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| Willowpaw's Return; FieldClan | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 14 2008, 04:44 PM (363 Views) | |
| Willowheart [Missing] | Jun 14 2008, 04:44 PM Post #1 |
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Look mom! No tail! O:
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Login name: Willowheart Current Name: Willowpaw Refrence Photo: ![]() Appearance: Snowy white fur is blotched with hues of charcoal that extend to her tailtip. Her capture had lead to her fur becoming suprisingly silken, and soft like that of a regular kittypet. Even through Willowpaw was held captive by the filthy twolegs, her charcoal tonned claws are still razor sharp, and her teeth still line her mouth evenly, adding to the sheer pain of her bite. Golden eyes shine with a sort of happiness after her escape, for they were dimmer before. A discusting pink collar hangs loosely from her neck, as the twolegs think Willowpaw is underweight, yet her rib cage is perfectly hidden, but she remains slender nevertheless. Summarized Appearance: A white and black she-cat with golden eyes. Personality: Being contained by the twolegs did make Willowpaw seem glum and dreary, but she was just not content living the kittypet life. Frequently she can be seen playing with her kill, and randomly prancing about FeildClan for no apparent reason at all. Sly and mischevious at times, Willowpaw uses her cleverness often to get herself out of the tightest of situations. Sometimes kidndness is her game, yet other times she can be halfhearted, and snide. Occasionaly the young apprentice can be found gazing at the sky for what seems like hours. Her hunting skills aren't perfect, but her agility makes her a force to be reconed with. Roleplay Sample: Creeping slowly through the tall grasses Willowpaw's keen senses caught a fresh scent of rabbit. Cautiously, she lifted her head to see if she could pick out the small brown figure nearby. Sure enough the rabbit was absentmindedly gnawing on some burdock only a few foxlengths away. Secluded from both the rabbit's scent, and veiw Willowpaw crouched lowly, waiting for the right moment to strike. The rabbit looked up, and Willowpaw bounded at the prey blindingly fast, hoping to suprise it. The rabbit only had moments to react, but it was too late. Claws dug into its back as it flailed about helplessly. Crimson blood soaked the ground, and the young apprentice purred as she dragged the plump kill back to FieldClan's camp. History (What happened): Sighing heavily Willowpaw cast a pained glance to Snow and Petalsong as they were getting a mouthful from Cedarclaw. It was quite typical, and Willowpaw knew she’d be Tick picking Talltail around now, and he had at least fifty of them which only gave Willowpaw more enthusiasm. Letting out a soft groan, Willowpaw slipped through the brush surrounding the camp, to try to worm her and Snow out of this predicament. Sensibly Willowpaw should have listened to Cedarclaw and accepted her punishment without a fuss, but she had been in the elder’s den for the last three days, wasn’t it about time she got out? A black tail tip prodded the loner as she began to leave camp, and the bribing started “Snow, if you come with me, I’ll get you out of here without a fight.” It was all it took for the snow white loner to follow her as the young apprentice set off to escort her to Mothermouth, the closest safe haven for her. Paw steps treaded lightly among the tall grass stems and scents wafted about Willowpaw gently. A sudden odor caught her keen nostrils with alarm as they were surprisingly close to the Twolegplace; Collie, the pungent odor made her fur bristle sharply. A faint rustling was heard from behind a juniper bush as it grew steadily louder. Curling her lip, Willowpaw prepared herself for the worst, and a large collie sprang from behind the bushes at the young she-cats. Snow; fearing for her life fled instantly. Alone, and small, Willowpaw had minimal chances of survival. Curling its lip and baring all of its large, sharp fangs, the collie rushed her trying to met its own shoulder with her right flank and send her flying in midair, to land at the collie’s mercy. Spinning on her forepaws, Willowpaw tried to counter the charge by letting the vile canine ram its face into her claws that jutted out from her hind paws. Clunk! Claws met flesh and Willowpaw left only a few shallow cut into the collie’s shoulder, for the dog’s thick fur was nearly impenetrable. Upon impact the white and black apprentice had been knocked into with such force, she had been sent several tail lengths away into a white picket fence, and a sickening crunch made her cringe. Gasping for breath Willowpaw tried to flee, but the apprentice was at the collie’s mercy and the collie wasn’t through with her quite yet. Charging at the limp and feeble body, the dog grabbed her by the scruff and jerked her about as if a toy. Screaming broke the fight up as a twoleg rushed in carrying a weapon that of which it used to beat the collie until the putrid dog dashed off yelping in agony. Willowpaw could barely fight off the twoleg as it placed her in a trap she could only collapse, excruciating pain welling up in a foreleg. Bright light bathed the room as Willowpaw was overcame with emotions, for she knew nothing of where she was, how she had gotten here, and why her? Confused and panicking, she tried to rip through the odd trap which resembled cobwebs, but the trap only rattled as her claws scored it. Despair soon set in as she realized that an odd twoleg item incased her right foreleg. The thing was hard and seemed to keep her leg from moving like some sort of thing twolegs sometimes wore when injured. Soon after she had woke, a twoleg had come up to her trap to place a bowl swirling with a cream colored liquid in it. Curiously Willowpaw lapped up a bit of the substance, and let out a loud purr as she realized it was milk. Lapping up the milk happily Willowpaw case a wary glance to the twoleg, but the twoleg had disappeared from her sight. Glazed and confused, yet drowsy, and weak Willowpaw stood up for a moment or two, only to fall over and lay upon the trap to weak to much of anything else, she feel into a fitful sleep reminding her that she had been captured by twolegs, and needed to find a way to escape from them. It seemed like moons and Willowpaw had been sitting about a odd twoleg nest for quite some time. She had gown steadily plump from sitting about and drinking milk daily. Her cobweb-like trap had been moved to a window near a bustling thunderpath, whereupon twoleg kits would press their faces against it to get a glimpse of her. Traipsing in a twoleg walked off with Willowpaw in hand, so it took her to its nest which was surprisingly close to Fieldclan’s territory for the matter. When let out of the trap, the young apprentice stretched her fading muscles, only to realize how sore she was from loafing about in tight quarters. Snatching up the she-cat, the twoleg tried to place a collar around her neck, but Willowpaw only flailed helplessly, not accepting the fact that it was going to put that wrenched collar on her. Several other twolegs ran in onto the scene screaming in delight, but not to Willowpaw’s. Soon after, the hitious collar was finally around Willowpaw’s neck; all of the twolegs pinned her down primitively and cautiously severed off the odd object wrapped around her foreleg. Hissing angrily, Willowpaw darted off to hide and examine her foreleg, but she found it fine. Night approached, and Willowpaw poked about the house looking for a way to escape, but turned up nothing. Half a moon passed, and she had grown slender and leaner, having to eat putrid kittypet food; it was stale, and tasteless Willowpaw could only wonder how kittypets could gorge their faces in it. A half of a moon loomed over the sky, as Willowpaw looked up at Silverpelt, only to realize the only way of escape, but it was risky. The collie that had attacked her lived in this twoleg nest, and had a door it walked in and out of. Sniffing the door, Willowpaw tried to push it “Mousedung!” She spat angrily, noting the twolegs, had blocked it with a sort of thing that could be broken by something stronger than her. Purring with a cynical tone, Willowpaw neared the sleeping collie silently, but once she was done here, this place would be anything, but silent. Teeth met the collie’s ear, and the collie sprang up as the young apprentice darted for the door. Her legs locked, she felt dizzy, but she dashed out of the way just as the collie collided with its door. CRASH! The collie broke a hole in the door, and backed up, dazed as Willowpaw darted out into the garden, and out into the rolling grasses. Willowpaw was free once more, and she let out a Mrrrrr…. Of laughter as she padded towards Fieldclan at a steady lope, as not to tire herself from the intense trick she pulled on the collie. She was finally going where she belonged, home |
I'm so fly that I'm on some guys windshield ![]() Willowheart | |
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| Otterclaw | Jun 14 2008, 10:30 PM Post #2 |
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HARDLY A PROPER GENTLEMAN AT ALL
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I see some spelling mistakes throughout the application, but nothing major, and other than that I think it's good. |
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Otterstar (SC) Sootfoot (CC) Berryleaf, Thistlepaw (LC) Galestorm (FC) Whitecough (OOC) | |
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| Sandstar | Jun 15 2008, 09:37 AM Post #3 |
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Looks a-ok to me. And, as my English revision skills kick in: FieldClan.
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Sandstar, Pebblepaw/CliffClan Hailstorm/LilyClan Flowerpatch/StreamClan Quickspring/FieldClan Thesaurus molestation leads to paper cuts in unwanted places. | |
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| Willowheart [Missing] | Jun 15 2008, 04:51 PM Post #4 |
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Look mom! No tail! O:
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I fixed all of the errors I could find. :yes: |
I'm so fly that I'm on some guys windshield ![]() Willowheart | |
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| Sandstar | Jun 15 2008, 05:09 PM Post #5 |
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Much better.
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Sandstar, Pebblepaw/CliffClan Hailstorm/LilyClan Flowerpatch/StreamClan Quickspring/FieldClan Thesaurus molestation leads to paper cuts in unwanted places. | |
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| Silby | Jun 15 2008, 08:33 PM Post #6 |
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I'll do it for a SILBY SNACK
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.. Field has its own apps? |
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| Willowheart [Missing] | Jun 15 2008, 10:14 PM Post #7 |
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Look mom! No tail! O:
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Sorry, I was yelled at last time FOR posting on those forums, even when I did and Patchy accepted it, I was told to post here.
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I'm so fly that I'm on some guys windshield ![]() Willowheart | |
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