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username // Heathermist.
display name // }{нєαтнєямιѕт}{
nickname // Heather; Mist; Misty; etc.
activity (1-10) // Nine.
rp sample // Darkness obscured Buzzardtooth's vision. He was dreaming, yet he didn't know so. His pads were touching cool, smooth grounds as he padded along in the haunting silence, the darkness so thick that he could only see faintly with the skill of rather poor night vision. The old tom felt panic rush into his heart all at once like the walls of his heart were the walls of the dam, and the water had proved to possess more strength than the sturdy walls anticipated. The darkness was overwhelming. It felt like it was closing in on him, drowning him..it was beginning to prove difficult to breath, so the feline broke into a run, losing all his nerve. A dull pang of relief overtook him as a gloomy light shone ahead. It was an exit or perhaps an entrance of some sort. Barely daring to breath, the cat's muscles tensed as he stepped into the light.
His intelligent, weary eyes adjusted to the light, and he blinked, feeling confused. Scents of the sky and wildflowers filled his nostrils, bringing courage back to this lonely soul of his. He enjoyed the sunshine and the scents for some time before something caught his eye: a cat. She was a fine and beautiful calico, with rich patches of tabby ginger, tabby grey, white and black. A smile tugged at her maw, and she tilted her head, a warm expression etched upon her delicate features. "You look like you've seen a ghost," She said, drawing back her lips to reveal pointed teeth in a grin. "Softpetal.." Buzzardtooth breathed, utter shock flickering over his old yet handsome face. He rushed forward, nuzzling her, for she was his mate, who had died from greencough moons and moons ago. "Yes, darling. I want you to know I'm always with you. I love you." And so she stepped back, her eyes glazed with sadness, and began to fade, as the whole seen before Buzzardtooth began to fade. ''Wait! Softpetal! Oh, Softpetal! Don't leave me again..'' He wailed, but the image closed on him, and he woke with a start, curled elegantly in his bracken nest. His fur was hot and damp with sweat, pale dawn light was peeking through the den entrance. He closed his piercing hazel gaze once more and tried to recall her flowery scent, her soft touch. But he knew his mate had gone, yet her scent lingered slightly. Tassel drooping, he rose from his nest to live another day without his dear Softpetal.[hr]
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name // Buzzardtooth.
gender // Tom.
age // Forty-eight moons.
rank // Senior warrior.
appearance // A large, stocky bloke. His fur is long and tangled, and a handsome shade of paler black with a white streak upon his plump nose, muzzle, and widely upon his chest. His tassel-tip is as white as snow as well. His ears are large and keen, close together and high up upon his skull. They are tufted, with long, speckled hairs tufting from the inside. His cranium is roughly heart-shaped. His eyes are very hollow, yet large: they are a shade of green with hazel flecking the borders. His whiskers protruding from his muzzle and eyebrow are long and tangled, white speckled slightly with small flecks of grey-black. His muzzle is flecked with grey. He is missing the whiskers from his left brow due to a fire when he was a young apprentice, he had gotten too close to the intense flames and singed of his brow whiskers, which had failed to regrow. His tail is short yet plume-y. With broad shoulders and muscles that ripple obviously beneath his pelt should he move, Buzzardtooth is a strong and powerful feline who depends on strength should he battle or perhaps hunt.
personality // Buzzardtooth is a very proud and fickle tomcat. One moment perhaps he may act like your friend, the next moment he will abandon the favor of your opinions to side with the logical answer. Though this tends to irk many he is a well-known, respected cat of the Clan. Terribly loyal, he tends to hold close bonds to some. He's known to act very tough and mature, though he has a terrible soft spot for kits. He makes a terrific mentor, as he's just the right mixture of stern and demanding as humorous and chatty. Buzzardtooth is annoyed by a lot of things, and if a cat should go out of their own way to taunt him, they won't be surprised when Buzzard whips around and claws their ears, as he's very aggressive. Defensive and secretive, Buzzardtooth just appreciates being alone sometimes, and often finds himself padding through the lovely forests, pondering and daydreaming...he seems very distant nowadays, heart cloaked in the unshakable darkness of grief for the loss of his mate. It seems, that he has grieved far too long for Softpetal, and can't seem to get over her. He'll blab on for moons if anyone should ask him about his dear former mate.
crush or mates // Softpetal{x} [former mate and crush]
kin // Fallowspirit. [daughter of Softpetal and himself]
history // read up on Fallowspirit's forum.
comments, questions or concerns // nae.
other // 'the flow of their galaxies' also planning to kill off Buzzardtooth at some point soon.
username // Heathermist.
display name // }{нєαтнєямιѕт}{
nickname // Heather; Mist; Misty.
activity (1-10) // Often nine.
rp sample // I am unsure if I am required to do this again.[hr]

name // Fallowspirit.
gender // Molly.
age // Twenty-six moons of age.
rank // Spark.
appearance // A young, pretty calico. Her base shade of pelt is white with a faint cream hue. Her pelt consists of rich calico dapples of tabby-striped orange, tabby-striped grey and night-sky-black. With a heart-shaped face and large, hollow, round olive-green eyes, slit-pupils, with hazel flecking the borders. Her nose is a soft shade of wildflower pink, with long, straight white whiskers on both brows and upon her muzzle. Her fur is medium-length, though her tail is a rather long plume. Her ears are tufted like her father's, and high-up and close together, with pointed tips. Muscular and broad-shouldered like her sire.
personality // One thing Fallowspirit is known for is that she is terribly optimistic, it can consist to the point of being irksome, but sometimes it's good to have a cat that won't give up, someone who will encourage others to the point of being annoying. Very independent and prideful, Fallowspirit won't allow anyone to try and baby her or boss her around, for as a kit she didn't have much of a chance to have a mother or father figure, so she learned to be very mature over time. Her parents are a touchy-feel-y subject, and don't be surprised if you get a clever retort, a hiss, or a scratch in return if you attempt to worm your way into her past, for she is no open book. With determination, Fallowspirit would make a lovely mentor, though she is known to be a bit too stern on apprentices. But this is just her outer shell. Cats who are close to her know she can be humorous, bubbly, and empathetic. With a determined expression etched upon her features regularly, Fallowspirit tries her hardest to stop others from bringing her down. Though she isn't afraid to state her opinion when she pleases, she is quite shy, with terrible anxiety when it comes to social situations. Yet she hides this behind an unsure mask of flirtatious-being, and though she's rather terrible at flirting and tragically clumsy, she fails to see this and will attempt to flirt confidently.crush or mates //
kin //
history //
comments, questions or concerns //
other //
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[font=andale mono]username // bakasenpaii
display name // ❅píkαchu. (note, i'm changing it after the new year)
nickname // soph, sophie, or pikachu is fine c:
activity (1-10) // 6 on schooldays, 9 at the weekend, but timezones suck.
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[color=black]Sometimes he wondered what would have happened if he had defied his given orders. If he hadn't refilled his gas canisters and restocked in new blades like Erwin insisted, and instead rushed back to his squad. Would they have managed to have brought down the female form titan? Would they have lived? He knew it was useless asking all of these questions now, but his mind couldn't help but wander back to that expedition, which haunted him constantly. The images plagued his mind; Gunther hanging by his wire in the midst of the trees, neck slashed open, Erd with his body bitten in half, arm severed into a bloody mess, Auruo lying motionless on the ground, crimson blood staining his forest green cape. And Petra. That was the worst memory of all. Her body bent backwards in such an unnatural position, dirty blood smeared across her porcelain skin and copper locks, her amber optics still open and staring up emotionlessly at the azure sky, cape flowing in the wind with the wings of freedom emblem tainted with her blood. She looked so vulnerable, so fragile, like she could break at the slightest touch. But she didn't look at peace, and he regretted discarding her body like it was nothing just to escape from the titans. Well it was all too late now.
It was his birthday today; not that he cared. He found the celebration unnecessary and meaningless, and was in a foul mood already due to the december snow that was piling up outside. But it was also Christmas, meaning there was going to be mess, joy, mess and mess. Ugh. That meant more cleaning for him, though he would make Eren do lots of it. Oh wait, the castle HQ was empty; Eren having left earlier in the week to assist sh.tty glasses in some of her weird experiments and, well... The rest of the squad were gone now. It had been a few months since their deaths, but it seemed like only a few days, and he could still smell the blood lingering in the air. He should've been used to the metallic taste and smell, but it made the air thick and chocked him.
Originally, he wasn't going to bother with Christmas decorations and such, but Erwin and the rest insisted on making the dreary place more festive, so the walls were now lavished with tinsel, fairy lights and all sorts of other dirty, dusty decorations that would need to be cleared later. He shuddered, thinking about how much filth there was going to be later, and how long it would take to clean it all up. If only the squad where here, at least they could clean to his standards.
Sighing, he took a sip of the hot tea, holding the cup in his usual manner; by the brim. His piercing stone grey eyes fleeted over the table, imagining if the squad were there too, all talking amongst themselves in joy and injuries all healed from the expedition. Tilting the cup a bit more than he needed to, he cursed under his breath as the scorching hot drink defiled his crisp white shirt and cravat. "Sh.t." He quickly stood up and quickly placed the cup back onto it's saucer, outstretching his hand as if he were expecting to be handed something. "Oi, Petra, can you get me a-" Oh right, she wasn't there anymore. Sighing once more in annoyance, he retreated back to his room to change his dirty clothes into new, clean ones and also retrieve his spare cravat as a replacement for his now mucked up one. Taking quick paced steps, he soon arrived at his room, sighing in relief. Every movement he took seemed to echo throughout the hallway. It was silent. Too silent.
Once he had changed into cleaner clothes and was satisfied with his how his cravat was arranged, he went back outside, deciding to take a stroll around the castle and reminiscence. He passed by all of the squad’s rooms, one by one, slowly by slowly. He felt that he could still hear them, like the walls were echoing everything that had happened in the HQ. Laughter, tears, anger. He could hear it all. He came abruptly to a stop, suddenly noticing that the sun had sunk out of sight, a few twinkling stars now shining in the sky. Damn, it was almost time for Erwin, sh.tty four eyes and everyone else to come and celebrate the ‘joyous occasion known as shorty aging’.
He finally reached one room in particular, which he had been anticipating the entirety of his stroll. He knocked gently on the hard, wooden door, as if by habit, and then slowly opened it. He was suddenly overwhelmed by a huge amount of dust; the room hadn't been cleaned since the expedition ended and Petra's father came to collect her belongings. But her scent still lingered in the air, sweet and comforting. He stood still for a moment, gazing at the room as if he could see everything that ever happened inside happening again. His attention was diverted when noticed a pale envelope in the corner of his eye, that stood out against the ashen desk. It was addressed to him, so, obliged to open it, he carefully and neatly opened the envelope, taking out a small piece of paper. It was obviously from her, he could recognise the familiar small and neat handwriting, much unlike his own illegible one. There were a few creases on the parchment of paper, as well as splotches which looked like liquid had been spilled and then dried. He stared blankly at the letter, reading the words steadily and attentively.Dear Levi Heichou,
[font=trebuchet ms][size=8][color=black][i]So I always do this before an expedition, in case I don't come back, you know. I write one to everyone else too; my Dad, Erd, Gunther, Auruo, and even Eren this time round. If you're reading this, then chance are that I've fallen and you're probably alone now, ne? So I'm just gonna say a few words that I've probably never had the courage to say to you, face to face.
Just remember that it's alright to cry, ok? To be honest, I'm not even worth your tears, but it's ok. I know you'll probably think that you're all tough and aren't affected by these things, but I know that deep down you're all emotional and vulnerable, but that's normal. We all know that you put on that tough shell with the whole 'humanity's strongest soldier' thing and won't let anyone in, but you've got to soften and loosen up sometimes. We all need to let it out sometimes. Wow, I'm probably sounding like some strict mother right now, sorry...
I'm crying tears right now, pathetic, eh? The survey corps have always been my second family, and I cherish the memories we've all had together. You've got to tell Auruo to stop imitating you, and to keep that big mouth of his shut unless he wants to injure his tongue even more. And tell Eren to have faith and trust others. I know that humanity will win against the titans, and that you'll lead them well. Also, you don't have to be as strict with the cleaning. It's tiring, you know, and why are you even such a cleanfreak? I wish I'd lived longer, so I could learn all these new things about you and the squad and everything. Thinking about it, I never found out why you hold your teacup that way, or why you wear a cravat in the first place. Tell someone for me, ok?
Well if I'm dead right now, then I've never really had the chance to say this to you, face to face. So here goes...
[size=7pt]I love you.[font=trebuchet ms][size=8][color=black][i]~Petra Ral
[font=trebuchet ms][size=8][color=black][i]P.S. Happy birthday, when the time comes! And excuse the tear stains on the letter.
[justify][font=trebuchet ms][size=8][color=black]A burst of emotions hit him all at once, and unbeknownst to him, hot tears were now threatening to spill down his cheeks. "Tch." He pocketed the letter, then returned to the hall, where people would have been arriving by now. He could hear Hanji and her eccentric cries about a new experiment or whatnot, then hushed voices, then silence. Entering the hall, a puff of confetti was blown into his face, and everyone popped up from their various hiding places. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY LANCE CORPORAL LEVI!" He merely stared at them all with a blank expression, and sat down at the table. "Tch." Everyone burst out into a joyous laughter at his actions, then sat down as well and started talking amongst themselves, wishing him a happy birthday, and a merry christmas and a happy new year full of successful expeditions. Food was laid out all over the wooden surface, and there was confetti, tinsel, glitter, dust, and various other decorations scattered around, almost making his head ache from the thought of having to clear it all up afterwards. Not to mention the fact that Hanji had brought her special wine, and there was probably going to be sick involved. Ugh... Hanji raised a glass full of the alcohol, beaming wildly. "Everybody dig in! And happy birthday to our little corporal here!"
It had been a few hours now, and everyone was pretty much sober from all the alcohol consumption. Boy, they hadn't had a celebration like that in ages. He'd been persuaded by Erwin to take a couple of drinks to keep his mind off the expedition, but his thoughts, however clouded by the alcohol, kept on drifting back to the letter. He was getting paranoid, also starting to hear strange laughter in the back of his mind. It sounded way too familiar. Hanji was clearly drunk, shouting slurred lines as Moblit was in a distressed frenzy trying to get her to calm down and sit back down. "Yo shorty, stop being a party pooper and cheer up! How about ya finally tell us your real age, huh, huh?" Moblit gave a worried and scared look, seeing that he was fuming and really didn't look to be in the right mood. Not that he ever was anyways. "Fuxk you sh.tty glasses. Go back to your sh.tty titan captives or whatever other sh.t." She gave him a scowl, but was so intoxicated that she merely returned back to her sober, delusional self and asked Moblit to pour her more wine. He stood up abruptly, suddenly feeling very sick and woozy. It must have been the alcohol.
"Fuxk. Fuxk, fuxk, fuxk. Oh sh.t, sh.t, sh....t.." He rubbed his head, groaning. Maybe he was the one getting delusional, he could hear more laughter now. It was getting louder and louder. No one else seemed bothered by it, so why him? Perhaps he was the only one who could hear it, and no one else could...
Stopping to lean against the wall, his eyes widened as he could finally hear the voice clearly, the sound piercing through him. "Merry Christmas, Levi Heichou!" He remembered that day. It was last year at his previous birthday, when he had badly sprained his wrist after an expedition and had stayed in the castle to recuperate with other members of the survey corps. "And happy birthday!"
It was her, it was her voice. But she wasn't there anymore. A small, crystal tear slid down his face, and he grit his teeth, hands balling into fists and banging at the wall. She was gone, and now all that remained of her was the letter residing in his pocket and echoes, trapped in the walls.{a levimas special, kinda inspired by heichou
and his fabulous graphic post about levi dying. XD does christmas even exist in the snk universe? probably not, oh well. and yes, levi can cry cos he’s faboo XP hope you enjoyed it c:sorry if there are any typos, this was half made painfully on my sh.tty arse phonewoah this was supposed to be some happy jolly sh.t not this depressing oops ^-^}[/fancypost]
now divide this by like 4. that's probably my average muse XD[hr]
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[font=andale mono]name // electraheart
gender // she cat
age // 30 moons
rank // warrior
appearance // Quite the beauty, isn't she? Electraheart is a light ginger tabby and white furred she cat with exquisite baby blue optics. Her iris are rimmed with a slightly darker shade of blue with flecks of a lighter blue surrounding the pupil. Her eyes are also a doorway into her mind. Love, hate, sadness, happiness, can all be seen in her beautiful pools of emotion. Her soft fur has some white markings on them and her tail and hind legs have darker ginger stripes on them, but her chest, muzzle and fore legs are pure white. This she cat is a bit smaller than average in size, but don't let her innocent looks and small body fool you because she is a decent fighter when needed. She has long legs built for running, and a long, slinky tail which helps her with balancing. On her face there are a few darker ginger stripes which only stand out slightly, and she has a pair of ginger, perked triangular ears which are great for hearing.
personality // Electra is a kind hearted soul who will help any cat in need. She is very dedicated and hardworking, so tends to find herself overworking and or helping out a tad bit too much. She is also very wise despite how young she is and is a quick thinker. Patience is also another virtue she holds. Electraheart will be patient with any cat, whether it be a grumpy elder to an annoying kit. She is very strong willed and would never betray the clan or those she loves. This she cat is a bit stubborn too, and isn't afraid to voice out her opinions about something important. She could be described as being a bit fiesty at times, especially when she disagrees with something or someone, which is odd considering the fact that she hates violence and particularly disproves of fights and battles. However she is very respectful of her clanmates and tends to get on well with most cats. Electra is normally very calm and reserved, however her closest friends all know her to be an outgoing cat, and is the kind of cat who can always cheer you up. She's also a good friend to have when you need someone to be there for you, which she fits the roles perfectly as she is very understanding of others.
crush or mates // i prefer not to fill this out before/tbd
kin // deceased
history // pretty simple, was born into the clan.
comments, questions or concerns // nope c:
other // the flow of their galaxies -
I finished my forms!
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You only have to do this top part once if you plan to make multiple cats on one post. But please repeat this for each post if you do it separately.
username // ~Ash Cat Forever~
display name // ~Ash Cat Forever~
nickname // Ash
activity (1-10) // Usually about 7-10.
rp sample // Twilightgaze peeked around the pile of moss. "Ivykit? Dustkit?" She called tentatively. Listening for a rustle, a giggle, a movement that would give her kits away, Twilightgaze started to creep towards the next moss heap. "Shush, mum'll hear us!" A frantic whisper caught her ears. Grinning in anticipation, Twilightgaze slammed her paws down on the mosspile, revealing two guilty kits. "Mum!" Ivykit grimaced, then half-whispered to her brother, "I told you to shut up, Dustkit!" Twilightgaze good-naturedly cuffed the twins. "Ivykit, Dustkiti. I was looking for you two. I need some help carrying this moss back to MY bed." Dustkit frowned. "I don't want to." Ivykit pushed her brother onto the dirty moss. "C'mon, you have to, or I'll tell Nightjarstar!" Dustkit chased his sister back to the den, pushing a big load of moss with him. Twilightgaze sighed. She missed her mate, Venommask, but he was dead, and no amount of mourning was going to bring him back. Onky the kits mattered now.[hr]
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name //
Twilightkit~Twilightpaw~ Twilightgaze
gender // Female
age // 19 moons
rank // Queen (then back to warrior after her kits are apprentices)
appearance // Twilightgaze is a pretty, snow-coloured chartreux breed. Her blue-grey eyes are always searching, questioning. She has a grey stripe on her left hind leg, which is passed on to one of her kits.
personality // Twilightgaze is a gentle queen who lives in the present moment and enjoys her surroundings with cheerful, low-key enthusiasm. She is flexible and spontaneous, and like to go with the flow to enjoy what life has to offer. Twilightgaze is quiet and unassuming, and may be hard to get to know. However, to those who know her well, she is warm and friendly, eager to share in life's many experiences.
crush or mates // Her mate, Venommask died while she was pregnant, and she is still internally mourning him, and the fact her kits will never know their father breaks her heart. However, Venommask was quite abusive towards her, so any relationships later will be hard for her, as she thinks most relationships are as hers was. Bad.
kin // Her mate, Venommask (deceased), her kits Ivykit and Whisperkit.
history // Twilightgaze was born into a kittypet family, but her mother took her away from the twoleg house at 2 moons. She lived in another clan until 5 moons, then came to Nightclan. After she became Venommask's mate, he died (drowned). Then she realised she was pregnant.
comments, questions or concerns // Is it ok if she leaves the clan when the kits are apprentices? She's a little unstable, and will live with rogues (not gonna roleplay this, don't worry). She may return for their warrior's ceremony.
other // The flow of their galaxies.[hr]

name // Ivykit
gender // Female
age // 2 moons
rank // Kit
appearance // Ivykit looks a lot like her mother, similar in the features. However, as she is still a kit, her fur is darker than it will be later in life. Her eyes are also a darker colour. The grey fur will lighten in sunlight, and her eyes change to a light-blue.
personality // Ivykit is vivacious entertainer who charms and engages those around her. She is spontaneous, energetic, and fun-loving, and takes pleasure in the things around her: food, clothes, nature, and especially other cats. Ivy is typically warm and talkative and has a contagious enthusiasm for life. She likes to be in the middle of the action and the center of attention, although this can backfire sometimes. She has a playful, open sense of humor, and like to draw out other cats and help them have a good time.
crush or mates // N/A
kin // Her twin brother, Dustkit, mother, Twilightgaze, father (deceased), Venommask
history // Ivykit was born without a father. Her mother was a little unstable, and was ill when the kits were born, leading to a slight uncertainty of the kits. Ivykit and Dustkit don't know when their mother will break, or lash out, they are only 2 moons. Twilightgaze is fragile and the kits know not to break her. Ivykit has a hard time controlling her enthusiasm, knowing it could be hard for their mother to deal with. Even though the kits worry a great deal, they need to accept that Twilightgaze is their mother, not a life-time patient of the medicine cat!
comments, questions or concerns // Ivykit is going to grow up with lots of ambitions and on-the-spot decisions. Her impulsiveness might irritate people. (This form took me like 25 minutes!)
other // Again, flow of their galaxies.[hr]
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name // Dustkit
gender // Male
age // 2 moons
rank // Kit
appearance // Dustkit is strikingly similar to his deceased father, who was a bengal. Some features of his mother's remain, including the colour of his eyes.
personality // Dustkit is an imaginative idealist, guided by his own core values and beliefs. To a potential medicine cat like him, possibilities are paramount; the realism of the moment is only of passing concern. He sees potential for a better future, and pursues truth and meaning with his own individual flair. Dustkit is sensitive, caring, and compassionate, and is deeply concerned with the personal growth of himself and others he cares for. Individualistic and nonjudgmental, Dustkit believes that each cat must find their own path. He enjoys spending time exploring their own ideas and values, and is always gently encouraging others to do the same. Dustkit is creative and often artistic; he enjoys finding new outlets for self-expression.
crush or mates // N/A, he's a kit!
kin // Twin sister, Ivykit, mother, Twilightgaze, father (deceased), Venommask.
history // (basically look at Ivykit's. In addition...) Because Dustkit is very caring, he tries to help his mother. But both the kits need to remember that she is 17 moons older then them, and can look after her self!
comments, questions or concerns // Potential medicine cat here! He wants to be a medicine cat so bad!
other // flow of their galaxies -
I am going to accept your forms cause I don't see anything wrong with them. But heads up for those of you who keep using kittypet histories, there are no twolegs nor homes near Nightclan at least I don't think so.
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[font=andale mono]ah ok, thank you! c: i changed the history then.
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You only have to do this top part once if you plan to make multiple cats on one post. But please repeat this for each post if you do it separately.
username // antique❤️
display name // blankspace.
nickname // blanket
activity (1-10) // 8/10
rp sample //
"Iceflame, I am going to kill you!" a black tom muttered, his white tail flicking left and right irritably. He sat in the middle of an unknown clearing, his claws kneading the damp soil nervously. He was undoubtedly lost. "So what if I dumped some maggots on your moss? I might never see you again!" the tom continued to rant, hesitantly laying down in the partial mud.[hr]
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name // Aquariouspaw
gender // Femme
age // 6 1/2 moons
rank // Apprentice
appearance // an orange and black calico. Her head, neck, and the first quarter of her back are mostly orange with a few black splotches. The rest of her body is white.
personality // ready to get revenge, always up for a fight. Not always friendly, but almost constantly energetic.
crush or mates // none
kin // none
history // unknown
comments, questions or concerns // where is the thread link?
other // the flow of their galaxiesic;;
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Username // Accalia999
Display name // Accalia999
Nick name // Accalia
Activity (1-10) // Usally a 5 on school days and a 7 on weekends
Rp sample // Greykit slept curled up in the warm den but then she was woken by the rustling of the bushes outside, she lifted her head up and looked around she didn't see anything or anyone. So she put her head back down, all of the sudden she felt something's jaws snap on her back she yowled in pain and supprise, then the creature went running of with her and left her in Nightclan territory.
Name // Greykit
Gender // Female
Age // 3 moons
Appearance // Greykit's pelt is a very dark grey and her eyes are a light grey on full moons her fur shines silver
Personality // Greykit is a shy kit that is very playful once you get to know her she's also very strong and loyal she can be scared at some times but she tries to be brave.
Crush or mate // N/A
Kin // unknown
History // When she was a kit she was stolen and brought into Nightclan territory but before she had two sisters Coalkit and blckkit and a brother Smokekit her mother was stormheart and her father was darkclaw -
Btw this is what Greykit looks like.
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; width: 450px; margin-bottom: -20px; borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing: 4px; font-size: 10pt; font-family: georgia; text-transform: none; text-align: center; border-bottom: 1px solid #6e0000;] red .[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=transparent borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000000; font-family: georgia; text-transform: none; text-align: justify; justify; border-left: 3px double #000000;]. just a friendly reminder that this is a semi-advanced clan, so all your forms have to be at least semi-advanced.
also, there is no twoleg houses/towns near nightclan's territory. to travel there, it'll take at least half a day of driving to get there (hunting season).blankspace , i really can't tell because you have a fancy on, but your description (appearance and personality) would have to be a little longer than that.
@accalia, you're missing something in the 'other', and too, your description of graykit's appearance and personality must be more detailed.[/fancypost]
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Is my form ok? As I mentioned in the history for Twilightgaze, she was a kittypet when she was a kit, and came to Nightclan from another clan, not a twoleg place.
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; width: 450px; margin-bottom: -20px; borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing: 4px; font-size: 10pt; font-family: georgia; text-transform: none; text-align: center; border-bottom: 1px solid #6e0000;] red .[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=transparent borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000000; font-family: georgia; text-transform: none; text-align: justify; justify; border-left: 3px double #000000;]. well, if you want to be nitpicking, there aren't any neighboring clans right now. *shrug*
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All right Red, she came from very far away. Am I ok to roleplay now?
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; width: 450px; margin-bottom: -20px; borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing: 4px; font-size: 10pt; font-family: georgia; text-transform: none; text-align: center; border-bottom: 1px solid #6e0000;] red .[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=transparent borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000000; font-family: georgia; text-transform: none; text-align: justify; justify; border-left: 3px double #000000;]. your form has been accepted since yesterday. moonraven accepted you.
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Sorry! I edited it.You only have to do this top part once if you plan to make multiple cats on one post. But please repeat this for each post if you do it separately.
username // antique❤️
display name // blanket.
nickname // blank
activity (1-10) // 8/10
rp sample //
"Iceflame, I am going to kill you!" a black tom muttered, his white tail flicking left and right irritably. He sat in the middle of an unknown clearing, his claws kneading the damp soil nervously. He was undoubtedly lost. "So what if I dumped some maggots on your moss? I might never see you again!" the tom continued to rant, hesitantly laying down in the partial mud.[hr]
name // Aquariouspaw
gender // Femme
age // 6 1/2 moons
rank // Apprentice
appearance // Aquariouspaw has emerald green eyes. The top half of her body is orange with a few small black splotches. Her fur is about an inch long. Her tail is long, with a hint of feathering at the end.
personality // Aquariouspaw is rather energetic but usually a turn-off for cats because of her sarcastic attitude. She mostly prefers to have company, but she doesn't mind a little alone time, whether she's out hunting or just hanging around in camp.
crush or mates // none
kin // none
history // unknown
comments, questions or concerns // where is the thread link?
other // the flow of their galaxiesic;;
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; width: 450px; margin-bottom: -20px; borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing: 4px; font-size: 10pt; font-family: georgia; text-transform: none; text-align: center; border-bottom: 1px solid #6e0000;] red .[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=transparent borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000000; font-family: georgia; text-transform: none; text-align: justify; justify; border-left: 3px double #000000;]. ok blank you're accepted.
the thread links are in the first post
anyone open to be aquariouspaw's mentor?[/fancypost]
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Do you want Twilightgaze to be his/her mentor?