RP contest

[Dragon]

Raven

The black cat slipped out through the bushes of the Clearing, his black pelt covered in flakes of snow. Overhead, Nightstar was on a branch, watching the tom from above. The loner shook his fur, his winter coat now grown. A growl came from no where, and Raven jumped. Then he let out a small chuckle; it was his hungry belly. He trek towards ThunderClan's forest territory, staying near the border line. Then the black cat came to a narrow, well trodded path
Raven shrugged his lean shoulders; the scent was stale, almost gone. ThunderClan never partol their borders... He turned and trotted at a normal pace, his jaws parted slightly. Many scents washed over his scent glands; decaying undergrowth, a few faint trails of other cats, and a fairly fresh mouse scent. Raven grinned and leaned down lower, now following the mouse's trail. He silently glided over the ground, his eyes focased in front of him. With his jaws still opened, the scent got fresher and fresher. Soon, he saw a scrawy fluff of dusty brown fur. The mouse looked for seeds under an oak, too busy to noticed the hunter. Without waiting, Raven rushed out of his hiding place and leaped on the mouse. It let out a terrifed squel, but it was cut off by Raven's bite to its thoart. He picked up the freshly killed creature and swiftly left ThunderClan territory.
(Spelled was a little off, sometimes grammar awkward. But it was pleasantly descriptive. Though, he could have added a little more detail. 89%)

Psycho

The forest was silent. Nothing stirred. No life, no wind. Nothing. The brave leaves that still gripped the pratically bare branches of the maple trees shivered in the cold, still air. Were they afraid? Of what? Then, the silent forest filled with the dreadul sound of heavy, gurgling breathing. Loud pawsteps crashed over the thin layers of snow that carressed the withering grass with a soft white blanket. A feline. No, a monster. It was Psycho. The massive half-ghast was stalked down an old abandonned fox path towards an opening between the hibernating birch trees. Jaws lolled wide open, oozing out a waterfall of dark crimson liquid, splattering against her white chest fur, and the ground below. Bones, attached to a string clanged around her neck as she slunk forward. With all that noise, you'd think she'd be an unsuccessful hunter. But with her speed and strength, she'd swept the paws of even the bravest cats.
Psycho had found herself at the edge of the clearing, where she'd heard the sounds of a cat hunting. As she pushed through the undergrowth, she spotted a very young little brown tabby crouching over a dead mouse. "Nice catch," The crazed she-cat called out in a raspy, gurgly tone, her psychotic green eyes fixed at the little brown tabby standing over his vole. "Aaahhhh!" The young apprentice turned to face her with a petrified scream. Most cats aren't this scared of me...Ah, well. Psycho stalked forward, oh so painfully slow, a red haze blurring her vision until all she could see was the tabby's huge eyes as he cowering beneath her blood-dribbling jaws. "I'm a little hungry...." Without another word, she lunged down, sinking her jagged fangs into the little cats torso. He was barely the size of a rabbit compared to her. Psycho shook her head violently back and forth as his flailing black paws left the earth, sending a fountain of red liquid spraying in all directions, splattering everything they touched. As she continued her ghastly routine, she could feel his body fall still as he expired, and he blood had drained too far for him to live any longer. Psycho grunted lifting her head with the blooded tabby body dangling from her montrous jaws. Finally, she could eat.
(Spelling... is not very good, though most are probably typos. It improved greatly, the grammar is nearly perfect. 95%)

Longing

The slender loner slipped through the forest, her thin, snake-like body twisting between the tight, compact tree trunks. She was in clan territory now, and was liable to be attacked at any moment. Well, a cat must hunt somewhere, and where better to do so than a forest? Longing let out a light sigh, her heated, warm breath billowing about her slender face for a moment, before disappearing into Leaffall's icy grasp. Longing blinked, scanning the area for other cats. Spotting none right away, she let her muscular golden legs fold under her, and in one fast, fluid movement, she was sitting. She glanced about again, her gold ears pricked to pick up the slightest sounds of the forest. There were no other cats about. What now? She thinks to herself, Why did i even bother to come here? Her thin, cream-colored belly let out a loud yowl of protest. Longing cringed with the pain of hunger. I do believe that is why... She thinks, pushing herself to her black-tipped paws. Hunting. The word bounced about inside her mind, branching off, filling her golden head with other words; Poise, balance, accuracy. Prescision, ability, speed. Claws, kill, death. Death... Longing blinked and shook her head. No more distractions. This cat was ready for the kill. Longing tenced her muscles, her legs and body radiating with strength. She perked her ears, and lifted her tail, keeping the snake-like appeandage from brushing at the dead leaves that littered the ground. Her nose was pointed skyward, giving her the ability to scent out the whole forest. She cracked open her jaws, allowing the scents to hit the glands stationed at the roof of her mouth. She took in a breath of air. With that intake, she was shoved into a new being, a different cat. One entirely focused on the kill. Though she was still in the same body, something about her had changed. She unsheathed her sharper-than-thorn claws.
Trees. Everywhere. To the right and left. In front and behind. Bushes, ferns. Can and will make noise when brushed up against. Leaves, twigs. Will crack and cackle. Broken tree branch, resting on the forest floor. Must be aware of that. Could trip. Longing had suddenly become very aware of each and every small detail of the unruly forest. She took in another breath of air. Shrew. To the left. Dead? No, asleep. Burrowed underground. Out of reach. Not worth the effort. Magpie. In the oak. Dead ahead. To high. Unreachable. Again, not worth the effort. Squirrel? Yes, squirrel. Directly to the right, resting on the spindly branch of that pine. Reachable. Longing's delicate features twisted in disgust. “Squirrels.” She spat, her voice masked by a distant rumble of thunder. Disgusting, long, stringy fur. It will be stuck between my teeth for moons... But prey is prey, is it not? Longing let out out a disgruntled sigh, and poised herself for the hunt.
Body straight and erect, tail raised high above the ground, and sharp, black claws unsheathed, Longing prepared for the chase. The squirrel was directly to her right, poised on a rather thin tree branch protruding from a semi-large pine tree. The squirrel was in plain view, sitting on the branch, chattering noisily. Poor thing... Longing nearly felt bad for what she was going to do, but she pushed the thoughts from her mind. The loner began to stalk, moving swiftly and silently across the leaf-thrown ground. Each of her paw steps were careful, concentrated upon. Making barely no noise at all, she moved off to the right. Her paws made a light crack, each time they came down upon the forest floor, but the dumb gray creature just sat, unaware of what was to come. Longing moved closer.
The stalking she-cat was now just to the left of the low branch her prey sat upon. She cracked open her jaws, teeth and claws ready to break flesh. Her shimmering emerald eyes were dulled with the strain of concentration, and her lips pulled down at the corners. Hunting was not a thing she liked to do. But that was beside the point, and it was already to late to back out now, as her hind legs were tensing, and her body twisting to the right. Pounce on the branch, grab the squirrel in your jaws, and leap down. Once on the ground, kill it with teeth and claws. That was what she told herself, and that was exactly what she planned on doing.
With a sudden burst of speed and energy, Longing was soaring through the air, her tail streaming behind her, and her forepaws streached out in front, claws unsheathed. And right away, she knew, things where not going as planned. Her forepaws smashed into the squirrel, throwing it from its perch on the tree branch, and Longing followed close behind. She twisted her body in mid-air, insureing that she would land on her black-tipped paws. And that she did, also landing atop the stunned squirrel. Her unsheathed claws dug deep into the squirrels flesh as she landed, as she had never though to unsheath said claws. The squirrel twitched, the pain of the new wounds helping it over come the shock of the fall. It stuggled, but only caused Longing's claws to dig deeper into the flesh. Completely stunned herself, Longing simply stared at the creature under her paws. What the-... With a sudden instinct, Longing bent low, and bit down hard on the squirrels neck. Veins broke, blood flowed, and the creature lay still. Longing pulled her jaws apart, lifting them off the squirrels limp body. Long, stringy gray fur hung from her jaws.
(Quite a lot of spelling errors, but it was very interesting! 99%)

In third, with a score of 89% RAVEN!
In Second with a grand score of 95% Psycho
And in first! With an outstanding score of 99% LONGING!