Post by samantha on Jun 7, 2010 19:16:04 GMT -5
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HELLO MY NAME IS DENIS JAMES BAKER AND I AM SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD. I'M A KELPIE AND RANK AS N/A AND I WAS BORN ON 27 JUNE 1993 IN CANADA. MY NATIONALITY IS CANADIAN. PEOPLE SAY I LOOK LIKE CHACE CRAWFORD. THEY ALSO SAY THAT I AM GENEROUS, A PARTY-ER, AND CRAFTY. TO BE HONEST, I'M BEING PLAYED BY SAMANTHA.CODEWORD: IVORY.
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE:Yewtail followed behind Sablestar and the rest of StoneClan, his eyes taking in the Gathering area. Strange enough, he'd never been to one of these Clan cat Gatherings, mostly because he didn't believe in them. But his desire to check out the competition and learn about his enemies was too much for him to pass again. It wasn't as though he did much at night time anyways.
It was the same thing over and over again. He'd leave he camp, try to sleep, find them he couldn't, and then he'd run around aimlessly, hunting and learning scents until he was completely worn out. Only then would he fall asleep, but it wasn't the comfortable dreamy type that the cats often spoke about. No, his was a restless sleep where he'd toss and turn and never be completely unconscious. It was annoying and didn't help him at all with his frustration issues.
The tom entered the clearing and immediately spotted the leaders above the rest of the 'Clan members', no doubt chatting about bland things such as the weather and food. He almost laughed out loud as the Platinum's voice spoke with sickly sweet words it was so out of character.
Focus, he told himself. The ginormous light gray tom turned toward the scattering of cats, wondering who their biggest threat was.
He immediately thought of ShadowClan, but not because of a hidden fear, but because of the she-cat who had wandered into their territory and spoke to him with a half grin as though she had never been told to fear him. That immediately crossed that Clan from his mental list. Then he thought of ThunderClan and their missing apprentice who was being held captive for Marble. They couldn't even keep their eyes on the leader's daughter, so he doubted their abilities as well. And then there came WindClan, so close to their border. They'd lost two cats already, though only one had been captured by his Clan. This left RiverClan, the only seemingly decent one of the bunch. They'd be his target. Plus, he knew Sablestar had a loathing for their fluffy-tailed deputy, so why not gather some important info on them?
" Fish, " he told himself in his rough voice of simple wording.This, of course, meant to think of their fishy scent that would no doubt give away any cat from the river dwelling Clan. " Hmm, " he stated, looking around for someone eager to brag. Perhaps a new apprentice or an old warrior? They were always the most vulnerable.
(i lost all of my human examples, so i took one from scr.)
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