High position tryouts!

[secret]

Username: Secret
Character's name: Secret
Felidae
Desired rank: Knight/duchess

Appearance: A white she cat with long fur. Her fur is fluffy and thick. It has light brown caramel patches with brown tabby stripes. She is slightly small but her tail is long and maneuverable, she loves to cur it around things and play with it. Her long fur is hard to manage and she likes to swim every so often so it will cool off a little.

Personality:Mostly keeps to herself, she is shy and unreachable at first. After a while she might warm up a little and mumble a sentence or two. When you get to know her better, shes sweet and caring, she puts other before herself. She protects what she believes in and defends the ones she cares about until death. She can be very violent and has anger issues.
Likes... She loves to trick people and play pranks, she also enjoys to learn and observer, her favorite thing to do is walk around the territory. She loves Sunflowers.
Dislikes...She HATES mean people . She also hates getting wet and is always tired when its raining. She also dislikes her shyness.

Read more: breaking-grounds.proboards.com/thread/8/secrets-application#ixzz2RzL3zwDf

Roleplay Sample: Secret padded through the city, hunting quietly, she saw a pigeon and slowly padded foward silently, the bird now notcied her but it was too late, Secret pounced and killed it with a swift bite. She purred with happiness as she proudly brought her catch back to camp.

Activity level:pretty active xD

[wyendigo]

Username: Wyendigo
Character's name: Malika
Felidae or Fenrir: Felidae
Desired rank: Duchess/Queen
Appearance:

Malika is a brown maine coon with beige underbelly and black stripes. She has a flash of red under her eyes and beige back leg toes with long socks and white claws. She has a long fringe of black hair that covers a wound she received as a kitten, and pink spotted paw-pads and nose.
Personality: Malika is a self-absorbed and cold she-cat who only cares for herself. She often hisses, orders around, and chases away other cats of lower ranks, and to Malika, she was born to be of a high rank, as her name even means "Queen" in her native tongue. She was born overseas, taken from her family, and abandoned when her house folk caught her scratching their cub. She often cusses and speaks in a hushed voice (usually insulting someone) in her native tongue, which she considers a gift, even if others believe she is just speaking gibberish. Despite her cruel and arrogant demeanor, around those of higher rank then her, she sucks up and acts all cute, often doing them favours to get what she wants.

Roleplay Sample:
Malika laid atop a busted old car, looking down at the camp from her hill of garbage. How disgusting, that she was now forced to live in such a dump! At least the dogs had an airport, but she, Malika,[Queen/Duchess] was forced to live in a dirty junkyard! She hummed and curled up in the warm sun.
"At least I have the best view in the dump..." She grumbled like a spoiled kit, "...Of garbage...Allah Yela'an this dump" She huffed and laid her chin on her paws as she gazed out at the yard, her fur bristling with annoyance.

Activity level: Online at least once a day unless otherwise stated

[pyxie]

*i updated the high position link under the felidae guide thread, check it out if you'd like and start rping breaking-grounds.proboards.com/thread/142/time-shine <<there please!!

(and make your character entry if you haven't; as well as make sure that you put "ace" or whatever non-high position you want your cat to have (unless you'd like to try your character for another, like a knight))

also, if you entered as queen, please pm me for a private rp! im going to check your females' compatibility with azraele and or see if your cat and he have a unique relationship before i actually decide who i'd like to take that very. high. position in felidae. ty everyone!

[foxlily]

Username:
FoxLily
Character's name:
Hisoka
Felidae or Fenrir:
Felidae
Desired rank:
Knight
Appearance:
A smooth rusty ginger coat covers his slender body. The fur length short yet grow longer at his tail where the fur spreads like feathery strands. The tips of said tail a lighter almost cream cover that also appears under his jaw. Small white streaks are visible on his cheeks. Long legs complement his slender body and give him a boost in speed. His eyes are colored like that of moss. His most notable feature is four long scar across his chest.
Personality:
Flirtatious is one word that fully describes this tom cat. Always following after the ladies and flirting with them even when all they want is for him to go away. He wants to be in the center of everyone's attention. He needs to be. Not matter what it takes he needs to be on top. Popularity and love run high on the scale for him because deep down he is nothing more than insecure. His past lingers deep within him haunting him always. He wants to prove himself to everyone and show that he is needed. He has to be unique and stand out. He has to be love and remembered. He needs to show that his life is worth having. Of all things, he need to show he must not be compared to anyone. He can act no other way than this for this is how he has programmed himself to be and he must never show his weaknesses.

Roleplay Sample:(from his past)
The shadows, that's where he dwelled. The shadow of his brother, his twin brother. No matter how much they differed on skill, everyone still seemed to confuse the two. Not even moments ago a young she-cat had approached him and once finding out he wasn't his twin, she ran off to find him. Everyone loved him more, even their own mother. Hisoka sighed deeply and tucked his paws into his chest. He was huffing himself away in an old box not wanting to get in the brothers way. But of course you can only get away for so long.

There was a faint scratching and the flap that closed himself off from the world was opened. Bright sunlight poured in a he squined looking up at a face identical to his own. "Hey Hisoka!" His brother said with a wide smile on his white streaked face, "Let go hunt together! We hardly ever do anymore." Hisoka sighed loudly, "Why? It's not like on any good at it." His twin pouted in response, "You just gotta practice more! Come on, it'll be fun!" Without a moment for Hisoka to protest, he brother dashed off and with a sigh Hisoka followed. If he would have know just how much this simple hint would change his life, he would have stayed in that box.

[Cersei]

Username: asooch / Cersei
Character's name: Anura
Felidae or Fenrir: Fenrir
Desired rank:Medic trainee

Appearance: A young boxer, she definitely resemebles one, of course. She shares most characteristics of the breed, donning the copper doe-eyes, the floppy ears, and the almond-coloured coat. She's stocky, and graces some muscles, though, those muscles were specifically graced for running. Not too muscular, nor is she wimpy. Her legs are lanky, though help her grow in height as time goes by. Almond-shape eyes, they usually hold a glint of curiousity. Near the base of her tail is a scar, as short, zig-zaggy one that she recieved from a fence. White splashes her underbelly, and slits its way up through her muzzle, and even reaching as far as her paws. She wers a black mask (a natural one, of course) and her jowls and a portion muzzle is black.


Personality:Anura shares the traits of most boxers. That trait being hyper, though perhaps not necessarily hyper, but the pup is certainly eager, and she hungers for knowledge.

Curious, she is, most definitely. Anura’s thirst for learning can only be quenched by doing things actively, finding out on her own. An investigator, Anura dislikes it when things go answered, and often times, she doesn’t even tell others of her problem, and quietly goes about trying to figure it out on her own.

That being said however, Anura is social to the max, and always enjoys socializing with others.
In fact, she may not be able to go on very long without the company of others. Her naturally curious nature makes her rather intelligent, as she strives on solving problems, anything to keep the pup busy, of course. A troublemaker, maybe. She’s impulsive at times, naïve, and often worries others by padding off somewhere, or accidently cause trouble. Loyal, she is. She holds loyalty in high regard, and does nothing less, as she expects loyalty from others as well.

Roleplay Sample: Anura's ivory forepaws were masked with dirt as she dug furiously. The youngster shot a brief lance behind her to check her surroundings. It was clear. She quickened her pace, her forepaws flying in a flurry as loose dirt scattered behind her. As the pound-bound boxer dug beneath the loose spot in the fence, the gray links rattled, and she caught some of the rough gray wires in her teeth to prevent much noise. Nosing the last few mounds of dirt out of the way, she squeezed under the fence. A small yelp could be heard as the tip of the fence dug into the tender skin near the tail. A scratch was there, and the boxer forced herself to continue. Anura remembered, the walks she took, however short they were, with her owner. An airport, yes, they passed by the airport on their little ten minute walks, it was abandoned.

Anura padded in the directiom she remembered the airport being. On the outskirts of the city, and so, Anura continued.

The scratch burnt as the wind whipped, but Anura forced herself to continue. She was slightly grateful for the wind, as it brought the faint smell of dogs. She shook her head furiously as her eyes pleaded to be closed.
A determined light shone in her brown orbs, and the puppy padded furthermore. She thought of her siblings and parents, all adopted out. What made her so...unadoptable? She sighed, and the wind snagged her flopped ears.

As the presence of buildings were going scarce, she saw the airport. Hopes high, the pup hurried to a trot. Suddenly, a large blue machine whizzed past her, swerving slightly, then back to its original spot. It cruised along, and Anura was standing, stunned for a moment. Evening was converting to night, and so, much more cautiously, she looked from left, right, and then left again. Her stocky legs flew, and her tail nearly straight as she sprinted across the rough, gray surface the machine had driven on. Minutes passed, she didn't think, she just...did.
Finally,on the outside of the airport, the present scent of dogs ever so strong, fellow canines. The young boxer let her stubby legs collapse benetath her in a folded poistion. Her eyes shut, and she almost immediately fell into slumber, her muscles aching terribly.

There Anura was, outside the canine-filled airport, fast asleep, as rain began to drizzle.


Activity level: I'm new, very new, but I'd safely say 8/10 or 8.5/10

[foozay]

Username: foozay (๑•́ ᴥ •̀๑)
Character's name: Tyrus.
Felidae or Fenrir: Felidae.
Desired rank: Duke.

Appearance: Tyrus has a very thick layer of white fur, and I guess it's pretty soft. Actually, it's more of a cream instead of a white. His pelt has splotches of pale orange, and actually some gray, but it's also kind of pale. Did I mention he's a midget? Actually, it's just his breed. Tyrus's legs are actually really short, maybe half the size of a normal cats'. The male has splotches over his eyes of a mixture of pale gray and pale oranges, some meeting up in the middle making a dark-ish brown. If you'd look into his eyes, you'd see a dark brown color. Maybe coffee bean color. The Munchkin cat's paws are all (but two) different. The front left paw is brown, and the right paw has a spot of gray. The back two paws are cream. Also, the tail is only colored a bit on the tip of Ty's tail. The tail tip is just simply gray. One last simple detail of the Munchkin is that he has a nick in his ear from a small little tussle with his brother.

Personality: Just a small overview of his personality, but, he's not shy, quick to thinking, sensible, and kind. Also, quite clumsy.
He's learned over the years that nobody would like to hang around a rude cat. It's just not fun, is it? I guess his not-so-shy personality helped him to be not so ignorant of the others around him. Ty will flatter you, if he thinks your another good member of the group.
Tyrus usually tends to hang around others who are loyal, and who are at least somewhat kind to him. He has a high respect for the King. Ever since the male's parents passed away, he needed someone to look up to. The answer was in front of him; the King. Ty is not big on helping out all day long, but the male with help around when he is needed.
Usually the young cat will be very clumsy and not look out for what or where he is going. He trips a lot, which causes a few scratches on himself. It doesn't really bother him though, so he will ignore it.
And with everything else I have said, the young male is actually smart... Well, I guess so. Tyrus tries to get inspired by the little things around him, and he also tries to learn about them. The more knowledge, the more his abilities can grow.


Roleplay Sample: Darkstone was lively awake. He was ready for a new day out in the ways of ThunderClan. But he had a dream. One dream that caused him to wonder. And, the dream was like this.

The wind flowed carefully, like it was scanning something. Darkstone was walking down the street. But, not at ThunderClan. He wanted to go back home, but, he felt that he also needed to stay. He also saw more cats pile up around him, their eyes glaring, almost red in the dark. It was quite scary, so he started to quiver very hard. It was noticeable, so all the cats unsheathed their claws. Darkstone shivered. Those cats were scaring him to death, making him wonder, what’s next? Hopefully not death. Then he blinked, and all the round shadows were gone. It made him so cared that he hopped into a dump. He noticed it smelled, so he jumped out and ran. But, he ran into the wrong place. It was near a twoleg place.There was an empty nest, so he jumped into the cracked window. He blinked hard, his heart pounding. Then he saw the shadows again. And they spoke. “Come back there. Come back tomorrow. Come back!” It sounded like whispers of it the evil. It was disturbing. He shook his head, blinking over and over, and then he heard this loud boom. It sounded like glass also. It made him run out of the nest.

But that’s all Darkstone could get out from the dream. He woke up to the sound of crows. He breathed in and out. He wondered who it was from, StarClan, possibly. But he knew he had to go there for some reason. He slowly walked out of camp, trying not to get anycat’s attention. If he got the leader’s attention, it wouldn’t be so good for himself. He took a deep breath, and went through the camp entrance, but still in the territory. He needed to run out, but he felt so stiff. He hoped it was just a nightmare. Nothing from Starclan would help him right now.

Darkstone kicked the ground, and walked on. Later on, the brown and white cat spotted the exit out of the territory. He was just going to leave like this. Maybe someone else would be there, waiting for a better home for him. Since he only had a few friends, he wouldn’t mind. Well, to tell you the truth, he only had… One friend to be exact. It was bad enough that he didn’t like ThunderClan’s ways. He could become a loner, or jump into another Clan. But, what way could he tell Foglantern? His best friend. His only friend.

Darkstone felt the sun blaze down on him. He started to frown, and looked hopeless. He didn’t know where he was anymore. HE was traveling a long way. All he could find was trees. Maybe a cat would turn up on his way. That’s one thing he hoped would show up. He spotted a small puddle from earlier rains in the week. That’s exactly what he wanted right now. He trotted over to it, and pushed his tongue right into it. It tasted so good. It was cool and fresh. It cooled him off from all the traveling he was doing. It wasn’t salty at all. He looked into it, and saw his reflection. He looked weird. His fur wasn’t the was it was yesterday. It must have been from rolling around in his nightmare.

The next thing Darkstone did was back up from the puddle. He stuck his paw into the puddle, and smoothened out his fur, so he could at least look good while he was out. He padded across the long path ahead of him, freshly cut by some Twolegs. He thought he must be near the Twoleg place. He didn’t know if it was the dream one, but probably not. He went on, and was almost there, but didn’t know it.

Darkstone had always want to be an outgoing cat, but that, of course, never happened. He wished it had, but no. That didn’t happen. He just ignored ThunderClan this time, not caring about his one friend, and went on, his head held high. He wasn’t sad, no, that wasn’t it. He was just… Not happy with what he had. Had in himself, of course. He stumbled out, tripping over a rock, and rolled out.

That’s when he saw another cat. The cat did not even look familiar to him. Who could it be? What Clan could he even be from? He coughed this time. He gagged, and hated this smell in the air. All kinds of yucky scents. One RiverClan, then all kinds of different loner and Twoleg scents. It was a foul smell, fatal to him. He thought for a moment. Oh no. What if a battle would happen? That wouldn’t be good. He took a deep breath, and hoped for good luck. Good luck that he would make it out alive. He caught a mouse that he quickly saw when he was standing near a bush. He had backed away from that cat he saw. The brown and white cat thought no good of being nervous, but thought no good of being here. Right now.

Darkstone hid his head behind a old oil can, and ate the mouse. It tasted so well. It was plump, for some reason. He was jealous of the loners that lived near here. Good plump mice. He shook off the thought, and pulled off another part of the mouse, chewing it up very well. Now he swallowed. For heaven’s sake, get me away from here. I do not like it. It smells so awful. He thought. The awful smell got mixed in with his, but he wasn’t used to it quite yet.

The brown and white cat coughed. There was something in his throat. “StarClan!” He hissed quietly. Darkstone sighed, and coughed and coughed, trying to get it out.

“Help!”


Activity level: i check here every day, basically so maybe 8.5/10.

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TYRUS.
oh come on, oh come on,
what's the point or two?