Irishcoffee;; She-Cat;; Advanced;; Any Mate Needed;;

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    [size=11pt]"For Love and Justice"[/size]






    Irishcoffee


    Gender; She-Cat
    Sex; She-Cat
    Pelt; Seal Point
    Markings; N/A
    Eyes; Blue
    Build; Lean
    Skills; Hunting, climbing
    Sexual Orientation; Pan
    Romantic Orientation; Pan


    If you are truly interested, please describe and roleplay a sample of your character.


    Please don't be offended if I reject your offer.


    Quality is essential.


    Thanks!






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    [font=georgia][size=7pt][color=black](c) GEEK[/size]

    Name - Willowsong
    Gender - Female
    Appearance - A lanky, bright-eyed grey she-cat with sky-blue eyes and a thick downy tail.
    Personality - Willowsong is boisterous and sharp, making overzealous decisions and speaking however she wants. She likes to make people smile, and tends to get a laugh out of most, especially her best friend.
    Skills - Social, tracking, swimming.
    Orientation - Bi


    Willowsong crept through the dark undergrowth, keeping her ears flat and nose alert. Everything that stirred among the ferns and the gnarled tree roots would be detected by her astute senses. Hearing something to her right, the silver she-cat held her breath and prowled forward, peering between two overhanging fronds. A squirrel was poking around the foot of a tree, oblivious to the feline stalking it. Licking her chips, Willowsong smirked and unsheathed her claws. Easy prey. Tensing her muscles, the she-cat poised herself and waited a few moments before lunging forward in one swift motion. The squirrel was sniffing around the tree roots one moment, then dead underneath Willowsong's claws the next.