter what animal race. Matthew also gets easily jealous if he has a crush on a female, however he won't rebound back in anger. He has a GREAT GREATGRGEGAGTG amount of hate towards the city, in fact he tries to avoid it when ever he can, but sadly he can't help it at times. He believes that the moon will light his path, and can be emotional at times when hes alone.

Roleplay Sample: He jumps, claws extending to the branch as he claws into the soft wood. Climbing up, Looks around, and continues on to the next branch. After the third branch he looks up and sees a fresh apple. Turning around he glares at the apple, eyes full of hunger. Leaps up extending one paw with claws and instead of catching the apple he slices the apple into quarters and juice falls out. Disappointing, he stands under and drinks up the juice. Once finished he turns back and heads down towards the ground, looking back up disappointed.

Activity level: next 3 weeks(testing) 7/10
Other times 9/10

[Kerr]

Username: Kerr
Character's name: Kate Kanine (Batdog)
Felidae or Fenrir: Fenrir
Desired rank: Medic Trainee

Appearance: The girl was white, nearly pristinely so, her black ears and tail tip being the only truly large patch of color breaking up her pelt. Though she did have freckles along her snout, ankles, and rump areas. Her eyes were bright and yellow. Her pawpads were pink, and she always wore a large oversized collar, with a pouch on it for necessities. This collar wielding a yellow tag with Batman's bat symbol on it. Sometimes she even wore a cape and a mask.

Personality:
She is a peppy and intelligent youth, full of piss and vinegar. A happy-go-lucky soul with a quick temper and a rather confused reality. She loves a good adventure and is never afraid to let you know what she is thinking. Quick to make friends, the bold hound is ever loyal and kind. Her generosity is endless, and her stubborn streak a mile wide. Oh. And did I mention the sarcasm? Her wit does not fall without a sharp tongue. Determined. Ornery.

Roleplay Sample:

Dun, nah, nah, nah! Batdog to the rescue! The hound had doned her mask and cape, she was needed on the battlefield! quickly, the long-legged hound raced over the fallen soldiers, stopping to check each as she had passed, but most were far from the help of her powers of healing. She knew little, but she was being trained by the greatest Wizard ever! But she knew enough to help on D-Day, Doomsday.

The girl felt safe in her odd attire, safe from any who'd threaten the grace of an angel. When she had finally met her mark she'd speak in a rather dramatic manner. "At ease soldier, you are safe with me now. I will attend to your woes and get you back on that battle field in no time!" The girl would wriggle out of her collar, and dig around in the little storage pouch it held, her utility belt. "Ah-HA! Just what you need!" A small bandage that had been retrieve from a first aid kit from God knows where. She'd place it on the Soldier's wound and apply pressure with a paw, "Oer here! We've got ourselves a live one!" She'd shout over her shoulder at those who bustled to get the wounded back to safety before they too were lost.

Activity level: Very active. >.<
I check the forums daily with my phone, posting here and there to important threads when I am out. M, W, F,Sat & Sun I check the forums with my computer replying to ALL the threads I have missed.
BUT my activity levels will drop some with the coming week, due to finals, but pick back up again once school is out.

[blue bird]

<sub>Username: roobbys
Character's name: Lucienne
Felidae or Fenrir: Felidae
Desired rank: Nurse

Appearance: (Copied from bio) Lucy has a plain, grey coat, with pale orange eyes. Everything about her is quite large, actually. From her long, thick, bear-like limbs, to her short, large head. Her ears are large, her paws are large. The only thing small about her is her tail, which is about as wide as your common, everyday pencil. Her nose is the same color as her fur, except a little bit darker. Her eyes are like the color of pumpkins; but the ones you find left over when you go to pick out a pumpkin the day before halloween. Her eyes have specks of gold and brown in them, though.

Personality: (Copied from bio) Mysterious.Shy.Intelligent.Merciless.Insane.
Mysterious. Lucy will often be slinking in the shadows, or disappear from the camp without reasoning.
Shy. Lucienne rarely talks. And when she does, it's either to the leader, herself, her mentor, or her few friends.
Intelligent. Lucy is very smart. She knows the herbs well, and listens well.
Merciless. Lucienne doesn't have mercy for anything. One day, when she was a kit, her and some of her kit friends where chasing a mouse, and Lucy pounced on it. Instead of letting it go like the other kits asked her to, she ripped the poor creature's throat out right then and there.
Insane. Some animals say that Lucy is insane. She's always talking to herself, and thinking bad things. Not suicidal thoughts, but plans for murdering other cats.
Likes... Cats, fire, mice, the shadows, blood
Dislikes... Dogs, heroes, loosing, not knowing something

Roleplay Sample: (Copied from WCRPG ^^) the prissy silver bengal's eyes moved from tree to tree as she trotted the forest ground, making sure to keep her tail up, not wanting it to get dirty. elois' stomach growled, and she looked around for any prey, but she couldn't find any. oh, they really should get someone to do this for me. she thought arrogantly. she found a flat, toasty rock, letting the sitter's eyes gaze out onto the beautiful landscape. elois checked the rock to make sure that there was no sharp erosions of the rock, or transparent dirt. once that was done, she then sat down on the light grey rock, and laid her arms out, making sure every part of her body got sun. "better to warm up now," she said to herself, shrugging along with the short sentence. elois looked around at the landscape, trying to not think about her growing hunger. but, just when she was about to give up and go whine to someone about her hunger, she spotted it. a large, seemingly juicy vole sprouted out of it's little hole, and sniffed around. elois looked around, making sure no other cat was following it, and then sat up, and crouched forward. keeping her hazel eyes locked on the vole, she put paw after paw, inching forward, until she could almost taste the vole in her mouth. she licked her lips, and then sprang forward, keeping her claws out so they would pierce almost every tail length of the creature. the vole didn't even know what was coming: it looked up in horror and then shut it's eyes, not even trying to escape, knowing it would just be hunted down once more. elois smiled, happy with her catch, and then returned to her even-warmer rock, and started to break down the vole into only the meat parts. the silver bengal didn't like the bones, or any of the organs, and the fat was just to rough for her delicate frame--besides, it wasn't even bareleaf anymore--elois didn't like the eyes, or the fur, or the tail; it was like a disgusting, feces-ridden, slimy rope that was quite impossible to devour. she also didn't like the feet--all they were, were bone, claw, and fur!--neither the eyes nor teeth, or anything else of that matter. once she was done separating the parts, she now purred and began to eat the meat. finally, after what seemed like ages to the picky cat, her stomach was now full. she began to groom herself, getting in between the toes, and behind her ears, and in the corners of her eyes. after that task was done, she flipped over on her back, and stretched out her limbs and tail and paws, and sunned herself for a rather long time. (All lowercase here for a style)

Activity level: 9/10</sub>

[arooooo]

Username: Arooooo
Character's name: Cassius
Felidae or Fenrir: FOR FELIDAEEEE <3
Desired rank: Knight

Appearance: Just a simple grey tabby, Cassius has smokey fur layered with stripes on top of stripes. He has been told multiple times that he is handsome, and is cute when he gets mad.. though he tends to doubt it. His light hazel eyes are always seemingly watching your movements, and judging every single action you do in his presence - though they flood with admiration when he is training. It has also been said that the first thing that a female notices about him, are his large, inky eyes; Seemingly filled with sensitivity and love, but secretly all a lie.

Personality: He's young and lean, perfectly capable to perform in battles and street fights. In fact, he prefers it. This tabby isn't just rough around the edges, he's sharp and jagged on the inside as well. He feels like he was born for fighting and fit to lead an army- Despite his hatred for stuck up cats, he is one himself.. but being Bashful is the least of his worries. He has a bad habit of getting hold of some information that he shouldn't have, and staying hidden with it until an opportunity comes. Though he never disappoints a higher rank, he may often lie to them in order to achieve some status that he really doesn't have. But lie if he must because the words from this cat's tongue are completely believable. Others might often find him trustworthy even at times when he is hiding behind lie after lie.. but other than his own inclinations, he despises others that would stoop as low as to lie to him.

Other than the soldier he feels he needs to be, Cassius is quite a flirtatious fellow. Though because of early abandonment, he does not like to rely on others for very long.. and has been known to leave a she-cat early on in a relationship, smack dab in the middle, and even at the very end. So far, no matter what, he has left every single she-cat he has ever went out with. The trick for him is to be a great actor, and everyone falls for it. Cassius actually acknowledges the fact that every cat (even female) is different, and shifts his personality that would match.

note: this is a wolf role play i was doing ;u;
An introduction as well vvv

i can tell you right now my posts will not be this long on this site, so feel free to ask for a cat/ average sized sample c: !

Roleplay Sample: Gosh was it cold. His coat had thickened and darkened due to winter, but the cool breeze stuck to his course fur. He shivered every few steps, not certain if he had taken this specific path since the first snowfall. It definitely did not show if he had happened to walk here just a day or two before. The decent thicket of white hid all the evidence underneath. Flurries after flurries. He should consider himself lucky that not a single flake had shown itself this morning. He should consider himself lucky for many more things as well, but he has tried with little success.
He prefers spring. He only tries to find the positives because of spring. When he was first starting out in the life of a lone wolf, he always referred back to the warmth of it, where the sun was.

He managed to lift his head and take a look at the sun's current location in midst of his gait. His slow trot grew even slower though as he neared a stop, squinting in search. He tried in hopes of spring, but it was a lost cause. Darkened clouds blocked whatever heat was coming in, and tall trees guarded it's shine from him. He had been seeking out the sun for a while now, but each and every time, it just isn't there. As quick as he was beginning his search, he was even faster abandoning it.

And so he continued on his way in hopes for a meal. Other than his occasional misstep, the male was focused on food. And despite his loss in faith of the sun, he always had a generally fine personality. It was still chilly however, as he walked. It was obvious that he questioned himself a lot, even now, as he wondered whether he should even try to hunt at this time of day. Muttering a joke under his breath about how he should try hibernating, he somehow persuaded himself to go on, but now with a slight smile on his face. He had learned overtime that loners grew disloyal due to lack of contact, so he vowed to keep his glorious humor around just to satisfy himself. He would never make the same mistakes as his father had, but those thoughts grew old after so long. And reliving the same feelings day after day, just makes life drag on. And when something of his past manages to come to mind, he's already done with it, and thinks of hunting or something to keep him going. And that's what he has spring for.

His nostrils flared as he entered an area where the contemporary scent of a deer was everywhere. Its stench told him enough, so he took the chance. Though his tracking was poor, he was very patient when it came to hunting, and often very quiet. He inhaled; it was a doe. Another; she was probably in heat very recently. alone. healthy. He wouldn't dare check to see how large it was. The odds of her sensing him would be too great.. and though he was afraid to admit it, looking at a healthy large female deer would probably make him lose some self confidence. After all, he hadn't eaten that well this winter. He was silent for a long period of time, listening eagerly for a sign of timing. His body was still and low, but he could feel the moment of strike coming. The doe had found an even bigger stash of weeds and other lasting plants, and he went. His tail flickered briefly before in a signal, but he was a hunting party of one, and so he had only gestured himself.
And only a few seconds later, not only was he off, but so was the deer. He snarled as he chased, upset that she was speeding off. He had heard a rumor once that smaller prey animals could die of shock, but what a lie that was. It could never hurt to try though, so he growled and jotted disturbing noises into the air behind her. He was gaining, but the continuous snow being pressured at his face only put him back behind. And it was the same thing for a while, him pressing forward, only to be shot back when he attempted to make a snap. One time was different though, he ran fast and made a quick trip attempt, and the doe stumbled. His panting covered other loose and frivolous sounds as he watched the deer tumble in the trampled snow and make a recovery. And so he stopped, much further away from his original hunting area than he had intended, and now deer-less. He threw his head back in a moan of disappointment, but he was much too out of breath to even attempt to show his displeasure.
And through all of his misery and panting, came a shot.

He had heard one before, loud and ringing. The ones he had heard had come in a pack though, many more than one. His mother had explained that that was how the humans killed things. And so he was right, another came, leaving behind an echo of insecurity. The wolf was staring out at the source, fur bristled in an anxiety issue. And another shot, the final one.
For a moment, he remain standing there motionless. As if he were taken back and were retrying to capture his meal. Patient, waiting. And all he could think about was spring, where it was warm.

He looked back to where the doe had fled, but she was covered by the multitude of other trees, probably very far off by now. His deep eyes flickered back to the direction of the humans. And he stared. Fear bit at his ankles. He could feel the nostalgia of spring, but it was slipping.

"What do the humans hunt mom?"

And he just started running. Despite his previous break, his breathes quickly became uneven; his thought were fragile and breaking. Shrubs and snow piles were passed up quickly, but his mind was moving much too slow. He kicked snow as ran, thinking of how the deer ran much quicker. Thinking too many thoughts at once.

It hurts to say her name.

He had to have been running for at least an hour, and the repetition in facts burned. His mind pulsed the same things. Over and over. Flurries after flurries. He knew the territory well. He had been watching it in view of a banished member. It was there the killing sounds pierced. The territory belonged to a friend of his. It hurts to say her name.

"Karian,"
He barked out as he panted.

He had doubts on the way over that it might not be her, he had prayers it might be someone else. But as he neared, the crude smell of blood rushed in. Her smell was still the same; strong, impulsive, perfect.. hurt.

He was losing his sun.

"Karian,"
He called soberly, despite his sullen thoughts and failing breaths.

The smell was strengthening, "Karian!" He barked again and again. Disregarding everything he had been told, he wouldn't stay away. He was becoming more and more irritable when a tall fencing blocked him from finding her. He barked, and pushed aside the fact that it hurt to.

Pacing the posts, he ran along the perimeter in hopes to find her. He was playing things by ear, which he should never do, and was about to put out a short call to find her.. but he had done it. He had found the sun after so long of waiting, so long of searching.
She was bigger than he had last remembered, and also darkened by winter's touch.
"Karian," He spoke, softer now that he had her in his sights. Her body was limp and her fur was rugged. She looked so raw and close, but also out of reach and cold.
"Runaway with me.

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