Post by Goldenstar on Jan 4, 2008 17:02:35 GMT -5
Name: ERIN
Nickname: Goldenstar, Ari, Golden, Goldy, Goldeh, etc
Age: I shalt be 14 on the 29th of January...so yeah, I'm still 13, but I'm really close!
Literacy Level: I don't mean to brag but I think it's advanced.
Activity Level: On at least once a day for like 3 hours
Suggestions for the Site:
-A list of user groups and what their privledges are...and their responsibiolities.
-More members, obviously, but that's too sponteneous to be a suggestion, really.
-Less strict regulations. I know that without rules sites would fall apart into messes but let...enforcement. I mean, obviously, chastise someone for breaking the rules, but the humor board thing is a good idea. COuld we also have a chat board - or combine the two?
-CBOX on every page. I like to chat and see what's going on.
-I was thinking about the cat limit - I don't know for sure why there's even a limit - maybe so you don't have to sort through them all or soemthing - but it can be annoying. However, I do know that it induces quality into the cats that we DO create, and there are less shared personalities. Also it prevents cats from not being RPed. But perhaps it won't be a set thing - like, maybe, members can earn their way to more cats, based on the number of posts they have or something.
-Place for people to rant about soemthing, possibly?
-Suggestions board. Totally.
Roleplaying Sample:
Goldenstar felt claws, sharp as thorns, rake her skin, causing her blood to blow freely from the long slashes in her pelt.
Yowling, she whipped around to catch her opponent, a young brownish tom, on both shoulder with all the force she had in her body. She felt her claws rip pelt...then muscle...to minally connect with the bone. Both double paws were at their mark.
The tom spat his pain and fury and twisted away, out of her reach, but left furrows six-wide on each side. With a thrust of his powerful back legs, he attempted to bowl her over and attack her unprotected underside.
She flipped over, and, in the same moment, twisted up and about to balance on sturdy back legs.
The tom knew what she was thinking - he drew away from her slashing double paws just in time.
Hissing in frustration, the golden tabby propelled herself forwards to connect yet again with the tom's shoulders. She felt as much as heard the sickening crunch that told her that her front legs had connected with his foreleg, and probably broken it.
