Post by Bluedancer on May 26, 2006 18:41:59 GMT -5
Well, after a false start of sorts here is the revised version of my audition:
Name: Marbleface
Characters: Bluedancer and (hopefully) Fernkit
RP Example:
The night was alive with the sounds and scents of nocturnal animals, each going about their own tasks. Grass rustled continuously as little bodies moved through it, and the wet earth released a deep pungent smell, wafting upwards. The tell tale call of a screech owl rent the air, and for a long moment all movement ceased. The forest held it’s breath, waiting for the predator to pass, the wind and wing beats being the only sound. Then, as if on a silent cue, the activity resumed.
Death came to the inhabitants of the clearing on silent pawsteps that night. It seemed unfair of nature, to give a warning before an owl’s swoop, but not before a predator such as this. Claws unsheathed from strong black paws and dug into the soft loam beneath them, each time with a soft metallic shink. As they flexed a shiver traveled upwards, moving over solid black legs and along the black and white tom’s muscular body, covered in thick silky hair. His whiskers curled and through deep green eyes he surveyed the oblivious forest community before him.
Marbleface moved like a shadow through the tall grasses, leaving not so much as a bent twig in his wake. His nose twitching, he hunkered down and slunk forward, placing one foot carefully in front of the other. He rolled his shoulders, taking half steps. Directly ahead of Marbleface a plump mouse was squeaking happily to itself, as it stuffed it’s cheeks with grain. Staring greedily at the mouse, Marbleface tensed himself and pounced in one swift motion. The mouse was pinned, still breathing, beneath his front paws.
Marbleface was a healer, a medicine cat, one who spent his life caring for other of the clan. Yet there were times like these, when the bloodlust overtook him, and he needed to kill. Most medicine cats did not hunt, instead having other cats bring them fresh kill when they needed it; for the most part, Marbleface stayed to this pattern and looked on his food only after all life had vanished from the shell.
But now a metallic taste was lingering somewhere in the depths of his throat, snaking up across his tongue. Licking the edges of his mouth, Marbleface bent his head downwards and sated his longing stomach.
Setting out for the Windclanclan camp, Marbleface felt lazy and warm, a full belly calming him considerably. He had never been an excitable cat, but some nights he felt stirrings of a past life. A life before Starclan.
Marbleface curled up in his den, the bundles of herbs temporarily overwhelming his senses, before he adjusted to the smell. Sighing, his eyes flickered for a few moments, then fell shut, his body relaxing. One ear still twitched, but for all other intensive purposes, Marbleface had fallen asleep.
A large gray cat stood over another skinny half-grown cat her ears flattened in hate. “Leave us now,” she hissed down at him, laying in a bedraggled heap before her. “You are not wanted here, not anymore.” Yowls of approval came from the surrounding group of cats, claws clicking against the cold pavement as though emphasizing their agreement. His heart was pounding in his throat, fat raindrops pouring from the open sky above, falling onto his slick coat and clouding his eyes. Riley heaved himself upwards and faced the she-cat hesitantly, his eyes sliding downwards in submission. ‘Where will I go?” The cat mewled pitifully, glancing up at her with pleading green eyes. “You are a threat to this band of cats, Riley, and we want you gone. Do you think I care where you go?” She spat at him, her eyes filling with hate.
“I - I didn’t mean anything by it…” Riley tried, his chest heaving painfully as blood seeped from scratches and matted into his thick fur. “Please, let me have another chance…” The gray cat, who had been turning to leave, whirled angrily back on him, her hackles raising. “You challenged me… you challenged the Tribe of Light… the ones who have guided over our band for generations of cats before us. I will not have you stay in this band, if it the last thing I ever do.” Her tail lashed angrily, fangs bared in an open display of power.
Marbleface awoke gasping for breath, his fur on end and nerves jangling. Crawling quickly to his feet, he stood hunched over in the confines of the den, breathing slowly as he remembered the dream. It had been so long ago, and yet the memory of his exile still haunted him, plaguing his sleep as it could not his life. It would never leave him entirely, that remembrance of his past life.
Why I should get this character: I believe that I should get this character for several reasons. One reason would be that I am very active online, as I have a couple other sites where I am well established and I already come online everyday for those. Therefore, keeping tabs on this site everyday would be easy for me. It makes sense to trust an active person with an important character, as that character will get a lot of use rather than never be roleplayed.
Another reason for me to have a medicine cat character would be my ability to roleplay. There are many people on this site who are better than me at roleplaying, but I believe that I am a fairly good roleplayer- good enough to deserve this character position.
I also think that I have developed an interesting, detailed character. It is often hard to do this, and I think I did well with it. I really like the character I’ve come up with, and would instantly submit him as a normal warrior if I don’t get this position.
I tried very hard on this application, and I hope you’ll consider me for the position ^_^
Name: Marbleface
Characters: Bluedancer and (hopefully) Fernkit
RP Example:
The night was alive with the sounds and scents of nocturnal animals, each going about their own tasks. Grass rustled continuously as little bodies moved through it, and the wet earth released a deep pungent smell, wafting upwards. The tell tale call of a screech owl rent the air, and for a long moment all movement ceased. The forest held it’s breath, waiting for the predator to pass, the wind and wing beats being the only sound. Then, as if on a silent cue, the activity resumed.
Death came to the inhabitants of the clearing on silent pawsteps that night. It seemed unfair of nature, to give a warning before an owl’s swoop, but not before a predator such as this. Claws unsheathed from strong black paws and dug into the soft loam beneath them, each time with a soft metallic shink. As they flexed a shiver traveled upwards, moving over solid black legs and along the black and white tom’s muscular body, covered in thick silky hair. His whiskers curled and through deep green eyes he surveyed the oblivious forest community before him.
Marbleface moved like a shadow through the tall grasses, leaving not so much as a bent twig in his wake. His nose twitching, he hunkered down and slunk forward, placing one foot carefully in front of the other. He rolled his shoulders, taking half steps. Directly ahead of Marbleface a plump mouse was squeaking happily to itself, as it stuffed it’s cheeks with grain. Staring greedily at the mouse, Marbleface tensed himself and pounced in one swift motion. The mouse was pinned, still breathing, beneath his front paws.
Marbleface was a healer, a medicine cat, one who spent his life caring for other of the clan. Yet there were times like these, when the bloodlust overtook him, and he needed to kill. Most medicine cats did not hunt, instead having other cats bring them fresh kill when they needed it; for the most part, Marbleface stayed to this pattern and looked on his food only after all life had vanished from the shell.
But now a metallic taste was lingering somewhere in the depths of his throat, snaking up across his tongue. Licking the edges of his mouth, Marbleface bent his head downwards and sated his longing stomach.
Setting out for the Windclanclan camp, Marbleface felt lazy and warm, a full belly calming him considerably. He had never been an excitable cat, but some nights he felt stirrings of a past life. A life before Starclan.
Marbleface curled up in his den, the bundles of herbs temporarily overwhelming his senses, before he adjusted to the smell. Sighing, his eyes flickered for a few moments, then fell shut, his body relaxing. One ear still twitched, but for all other intensive purposes, Marbleface had fallen asleep.
A large gray cat stood over another skinny half-grown cat her ears flattened in hate. “Leave us now,” she hissed down at him, laying in a bedraggled heap before her. “You are not wanted here, not anymore.” Yowls of approval came from the surrounding group of cats, claws clicking against the cold pavement as though emphasizing their agreement. His heart was pounding in his throat, fat raindrops pouring from the open sky above, falling onto his slick coat and clouding his eyes. Riley heaved himself upwards and faced the she-cat hesitantly, his eyes sliding downwards in submission. ‘Where will I go?” The cat mewled pitifully, glancing up at her with pleading green eyes. “You are a threat to this band of cats, Riley, and we want you gone. Do you think I care where you go?” She spat at him, her eyes filling with hate.
“I - I didn’t mean anything by it…” Riley tried, his chest heaving painfully as blood seeped from scratches and matted into his thick fur. “Please, let me have another chance…” The gray cat, who had been turning to leave, whirled angrily back on him, her hackles raising. “You challenged me… you challenged the Tribe of Light… the ones who have guided over our band for generations of cats before us. I will not have you stay in this band, if it the last thing I ever do.” Her tail lashed angrily, fangs bared in an open display of power.
Marbleface awoke gasping for breath, his fur on end and nerves jangling. Crawling quickly to his feet, he stood hunched over in the confines of the den, breathing slowly as he remembered the dream. It had been so long ago, and yet the memory of his exile still haunted him, plaguing his sleep as it could not his life. It would never leave him entirely, that remembrance of his past life.
Why I should get this character: I believe that I should get this character for several reasons. One reason would be that I am very active online, as I have a couple other sites where I am well established and I already come online everyday for those. Therefore, keeping tabs on this site everyday would be easy for me. It makes sense to trust an active person with an important character, as that character will get a lot of use rather than never be roleplayed.
Another reason for me to have a medicine cat character would be my ability to roleplay. There are many people on this site who are better than me at roleplaying, but I believe that I am a fairly good roleplayer- good enough to deserve this character position.
I also think that I have developed an interesting, detailed character. It is often hard to do this, and I think I did well with it. I really like the character I’ve come up with, and would instantly submit him as a normal warrior if I don’t get this position.
I tried very hard on this application, and I hope you’ll consider me for the position ^_^
. I was just going on the idea that he had once been a loner/outcast. Gimme a sec to change it, and this time I'll check to make sure the name's available 
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