Okay, so I deleted WolfTribe for the time being, due to inactivity in it and so on. I'm sure this won't effect many; no one has really been that active in it anyway. The site's birthday is in a few days on the 26th of November, so we will celebrate then and a time when this site had 22 active members and RPers.
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Fadesong&Coontail « Thread Started on Aug 1, 2007, 1:57pm »
Since Fadesong left, her two cats are now up for adoption:
Name: Fadesong
Gender: She-cat
Age: 27 moons
Clan: Fire
Position: Warrior/Queen
Description: Fadesong has creamy white fur with brown markings. Black tail tip and face. Chocolate eyes.
Personality: Fadesong is usually a sweet and gentle cat. She doesn't have a temper, but will get mad if you push her to her limits. She is a fair and loyal cat who has good judgement majority of the time. She is a great hunter and tracker, but her heart isn't really in fighting. She'd do anything to defend her clan from enemies, even risk her life, but she'd much rather contribute with a large rabbit than using her claws. She isn't afraid to admit her mistakes, but she hates to be shown up by the other clans
History: Fadesong is a clan born cat. Both of her parents were clanborn also. Her father's mother was a loner who joined FireClan, but she rarely gets ridiculed about that. She had a brother named Ravensky but he died not long after becoming a warrior. Her mother died trying to defend her kits when the camp was raided by a band of rogues. Ravensky always swore revenge no matter what the cost. Fadesong wished that violence was non-existant. Unlike Fadesong, Ravensky was a mischevious and loudly spoken tom. He was never afraid to speak his mind and was very short-tempered. Fadesong was made a warrior a few weeks after her brother due to Whitecough. Ravensky died trying to fight a badger
Example RP: Snow spiraled slowly to the ground, covering the ground with a thin, white blanket. The brightening sky might've brought light to the rest of the world, but for a certain young she-cat it only brought bleakness. Fadesong nosed her brother's fur, relishing the warmth of his creamy white fur. She shivered slightly and pressed herself closer to him, feeling him shift at her touch. Sighing, she closed her eyes, wishing yesterday would cease to exist. She concentrated on a happier time, when she was made a warrior. "'From this moment on you will be known as Fadesong, for you've always had a song of hope."' Fadesong snorted in disbelief. The former leader had been wrong. She hadn't brought hope to anyone. The only thing she could sing now was her sorrow. "Er, Fadesong." a soft mew startled her. She opened her eyes to see a small golden striped she-cat. "Yes, Leafpaw?" she asked the apprentice. Leafpaw shifted from paw to paw uncomfortably. "The elders are ready to take the body." she mewed, looking at her paws. Fadesong's eyes began to water. "Very well." she replied. Slowly, like an elder after being in the rain, she rose to her paws. She watched, her heart breaking as the elders carried her brother to the burrying grounds, his tail dragging in the snow
Description: Coontail is a medium-sized shorthair. Brown striped tabby fur. Green eyes
Personality: Coontail is a loyal and brave cat. He is good at fighting and hunting, but not the world's greatest tracker. He does have a slight temper, but can usually calm down after a few deep breaths. He is usually fair, but sometimes his anger can cloud his judgement.
History: Coontail is clan born and proud. His parents were respectable clan born cats. They died of old age. Coontail was made deputy at a fairly young age, but so far has done a fine job.
IC: Coontail prowled through the lush undergrowth silently. His green eyes piercing the surroundings, looking for anything. He hissed silently with pleasure when he spotted a large rabbit. He slithered forward, his fur brushing noiselessly by the tall blades of grass. He was within reach. Muscles tense, he crouched into the pouncing position. He sprang forward, not giving the rabbit an inch. He carried the warm body home proudly.
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