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I'm back! I see nothing much important happened while I was gone. . . . . .

[size=11px]Bump!
Who are we waiting for?

[size=11px]If they accept you I will laugh SO hard. xD

*coughs*

Ahem. It's a good thing we all love you so much, Rave. This is a private, invite-only Clan.

No worries, you can join. ;) (I'm the co-owner of this LeoClan, if you didn't notice)

Vinny, be nice.

[size=11px]I meant at the current state when he didn't have likes or personality written or anything. :P

Oh. Well we can't accept a wip.

bump~

[size=11px]Bump~!

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Ʀѧᶌɚɳ wrote:

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| Frey | Female | Loner/warrior | 25 moons |

Eye Description;; Frey's eyes aren't something that are easy to describe. They are a leafy green that have rippling brown line on the edges. Some cats think her eyes change shades, but really, they simply reflect the shades around them. In brighter places, the sharp green eyes glow with detail, but in the dark, they look like swirling pools of thick sludge that could make a cat suffocate just by locking eyes with her. Though, it really only effected weak-hearted kittypet's, who couldn't raise a claw to defend themselves if they were attacked. Altogether, they seem to have a soft power that shows both strength and wisdom from living life alone.
Pelt Description;; In one word, one would call her pelt pure. It's the black that seems darker then night, unblemished by anything but her whiskers. It is a blessing for her as a loner, and she uses it frequently. The dark fur even comes up in soft tufts from her ears that hide the soft white-pink skin beneath. She can blend into a shadow during a day, and no one would be the wiser.
Overall Appearance;; Frey is a slender cat, with heavy muscles under her pelt. She has long, heavy legs with razor sharp, hooked claws, excellent for battle. She has scars running across her shoulders, but her thick fur hides it for the most part. She has long ears and a shortish, heavy-furred tail that tends to stir the leaves around her from the strength of it's swing. She cleans her fur often, but it is clumped and matted from living alone, even with the cleaning. She has a short maw with short black whiskers and long, dagger-curved teeth, which are her most deadly weapon. In short, she is a cat that looks slow and weak, but is powerful and full of surprises.

Personality;; Frey is very fierce and hardheaded, which makes her a total handful. She is always the first to attack and the last to flee, which puts her in a lot of dangerous situations. Her harshness and seemingly hateful nature make her very disliked by any cat that crosses her path. Though she appears mean and harsh, she has a soft spot for weak cats. She cares for them, no matter their age. This is the only way to see her true personality, someone who is incredibly kind and loving that has been treated harshly and grown into a hardened warrior, unafraid of blood and death. Her fearlessness is also a lie. She has fears greater then most, and she hides from them by fighting. At hear, she is still a kitten who is lost and scared, who doesn't know where she should go, who wants to love, but fears losing the things she loves. Sometimes, she can't help but feel so alone in the world, She hates this feeling more then anything. And when it's at it's worst, she will shred anything within reach with tears in her eyes.

Likes;; Warm food, cold water and fighting.
Dislikes;; Peacefulness. It gives her too much time to think about things.
Fears;; Frey has a deep fear of heights, but has ways too get around them, though if her concentration is broken, she can go into a panic. She also deeply fears badgers.
Favorites;; Dark nights, because they allow her to travel without being seen, And voles. They are sweet and warming to her.
Weaknesses;; Frey's left hind-leg is weak from a long fall, and it was never healed properly, so in battle, if something hits it too hard, it gets dislocated. She also has a moment of hesitation when she attacks a single cat. It has nearly kill her in the past.
Strengths;; Frey has a vicious bite and strong jaws to back up the razor sharp teeth. She is strong and agile, quick on her paws, but has little, real battle training.

History;; Frey knows little of her history. She awoke at the bottom of a cliff with only a pawful memories and a dislocated hind-leg. And, to make it worse, She had woken up on the body of a dead badger, whose dead mate was lying close beside. She had recognized them as something too fear, and only later did she learn that they were badgers. After she managed to slam her leg back in place, which she had to do with the help of a passing loner, she found a cave at the bottom of the cliff and lived out of it. The entire time, she reviewed the few memories she had. One of her as a kit with her parents. One of her fighting alongside a group of cats that she could tell she loved and trusted. And one more. One of her falling, falling, falling. It was the most terrifying memory and she wish it was one more that she had forgotten. Other then that, she new not anything. Not even her own name. So, she called herself Frey. She had no real reason for calling herself such, other then the fact that she felt the name fit. Prey was scarce where she was, so she started traveling. She was a loner now, even though she had had friends before. She didn't want to go back and try and find them. She feared trying to find the top of that ridge. As she traveled, life became harsher and harsher to Frey. She started becoming more and more heartless. She knew she had to be strong if she wanted to live, so she adopted the personality of a brute and lived however she could. But still, she refused to harm cats who were too weak to fight. She took pity on them, as the loner who had helped her had taken pity on her.

Mother;;Icepelt
Father;;Shadeclaw
Littermates;; Unknown.
Other Family Members;; N/A
Mate/Crush;; None
Apprentice;; None

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Other;; I just found this and invited myself not even knowing it was a private thread? Sorry. I'm a total idiot.....Why didn't I see it before?!?!?!?!!?! OhI Lionhearted, if you didn't know. ;)
RP sample;; Do I really need this?

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Now I just need to do a little touching up and I'm finished!

It's alright, Raven dear. Of course you may join. I don't know why we didn't invite you in the first place . . . . Lion?

Anyhow, Frey's lovely, and I found only one grammar error (though Lion might have a few more things to add):

Other than that, an excellent form.