Sands and Seas [Semi-Lit Winged Cat RP] Accepting!

[Caribou.]

Nyx stumbled as she scrambled over the rocks, large black wings tucked in on her back. After a few moments, she managed to climb up the cliff, paw pads now battered and cut from the large, sharp rocks. Nyx lifted her head looked over the side, seeing a long, sparkling beach, with a few cats dipping there paws in the water, some flying over it, as if trying to catch fish. The she-cat watched them for a few moments, taking a paw-step forwards. Still looked at the cats at the water, Nyx took on more step than she needed. She slipped forwards, wings instantantly stretching out to catch her fall. But it didn't work as well as she thought. Nyx went sliding down the slope, flipping over than finally reaching the bottom. The she-cat stumbled a bit further, then collasped in a small clearing, stunned. As Nyx looked up, she saw other cats slowly looking at her from all sides. Her eyes widened, then scrambled up, only to find her self falling again from a searing pain shooting up her leg

[Dream of Eternity]

Tyzera stopped in front of them. She looked them over for a moment as she always did; assessing their muscle tone, size, and tooth length. Their unease brought a smile twitching at her lips, but she held it in. She wasn't that unkind, and was rather sensitive to embarrassment due to her kit hood. While her siblings would float and fly, she would be stuck foolishly on the ground. Watching them carelessly do what she would give everything to do.
With a blink she snapped out of her reminiscing and focused on the cats before her. "What brings you up here?" She asked, trying to not sound harsh as she usually did. They seemed so flustered it provoked rare sympathy from her.

Sparrow's ears pricked as he heard rocks falling. He immediately began to make his way over to Nyx, ears lowered in concern. His brain, so used to analyzing injuries, immediately began to assess her wounds and think of what herbs he would need. "Are you okay?" He asked. "What hurts?"

[Caribou.]

Nyx looked up in surprise, and ruffled her large wings. After a moment, she speaks again "Yeah... I'm fine. My ankle is probably just sprained, that's all" Nyx began to groom the fur on her back, smotthing out her coat and getting rid of some of the dirt. After the she-cat was done, she lifted her head and narrowed her eyes slightly "And you are?" She said simply

[Dream of Eternity]

"Sparrow, Male Commander of the Medecinal Flock. And you can't hunt for at least a day, that needs to have time to mend." He said, a bit taken aback at her un-friendliness. He continued to examine her paw, prodding it gently ever so often as he did so. He looked back up at her, waiting for a reponse.

[Caribou.]

Nyx nodded, then winced as Sparrow touched her paw. "Nice to meet you, I'm Nyx, the female commander of Hunting Flock" she managed a small smile, and then went back to a slight frown when he told her she could not hunt. 'Great...' Nyx thought as she settled down on the soft grass, trying to relax

[FoldєdPapєrHєarts]

Rayven stopped walking when Tyzera did the same, right in front of him and Flicker. He seemed to almost hesitate before answering her question; why was she acting so...nice? It was odd, hearing her voice be in something other than a harsh tone. And had she just smiled? Rayven refrained from shaking his head-this was too odd. When he finally did answer, he kept his eyes on his Commander, meeting her gaze. "Flicker has some...news, I suppose you could call it, for the Commanders. She asked me to come with her, considering it is such a long treck up here." Rayven had to make sure to keep the almost always-present defiance out of his voice, since this was his Commander that he was speaking to.

[~SilverTabbyCat~]

Username: ~SilverTabbyCat~
Cat's Name: Grace
Gender: Female
Age: 24 moons
Species: Winged Cat
Flock: Fishing Flock
Position: Female Commander
Personality: Very Commanding, she makes sure that everyone knows their place, especially those ranking below her, but she's really very kind once you get to know her. She secretly wants a mate and loves kits.
Physical Description: Lithe and short-haired, her blue-gray fur has pale rosettes down her flanks which turn dark down her tail and on her face. Her wings and underbelly are a much paler gray, though her wings have little black dapples near the tips and she has a white blaze going up her face.
Skills: Speed and finesse, her aerial abilities are something to speak of. She can out-fly just about anyone, or at least, she thinks she can. She also has very good judgment.
Weaknesses: Arrogant. She thinks she's the cream of the crop and won't let anyone tell her otherwise, it gets her into fights and sticky situations she can't handle by herself.
History: Her mother was an ordinary cat and her father was of the ocean guard. He took her out on patrol with him when she was learning to fly and taught her the few fishing skills he had, which she immediately excelled at. She learned with the training flock for about a year until she all but mastered the art, then joined the fishing flock and quickly rose in rank.
Family/Kin: Her mother, Hally, and her father, Duke. She had no siblings.
Crush/Mate: None yet
Other:
Roleplaying Sample A Cat Kingdom RP

Sibryn waited, as the snooty Siamese noble padded up to the shady trash heaps to throw something away. She waited until just then right moment, then pounced, knocking the noble to the ground and stuffing a wadded gray cloth into the cat's mouth to keep her from crying out. She dragged her into the alleyway, where she proceeded to take her pouch and rip out all it's contents. A fur brush, some scented oils, what in the worl- Ah ha! Gold! She took the gold and other miscellaneous coins and stuffed them into her own pouch of faded leather. Then she turned her attention back to the Siamese, her round, blue eyes bulging with terror. Her lips curled in disgust at the whimpering cat, "Oh shut-up you wimp, I'm not going to hurt you." she all but snarled, "I'm going to leave you here, guards will find you sooner or later, but just say you were robbed by a pack of scruffy bandits, because if I hear anything else, I'll find you." She threatened, pointing one razor-sharp claw at the she-cat's eye. The she-cat nodded furiously, still whimpering through the dirty cloth wedged into her muzzle. Sibryn nodded, and streaked out of the dark, damp alleyway, back to roam the lively streets to look for more nobles or merchants.

[Dream of Eternity]

Sparrow nodded. Noticing her frown, he shrugged helplessly "You don't want to get more hurt, do you? It's only a day, just so it can mend itself. Do you need any poppy seeds for pain?" He blinked as he noticed her big, beautiful wings. Self consciously he ruffled the feathers of his own crippled, small wings and tried to hide his lame leg. Yew had ravaged his body when he was unborn.

Tyzera's eyes flashed in a don't-try-anything way. "What news would that be?" She asked expectantly, slightly inclining her head for him to continue. She looked at Flicker, almost laughing at the she-cat's puffy, nervous fur. She kept silent, however, only a quick flicker or amusement passing over her face as she waited for Rayven to speak.

[FoldєdPapєrHєarts]

Rayven's tail flicked to the left in an irritated way. Great. This was the last thing that he had wanted to happen. How was he supposed to explain something like this? Not only would Tyzera probably not believe them and send them away, but she would more than likely get both he and Flicker in trouble for coming up there for petty reasons. "Er, well," he began, clearly unsure of how to explain. He took a breath, then finally spoke. "Flicker thought that she heard-well, she knows she heard canines nearby. She heard them howling and barking. We figured it was something we should tell the Commanders...that is, if you think that it is important enough to mention." Rayen knew that he shouldn't have added the last part, and that he was only sassing his Commander now, but he couldn't help it. It was just the way he acted.

[duckteeth]

[Accepted]

Flicker stopped when Tyzera spoke, one paw raised in a half step. She tried to flatten her fur but she was too nervous. Being high up on the cliff and facing the Protection Commander made her unable to flatten her gray tabby pelt. Tyzera being nice was unnerving to her as well; she had heard stories of Tyzera's sternness. At Rayven's comment she took a deep breath and began her story before Rayven cut her off, "Y-yeah, what Rayven said. It sounded like a pack."