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*Snickers*

I WILL NOW GO LOOK THROUGH YOUR PERSONAL FILES, MEOW!

*Runs away*

*Turns on rocket boots* NO!
*blasts after kitty*

*Waves files in the air*

BU, BYE, MEOW!

*Runs away laughing like a maniac*

*takes out catnip* Let's make a trade... my files, for this catnip.

Man.... Um.... Meow...

Urgh, here, meow.

*Hands files*

Now, GIVE MEOW. THE MEOW. CATNIP MEOW.

*gives catnip*
Thank you.

YEAH, MEOW!

*Rolls in catnip*

*watches*

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*Trows catnip at*

ENJOY THE CATNIP, MEOW!!

*coughs* This stuff is not good for humans!

Username|Brooke
Name|Brookear
Age|5 years
Gender|Female
Appearance|She is a rather skinny Riverclan cat with a torn left ear. She is, in cat breeder terms, a tortiseshell point. Or in more common terms, she is a Tortie Siamese. She also has a small white locket of fur that she always licks when she’s thinking hard. She is about average sized for her age, except for her rather small paws compared to the rest of her. She has silky short fur that she grooms every day. She also has aqua-blue eyes that look like the ocean. She has white whiskers that she moves around a lot when she’s thinking.
Rank| Herb manager
Who do you sing Like?|I can do a good Alexz Johnson impression
Heart-song| Over-rated by Alexz Johnson
Crush| Creekear
Kits| Sorrowpaw, Rowanpaw (these were when she was a songwriter)
History| Brookear has had a troubled past. As a new star, she was bullied, and it was then she acquired a sharp tongue and a hatred for anything but her songs, and her ability to memorize the herbs. When she was a junior songwriter, she was known to do nothing but sing sad songs, and just stare out at the ocean. Her mother and father left, her siblings disappeared, and she was the only one left behind. She met Creekear- another young, sorrowful cat. They watched the bay often times, sitting shoulder to shoulder, leaning on one another.
She had kits in secret, and each of them she left to be killed. She hadn't wanted kits- the two that survived, she claimed to not know them and showed no emotion to them.
One was stillborn at birth- left alone to be eaten by a fox, she did nothing to protect him, and in fact thought this meant the spirits were not pleased. She left poolkit, as she had named her, to die by drowning in a pool. She did, in fact survive, although lost her voice forever and was called Sorrow. The third was left in a willow, and died when she fell from it. The fourth was taken by an owl- he survived as well, and was called Rowan.
She now sorts the herbs, keeping to herself as she did in her apprentice days.
Skill| Wow!
RP Sample (4 sentences or more please)|Brookear padded out into the clearing. Looking around, She saw Creekear lounging by the freshkill pile, alone. Steering herself over to him, she meowed a friendly hello and dug in. He smiled, and shifted over so she could have some room. She dug into a mouse, and devoured it. She then turned and lay on her back, imagining she had no duties, just relaxing…
“Hey, how about we go hunting?” He asked. She groaned. She’d lost herself in happiness for the first time since forever, and he asked if she wanted to go hunting? She was about to unleash her arsenal of stinging comments on him when she bit her tongue. Sighing she said, “Sure, let’s go.” She knew she would come to regret it, but for right now, she’d hope it would be come better.

Username|Brooke
Name| Sorrow
Age| 6 moons
Gender| Female
Appearance|Sorrow is a mostly black tortoiseshell. The red tabby she does have looks like leaves that fell onto her fur and stuck there. Her eyes are a dark violet color, which is actually a really really deep shade of blue. She has a white tail tip she licks often to make sure no dirt is on it to make it look an odd color. She has a torn left ear that she doesn’t touch at all, and short, stubby whiskers. She has long fur that constantly gets matted, so she generally keeps away from too much water or dirt. She is small for her age, but that doesn’t stop her from doing anything she wants.
Rank| Maybe she could be like Briarpaw in warriors.
Who do you sing like?| Sings only in her mind.
Heart-song| How I Feel by Alexz Johnson
Crush/Mate| None
Kits|See Crush/Mate
History| Abandoned. Mistake. That's about how she feels. She wasn't supposed to be born- she was not meant to be. Her mom dumped her in a pool of water to DROWN, but she survived. Her mother then treated her like some reject: She was only kind to her when others were around, so it would not look suspicious. Sorrow would often sulk away in the forest like Brookear did, and could not be found for days at a time. When she did come back from her retreats, she was starved and skinny. She was eventually forced to the nursery, and kept there. She was absolutely miserable, unable to sing, and unable to tell what she really wanted. When it came time to be a junior, she was unsure what she could be...
Skill| Mute
RP Sample (4 sentences or more please)| Sorrow walked through the forest, sighing. She felt miserable, and nothing could help her. She couldn't talk, thanks to her mom. She had no hope of being anything here. She was not even a good hunter. She didn't want to be a new star or oldie, though: she wanted to be a junior, able to hunt for the clan or heal...
She cast those thoughts out of her mind. She couldn't sing, so she would be unable to be a songwriter, and why would she want to be anywhere near her mother? Her monster of a mother. She'd have to be an oldie, probably. She hated the idea. Why, oh why, could she not have been someone else's kit, someone who would have loved her?

Username| Brooke
Name| Creekear
Age| 4 1/2 years
Gender| Male
Appearance| Creeke is a light blue Bengal-colored cat. He has white paws that he generally gets dirty so they are never a pure white. His eyes are a shade of silver that is very intense. He is a rather slim cat for a male loner, and largely resembles a Riverclan cat. He has soft and silky fur that he grooms often and looks very neat. He has large-looking ears that are really about normal sized, and long, thick whiskers. He has a tuft of fur on his head that always sticks up because he’s not willing to lick his rather filthy paws to smooth it down. His tail is rather short and stocky and he often hides this by tucking it into a bit of grass.
Rank| Sr. Songwriter
Who do you sing Like?| 3 doors down
Heart-song| Fade to black by Alexz Johnson
Crush| Brookear
Kits| Sorrow, Rowan
History| Creeke has a sad past. Left by his mother and father on the island of the gifted, he was taken in by them along with his sister, who soon after died from a heart attack, although they thought it to be kittne cough for the fact she had a fever and was wheezing just before she died. He then sulked in the nursery, and often wished he could run away to a place of happiness. When he became an apprentice, he was bullied for the fact he was a timid cat. He eventually 'ran away' for a couple of days, finding Brookear and falling in love with her. When she had his kits in the jungle, and two of them wandered back, he said he would care for them as though he were their father: They refused to believe he was their father, and saddened, he devoted himself to becoming a songwriter, since after singing amazing but heart-twisting songs.
Skill| Bad-a**
RP Sample (4 sentences or more please)| Creekear watched the sun rise over the waters. As much as he loved how it looked, he knew it was not the time for such sentiments. He needed to hunt for the clan, and that was that. Turning away, he saw a white bird of paradise with a long, feathery tail. Stalking behind it, he leaped on it and squawking, it fell to the ground with him on top of it. Swiftly killing it with a small bite to the neck, he turned with his prize and dug it right under his prey-tree, the place he always put the prey. He then climbed up and watched the sun rise, this time knowing he could sit here for a while and just watch the sun climb in the air.

Username|Brooke
Name| Rowan
Age| 6 moons
Gender| Male
Appearance| Rowan is a dark rowan tabby, from which he gets his name. He has a dark red nose and dark red ears that he usually has perked to show he’s alert. He has a white tail tip that you’d only really notice if it was in the sunlight. He has green emerald eyes that look like they were made from real emeralds. He has thin white whiskers that stick out straight, and are always brushing against something or other. He has a small scar on his leg he got from a scrap with an owl. He’s a rather muscular tom cat with short, well-groomed fur.
Rank| Jr. Songwriter
Who do you sing Like?| Green day
Heart-song| Another thin line by Alexz Johnson
Crush| None
Kits| None
History| Abandoned. Mistake. Unwanted. Those are what he often feels. Rowan got dumped by Brookear in the middle of a clearing, and got taken away by an owl. He got dropped in the streams running through the camp, and saved only through that way. His mom made sure to make him feel like a reject in the place that he was supposed to belong in. When his sister started going on her outings, he always found her and convinced her to come back. He hated his life, not as much as she did perhaps, for he could still talk, and sing, and become a songwriter, but he hated the fact he felt like an outcast in his own home. When he became a Jr. Songwriter, he figured he had finally found the peace he had been searching for.
Skill|WoW!
RP Sample (4 sentences or more please)| Rowan walked through the forest, searching for Sorrow. Where was she? She could not have gone far. He saw a black and red flash out of the corner of his eye and flipped around. Sorrow was running from him. "Sorrow! Wait!" He called, running after her, he had to get her back to camp. She had to stay there. It was dangerous.

Shadowburst 3.7 wrote:

*coughs* This stuff is not good for humans!

Sure it is, meow!

Ooh, more people, meow!

*Walks up and sits on lap*

What's wrong, meow?

*Blinks then purrs*

What are you doing, meow?

So what rank should Sorrow be MEOW? I'd say songwriter but she can't sing, she's mute MEOW.

Ok. I'm accepted, right MEOW?