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AoT - Beginner's Luck

@JasonheroThough the Chief-Instructor doesn't pick out the weak one's like in the Canon story, he picks out those at random to seek out any weaknesses. Remember that personality and use it well in the RP.

Warrior Cats - Plague of Misery

Python

She knew he was still having doubts of her. Mallownose seemed to be quite the wise one. Though it filled her with slight joy as she heard the meeting plan. Python grimaced down at Birch as his face fell to a grumbled squirm. He didn't like the sound of being left alone...She found it quite amusing to see his reaction. Turning back to Mallownose, Python managed to sneak a quite peek at the hiding Kittypets and Clanner behind him. She was still fond of the fear she managed to deliver into the situation. However, too much fear meant too high-stakes of being compromised...

"Alright..." She began. Again, Python managed to catch the glimpse of Birch's face going rather folded as he held inside his Mind-Sulk. "I would happily meet. Birch would be understanding enough to wait behind. I completely understand that feeling of self-security. I felt it not too long ago..." Her amber-brown eyes flashed a stare at the hiding group. She grumbled words incapable of being understood. "And I assure you, we will work fine together as we try to tackle what lies ahea-" A call caught her off guard. Birch already turned and crouched, as if ready to withstand any offensive maneuvers onto the two. Python's view slowly moved there as well, as they began to hear the anger and challenge in the Tom's tone. The first to arrive was one not-much bigger than her, but even the smallest size difference could take a huge effect on Feline-to-Feline combat. It was harsh; it was hard-hitting. The way he spoke was deep and menacing, though in the 'Heroic' way. Python took instant offense for the thought of her Rogueship. The way they were treated was completely out-of-order. Oppression. Pretty easy to sum up. Even for a killer like her it was hard to withstand. It was one of the reasons why she killed without any reasons or manipulation...Eliminating Oppression was something that could be done to help ease the stress in her life caused by the epidemic, though she hadn't thought of what good effects it made on other's similar to herself. She stood straight, not battle-ready like Birch was himself.

"You've trespassed onto Thunderclan territory. I'm sure my leader would agree with me when I say that we'll have to ask you to leave." He said, living up to the challenge. Python only smiled her usual half-smile to him. She spoke in a slow tone to make sure he heard.

"Oh...I'm soooo sorry...I apologise for my rude entrance that could of potentially saved some lives or not. Oh woe is me..." Her tone was sarcastic, annoying and rather mimicking. "Fine...as you wish, your Clanner-ship. Come on Birchy, we got to prepare me with a meeting with 'Someone'." She looked back at Mallownose as she began to walk off. A small smile shot to him before she padded off, though she was unaware of Hawkstar having seen who she was and who the duo were when trespassing, Python didn't let the challenger say another word before they disappeared like Phantoms in a mist.

Warrior Cats - Plague of Misery

I apologise for using Python a lot more than Frostbite. I do hope to get back to Frostbite when I get the full plan of what to do when I get my reply. I apologise again for anymore inconvenience :'c

AoT - Beginner's Luck

First Post is up. If you feel slightly inept to use the same amount of content, or want more to be used in your posts, then do so by all means. As long as it uses as best-grammar as you can deliver, is understandable and consists of at least a paragraph [5 Sentences]. Remember...3rd Person Roleplaying, and if you feel like it is necessary, tie in the events that were in my post with yours. It makes more of a connection and makes it flow better, just as long as it advances the story. If you need to use the Chief Instructor, Arek Illania, for your inspection, then go for it by all means. I wish you luck and hope to enjoy the Roleplay we have ahead of us.

AoT - Beginner's Luck

Introduction

It was November. The winds and skies were beginning to turn darker and darker on a daily basis. The Sun's heated occupation on the planet had grown shorter and the darkness became something to get used to. Snow was only a month away from beginning its first downfall; now there were people of all ages, sizes and names coming to him. They were wanting his acceptance to become a Soldier. To give their live meaning was what they desired. Arek was sat in his office, waiting for the time to come. It was a small shack, filled with the most beautiful interior on Isiah. He waited for the perfect moment. They were literally finishing their alignment outside. He had to let them settle. The time for them to talk and greet one another was for after 'First-Parade' though. They were instructed by accompanying troops to avoid doing so to not piss off Arek. As Chief Instructor, he was to put all his work and effort today into ripping them out of their childhoods and throwing them straight into their militaristic lives that laid ahead, or rather decide who gets his confirmation to do so. Their future was in his control, which he very-much enjoyed. Here at Camp Isiah, he was the second Highest Ranking soldier. Though when it came to handling the Trainees, there was no greater authority. Arek had to be prepared that these troops were to bring stress. Only the one's capable of doing what he asked them to do were to stay.

Now, it was coming to the time. He readied himself as he flung on his jacket. The crossed-swords on his back flashed as his insignia reflected off of the little-lasting light that seeped through the window. His black-undershirt soaked in any heat to keep him from shivering when he took the first steps outside. He took a deep breath. Arek knew that what laid outside was going to be one hell-of a regiment. Both disappointing and satisfying. He opened the door. The smells of the cold air and sounds of small-talk flooded his senses almost instantaneously. Only the one's who were closest to him were to notice his arrival. They silenced themselves, but still the odd 250+ Trainees weren't to notice him. Typical. He took a deep breath, keeping his lungs low and his head high. The noise that emitted from his vocal speech echoed through the air, bringing nothing more than the deathly silence of the air. He screamed it...

"PARADE, PARADE-SHUN!"

Important Note

The term 'Parade, Parade-Shun.' is taken from the ways of bringing Trainees to attention. Though in this case, it is said as Parade, as they are one entire parade group. If it were a Squad, perhaps 43...'Squad, Squad-Shun' would be the correct term. It works around whatever it is addressed to. This may seem a little bit more confusing than saying 'Attention', but I am going by the rules of it sounding better and the fact that I am used to this through Air-Cadet Commands [Which I am incredibly attached to.]

Yuri Tynko

He wasn't talking much at that point. The wait in the cold was bad enough as it was to start introducing himself on 'First-Parade'. It was of the most highest-respect to maintain as much silence as possible when on these, though small and controlled talk was allowed. He wanted to make sure he wouldn't be picked out amongst the ranks. That was of course the hardest. Yuri was standing right next to Grant Trinity, a life-long friend and accompaniment of the Tynko family business for a while. The two found taking the powerful name to their ancestors by signing up, though Yuri had a few of his own reasons. Grant and himself were the tallest of the entire 132nd Trainees Regiment. Trainees spread further than their eyeline-of-sight could see and still they stood towering over the vast majority of the groups.

Grant's family had always been one of the Military, though. He had a good ancestral background, with connections to a now-dead relative, long before his own birth, being involved in the creation and improvements of 3DMG. That was an honor to keep, and would be good to take notice of. Though Grant was looking like the Military-type of person, Yuri himself looked slightly less. He didn't look completely inept of what lay ahead, as though the two were clearly going to be setting a few-examples for the youngsters. The two had been split from Lilith Hermia, another fellow friend of the two. She was the city-type. Obviously quite jumpy and lively. She was also not the greatest soul for this role. She really only joined to follow Grant and his best friend.

"So...what's on your mind, Tynee?" The nickname Grant gave him was embarrassing to some degree. A play on words, from his surname and the word tiny; it was only because of his slightly smaller appearance to Grant.

"Oh, you know...waiting. Possibly for the biggest challenge we might face that will change the course of our lives and probably stop me from becoming homeless...the normal stuff..." He grinned slightly, not turning to his friend.

"You are such a downer, mate. Though in this weather, hard not to be." The two grinned silently. They were good at controlling how they laughed, unlike some of the surrounding trainees. They were giggling to themselves or whispering to one another and hoping someone wouldn't call them out. From time to time, when they seemed almost anonymous, the two would point out to Trainee Instructors of people getting out of uniformed presentations. It was a humorous and correct thing to do. It almost seemed that some people were here for a joke or even without the thought of how difficult it was. He was positive that everyone didn't know what they were being lead into exactly. Grant and Yuri would always compare Vera's and Cyo's letters to home. The way they could compare their trainee experiences helped them pinpoint certain scenarios they 'might' face in their programme. Though it wasn't positive. They were about to face something rather unexpected with large amounts of Camp improvements and expansions. They were the vigilantes, and these small comrades were their prey. However, it struck them at surprise when it was echoed close to their position.

"PARADE, PARADE-SHUN!" The two almost completely froze in place and placed their eyes forward. Their arms came closely to their side as they stood tall and with pride. Only moving their eyes, they tried to catch a glimpse of their Chief Instructor, as that was what they imagined it was. The Trainee Captain never made these appearances unless it was necessary. A captain acted as a Commanding Officer for the Base. It was the highest authority on the ba-

Yuri stopped in his thoughts. The muse had caught him off Guard as he saw the man approach him. With only seconds to prepare, he Saluted as he walked in front of him. The man stopped, seeing the same-height between him, Grant and himself. He leaned closely to the two. His eye focused on them with tension and exaggeration before he departed. The two let off a silent sigh of relief. Now the show was about to begin. The first inspection and questioning of Arek Illania, the Chief Instructor.

Warrior Cats - Plague of Misery

I'll write up my post soon

AoT - Beginner's Luck

Anyway...I am back...I SHALL WRITE THE FIRST POST!

AoT - Beginner's Luck

@LetMeDoStuff
Woah woah woah woah WOAH You said I we had to role-play in third person, or at least I think you did. Do we really have to? o-o I'm bad at third person role-playing...

@RainbowFactory

I apologise, but it is compulsory.

Also I apologise furthermore for most likely not being able to post tonight after coming home from A lot of travelling to see building work. They should clear out tomorrow and Friday Afternoon will be my best time to post, as I do have the educational stuff starting tomorrow.

AoT - Beginner's Luck

Right...I should be back late today, GMT, if not tomorrow. When I get home, I'll have to set it to full. I don't want this being too crowded and I wanna start it soon. So I will hopefully make the first post over the course of these two days. ;3

Warrior Cats - Plague of Misery

I'm trying to post, but I can't really as both require responses first. I apologise :c