Post by {.Shyler.} on Jul 24, 2008 17:09:17 GMT -5
RPING EXPERIENCE
Three years.
WHY DO YOU WANT TO TEACH?
Because I know that I can help people to pass over quickly the mistakes that I made for a long time. I've been through what most people are going through now, and I believe that I can help them.
WHY SHOULD I MAKE YOU A TEACHER?
I am on almost every day, my posts are long, discriptive, and hopefuly an interesting read.
RPING SAMPLE (YOURS)
Because of Shy's lazyness, she kindly asks you to look at her Bio's, where there should be some.
PROMPT CODE (SELECT ONE BELOW)
Code Two
PROMPT
His nose stung, his shoulder hurt, and his back leg was still bleeding terribly. The wind was harsh, and rain fell from the sky, pounding on his back, hitting his wounds and causing him to hiss in pain. But the black tom kept going. 'I've got to reach the clan!' he thought to himself, picking up his pace.
He could hardly see through the rain, and it didn't help any that his eyes were flooded with tears, causing his vision to be blury. A yowl came from behind. "Don't let him go! Catch up to him! Go!" yelled a voice.
Raventalons's eyes widened in fear. He had become a warrior only yesterday, and he was going to die. He picked up the pace, falling and screaming in pain as the skin ripped even more. He slid on the mud, causing the wounds to get dirty. "Help!" he called. He needed somebody! Anybody! Did no one care? Was he alone? Did StarClan not care that he was in horrible pain, and that he was about to join them?
Three large warriors jumped on him, and he yowled out once more, feeling the pain burning his whole body. Then, he went limp, and the pain was washed away and he felt like a large wall of water pured over him. He was silent and still for a long time, not daring to open his eyes.
Finally he opened the amber eyes that once held fear in them. This time, the held doubt. "Join us, my son." said a voice. He looked toward the left, and his father was standing there, his black pelt stary. "B-blackshadow?" he asked. The old tom nodded. "Yes. Come." he said.
Raventalon forced himself up onto his paws. "Am I dead?" he asked. The black warrior in front of him nodded. The young tom sighed. "At least I will hunt in StarClan's skies forever with my loved ones." he muttered.
"Raventalon! Raventalon!" yelled a voice. He turned his head, to see Goldenpaw. "Goldenpaw?" he asked. He felt his heart pounding in his chest, and wondered if all of StarClan could hear. "Raventalon.... I'm so glad you're here." she whispered, rubbing her pelt against his.
Raventalon purred, and turned to follow his father, Goldenpaw beside him. Maybe this was his second chance. Maybe he would be okay here. No more pain, no more suffering..... just Goldenpaw and himself, hunting togeather like old times.
Three years.
WHY DO YOU WANT TO TEACH?
Because I know that I can help people to pass over quickly the mistakes that I made for a long time. I've been through what most people are going through now, and I believe that I can help them.
WHY SHOULD I MAKE YOU A TEACHER?
I am on almost every day, my posts are long, discriptive, and hopefuly an interesting read.
RPING SAMPLE (YOURS)
Because of Shy's lazyness, she kindly asks you to look at her Bio's, where there should be some.
PROMPT CODE (SELECT ONE BELOW)
Code Two
PROMPT
His nose stung, his shoulder hurt, and his back leg was still bleeding terribly. The wind was harsh, and rain fell from the sky, pounding on his back, hitting his wounds and causing him to hiss in pain. But the black tom kept going. 'I've got to reach the clan!' he thought to himself, picking up his pace.
He could hardly see through the rain, and it didn't help any that his eyes were flooded with tears, causing his vision to be blury. A yowl came from behind. "Don't let him go! Catch up to him! Go!" yelled a voice.
Raventalons's eyes widened in fear. He had become a warrior only yesterday, and he was going to die. He picked up the pace, falling and screaming in pain as the skin ripped even more. He slid on the mud, causing the wounds to get dirty. "Help!" he called. He needed somebody! Anybody! Did no one care? Was he alone? Did StarClan not care that he was in horrible pain, and that he was about to join them?
Three large warriors jumped on him, and he yowled out once more, feeling the pain burning his whole body. Then, he went limp, and the pain was washed away and he felt like a large wall of water pured over him. He was silent and still for a long time, not daring to open his eyes.
Finally he opened the amber eyes that once held fear in them. This time, the held doubt. "Join us, my son." said a voice. He looked toward the left, and his father was standing there, his black pelt stary. "B-blackshadow?" he asked. The old tom nodded. "Yes. Come." he said.
Raventalon forced himself up onto his paws. "Am I dead?" he asked. The black warrior in front of him nodded. The young tom sighed. "At least I will hunt in StarClan's skies forever with my loved ones." he muttered.
"Raventalon! Raventalon!" yelled a voice. He turned his head, to see Goldenpaw. "Goldenpaw?" he asked. He felt his heart pounding in his chest, and wondered if all of StarClan could hear. "Raventalon.... I'm so glad you're here." she whispered, rubbing her pelt against his.
Raventalon purred, and turned to follow his father, Goldenpaw beside him. Maybe this was his second chance. Maybe he would be okay here. No more pain, no more suffering..... just Goldenpaw and himself, hunting togeather like old times.
