Warriors Site « Result #1 on May 4, 2009, 7:56pm »
Hello I'm Mossstar980 on my warriors site http://warriorcu.wetpaint.com/ an I am here to ask if anyone has an interest to join my site. It is called Warrior Cats Universe, it is a roleplay site where you roleplay warrior cat clans based off of Erin Hunter's series, there are already many members, and I need your help to make it even better and to make it reach the wetpaint 500 as soon as possible, so please consider joining or at least check it out, because I have some moderator spots open. -Mossstar980
Joined: May 2008 Posts: 19 Location: In a jungle. WHAT. Karma: 0
Bloodstar « Result #2 on Jul 17, 2008, 1:03pm »
Name: Bloodstar
Age: unknown
Pelt Color: Sleek black
Eye Color: bloodred
Personality: Keeping her emotions sealed within her always, she lets no emotion seep over and into anything she does or any sort of facial expression. She is very calm, and seems to always know what she's doing.
Desired Clan: Leader of EarthClan
History: Her mother died giving birth, and it was only she who was born. Her eyes were open in birth, which never happened, and her eyes were bloodred from the start. That and her having an abnormally long tail were put into question, and she was shunned and treated differently since being a kit. Because of this, she learned to cage her emotions and was always alone. Her warrior name, Bloodwhisker, was given to her because she seemed to draw her strength from battles. Every time she battled, she seemed to have more energy and there was always a gleam in her eyes that nobody liked. No one knows who her father was or what became of him.
Kin: None known
RolePlay Example: Curling her long tail around herself, she laid in her den, listening as the wind whistled by the entrance. She felt she needed to sleep, but, body and mind, she was restless. Standing up, she walked calmly to stand in the mouth of her small cavern, which was dug deep into the cliff wall assumingly by water long ago, drinking in the moonlit camp. No one was stirring, and no surprise; the full moon was at its peak in the sky. Without a single sound, she bounded out of the camp and disappeared into the forest.
Joined: May 2008 Posts: 19 Location: In a jungle. WHAT. Karma: 0
PLOT! « Result #3 on Jul 17, 2008, 12:52pm »
Here's the lame current plot.
Shadows creep in around the territories. But these shadows seem to take a form. Dogs? Rats? Twolegs? None of the cats know for sure yet. Except for one. The Seer. No one knows who that is yet, but he or she knows that the shadows are literally darkness with form...and he or she will be the only one who can lead the clans to stop them.
Joined: May 2008 Gender: Male Posts: 7 Location: Weirton, West Virginia Karma: 0
Re: Dappleleaf « Result #5 on Jun 7, 2008, 9:27am »
If they're your siblings, you might want to make bios for them as well, since you're probably going to be roleplaying them for a while. Haha, EarthClan, where the site creator is leader. Don't expect any special treatment in battles/meetings, really. Sarcastic & Short Tempered
Pelt Color: Golden-colored pelt, with slightly darker stripes.
Eye Color: Pale green eyes.
Personality: Sarcastic, short-tempered, sometimes caring and gentle, mood changes quickly (ex.: happy to angry, sad to happy)
Desired Clan: EarthClan
History: Her mother died after she had Dappleleaf. Her father had died soon after, fighting two adult foxes alone. Grew up together with her siblings. Has grown into the habit of disobeying orders.
Kin: Cinderfur, sister. Thorntail, brother.
RolePlay Example: Dappleleaf was on a hunting patrol with her brother, Thorntail. Dappleleaf had already caught a plump vole, and Thorntail was stalking an unexpecting mouse. The mouse continued to nibble at a berry that had fallen onto the ground, until it noticed Thorntail, but by then it was too late. Thorntail pounced the short distance and bit its neck, instantly killing it. "Nice catch," Dappleleaf praised. Thorntail glanced at her and clawed dirt over his catch, so he could collect it later. "No need for praising me," Thorntail meowed modestly. "Praise my old mentor. He taught me how to stalk a mouse." Dappleleaf nodded. "I think I'll do that once we get back, and maybe bring him your mouse so he can see how good you turned out to be," she teased. Thorntail purred in amusement. "Come on, let's go find some more prey," he stated, padding towards a tree. Dappleleaf followed him, hoping that they wouldn't run into a badger or fox.
Your best friend knows how stupid you are and still chooses to be seen in public with you because it turns out you two are exactly the same.
I'll hide you in my W A L L S Your body will never be F O U N D I'll wear your skin as a S U I T Pretend to be... Y O U Your friends will like you more T H A N T H E Y U S E D T O...
Joined: May 2008 Gender: Male Posts: 7 Location: Weirton, West Virginia Karma: 0
Re: Blackstorm « Result #7 on May 30, 2008, 1:45pm »
Not really, they are just the best posts I could find. Usually of prolonged scenes, but still Roeplays, which are supposed to be creating a story anyway.
Joined: May 2008 Gender: Male Posts: 7 Location: Weirton, West Virginia Karma: 0
Re: Blackstorm « Result #9 on May 29, 2008, 3:54pm »
Since the bio has been upgraded, a few examples, taken from mostly fights of my site:
#1
A voice echoed in his mind, "You DARE challange a GODDESS? Well, come and get me, then! On the mountain nearby, you will find me! Come so I can rip your guts out and FLAY your carcass." Wolfezth roared back, "Oh, haha, really?! You won't glass THIS race of peoples without finishing ME off!" The voice echoed once more, "Ah... Wolfezth... So prone to mercy and weakness. Makes me sick. I'll be sure to make your death slow and painful. Though you did give Chronepsis some fresh souls to herd into his care. Fine with me, less mortal scum to worry about!" Wolfezth roared his laughter as he neared a high-crested hill with six dragons on it. The sky turned red, but the sun was not going down. "You, Tiamat, afraid of mortals?!" One of these six was a five headed dragon. All five heads roared in unison. "You DARE mock ME? Farialstrasz, stand down, weakling! I'll take care of THIS one myself! Tiamat then rose into the air, her wyvern-like tail whipping back in forth in anticipation. "Such a dishonorable pastime, killing mortals. Before you get through me, your culprits will die to my mental power." Wolfezth grinned. Even the gods can be fooled. Tiamat's eyes widened slightly. "That means the longer it takes to kill me, the more time Bahamut has to intervene, Tiamat. Go ahead and try." Wolfezth, who hadn't flapped his wings at all until now, flapped them, funneling razor-sharp wind into Tiamat, who roared annoyance. "Kill the MONGREL!" She yelled, with the strange voice of five dragon maws. Then she let loose her terrible breath weapon. One cone of ice, one cone of fire, one cube of poisonous gas, when it touches your skin it goes in and kills you, one line of lightning, and one acid line. Wolfezth nimbly flapped his wings again and sent the gas cube into the Blue consort, who's wings started to falter slightly. "Even the DRAGONS are prone to each other's breath weapons!" He roared. He nimbly dodged the fire and ice rings, and deflected the lightning bolt to the green consort's left wing. He roared, an entire section of his wing seared through. "Help me, Tiamat!" As he plummeted, no one made a move to help him. As for the acid, he took that full on, and discharged his one of his own breath weapons into the already weakened Blues. A discharge made up of acid and fire. The blue roared in agony as, again, Wolfezth aimed for the wings, because the peak was over 300ft off the ground. He roared in defiance and shot a bolt of lightning at Wolfezth, who couldn't dodge fast enough seeing as though the red consort lunged at him, and it sizzled his scales slightly. The red consort let loose his breath weapon, a cone of fire. Wolfezth took it right on, slashed him in the maw with his claws, and bit his neck, which broke some scales. Tiamat recovered from the inital shock by now and tried to maneuver her tail into Wolfezth's exposed skin for a quick kill. Wolfezth was nimble, though. The black consort lunged at him next, maw out wide, acid being spewed out. Wolfezth, his pact with the air elementals holding true, redirected the acid to the red, who roared in pain and defiance. It melted away some of his scales near his head and upper back. Wolfezth, while lifting himself vertically about 100ft. in one flap of his wings, muttered a spell that would send a lightning bolt down. Another, calmer voice echoed in his mind. You helped us before when we were in need, and now we will help you when you are in need. Tiamat will not eliminate all your work, as the illithids and Nerull tried to eliminate ours. Please accept this as thanks, it's the least we can do. Wolfezth grinned, as the lightning began to form in the sky. Tiamat, the red, black, consorts were climbing up, maws outstretched in their breath weapons. A streak of red lightning hit the red straight on the top of his head, seared right through him, and he dropped without another sound. The white and the black stopped for a moment, exchanged a glance, and moved farther away. About their breath weapons... Wolfezth redirected the ice into the acid, and let it drop, now being harmless. The extreme cold from the white channeled out the extreme melting power of the acid. About Tiamat's, he redirected them all into harmless directions. While they split up, he let loose his second breath weapon. A line of frost and lightning. In other words, a blue lightning bolt that seared some parts, and froze others. He aimed it at the black's wings. It missed, and hit him in the chest, for he tried to dodge, but too late. His chest was seared through, blood fell in great gapes. His arms and half of his wings frozen solid. He plummeted to the ground half-roaring, and half-choking on his own blood. Meanwhile, Tiamat took the opportunity. She let loose another breath weapon stream, and Wolfezth only had time to redirect them at the last moment, his powerful pact saving him yet again. But the white launched an attack on his back, the cone of cold so cold, in fact, that he was feeling somewhat stiff. But he managed to roll over just in time. Rolling over might not be the best term while in aerial combat, a flip, more like, to the side. Going good so far, all but one of the consorts dead. Tiamat roared, What a great insult, killing my consorts! Now you shall die all the more horribly! The white's nerves failed him. He started fly away as swiftly as he could, for his goddess's wrath too much. Tiamat sent her breath weapon following him, in his haste to leave, only realized it when it was too late. He was disintegrated in midair. "No more running, Wolfezth. No more hiding. Time for you to DIE. Wolfezth grinned. "You'll have to catch me first. I'm almost ready to kill them." Tiamat roared as Wolfezth blasted off, quite literally, at the speed of sound. Tiamat, through the aid of spells, followed almost as fast. By now she realized the fear aspect of her attack failed miserably. Now she just wanted to kill Wolfezth.
#1 (Cont.)
Wolfezth was forcing the air to move as fast as possible, and soon he was over the sea, then he abruptly turned around and roared, "So, you want my blood! It'll be a LONG journey back!" Seconds later, Tiamat roared challenge, and stopped as well, having caught up. They were about 300' apart right now. Tiamat roared, "Oh, so noble! But all it will do is serve you to DIE. I'll give you one chance, become one of my servants, or die! She then opened her maws slowly into a type of grin to emphisize. Wolfezth just snorted. "I'm sorry. Power cannot tempt me." Tiamat roared, "Fool, the creator dragons were formed before your birth! You do not know the secrets we do, I'll ask again before I kill you. I could give you power, glory, and knowledge unparalleled. I will give you all, I know your vanity, Wolfezth. The inner vanity. You see the good in your comrades only because they ARE your comrades. Once you think of NO ONE as your comrade you will progress fast in this world. Until then you're in a standstill." Wolfezth bellowed immediately, "As I said, I have lived longer than any other dragon, I watched humans be created, and I'm watching them grow. I watched the Elves come into being, and watched them prosper. I was not here to witness the Dwarves' and Gnomes' creations, being in the Abyss in that ... Nice trap you set for me. I learned firsthand the evil of the Abyss, chained by adamantite and being muzzled with heat-resistant leather. d**n near suffocated myself letting loose that acid. That was Nerull's trickery to get me out of the way. As I said before, he d**n near eliminated the dragakian race! I will not let you do the same to the humans!" Tiamat snorted. "So naive... Such a waste of good talent. Oh well, time for you to kiss life goodbye! The worst part is, I'll rip your soul out from the Outer Planes and make you watch this world SUFFER." Wolfezth roared challange, and loosed his fire/acid line of breath weapon on himself. Amazingly, dragons are immune to their own breath weapons. He did this to get rid of the lingering stiffness. During this time, Tiamat let loose her breath weapons. Wolfezth disintegrated them all off, save the acid, which fell earthbound, trivially. "Even a God's breath weapon needs air to move through. When I take that away, it disintegrates or falls." Tiamat snorted, "Then I'll just give you some bleeding to worry about!" Then she lunged at Wolfezth, maws outstretched, ready to chomp, claws ready to slice, and tail ready to sting. Wolfezth moved the tail with his own, and locked claw to claw with Tiamat. Big mistake. He miscalculated the fact that he had one head, and she had five. He was able to lock one off, the red one, but the other four bit into his neck and shoulders. "Bleed! Bleed! Suffer for the sins you have committed. You will not be allowed in ANY domain after this! Bahamut will not save you! He is too petty to come down and help! Trying pointlessly to convince Io about how to kill us, while I sit here and actually DO things. If you will not see the light, you will see the darkness." Wolfezth roared in agony, the goddess's teeth ripping through his scales easily and biting flesh. Even though he was probably the strongest mortal dragon, he was no match for a goddess who was here almost since the beginning of time when Io willingly gave his own blood to create the world. Wolfezth tried to get out of Tiamat's grip, but while he was struggling, two of the four heads chomped down at his arms, so he couldn't move them nearly as well. She spoke with her other two. "Resistance is pointless, you will die, and all will suffer under my wrath! You may be defiant, but I KILL the defiant. And you'll be the most painful." Wolfezth just grinned. "The more time you spend on me, the more time they have to kill the defilers." Just then, Tiamat stung him with her tail. Wolfezth instantly was weakened considerably, the sting almost killing him outright. "A wonder you survived this long, goodbye, Wolfezth. I'll give you out with a last "bang"." Tiamat muttered menacingly, and dropped Wolfezth, releasing her grip on his neck. Wolfezth immediately spewed forth his fire and acid breath line, but it barely phased Tiamat. "Nice try, now DIE." Then she let loose her breath weapons. Her scales around the claws were bleeding slightly, and the hindquarter claws as well. I made the great Tiamat bleed. I'll die happy. But I will not be killed by that fell breath. he thought, redirecting the air to make him float, and making the breath weapons change direction. "My body may be about ready to die, but the Air is still strong. If I will die, you will come with me. Don't try to shift planes, gravity itself is going up." Wolfezth grinned. He let all air within the mile disappear entirely, not one gas or water molecule left. Tiamat and himself plummeted like rocks. "Fool, I don't NEED air to breath! And I will just fly up and watch as you die!" She bellowed. She tried, and failed. For when the elemental plane of air is angry, not even the gods can defy a plane of existence. "You'll die too, idiot! Stop this madness!" Wolfezth just grinned. He was almost out of air, and was about ready to suffocate. "Well... Die like...A...Soldier...Then...Tiamat...This...Won't kill...You...It'll just...Harm you...A lot.." Tiamat grinned. "You know you can't kill a god. Why try? We're falling hard anyway, we were too far up in the sky anyway for most to breath. We'll hit the ground in a few seconds, why try to kill YOURSELF?" Wolfezth, too breathless to speak, was trying to gasp for air, and then they hit the ground. A fall from over 500 miles in the air would kill anything, except a god. Wolfezth knew full well he was going to die, and thought right before he hit the ground, I died fighting the good fight. I will be remembered by many. My footsteps followed for generations by mortals and dragons alike. I'm ready. He closed his eyes and waited for death. Just then, he sensed the culprits dying. A good battle, that I have won against all odds. FOR MYTH DRANNOR!
#2 (Might contain some PG-13 content. You have been warned.)
They were at Wal-Mart in about ten minutes without traffic and going about 70 miles per hour. "Wonder why no one's here..." Laken wondered out loud. Brian shrugged. "Maybe they got out when they could, but there'd still be some nonbelievers, where are they... That's my question." Laken replied, "Bomb shelters?" Brian snorted. "That only happens in movies, girl. Why would they throw a nuke on... nuts, I hope to God that they don't." Laken nodded grimly. "Might seem like a good option in this situation, since they don't know the full extent of the outbreak of this so-called T-Virus." Brian nodded. "It's all fun and games until someone gets eaten alive by zombies." I should've made a radio sync with all three cars. he noted as he stopped in front of Wal-Mart, as the others did. They were already unloading, he opened his door and saw Justin, carrying crates of ammo, grinning at him. "Having a good time kissin'?" he asked. To Brian's surprise, Laken replied, "Not really, since I'm not into guys who constantly ask so many questions." Shane grinned as he walked inside with his rifle. Ryan helped pick up the crates with Justin, and soon they were making intervals. Brian hefted some crates, while Laken just brought her laptop over inside, her pistol in her pocket. "Hell, we could hold out here for a bit." she observed, it was a decently-sized Wal-Mart. "Enough eat 'n' drink for a while, about three months, at least." Brian agreed. He set his ammo down, and while Laken set up her computer near the electronics section he went back for his rifles and shotgun. He brought back inside his medium and long range rifles and his eight-gauge shotgun. Soon he was unpackaging his ammo, and Justin, Ryan, and Shane went to sit near him as he was reloading his guns. "d**n, we can hold out here for a bit. One entrance, fire exits with barred doors, good times!" Shane said. "This is like a horror movie.." Ryan said, somewhat scared. "And the obvious kid always dies first." Justin said in the same low, scared tone. "So that must mean that you will die first in the waves of...." he did a dramatic pause, then lept to his feet and yelled, "ZOMBIES!" Brian slapped him across the face with the butt of his shotgun, and he sat down afterwards. "Shut the f**k up, Justin. Don't make a scene for the zombies until we're good and ready." Justin tightened his grip on his own shotgun, nostrils flaring, but then a voice rose up above that. "Hey, Brian, long time no see!" Blake was right here, he was about 6'3'' now, and he had short, glass-like black hair, and held a submachine gun, a shotgun strapped on his back with leather. He looked at the boys, and grinned. Brian, now having his guns loaded, strapped his rifles to his back and hefted his shotgun. "Well, it's a nice day to die." He commented. Laken was in the electronics section nearby, frowning, she then called out, "There HAS to be more survivors, I mean, it's too... Planned for a normal, run of the mill movie zombie invasion." Brian nodded. "No cars in the street were revved... Something happened that we missed. Wait, come to think about it, there were no cars at all. Possibly an emergency rescue for everyone, but they missed us?" Brian pondered. Shane shrugged. "Then we're the unlucky ones about to get bombed." Ryan rubbed his pistol. "d**n... Not good, not good at all." Laken nodded, "Exactly, not good." Brian grinned, and looked at Laken. He was brave enough to stay straight-up, "If we're gonna die, you wanna lose your virginity while we're at it?" he got cracked across the face with a desktop screen within a second. Shane, Justin, and Ryan all started laughing their asses off. Brian got hit right in the right cheek, and grabbed the screen before it fell. "I'll take that as a no..." he muttered, putting it back. Laken glared at him, "You d**n right it's a no." Brian shrugged, while the others were still laughing their asses off. Meanwhile, Laken sent a radio message, loud and clear, that said all living survivors need to come to the Weirton Wal-Mart immediately if they wanted backup.
#3
Oh, the d**ned laughter. "A trap! So original!" Vergon yelled as Dragon Slayer soldiers poured through the entrances, with spears, lances, longswords, greatswords, shortswords, rapiers, flamberges, and daggers. That and more. Wolfezth snorted. "Is that all? You want to challange US? Not very smart." He said. He put down his bow, then pulled out his blades. The soldiers numbered about one hundred fifty and were growing. The men gathered together, blades up and ready. Vergon leaned closer to Wolfezth. "What are the odds of us pulling through?" he muttered. Wolfezth replied, "About none. We might be able to take about half of them with us, but none can take an army by themselves, really. Their armor has an... Aura. Immune to spells." Indeed, they all wore a signature gray and red armor with an insignia, a red dragon's head being lanced. Fandor shrugged. "Not very good odds if we can't just wipe them out in a torrent of fire." Armon nodded. "We can do this. We just need to use the magic..." He trailed off. Wolfezth continued it. "Use it on ourselves, make yourselves faster, stronger, anything you d**n well want if you'll live longer. It won't work offensively, but it works as a supporting agent and a defense protocol. Now." He stopped suddenly, and rose his voice. "We might be going down, but you're coming with us!" Vergon, Fandor, Armon, and Wolfezth then all yelled in unison, "Death to the Dragon Slayers! Death to the defilers!" They moved in a sort of battle formation. One on each compass side. No one could sneak up on them. The armor was leather, so it was easy to cut through, just magic resistant. But within a few seconds, they had all suffered moderate slashes/cuts from their enemies. Wolfezth's blades stung like an angry wasp, killing soldier after soldier, their remains smoking. But two soldiers always filled the place of that one. Vergon's greataxe made gaps occasionally, but he was the target of a focused fire of daggers and spears. He had almost heavy slashes and moderate bleeding before long. Fandor's greatsword slashed across rows of them, slicing off heads. "This isn't good!" he roared. More soldiers continued to pour through the gates. Wolfezth yelled, "Son of a pregnant dog! This can't go on much longer!" He then roared unnaturally, and turned into a dragon within a few seconds. He failed to notice there were archers waiting for that moment, and almost before he could unfurl his wings, he was harassed with masses of arrows. He roared in agony and fury. He tried killing them all with a wave of fire and acid, but their armor was resistant to a dragon's breath weapons. His black scales glistened. The edges of those scales were tipped with silver. He soon just resorted to clawing and swiping with his tail at squads of them at once. But the archers continued to pelt him, until even his steel-hard scales started to bleed through within about twenty seconds. He reverted back to human form with a roar. "That didn't work." Vergon observed. Soon they were standing on about a 3' tall mound of bodies, and more kept swarming. "We can't hold out like this!" yelled Armon. It was true, their bleeding, their slash wounds... Got worse by the second. "This might be our last stand!" Wolfezth roared. "Let's make this a fight to REMEMBER!"
#3 (Cont.)
Wolfezth roared challange, and so did the other members. Thing seemed to happen in slow-motion. Such a pity these men have to die, they have fought alongside me in many wars, many battles. I must let them die honorably! And let our enemies die at our passing. this thought echoed into his mind. Bahamut, Tiamat, please help us! Vergon lifted his axe and lunged, but was met with three spear thrusts and a slash from a shortsword, he went back, panting. "I'm about dead, here..." Fandor nodded, killing two more with a mighty sweep of his blade. He was bleeding from many wounds. "We can't...Move much...Anymore..." Wolfezth nodded. "nuts. We're going to die, but we're going to die with a BANG!" He roared, and then slashed even more furiously with his blades at the enroaching enemies. A strange thing happened then. His blades began to throb. What in Baator? he thought. Then it throbbed harder and they started to burn his hands. Some kind of trickery... he thought. Then the burning sensation stopped. As he watched his blades slash through a man's chest, they glowed, white and black against the sunlight. Out of the black, an outline of a great five-headed dragon went outward and blew five different breath weapons upon the foes in front of him. They were pushed back to the middle. They all died, and the outline stood in the middle with them, one head on each door, blazing, and the fifth killing any that walked within 5 meters of the four. Then out of the white blade a great dragon appeared, much like the last, as insofar the fact that it was an outline. This one had one head, flew up slightly, and rid the area of all enemies. They all fell over, dead with no apparent wounds. Wolfezth, Fandor, Armon, and Vergon just stood there, in awe of what they saw. The dragons stopped in front of Wolfezth. They both said in unison, in an unearthly, divine feeling. "You have served us well. We will not let you die a pointless death while you still have work to do." Then they disappeared, they were only out for about ten seconds, Wolfezth fell to his knees in awe. Vergon just looked around, confused, at the mounds of bodies. "Does that mean we win?" Fandor and Armon seemed to get it now. They started grinning. "We won!" Wolfezth looked at them, bleeding from many wounds and still cheering. "We gotta get some clerical help here." He yelled into the crowd. He himself was bleeding heavily in the chest, arms, and minorly in the head. Vergon had many chest wounds, some leg and arm wounds moderately. Fandor had almost all of his wounds on his limbs. Armon had his on his head, shins, and pelvis area. Wolfezth got up, sheathed his swords, and waited for a moment. Armon, Vergon, and Fandor did the same. Wolfezth was waiting for them. "The Dragon Slayers have died, but I assume this was only a division." Wolfezth said. "They'll be back." Fandor nodded.
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