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| Subject: How To Up Your RP Skills Tue May 08, 2018 9:21 am | |
| So you want to become a better RPer, do you? Do you want to be great? Well, you'll have to listen to me to do it. It's not as hard as you think. Step 1; GrammarGrammar. The downfall of many teens out there. End every sentence with some kind of punctuation; a . for normal sentences, a ! for yelling or exclamations, and a ? for questions. Make sure you use commas where needed and please, PLEASE, spell correctly. Use a spellchecker. For many grammar-related issues, I suggest Grammarly. Use capital letters, too. RiverClan, not riverclan. Shinestar, not shinestar. Start a sentence with a capital letter like I am right now. Step 2; Length1-sentence posts? No more! I'll teach you how to turn - This:
Spotpaw was thinking about his life. It was good, then it turned bad. He sat staring at the Gorge. His friends and family all hated him. He thought about becoming a rogue. No, he couldn't do that. He would have to fight Riverclan, and he couldn't do that. He couldn't live like that. Wait... What if he didn't? What would happen if he jumped in the Gorge? No one would feel sad. No "May you find good hunting, swift running, and shelter when you sleep" for him. Only "Good riddance" would be said to his dead body.
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Spotpaw was contemplating his choices. His life at a glance was happiness and adrenaline, then that declined to frustration, and now that had declined to a sadness he was not willing to bear. Brightpaw had been turned against him. Why? Brightpaw had hit him. There was no other word for it. And to make it worse, it was just for expressing his opinion. A strong opinion, but just a viewpoint at that. It had been the smallest flash of pain, but the deed stung worse than Brightpaw thought. To think that his own brother was turned against him... it was almost unthinkable.
His Clan had lost honor.
So had he.
Spotpaw wanted to call Brightpaw a good brother, he did. But he couldn't. Brightpaw had acted as if he had done nothing wrong, licking Spotpaw as if Brightpaw was his mother. So Spotpaw padded away. He hadn't been ready to forgive Brightpaw yet, but once he was, Brightpaw seemed intent on hating Spotpaw. This was not an answerable question. Raccoonpaw had been lost as a brother too. All Spotpaw had left was Frostpaw and Reedpaw, and even Reedpaw seemed to be angry at him.
Why was Starclan cutting off all of his family?
Heronpaw was a good friend, and so was Wolfpaw.
Friends were not what Spotpaw needed.
Spotpaw turned his head to stare down into the swirling, rushing rapids of the gorge. The water tumbled, sometimes playfully and sometimes angrily. There was no real difference. Falling meant death. The depths of these waters had sent many to Starclan, and perhaps today they would take another.
Thunderclan was supposed to be evil.
So was Shadowclan, Windclan, and Skyclan.
Spotpaw didn't believe so.
Somewhere close by, Lionspark was being guarded by Riverclan cats, and Thunderclan would take them back any day. The cavern would be a good place to live. Alone. As soon as the hostage was freed. Become a loner, settled in the Cavern. Close to prey and water, far from family. That wasn't a good thought. He would also be away from Smokewish, Ravenflight, Violetpaw, Wolfpaw, Darkpaw, Heronpaw.
Friends. One of the few things Spotpaw had.
Family. Another thing Spotpaw had.
A Clan. Something every cat should have the gift of.
Except for Spotpaw. Spotpaw didn't deserve to be with such kind cats, and he didn't want to be with the mean ones either. What did Spotpaw deserve? To live alone, attacked day after day by former Clanmates, cats that Spotpaw could not hurt? A curse. Spotpaw could be cursed. That was how Spotpaw lived.
Unless...
What if he didn't?
Would any cat cry if he didn't wake up the next morning? Would any cat sob over his broken, soaked body? Would he be buried with all of his Clanmates wishing him farewell? No. Brightpaw, Raccoonpaw, Silverfang, Rainstorm, they would not cry. Wolfpaw and Heronpaw might wish him farewell. But no cat would cry over the Riverclan cat who everyone hated.
No one would be sad.
So how do you do it? Let's start. Describe your surroundings. No, not "the sky was blue. the grass was green." No, I mean "Fluffy white clouds drifted across the clear blue sky, occasionally covering the sun and blessing the world with shade, even for just a moment. A breeze danced through the swaying grasses, which were full and green. The tranquil stream bubbled along, content." Use adjectives. Lots and lots of adjectives, verbs, and figurative language. Avoid -ly words, as well as "pretty", "really", etc. Another thing is your cat's thoughts on the subject. "He was angry about Ivystar's choices." This is not enough. You should know what's going on without any "Spotpaw was angry. At Ivystar and all of her blind followers. At himself and his family. Keeping hostages? Insane! And then they scolded him for thinking against it." Explain exactly what they're feeling and why. Step 3; SpacingSo now you've got a nice long post, click preview and- it's a wall of text. You need to space it out. How do you do that? How do you turn - This:
Cinderfall knew Riverclan's side to the story. Smokepelt(he had just known him as That Evil Deputy) had maimed two innocent Riverclan cats intentionally(Frogjaw and another whose name he couldn't remember) and claimed to be protecting Windclan. Fishstar had demanded his demotion and Ashstar obliged. "It's interesting to see Windclan's point of view." He noted. He began to ponder what the elder had said. But his anger and pride took over, which was his downfall. He attacked several innocent cats, thinking he was protecting our clan, Cedarfur said. Cinderfall winced as the tall tom said this, reminded again of Fernpaw. It's interesting to see Windclan's point of view, he had said. Maybe it was time that he did. He had to think about HER perspective! He remembered what Fernpaw had said to him. "Besides, then your Clan wouldn’t have to unfairly beat anyone else up and rob them of their herbs, fresh-kill, and prey-rich hunting grounds like a bunch of bullies!" "You attacked me on my own land!" "What makes you think you can apologize to me for attacking me on my land and traumatizing me just because I said something you didn’t like?" It was piecing together now. How did it feel from Fernpaw's perspective? She walks up to a cat. She begins to joke. And he attacks her, seemingly unprovoked. She defeats him and he stalks away. She only wanted to be friends. Could Cedarfur have known? Could she have told him what Cinderfall had done? It would be taking a chance, but he had to try. He closed his eyes. "Can you... Can you tell Fernpaw that I'm sorry?" He asked this quietly. His voice grew louder as he spoke. "And that I really want to be friends with her and that I regret what I did?" He opened his eyes again, trying to convey his own regret, sorrow, and pleading. "I don't want her to suffer and think that I'm heartless..." He shook it out of his fur. "Never mind. Would you mind telling me another?" He quickly reverted back to his story-loving, young and innocent self. "I want to know more about the history of the Clans." He purred.
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Cinderfall knew Riverclan's side to the story. Smokepelt(he had just known him as That Evil Deputy) had maimed two innocent Riverclan cats intentionally(Frogjaw and another whose name he couldn't remember) and claimed to be protecting Windclan. Fishstar had demanded his demotion and Ashstar obliged.
"It's interesting to see Windclan's point of view." He noted. He began to ponder what the elder had said. But his anger and pride took over, which was his downfall. He attacked several innocent cats, thinking he was protecting our clan, Cedarfur said. Cinderfall winced as the tall tom said this, reminded again of Fernpaw. It's interesting to see Windclan's point of view, he had said. Maybe it was time that he did. He had to think about HER perspective! He remembered what Fernpaw had said to him.
"Besides, then your Clan wouldn’t have to unfairly beat anyone else up and rob them of their herbs, fresh-kill, and prey-rich hunting grounds like a bunch of bullies!" "You attacked me on my own land!" "What makes you think you can apologize to me for attacking me on my land and traumatizing me just because I said something you didn’t like?" It was piecing together now. How did it feel from Fernpaw's perspective? She walks up to a cat. She begins to joke. And he attacks her, seemingly unprovoked. She defeats him and he stalks away. She only wanted to be friends. Could Cedarfur have known? Could she have told him what Cinderfall had done? It would be taking a chance, but he had to try. He closed his eyes.
"Can you... Can you tell Fernpaw that I'm sorry?" He asked this quietly. His voice grew louder as he spoke. "And that I really want to be friends with her and that I regret what I did?" He opened his eyes again, trying to convey his own regret, sorrow, and pleading. "I don't want her to suffer and think that I'm heartless..." As he trailed off, the tom shook it out of his fur. "Never mind. Would you mind telling me another?" He quickly reverted back to his story-loving, young and innocent self. "I want to know more about the history of the Clans." He purred, eyes shining.
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