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Wonderful! Accepted!



The profile looks great, however, gem names are no longer allowed because cats are not supposed to know human terms of gems. However, an acceptable alternative would be a form of green, such as jade.

alright i'll find something else.. if it's okay, i don't want to use jade. it's too cliche and such. I'm going with Clover since they go with her eyes.

Hi guildmembers! I'm Artemis and I originally RP'ed on the official warriors RP site but it kept crashing my computer so I RP on Gaia now. I am a fairly advanced player and I always try to write in a formal format.

I haven't RP'ed with a guild that has time based adventures so that will be fairly new to me. I will try to always follow the rules the best I can. Here is my cat:

Name: Amberfang (female)
Fur Color/ Length: Burnt Orange with darker stripes, Short hair
Clan: I would like to apply for Stormclan
Eye Color: Silver
Personality: Amberfang is serious about loyalty, but actually quite accepting and forgiving of anything else.
Top Three Traits:
1. Loyal
2. Cunning
3. Curious
In a word, my cat is...
Arrogant
Weaknesses (at least 2)
1. Amberfang isn't that great at hunting...
2. She can tend to be a bit impatient with other cats at times.
Age: 29 moons
Play:

A soft and warm wind blew between the clearing where Amberfang sat, watching the patch of earth in front of her intently. Today would be the day when she would prove to the others that she could hunt. However, as nothing stirred in the grass, her ears began to twitch with annoyance. Just a couple of mice... she thought to herself, Then I can go back. Suddenly, a quick flash of brown ran across Amberfang's field of vision. With an ecstatic growl, she pounced on it. Without thinking, she tore into her prey, which was now as she realized nothing more than a clump of grass she had up rooted. With a sigh, she padded back to camp. Maybe I'll just go on border patrols from now on...



So that is basically Amberfang. She actually has another backstory but it's a bit far-fetched to use based on the rules.

Amberfang has actually been the deputy of several different clans in the past and that's the position I would eventually like to be. However, I would like to apply for a warrior position.

My only question is whether I will be able to jump into the clan immediately, or whether I will have to be a loner who has to go through the warrior training.

Thanks for everything! I look forward to becoming a member of the next chapter.

First and foremost, thank you for being interested in Roleplaying here! We'll note that you're interested in a deputy position, but keep in mind currently that position is filled; it will open up at some point in the future, I'm sure, but we can't say when really. Depends on how fast or slow the roleplay goes. In any case, we can't promise you the position seeing as we pick cats/owners who are active and willing for the position. You fall under the willing category, and time will tell if you're active! C:

Second, when it comes to cat biographies, we actually have a template posted on the first page of this thread. If you look at the other biographies, they're all filled out the same way. Considering the fact that this is your first time here, I'll fill some of it out to show you what I mean.
I'm using silver, orange, and black based on your description of her, but you can choose three other colors for her profile if you wish.


. : About Me : .

My name is Amberfang.
I'm a proud member of StormClan.
I'm a female, I should know.
I'm 29 moons.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include (unknown {you fill this part in}).

. : A Little Bit More : .

My favorite things!
(Likes, bullet form)

My least favorite things...
- Hunting

And, my fears.
(Fears, bullet form)

. : Getting Personal : .

I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
(Personality, paragraph form. No less than 6 sentences)
Amberfang is serious about loyalty, but actually quite accepting and forgiving of anything else.
(You'll need to add 5 more sentences here)

It's what I am, like it or not.
(Appearance, paragraph form. At least 5 sentences)
Amberfang is a burnt orange tabby with dark stripes, She has silver eyes and short hair.
(you'll need to add 3 more sentences here)

My history, don't go poking around!
(Biography, paragraph form. At least 6 sentences)

As you can see you'll have to fill in some of the blanks.

We require biographies to be posted like this so we can review all of the things about your cat & accept or reject them accordingly.
I'll need you to fill this out more if you want her to be accepted!
For your convenience, here's the code for the profile I just made for her (you highlight it and click copy, then paste it in your next post):



Finally, you can start roleplaying once she is accepted. You don't have to start as a rogue and earn rights to be a warrior (we'd actually prefer if she wasn't a rogue! We have too many rogues in StormClan at the moment ;w; ). You can just jump in as a warrior, an apprentice, or even a kitten, if you so choose. Let me know what you think, and feel free to ask questions!

Ah, sounds good! We'll add her to the lists.

As a side note, you should go ahead and make a Member Profile C: Your Member Profile keeps track of all your cats, including things that would be too lengthy to include in their general Cat biographies. You can even store your posting styles in there too. This thread will explain how to set one up, but if you get confused, I'd be more than happy to help you through it.

Welcome to WTNC! I look forward to roleplaying with you. whee

. : About Me : .

My name is Foxflight.
I'm a proud member of Stormclan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 31 moons.
I'm a Warrior.
My kin include Gingerpelt (father), Cottonclaw (mother; deceased), Lionsong (brother, deceased), Reedtail (sister), Oakcall (brother)..

. : A Little Bit More : .

My favorite things!

● Making time to visit her fathers among other elders.
● Running in the early morning and late afternoon.
● Rabbit.
● Scaling trees and finding an exposed limb to bask in the sun.
● Learning new things.

My least favorite things...

● Slackers.
● Large snakes.
● Boastful types.
● A crowd where there seems to be more enemies than friends.
● Rejection.
● Choking up on her words and not being able to say what she wants.

And, my fears.

● Ambushes.
● Receiving bad news that someone dear to her has passed.
● Drowning. She is a poor swimmer.
● Irrational monsters lurking around camp.

. : Getting Personal : .

I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Once a shy and quiet kit, this she-cat has erupted into a proud and loyal member of Stormclan. She is bold, though not so much that she is willing to jump into a quarrel without having first thought her actions through. She does her best to keep a level head and deliver necessary information and advice for anyone who may ask of it. She is still a little shy whenever it comes to someone she hardly knows. She's extremely cautious whenever it comes to meeting cats from other clans.

Foxflight is an intelligent individual. She is easily flattered, and actually hates it whenever she receives too much attention or too much praise. She'd much rather be quietly thanked with a silent nod rather than draw the attention of one or even two cats of her clan. This has made her into a humble she-cat, and one who tends to sit aside from big events within the clan. Watching her friends have fun brings her a greater happiness than if she were to actually participate in sharing tongues or a gathering.

Just because she's a little shy, doesn't mean Foxflight isn't willing to give someone a piece of her mind. Whenever started, she is willing to give her opinion. Sometimes, she can be a little to blunt and a little harsh without realizing it. If she's able to catch herself, she'll near immediately apologize and do her best to correct herself for her harsh words.

In general, she is calm and relaxed. Her shyness can be overcome by feelings of joy and excitement in which she'll gladly throw herself into a play fight. She manages to keep a kind air about her, and is extremely hard to anger. On the downside, when someone does manage to hit a nerve (which her brother, Oakcall, can do quite easily) she can go off the wall and say things that she doesn't truly mean. If thrown into an even deeper fit of rage, she may even attack though this has yet to be seen in her personality. When frightened by a larger predator or foe, she doesn't turn tail and run even if she knows she is going to lose. She is willing to stand her ground and protect her clan's name even if it means certain death, no matter how much fear she's feeling inside.


It's what I am, like it or not.
A light ginger she-cat with black stripes and olive green eyes. Her fur is soft and long, with the base color consisting mostly of a light brownish red. A black strip runs from the top of her of her head and follows her spinal cord midway at her neck. Her tail is tipped black and a few small black streaks run across her back, her paws are dipped in white and her lower jaw is white. The white follows down her throat and stops around her chest, slightly leaking to her armpits. Her tail is puffy much like a fox's.

My history, don't go poking around!
Foxflight first started off just as any Warrior does, as a kit. Birthed to two Warriors, Gingerpelt and Cottonclaw, Foxkit was the last born out of a litter of four. For most of her kit days, she was reluctant to escape the nursery and venture into the outside world for fear of being snatched up by large predatory birds. Thanks to her being birthed last, she had the privilege of being the runt of the litter and was often thrown around and easily dominated by her stronger siblings. This treatment was something she deeply hated, especially since the oldest male, Oakkit, always did his best to beat her up. Her development as a kit was slow, and there were a number of times where her death seemed eminent due to illness. Somehow, the little kit always managed to pull out alive.

In later moons, still during her kithood. The youngest of the two brothers began to take a kinder attitude towards Foxkit. He nurtured her, and even taught her tricks that the apprentices were performing whenever he spied on them.

One particular night, Oakkit escaped the nursery whenever the queens had their attention diverted to a quarrel between two clan cats. In doing so, he beckoned for Foxkit to follow. She did, and off they went into the fields alone. They went on and on, the familiar scent of the camp slowly distanced itself from them until Foxkit could no longer even pick up a scent path of her own clan cats. She grew weary, and often suggested for her and her brother to head back to camp, but he refused. They ended up so far away, that Foxkit would never be able to make it back on her own. So, she unwillingly continued following the young tom until he came to a halt, nodded and looked back at her saying that the leader had told him to give her a special assignment. Being so young, Foxkit was gullible so she immediately swelled with pride at the fact that the leader wanted her to do something special. Her brother convinced her that the leader would turn her right into a warrior, and all the little runt had to do was venture down into a dark stinky burrow until she reached a hole. Such a liar little Oakkit was, he always prided himself in tricks and when he saw his sister make her way into the tunnel he quietly snickered and covered the opening with rocks.

For days, Foxkit lay trapped in the abandoned den. Yowling and begging at the entrance for someone to help her, but no one ever came. A kit couldn't last long by itself, and she was soon starving. Back at the camp, the queens searched frantically for the lost kit. Oakkit had taken dung and smothered it all over the path so it seemed as though nothing more than an animal had made dirt in every which direction that lead to his trapped sister. By some miracle though, an older warrior stumbled across Foxkit's scent mixed with Oakkit's and quickly made his way to the den where he rescued her and brought her back home to the nursery where she was looked after by the Medicine Cat. Oakkit was severely punished. Having been made to clean out bedding, dirt, and even once he had become an apprentice he was continually punished.

Despite this act, Foxkit fully recovered and only two moons later was she made into an apprentice alongside her siblings. Foxkit, became Foxpaw and an unmistakable pride swelled in her chest this day, especially as her mentor was chosen and the two touched noses. There was simply no words to describe the excitement that flooded through her. It was almost as if she had turned into a completely different cat, though still slightly the shy little creature she once was, she was much bolder and less gullible.

Each day, Foxpaw trained as hard as she could. She aimed to please and make her fellow warriors happy, and did her best to live up to her parents swiftness and agility. Amazingly, she grew much faster than her siblings. Even so, they were still able to overpower her, but thanks to her slim size she could easily slip away from them before they were able to pin her down and deliver what would be a 'fatal blow' in a real fight. She was still weaker than them, but by far much faster than any of her siblings. She prided herself in her speed. With great balance to match, she made for an excellent hunting machine during her time as an apprentice. Always one to return with mouthfuls of food, her mother and father praised her for how well she was doing and even the last born brother and sister of hers had developed some admiration for her.

Yet, Oakpaw did not. He now held a grudge against his sister, and also liked 'showing off' by exhibiting how weak she was compared to him and the two other siblings. The youngest brother, Lionpaw, of the four began to take up for Foxpaw. This outraged Oakpaw, yet he did nothing but wallow in his hate. He merely loathed the runt from afar as she, Lionpaw, and the eldest female sibling, Reedpaw, formed strong bonds between one another. In this time, Foxpaw always did her best to form a relationship with Oakpaw, yet each time she approached him he would only his and snarl and order for her not to go near him. Still she tried, and eventually he attacked her and gave her a nice scar on her flank. Foxpaw managed to deliver a nasty blow to Oakpaw's snout, contorting his face into a permanent expression of anger and rage. No punishment was delivered for this, since the wound on Oakpaw's face would last him for the rest of his life. It was enough of an embarrassment for him, for he had lost that fight.

Many more moons went by, and soon the apprenticeship of Foxpaw had been completed. She was made into a full fledged Warrior, and the name of Foxflight was bequeathed to her. Her silent vigil went as boring as most did, and when morning came she was far to excited to get any rest. She was finally able to join the Warrior ranking cats in meals and most of them happily accepted her into the new accommodation.

As time elapsed, Foxflight became a great Warrior. She grew stronger, and even faster and more balanced as experience became instinct. Unfortunately, with every great uprising there is some sort of down fall. Lionstorm, who had become the closest to her of her four siblings, was killed during a hunting trip by two stray dogs. She was the one to discovered what remained of him, which was barely anything, and she was also the one to lay him into the ground alongside her sister, Reedtail, and her parents. For her, this was a devastating blow to her life. She had always consulted Lionsong whenever she had a problem, and now he lay in a grave as shredded bits of flesh and fur.

The disasters didn't let up even after that. Only three moons later was her mother killed by a rabid rogue who had stolen into the nursery for a free meal. Her belly was swelled with unborn kits, and her dying breaths had been used to protect the kits in the nursery. Thanks to this, Foxflight's father fell into a depression and held such a heavy heart to have lost both his love and kits that he resigned into the peaceful life of an elder. However, ever since the death of Foxflight's mother he has never been the same and some believe him to be psychologically unstable.

The three remaining siblings managed to recover. Oakpaw, who had been made into Oakcall, hadn't even mourned his mother's death, which outraged Foxflight. The two's relationship grew even more strained, and soon the she-cat simply cast him aside as though he weren't her own blood. She now holds the rest of her clan and the remaining members of her family, who she actually considers family, very close to her. She still tries her best as a warrior, and is willing to give up her life if need be done.

I made one, and my she-cat's two kits are going to be toms. But I'm not quite sure where I should start with my cats, since things seem to be going on that are rather important.