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Post by Oblivion on Jun 23, 2009 10:01:42 GMT -5
Here is the code for Leadership Applications.
Name: Clan: Personality: Description: History: RP Example: (at LEAST ten sentences. Make them descriptive))
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Post by Tearstar on Jun 23, 2009 11:00:27 GMT -5
Alrighty, here's my leader app.
Name: Tearstar
Clan: Shadowclan
Personality: Tearruler is quiet and reserved, yet she can speak her mind when needed. She can be very open minded when it's needed, and when needed she isn't afraid to speak what comes to mind. Otherwise she is very, very reserved. She doesn't easily trust and she doesn't let anyone get close to her. She is more a loner then a leader, but alpha blood runs through her veins. Her late father was the leader before he died, and she wanted to follow in his pawsteps and become alpha herself. Besides being reserved, there is also another side to Tear. She is very caring and motherly, which might just be instinct, yet she'll go out of her way to protect those in need, which might just be the instinct of an leader. For whatever reason, Tear will never hesitate when it comes to the safety of others, more importantly those who she leads.
Description: Tearstar, or just called Tear by most of her clan, is known as "The Snow White Beauty of the Shadows". She is stark white, her fur makes it so she's invisible in the snow or in blinding light, but in the darkness of Shadowclan terra she sticks out like a sore thumb. She has dark eyes though. Her eyes are onyx black, seeming to be to be the only abnormal thing about Tear that's truly visible. Her ears are shaped to a perfect point, her paws are large and strong to support her body. Her build is slender and lanky, yet hard muscles ripple underneath her fur like waves of the sea. Her legs are strong and powerful, allowing her to reach great speeds. Her tail is long and is covering with billowing white fur, which seems to be a darker shade, almost an ivory, then the rest of the fur that cloaks her skin. The only other abnormality about her body is her claws, which are an equally stark white. There is also a pink, fading, scar on her right hip she acquired when she was just a kit.
History: Tear's history isn't the greatest history you will hear. Her life started out normally, then spiraled into disaster. She was the only kit born to her parents, her father in which was the leader of Shadowclan while she was growing up. In her adolescence years, her mother was killed by a cat she will never forget the face of. The cat was pitch black, a mocking raven perched on his shoulder, wearing a blood-stained grin on his muzzle. After her mother was attacked, her father fell ill. The cause was by a disease that was never seen by any of the creatures of the forest. The healer had said that the disease was caused by grief, and that he would come out of it eventually. Well her father soon died after the assumption was made. When Tear found her father's body, there perched on a tree over the corpse, was the same mocking raven as before. Ever since that day, Tear has experienced a deep hatred for ravens.
RP Sample: "Die Raven!" Tear growled, another raven caught under her paws. The raven cawed and squawked, yet no good or help came of it. Tear crouched down, her fangs just inches away from the bird's throat, then a twig snapped and she released the raven; which retreated into the sky, cawing angrily at the she-cat. Tearstar just stood there, her muscled tightened as she prepared herself for what may be to come. Appearing out of the shadows like black smoke, was the cat. The pitch black tom whom had caused her so much pain and so much grief. She growled at the cat, her fangs bared and shining in the sun. The tom just chuckled, a slight vibration of his throat, as a raven perched on his shoulder. "You my dear, you are the last of your bloodline, the last of the Tear family line. Do you know why you were called Tearstreaker before you were called 'Leader'?" then he paused, almost as if waiting for her to reply to his question, "You were named as such because you will cry as you are the last of your family. You will die because of that as well. You will die little kit, you and your precious clan will die." Tear growled and pounced at the cat, but he seemed to disappear in black smoke. Tear hissed, then turned and bound back towards her clan's grounds as fast as her legs would allow her to.
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Post by Oblivion on Jun 23, 2009 11:36:30 GMT -5
okay, next? i will make the decisions at the end of this week
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Post by Oblivion on Jun 24, 2009 15:29:29 GMT -5
just some info to know right now... there are three cats and they all live as royalty.... the other cats come to us for knowledge and when they die, they are kept safe by you, Comatose Oblivion, me, is the one that brings demise and once Xeris gets a good name for a cat then she will be like life or something...
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Post by bloodribbon on Jun 24, 2009 18:25:53 GMT -5
Name: Bloodstar
Clan: FireClan
Personality: Blood is a complex personality she-cat. She is first a kit, leading her clan into a great bond, that could never be broken. She is nice, and will help anyone out, no matter what. She plays with the kits, as if she was one of them. She is second a warrior surrounded by many. She works her hardest, to not be seen for the Leader she is, but one of her own clan. She hates formalities, from her own clan. She is brash, rude, and very blunt, never hiding the truth. She never tries to talk somecat out of what they want to do, only talk about the pros or cons. She is hyper, happy, and loyal. She never would break a trust bond, not even if she had to die. She lives with the clan, she is the one who brings them together no matter what.
However, there is a dark side to this somewhat bright cat. She is a brutal fighter, and not the most sane. Some times called 'The killer', her tactics rival genius to kill a opponent. She herself is aware of this 'alter ego' and talks to it. She made it apart of herself, but she always lets her other side have a say, even on the most ridiculous things. She is quite modest, almost to the point, one could say she has drastically low self-esteem. She always puts her clan first, and always puts her life second.
Her alter ego, is only heard, and sometimes seen by herself. She has learned to deal with her shortcomings with pride. She has horrible memory, almost forgetting everyone's names. She is clumsy, always tripping over thin air. She also has a habit of running into things, laughing in a awkward silence (or just silence), talking to herself, eye twitches, and so on.
She however, is a prideful cat, if secretly. She is almost scary to those who need help, but in the end, after trashing their egotisical prideful selves, she teaches humility, and in the end, she become some one they would never want to loose.
Description: She is a normal cat, with her black fur. She however grew stranger and stranger. Her blood red eyes, had always been there, scaring the living daylights out of strangers. They are always bright with something, giving the appearance they are shining. Her paws, have little furry red rings around them. The hide her small paws, sometimes, and she has always wondered why they were like that. Her tail, has a ring of red around it. She sticks out like a thorn in a paw pad, in her forest, but her stealthy nature, of popping up next to people, has always given her a advantage.
History: When she was born, she had little, a mother who only wanted to make her some type of kittypet, while her father wanted her to fight. She wanted neither, only wanted to read. Her brothers and sisters chose between her mother and father. She chose neither. She had learned all she could, from her mother's vain personality and her father's obsessive nature. Her mother didn't let up, seeing the perfect show cat in front of her. She was originally a warrior, strong and proud, put turned into a kittypet in a instant. Her father was a leader of a city clan, and he wanted to make his family into the perfect soldiers. Her mother didn't agree and a family war started. Blood, then called Blackie, loved to berate them from the sidelines. She truely didn't care for this whole feud and dismissed it.
Her mother, Snowy, was a graceful fighter, something never seen before in the clan. The clan called, StreetClan, was full of kittypets and rouges. her father was a brutal fighter, almost always killing his opponent. Sooner than later her father said that her brothers killed each other, while her sisters lived the life of pampered show cats. However, she knew the truth. To save her friend, her only friend in the clan, she killed her two brothers. She felt no remorse, cause she hated their guts. Her sisters soon were found murdered, and her mother as well. Her father faced her, and told that he figured it out, and was going to kill her. She laughed, and fought with her father, succeding in killing him. This fight was shown in front of everyone. She disbanded the clan, learning that her friend left and was killed by her human for a incurable disease (cancer), and she left on her own.
RP Example:
My sleek black paws padded across the rooftops. I was invisible to these idiots, my red showing through roughly. It was the only flaw in my pelt, if it could be called such a word. I found it individual, unique. There was nothing wrong with it in my opinon. I learned where my brothers lived, and padded closer to the fighting alley. I heard disgusting yowls, pure anger and with the fuel of the fight. I snorted in contempt. Such idiocy, could only come from my father's body. My red eyes stared down at the two fighting cats. My brother, was easily playing with some other tom. The other tom was practically dead from bloodloss, but he kept fighting. I snorted slightly, and jumped down to the wobbly fence. My second brother looked up and nodded, from his spot watching over the fight. He didn't irk me as much, as my other brother, Lian did. Lian and Liam, were dang twins and it was hard to find the difference. Until you heard their voices. They were so different, a deaf kit could tell the difference.
Padding down to the lower levels, a few mangy toms stood cheering on the fight. I sneered, almost disgusted at this. It wasn't surprising to see cats fight to the death anymore, and honestly, it didn't seem right without it. My red eyes surveyed the scene as a dual fight was called. Lian who was fighting, looked up at Liam and the other cat's teammate pointed to me. They looked practically shocked, but I knew they thought I was going to be easy to win against.
It was simple, you fight when you are challenged and fight when your not. Padding up to Lian he grunted a hello as the fight started. I raced forward smacking the yellow cat under his chin. Kicking my legs forward I kicked him over and scratched his stomach. In two seconds, his throat had a giant hole in it, and blood was dripping from my mouth. The fight went silent, as I was rumored to be a pretty queen and not a fighter. I turned to the other, and walked forward. I said nothing, but slapped him across his face, making his head wrench to the side. Weakened with his earlier fight with my brother, who was standing almost laughing at their misfortune, he fell to the ground. Easily killing him in the same way, I tapped my paw twice infront of the last dead body signalling the fight was over. I simply stared at the cats who were still silent, as I knew they didn't want to be next.
It was ridiculous but I left, my paws spinning to the side as I walked away from the alleyway, a blood trail from my muzzle, lighting the way as the street lights illumnated the horrible truth of the two bodies.
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Post by Oblivion on Jun 24, 2009 19:18:16 GMT -5
like i said, friday leaders will be decide, until then, have fun in the general boards and what not
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Post by Wolfclaw on Jun 24, 2009 19:39:16 GMT -5
Name: Wolfstar Clan: Streamclan Age: 37 moons Personality: Wolfstar is nice and caring, but will be strict i f needed. He makes sure his clan is well fed and healthy, and will work hard if needed. He is tough and strong willed, and can fight really well. The thing is that he doesent like to follow the warrior code, but often tries to. He likes to often go for walks at night, liking peacefulness and being alone. Description: Wolfstar is a small tom with a gray and brown pelt. He has long crooked whikers and a tear in both of his ears. He has some scars on his nose, feet and tail. His eyes are pale green and always alert. History: Wolfstar was born a kittypet. One day, around apprentice age, he was about to be taken to the cutter when he jumped out of the car and ran into the woods. He was discovered by Streamclan and taken in. He fought his way to become a warrior, getting nearly killed during a battle before he was about to become a warrior. He eventullay became deputy, and when Streamclan's leader died, he became leader. RP Example: Wolfstar sighed. The clan was healthy and happy. Kits playing in camp, warriors chatting and queens sharing tounges. Nothing was happening. He then stood up and took a stretch. He told his deputy that he would be going out and headed for the camp entrance. He took in the fresh smell of the forest, the leaves brushing his fur. Then the scent hit him. Rabbit! He ran towards the smell, then got into a hunters croutch. He snuck on the groung, getting ready to leap. He sprang up catching the creature in his paws. He took it in his jaws and headed back to camp. Pic: www.freewebs.com/oddbookgirl/Jaysong.jpg
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Post by Oblivion on Jun 25, 2009 8:13:46 GMT -5
heheh welcome syd also, just so you guys know, If there are open leader spots, I might have to make a double account XD Syd, can you change your name to Wolfstar for now? and if it isn't accepted, then you can change it to some other thing. Like Wolfclaw XD Oakkit misses him by the way
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Post by Wolfclaw on Jun 25, 2009 15:04:46 GMT -5
So you mean you want my username Wolfstar? Thats fine. And in the thread for the contest results on Four Clans, Wolfclaw asked Oakkit if she wanted to go poke Livers!LOL
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Post by sandkit on Jun 25, 2009 15:13:13 GMT -5
Well Wolfstar then you will be my leader
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Post by Wolfclaw on Jun 25, 2009 19:04:29 GMT -5
okay
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Post by Foreverred on Jun 25, 2009 21:55:24 GMT -5
I could've sworn I posted mine here...*Sigh* I don't have a back up copy either...
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Post by neko on Jun 26, 2009 20:34:57 GMT -5
Okay, since Oblivion can't get on I'm going to pass the word on.
Tearstar, Wolfstar, and Bloodribbon, are accepted.
Keep posting your position apps, Foreverred, if you want a position, please post again.
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