Most Improved Roleplayer Competition

[. wren]

This is a competition on seeing who has improved the most in their time of roleplaying. This does not necessarily mean 'who is the best' at RPing, but simply, who has come the farthest.

Rules

-- Must use your own posts

Prizes

-- First Place: One 'New Character', 25 Exp
-- Second Place: One 'New Character'
-- Third Place: 25 Exp

End Date

-- June 2nd

Current Entries

-- Wolfstar
-- Gorsewhisker

Entry Form


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[Wolfstar]

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Lightningstorm bounded toward the commotion

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Wolfstar sat chatting with a few apprentices, his eyes holding a stern yet warm light to them. "work hard or I'll hold you back a moon." he warned seriously. The apprentices nodded with wide eyes, knowing the large tom was true to his word. "As long as you do what you're told and obey your elders, you should be fine though." the leader smirked. That earned a less tense nod from most of the apprentices. These apprentices sure do seem scared of me....am I really that scary? he thought as he continued the conversation.

Once he noticed a few of the mentors heading over, Wolfstar stood from his crouch. "alright, training time! Have fun." he chuckled somewhat darkly. He knew how hard the apprentices trained. It was practically hell for them, but that earned them a strong body and lots of knowledge.

Maybe it's time I take on an apprentice...though I do have my paws full with my Clan and new deputy... the reddish-brown tom thought as he padded to his den to rest. He'd been on several patrols and walks. His body was aching from pushing himself in training. Hopefully I can sleep peacefully.....or not.... he thought, turquoise eyes opening just after closing. He sat up from laying down, ears swiveling toward the sound of an approaching cat. He tasted the air to see who'd bothered him.

[Gorsewhisker]

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"Rapidkit quiety looked over at Gingerkit. His eyes seemed faraway, but, alas, he stared derectly into the kittens face. He looked at Shykit. The two kits appeared to like talking. He sat, looking at the two kittens, unblinking. He let out a sigh. These kits probably had mothers, or at least had a nicer mother than he had. He blinked, and he continued to gaze wordlessly at the other two kits. He looked away from the others. He frowned, and his muscle that was bunched up by a single long scar burned in protest."
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cactuspaw was bored, and the first thing that anyone should know about the lithe feline was that cactuspaw hated being bored. not only did being bored mean that there was nothing to do around camp, it meant that something needed to be done. something needed to be instigated. and to let herself get rid of that horrible disease called boredom, cactuspaw always let herself instigate trouble (no wonder the cats in her clan hated her so much). not only did she heckle the warriors and the queens, put bugs in the elders food, and act troublesome in general, she was rather unapologetic about the entire thing. she had fun - what else mattered? apparently, a lot.

on this particular night, her mentor had kicked her out of camp. little did the feline know that cactuspaw was capable of all kinds of trouble - not only could she stir up a fox nest or something, but maybe she could scare away some prey. or something. she wasn't quite sure what she was going to do yet, but it was clear that she wasn't going home anytime soon; she may as well camp out for the night until someone came and got her. but she wouldn't let it be that easy for her mentor, the silly thing. why would he leave her unsupervised out of camp? did he assume that she was loyal to windclan, after all the yelling of the senior warriors directed at her? she was sure that if anyone else was in her paws, they would probably just as cold-hearted towards her clan as she.

well, it wasn't like cactuspaw was going to go and desert on them all - that was too easy. she found that it was also too risky to prance over to skyclan or whoever the border clans were and talk about their clans innermost secrets (it wasn't like there were many, anyway…) but she could certainly steal a few prey, start a petty fight between the two clans. why, maybe they'd even win some territory and she'd be heralded as a star.

her mind made up, she started towards the borders. it wasn't that hard to walk to a border; you simply walked long enough and you would reach one. cactuspaw spent most of her time in camp, so she didn't know the full layout of the territory, but she knew she was close enough when she tasted the scent of riverclan on her tongue, and she knew she was upon it when the scent made her want to pass out in disgust. she had never tried eating one of the slimy creatures before, but if that was all that these cats ate, she certainly didn't want to.

having never taken part in a gathering in her short life span, she had never seen a riverclan cat and wondered if they looked anything like windclanner cats. cactuspaw herself was rather vain in the area of appearances, and if riverclanners looked anything like they smelled, she did not want to meet them. however, as she was standing at the very edge of the border now, it was almost too late to turn back. her mentor would find her and question her no matter what.

and so, with a grin, the child deliberately hopped over the border, giggling a bit to herself as a rush of endorphins filled her. what to do, what to do? the possibilities that came with a lack of boundaries excited her.

[Pebblestep]

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Mothkit raised her head in alarm as sounds from outside the nursery woke her in the night, blind eyes raked uselessly back and forth -- her ears were the real tool.
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(From a big-cat warrior rp. Harepaw, crippled Medicine Cat apprentice of Cheetahclan is escaping from a fire that takes the clan camp. He worries over his sister -- Monarchpaw.)

She was hurting, at least it seemed like it. The smell of scorched fur was a poignant one, and since miraculously he seemed to have managed not to get caught beneath any serious embers, he assumed Slittedwing had been painfully waiting for him. She tossed him the herbs, and with a look at her eyes and her muttering mouth -- she was probably saying something indignant to him, but over the roar of blood in his ears and the ever-increasing crackling of flames that surrounded them -- it was lost to his ears.

"She'll be fine Harepaw." she was gruff with him, once again -- but she didn't know. Didn't know that Monarchpaw probably wouldn't be fine -- had probably done something stupid in the hopes of being a hero, or had decided to come back for him. He knew her mind, well at least he liked to think so, and knew she wouldn't have wandered meekly away when told. "Burned. Everything's Gone." a white hot flash of unexpected pain. All of it? Everything they'd had -- except for these few shriveled and singed bits she'd managed to save? No... oh, no. So young, yet so devastated by the loss of their entire store. All those lives that could have been saved, burnt to little more than lung-clogging grey dust that would only make the problems worse when they had once solved them. Golden eyes squeezed shut tight, willing the panic and sorrow down for however long to took to get Monarchpaw and get away from here. "And if we don't leave now, we'll burn as well."

She ran. No doubt slowly for him -- but she still slipped out of his sights occasionally, as he hurried to keep up. The young tom couldn't exactly run -- crippled leg no longer straightened as it should, didn't bend in the proper manner either. The bones were wrong now he supposed -- either way, the best he could do was a medium paced trot-wobble, and even that was slow. The heat behind and on all sides slowly increased, and the sounds of his home being destroyed refused to leave his mind -- just like the indignant tone and look that Goosefeather had once given him for being too meek, or the dying cries of his adopted mother. Things that would never fade from his memories, forever ingrained and causing grief.

His paws burned, the ground beneath them baked with the heat of a thousand days -- flames licking at any surface they could reach -- flaming rain fell from the branches that sloped over his head -- dotted his back and flanks with drops of pain and fire.

He was slow, and it took them far to long to reach the river. The opposite bank looked almost serene in it's untouched glory, save for the many scents of his clan-mates. He turned back -- eyes skirted over the writhing and boiling of the flames that ate at everything he had ever known. Monarchpaw better have gotten herself out. He almost wanted to wait here -- besides, he couldn't walk properly let alone swim. A surprised and frightened yowl was muffled by his herb-burden as he felt himself being lifted off the ground, and he panicked for a moment swirling his limbs around to try and right himself, and the realized it must have been Slittedwing. No! He couldn't go yet, he didn't know if she was safe -- didn't know if his only family was going to survive -- she was more important, more important than anything to him! Slittedwing yanked his burden from him without so much as a thought, and then he was being prickled by thousands of tiny daggers as he floundered in the shallows, struggling to gather his feet under him. He almost turned in her direction and told her he would wait. Almost. The current decided for him, and after a startled moment of lungs filling with water, he managed to thrash his way into something of a shallow bit. It took nearly all the strength he had to keep himself moving in the right direction, his muscles cramping and seizing as the cold waters forced them to tighten. Claws dug into the soft soil of the bank after what seemed like a millennium of slow painful movement, and he clung there. Desperate to turn back, but knowing that he couldn't make it.. Wouldn't make it. Shouldn't.


He scrambled away from the river's icy clutches, and huddled there on the bank, for a moment not realizing he'd drifted quite a bit with his slow progress, and then began to pick his way back up the bank, parallel to where Slittedwing had thrown him. His slight frame was a convulsing mass of cold and panic, eyes wide, though dull looking -- as if he couldn't comprehend what was happening.

Dawnflower's screeching wriggled like a startled fish through the fog covering his brain, and he blinked. Slowly -- unresponsively, as if watching the scene play out in his head. She flew past his huddled form -- and Slittedwing as well, as she was no doubt pulling herself from the water as well, and his head followed her movements slowly. His eyes were wide - sides heaving as if he had just survived a long fall. With a sickening slow pace, he turned and followed her track -- watched her slice through the water and dart back into the flames. She was gone within moments.

Relief was the first thing he felt, because Dawnflower was going back for her. Despite the vast difference between the two, you would have to be both blind and deaf to not notice the bond that had formed between them. He also knew that regardless of her timid nature, Dawnflower would find Monarchpaw. The thing was -- he didn't want to know about what she would find of Monarchpaw. The second thing he felt, was anger. Irrational yes, because Monarchpaw had probably gone back for some reason she'd deemed important -- maybe even for him. But she was an idiot for it. Completely and utterly mouse-brained. Still facing the river, he bared his teeth. "You Mousebrain!" his screech was one of anger, but saturated with fear and sorrow as well. She was trapped there, and now Dawnflower was threatened as well.

He wanted to sit there, wanted to pace back and forth along the banks until he saw two figures emerging from the raging inferno that still continued to grow, but he knew that wouldn't be the case. Before Slittedwing could chastise him, he plodded over to her -- eyes doing nothing to hide the raw emotion within them. That was Monarchpaw's job -- to be the strong one -- Harepaw was the transparent one. "What do you need me to do?"

Was that pleading in his voice? A silent plea that he was almost sure she would pick up on, because she was Slittedwing and she noticed all, that she give him something -- anything to distract him from the fact that his sister could possibly be dead at this very moment. Something -- anything, although it would be futile all the same.

[Sootstar]

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( wolf rp of furc way back in 6th grade... e-e)

*Sunni-chan. the short, lithe wolf stood hardly on the cold, hard ground, claws breathing throuh the earth with all her might. she was angry that shade was in love with lightning. what did she have that sunni did not? her tall legs were attractive, unlike lightening's short fat ones. even if lightening was taller. she imagened lightning. then lightening's juguler. then her ripping out ligthning's juguler.. teeth bared, she ripped out a chunk of a rock before she passed out, green eyes rolling into the back of her beautiful head.

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(Another furc one)

*Wince. Large body shifted uncomfortably against the mound of stones, steel blue eyes hesitantly peeking at the dark lump on his paws. Val was feeling rather level headed at the moment, not so much wanting to rip some poor chump's head off whilst pupsitting the... coyote. He wasn't even quite sure where the midget came from, truth be told. But she had been dumped on him like his responsibility, which to Valentin was quite irritating.

The lump moved in his paws, and he gave it a distasteful face as skull lowered to rest on the ground beside his forelegs. Under any other circumstance, he hated youth. But seeing the injured kid had pulled the tiny heartstrings he had, and Val couldn't help but at least tolerate it in all of it's unconsciousness. Who even was this kid, anyway?

Who knew. Val really didn't care enough to ask any (c)

[Plasma]

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"Come on, before we have to go back" She meowed loudly at EchoFeather. Pouncing on the water, catching another large fish, doing the same as before, Digging her fangs into the fish, the wiggles kepted going to one last one wiggle. Bitterleaf ran the fish she had caugh before and lay it there with the other one. Bitterleaf gave out a huge yawn, in the middle of it she closed her mouth. and tits her head at Echo who was in the same spot.
"Opps, come on now.....Turtle" She playful pawed Echofeather, giving out a laughter.
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"Follow." Her paws were light against the ground, almost as if she flew through the camp towards near the exit of the camp. Her unsheathed claws scooped up mud with each stride she took. Her cailco body stretched and shrunk with each movement, her eyes closing every few moments. She had padded out of the camp as she had lead them towards the hunting grounds of the southern territory.

Her green eyes surveyed the land, watching to see the plump, brown creature that she so desperately wanted to kill. The day was slowly coming to an end and she'd been unsuccessful with her hunting. She'd always had prowess with weak hunting skills, and was it ever a fault in her turn. "Wait... I see one. " As she spotted the plump morsel of prey, the tabby leaped and bit down on the creature, warm blood trickling from its wound. It was freshly killed and hopefully some apprentice would realize just how hard she had worked to catch it. Stretching out her paws with the creature dangling from her maw she headed back to camp. Though she'd managed to catch some prey, no satisfaction was felt. One measly piece of meat that would feed just one of her Clan mates.

Willowpelt pushed her body through the tall grass, towards the she-cat. "I need you to teach me something. " Maybe the bright sun had gotten to him, lulled his sleep-sodden mind and added weight to her eyelids. Perhaps it was the lullaby of someone in the recesses of the warrior's den snoring. But, what ever it was, it had made Willowpelt grow tired of watching and waiting for a companion and offered up the option of resting his azure eyes for a few winks. Sleep still dulled her usually-bright green eyes, and she blinked for a long moment. Early-morning gunk still clung to her eyelids, and attempted to stick them together again, lulling her back into sleep even as she kept walking.

Willowpelt opened her eyes just before she crashed into Zerotolerance, who was near. She tried to veer sideways and miss her, but she was too close; instead, Willowpelt's hind leg kicked out, her tail whipping forward on the momentum from throwing herself sideways. Great. Now she was almost positive she'd pulled a muscle in her neck on top of kicking and tail-whipping one of the younger warriors. "I'm sorry..." she meowed, making no effort to get up from the ground, glancing over her shoulder at her. "I didn't mean to kick you, honestly -- I shouldn't have volunteered for that patrol, I'm so-so-so..." Another yawn interrupted her words -- "tired."

She'd woken up kind of early. okay, so the dawn patrol hadn't even left yet but it wasn't that early. it was only a little dark out. a lot. there was barely any light at all, okay. it was really early, or really late? whichever, there wasn't a difference. Willowpelt had been hungry and with little to nothing on the fresh kill pile she'd trudged out into the forest on a night hunt. not her favorite thing in the world, by the way, but she had to eat. "Anyways... I want you to teach me to how to lead. I mean, i don't want to take a Reaper postion at all... i am.." Her yawns interrupted her words again. "Sorry -- Curious. "