2019 COMPETITION TIME [ALL]

[The one, the only FEATHER!]

HEY GUYS!!

This year you all have made me so proud, so proud in fact I have made a competition to Thankyou all. So I have decided that I want you all to make up a bio for me. yes you read that right, for me, a new character for myself to role play on SCR. The winner bio I choose will not only have me use that new character, they will also have the chance to choose a cat of theirs for me to put on the Winters Banner skin in December!! and that skin will be 2020 first skin of the year!! below are the character creation rules when you are making your bio make sure to follow them carefully. Then you have the competition rules underneath that. Remember the competition closes NOVEMBER 25TH!!

Creation rules/Guidelines:

1. Must use code provided
2. Must be a warrior
3. Original, crazy unique name
4. Has to be made for one of the clans not loner/kittypet
5. Cannot be related to any cat on SCR
6. Something new and unique for description, you can have have them missing an eye, has allergies?, suffering an illness one regular eye color and one so weird... that's just a couple ideas, anything goes i love the more in depth the character is.
7. History is where it will count i want to fall in love with this character!.
8. If you want to make a picture or a siggey to go with the bio, to give me a better idea of the cat go for it! it is encouraged.

Competition Rules:

1. You can use similar story line and base your character off of a show or anime (i do for most my charries) but i would rather original ideas XD
2. You are only allowed to submit one bio
3. You are allowed to edit that one bio numerous times until closing day.
4. Any one can participate in this comp admin, high positions holders and members I will be the only judge.
5. As stated the winners bio will be the bio I accept and will role play that character here on scr, the winner will also get to choose which cat they role play to be the winter skins new banner!!
6. The Remaining bio's that didn't get chosen if your are the creator of the bio or have been given permission by the creator too use it. You can create this character for yourself, but make sure to go through the proper channels of bio acception Via The Creation board.
7. MAKE SURE TO HAVE FUN!

[b]Name:[/b]

[b]Clan:[/b]

[b]Gender:[/b]

[b]Description:[/b] at least 100 words or close to

[b]Personality:[/b] at least 100 or close too be sure to include likes/dislikes

[b]History:[/b] at least 150 words or close too

[b]Optional/Other/pictures/music inspired by:[/b]



[Fern of my <3]

Name: Cosmicleap

Clan: Shadowclan

Gender: Female

Description: Cosmicleap will immediately catch your eye with her unusually black and white speckled pelt. Nose and ear-tips are elegantly defined by dark fur, though in heading that direction you'll find her eyes and become enthralled. A muted regal purple, their clouded intensity strikes like the stars. After breaking free, you'll zoom out and find that she stands at an average height. Looking back at that universe of a pelt in greater detail, one can see that the fur is short on her flanks and grows to a medium-length on her limbs, tail, and chest.

Personality: Cosmicleap presents as withdrawn, quiet and insightful. Around others she listens and observes. In doing so the she-cat has a heightened awareness of other cats' emotions and motives. In communicating she speaks with very little, using precise wording. On her own she is very curious and much more content. She feels secluded from the world by both her visual imparement and lack of any genunine relationships. Yet Cosmicleap is devoted to her clan, finding comfort in the routine

Likes: nighttime, learning about others, peace and quiet

Dislikes: self-disclosure, daytime, being questioned

History: See it.. hear it.. see it.. hear it..

Two kits born on a star-light night. One silhouetted in stillness and the other moving with a weak cry. By moonhigh they both lay dead. A bitter, mourning mother and a delusional father muttering nonsensically.

Schizophrenic since apprenticeship the tom was deemed lunatic and mad. But he knew. He knew that his lucid visions and voices were directed from the universe. Mother was quiet and mostly kept to herself. She grew up with her would-be mate as her only companion, but as they became warriors her partner's hallucinations worsened. She was gradually filled regret and eventually contempt as the days of her kitting drew near.

Another spasm, the mother shrieked in pain. The medicine cat spun around in shock. There was only supposed to be two kits. Hours passed and the she-cat grew weak. With the last of her efforts she birthed one final kit. As she shuddered to stillness the new lump of fur trembled. The father too trembled at the massacre before him. Only the strangely patterned kit moved with life. "Curse.. c-cosmic corruption.. curse.."

The father left camp that night, never to return again. The medicine cat of the clan named the lone survivor Cosmickit as a final tribute to her kin.

It was determined once her eyes opened that the she-cat was partially blind. Clouded as her gaze was, Cosmickit still followed movement and light with a surprising capacity. The queens shared the duty of caring for the young one, determined to keep her from the grim truth of her birth. She was never told the identity of her parents and instead fed the lie that she was abandoned inside their territory by a rogue.

Cosmicpaw struggled with apprenticeship. Impaired partially by her vision and completely ostracized by her peers, she vowed to leave the clan the very day of her warrior ceremony. Though the clan's queens had supported her in kithood as she grew older none rose to the occasion of continuing to act as her kin. Perhaps in the loner lands she could find her family. Delayed by 6 moons, Cosmicpaw worked fervently to train her nose and ears to adapt for the sight she lacked. Eventually Cosmicpaw was named Cosmicleap.

The night of her warrior vigil, Cosmicleap left Shadowclan without word and traveled into the unknown.

Four seasons passed and the warrior returned. Feeling responsible for her inspiration to leave, she was welcomed back by her clanmates and disclosed the truth of her birth by the few cats who knew. Cosmicleap never spoke of her journey away nor did she accept her true birth, repressing the thoughts of both to herself and to the rest of her clan. She loses herself to the mundane duties of warrior life. Whatever happened when she was away was enough to make her value the safety and fellowship of home.

But every once in a while, she notices something out of the corner of her eye. Hears the whispering of a voice in the rustling of the pines.

Is she unstable like her father? Or are the mysteries of her past forcing their way back?

Optional/Other/pictures/music inspired by:

Lady Stardust - Lisa Miskovsky

Going Going Gone - Maddie Poppe

Cosmic Love - Florence + the Machine

- Enjoy Fern's limited editing skills -

[SpoodleDoodles]

Name: Jokeheart

Clan: ThunderClan

Gender: Male

Description: A spry, gingery and energetic looking young cat, with white stocking legs, tail; and a blaze that begins on his face, covers his nose, travels down his neck and encompasses his belly. While most of his golden-tan ginger fur is short, emphasising his athletic shape and ability, his half-white tail is actually a delightful feathered plume, either carried high with an elegant wave or flickering all over behind him in a signal of excess energy. A smile is always on his face and laughter peals through the air wherever he goes; instead of walking and acting tethered to the ground as most of his Clan do, this young male prefers to skip and bounce. Even his brilliant and unusual aqua-toned eyes seem to smile and laugh in silence.

Personality: From his skipping step to his flickering plume tail to his dancing aqua eyes, Jokeheart embodies the persona of fun. Kits and apprentices adore him and there is usually a trail of young paws behind him, following where ever he goes and insisting on yet another "final" joke. Being the entertaining soul he is, he often obliges... or executes a brilliant "exit stage left" move that will leave the kits rolling in laughter as he makes his escape.

He makes every patrol a fun-fest, and is often asked to join as many patrols a day as he can fit in. Unlike most warriors, Jokeheart gladly accepts and joins in, skipping along no matter how many times he'd been at that border already that day. His hunting skills reflect his energy: avoiding the more common stalk and pounce, he skitters through the undergrowth on quick and stealthy skipping paws, darting and dashing here and there, collecting mice as he goes. This unusual method would not work very well for most cats; but as Jokeheart cannot sit still for long, it suits him perfectly fine.

Despite the love and laughter, there seems but one flaw for this energetic young tom. Unable to hold still for long, the same can be said for his love-life. There is a growing collection of young, pretty she-cats among the Clan that cast him annoyed, devastated, or longing glances, each a she-cat well known for getting to spend one night with the joke-hero, and no more. None have ever ended up expecting kits, and rumours circle around that perhaps he simply is unable to start a family... of course, no one knows exactly how he'd cope if one eventually did start for him...

He has a fondness for hunting mice, telling jokes, creating and inventing fun, playing chasey and tag, and adoring she-cats for one night. In glaring contrast, he loathes standing still, eating frogs (don't ask!), and is very quick to disappear the morning after when a she-cat comes looking for him. He simply can not stand the idea of a long-term relationship tying him down in one spot, and despite how much he loves kits, he'll go to great lengths to avoid a determined she-cat.

History: One dark and stormy night.... No, of course not!

On a dancing sunny day he and his brother were born to a pair of loners, two gentle souls that were like the sun and the moon. His mother, a pretty short-haired tortoiseshell, loved to sing and dance and it was her personality he took after. His father, a steady white fluffy tom, was the more reasonably- minded and stoic of the two, considered hunting and patrolling their territory extremely serious and vital business, and the second, grey-and-white-furred son (who was also the firstborn!) took after him.

Their mother, with her playful personality, called the kits Joke and Rhyme, and the father, with his serious air, chose not to dispute, though his nose certainly crinkled a little!

They lived and laughed (in the case of Rhyme, not so much) and grew, and the time came for the brothers to farewell their parents and set off together, much younger then usual due to a sudden lack of prey. Joke was keen for adventure, Rhyme less so, but as far as brothers went they managed to get along somehow. They had heard of a travelling band of merrymakers, fools that laughed and danced and sang for other bands and groups as they travelled, and Joke (with Rhyme reluctantly in tow) searched diligently for this potential new home.

They instead landed themselves caught trespassing, and captured, by a group that were very lacking in the entertainment department. Hauled up before the stoic and silent leader, Joke put on the best performance of his life to save the two youngsters from being flayed alive. With the entire court in stitches aside from the supposed king, Joke turned to his brother Rhyme and muttered "Haven't you got something to add?"

And in the silence that followed Rhyme revealed the reason for his name and told in verse such a magnificent and entertaining story that even the King finally broke into laughter, and the two young cats relaxed, for surely they had proven their worth? Alas, they had done too well, and were kept prisoner, being hauled out to entertain the King and his closest friends when ever he desired. And thanks to a frog joke gone wrong, they were given only frogs to eat, a taste they quickly learned to loathe.

Being kept in one place so long nearly drove Joke mad: his singing became wilder and more fanciful, his jokes sometimes trailed off-mid joke and launched into another, and his skipped sometimes lead him to tripping over his own paws and tail. None of this mattered, he was still hilarious and Rhyme spent most of his time coming up with new tales to entertain the crowd. Seeing his brother slowly go mad was the final straw for Rhyme, and with well-placed promises of "extra special stories" he managed to bribe his way to a walk in the camp with his half-crazed sibling. The fresh air was like a slap to the face; it brought Joke around faster then a fresh mouse would have. With his brother's senses intact again they made there escape, but Rhyme was not as agile as Joke and was caught at the very last guard.

Joke hesitated, but with his brother fighting like a banshee and more guards piling in, he went to help, only for Rhyme to command him not to die as well, but go live the life they had both wanted. Such was the power and love in that yowl that Joke turned and fled in obedience, certain his brother would not walk this earth again.

After such an experience of course it took quite a long time before Joke found himself able to move on, imagining his brother glaring at him for sitting on his tail for so long. Rhyme had not died so his brother could drive himself mad with inactivity again!

He finally stumbled across the border of the Clans, and was amazed at the difference in the Clan cats. At once, he decided, as long as he was free to come and go, he could certainly stay here for a while! The Clan was taken with him and his fun, and he was given the name Jokepaw, much to his amusement (much foot-related humour followed). He never seemed to grow especially close to anyone, (and why would he, after having a brother loved as much as Rhyme?) and preferred to entertain the crowd... and never eat frog again.

Soon he earned his warrior name, given as the leader said because he had a "heart full of jokes". The trail of pinning she-cats, however, invented their own spin of "the cat with a joke of a heart."

He now spends his time patrolling, entertaining, safe among cats who love him but would not cage him, a fate he must avoid. He can be heard to mutter and twitch in sleep, and who could blame him for the many silent conversations he must have with his lost brother that was so dear? The more intuitive among the Clan may release he lost a close sibling, but the females whisper and nod that he must have lost such a true princess he couldn't bear to stay with another... unless she was really special. And the line of waiting she-cats started to grow.

Jokeheart takes it all in stride though, a whirling madwind of jokes and tales and dances and laughter.

Optional/Other/pictures/music inspired by: Use your imagination, Jokeheart doesn't like being tied down into a single picture! Though, he is a fan of Disney's "Topsy Turvy"!