Roleplay Contest

[Thorn]

Post your best roleplay here! Prizes are TBA but will be worth your while for sure! there aren't any rules. It doesn't have to be a cat in fact the more variety the better! Voting will begin April 9th so please post entries by then!

[Thorn]

Not my best but one that I like
Her eyes flickered. Although the she-cat was not in her immediate area, she was close enough to make her shift her position. Suddenly, the wind broke. Making the earth stand still. Her eyes scanned the trees and with broken laughter she stood up, straighter than usual. Why she would want to look this way for a cat from another clan was unknown to her. She was Maybe she was far from normal, maybe this is what put her out from the others. Maybe she was just a cat who struck her claws into anyone she saw? Was that not a lifestyle to fear? Perhaps she wanted to look normal because she didn't want to bring fear into anyone. Or maybe it was because she didn't want to look like the monster she really was atleast, the other cats called her a monster... why thought? She had a gentle nature.Maybe she called herself a monster because it had grown on. It was clear that soon she would be standing in her own blood. That is, if she had a heart to pump the warm liquid through her veins.

Minnowpool stood up on her hind legs whisking her paws in the air this night. Instead she would normally wait there, to intimidate her enemy. It was her style to have a darker personality in battle. At midnight ,when the sky was black. They sky brought out her icy colored eyes. Would anyone question why she was out her alone? She would have to tell her leader it was a personal thing.

Her liquid orbs fell on the path before her . She placed her weight down slowly as not to crunch leaves, or startle any other cats that may be about. That was the last thing she needed. She parted her jaw and took in a breath. She was almost there. The scent was stronger."Hello?" Her tone was almost a whisper but it was audible. Her tone was more melodic if anything. Maybe that was part of the beauty. Perhaps it was also her voice that made her so attractive. Not just her eyes and pelt.

She saw a figure now. She decided to keep her distance. What if it was a leader ready to slice her into smaller pieces and hide her body. That would be one way to banish her away from the earth that she had walked on forever."I don't know if you know this...but its midnight...shouldn't you be asleep?"She knew her comment sounded a bit out of place but it was the only thing she could say besides hello that would catch their attention.

The other cat looked up, bloodstains on there pearly fangs. He unsheathed his claws, heading in Minnowpool's direction. For what seemed like forever caterwauls of war echoed in the forest. Then, silence. A body dropped to the forest floor never to be heard from again

[redwhisker]

Kate stood near her room deciding on to do what Kenji said or not. In her hand was a cloth with some type of liquid she didn’t know on it. Mia was inside sleeping. Kate opened the door slowly and closed it, Mia's breathing was normal. Kate walked over to Mia's bed and put the cloth up to her mouth; Mia opened her eyes and screamed but breathed in to much. Kate put mia over her shoulder and climbed out the door. When she reached the abandoned shop Kenji was standing there. Very good Kate, i see that you have succeeded in your mission. Now chain her up in the back room on the wall and I will give you your reward. Kate smiled and went into the back room and chained up Mia. Where is my sisters jaguar? Kenji asked. Don’t worry he is in "his" cage that i got so that i wouldnt get chewed up. Kate replied. Very good, Now you can be my little Queen. If my sister agree's to come back then we will have a task for her and you know what tast that is. Kenji explained. Mia opened her eyes and tried to move but she was locked up. Her brother walked in the room and smacked her. Come back to me and join me, little sister. His hand was ready if she said no. She looked at him and spit in his face, Never cause i dont want to be evil n- And like that he smacked her. Everytime he asked her, she would say no and then he would smack her. Well that didnt work so he started punched her in the stomach a couple times and she went down but the chains held her up. After him asking 20 times she finally said Fine ill join Kenji smiled and unchained her. Her body fell to the ground. There was a big bruise on her stomach and her face. She wondered if Owen was coming to get her but she remembered that he was probably sleeping cause it was the middle of the night. What do you want me to do? She asked quietly. Her brother smiled, Kill Owen...and bring his body back to me. she looked at him. Okay that would be easy She said. She tried to get up but couldn't cause of how weak she was. When she finally got up she left the shop and went to the Havens and fell on the sidewalk to the enternce of the Girls hallway. I hope someone finds me. Mia thought. Then Kate was behind her. Common get up mia, I’ll help you She said. You nasty slut! All you want is my brother! Mia said. Kate laughed Not really, he wants me. so get going and do your job! kait said and kicked her in the ribs. Mia gasped and spit up blood.

[skippy1959]

Can I enter more than one?

The sky wasn't natural-looking. Clouds billowed much too quickly across a thin, but dark backdrop. The towering pines of the Phantom Forest bowed and threatened to snap. Every small crack sent feline ears erect, eyes wary, making sure none would fall. Every storm brought this paranoia, and it was pathetic. The heightened wind knocked a large amount of needles off the trees, laying fresh green on the previous brown layer. The air smelled strongly of pine, tickling the scent glands of the cats of ShadowClan. This storm was to be the last hint of the warmer weather. A cold front followed immediately after. Winter would set in soon, and bring snow and sickness with it. The white substance was beautiful, sure, but at the same time it was deadly. whitecough and greencough could settle in a cat's lungs from the chill and lack of fresh prey. That was the worst part: little to no prey. All the creatures hated slowly starving to death, and with good reason.

Pine needles pricked the black pads of a large ginger and white tom, and he scoffed lightly at the puny defense they had. He rolled his eyes, rich golden amber with a fading green ring around the pupil, and gazed around for something to get into. The cat had been looking for trouble since his mother died when he first became a warrior.

Ears straightened and a mouth parted a moment after a small creature split a stick. The fiery tom fell into the hunter's crouch, perfected over many moons of experience. He tested the air and stalked in the direction of the morsel. He silently licked his lips, ready to taste fresh kill. 'The Clan is fed first,' he reminded himself before he made that mistake again. He'd always had trouble in remembering that part of the warrior code. He shook his head and returned to his hunt. Spotting the rodent, he gauged the distance to cover. A few more pawsteps then pounce. He began inching forward, never taking his eyes off the scrawny mouse foraging at the base of a pine. He didn't see the piece of debris underpaw that tipped the creature off to the tom's existence. He cursed under his breath, "Fox dung!" and jumped after the mouse. He leaped, catching the critter by two claws and flinging it into the air. It squeaked pitifully in terror as it made an arc and began descending. It hit the ground with a pleasant thud, and sat, panic-stricken, only a fraction of a second too long. The ginger cat ended its life with a quick nip to the back of the neck. While he scratched earth over it for later retrieval, he silently thanked StarClan for feeding his Clan..

He padded off toward the border. About half way to his destination, the male opened his mouth, bringing in air over his scent glands, trying to pick up any form of life. All the potential prey had hidden when storm started or when they heard his earlier, noisy kill. But something he did small was cat. He was too far out to make a positive identification, but he was almost sure it was female. He enjoyed putting his skills to the test, so he must check.

Sundance trotted towards the majority of the scent, breathing in the air, checking for assurance. The closer he got, the more sure he was that the feline was female. She was also of ShadowClan, but he didn't not distinctly recognize her. He slowed his pace, careful not to give himself away. He was nearing the border, and he became slightly wary. Soon, he spotted the she-cat, curled up beneath a big, old pine tree. She was asleep, he could hear the calm, drawn-out breaths of a sleeping cat. He edged closer, peeking out at her from behind a small bramble bush. She was beautiful, especially in such an exposed state. Why hadn't he ever seen this cat back at the cave?! He watched the rise and fall of her chest due to even breathing. Sundance sighed, content.

Suddenly, something washed over her. Her body tensed and her eyes squeezed shut. The she-cat let out some kind of noise. Whether she was frightened or furious, he could not be sure. Her body writhed in the make-shift nest, dirtying up her pelt. Sundance wished he could see her dream. Then her eyes ripped open and she hissed angrily. Her back was to his hiding spot, he realized. Sundance stood and padded leisurely forward. He closed the short distance between himself and the she-cat, seemingly unnoticed. "Why does what always happen?" He asked curiously, licking down a stubborn piece of white fur on his chest. As he receded to his haunches before her, he cocked his head inquisitively to the side and flicked his ears, showing her that he meant no harm.

`Keep your hopes up high

and your head down low

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Light scattered over the surface of the water, sending broken shafts of sunlight into the forest. A small but chubby she-rat foraged in the fallen pine needles close by, tiny whiskers twitching with her sniffing efforts. Suddenly, the rodent stood erect, eyes wide with terror. She turned her head side to side, searching for the obvious danger she felt. The creature took off towards a burrow close to the bank, but was cut off by a monster. She was flung into the air, tail swishing for balance or anything. She slammed into the ground hard, dazed for a blindingly frightening few seconds. A flash of ginger fur was the last thing she saw before her attacker ended her life. Don't play with your food, Sunny, his raiser's warm voice flowed through his mind. He audibly growled, still angry with his "mother's" deception of his entire being. 'That was the past, though. I must move on,' he told himself.

In his semi-unconscious state, the brute had accidentally pierced the prey with his ultra sharp claws. Crimson fluid oozed from the marks and stained his white paws. He hung his head, deliberating. He didn't want to bring this bloody excuse for a meal back to the Clan and identify his anger issues, but he didn't want to keep it from them either. As he was deciding, he silently sent up a prayer of gratitude to StarClan for this life. His belly growled hungrily after tasting the rat's juicy flesh. Instinct won over and he crouched to ravenously tear into his catch. A torn vein sloshed a load of uncoagulated blood onto his mouth and paws. He placed a paw over the culprit in attempt to prevent making a larger mess.

After finishing, the tom licked his jaws and scraped dirt over the remains. Blood-stained paws led him to the water's edge. He lowered himself, thoroughly cleaning his forepaws. The large ginger and white tom stepped back, receded to his haunches, and began licking the excess moisture from his anterior limbs. A fierce golden-green gaze settled on the water's surface. The tom fondly admired the familiar looks and sounds of the liquid flowing over the stones in the stream. Small groups of needles swirled in in miniature whirlpools caused by the unlevel rocks.

A flame-colored head shook violently from one side to the other, throwing away the starstruck look he no doubt had. 'If they saw you looking at the stream like this, they'd think you belonged to RiverClan,' he scolded himself. He gave one last longing stare at the water and turned to leave. A crack of a twig stopped him. His fluffy orange bodice swirled to face the general direction of the sound. Mouth open, receiving a strong cat scent, though he wasn't entirely sure who it was. "Hello? Who's there?" he asked into the forest, not sure how much the cat had seen.

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`Keep your hopes up high

and your head down low

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The tom remained unresponsive and silent, watching the she-cats duke it out with their words. He could tell by the tension in Cracklestar's muscles that she wanted to tear the fur off the WindClan warrior's back. 'Eversnow..' So she was a warrior now. Her words were icy, but also pleasant. She had practiced this in her mind, no doubt. This whole situation was premeditated, and she was to be held accountable. That lit Sundance up. He wanted to know more about her plan. He wanted to listen to her stunningly smooth voice as she informed him. Honestly, he might as well have been drooling. He snapped out of the momentary infatuation and took up his normal stance. Nonchalantly, he watched how the two felines responded to one another.

Cracklestar's gravelly voice had extreme contrast to Eversnow's. Not only the way they each made him feel, but also in tone and pitch. His leader was obviously infuriated. As if it was a disgrace to her Clan that this she-cat even thought about joining their ranks. Because he was accepted even after the discovery of his past, he somehow could empathize with Eversnow. Plus, she obviously had the willpower to deny her birth given rights as the kit of a leader-- two, in her case.

Sundance had complications with seeing either side as the prevailed. As he weighed the pros and cons in his mind, they seemed to have canceled each other out. If they let Eversnow if, she could have fantastic ideas that could give ShadowClan a lot of power that they wanted. Then again, it would cause an uproar between all of the clans and a massive war could quite possibly commence. That gave him the commanding urge to claw violently into an enemy flesh. His fiery orange pelt rippled with excitement and he was plunged into a fantasy battle.

He tore and clawed into oncoming enemies, releasing them as they squealed and retreated back into the underbrush. Crimson stained his ivory paws and he licked his lips. Muscles bunched, he leaped back into the thick of the battle. Caterwauling rose above everything and he could not make out any distinctive sounds. Drying blood weighed heavily on his fluffy coat; almost none of it was his own. He could feel a searing pain stab into his side as his skin was ripped by an opposing warrior. Sundance turned on the creature, infuriated by the overwhelming sensation of pure pain. A yowl erupted from his lungs and he grasped his attacker's pelt in his jaws; he had no idea where he grabbed the cat. He gained momentum by dragging the smaller cat in a circular motion. Then with powerful muscles and the release of his jaws, Sundance tossed the feline like a piece of fresh kill. He searched around wildly for his next victim.

'Mousedung' he cursed under his breath. 'Only a daydream.' His position told him that he had not moved from the spot he had occupied. And the conversation hadn't gone far without him either; they were still arguing, and he had only missed a few moments of it. The only indication that he had even ditched reality were the deep scores in the ground under his massive paws where he had dug into the earth. He sighed and looked Eversnow over once more. Deciding that it was worth whatever it takes, he spoke for the first time since she had revealed herself. "Cracklestar," he began a little shakily while addressing his leader, "maybe we could at least, er, listen to her ideas." He felt awkward asking for her to see his way. He slowly gained more confidence in his words as they flowed out.

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These are all with my lovely Sundance. He's my main tomcat. This is the first site in which I haven't created him.

[Thorn]

I LIKE IT!!!

[jinxeh]

I'll only post one... for now xD

It was sick how beautiful the day was. The sky was painted a shade of blue, slightly darker than the water glistening in the pond within their territory. It was free of any clouds; nothing disturbed the serenity of it, the peacefulness. Even the air was still. No trees swayed, no grass rustled. Some people could call it calming, Crimsonfire called it eerie. There was something about the way everything stood still, that prickled his skin, and unsettled him. The day was beautiful yes, but it was too unfitting for the circumstances in which the tom cat had left the camp. He had just spoken to Sparrowstar, who had told him there would be a change of ranks, and the shock was setting in, deep within his heart, his mind, every inch of his body that it could touch. He was dazed, confused, uncertain but most importantly, scared. Sparrowstar wouldn't inform him of the nature in which she was taking her leave, only that she would not be addressing the Clan any more as leader. Crimsonfire had only given a blank stare to the ex-leader, and a half-hearted nod as a sign that he was listening.

Then, he left.

Out into the territory he had gone, through the sickeningly beautiful day, the calm, humid air he breathed into his lungs. It was surreal ... the conversation ran through his head in a whirl wind, whipping through, destroying every other thought in its path. She had told him he would lead the Clan, and he would need to choose a deputy to replace himself. He didn't know what to say, how to react, whether to be happy, sad, angry, or worried. So, he settled on all of the above. Now, he had questions dripping into the conversation. Questions he had not asked of her. The most prominent question being "Why?" Crimsonfire knew she was not ill, her nine lives were still apart of her and so, the curiosity was nagging at him. If she was perfectly healthy, why did she step down and forfeit the position to her younger, less experienced deputy who had no control over the temper that had been heard ringing through the camp more than once?

Crimsonfire wasn't ready to be leader. Yes, he spoke highly of himself, and boasted to his clan mates about when he would be leader and that he couldn't wait for the time of his life: the sooner the better. Not this soon. He didn't know what it meant to be a leader; he thought he did, but he was completely clueless. Hell, he didn't even know what it meant to be deputy, seeing how he had only held the position for a few moons. He had mentored an apprentice, a beautiful young warrior who made him proud everyday, but that was different. Then, he was only responsible for one cat. ONE! Not a whole Clan who he wasn't very popular in for the most part. How could he lead a Clan that he barely knew? Crimsonfire knew TigerClan territory from border to border like his own stripes, but his Clan mates was another story. He knew his parents, he knew his old apprentice, and he knew Snowstorm, well he thought he had a pretty good idea about him at least. Goldenlight wasn't a stranger to him either, but the others? He could barely put names to faces. Crimsonfire felt his chest tighten as the reality of the situation began to set in.

Fear is a strong emotion, strengthened by worry. He was only twenty-one moons! The responsibility was enormous; deciding when to go into battle, pairing mentors with apprentices, naming apprentices to warriors, sorting out Clan issues, the list went on and on. Crimsonfire could hardly decide what he wanted to eat from the fresh-kill pile, let alone Whateverpaw's warrior name! Yes, Crimsonfire was scared, and it showed in his body language. Ears swivelled to and fro, listening to the silence around him, tail lashed out behind him, and his round, expressive golden yellow eyes dashed were open wide, not really seeing anything around him. What was he supposed to do? What was he supposed to say? For being the strong cat he was, he felt like a blind kit in a world with strange smells, noises and strange cats. The only difference was he wasn't a kit any more, and maybe he was being immature and his fear was unjustified, but never in his twenty-one moons of life had he expected to have to address his Clan mates as leader so soon.

Taking in a deep breath, he closed his eyes to the world, and shut out the silence that was thrumming around him like a thousand drums. Crimsonfire needed to accept the fact that he was going to be leader now, and that meant he was going to have to accept the responsibility and prove that he wasn't too young, even though deep in his pounding heart, he knew he wasn't ready. However, the Clan didn't need to know that. With each breath that he drew in, his heart beat slowed until it came to pulse at a normal calm rate, and he opened his eyes. Throwing his gaze to the heavens, his tail came to a stop behind him, and his ears rested in a perked position upon his large, broad crown. The tom stood completely still for several seconds, before turning to head back to camp, a new found confidence stroking his fur, and coaxing him forward to his destiny. All the emotions from earlier still twisted and turned in the pit of his stomach, but none of it showed on his face. Unable to completely hide, for it was betrayed through the mirrors to his soul, he didn't plan on getting that close to his Clan mates until the feelings wore off and he was able to control everything within himself.

With each step he took on his return to TigerClan camp, a new emotion blossomed within the young tom, and he barely felt his paws touch the ground. Excitement began to flourish in his body, and he moved with more confidence than he had all morning. Suddenly, the day didn't seem so eerie, and he was able to see the beauty in which the day held to the world. The closer he got, the more nervous got, but the excitement met it with an immense force. When the entrance came into view, his face morphed into it's usual expression, the proud air of the young deputy circling his body in a intimate swirl. When he reached the entrance however, he stopped and a new thought crossed his mind.

What will Stormhawk think?

Crimsonfire felt the weight of his father's judgement crash down upon him like a tidal wave on the shores of a bustling beach. His excitement and prowess was silenced in one clean stroke and he was left with the two emotions that had been desperately trying to take over his mind: fear and nerves. Subconsciously, Crimsonfire's paws shuffled and cursed his father. Why did he have to make everything so difficult?! Curling his lip at the thought of his fathers disappointed face looking down on him when he was just an apprentice, he took in a breath that filled his lungs to their full capacity, and he held the air within them until he felt the aggravation leave his body, and he released the carbon dioxide from his lungs into the air.

No. Stormhawk would not ruin this for him.

Powerful legs carrying him through the entrance and through the camp, his head held high and with each paw hitting the ground with determination he locked his eyes on the large felled log. When he was in the perfect position, he launched himself on to the top of it, digging his claws in so that he wouldn't he lose his balance. The large Bengal turned to face the heart of the camp, the lake silent on the far border of the camp. Swallowing the bile that had risen in his throat, Crimsonfire took one last look around camp before opening his strong jaws, his husky voice echoing through his home.

"Let all cats old enough to hunt their own prey, gather here!"