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Post by Berrystar RCL on Jun 4, 2013 19:19:17 GMT
The Forbidden Warriors:
Leader Deputy Healer Lead Guards Lead Warriors
If you wish to audition, fill this out: Current Clan/Group: Current Rank: Desired Clan/Group: Desired Rank: Activity: /10 Role-play Sample:
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Post by |:| Exuberantpaw |:| on Jun 21, 2013 1:04:15 GMT
If you wish to audition, fill this out: Current Clan/Group: Forbiddin forest Current Rank: Guard Desired Clan/Group: Forbidden forest Desired Rank: Deputy Activity: 10/10 Role-play Sample: There's a special color for blood isn't there? Drip ...... Drip..... Drip. A certain crimson. Like the sun as it just sinks despairingly beneath the horizon. Roulette had always enjoyed that color. Now she was that exact shade, a crushing scarlet. Blood poured from who knows where like a wave. She was swimming in the real Red Sea. The scent like a mettalic poison, filling her scent glands. Invading her petite body. Her maw opened in a shrill piercing wail, its scource the distress of this vibrant nightmare, She feared had come alife in her own little reality. As it hit her in the face she choked on its sickly mixture of iron, oxygen, and pain. This moment is when the whispers came like a crowd of people at the operay after its actors take there final bows. As she looked around crimson eyes broke through the darkness and seven cats strolled out, One black as the darkest midnight sky on a starless night. One the color of freshly fallen powdered snow. Two, Twins perhaps of a brindle shade mixing and entwining like a work of art. Then a orange tom with massive paws and a flame colored pelt. A small measly cat with silver fur like the stars themselves. Then the largest of all a smoky tuxedo cat with scars from many battles escaped. Untill now. You have let the rivers run red....... "No! Stop go away your not real! I'm not that cat anymore!" What you have done you must repay! "No, i'm not a healer anymore!" she wailed out loud. Seven years and seven lives let one die and you'll be mine......... The voices appeared to Chant, and sway like leaves in Autumn right before they fall. The word mine was tossed about from mouth to mouth over and over again, rolling over many tongues. Her vision faded as she swirled awake.
She woke up screaming with no sound the abillaty to speak long forgotton. Her voice was cracked and brittle. As bone dry as the sahara desert in the dry season. She almost didnt know where she was...! What with the nightmare, and the fact that she was covered in blood,. Her favorite shade too, the white she cat was as crimson as the wave in the dream. As she looked around she knew its scource. She knew it as well as she knew the back of her paw. The history of the beautiful scarlet matter wasn't the dream. It was the seven dead cats laying limp around her. They hadnt even screamed yet their still eyes already looked like the gnarled hollow eyes of the dead. Only these eyes in there varying shades of green and amber all showed the terror they had felt. The horror they knew as her black ivorys ripped through their tender flesh goring their bodies, in ways no other cat would have ever dreamed up. The worst part was she knew she had done this to them, now she would have to fix her mistake. "Life wasn't easy but it's gonna be a hell of a ride snowflake" she mocked her mothers old saying with disgust ending it with her own snappy "The key word is Hell, mother" she suddenly felt the urge to laugh. A boom of an psychotic laugh filled the forest of pines and maples and even the occasional sycamore. Birds of every species known to this region, flocked away from the sound. It's likely they were fearing the noise of her laughter. Yet she pretended they fled her cruelty not her commotion. She looked up at the sky and the voices seemed to echo in an undying manner of applause. Seven years....Seven lives let one die, You'll be mine. with a final glance at the limp already rotting corpses around her she knew with striking assurance they had given her a warning. In respect she memorized there faces. One black as the darkest midnight sky on a starless night. One the color of freshly fallen powdered snow. Two, Twins perhaps of a brindle shade mixing and entwining like a work of art. Then a orange tom with massive paws and a flame colored pelt. A small measly cat with silver fur like the stars themselves. Then the largest of all a smoky tuxedo cat with scars from many battles escaped. Untill now.
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edge
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Post by edge on Jun 21, 2013 1:23:38 GMT
Current Clan: Forebidden Forest Current Rank: Guard Desirred Clan: Forebidden Forest (still) Desirred Rank: Deputy Activity: 10/10
Rp Sample: Edge patrolled the area near the twolegs nests the smell of the monsters clinging to the air.He opened his maw as the scent of a kittypet hit his glands he dashed after the trail. As Edge aproached the cat he looked the scraggily tomcat in the eyes, his own gaze blazing with hatred. "I'll rake every single hair from your pelt." he sneered parting his maw to reveal his fangs pointing from his gums, he could smell the cat's fear scent and the slight trembling of his slender body. Before the tom could do anything Edge had Leaped at him his claws pinning him at the throat. "Such a waste of life." The cat writhed beneath his weight. "Struggling will only make this harder..For you." Edge's voice boomed and echoed with laughter as he drove his hooked claws into the intruder's neck. Blood dripped from the tom's neck as he tryed moving away. "I'm Not finished with you house cat!" Edge said swipeing his paw over the bridge of the tom's nose. "Stand up and Fight Or share your kin's fate." Edge rammed the cat into the wall pinning him to it, his claws digging deeply into his shoulders. The tom raised his head. "I'm not like you." the tom said. Edge could feel his blood boiling he took his fangs and dug them into the tom's throat ending it as quickly as it started
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