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Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Dec 30, 2018 17:13:00 GMT -5
WinterClan is in Search of a new Frozen to guard Sweetpine, the Jarl along side Violahope the current Frozen. These are rp tryouts. It would be idea for the character you choose to already be a member of the clan however this is not necessary. Anyone can tryout for this position. Wic is working on contribution requirement for all its rp and staff positions (small requirements) So please keep this in mind when trying out. These tryouts work much the same as Gladiatorial trials. The clan meets at the arena in the meadow and cats who wish to fight for this honor will take turns facing one another till the strongest remains able to fight. If you do not want this position but want to help spice things up feel free to join in the battle but make sure to state that you do not want the position.
[ FORMAT - Cats name & current position - if not on page say [messages prima or francxs bio] ]
Leatherstar sat in the center of circle of stones used for the arena. Blood stains from past trials still stained on the stones. The snow here seemingly permanently stained a dark amber brown. He flicked his tail for Sweetpine to join him. "Today we fight. We fight to determine who among you is the best. Who can stand the trials of guarding another with their life, to fight today or the future f this clan as in a mere flick of the tail I may be with the ancients and Sweetpine your next Chieftain." He leveled his emerald green gaze across those cats gathered. "If you think you have what it takes step forward and prepare yourself. As this may very well be your last day."
[killing another users character is forbidden unless given permission. There are no rules in the arena. Just survive and stay in the circle. As I know it can be hard for anyone to just give up lol francxs will choose a frozen when they have decided among those who tryout]
The two-tone eyes of Icedivy had focused on Leatherstar. The white feline sat, her shoulders straight and her head lifted slightly. Her father had trained her for this day, and Icedivy felt she was finally ready. She did not glance around, she didn’t care whom her opponents were. Regardless of size, age, skill, she was determined. The feline stood then, making her ways forward and giving a single lash of her tail. A small nod, showing she was accepting whom ever should challenge her.
Post by ComplacentDevil on Dec 30, 2018 17:36:08 GMT -5
"Best of Luck," the Jarl called, his voice loud as he joined his superior, shuffling his paws against the cool stone as his tail curled about him. He realized the two looked eerily similar, save for the white splotches crawling up his paws. His fate too would be decided today. He wondered which cat he may be able to call upon in a time of dire need.
Frostcloud stepped forward, soundlessly. Her icy blue eyes glimmered with ambition. This was her time to prove her worth. After not being chosen to be deputy, she felt as if she needed to prove herself more. She stood next to her apponents in front of the leader himself, waiting for the tournament to start.
Mesmerizingsins stepped forward into the circle, ready to prove himself. Though he didn’t know if he was proving it to the rest of the clan or just himself. He was not the tallest cat, but he was rather stocky and broad; strength was his forte as he lacked a bit in agility. This tournament would be interesting as he had not fought many battles and these were his clanmates. His brown and white fur britisled with a mix of excitement and nerves. Mez has managed to get one of the queens to keep his kits in the nursery. He really did not want them to see him get injured.
Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on Dec 30, 2018 22:02:27 GMT -5
OOC - I am making this character up to give someone the opportunity to kill him. hehe ************************************************************************
Gorsepelt sat silently among the other combatants. Perhaps Icedivy should have taken a good look at him before allowing herself to have hope. He wasn't the biggest cat, no, but his yellow pelt was tightly fitted around his muscular legs and spine. An infuriating essence of cool air surrounded him, like you could almost feel how cocky his internal monologue was. Yet it was clear that he had trained vigorously for this day, as he knew it had been coming. Were the other cats climbing trees and pushing boulders and thrashing around shamelessly in the shallow waters of a lake like he did? The small smirk on his triangular face supposed not. He felt ready. More than ready. He would kill for this opportunity if he had to. It was a dog eat dog world, and his green eyes viciously sized up the two females. Easy prey... Mez, on the other paw, might be more of a challenge. Hmm. He squinted and prayed to StarClan that he wouldn't be paired with him.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
836 posts
Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 2, 2019 22:07:23 GMT -5
Leatherstar nodded at the combatants who stepped forward into the circle. "We are going to do things a little different. With the changes in the forest and the clans around us battles will likely be frenzied and stressful in the future. You will each face off. Icedivy with Gorsepelt, Mesmerizingsins with frostcloud. While these pairs are your main focus you may find yourself tussling with either of the other combatants as well. There will be no turns in this fight. It is a battle not a trial. Each of you face off and try not to die."
Leatherstar flicked nodded at each before turning from the arena. An all for one battle had yet to happen in WinterClan. Not like this. Could they handle it? When the chieftain had left the arena motioning for Sweetpine to do the same and flicked his tail for the fight to begin.
Spttednettle and Hearthfire sat at the edge of the arena watching with vivid fire in their gaze. They had cast lots for who they thought would win. Hearthfire had bet his ideal sleeping area int he thane den and Spottednettle had bet his envied guard shift.
Icedivy had listened carefully, her ears angled towards Leatherstar. A new way to do this, yes, and not what the feline had expected what so ever. No matter, she would win. It was then that she shifted her gaze to her opponent. She knew Gorsepelt, he was a rather strong and large tom. A worthy foe, at this moment. One that was questioned wether Icedivy would have the strengths to beat. Luckily for her, she was smart. The white she-cat knew better than to try to use strength against a cat like him, something her father had made sure to teach her. She was, again, thankful for the tom whom had taught her so much.
Her eyes narrowed, she would not waste time as she heard the signal. She was the first to move, spinning around and using her limbs to move swiftly across the distance between them. It was not much, but she knew she needed to close it before he had time to think. She moved past him, but quickly shoved her paws into a stop so that she was right behind him, her claws joking his hind limbs, not holding back.
Post by ComplacentDevil on Jan 2, 2019 23:05:53 GMT -5
The Jarl followed after Leatherstar like a lost novice. Something stung at the back of his throat, rancid. He hoped no deaths would come of this, but he knew is was winterclans way, his way, in fact. His ears flattened against his skull as if he had been battered, but stayed quiet.
Crimsonrose sat at the edge of the arena alongside her daughter Mysterykit, the ginger she cats eyes gleamed. “Ah, the delightful death defying dance of battle begins. Who will have the skills, who’s blood will stain the ground the most, who will have the endurance?” Crimsonrose let out a purr though a part of her ached for battle her claws scraped against the ground. Wishing she could show these combatants a thing or two. But she already had her place, as a shard guarding Leatherstar. She glanced over to the leader tail lifting in a sign of her enjoyment.
Mysterykit peered down into the arena watching with wide eyes. Though she wouldn’t say it aloud she hoped no one died. But it was dwarfed by her excitement at seeing intense combat.
“Watch closely Mysterykit, there is much you can learn here.” Crimsonrose meowed, Mysterykit glancing up at her and nodding before refocusing her gaze back down into the arena settling in to watch alongside her mother.
Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on Jan 4, 2019 15:52:35 GMT -5
He had enough time to think holy cannoli before she hit him. She was fast, but she didn't even break skin. His pelt was fluffy and thick; she would have to hit harder than that. Gorsepelt swiftly jumped onto all fours and swung a left hook with the momentum, aiming for her jaw. A good hit to her pretty face ought to dizzy that quick-thinking of hers. The adrenaline began to coarse through him. He who runs into battle first... dies. Time began to crawl within the heat of battle, and a malicious grin crept to his features as his out-stretched paw slow-motioned toward her head.
Once Leatherstar gave the signal, Frostcloud did not hesitate. She wsnt straight for Mesmorizingsins without a moment between. She viciously dug her claws into her opponent and sank her teeth into his scruff and pulling him to the ground where she held him momentarily while she raked her claws across his muzzle. She wasnt sure how much longer she could hold him down but she was willing to kill if thays what it took.
It almost worked. Icedivy was fast. He would have to try. A little harder to beat her rather than aiming directly at her head. The she-cat gave a swift duck, but in her attempts to dodge, she found herself tripping over her own front paws and slamming into the ground. She had gotten too confident. This would put a dent in her speed, but only for a moment, as he would have to quickly take advantage.
Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on Jan 8, 2019 23:36:42 GMT -5
He thought, "She is like lightening - swift and reckless." Gorsepelt hadn't expected not to hit Icedivy. They probably looked like bumbling fools as he threw himself with the movement of his paw. He skirted backward, afraid she was planning to attack his underside. He couldn't let her get there of all places; the belly was always the most sensitive. He snickered, "Look at you, eating dirt." Lowering to a crouch, he waited for her to make another move. He would need to stay careful. He had to have the patience to win. He would overpower her when she made another mistake.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 8, 2019 23:39:42 GMT -5
Leatherstar watched the battles before him. He stood like a dark looming presence at the entrance to the arena with Sweetpine beside him. He hoped none would die but it was possible.
Maplekit watched the spitting cats from beside Mysterykit.
He had failed to do so, leaving Icedivy time to recover. She staggered to her paws and shook out her snow-white furs. Huffing at herself she narrowed her eyes, her mind racing as she would decide the next move she would make. Finally she farted forward again, feigning to the left.
Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on Jan 9, 2019 11:51:50 GMT -5
OOC - SHE FARTED FORWARD. BEST LINE IVE EVER SEEN. LMAO ILY KT. can we make it quote of the year? ****************************************************************************************
She wasn't one for talk. He admired that. An irritated snarl escaped him. No blood had spilled yet and it was a pain to his ego. Unexpectedly, he reared up and hissed, then dove down at her as she neared. He would trap her if she couldn't dodge this one - and drive all his claws into her shoulders. He'd stain that pretty white pelt if it was the last thing he did!
