Leafpaw - MoorClan Apprentice

Login Name: Smellybluesocks/Honeydew
Desired Clan: MoorClan
Desired Ranking: late-stage Apprentice
Desired Character Age: 15 months
Preferred Warrior Name: Leafstorm
Gender: female
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Physical Description: Leafpaw's ruddy orange mixes with her pitch black fur. The interchanging patchwork design extends from the tips of her ears all the way to her tail, as chaotic as the storm she was born during. She is as slender as you would expect the agile MoorClan cats to be. Approaching 16 months, she is still a little small compared to her peers, but what she lacks in size, she makes up for with speed. Her eyes shine green.

Furcadia Description: Leafpaw's ruddy orange mixes with her pitch black fur. The interchanging patchwork design extends from the tips of her ears all the way to her tail, as chaotic as the storm she was born during. She is as slender as you would expect the agile MoorClan cats to be. Approaching 16 months, she is still a little small compared to her peers, but what she lacks in size, she makes up for with speed. Her eyes shine green. [MoorClan Apprentice]

Summarized Description: Tortoiseshell she-cat, apprentice of MoorClan

History: Born to two MoorClan cats, and currently performing tasks expected of nearly graduated apprentices.

Personality: A peaceful tortoiseshell she-cat that enjoys hunting on the plains and keeping the warrior status quo. She prefers to avoid fighting, and her lack of interest in warrior technique may be why she has not yet achieved her warrior name. Her other interests, however, have made her an expert tracker, as well as an excellent hunter.

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Sample Roleplay Post(s): I have not done any cat/animal rpgs before, so here are some copy/pastes from other rpgs... They are a little bit longer than the sample posts. ----------------------------------------------------------- Revenoky “Rev” Lervidi

Rev breathes in slowly. Rev breathes out slowly. He never fancied the thought of a tattoo; he did not like pain much. An arcane mark alleviated that somewhat, but he liked the idea of something so completely permanent even less. The arcane marks were extraordinarily difficult to replicate, not because of their imagery, but because of the innate magic tied to the thing. It’s like a little piece of oration; no actor quite delivers it the same way. Everyone’s application of the mark is special… That’s not to say they can’t be replicated, but it does require some precision. Rev does love arcane marks and attempting to imitate them, but he did not appreciate this.

Then again, maybe it was only because of the reason for such a mark. Who could have known that such beasts existed? Surely such an entity would be brainwashed by the Monarch if possible… and if not, probably tortured for the location of its family and murdered. Rev wondered if he had ever met the entity before. Perhaps it even recognized him… No, had it, there would not have been need for any aggression on its part. Rev wondered what havoc the being could wreak if it replaced him. He re-applied the mark. The white and black swirled together in near perfect harmony, safeguarding against the risk of chaos. Rev was going to become paranoid from this. He could feel it eating away at his mind already, breaking the flow of his thoughts.

“Freebringer… I know it is no longer who you are. I’m sorry to bring it up, but I need you to tell me about your old self. Tell me your name.” The assassin had watched him apply the mark a third and final time, before pulling up his sock.

He could see in Freebringer’s eyes the uncertainty of such a test. If the assassin considered for a moment that he was the only other person in the inner circle to have observed that thing. The one that could readily change its form… Freebringer would realize that he could have been replaced that night. Rev was upset with himself; telling Freebringer to give chase and separating them at undoubtedly their most vulnerable moment to that thing was one of the most foolish and prideful things he had requested. His infatuation replaced his senses in that moment, and now his sobered mind was panicking..

Freebringer continues to somberly eye Rev, looks down, and speaks, barely audible above the buzz of the tavern on top of them, “Before I took up the mantle of Freebringer, I was known as Traynis Sokolov.”

Rev hoped that the relief showed on his face. “One thing is certain. If shapeshifting beasts exist, the Monarch has already weaponized them, perhaps even the one we met. Only you will know where my mark lies. If you ever have doubts, you will know where to look.” Rev offered the wand to Freebringer.

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The young girl is mesmerized by the mages growing the plants to suit their needs. She can't believe her eyes, how she had never seen it before. The plant extends out from the vines, is twirled, and contracts all to suit the demands of the mage. When she closes her eyes, she can envision her own arm growing back into place... Courageously, the young girl entices the villagers, and more importantly, the mages, that if they can grow plants, then surely they can grow limbs and repair other biological features. The academics at the local school begin experimenting with magical growth on other biological specimens. ----------------------------------------------------------- The poor apprentice stood in shock, horrified by the squealing of his rodent test subject. The attempt to extend its hindlegs, much like the would their plants, had failed. The legs extended correctly at first, just like they should, before beginning to crumble, the flesh mixing with unimprisoned blood. It continued to wail; the cage was beginning to soak red. His mentor stood behind him, confused at what reason there could be for plant manipulation to have been so simple by comparison. The adrenaline had already slowed time down. It felt like minutes but was only seconds. Finally, the teacher commanded his student, "Seal its wounds, quickly!"

"M-magically?" the apprentice's voice shook. The rat's wails were weakening, but it still was pulling itself pitifully towards the puddle of water in its cage.

"Use part of the drying blood and residual flesh."

The spell re-organized the scattered visceral remains into deep scabs on the twitching rat's legs. It was not professional, but perhaps it would stop the pain and save their test subject. The squealing stopped as the rat collapsed in front of its bowl.

Do you have any other characters in the dream? If so, who? n/a