RPing Dos and Don'ts

[Dying Eagle]

Here are some simple Dos and Don'ts. If you have any you'd like to see added, PM Eagle and she'll probably add them. ^^

Don't: Post two wimpy paragraphs.

Ex: Falconstar padded along. Her nose scenting for anything nearby. She was out hunting and wanted to find a mouse. When she saw one, she stopped and crouched down. Her eyes glued and in hunting position, she leaped. After killing it she put earth over it to come back later.

The sun was starting to sink. The black she-cat twitched her tail. Better go back, she thought. It had been a good day hunting. She had caught a mouse, bird, and vole. She retrieved her prey and headed back to her camp. A feeling of satisfactory greeted her as she entered the camp. Other warriors were busy with their duties.

Do: Post with detail and none choppy sentences.

Example taken from Poisoned Sunrise. Made by Eagle:

A scarred black and white she-cat padded through her territory, power rippling through her legs. Three scars stood out more above all the others, the one on her flank, leg, and the one she was most known for, the long scar starting on her neck, all the way down her stomach to her tail. This she-cat was not the easiest thing to look at, and to tell the truth, she didn't have the best personality either. Her body was a clear indication of a hard life, and her figure almost seemed drained of life itself...what with all the black and white. The only color on her whole body was that in her eyes, and even that which use to glow bright yellow, seemed to drain away day by day. These days all there was left was a pale yellow. Some wondered if the color in her eyes drained completely, if she would just suddenly die like her eyes held all of her spirit each step she took, a piece stayed behind in that pawstep and that he was losing her life every minute of every day of every moon. Her ears flicked as she walked to through the Freckled Forest, and spat in disgust. She hated this part of the forest, what with it being so near to ChanceClan's territory. She couldn't mind the day where her Clan and HazardClan on the ground and DarkClan in the sky, fought against ChanceClan, PerilClan, and StarClan themselves for who ruled over this forest. StarClan are a bunch of filthy pieces of fox-dung. They don't care about us. Never have, never will. Falconstar has always felt like her warrior ancestors have betrayed her, over and over again. First with the death of her mentor. PerilClan warriors had killed him in a way no cat should die. With a long scar down his stomach, as hers shows. Then with the death of her siblings. They could have stopped that filthy badger from coming into the territory, but since they didn't,. her siblings died in front of her. "They can say I've betrayed them, but they betrayed me long before." Anger flashed through her mind.

Though, she still hated ChanceClan more than any other Clan. They were a bunch of hypocrites. They say they stand for everything peaceful and in the Warrior Code, but they are a bunch of killers! Why would a Clan ever kill warriors who were protecting the nursery when it was obvious they had kits in there, not even old enough to know their parents. Well, that is what she had always thought. Only the elders these days would know the truth, that she had been lied to. That every cat in the Clan told her it was ChanceClan though in reality it was only a rouge invasion. She flicked her tail as she went closer to a border, but not the border with ChanceClan, rather the one out to loner area. She pushed her black and white body through a bramble bush and looked around as a scent drifted to her nose. A loner? Around here? Huh, thought they were all scared of us RiskClanners. Well, might as show one little mouse-brain why they should be scared. She smirked as she spotted the loner and hissed angrily, "What is a she-cat like yourself doing so far from loner territory?" Her claws unsheathed and she took a few more pawsteps closer to the loner, malice and anger burning in her pale yellow eyes. Fights these days were something she never avoided, but rather brought with her whenever she could.