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Reinpaw x Elspeth & Auden. [The Sect, PLOT Kittens]
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my sisters definition for bump. lol see its an acrosstic poem.
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I just realized that as soon as I posted. *facepalm* XD
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lol lets stay on topic. -bump!
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Right. FINISHED! I think...?
No, wait, I need the RP sample.
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VigilanteGender;;
She-catPersonality;;
QuoteVigilante; vig·i·lan·te [vij-uh-lan-tee] (noun)
1. any person who takes the law into his or her own hands, as by avenging a crime.Born a happy, bubbly, playful kit, Vigilante, is oblivious to the pain and suffering in the world. She is content to chase bugs, nap in the sun and socialize. This is... until she find out about Reinpaw. Someone spills the beans and Vigilante suddenly knows all about her father, Reinpaw. She knows what he is about; his past of wrecking havoc on she-cats through out the forest. Knowing this, she begins to doubt herself and her roots. Could she be this evil, too? Certainly if it is in her blood, she is capable of such horrors.
Unwilling to accept that evil breeds evil, she spends her life devoted to helping those who can't help themselves to try to make up for her father's mistakes. She is painfully good and takes the laws of her clan painfully serious. She becomes a vigilante, like her name, out taking the law into her own paws.
Vigilante is strong for a young she-cat. She worked hard, constantly building up her strength and tolerance for pain. She's stern, stoic, and untrusting. She keeps people close to them to keep an eye on them, not to be kind. Others might mistake her outward quietness and calm attitude as her being a happy, peaceful cat, but she is always watching, observing and waiting to help where she is needed.
Plots Ideas;;
I'll drag the muse out kicking and screaming and get back to you XD She could try to confront her father. They could brawl. She could try to gather a group of the cats he wronged to hunt him down. Lots of possibility. Her vigilantism could get her kicked out of her home clan, too.Sample;;
Here is a sample from another app of mine. :) Hope that's okay...QuoteDisplay MoreSleep was an elusive creature this evening. It felt like months had passed by while Sharven lay awake, his amber eyes wide and unblinking. Time was a cruel mistress when the desire was rest. His body ached with exhaustion and the tossing and turning the evening had brought to him.
His pelt showed all the signs of his insomnia this evening; his white fur was a dusky color, certainly picked up from his travels through Skull during the day, and the rest of his grey striped pelt held an air of dishevelment. Sharven couldn’t care less at the moment; his appearance wasn’t what was keeping the Deputy awake.
Wisps of the battle with the Tribe of Rushing Water still lingered in his mind. It wasn’t anything about the battle; fighting was a part of life when it came to defending your fellow cats. What was keeping him from the arms of a peaceful sleep was that damned cat, Robin.
Sharven couldn’t quite wrap his head around the situation. His life had been saved by her; without her he would have died. Sharven knew his life could easily have been snuffed out and perhaps the Tribe would have been better off for it. Who was to say what would have changed the path of the past? The many ways the situation could have ended repeatedly flashed through the cinema of his mind.
Robin. Robin saved his life and worse yet, he now owed her that very same life. His debt to her was one of the greatest debts any cat could owe another and he owed it to her.
Sharven heaved his lean body up from his laying position and began to pace in slow steps, his mind still over-active and racing. Scenario after scenario began to flash in his sleep-deprived imagination. He could search out Robin. He could kill her off so no one would ever know what happened between them. He briefly entertained the idea of keeping her close to him, forcing her to stay by his side so that he could watch her. He could provide a decent life for Robin… The mate of a Skull deputy was certainly an honor she would be grateful for.
Sharven shook his head, begging all the thoughts and possibilities to vanish so he could get some rest. None of it would do. He had no answers for himself, and yet he knew that his unwillingness to deal with the situation at hand was the prime suspect in the case of his missing sleep.
For a brief moment, he thought about confiding in Scythe the situation. A gruff laugh erupted from his throat. No, that would be ridiculous. What could Scythe do to help him deal with this unspoken obligation he owed the cat, Robin? This would be a burden he would carry on his own, at least until he figured out how to handle it.
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Bump-edit!
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~editing
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Bump!
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Bump. Has a date for them to be chosen been set yet?
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Don't choose until I'm done. ^^
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Bump!
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Picture #: 2
Kit Name: GarlettGender: Tom
Personality: Garlett will grow to be a very distinguished tom. He takes pride in his physical appearance, first impressions are everything. He will also be quite a deep thinker. He will want to question the world and everything about it. He will strive for perfection in everything he does, which wil naturally lead to alot of dissapointment. He has high standards for himself, making him very hard on himself. Generally he will suffer from low self esteem which will put him in periods of funk and slight depression.RP Sample:
Noise from the mixture of gathered cats swept across the area, carried on by the soft breeze that was present. It wasn't all that noticable, at least one wouldn't have expected it to be noticable but oh it was. At least it was to her. Then again, she had long since realize she had a slightly better sense of hearing.Her ears twitched and her eyes did an uneasy scanning of her border. The large Windclan she-cat was paranoid enough on her own, now all the voices...She let her nose take in the nearby scents but there was nothing different. She sat there, whiskers twitching uncontrollably, contemplating taing a step over the border and trying to figure out what exactly was going on. It was coming from the direction of the fourtrees which was quite peculiar as it wasn't a gathering.
Surely there was no harm in taking a trip to the trees, besides it would ease the pain of the unbearable quiet she had previously been in. Plus, wouldn't it be a good idea to figure out what was going on. To make sure it wasn't...
She quickly gave a shake of her head, not letting her mind finish the thought less she turn on run in ciomplete fear. Instead she forced herself forward. One paw in front of the other. Slowly she found herself getting closer and closer to the trees.
The scene she stumbled upon had not been anything she had expected. There were cats gathered around a puddle. This puddle was different though, it was bubbling and emitting heat. The largely built female stopped where she was and simply starred, unsure what to think of what was going on.
Not, the best RP sample ever but It'll do ^^
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BuMp.