----high rank & cult auditions__

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_{Gahhhh. Screw it then. Can you just make Gareth a loner male for prowlers?}

[}xx.£eaƒm∞n , ,]

Tempestfury: Accepted as a Follower of the Cult!
Huntsong: Turned down as Matriarch, for the Colonies do not completely follow the ways of the Clans. Feel free to reapply!
Wish: Accepted as Matriarch of the Sprinters!

[Tempestfury]

Alright! When can I start RPing?

[flightless๖♪♫]

@tempest: You still need to make the actual bio to have it be accepted first.

[Tempestfury]

I did but when I checked just now he had been deleted ...

[}xx.£eaƒm∞n , ,]

Nope he wasn't deleted, he was moved to the Cult bios board :]

[Tempestfury]

Well their is only one bio of Tempestfury in the Cult board, and that's the one I posted... so where has the other one gone?

[kira]

• Name: Winter
  
  
• Gender: female
  
  
• Species: feline
  
  
• Age : 2 years or 24 moons
  
  
• Closest breed: singapora
  
  
• Picture URL (if applicable): www.petfinder.com/images/breeds/cat/4040.jpg
  
  www.pictures-of-cats.org/images/singapura-cat-pictures-of-cats.jpg
  
  
• Physical description (if no picture is available):
  
  >> extreamly small and weighs only 4 pounds
  
  
• Status: cult female
  
  
• Rank (if in a colony): trying out for healer
  
  
• Personality:
  
  >> Winter is a sweet calm tiny cat, she still looks like shes a kitten and is picked on often. She ignores the whispers and the laughs, most come from lone males, or other colony cats. Winter highly believes in Moonmother. Winter is a shy female but can be quite firm if pushed. She knows most plants and helps her denmates and friends as much as possible. Winter truely hates the cold winters because her fur is thin and doesnt really thicken out during the seasons. She loves the kits and adores playing with them, the queens dont mind much because Winter is very sweet and gentle.
  
  
• History:
  
  >> Winter was born just barly outside of the cults camp, and she was the only one of the litter. The healer believed she would not survive because i was so tiny. Her mother named her Winter because she was born in the winter but it had a deeper meaning, her mother named her after the harshed season because she knew her kit could survive anything, even the harsh treatment of others. Winter knew not her father, only that he was a stray. Her mother died shortly after Winter turned10 moons old, died of a terrible cold, that turned haywire. That is why she always wanted to help others. She never wanted to see another cat she loved die the way her mother did.
  
  
• Relationships:
  
  >>no living family
  
  
• Other tidbits:
  
  >> singapora is the smallest cat breed in the world
  
  
• Code symbol from the rules: &
  
  

Roleplay Example

>> Bright sunlight bathed the newly fallen snow, making it shine like the nights stars. As the light reflected off of the snow it slightly blinded Winter as she padded through the Cults territory searching for some new healing herbs. She was running low and sickness as bound to happen sooner or later, it always came during winter, there was no preventing it, only healing it. "How in Moonmothers name am i supose to find any supplies out here if its all covered in snow?" She asked her self in a worried tone. Winter sighed heavily, she knew she should have stocked up better than what she did. She couldnt blame anyone but herself.

>> As tiny paws padded along the snow, Winter noticed that she wasnt breaking through any of the soft new snow. Of course it was her weight, she tried to turn her mind to something else. Winter looked over the border to one of the lone males territory, that bordered to one of the colonies. It made her heart hurt when she thought of the colonies and how they thought the members of the Cult were murdering other cats, and leaving their bodies out so the sun could rot them. 'How could they think that?' Winter thought. 'We understand their way, we dont follow them but we understand and accept them! Why cant they do the same?' she thought painfully. Winter snarled slightly "They shouldnt think such things! Next they are going to be saying we poison our kits, or torture our queens!" Winter hissed in anger. She slowly got her anger under control. She shook her small head, her eyes blazing with deep down inside fury. As she padded away she wondered what would become of them if this discusting fued continued...

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[}xx.£eaƒm∞n , ,]

Winter: is accepted as healer of the Cult!

[kira]

HURRAY!!!! thankies!!!!

[Tempestfury]

Not happy....

[{{mizu!!]

• Name: Le Roi, also known as King
  
  
• Gender: Tom
  
  
• Species: Cat
  
  
• Age: 26 moons
  
  
• Closest breed: Tabby
  
  
• Picture URL (if applicable): i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii286/Shiny_Pikachu/Grumpy2.jpg
  
  
• Physical description (if no picture is available): ^
  
  
• Status: Strong for a cat in winter
  
  
• Rank (if in a colony): Climber South Territory Controller
  
  
• Personality: A stuck-up, snooty, snobby tom is what King is. He thinks very highly of himself, and will be loud and proud if he needs to be. When in a fight, King figures he is always the better one, but never lets his guard slip. He's a little paranoid, a conspiracy theorist, one might say. He seems to be one who trusts no cat, not even the colony females, whom he is quite fond of. King can become rather violent and angry, and has often killed cats because he doesn't like them.
  
  
• History: His mother was called Princess, and she was a kittypet. His father was the controller of the southern territory of the Climbers. Princess had gotten lost one night, and came across his father, Emporer. They mated for they were both lonely, and she visited him as often as she could before she became pregnant and was locked into her home.
  She birthed eleven kits. Her owners drowned five right off, leaving Princess with six kittens. Her biggest, a funny coloured thing, whom the twolegs planned to sell for big money, she named Le Roi, or King.
  Le Roi grew faster than his siblings. When he was four moons old, his mother told him to run, to run as far away as possible. He ran from the home, the twolegs chasing him. Finally, he escaped, and stumbled into the colony of the Climbers.
  A she-cat who lost her kits a few days earlier took in the little thing. She doted on him, but the happiness didn't last. Three moons later, he was kicked out.
  He roamed alone for a few more moons, and when he was 14 moons, he found his first mate, Bite. They mated as often as they could, for they only became mates for lust. Soon enough, she became pregnant, but King didn't know this, and he thought she'd left him for one of the territory males.
  He trained himself for another six moons before he found himself to be ready. He found the cat who controlled the territory, one who looked just like him. It was his father, Emporer. They fought, and the younger, stronger, faster King won, booting his father off his territory.
  King took a few mates, and fathered about a dozen kits from different she-cats. He still stands proud on the southern territory, fighting off intruders.
  
  
• Relationships:
  Mother: Princess, kittypet, alive
  Father: Emporer, no rank, unknown
  Sister: Star, kittypet, alive
  Sister: Frosty, kittypet, alive
  Brother: Galaxy, kittypet, alive
  Sister: Butterfly, kittypet, alive
  Brother: Yellow, kittypet, alive
  Brother: Skull, no rank, dead
  Sister: Feather, no rank, dead
  Sister: Jam, no rank, dead
  Brother: Prince, no rank, dead
  Sister: Lady, no rank, dead
  Mate: Lily, Climber Subordinate, alive
  Mate: Tizer, Climber Subordinate, alive
  Mate: Hell, Climber Subordinate, alive
  Mate: Holly, Climber Subordinate, alive
  Unknown amount of kits and half-sisters and brothers.
  
  
• Other tidbits: If you want a RP sample with him I'll supply it.
  
  
• Code symbol from the rules: &
  
  
  
• Roleplay Example:
  
  King's head sat high on his shoulders, the cat before him shivering with fear. A small tom, who had no right to come onto his territory. A sly smile formed on the bigger tom's lips.
  "Do you know what happens to cats who tresspass on my territory?" the other tom shook his head violently. "Well, first, I bite their necks!" His jaw snapped around the tom's neck, opening his airways and jugular to the cold, cruel world. "And then, I gouge out their eyes."

[/color] his claws connected with silvery eyes. The tom let out a gurgling scream. "And finally, rip out their guts."[/color] the small tom was barely moving now, as King ripped open his stomach, intestines, and other organs.
He stepped back and admired the thing of beauty, in his mind anyway. He scraped his paws on the snow, and then cleaned his mouth. The green tom with the silver eyes was dead now, no longer a threat to King's authority. No one should ever cross the King, for they would be killed.
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[}xx.£eaƒm∞n , ,]

Awesome bio, if you just want him to claim territory though you can post directly in the territory board, it's faster than posting it here xD

[;;CONFLICT]

• Name: Conflict
  
  
• Gender: Female
  
  
• Species: Cat
  
  
• Age: 3 years
  
  
• Closest breed: Turkish Angora
  
  
• Picture URL (if applicable): Conflict
  
  
• Physical description (if no picture is available): Picture is available; no descript needed.
  
  
• Status: Unhealthy. Was born with Feline Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy
  
  
• Rank (if in a colony): "Prowler" Matriarch
  
  
• Personality:
  Conflict's personality clashes with her appearence by a long run. She is kind, helpful, and extremely friendly towards the cats she knows she can trust. However, she is slightly hostile at first, preferring to watch new cats from afar before approaching, unless they approach her first. She doesnt get angered very easily, but one thing can truly set her off. She absolutely despises when others think of her and her colony as weak just because she has a heart defect. She doesnt approve of being looked down upon, but she will only attack if provoked. The worst she will do is spit a few insults and threaten you, otherwise. She is extremely stubborn, and if she wants something, she wont stop until she gets it. She likes to travel off of her colony's territory sometimes, only because of the fact that she likes the different scents. Many will notice that she gets rather playful when around the kits, but nobody, not even her, knows why.
  
  
• History:
  Conflict was born as a Housecat with her brothers, Invasion and Treachery. There were complications when she was born, and she wasnt breathing. The twolegs that owned her tried all they could to save her, and finally she started breathing again. The problem; her heart had completely stopped. She had been on the verge of death, and if the twoleg hadnt been there, she would have died almost immediately. They never figured out what was wrong, but it began happening often. She was brought to the vet along with her two brothers. While her brothers were getting vaccinations, she was being checked for heart problems or respitory problems. The vet had said that she was born with Feline Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy, and that nothing else could be done about it. Her owner waited for her brothers to get back and they went home, confused as of what to do. When Conflict went out into the garden that day, she met a cat called Adrielle. They chatted for a while, and then Conflict's owner called her back in. The next day, Conflict went back out and awaited Adrielle's arrival. Sure enough, the white and green speckled cat was walking down the fence not too far away. When Adrielle finally arrived, Conflict decided she had questions. Curious, Conflict asked what it was like to be a wild cat, and if Adrielle could help her escape. Adrielle was hesitant, but agreed nonetheless. By now, Conflict was 1 year, and the problems with her heart had slowed down a little. She never saw Adrielle again after the cat had helped her escape, and was beginning to become lonely. That was when she ran into the Twilight Colony. She noticed something with the first cat she saw; their pelt colors were almost identical. The cat she met quickly asked if she needed a place to stay, and Conflict agreed without question. She slowly rose their ranks, starting as a Subordinate, and then finally rising up to an Assistant. By the time the leader died, she was 2 years, and just barely old enough to take over. She successfully took the spot, and has now been the Prowler Matriarch for a year.
  
  
• Relationships:
  ?? - Mother - Deceased
  ?? - Father - Deceased
  Invasion - Brother - Alive
  Treachery - Brother - Alive
  
  
• Other tidbits:
  None that wasnt mentioned.
  
  
• Code symbol from the rules: &
  
  
• RP Example:
  A small gray she-cat padded on the sidewalk, trying to be careful not to stray off of the sides. Just walking around sightlessly was dangerous, and she knew it. It wasnt as if she could help it, though. It seemed like no matter what, she was either being insulted or attacked. Just because her shining green eyes had a difference. She didnt understand any of it. Nothing made sense to her. She knew why they did it, but no matter how hard she tried to understand, nothing ever seemed to change. She sighed lightly, being careful not to startle any nearby cats or dogs. She had smelled some scents a while back, but they were stale, not to mention far away. She turned, smelling something. It smelled sweet... sort of like prey, but it wasnt that kind of sweet. It smelled like sugar, and maybe some of those orange fruits she saw growing on trees. She turned her head, attempting to find the source of the scent. Finally, it came to her. She had been to this place before, and she knew where she was. Of course, that didnt mean she had smelled this scent before. she turned towards the wall she was walking near.
  
  Right above her, the sweet scent lured her in. There was a window just low enough for her to reach, and for that she was thankful. She jumped up and scented the air. The sweet scent of whatever she was trying to find was completely blocking out the twoleg scent. She stepped in through the open window, carefully using her paws to guide her way to the scent. Finally, when it seemed like the scent was just under her nose, she sat down. Lured in, she stuck her head inside of the round thing that kept it contained. She gently licked some of the sweet smelling stuff, almost entranced by the smell. It was a liquid, but it was somewhat thick as well, almost syrupy, and it tasted almost as sweet as it smelled. She continued to lick the sweet stuff, not realizing that there was a twoleg about to come through the door. Her ears twitched slightly as the twoleg entered the room. Or course, she wasnt expecting what happened next.
  
  The twoleg, enraged by the sight, began to yell. "What are you doing with my Sliced Orange Juice!?" was all the twoleg said before approaching the gray she-cat. She pulled her head out of the round thing and looked at the twoleg through sightless eyes, her whiskers sticky from the syrupy liquid. 'Sliced Orange Juice... thats an odd name for something that tastes so wonderful!' she thought, the two-leg's words ringing in her head. Suddenly, the twoleg grabbed her by the scruff on her neck and almost literally tossed her out the window. Then, there was a slamming sound, and the sweet smell had disappeared. Disappointed, she got turned back the way she was heading. 'She needs to learn some manners, doesnt she? Stupid twolegs...' she thought. An almost frustrated look on her face, she continued down the path she had taken. If only she hadnt been blind, she would have been able to defend the Sliced Orange Juice. Still, now that she got the scent out of her head, it didnt bother her as much.
  
  Finally, after walking for a while, she caught the scent of the two cats she had wanted to follow. It was a short distance away, and she knew the exact spot. Just by scent she could detect a cat's actual location, and these cats were in the alley a small ways again. Probably about five fox-lengths. She darted ahead, now eager to see what the cats were doing. She skidded to a stop when she reached the alley, listening closely and following her nose. She could smell the two cats. One was some ways in front of her, and the other one was behind a dumpster. Carefully, not knowing why the other cat was hiding, she approached the one in frost of her. Every few moments she would crouch down, wait a few seconds, and then approach again. Sightless eyes stared straight at the cat, only curiousity showing through. Something wasnt right about this cat. The air that surrounded him was wierd... almost thin. she wanted to know who this cat was, and now. "Who are you...?" the words escaped her muzzle in almost a rhythm. Her voice, a melody carried by the wind, had been revealed. Shining green eyes stared right at this cat still as she waited for an answer.
  
  ((from a long gone Warriors RPG, StarClan: The Sun And The Moon))
  
  

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I have more that I can gladly add if this isnt good enough, xD

[Tempestfury]

Can my cat Angeliwing be accpeted as a memeber of the cult if the helaer postion is taken? (For now...)

[}xx.£eaƒm∞n , ,]

Conflict: Accepted as Matriarch of the Prowlers!
Angelwing: Accepted as a Follower of the Cult!

[Tempestfury]

Huzzah!

Hey Leaf, can you create the first cat that Angel falls in love with please?

[}xx.£eaƒm∞n , ,]

I already have some males made-- like Time for instance, a prowler.

[Tempestfury]

Hmmm... any ideas of who I should ask then?

[Jasmineheart]

[/li][li]Name: Jasmineheart

[/li][li]Gender: She-cat

[/li][li]Species: Cat

[/li][li]Age : 37 moons

[/li][li]Closest breed: Persian

[/li][li]Picture URL (if applicable): www.flickr.com/photos/essjay/1412029964/

[/li][li]Physical description (if no picture is available):

[/li][li]Status: Healthy and strong

[/li][li]Rank (if in a colony): "Sprinters" Assistant

[/li][li]Personality: Jasmineheart has a fiery temper, but she is gentle. Jasmineheart is caring and funny. This she-cat is a member of the Sprinters so she will hide her good natured emotions. Jasmineheart loves to run and hunt. She is also a quick-thinker and smart. Jasmineheart doesn't like it when others invade her territory. Jasmineheart is always on alert for cats that invade her territory. She tries not to kill unless it is absolutely necessary. If one of her cats kills without her permission then she will drive them out of her Clan.

[/li][li]History:

Kit[/u]: Jasminekit always got into trouble when she was a kit. She would always leave the camp unannounced. When Jasminekit would be found she would always get into trouble for leaving the camp without permission. The little kit just wanted attention since she was the only kit in the Nursery at the time. Jasminekit never cared if she was in trouble just as long as her Clan gave her the attention that she wanted.

Apprentice[/u]: Jasminepaw! The indigo, white, green, and silver cat pale blue eyes sparkled with happiness. She was glad that she was an apprentice. Her mentor, Lightfoot, mentored her for seven moons and then he died from greencough. For the last three moons Jasminepaw was apprenticed to Parrottongue. Parrottongue was Lightfoot's daughter. Lightfoot was white, black, blue, and orange. His daughter was gold, silver, bronze, copper, and green. Jasminepaw had always liked Lightfoot and Parrottongue so being apprenticed to those two made her extremely happy.

Warrior[/u]: " 'From this moment on you will be known as Jasmineheart.' " Jasmineheart's pelt fluffed up with excitement. She was now a warrior and her former mentor, Parrottongue, licked her former apprentice's ears. The two she-cats had become close friends during the training sessions. Jasmineheart kept vigil that night, but unfortunately a fox still managed to get passed. "FOX! THERE'S A FOX IN THE CAMP!" The camp flew alive with activity and soon the warriors were guarding the Nursery and they managed to drive the fox away. Jasmineheart finished her vigil without any other troubles and the next day she was rewarded with her own apprentice. Unfortunately, Hissingpaw, didn't live for no longer than three moons after his apprenticeship to Jasmineheart. No one knows how Hissingpaw died. Soon after Hissingpaw died, Jasmineheart's friend Parrottongue disappeared. No cat has been able to find the she-cat and now Jasmineheart has nothing left family wise in the Clan.

[/li][li]Relationships:

Hissingpaw(apprentice, deceased), Lightfoot(first mentor, deceased), Parrottongue(second mentor, missing), Torrentclaw(father, deceased), and Spottedcloud(mother, deceased)


[/li][li]Other tidbits:

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