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Post by Larkstar on Jul 15, 2013 20:38:20 GMT -5
Name: Larkstar
Position: RiverClan Leader
Gender: Female
Appearance: Spotted grey she cat with a ringed tail and brown eyes and light brown paws.
Personality: Smart, tough, solemn, strong minded.
Staff Experince: I have been an admin on two sites and have been leader three times, one site still going.
Have you been on a warriors site/staffed before?: Yes/Yes
Skills: Skins/Coding/Enforcing Rules
Activity: 7/7
RP Sample:
Larkstar sat on her perch while looking among her clan mates. She spotted her deputy and his patrol stumbling back into camp and sighed. Another day with the rogues. Larkstar jumped down from her spot and looked at her Deputy. We need to come up with something better of a plan when it comes to these rogues. I do not want you attacking them unless they are on our territory, end of story. We do not need anymore blood shed that isn't even reasonable. She said as she flicked her tail, motioning them to head to their dens.
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Post by Foxstar on Jul 15, 2013 20:39:56 GMT -5
Accepted.
You are RiverClan's Leader
You will get your stars and be added to the side table momentarily. |
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Post by Birdflame on Jul 16, 2013 10:16:57 GMT -5
Name: Birdflame
Position: RiverClan med cat
Gender: Female
Appearance: Abyssinian she-cat with amber eyes
Personality: kind and caring though easily annoyed
Staff Experince: I've been an admin of one site and I have been a medicine cat on other sites
Have you been on a warriors site/staffed before?: yes and yes
Skills: Enforcing the rules and making sure new members get the right info
Activity: 6/7 (unless something comes up in my life and I can't be online T^T)
RP Sample: Birdflame padded into the medicine cat’s den with her mouth full of herbs that she had found. She spread them out on the den floor, her back turned to the entrance and started to organise them. ”Catmint... How did I manage to get this stuff? she muttered. She blinked her amber eyes as she heard a sound. ”Hello? she asked, spinning around. No one, just as always. It seemed like she was not needed, there were not too many cats in the clan.
She turned back to her herbs and neatly put them into their piles. She picked them up and carefully placed them into the den walls. Having nothing else to do, she went to her nest and plopped down, though she was not tired.
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Post by Foxstar on Jul 16, 2013 10:18:45 GMT -5
Accepted.
You are RiverClan's Medicine Cat
You will get your stars and be added to the side table momentarily. |
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Post by Adderstripe on Jul 16, 2013 20:01:38 GMT -5
Name: Adderstripe
Position: WindClan Deputy
Gender: male/tom
Appearance: redish fur, white stripes, blue eyes
Personality: Good leader, kind, but also strict
Staff Experince: I have been a co-admin and an admin of some other warrior/wolf sites
Have you been on a warriors site/staffed before?: yes/yes
Skills: Enforcing rules and helping new members
Activity: 7 /7
RP Sample:
Rose looked down at the RosadaPack nursery floor and sighed. As usual, she didn’t see anything. All she wanted to do was see. All of the colors and sights that her mother told her about, Rose would never get to see any of them. Why do I have to be blind?! she always thought angrily. She didn’t blame any of her family, they didn’t do anything. It was her fault for being... weird. Her father had a right to hate her, but it still hurt. Her own father had tried to kill her.
Being blind was hard for Rose. But in the past moon Rose had learned to deal with her blindness, thanks to her mother. Even though her mother encouraged her to keep on trying to interact with the other pups, Rose never could make any friends.
She got up from the spot she was lying down in. The thought always came to her. Is she my real mother? It never seemed right. Why would mother want someone like father? And her mother didn’t seem much like herself. Her mother wasn’t blind. Her father wasn’t blind. Then why was she blind?
Rose walked forward to where she thought was the entrance of the nursery. 4 moons in the nursery had been just enough to memorize the inside of it. She sat down and leaned against the wall. She closed her eyes. Whenever she didn’t close her eyes, it seemed like she was staring. Staring was strange and she didn’t want to be stranger than she thought she was.
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Post by Foxstar on Jul 16, 2013 20:05:39 GMT -5
Accepted.
You are WindClan's Deputy
You will get your stars and be added to the side table momentarily. |
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Post by Flarestar on Jul 17, 2013 0:16:22 GMT -5
Name: Flarestar Position: ShadowClan Leader Gender: Female Appearance: Orange and white tabby she-cat with amber eyes Personality: Strongheaded, strict, loyal Staff Experince: I have been an admin, a leader etc. on other sites, but most of them have died Have you been on a warriors site/staffed before?: Yes Skills: Enforcing rules, moderating and skins Activity: 6/7 RP Sample: Her amber eyes blinked open to the world around her. She slowly rose her head as her mouth parted into a rather large yaw. The leader got to her paws, arched her back just before padding towards the entrance of her den. As she reached the edge of her den, she quickly scanned her camp. Her eyes dotted back and forth a couple of times before the orange tabby settled down onto her hind legs, wrapping her tail around her paws. Her eyes were slits, not because she was angered or mad, merely because she was enjoying the silence. She listed to the winds blow through her fur. Nothing was more peaceful than this moment right here. |
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Post by Aurafrost on Jul 17, 2013 5:06:24 GMT -5
Name: Aurafrost/Star
Position: Deputy/Leader
Gender: Female
Appearance: gray birman, dark blue eyes, black face and tail, dark brown legs with white paws. Long fur
Personality: Aurafrost is like her name sounds, distant and icy, she prefers to stay in the shadows and watch other cats from afar, Rebuffing any sort of romance she holds any and all potential mates at arms well tails length. Her voice is cold and distant like the stars in the sky, not one for starting fights, when one is started she is commited to the side that she has chosen.
Staff Experince: Been an admin on TFC, made several of my own sites from scratch
Have you been on a warriors site/staffed before?: Staffed on TFC as Phoenixstar, been on several other warrior cat sites
Skills: Moderating, Enforcing rules, Fairness,
Activity: 6 1/2/7
RP Sample:
The elegant cat stepped into the camp, her head lifted high and proud, the burman female was cold and indifferent to the queens in the nursery. Sure they demanded her respect but that did not mean that she would ever join them. The female cat wrinkled her nose in disgust, kits. She thought to herself, she would never want to be tied down with such annoying, loud pesky and dirty things. They were much better as apprentices because then at least they showed some degree of respect. The icy female had once been loving and kind but that had been cut out of her when she had been an apprentice and she had witnessed her first battle, her sister Sablepaw had been slaughtered by a merciless thunderclan cat and after that she had become more shadowy and cold.Her personality also became more ruthless and cold. However as she walked through the camp stepping light footedly the dark hearted fae gave no thought to the past and continued with the here and now.
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Post by Cheetahfur on Jul 17, 2013 5:26:18 GMT -5
Name: Cheetahfur
Position: Med Cat of WindClan
Gender: Female
Appearance: Honey coloured with solid black spots
Personality: Nice and sweet most of the time.
Staff Experince: Been Med Cat before for 1 year before my dad forced me to delete my account.
Have you been on a warriors site/staffed before?: Yes and yes
Skills: Rule enforcing.
Activity: 7/7
RP Sample:
Cheetahfur dashed out of camp as she heard tiny mewlings and shrieks. Using her ears to guide her, she clambered up a tall tree and found two small kits, bloodied and injured, mewling as if their hearts were going to break. " It's alright, it's alright." Cheetahfur tried to comfort them, but their shrieks kept on going on. She scooped them up and dashed back to camp. Suddenly, she spotted red fur flash from inside the trees. Frantically looking around, she spotted a old fox growling and nearing her, it's eyes on the kits. "Oh no you don't!" she spat, dropping the kits on some soft leaves. She reared up and slashed the fox's muzzle. The fox darted forward and bit her shoulder. Summoning all her strength, she let out a hiss like thunder and butter her head to the side of the fox's body. The fox yelped and ran back into the forest, tail between legs. She scooped up the kits again and headed home. "It's alright." she whispered as she dropped them in front of the nursery. "From now on, I am your mother."
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Post by Foxstar on Jul 17, 2013 8:01:38 GMT -5
So this will be in the order the three of you posted. So it will be Flare, then Aurafrost then Cheetahfur. Accepted.
You are ShadowClan's Leader
You will get your stars and be added to the side table momentarily. Accepted.
You are ...Clan's Deputy
You will get your stars and be added to the side table momentarily. Sorry Denied.
You are to remain a kit
I believe you are not that experience and not prepared to be a Med. Cat on CoL. |
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Post by Lionstrike on Jul 17, 2013 11:19:34 GMT -5
Name: Lionstrike
Gender: Male
Appearance: Orange with yellow eyes
Personality: Sweet, tough, and nice
Activity: 7/7
RP Sample:
Lionstrike sat outside of camp, listening to the sounds of the forest. It was quite peaceful, and he usually came out there to escape everything. He sighed and wondered if he should go on a patrol or not since it was almost sunhigh. He padded back into camp and looked around for the Deputy. He spotted him and walked over with a proud stride in his step. "May I go on the hunting patrol?" He politely asked and off they went into the territory.
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Post by Foxstar on Jul 17, 2013 11:21:14 GMT -5
Accepted.
You are a ThunderClan Warrior
You will get your stars momentarily. |
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Post by Frostflower on Jul 17, 2013 11:27:02 GMT -5
Name: Frostflower Position: RiverClan deputy Gender: She-cat Appearance: She's rather fluffy-looking,semi-long haired white pelted cat with ice blue eyes. She seems to have a tiny bit of silver in her pelt when wet. Personality: She's a motherly cat who'd do anything for her loved ones, and fights swiftly in battle - however, she thinks before she acts. She has a rather passive-aggressive personality, and thinks everyone is unique. Also, Frosty always makes time for the kits, seeing how much she would want her own. Staff Experience: I have been an admin on many sites,including Power of Three Clans, Wolves of Bloodlust and so forth. Have you been on a warriors site/staffed before?: Yes/Yes Skills: I need to sharpen my Skin-making skills, but I'm good at art and I am a very experienced roleplayer. Activity: 6/7 RP Sample: The pure white she-cat skimmed the rippling blue waves of the river below her paws for any signs of the silvery, good fish that swam inside of it. Her blue eyes darted back and forth quickly for any signs of the sunlight reflecting off the shiny prey. But none came. Her tensed body was still stiff just in case as she waited another couple minutes. But still, nothing came. No silver shine, no splash, no fish. She blinks a couple times, confused. Usually she could have caught or at least seen two fish by now. Perhaps if I splash the water they will swim out of any hiding places...they don't like noise...she thought to herself as she raised a paw and slapped the water with it, The noise reverberated in the water, and one,lone,oh so unlucky silver fish swam out from behind it's hiding spot, right into the reach of her extended claws. Frostflower brung her paw up quickly,bringing the fish into the air so she could catch it in her mouth, which she quickly does. She smiles to herself,obviously satisfied. "There....I knew something wasn't wrong..."she hums softly to herself as she padded away back to camp, to feed the hungry kits waiting for her. That good enough?  |
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Post by Foxstar on Jul 17, 2013 11:44:20 GMT -5
Accepted.
You are RiverClan's Deputy
You will get your stars and be added to the side table momentarily. |
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Post by Longstripe on Jul 17, 2013 18:09:39 GMT -5
Name: fye - longstripe
Position: thunderclan deputy
Gender: male
Appearance: gray tabby maine coon with slightly lighter paws and belly. pale green eyes and a very long tail.
Personality: good leader, fierce, willing to die for his clan, hard on the outside but not on the inside, only trusts his friends.
Staff Experince: i've been staff on several sites before
Have you been on a warriors site/staffed before?: yes/yes
Skills: i'm good at enforcing the rules, and i'm an experienced roleplayer.
Activity: 6/7
RP Sample:
longstripe scented the air. he was out in the territory, hunting for his clan. thunderclan. the air was warm and thick, but rich with prey scents of many kinds. he heard scurrying creatures race around him, giving him a wide berth. some even below his paws, in their secret tunnels.
the tom pinpointed a squirrel. his favorite. he stealthily dropped into the hunters crouch, and stalked forward silently. hunting reminded him of his apprentice days. hunting and battle training in the clear green-leaf air. his fondest memory was when his mentor was teaching him to hunt. he smiled at the thought. as an apprentice, he was a proud tom. he was boating that he could catch the biggest squirrel in the forest. his mentor had smiled and told him to show her his crouch. he was lopsided, and his rump was in the air. then she had laughed quietly, that day, i caught a mouse.
longstripe pounced, cutting off the squirrels squeal when he bit it's neck, hearing a crunch. he grinned, looking down at the squirrel. it was quite big. plump with green-leaf seeds and nuts, and its fur was soft. it would be easy to digest, if a cat couldn't spit the fur out. the gray tabby tom nosed away some soil, uncovering his other prey. a mouse and another squirrel. he grabbed the squirrels by their necks, careful not to pierce the skin. it would be too tempting. then he grabbed the mouse by it's tail.
longstripe wasn't far from thunderclan camp. he was there in what seemed like a few heartbeats, and soon he felt the cool grass, soaking his striped legs with dawn dew. he dropped the pre on the fresh-kill pile, picking the squirrel up. as the warrior code instructed, he padded up a small slope, until he reached the woven den of the elders. he dropped the squirrel by the entrance, hearing some satisfied grunts from inside. he smiled. i hope tomorrow has good hunting as well. we don't want anyone to get hungry, he thought, looking up to the sky. thank you starclan, for this wonderful hunt.
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