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Post by [s].x.[p].x.[e].x.[l].x.[l] on Feb 18, 2008 13:50:31 GMT -5
The last of the Excellency series contests is Literacy. If you are a literate role player, regardless of how active you are, post a role playing example here. The one that I feel is the best will win! The prize is a lot of karma and an award featuring Kakashi and a cat. Don't know who Kakashi is? Too bad! But, for now, post away! [/size][/color]
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Coldfoot
Not Accepted Yet
i eat ur tos!!!one!!1
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Post by Coldfoot on Feb 18, 2008 16:27:15 GMT -5
Can we post a post from a role play we've done?
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Post by [s].x.[p].x.[e].x.[l].x.[l] on Feb 18, 2008 16:51:02 GMT -5
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Coldfoot
Not Accepted Yet
i eat ur tos!!!one!!1
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Post by Coldfoot on Feb 18, 2008 21:03:50 GMT -5
This is a post I made on the thread "A Day in the Life":
Graypaw watched the apprentice with narrowed eyes. He was stubborn, and it was easy to tell. There was nothing she could do about it, though. It wasn't her place to tell him whether he was right or wrong... or ridiculous. Her pelt slightly pricked with annoyance when he only the small amount of chamomile. She sighed and looked around.
She didn't know where the camp was, but she didn't want to sit around and try to find out. She sniffed the air, hoping to find some scent of other RiverClan cats that may be from the camp. A few scents came to her nose, but it wasn't enough to help her decide which direction to go.
Graypaw let out a small hiss, agitated that her sense of smell was so bad. One burden that was bad for any cat, a little worse for a medicine cat. She couldn't smell whether an herb was fresh or not, so she was always stuck poking at it over and over again until she was sure it was healthy. Why did she get cursed with such a poor sense of smell? Would one of her other senses be stronger? Like her hearing?
Her eyes narrowed and she stalked off in any direction away from the gorge and river. As she clawed her way up the muddy slope, she could feel herself slipping. She let herself slide a few mouse-lengths down before leaping up with her claws unsheathed and grabbing hold of the edge of the gorge. She dug her claws in the more solid ground and pulled herself upward until she was out of the gorge.
Her muscles were screaming at her. She felt as if she'd been walking for seasons upon seasons. She was partially out of breath and she knew that it would be a little while before the plant went into full effect. At least she was out of the gorge and away from the river.
Graypaw glanced down at where she had climbed up. For the love of StarClan! The height was barely a fox-length and yet it took her a large leap to barely reach the edge of it. How pathetic. Maybe she was better off being a medicine cat rather than a warrior, any way. Maybe they'd already planned for her to be a medicine cat and she just confirmed their idea.
She felt her joy deflate. This was the first time her size had really upset her. She was tiny, weak, and a mere medicine cat. Why had StarClan done that to her? She has a poor since of smell was barely the size of a four moon-old kit. Compared to the other apprentices of her age--or a kit nearing six moons--she must look unable to do anything.
Graypaw's tail drooped and she questioned why she was even trying to survive. With her frailness, she most likely was going to die.
(Sorry it took forever, so I gave you a long post!)
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Post by [C]laystar-- on Feb 19, 2008 0:36:02 GMT -5
Like Basil, this is a post from 'A Day In The Life.'
The stocky tabby tom's eyes grew round, and he sat up straight rather quickly at Graypaw's suggestion, giving him a bit of a head rush, and causing him to cough again. Take the WindClan medicine cat apprentice to the RiverClan camp? He couldn't do that! He'd be ruined! He'd never be made a warrior! Metalpaw could barely stand the thought.
But looking at Graypaw... she was so small and helpless looking... and she was a medicine cat apprentice. She would know best what to do to escape death. But at the consequence of not being made a warrior... he'd rather die.
Sitting at the bottom of the horrifically steep cliff, that suddenly appeared as though it would cause his death if he tried to climb up, he just looked at Graypaw. His teal, almond shaped eyes were a heaving tangle of fear and uncertainty, and he stuttered, trying to find words.
How could he just sit here at the bottom of the bank, ready to die and kill Graypaw too, after all the trouble he just went through? There would be no point to it, and they would both freeze. But Spellstar... what would he do? Would he expel Metalpaw from the clan? He had seen other cats bring cats from other clans to camp on official business, surely this wouldn't be different, would it? It was as if he had been demoted to a kit at the prospect.
He coughed again, and looked at Graypaw. She was so pitiful. Surely being a warrior meant protecting such cats? Making up his mind, he spoke with a crackly voice, betraying the damage that the water had done to his small and sensitive throat. "Start up the bank. I'll walk behind you, in case you slip."
What on earth was he doing? The bank may as well be a completely vertical wall sculpted of mud. They'd never make it. As far as he knew, no one had ever escaped the gorge without death. Even the mighty Bluestar of ThunderClan, from so long ago had perished after falling into the gorge. If they did escape, the camp was still a good ways away. How would Graypaw ever survive the trip? How would he? They were already tired and in pain. This journey, no how matter how short it may be geographically, would be like a journey through hell.
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Post by [s]eek[.x.]win[g] on Feb 20, 2008 21:13:04 GMT -5
Yayz! >.< I wish I could join my own contest. Anyways, this will close as of Sunday, so post away! [/size][/color]
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Post by [s].x.[p].x.[e].x.[l].x.[l] on Feb 24, 2008 17:47:21 GMT -5
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