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Post by FIÁIN• on Jun 17, 2012 21:56:41 GMT -5
Needed Ranks
▫ Deputy
▫ Medicine Cat
Before auditioning, please be sure you have read our plot and have completely read our rules, so that you understand what is expected of you in the role.
[i]About Me[/i]
[b]Name/Alias:[/b]
[b]How much RP experience do you have?[/b]
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[i]About the Cat[/i]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Rank:[/b]
[b]History:[/b] optional.
[b]RP sample:[/b]
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Post by willow on Jun 18, 2012 2:52:03 GMT -5
About Me
Name/Alias: Karrie
How much RP experience do you have? Three Years
About the Cat
Name: Dawnstar
Gender: She-cat
Age: 30 Moons
Rank: Leader
History: I will fill this in later. ;3
RP sample:
Mud could hardly breathe. He dragged air through his throat with ragged wheezes. He was lying on his stomach, his paws splayed out as if he were some sort of cat rug. His dark fur was matted and his skin torn in many places. He had been travelling for moons with little knowledge of where he was. When he had seen the field where the large, four-legged things grazed, he made for it. Not that he knew why. Usually it was second nature to stay away from two-legs, but perhaps living amongst them had deadened his fear a little.
Now, it didn't matter. Mud couldn't have cared if two-legs had come to kill him like they had his mother. He was past exhausted. He hadn't eaten for so long his ribs were clear through his fur. Water seemed like a distant memory. His tongue was as rough as a thunderpath. The large tom gasped another breath before his eyes rolled back and he passed out.
. . . .
The sweet, damp scent of rain was what jolted him back into the cruel world. A raindrop landed on his nose, sliding down his muzzle. Feebly, he licked at it, trying to drink the moisture. Thunder rumbled distantly, growling in the sky. Mud almost choked with relief. The steady patter of water droplets on the dark earth filled his ears with a sound he had never thought to hear again. He watched through fuzzy eyes as the four-legged beasts frolicked in the rain.
But he wasn't grateful for the fun, he was thankful that this rain would give him life. He rolled over on his back, tossing himself around in the wet dirt that had given him his name. A puddle gathered in a dip nearby and Mud dragged himself toward it. He lapped at the cold pool, looking down at his face. He barely recognised himself. He looked so different from the cat who had lived in the two-leg place.
After some time, Mud was able to get to his paws. He was shaky at first, but within a few moments he was padding through the rain. The water soaked gloriously into his fur and trickled into his muzzle. His whiskers twitched with relief. Perhaps all was not lost. He made his way forward, scrambling beneath a fence and making his way at a steady lope to where the ground dipped away.
When he reached the far side of the field, and stood at the top of the hill, he could hardly believe his eyes. Open space stretched away from his paws, turning to trees in some areas and grassy plains in others. A jagged line of mountains tore at the sky to his left and there were rolling hills to his right. Mud blinked. "Prey," he murmured.
The brown tom padded slowly down the slope, making for the forest he could see. Surely there would be some mice there? He could only guess.
With the thunder rumbling and the air sweet with the rain, Mud's life began anew ... and it was filled with something he hadn't had in a long time. Hope.
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