Wɪᴛʜ Bʟᴀᴢɪɴɢ Eʏᴇs - ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ ᴄᴀᴛs ʀᴘ - no longer accepting

[Keriae]

(haha, it's late on Wednesday night here xD so I'll be posting in about, oh, I don't know, nine hours? xD)

[Todd.]

((*squee* YAAAY WE'LL START!!! /ends Caps' abuse ))

[Greenleaf]

(LOL, yes we will. Right after our last member puts up their form we will start!)

[Angry.Jackal]

(Is this roleplay still accepting? If so I will most likely want to join, although I warn you that my characters are a bit "out there" and I don't post much on weekends.)

[Greenleaf]

(Sure, you may join, but be aware that the RP is starting soon and may start without you, so don't be offended. please PM me your form when you are done. :3)

[Greenleaf]

Sorry, I'm not too good at coding, so it's not as fancy as most semi-lit forms

Username: poofycat
Name: Spottedbird.
Gender: Female
Age: 38 moons.
Rank: Loner
Wanted Rank: Hunter
Appearance: Spottedbird is a tough-looking tortoisehell and white tabby. She has pale green eyes, with ginger fur on her face and a black chin. Most of her paws have white toes, but her right front one only has a bit of white; one of her favorite features about herself. She has two nicks in her ear and quite fluffy fur. Her build is sleek and lithe, like most she-cats, though is a bit skinny.
Personality: Spottedbird is actually a gentle soul, though she looks threatening to most cats, with her scarred ears and commonly matted fur. She has a kind heart and is quite social; she would always rather make friends than enemies. Sadly, most other rogues and loners wish to fight her to try and gain her territory instead of get to know her. Thankfully, she knows how to hold her own in a battle, though her main strength is hunting. She's upbeat and happy most of the time and loves to chat. She can get a bit snappish at times, though; you really want to stay on her good side and mind your tongue, because she will definitely retort with a sarcastic and mean remark. It doesn't take her long to forgive you, though, and son goes back to her usual cheerful self.
History: Spottedbird's original name was Spotted, and she had a sister, River. They had two caring parents; Dew, their mother, and Ginger, their father. They knew how hard life as a loner was and began teaching them how to survive in the wild at six moons. But when they became twelve moons old, they knew the time had come for them to leave. That night, they spent lots of time with their kits before it was time to sleep. The two of them were curious about this, but didn't object. That morning, Spotted woke up from a quiet sob, and hopped up just as her mother's pale tail disappeared into the bushes. She leaped into the bushes after them, but her mother had disappeared and not a trace of their scent could be found. Sadly, she woke her littermate, and they grieved together, knowing that though their parents were alive, the two of them would never see them again. They lived together for another moon, but it was soon time to part ways and split their shared territory.
Kin: Dew and Ginger, her parents, and River, her sister.
Crush: None yet.
Kits: None yet.
Other: With Blazing Eyes.

(Posting Poofycat's form for her)


(EVERYONE MAY START! I WILL BE POSTING VERY SOON.)

[darĸнowl]

Ғ ι r e « ғ l ι ɢ н т_____________________ ________

loner atm • 24 moons • looks

Scarlet blood. That was all Fire could see. The eyeless body that had lain by her paws sent shivers up her spine as she tried to turn away before letting out a screech of fear but she was literally slipping in the blood covering the area surrounding her. Fire's eyes were blown huge; fright and confusion dancing among the multicoloured orbs. Then, with a violent twitch, the young loner woke. That was the third time she'd had the same nightmare in it's third day in a row. She swallowed hard, coughing as she tried to. Her throat was dry and her claws had been digging straight through the lush grass and down into the earth as she dreamt. She took in a sharp breath, collecting herself as she stood up slowly. Her body was shaking and she forced herself to stop and calm down. She needed to think.

Was that even a nightmare? She'd never have one every night for an extended period of time like this. And this was the day she was supposed to do what that mysterious voice was whispering in her ear. She felt too suspicious to trust an imaginary voice in her head, but she was also curious to see what would actually happen. It was stupid! How could she receive a message like that in her mind... when she was asleep?! Impossible. Impossible, or she was just too scared to think otherwise. She traced her tongue over her pawpad to start washing her face quickly, eyes darted side to side in fear of some sort of threat. But that was also stupid because she had no threats. Not in this part of the forest.

Fire got up to try and catch herself some breakfast before really thinking this through. About an hour later, after trotting around and waiting to pick up any sort of scent trail, she had tracked down a vole and was just sitting down to eat. Her belly rumbled loudly in her hunger and she dug in at once. As she traced her tongue around her lips, her sharp white fangs glinting in the mid-day sunlight, Fire decided to do something she'd never think of doing. It may be foolish. She had no idea what to expect. What if the cats there were aggressive? Or unfriendly? Or didn't like her? Maybe she'd gotten this dream by fluke and it meant nothing. But anytime she thought about it, her heart fluttered in her chest with anticipation, nervousness and excitement. No. She was going to do it. Fire was going to that meeting.

[Greenleaf]

(...I just noticed I made the stupidest mistake in all of humanity. There are SEVEN prophecy cats, not six. >_< I need to relearn math.
THE INTRODUCTION HAS UNDERGONE A MAJOR CORRECTION.)
(My cat Sparrow is not open as he's meeting with Gray, but Swan is open.)

S P A R R O W

The figureless shadow loomed higher than ever before, and the usually undaunted Sparrow shrank down before its mighty power. He felt as small and as puny as a mouse next to this great, mysterious figure. He closed his eyes as the words that were all too familiar rang through his head...
"Our future rests in the paws of the Seven. The young one. The cold one. The fighter. The healer. The survivor. The faithful. And the one with the blazing eyes..."
Usually the dream ended right there, only this time the shadow continued on. "You are the one we have chosen, Sparrowflit," the figure hissed, and Sparrow flinched and scrambled to his paws. "You are the one whom is chosen by StarClan." Visions flashed before his eyes; visions of cats, exactly seven cats, perfectly ordinary-looking cats, and as he watched he saw them hunt, sleep, and live their normal lives. He knew undoubtedly that those cats were the Seven mentioned in the prophecy.
"You MUST go to the meeting," the shadow snarled, and a huge paw slammed down into the earth right where Sparrow's nervously twitching tail had been. "You MUST unite the cats! Or it will be doom, doom for us all!"
The shadow-cat screeched, a mighty, keening wail, and it rang through Sparrow's head until he thought he would have to yowl his pain or die...

Only it was then when he woke up.
Sparrow lay there, sweating beneath the bush where he had fallen asleep under, and without warning he leaped to his feet and started pounding as fast as he could towards the river. He needed to clear his head. Clear his mind... he felt like he was going mad.

S W A N

Posting for her later.

[Todd.]

|{|. Nightheart .|}|
Male | 18 Moons | Fighter | The Cold One | Single

The black Tom kept his body close to the ground in a low crouch as he tensed up his muscles ready to release them as soon as the right moment would come. What was him doing, you ask and I answer, he was hunting. It had been sometime since he last ate anything and that could be seen by his skinny body and not bright pelt, he was hungry... Almost starving to speak the truth and some of his bones were already seen through his pelt. He took in a deep breath basically holding it for a moment as he pulled the trigger of his body and darted quickly through the forest floor, black paws barely touching the ground as he ran towards an old fat squirrel. He almost hesitated for a moment when he saw the rodent looking in his direction, he noticed the rodent was about to run away and then just pushed himself into going faster and just as the rodent would flee the black Tom sank his teeth into it's old juicy body.

The kill didn't take long then and within moments he was hungrily devouring the old rodent, the meat was a little hard, stringy.. Well, in other words showing what an old animal's meat would show but he didn't mind, he didn't care. He was hungry, starving and this was food so he simply ate it and kept eating in silence and even when he was no longer hungry he kept eating after all who knows when he would eat again?

When the black Tom was done with his feast there was nothing other then chewed in squirrel bones left in the floor. He stretched then and gave his pelt some licks before actually settling down once more and meticulously cleaning his pelt, now that he had his stomach full (in fact so full it washed even swollen a little) he could give himself the luxury of settling down and taking care of his pelt. Being a short furred cat he didn't have much to do with knots in it or such but there was still this and that plant that aways get stuck into cat's fur and for him it wasn't different.

As he groomed his pelt then his thoughts roamed back to the nightmares he had been having, they were confused and didn't make any sense at all for the thin black tom but they should mean something, I mean... Something as insisting as this nightmare was couldn't be in vain, could it? "Only if you're turning crazy, Night" he mewed to himself in a low tune as he worked in grooming his back then now getting into that awkward position cats go to lick their backs. He spent a long time in grooming before finally getting up and slowly starting to head towards that place n the dream. Why, do you ask? well, it's simple. Nightheart was hungry cat and there could be food in the place in his dreams.

-|-| Smokey (Smokekit) |-|-
Male | 4 moons | Kit | Single

Smokey was at the moment playing with a few falling leaves, it was funny to see them rise into the air when you jumped on them. He purred then and kept playing his happy game with happy mews let out here and then. His fluffy tail looked like a bottle brush now at his happiness and was stuck up straight on a help manner, he purred again and dashed behind a leaf in special that manages to get into a low air current and was being taken away from his reach. The kit though had no limits and was determined to catch that leaf no matter what.

[Rotten]

((Can someone bump into Rabbit? He needs a bit of a push to go to the Great Rock :'D
Also I'll post with the others in a bit))

Rabbit

|Tom|22 moons|The Survivor|Currently- Having a breakdown|Feeling- Scared and confused|Is with- No one|

Born to be down
I think that I've said this before now
Born to be down
What good is confidence?

With a shrill screech, Rabbit woke up, quickly hopping onto all fours and looking around with wide eyes, his breaths coming in quick pants. This is Rabbit. A skittish tom who roams around the world. Alone. For the last three nights he has been having a terrible nightmare. Sure, Rabbit always had nightmares, but these ones were different. They were more real than any dreams he had ever experience before. This was no good. These dreams have been making him worse than normal. Rabbit shook himself and let out a wail. The gray tom then started pacing back and forth, his breathing still short pants. No, this made no sense. Death, death, death....Oh Rabbit didn't know what he was going to do with himself. If one were to see this cat they would think he lost his mind. Fur puffed up, going back and forth, eyes wide, and sharp flicks of his tail.

"Oh little tuff, calm down, calm down. One can't fly without a feather..." he said out-loud to himself like madman. He had to do something. These dreams, he couldn't take them any longer. He hadn't eaten in the last three days due to these dreams, and exhaustion has been a huge bother. A sudden memory came into his mind. Dreams...if a dream doesn't go away then there is something you must do.

Rabbit stopped pacing and took a deep shaky breath, his body quivering, looking as if he was about to jump ten feet. Ok, let's think logically. Rabbit started to think, his thoughts quick and a mess. Let's say these dreams were true, and he was a cat that needed to fulfill a prophecy. If that was true...he would go to the great rock....like very soon. If this was all true...what would he do... Rabbit snorted to himself. Heck like he was going to get involved with something like that. That spells death. Death and pain. His two least favorite things. So...what was he to do? Rabbit's legs gave out on him and he plopped onto the sweet tall grass that tickled his face. The long-bodied tom soon covered his face with his front paws, having a breakdown.