Post by oblivion on Jan 2, 2010 18:57:40 GMT -5
username;; echoIs it ok if the RP came from another site? If not, just tell me and I'll write up a new one ^^
position wanted;; MassecreClan Deputy
why you want it;; I usually alternate between the deputy and medicine cat apprentice. But, I have more experience as deputies as I've been able to RP them a bit more. Plus, since the site's still quite new, I thought it would make more sense to be one I would be more familiar with.
activity;; I can get on all my sites everyday, even after school starts again, usually around afternoon and night, or in the morning before school when I check for any updates that might have happened since the night before.
rp example;;
A pale ginger furred shape glided silently across the ground, leaving only faint indents in the snow. Fresh snow swiftly covered up its tracks as it fell soundlessly through the large gaps in the canopy. The leaves had long abandoned their branches, now hidden beneath the crystalline crust that had formed. Either that or they had already decomposed, adding to the frozen dirt. The tom lifted his gaze from the powder beneath his paws, raking the surrounding undergrowth. Ears pricked, his whiskers quivered slightly as he tasted the numbing air, listening for the smallest sounds in the still silence of the dawn. Faint light fell down upon the bare forest, telltale signs of the rising sun. The rays reflected on the snow-covered earth, causing the whole area to glimmer like a thousand diamonds.
The glow caught in the tom's vivid amber eyes. Catching fire, they burned an intense orange, blazing like the sun itself. They were his namesake, the twin fireballs, set in his fur covered face. Flarestorm. He took in another deep breath, ignoring the cold that filled him as he did so. Leafbare was leafbare--there was nothing that could be done to stop the cold that grasped the whole land in its icy hold. Nothing but to make do, and to keep fighting. Hadn't he always been fighting? Ever since the very beginning. Play-fighting with his denmates, fighting over what game to play, arguing about why he couldn't do this thing or that, fighting in training as an apprentice, hunting--which was basically like fighting prey--, fighting against the traitor Granitefang, fighting to prove himself, fighting for a place outside of a clan, fighting to come back, fighting to achieve his goals, for what he believed in. Then again, that was the life of a warrior.
Underneath his leafbare coat, muscles rippled, though there were sleek and sinewy. But other than that, there was nothing other than bones, the effects of the current weather despite the fact that it had only just started. After being exiled for--how long? 6-moons--he was somewhat familiar with the gnawing hunger. Most of the more prey-populated areas was dominated by one of the four clans. It was for that reason that he could stand on the snow without sinking too far down. That and how he had always been a tad on the smaller side.
Noiselessly wending his way through the trees, the limp body of a shrew hung from his jaws, pitifully scrawny. You would think they'd be a bit plumper, seeing as they spend half the day burrowing underground he mused to himself. Hard to catch, always hiding away beneath the soil...why couldn't they be more satisfying? Frustration flickered through his intense amber eyes, though it was replaced almost imm[/blockquote]
