by ossa di cervo » Fri Apr 08, 2011 1:51 pm
Clowesia wrote:I just came up with this cool idea for a roleplay game/skill building exercise, anyone want to do it with me?
I was thinking I'd put my MP3 on shuffle and whatever song plays, that person who got it had to make-up a character inspired by it.
It could be any kind of character, human or animal, any kind of genre. Any age, any species and any gender. Just has to tie in with the song.
And then when we're done we post it here to see how they turned out. xD
by astrocompass » Fri Apr 08, 2011 1:51 pm
by Clowesia » Fri Apr 08, 2011 1:53 pm
by wibeke » Fri Apr 08, 2011 1:55 pm
by ossa di cervo » Fri Apr 08, 2011 1:55 pm
by *Skylar The Plant* » Fri Apr 08, 2011 1:58 pm
by Wanderer. » Fri Apr 08, 2011 2:01 pm
"Oh, sorry to wake you. It's just so cold in here." Sunkit shivered. "I just came over here 'cause I figured it might be warmer. Guess I was wrong, eh? Please, feel free to go back to sleep." She meowed softly, careful not to wake the tom's brother. She layed down so she was still facing Cyankit. "If you don't mind me asking, what's it like, you know, havig a brother. It must be nice to have someone to watch your back."
"Sorry Venice. Get some sleep." She turned back to Eaglepaw. "No, I think I woke him. It was just a nightmare. It's not a big deal." Lilipaw meowed, sitting up to speak to the other apprentice. "Go back to sleep, I'm going to get some fresh air." The she-cat decided, starting to pick her way out of the den.
Silversong almost jumped out of her fur when she was spoken to. "Oh, Hawkswoop. Sorry, I was lost in my own thoughts." She considered the question. "I guess they can go out on a patrol with some warriors. A hunting one. Then they may be able to pick up some tips." She suggested, not entirly sure what a warrior apprentice had to do.
Wolf scented the air. A scent greeted his nose, making his already empty stomach growl at him. He crouched, pinpointing the rabbit. Creeping over, he stepped on a twig and began the chase too early. He knew there was hardly any chance of catching it, but he went after it anyway, determined to get it. He finally gave up and realized he was in an area of the forest he hadn't seen before. Where am I? He thought, confused.
by WalkerNom » Fri Apr 08, 2011 2:02 pm
by Clowesia » Fri Apr 08, 2011 2:04 pm
by Seasonal » Fri Apr 08, 2011 2:04 pm
"Is anybody there?"
A sweet, sing-song voice echoed across the clifftop, then grew quieter with each repeated echo until it faded away completely. The voice wasn't sharp at all; it was rather quiet, as if the source of the noise was somewhat shy.
Silverstar wasn't positive as to why she had asked in the first place; she would have the opportunity to do as she pleased regardless. It was almost like an instinct to her at this point in her life; Silverstar was traumatized by a hawk when she was a kit, and she had encountered other hawks on this very cliff.
In response to the meow, a pair of emerald-green eyes popped up over a small, thick bush. The bright, pelt-warming sun danced its rays upon the face of Silverstar, giving the illusion that her eyes were pools of fresh water and were swimming and swishing freely about. Her face was clear, and her light gray fur shimmered like silver under a fluorescent light. Her dark tabby stripes made the silver of her base coat appear brighter against her overall design.
The warm scent of newleaf hung loosely in the comfortable air, reminding everybody that the Clans were at a time of thriving and new life. She took a deep breath through her nostrils and let out a refreshing sigh, narrowing her eyes contently. Although Silverstar enjoyed newleaf, it reminded her of the countless days and nights that she spent with Reedsplash, her deceased WaveClan crush. She couldn't help but feel grief-stricken when she recalled the times when they secretly met, the sun warming the area in the same way that it always did on a clear-skied day. They often talked for the entire night and played games, both in awe when they talked to the other cat. Unfortunately, her fairy-tale ended on the night that they had planned to meet secretly to discuss becoming mates and even possibly forming a family. On his way, Reedsplash was killed by a single fox. Silverstar couldn't help but hate foxes more than she did prior to the tragic event that changed her outlook on newleaf forever.
The lithe she-cat made her way around the shrub when she was positive that there were no other cats around. A pair of wings that closely resembled her pelt fluttered freely on her shoulders. Their colour was precise in response to her pelt colour, and her tabby pattern continued onto each individual feather. She flexed her wings, and the sunlight flickered off of them in the same manner that it did on her pelt. A brave yet playful look appeared on her face, and she bunched her muscles tightly. She launched herself towards the edge of the cliff, gaining speed with each gallop of her paws. Her back paws kicked off of the edge gracefully and as she took to the sky, her wings expanded to allow Silverstar to glide through the air.
Silverstar's wings flapped periodically to station herself at a continuous level. She allowed for her limbs to go limp, and she began to survey the ground below. Her journey took her across the CliffClan territory; it was her unique way of surveying the entire area at once with ease, and she found it much more fun than padding around and checking in with each cat. Often, her check-ups were done at completely randomized times; however, no CliffClan cat was surprised when they saw Silverstar in the air, as it was one of her customary hobbies. Clan cats never knew exactly what she was up to when she was fluttering about, but no cat would have guessed that she used this method to check up on every cat at once!
Silverstar's eyes focused on individual cats; she easily detected the chubby outline of Lightningpaw in the camp. Her eyes flickered from the apprentices' den to the warriors' den, and she nodded to herself contently when she recognized each cat who was standing or sitting next to the fresh-kill pile in deep discussion. She didn't bother taking a peek at the Elder's den - the Clan lacked Elders - and then viewed the entire territory as a whole. She flapped her wings repeatedly and raised herself higher into the sky, allowing herself to have an expanded view. She saw two pairs of mentors and apprentices at the training cliff where she had taken off only moments ago, and she watched them carefully as they started to pick up on gliding with their wings. She noticed that the territory was unusually inactive; did she have a Clan full of lazy furballs?
After taking a quick observation of the general territory, Silverstar chose to end her flying session. She extended her wings to their full potential and prepared to land on a flat plateau with several smaller flat surfaces. As she neared, she braced her legs and paws for the impact of landing. She slowed down as much as possible, then gently landed. She took a few pawsteps forward by force; her landing was much quicker than she had intended, but the entire commotion was done with weightlessness and grace. "I wonder if anybody is here?" she mewed out loud, taking a look around. "Surely the cats of my Clan have gone out to hunt or to patrol since I last saw them!"
Silverstar parted her jaws and inhaled to taste the air. The cat scents that lingered were stale from previous times. Silverstar decided to go back to camp and grab something to eat. Not in the mood for flying, - which was quite unusual for Silverstar - she began to pad back towards the badger hole that led to the secretive CliffClan camp. She had to duck at first to make her way in because of her long legs, but she slipped through with ease. Upon entering, she padded to the fresh-kill pile and chose a mouse. She gripped it with her teeth, then brought it to the side of camp to eat.
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