down to [noirstar x jabberjaw] the trap you set tonight (chosen)

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name | Fantasme
gender | Female
sexuality | bi sexual though leaning towards Males
gender identity | female
alliance | HawkClan- or, ShadowClan, if you prefer.
ranking | kitten
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five positive traits |
• Intuitive
• mental Genius
• loyal
• hopeless romantic
• social
five negative traits |
• cold
• shuts others out
• vicious
• lonely
• sociopathic
likes | music, new things, and murders- especially if it is a mystery, she loves those things.
dislikes | pro clanners, over heat, there isn't much i can put in this list really other than her father/ mother- whichever Clan I am put into she will hate that parent and long for the other one.
phobias | spheksophobia (fear of wasps), megalophobia (fear of large things), may develop
favourite... |
colour • it changes depending on her mood but usually it is a dark blue gray or a black.
weather • a sort of cool sort of temperature, not windy but with a mild breeze, and she appreciates a sort of subdued sun, kind of 75-70 degrees with a nice breeze blowing
season • probably spring or autumn
time of day • it changes as well, from morning to evening or night, and it depends on her mood but it is usually night
past time • many past times amuse her, from socialising to singing alone, she is content in many scenarios
february. love touches her heart and is a major ruling emotion for her, a passion rarely seen expressed fiercely but rather shown in her gentle ways with her clanmates, her soft voice as a kitten, her innocence glinting in rose tinted eyes as she surveys the world around her. she is a being forged with kind whispers and gestures to demonstrate her loving feelings, though it is rarely romance that dances in her stomach so much as a family bond with her fellow HawkClanners or ShadowClanners no matter how violent they may be. as a child, she is like this, and these are her ways, polite and forever watching out for others, a breath of fresh air where most her age are already brutal, she is kind, and for once as optimistic as a baby should be. nothing can stop her from remaining respectful but adoring of those around her, and there is nothing that will ever alter her views, it seems. but then her apprenticeship is reached.

she discovers the outside world.

snow. it is delicate and fragile at first, unique and ever changing, but as it amasses it becomes thick and strong, fierce, a force to be reckoned with, hard to wade through. its victims are always susceptible for being swallowed up by a blanket of white that settles so still and beautiful in the end. but it is cold, and not even the heat of the desert can warm the iciness of it, and the snow that resides in her gut is no different. it makes for an interesting individual, beautiful and cold and hard on the outside now but soft and sensitive on the inside, though this inside is almost impossible to reach as her walls have been built so high it seems improbable anyone will ever be able to scale it. occasionally she may exit this wall to show a select few rabbit holes to enter into her true feelings, but it is highly unlikely this group will exceed zero for a long time, her eyes and mind suspicious even if she seems nice on the outside.

a rose. she is fragile maybe, yes, but by no means is she unpleasant or shy overtly. her voice may be soft as her touch, but this girl is powerful too, thorny, but that is not why she resembles the rose. no, this comes in due to her red beauty, her friendliness towards others and her motherliness now as she enters the later stages of her apprenticeship. whilst in no means looking for a relationship, she loves children even still, and they are the only people, other than friends she has known for months, that she feels truly safe around, even if she knows she must protect them from all harm. their innocence remind her of herself, and it brings out this faint smile across her beautiful features already that gently brushes her inner self and her eyes that light up with this deep affection, though vague, for those around her as she still retains this love for them all, as buried as it is beneath the ice.

she reaches her warriorhood, which has taken a while to get to.

demon. her eyes flush bloody with a cold hatred of the world around her, sealing her in her own bubble of isolated suspiciousness. fully ushered from her innocent state only months ago she is a calculating individual, but sharp tongued, and it does not take much to anger her even if her anger is easily suppressed. an open expanse in winter is cold and unshielded, just like her rage, and this demonic hatred that bubbles inside of her transforms her from a once friendly individual to a dedicated bloodclanner, unafraid of wetting her paw with the crimson that matches her eyes. no, no more is she afraid, and siberia is now only describable as changed, a chameleon who's colours have transformed more so than ever to be expected. the only question is, does she retain any traits from her former self?

february's snow brushes petals of a rose tainted black at the thorns by a demon. a single sentence there to sum her up. despite her new persona Fantasme is very much the same at heart, and her voice is still gentle, her touch is still soft and she still seems as if she is kind enough to steer a kitten back to its mother. whilst in reality, behind those pale eyes of her is a monster, she can reign it in and appear pleasant, and still will she play music and sing and dance and make friends even as the darkness bubbles within.
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species | felis catus
fur colour | black tabby
fur length | semi-long
eye colour | amber
build | feminine but strong, elegant and thin
distinct markings | two lighter grey dots between both eyes
accessories | none at the moment but she may acquire a weapon or instrument of sorts
take the appearance of a wolf- a black wolf. She has a feminine build, her chest narrow and abdomen thin, legs long and paws petite yet housing wicked claws, there is not much to say as she is a fairly simple individual. semi-long fur swathes her frame, snowy and pristine though occasionally ruffled in response to her surroundings, and it creates the appearance of a queen almost, an icy queen in a desert of red and gore. her tail is plumed and plush, fluffy and whipping back and forth whenever a strong emotion is felt, regardless of whether that emotion is positive or negative, and it is likened to a feather duster almost, though always free of sand and dirt as she is very proud of said appendage.

her eyes are, as mentioned before, amber, but when mingled with certain light angles and emotions they can darken or lighten, whether with rage or joy, and they are unusually expressive, showing just how she feels unless the emotions are hollow and they never quite touch her rose tinted gaze. her eyes are quite marvellous really, for whilst most black tabby's eyes are described as a bloody crimson, fierce and evil, she has a gentler look that contradicts her adult form.

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username | Promethius
display name | adoptions ac****s
activity | 7/7
muse | 8/10
advanced? | i'd like to think so
other | bloop
also, dAMN that appearance section is poor

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Trees. Such a strange thing. It oozes sap as if it is no big deal- but it could be. What if enough trees oozed so much sticky and bitter sap that a young kit- like her, who was the runt of the litter got stuck in and ended up suffocating, huh? What then? She knew it was a ridiculous idea, but she couldn't help it; her imagination wandered. It was highly illustrious also. She had learned every back route and common route that was used and had even created some of her own. They were hidden- often intertwining with those that prey used- along with the help of herself in correcting the many backtracks and unneeded crossings. She was a genius to say the least. The female walked over, leaving the green spool of emerald Japanese yarn that held the red and orange striped kite twined around it on the ground. No! She was not stupid! She was a genius! She had then put some common gravelly quartz on top of the string that lead out of the spool and up into the sky.

Having done all of this, the female padded over to the click female that wore the ridiculous glasses. What could they even be used for? It was not as if she did not have perfect twenty twenty vision! She had confirmed that by looking at her retina- or at least what she could see of it as the female had watched the clouds and the kite dance high in the unpredictable gust of wind.

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[align=left][size=7pt]NAME-- Dollkit[bones]

NICKNAMES-- Doll, Dolly

GENDER-- Female

CLAN-- HawkClan

GENERAL APPEARANCE-- She is not anything close to muscular and well-built. Here, you have a tiny, frail kitten, with delicate bone structure and the frame as fragile as a butterfly. Dollkit is blessed with a pigmentless beauty, something that does not require even a single drop of bold color. Her pawpads areblushed pink, nose is of a rosey hue, her optics, most unique of all, are a nectar-like pink. She defentiely does not have agood built for fighting or defending herself, which Dolly believes is a curse on her own self.

DETAILED APPEARANCE-- Perhaps unlike most of her siblings, Dollkit has a tiny, bony, and fragile frame. Her build is like a model wire structure, a metal skeleton of a newborn kitten. One tiny jab or pinch, and the whole structure is bent or simply broken. Easy as that, anyone can give her a good claw or blow, and she's sent flying. Her ribcage is seen, even when well-fed, under her skin. It gives the idea to other cats that she is malnourished, when really she is just smaller than an average kitten should be. Her figure could be described as sickly, pale, or bony, with her joints jutting out like broken twigs. Like the figure of an undead fresh corpse, she looks quite a bit like the living dead, a somewhat pitiful, yet strangely beautiful sight.

Dolly's legs can remind one of the legs of a birch tree, without a single blemish to be noticed. Like prefect, thin and tiny branches, from her soft shoulders to her softer paws, like tree limbs, her leg bones stretch out to meet her paw joints. They are actually not too short, despite her underage shape, but an average length and height for a normal kitten. They are not good at all for fighting; while nimble and quick like a feather, she can easily be swept of her feet with the lightest swish of a tail. However, like explained, Dollkit is fast on her feet, her legs pretty well-built for high speeds. In some ways, she's like a half-cheetah hybrid. Except, she's just a domestic.

Now; her coat. We shall tell this like a story, as this can be an interesting description even though her pelt may be considered plain. A crafter with the most skilled of hands creates a figure out of the softest alabaster, purer than ivory, soft as silk. With nimble and experienced fingers, a clay figure can be made, standing on those bony legs and ghostly complexion. Here, this crafter creates in the womb a white kitten, but not just plain white. Clouds on a sunny day, letting through the golden glow of the heavens. Fresh milk on a green farm, and the robes of an ancient princess. She can be called the reincarnation of an angel, born to life; for her body is of a beauty that does not require a bold hue of brown, or obsidian, not even buttermilk golden cream. Instead, only her pawpads, tiny nose, and beady eyes compliment her form with the matching sweet pink color. The hue is of balloons at a child's birthday; like a strawberry cake.

Now, for Doll's optics. Again, a skilled crafters takes two beads of a sweet magenta ruby with a berry-like hue, and places them into her hollow sockets. Hollow no more, these visionaries appear to be beads, wide, wide, beads that glisten with a shy, soft innocence only a young kitten could contain, if not a feline who holds their innocence still later on in life. Being an albino, they are obviously, as described, a shade of pink-ish red, but still strikingly elegant, and simply adorable. However, being her pigmentless complexion is sensitice to light, therefore, she cannot look at the sun for more than a second or two, for her optics can be easily damaged. Despite the cons, her irises are soft and can stir the envy in some.

PERSONALITY-- Dollkit may be many things, and along with can, holds many beneficial traits. However, with the positive follows the not-so-good traits.

[i]SHY-- Dolly is a very shy femme. Nothing frightens her more than having to go up to somebody and greet them, or even just standing in a crowd. It all makes her terrified, and the only people she can be around comfortably is her parent and siblings. That's about it. Otherwise, it can be extremely difficult for the albino to make friends unless someone is about as shy as she is; they would have more in common. Or, she could even be around a more outgoing cat, who can become her voice if she doesn't want to speak. Her voice, when talking, is much like Fluttershy (the yellow pegasus in My Little Pony). It's a bit above a whisper, but just barely, yet has a soft lilting tone to it as well.

ANXIETY-- With the fear of socializing and exposure to large crowds and strangers is the overwhelming anxious feeling she has. It starts with her freezing in her spot, whether standing or sitting. Then, she begins to shake softly, like vibrating. It looks like she's swallowed an iPhone on silent, and it's ringing. But of course, there is no phone inside of her. Lastly, she will either flop of the ground and just tremble, or even burst into tears because she doesn't know what to do. Not only does she look like a mess, Dolly wants to stop out of her embarrassment, but can't. So she's just left in that state until she manages to be soothed or calms down on her own. Luckily, this does not come on too often, but it happens.

KIND-- Despite her shyness and anxiety from her never-ending worries and fears, Dollkit is just a sweetheart. She loves to just be polite and practice her manners alone, so that in public, she doesn't mess up. She is supportive and tries to help the best she can. If someone is in need, she will give up what she has for their comfort. In her good Samaritan ways, others may appreciate her effort in doing tasks that are usually completed by adults, such as hunting. She never utters a swear word, for fear of poisoning herself with such foul language, as her elders may have told her. She is intent on listening, and may be considered a bit of a smartypants with her peers and littermates.

POSITIVE TRAITS--
- Kind
- Sweet
- Gives best effort
- Smart

NEGATIVE TRAITS--
- Too shy
- Introverted
- Anxious
- Worriesome, sensitive

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE-- The young alabaster femme was curled quietly in the moonlit nursery, her ruby orbs blinking softly as she observed her sleeping denmates, such as her siblings. Chests rose up and down in a slow rhythm, like a ballad as she yawned herself. Despite being tired, as it was nighttime, she couldn't sleep. Something, a thought perhaps, was nipping at the corners of her mind. What's bothering me like this? I don't remember.. Dollkit thought to herself, tilting her tiny cranium to stare up the the night sky.
The silver moon did not greet her, but there was the elegant and dark heavens, the stars of silverpelt smearing across the sky like sparkling strings of glitters and gems. Deciding not to lay on the cool moss anymore, the femme rose in her spot, lifting each thin wiry limb to place in strategic strides as to not wake up anyone. Her triangular lobes flicked softly, finally free of the stuffy den to retreat into the dark and refreshing night. Dolly let a smile stretch her pinkish lips as she padded softly across the pale sand, her movements smooth, her figure like a doll, except she was stealthier. And was also a cat.
Whiskers twitched in response to a scent, and she turned her head to see a clanmate, guarding the borders. She froze as the burly feline, a brown tabby tom, stretched, and as he turned, she leaped into a nearby brush, breaths quickening in fright as he looked to where the kitten used to be. Oh no! Did he see me? I'll be in so much trouble if I'm caught! However, much to the white kitten's relief, the tom just sneezed and turned his attention back to the border, walking further away from Dolly as she waited. As he was far enough, Dollkit scampered back into the nursery, careful not to step on a stray tail or paw as she snuggled back into her nest. At last, the female knew she had enough excitement, and exhaustion took over as she curled up, her head resting on her chest as she fell asleep next to her siblings, the smile returning to her maw.

PLOTS-- Will develop as I roleplay her C:

ROLEPLAYER INFORMATION--

USERNAME-- Moosie

DISPLAY NAME -- moosie

ACTIVITY-- I'm on pretty much every day, but sometimes I'll not come on a day or two, but that's about it.

MUSE-- If you know me, I'll type at least 4-5 sentences, and normally a small paragraph. If I'm just not be very museful, the size of the paragraphs may fluctuate.

OTHER-- Done! c:

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[size=7pt][b]rukia // female // straight // feminine // domestic feline

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[i]about myself.

name : ozzy

muse : flux. between seven or eight

why should i get the character : i think i should get the little girl because i will not be like someone who adopts a character then abandon them a week later, if that. 'cause i would not want that to happen to me and i do not sign up for litters if my muse is not in the right place for that character. simply, i will spoil this baby with art and everything else - plots and more plots.

why i shouldn't get rukia : i have a leader and deputy, they take a bit of time getting updated with that days activities but i do not think that will cause me to push rukia to the side.

about rukia.

name : rukia kuchiki

alias : ruk

name meaning : the meaning of this name is unknown. it may be the Japanese pronounciation of the name Lucia, but also may refer to the japanese name of the flower of regret which is "rue". This flower is also known as wijnruit.

why this name : well, this character is based off a character in the anime, Bleach. it is a really mainstream manga/anime and she holds my muse at the moment. also, she has so many twists and turns and so many plots because she is simply based off rukia from bleach. besides, honestly - rukia is a pretty badass character and i had gotten the idea when i had been scouring through hawkclan. saw an inchigo and seeing as i am an avid reader of manga, i knew exactly who her character is based off of. then, rukia was born - if she isn't in the litter then i will pop her in somewhere else.

alliance : strictly hawkclan.

gender : female

sexual orientation : straight

breed : bombay

personality : rukia has many things that make her, well - her, she is the type to keep her feelings to herself; whether it be guilt or sadness but she deals with it on her own. rukia is not the type to need someone's constant attention and can easily handle herself whether it is a physical altercation or one that is spoken. being headstrong and sure of herself is one of her traits that stand out from others of her particular gender. also, she has a way of seeing through animals - as if she had known them their whole life and understand what they need at that moment. she has flaws, she can risk everything and will risk everything if she fullheartedly believes in who they are and their reasons for such and such. to put it simply, rukia has a good heart and is very determined, no matter the obstacle; she will aim to defeat it with everything she has. intelligence also plays apart in who she is, it is easy for her to learn and very quickly -- this peculiar femme has a sense of humor. the type of cat to burst into an amusing rage about nothing, like for instance one would make fun of her below average drawings. rukia is very selfless, she would thin of everyone else before herself but would not make it so obvious but it is easily caught on to. though many strengths, she is seriously obsessed with bunnies an/or bunny shaped things - there is a childlike naivety about her when it comes to the simplest things. rukia kuchiki is a very straight forward person most of the time, she says what she means and not quite there when it comes to etiquette.

she enjoys being in high places, it gives her a surreal feeling to be looking down upon everything and everyone - similar to most felines. rukia values her friends and loved ones above everyone else, they are her own special little family. She would risk life and limb for the other, especially if she cares for them deeply. tying back into her selfless side of her personality, rukia never lies about her feelings - she may keep it inside but will never lie about them. another obsession of hers is cucumbers, yes cucumbers, for some reason the she-cat can not get enough of them. all in all, this character is strong and has childish weak spots - brief summary.

appearance : to sum all of it up, rukia is a small black cat. that wouldn't be a very nice looking section part of my application; so let's go into detail. close your eyes. imagine yourself as a painter, grip your brush and begin at her head. her face, it is diamond shaped and very pretty shape with two small triangles on both sides of her head a couple inches from each other. the slender femme has violet-hued orbs, quite strange for that of a newborn but she will be born with her eyes open which is incredible rare. not impossible, rare. she has a long set of black eyelashes which gives her an adoring look all the same. those eyes are almond shaped though narrowed as if she is always irritated but it is simply the shape her eyes are naturally in. with white pale whikers placed on each side of her soft lips and pale colored nose. now let's head to the shoulders, they are slim and slightly narrowed, with a tuft of black fur positioned on her chest similar to that of a cowlick that refuses to go down and lay correctly. as you pain the side of her form, there is amall hollow where her belly should protrude but in actuality she is just slim and built that was not malnourished. short black fur with minimum upkeep, until you head down to the hips, rounded slightly but not very womanly and more so a-line. giving her a boyish shape despite her pretty facial features, she is not beautiful but just a plain pretty that is not quite shocking or stands out.

as you look to her thin tail on the underside there seems to be a strip of white, despite being an all black feline which is odd especially for that of her particular breed. all in all, there is a bit of tone despite her small form and her hits pack a punch as she trained constantly in her younger moons to become stronger so one of her brothers could acknowledge her. so, everyone will see despite her young size that she was born to be strong and a fighter.

plots:

> get's the power to turn her fur white and eye color blue, also flower print to complete her bankai, a connection between her knife and her self.

> find her knife in some rubble, or wherever convuent depends on time.

> aims to impress her brother, that will happen duuring the most of her young life as an apprentice but once she get's it will she unlock her true bankai

> there are alot of plots but one i will pick out according to the time period i am flowing with

other: again, why choose this character to be in this seriously kick-ass litter because i will keep rukia and love on her and spoil her with all the art i can get done. i just really want her, i will put time into her and effort i just want to have oppurtinuity to play such a beautiful and twisted character with such cool parents.

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//cries because someone read my app

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