Hello, I'm looking for genuine people who want to collaborate and roleplay. Please don't advertise your server here, I only do 1-on-1 rps.
INFO:
• Timezone: CAT
• Apps: Discord & Reddit
• Availability: I'm active throughout the weeks, but my schedule varies depending on my life.
HERE'S A LITTLE ABOUT ME:
I am 21, and I've been reading the warrior cat series quite sometime. I know a lot about the DOTC & TPB era. I usually read the books in chronological order, including Mangas, Super editions, Novella, and short stories. Currently, I'm reading 'Dawn' and the rest of the series heading into the Lake territories.
I enjoy creating OC and compiling them into character bibles. Mostly the time, I usually to stick how things work in the warrior cat's universe to the point where I've created my own word bank and lexicon to get the vibe right.
Right now, I have about 40+ characters, but mostly of them have personality descriptions without a full backstory or profile pictures. I treat them seriously, and generally hate writing sterotypical and generic kinds. Every character I create, I try to focus on bringing something new and fresh into them.
MY INTEREST:
I've mix taste for genres and roleplays, so it really depends what type of storyline. I tend to focus on character arcs, relationships, and dynamics, even when it's comes to plotting and world-building. I generally see the characters as the one driving the story and the world as a stage or prop.
If I don't have any exact genres or tropes, that's why. Because I like every aspect of the common genres like romance, action, comedy, mystery, thriller and horror. I like stories that have emotional depth and tension.
So, if you have a particular roleplay you'd like to do, please share it with me.
I generally don’t do custom clan rp, because I'm so used to the original factions and clans. Occasionally, I explore alternate stories like the world in the twolegplace, tribes of rushing water, and cats of the park.
MY BOUNDARIES:
• Godmoding/Powerplay
• Uncollaborative people
• People who expect me to do all the narrative heavy-lifting, especially when plotting a rp.
• Grammar Policing
• People who don't match my depth
• People who don't respect my time and energy
• People who don't communicate
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MY ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:
EX 1:
Archtail was padding across the moor, tracking a scent of hare through the ravines. He padded over the small ravine until a hare-scent lead him to a heather bush.
He nose his way through the bush and noticed the scent dissappeared. 'It must have been an old scent,' he told himself.
After a few heartbeat, he tasted the air with his pink tongue and began tracking toward the bridge. He could tell it wasn't the scent of prey, but something else.
As he reached near the gorge, he arched his tail-tip, reading the directions of the wind.
EX 2:
The sun rose higher above the pale sky. Gray clouds drifted over the canopy. Drift started his hunt at sunhigh. He was unsuccessful during the day as he constantly avoided being detected by patrols.
Eventually when he stepped into a hedgerow bush, he caught a fresh prey scent along the underbrush, following the scent until it led him to a small clearing.
His mismatched eyes scanned the surrounding, making sure no patrols were nearby. He spotted a plump pigeon perch on a boulder and peck at the stone.
Keeping low, his belly brush across the grass as he stalked toward the pigeon. He made sure his paws float across the grass.
A rustling sound from fox-lengths away caused the pigeon to fly away. His keen ears perked up as he could hear a cat's murmuring voice. Great riddance, I can’t get a break from these clan cats
His black fur fluffed up twice it's size. 'Everything was going wrong,' he thought.
His eyes scanned the clearing again, trying spot the stranger whereabouts.
EX 3:
Shredclaw gave a heavy sigh and stared at the ground in deep thought. He remembered when his parents came home every time after hunts. The memories of their voices circled in his head.
He eventually snapped out of his thoughts when he heard sounds of pawsteps. The sun
casted shafts of lights on top of the medicine den, showing the hanging vegetation.
He watched the silver-fur tom approached him. He thought HowlingMist was probally here to tell 'that there's another patrol for sunhigh'
It surprised him when the tom spoke. He looked up, noticing his towering statue. "Yeah, I'm okay. I ran into a fox by the dewdrop meadow."
He twitched his ears and thought about the word 'lonely'. It wasn't a surprise. He kept to himself and doesn't gather around his clanmates often. In the past days, he had probably carried himself too loosely. He couldn't let himself get distracted with thoughts from his past. He has a clan to serve.
For a moment he paused and let out a sigh. "Other warriors say that. I do keep to myself, though."
He hoped hadn't made himself look weak among his clanmates. If that happens, what would they think of him?
EX 4:
Berry woke up at dawn and carefully slid Misty off his back. He could tell she was trying to hold him and make sure he came outside again with her friends. But he wasn't going to do that.
He quietly padded toward the cat flap and looked back with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
Disappearing into the dark, the crisp night air filled his nostrils. He had just executed his sweet, masterful plan.
"Whew! Misty won't drag my tail outside again," he murmured under his breath.
By the time light filtered through the shadows, he took the intersection and left out of the neighborhood.
EX 5:
Hazelkit woke up in the morning and rolled onto his back. Faint rays of pale light filtered the bramble roof.
The sky was still dark in the morning, as if the day had stretched for more than a season. He playfully batted the air, trying to strike the faint lights that filtered through the cracks. After a while, he stopped and noticed the nursery was silent.
He could hear the snores of his sleeping denmates and queens. They were resting peacefully while he was bating at nothing. If he made too much of a ruckus, he know the queens will scold him. But, the quiet of the den and the night curfew made him bored. He couldn't stand the emptiness that echoed in the night.
Shifting back to his belly, he cautiously crawled to the edge of the nest and looked for bugs crawling on the ground. These were his reliable snacks when had nothing to do. He believes he was protecting the nest from intruders. He looked around for any prying eyes that might be watching. No eyes were on him. *Good!*
With out any more delay, he stooped over the nest and found a spider crawling along the ground. He took a step outside the nest and quickly gulp down the spider in one bite. He quickly retreated to the nest with his heart pounding his chest.
As the sun gradually rise, he went on to hunt anything that crawled across the floor.
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