Name: Mousenose
Desired Rank: Warrior / Queen in the future
Roleplay Sample Prompt: #2
Roleplay Prompt Response:
Tired from a busy afternoon of hunting Mousenose had decided to take her hard earned meal to a shadowy sheltered spot; she'd sat down and tucked into her meal with gusto letting it's gamey flavours sit on her tongue before swallowing each bite.
The thrill of a too young kitten caught her attention, the young Dawnclan kit was shaping up to be a brave warrior, but even the bravest members needed to follow clan rules.
Shaking her dusty brown and white fur she stood up leaving her half eaten meal behind, she'd only taken a step towards the kit when an ominous shadow zipped past her paws.
A hawk circling the defenseless kit.
Like a warrior stalking a mouse....
Mousenose let out a furious caterwaul. It didn't scare the hawk off. It just kept circling...closer....
As it dove down; so did Mousenose, towards the now terrified kitten, she landed squarely over the small body shielding it from the cruel talons with her own!
She felt those same talons score against her body! Her mouth gaped in a pained shriek, the molly dug her claws into the earth refusing to move away from the precious young life...even if hers would be at risk.

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Names: Wishkit(F), Wolfkit(M) and Smallkit(M)
Desired Rank: Kits of Willowwish
Name: Willowwish
Desired Rank: nevermind i reread 5 times, deputy if possib,e if not warrior
Roleplay Sample Prompt: You're an adult member of the Clan, and today you have been given the honor of leading a hunt. Despite the fact that the weather has been a little warm lately, you decide to lead your party onto the frozen lake that borders the territory. Things are going well until you're halfway across the lake. Suddenly you hear a loud cracking sound, and the ice begins to fragment beneath your paws.

Roleplay Prompt Response: The grey and white cat froze, the sound shocking her. She raises a yowl to warn her clanmates-, "Off the ice! Off!"- and as they bound away, she follows. the cracking ice was only a muzzle lengh away, before she hopped onto shore. she recollected her senses, before puffing up her chest, and role calling everyone to make sure no one was lost.

Extra info:
Willow: A light grey cat with her muzzle, chest, underbelly, tip of tail, and paws(except for right) white. Icy blue eyes. (Willowkit, paw, wish)11 moons
Wish: A light grey cat with her muzzle, chest, underbelly, tip of tail, and paws a (tinted, actually white)light blue. Icy blue eyes(blind). (Wishkit, paw, flower)6 moons
Wolf: Very dark grey cat with muzzle, ears, tip of tail, and paws a dark red. Amber orange eyes. (Wolfkit, paw, flare)6 moons
Small: Black cat with his muzzle and right paw white. Cyan eyes. (Smallkit, paw, step)6 moons

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Your reply is shorter than the prompt, and would not give the other members of the roleplay much to respond to. You also switched tenses part of the way through, and there are a few sentences that aren't capitalized correctly. You also expressed the intent to join with four cats when my rules clearly say the limit is two. Because of these things, I'm going to have to decline your application. I'm also not allowing retries so that I can avoid cluttering up the thread. I wish you the best of luck in your search!

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should have said something instead of editing the thread after i posted. thanks anyways. and im on computer so i mean, my ipads much better. but whatever

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Name: Sorrelpaw
Desired Rank: Apprentice ( female )

Name: Harespring
Desired Rank: Warrior ( male )

Roleplay Sample Prompt: 1 ( Testing out Birchpaw's character, so this is under the prerequisite of her being a metaphorical warrior. )

Roleplay Prompt Response: Pale olive eyes grazed the irresolute ice, once a ceremonious liquid that quietly lapped at--but now clashed--with the lake's feeble shore in thick white sheets. A stubborn flick of her tail offered only persistence, despite the hesitant murmurs of her clanmates. She puffed out her chest indignantly, cream spattering ruffled against the she-cat's darker pelt. She opened her mouth to protest--to reinstate her position as *head* of this hunting party. Though she resigned, in the end, biting her tongue in a rare moment of contemplation. This lead her only in circles, and soon enough her paws were ghosting across the solid surface of the lake. The cold nipped at her paws and nose, threatening frost-bite as she turned to face her unfaithful brigade. The wind whistled, shaking the pelts of she and the sparse hunting party--their meager findings already beginning to freeze. "Go the long way--see if I care. When you have no teeth and have to have the elders chew your frozen mice for you, don't blame me, though." The statement might have been a provoking one, if not for the slight edge of bitter malice that crept across the warrior's tongue. She wanted to be home, curled up in her own nest and away from winter's grip.

A moment of hesitance rippled through the party of cats, though one by one they gathered their slain prey in their maws, following the pale cat across the ice. It was only to be expected--she was right, after all. Going across the lake would cut their trip back by more than half. Warmer bodies for the prey-pile, warmer paws for the clan that depended on them. She saw no flaw in her plan, disregarding the sun with a stubbornness she'd earned from the last clan meeting. Starclan had proclaimed the ice unsafe to travel across. Yeah, right.. The ice could hold a no-fur, certainly a cat would have no trouble traversing it. Stupid clan cats with their stupid beliefs. The warrior saw herself a step ahead of the rest, both physically and mentally. Her chest swelled with a self-fulfilled pride as they made it half way across the pond. She firmly believed that if she kept this up, the rank of deputy would be hers. She could hear the spark of agreement as it passed through her clan-mates, tail perking pridefully with their appraisal. Though it was quick to drop, her success short lived and pelt doubling in size as a shiver of dread rippled down her spine. The realization hit her faster than any rival's pawswipe: that was no murmur of appreciation--rather it was the wrath of Starclan themselves. The yowl of a thousand ancient cats guffawing at the delusions of a young warrior, her gaze widening in terror as the ice cracked, a sharp gash forming between her paws. The ice groaned, her clanmates caterwauled in hysteria. "Oh, fox-dung..."

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Name: Brokenpaw (Male)
Looks: Looks (Ignore the "Crown" suffix, it is my oc, XD)
Desired Rank: Apprentice.
Roleplay Sample Prompt: #2
Roleplay Prompt Response:
Brokenpaw munched down on one of the caught preys, welcoming the tasty meat inside his maw. The apprentice's audits perked at the sound of a hawk in distance, his icy blue orbs' pupils were now in thin slits, watching from far as a hawk approached one of the clan's kits. Brokenpaw twitched his nostrils and got back up to his fours.
He quickly darted in the kits direction, his strong structured paws sank deep into the ground, boosting him up in a large jump, which made him land roughly back, covering the kit under his stomach, Brokenpaw meowed towards the hawk that landed on the ground and slowly approached him and the kit, he attempted hissing, but not to intimidate the hawk still, then snapped at it, and it finaly went away, holding a tiny, bleeding clawmark on one of it's wings.

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Other than the wolfspeak (orbs, audits) your application looks good! Are you able to role-play without using the overly flowery language?

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Name: Pegionkit
Desired Rank: kit
Roleplay Sample Prompt: #2
Roleplay Prompt Response:

Sitting in the clearing with a freshly caught vole, Willowsong watched her clanmates mill around fulfilling their duties and playing with the older kits. Deciding to go listen to the calming sound of small heartbeats and mewls from the nursery, she picked up her fresh kill and started padding towards the nursery. She was about half way across the clearing when the shadow of a bird sent a chill up her spine. Dropping her meal, she quickly scanned the clearing to make sure all the kits were safe when she spotted a young kit sniffing at the fresh kill pile. Keeping an eye on the hawk, she slowly crept towards the kit hoping the hawk wouldn't notice it. Suddenly, the hawk started circling the pile and kit, getting closer every loop. Not wanting to take any chances, Willowsong sprinted for the kit and roughly grabbed its scruff while skidding into a turn. As fast as her legs would allow her to, she raced back to the nursery and hid herself and the kit in the shadows and out of sight of the hawk.

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Name: Kyra
Desired Rank: Warrior
Roleplay Sample Prompt: #1
Roleplay Prompt Response:
Kyra had finally been given the chance to prove herself as a loyal Clan cat. Her kittypet origins held her back, but not today. Today the deputy had put her in charge of a hunt. Quietly, she padded along throughout the forest, the rest of her hunting party following her lead. Ahead of them was the lake, frozen over and shining slightly due to the sun hitting it. Although the weather was quite warm, the siberian bengal she-cat decided to lead them across it due to there being much more prey in the area ahead. Going around the lake could take hours, and she knew that her hunting party would not be able to last that long. That being so, Kyra took the somewhat logical decision of going straight across the ice. Thankfully, there were only five other cats in the hunting party, so they wouldn't get separated easily. Leading the way across the ice, Kyra amicably chatted with her fellow warriors until she felt a slight tremor under her paws. Frosty eyes widening and pupils dilating, the she-cat screeched, "Run for it!" before running straight across the ice, aiming for the other side with the hunting party in tow.

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Name: MoonLeaf
Desired Rank: Medicine Cat
Roleplay Sample Prompt: Prompt 1
Roleplay Prompt Response:

The cracking of the ice beneath his paws was thunderous, a rolling brontide shifting the very fabric of the world below and abruptly tearing apart the sanctity of peaceful disposition he'd once had. At once, MoonLeaf's reality changed. What began as a delightful outing across the sun tickled snow dissolved into the sickening lump of terror now burning its way through his stomach... the gentleness of snowfall and the coolness of ice against his pink pads now a hungry demon, reaching up to sink its chilled teeth into his legs.

He turned, with reddish eyes flashing bright and pupils shrunk to pinpoints, and he called out sharply to the rest of his patrol.

"BACK!" Snapped Moonleaf with as much choked breath as he could muster- and then the earth shattered and he dropped, embraced immediately by the cold water.
Darkness rushed in to wrap him up, his white fur heavy and icy claws squeezing the hope from his heart and air from his lungs. He couldn't rise- every time he tried to reach for the shimmering light, his face bumped up against the barrier of the frozen surface above him, eliciting only further dawning horror, and the sinking, terrible realization that he was....trapped.

Trapped, out of air, with joints already growing stiffer and windmilling paws slower. The water seemed thicker somehow, harder and harder for him to struggle against and Moonleaf was...sinking. Slipping away from the glittering temptation of sunlight beyond his head..

Then, something sharp drove into the back of his neck, though he hadn't even the energy to flinch as it hooked in deep and hauled him upwards. The other two warriors dragged him bodily from the hole he'd fallen through, soaked down to his marrow and violent coughs shaking through his chilled body.
He could not remember later how they got home.. whether he was dragged there or managed to stumble between his two fellow cats somehow.. but he did remember afterwards. He remember the gentle and authoritative touch of the Medicine Cat. He remembered being warmed slowly, given herbs to chew, feeling the embers of life fanned within his chest.

MoonLeaf remembered thinking- If this is what a Medicine Cat can do, I want to learn.

Extra ;
Gender - Tom
Personality - Easily startled and a little flighty, but devastatingly loyal, and will overcome his fears for the sake of others quickly. MoonLeaf has a big heart, and trusts easily. His selflessness may lead to self destruction in his desperation to keep his clan members safe, and he's been known to take special interests in kits born as runts, or generally more isolated and lonely than their siblings.
Looks - Albino long hair Balinese

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