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Post by Sura on Sept 24, 2012 15:26:54 GMT -5
This is were you come and join the Pridelands.
Please, please, please, read the rules first.
King: OPEN Queen: Sura ♀ Princesses: 3 OPEN Princes: Binx ♂, 2 OPEN Cub-mothers: Iravi ♀, 3 OPEN Fighters: (limitless) Traniees: Zendaya ♀
(limitless) Cubs: Amani ♀
Desta ♀
(limitless)
Please use this form:
Name: (Herp derp. You all know this)
Gender: (Don't ask me to explain it)
Personality: (What does your lion/ess act like?)
Rank wanted: (King? Princess? Prince? Or a lowly fighter?)
History: (At least a paragraph. Of pure awesomeness. It should explain if your lion/ess is really cruel and violent, ect.)
Role Play example: (At least a paragraph. We aren't asking for a narrative. So please, not more then four paragraphs.)
[blockquote]Name: [blockquote]here[/blockquote]
Gender: [blockquote]here[/blockquote]
Personality: [blockquote]here[/blockquote]
Rank wanted: [blockquote]here[/blockquote]
History: [blockquote][at least a paragraph][/blockquote]
Role Play example: [blockquote][at least a paragraph][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by Amani on Sept 26, 2012 11:35:03 GMT -5
Name: Amani Gender: Female
Personality: A daydreamer who can’t concentrate for long on anything, she has an adventurous spirit and hates to feel pinned down. She’s a self-centred cub who can’t see passed the end of her own snout and rarely acknowledges the feelings of anybody else, but most of the time her heart is in the right place and it may take a while but she can be a kind and thoughtful friend who will always treasure you.
Rank wanted: Cub
History: (Bear in mind she is a cub) Amani has had a very untroubled life, born with her brother Muhimu she was adventurous from the start and enjoyed play fighting, Amani caught on very slowly that their claws and jaws weren’t toys and after a mistaken blow stole Muhimu’s sight she has vowed to never fight again. Instead she retreated into her own world and would spend time dreaming about things instead of making them happen. She isn’t very close to any of the other cubs, lionesses or lions and spends the majority of her time avoiding Muhimu.
Role Play example: Lionpaw trotted over to his leader of light paws, there was a strangely sombre air about him, his head held lower slightly and his eyes dazed in thought.
The time had come to prove himself but his usually confident bravado had fallen, like the leaves in leaffall, torn from their branches by the bitter wind and cold air. Stolen by the bitter reality that he now had to face.
Being a Warrior wasn’t about pride or empty words, it was a promise to his Clan that he could protect them when times were dangerous, provide for them when prey was scarce.
And he wasn’t sure that he could do that.
A painful knot formed in his stomach, butterflies that flew around in circles.
“I’m ready Silverstar.” He mewed to his Leader in a strangled voice, taking a deep breath and stepping out from the Apprentice’s Den.
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Post by Sura on Sept 26, 2012 12:36:45 GMT -5
Accepted. When we have some Cub-mothers, you can choose one to be yours.
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Zendaya
Traniee
Pridelander Trainee
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Post by Zendaya on Sept 27, 2012 3:52:53 GMT -5
Name: Zendaya
Gender: Female
Personality:
Zendaya’s an energetic and (usually) cheerful youth who always seems to be doing something. If she’s not training or doing something for one of the other lions, she’s likely out exploring, climbing trees, playing with insects and other small animals, or finding some other way to amuse herself. She hates being bored, so she’s constantly seeking something to do. Normally, she’s very affectionate and loving and tries to get along with the other lionesses, to varying degrees of success. She’s loyal to her pride and likes to make sure everyone’s happy.
Zendaya tries her best at everything she does, but she does struggle with some aspects of her training and hunting. She’s impatient and a little reckless, which has led her to injury more than once and certainly will again. She has the potential to be a good hunter and fighter, but she has a lot of learning and growing up to do before she can reach that potential.
Rank wanted: Trainee
History:
Zendaya’s never cared about rank and status in the pride, which is good for her because she’s never been and never will be anyone with any real authority. Her mother was a young lioness that took interest in a rogue that wandered close to the pridelands. The rogue didn’t stick around, but – before he left - he ended up fathering Zendaya and her brother, Kafele.
The two cubs had a fairly normal upbringing, at first. Their days were spent eating, sleeping, and playing with the other cubs in the pride. As they grew, however, Kafele’s health began to diminish. It was more of an annoyance than any real hindrance, at first, but he continued to get worse until he lacked the energy to do anything but sleep. He eventually died, and his mother and sister entered a period of mourning.
That was a season ago. The ache is still present in Zendaya’s heart and always will be, but she is back to being her cheerful, playful self. She enjoys training since it gives her a distraction from unpleasant thoughts and she works as hard as she can to master everything she’s taught.
Role Play example:
Wolfflare wasn't sure how, but she had managed to get a decent amount of sleep the previous night. She was getting used to being a warrior, though the excitement had yet to die down completely, and being assigned an apprentice had stirred everything up again. She knew it was a bit early in her career for her to be training someone, but...well...it was Ashpaw. Many of the clan distrusted Ashpaw, due to the situation with her mother. Wolfflare herself had no problem with the new apprentice, and even felt sympathetic. Her own mother was dead, so she knew the pain the separation would have caused. She dearly loved the queen that raised her, but it just wasn't the same.
It was likely Wolfflare's lack of hostility toward the young she-cat that made their leader choose her over someone more experienced. Wolfflare would work as hard to help Ashpaw as she would any other cat. She would protect her, train her, and - hopefully - give her an ally amidst the sea of enemies she seemed to have gained from the unfortunate event.
The young warrior had been pacing around camp, waiting for her apprentice to wake up so she could take her on a tour of the territory. The sun had risen, and the young cat had yet to rise. It wasn't that they were running later, but Wolfflare was eager to begin and - if Ashpaw was anything like her on her first day as an apprentice - she was sure the younger she-cat was just as excited. She may have even found sleep difficult. Wolfflare purred as memories of her early apprenticeship played through her mind.
There's no harm in at least checking on her, right? Wolfflare thought to herself as she stopped pacing and made her way to the apprentice den. She stuck her head inside and looked around, spotting her apprentice after a moment. "Ashpaw? Are you ready?"
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Post by Sura on Sept 27, 2012 14:18:32 GMT -5
Accepted.
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Post by Iravi on Sept 30, 2012 19:55:11 GMT -5
Name: Iravi
Gender: Female
Personality: To her cubs, Iravi is gently but stern with a low tolerance for disobidience or talking back. She has a snappy attitude and relies heavily on sarcasm in her conversation, but beneath her bad temper she has a very kind and gentle heart. She cares for all the lions in the pride, whether she shows it or not. She actually has quite a selfless attitide and would die for a stranger if he gave her a good enough reason.
Rank wanted: Head Cub-Mother
History: Iravi actually grew up without a pride, she lived as a loner with the rest of her family. Her father had once been in the pride, but had fallen in love with a lioness in the Outlands so they had left together. Shortly before his death, he fathered Iravi, Trick and Azula. Azula along with Iravi and Trick's mother died in a rockslide and Iravi took charge, taking care of herself and her brother. Finally, she decided that to give her brother and her the proper care and protection that they needed to survive, they journeyed together to the Pride Lands where their father had been born.
Ever since they both lived there happily and Iravi slowly made her way up the ranks until she chose to become a Cub-Mother. Her and Trick are still really close today, after depending on each other so long for survival. This is the reason why they are also pretty quiet and secretive around others as well.
Role Play example:
Closing his eyes when he heard Skypaw's approach, Thornfrost took a second to compose himself. But it took longer than a second. It took five. One, to sweep together all the crumbling shards of his destroyed heart Two, to collect all the memories he had shared with Littlewillow and place them in a chest deep withing himself. Three, to place the shards of crystalized heart within the chest Four, to lock the chest with twenty customized unbreakable chains Five, to seal it away within himself, taking all his pain, despair and torture with it. Yes, seeing Littlewillow with him had been a form of torture in itself. Locked them away, one step at a time.
Opening his eyes, he saw Littlewillow run. Running from Skypaw, running from him. Why? Was she too ashamed to face him? Or was she trying to spare his feelings by leaving. At the time, Thornfrost couldn't decide whether he was grateful or not, he couldn't deal with Littlewillow just yet. One step at a time.
Turning his cold, emotionless eyes to Skypaw, he waited. Thornfrost couldn't speak, didn't want to for fear of what would erupt from his mouth. Fear of the emotions he had carefully sealed away, one step at a time. Tick, tick, tick, the seconds went on.
'Don't tell me the sky is the limit, when we've stepped on the moon. Don't tell me to shoot for the stars, when I'd much rather be grounded with you.'
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Post by Splash on Oct 1, 2012 14:13:02 GMT -5
Accepted!
The roleplay example made me cry~
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Post by Binx on Oct 1, 2012 16:21:02 GMT -5
Name: Binx
Gender: Male
Personality: A playful young lad. He loves getting into trouble with his friends. The cub is always running off causing some sort of trouble. He may be a trouble marker, but when it all comes down to it, he's as loyal as can be. If you are in great trouble Binx will come running even if he is terrified himself. The very young brute is courageous.
Binx is very bold.What he thinks of you he'll say it straight and exactly how he feels. Not giving a care in the word if he thinks it was too bold or rude.
Some times the golden cub just gets lonely and felt like their is nothing for him. This is when he is most vulnerable. He will hide from the pride and be left alone, but in all realitly he just wants someone to say, 'Hey I'm here for you.'
Rank wanted: Prince Cub
History: Binx is the son of Sura and ___, the king and queen. He is still in a young cub stage. He hates the fact that he is a prince. Binx was born in Pride Rock, being the oldest of his sibling (If he has any). His name Binx stands for. B is for blossom, a renewal of your spirit. I is for ideals, no higher!N is for name, a pleasant one indeed.X is for x, the mysterious side of you! Put it all together and you get Binx.
As he learns more about being king and having responsible the more he want to forgo his rightful place. He wants to be a normal cub and have fun with his friends and not have to worry about running a kingdom.
Role Play example: Within the shadows came a movement of a large tom cat. He was broad and thick with muscles. He paws were large, but fit his built evenly. He looked physically well, but once you look in his face, it’s easy to tell, this large tabby has his own problems. One eyes was a beautiful clear forest green color, but his other was a foggy sky-blue color. He has no slight in his right eye. Even though he’s half blind the tom has other ways of getting around. His hearing is a clear as can be. His ear pricked up at the sound of a mouse nibbling on a leaf.
Wolfeye paused and held still. The mouse was clearly on his right side, his blind side. The tom dropped into the hunter crouch. He had great trouble with this when he was an apprentice. He put weight on his right side always, but it kept him off balanced. Wolfeye slowly crept forward and listened to the mouse with his ears and kept his one good eye o the mouse. When, he was within and fox length he pounced upon the poor tiny creature. He delivered a swift killing blow to the mouse.
The dark tabby raised his head with the mouse dangling n his jaws. He gently placed the mouse at his paws ad looked up at the crystal clear sky. He let out a small purr enjoying the sight of it. “Thank you Starclan, for this kill. May you forever guide us.” Wolfeye scooped up his mouse and fetched the rest of his prey, before heading back to camp.
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Post by Sura on Oct 1, 2012 22:14:09 GMT -5
Accepted
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Post by Desta on Oct 10, 2012 22:27:28 GMT -5
Name: Desta
Gender: Female
Personality: A very kind she-cat who has a hard time seeing the bad things in life. The lioness loves to be happy and cheerful and wishes to be friends with everyone, even if they think otherwise. Still, Desta is easy to give into others, she makes a great target for bulling.
Rank wanted: Cub
History: Desta was born to a lone lion and lioness who gave birth to three cubs, Desta included. The young family was searching for a new den to raise their family and had found the perfect one. It was placed on rich land and the cave was well build and had one entrance which was small and easy to guard. The only downside to the new place, was the other lions who rested their. The pride had been their for many generations and had never had to share it with anyone else, so the didn't take kindly to the new comers. It was hard for the growing family, little food was given to them due to the over powering of the pride, but it only got worse. The pride then began to strike upon the family, tell one night they planned to kill them. Desta's father foresaw this coming and told his mate to take the cubs in a secret passage away from the den. The efforts to save their cubs was in vane, for the lions struck down Desta's father and went for the mother killing her siblings and her mother. Desta was only able to survive because of a pride mother who had snuck the young cub out. The young pride mother dropped the cub of in the pridelands and sent back to her own, leaving Desta to the lions in Pride Rock.
Role Play example: The sound of light footsteps stirred Morningkit from herself. It was not fun being such a light sleeper, the most smallest things could wake her up, such as a mouse's claws across stone, so annoying. When Morningkit raised her head and opened her eyes, she didn't see a mouse clawing across stone, but rather a grey tabby kit padding towards the exit of the den. It was late at night, and even thought it was hot and a little icky in the den, and the small brown and white kitten wondered if it was alright for a kit to be up and out of the nest and this time. Morningkit didn't wish for her den-mate to get in trouble, so she would go fetch her and bring her back.
Morningkit rose to her small brown paws and glanced around at her nest mates to see if any where aroused by her movement. With a sigh of relief, no one seemed to be disturbed and Morningkit too this as a sign to get moving. The kit stepped lightly through the many small bodies and once out of the nest she glanced back once more. Silversplash, her adopted mother, and her other siblings, also adopted into her family, where still fast asleep and having peaceful dreams. Morningkit smiled at them, they where also so cute, and then turned towards the den entrance. With swift paws she skipped towards the entrance and slowly appeared into the clearing.
The night breeze brought a cold shiver down her spine as it went through her thin fur and embraced her pink skin underneath. Morningkit gave her body a little shake, as if it would sent the shiver away. Gazing around the moonlit clearing, her olive eyes rested on three she-cats. One was a dark grey with maroon marking all over her body. Her different colored eyes and stubby tail gave her an interesting look that Morningkit found interesting. Another, was the kit she had seen wondering out of the nursery. To confirm her thoughts, she matched the pelts. A grey she-cat with tabby stripes and the eyes where unknown to Morningkit still. Then, one more she-cat was among the group, another grey tabby with striking green eyes and seemed to glow in the darkness.
Morningkit took a deep, cold, breath and began her way over to them. "Um... Pardon me, but... I hope I am not in trouble for being out this late." Morningkit was unsure at what to say to them, she didn't know any of them or what to speak of at a time like this. She just wanted to be free of trouble that she might have gotten herself into being this late.
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Post by Sura on Oct 11, 2012 15:17:30 GMT -5
Accepted
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Post by Turoko on Oct 17, 2012 15:39:45 GMT -5
Name: Turoko
Gender: Male
Personality: Turoko, when you first meet him, seems like the pridelander's poster boy. Golden furred, mane only a slightly darker shade and bright yellow eyes combined with being tall, muscular, and broad shouldered. He's friendly, proud, loyal. And he really just seems totally stereotypical. Even when you're his friend. However, behind all that Turoko is, he hides. For Turoko is nothing like his pridelander brothers and sisters behind the mask he upholds.
The side of Turoko that no one ever sees is darker. He knows that you can't have a pride as big as they do and all be flawless little perfect idiots. He knows there's dirty work. And Turoko is one of the pridelanders who isn't afraid to get his paws dirty, to lie and steal. Because Turoko isn't a fool, though he sees his pride as. While they're busing themselves with the morals, he will busy himself with the facts. And in Turoko's eyes, the facts often ain't perty. He's brave and loyal, but, the loving and friendly is a front. A mask. A lie.
Rank wanted: Fighter
History: Turoko was born in the Pridelands, and for a while, had a nice, thoughtless, careless life. However, Turoko began to notice that he wasn't like other cubs. Whereas they saw playing as fun, Turoko saw it as training. No one beat him in play fights, because Turoko was rough. He learned the limits about hurting others, but, he figured a few scratches were nothing.
However, Turoko began to realize others didn't share his highly intelligent, literal, realistic view of the world. He began to see just h ow clueless the cats around him were. When he started tsining, he quickly impressed everyone, but, found his views, his intelligence was looked down upon - morals were honored, not brains. But Turoko knew he was one lion. And he didn't want to be a lone lion. So he put up the mask, quickly morphing into the perfect little poster boy lion everyone wanted. Everyone thought he should be. He completed his training, one of the best fighters out there.
Role Play example: Pinefrost padded into the medicine cat den at that very moment, some prey she'd caught that morning dangling from her jaws. Hunting in the morning had become almost habit, and Pinefrost always took it quickly to her den, unless she'd gotten lucky and had more then what she and her apprentice would eat. She would not lie that the prey was not hers - but she didn't go out of her way to mention it either. She was a medicine cat, she had an apprentice to train, and yet she still acted like a warrior in her free time. StarClan, she needed to start putting her time into training her apprentice and doing things medicine cats were supposed to do. Such as not picking fights with deputies. Shaking her head, lost in her thoughts for a second, there was some trace of annoyance on Pinefrosts' face, and she wished she'd never met Thrushstrike, never given up on being a medicine cat. Dragging herself back to the present, Pinefrost took a quick check on her surroundings.
Blisspaw was up. That was the first thing she noticed. Pinefrost resisted the urge to swear under her breath. Her early morning hunting trips were not supposed to be known. "Hey Blisspaw." She meowed, eyes glazed as her thoughts traveled to the future. She would no doubt be training the young she-cat today, but, she did not know yet as to what. Then an idea popped up, and the she-cat let a small smile dance across her features. "Here, have a thrush. You're going to need to have something in your stomach today." The medicine cat meowed, her mind quickly planning out what she was to do as she pushed the bird towards Blisspaw. Ah, yes. A break from routine would be nice. She hunted a lot, but, fighting was always better with a sparring partner.
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Post by Splash on Oct 17, 2012 17:13:27 GMT -5
*accepts own bio*
You saw nothing.
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Post by Sura on Oct 17, 2012 21:03:33 GMT -5
Haha nice Splash XD
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