Post by {Echo} on Aug 20, 2008 1:34:09 GMT -5
Auditioning for leader.
Link to Bio: Here. I think.
Clan: RiverClan
Roleplay Sample: It was dark, envoloping the lake and surrounding lands in the darkness of the new moon. Only stars illuminated the area. Every cat should've been asleep by now, or else at least in their nests made of moss and feathers. Or maybe that was just for RiverClan? One couldn't really decide, Clans usually didn't see other Clan's dens. Of course, most cats didn't really care. It was a cold night in leafbare, snow falling lightly. Any cat who didn't have a nice coat by now would be freezing itself to death. But one didn't want to be in a warm nest. One wanted to be out, seeing the snow and watching the lake freeze, watching prey come out, hoping to get some last minute food. Maybe even catch some prey to bring back, since the rivers wouldn't stay flowing the entire leafbare. A chilly wind blew. Something shivered, teeth chattering. "I'm a mousebrain for doing this." It spat angrily, shaking off some snow. The thing in question was a cat, a tom to be exact. His fur was a mixture of tortiseshell and tabby, making him look like a striped furball. The tom's eyes were half closed to the cold and wind, frost forming on the tips of his fur. The wind was finally beginning to slow down, and the tom ruffled his fur. After he had shaken the white off, he was a little more visible. The tom was Thunderstorm, a RiverClan warrior. He had been teased for having a name of a Rival Clan, but Thunderstorm really didn't care. He stopped near the shore of the lake, watching frost slowly form on the top of the lake. Thunderstorm shivered gently, suddenly hearing a crunch behind him. The tom whipped around, growling. The scent of his clan hit his flaring nostrils and he stopped. "Blackfoot? What are you doing out here?" Thunderstorm looked, a little suprised, at the younger she-cat infront of him. "I..w-w-wasn't sl-sl-sleepy. I s-s-s-saw you l-l-l-leaving." She shivered. The she-cat was a black cat with amber eyes, who was a bit of a tabby. She had a few white stripes. It was then Thunderstorm noticed how thin the other's fur was. He calmed down, moving closer. "Blackfoot, You should've stayed in the den!" He meowed gently, curling close to her as the two huddled down in the snow. "Don't fall asleep." He whispered. It all seemed calm, snow coming down to a light fall. Thunderstorm felt his eyelids droop. Next thing he knew, he had fallen asleep. When he woke, it was daylight. The warrior cursed under his breath, angry at himself. Then he noticed how cold it was beside him. Thunderstorm bolted up, looking at the black and white cat beside him. Immediatley he felt hot tears running down his face. "B..Blackfoot? Don't be dead, please don't be dead.." He whispered, pushing at her. The she-cat didn't move. Thunderstorm lay on the ground, angry that StarClan had taken the life of a new warrior who had so much to give, and not a senior warrior like himself. The warrior nosed underneath the other, pushing her upon his back. Shifting her into a better position, He set off back to camp. Splashstar is not going to like this, not one bit. The tom thought, trying all he could not to grieve. He remembered Blackfoot's ceremony. And he still hadn't admitted that he loved her. Now she would never know. A wave of hot and sticky tears ran down his face again, and he looked at his paws when he entered camp, reluctant to show anyone. He lay her body in the center, then went to the den. He didn't want to be there, but he knew he would be confronted eventually.
{662 WORDS! BOOYEAH!}
Link to Bio: Here. I think.
Clan: RiverClan
Roleplay Sample: It was dark, envoloping the lake and surrounding lands in the darkness of the new moon. Only stars illuminated the area. Every cat should've been asleep by now, or else at least in their nests made of moss and feathers. Or maybe that was just for RiverClan? One couldn't really decide, Clans usually didn't see other Clan's dens. Of course, most cats didn't really care. It was a cold night in leafbare, snow falling lightly. Any cat who didn't have a nice coat by now would be freezing itself to death. But one didn't want to be in a warm nest. One wanted to be out, seeing the snow and watching the lake freeze, watching prey come out, hoping to get some last minute food. Maybe even catch some prey to bring back, since the rivers wouldn't stay flowing the entire leafbare. A chilly wind blew. Something shivered, teeth chattering. "I'm a mousebrain for doing this." It spat angrily, shaking off some snow. The thing in question was a cat, a tom to be exact. His fur was a mixture of tortiseshell and tabby, making him look like a striped furball. The tom's eyes were half closed to the cold and wind, frost forming on the tips of his fur. The wind was finally beginning to slow down, and the tom ruffled his fur. After he had shaken the white off, he was a little more visible. The tom was Thunderstorm, a RiverClan warrior. He had been teased for having a name of a Rival Clan, but Thunderstorm really didn't care. He stopped near the shore of the lake, watching frost slowly form on the top of the lake. Thunderstorm shivered gently, suddenly hearing a crunch behind him. The tom whipped around, growling. The scent of his clan hit his flaring nostrils and he stopped. "Blackfoot? What are you doing out here?" Thunderstorm looked, a little suprised, at the younger she-cat infront of him. "I..w-w-wasn't sl-sl-sleepy. I s-s-s-saw you l-l-l-leaving." She shivered. The she-cat was a black cat with amber eyes, who was a bit of a tabby. She had a few white stripes. It was then Thunderstorm noticed how thin the other's fur was. He calmed down, moving closer. "Blackfoot, You should've stayed in the den!" He meowed gently, curling close to her as the two huddled down in the snow. "Don't fall asleep." He whispered. It all seemed calm, snow coming down to a light fall. Thunderstorm felt his eyelids droop. Next thing he knew, he had fallen asleep. When he woke, it was daylight. The warrior cursed under his breath, angry at himself. Then he noticed how cold it was beside him. Thunderstorm bolted up, looking at the black and white cat beside him. Immediatley he felt hot tears running down his face. "B..Blackfoot? Don't be dead, please don't be dead.." He whispered, pushing at her. The she-cat didn't move. Thunderstorm lay on the ground, angry that StarClan had taken the life of a new warrior who had so much to give, and not a senior warrior like himself. The warrior nosed underneath the other, pushing her upon his back. Shifting her into a better position, He set off back to camp. Splashstar is not going to like this, not one bit. The tom thought, trying all he could not to grieve. He remembered Blackfoot's ceremony. And he still hadn't admitted that he loved her. Now she would never know. A wave of hot and sticky tears ran down his face again, and he looked at his paws when he entered camp, reluctant to show anyone. He lay her body in the center, then went to the den. He didn't want to be there, but he knew he would be confronted eventually.
{662 WORDS! BOOYEAH!}
