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  • Hello! Here you can adopt cats from The Demented! The positions are a bit different from other groups so I suggest looking at the ranks before selecting a cat! This is a first come first serve so please pay attention to the people that post before you!



    Ranks





    Guards


    Static - ♂




    Pure Ones


    Brittany - ♀


    Additional Info




    Kits


    Honey - ♀


    Additional Info



    Ollie - ♂


    Additional Info




    Toys


    Riddle - ♀


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    Please fill out this form!


    Username:
    Cat Wanted:
    Activity Level:
    Rp Sample with the cat:



    Signup thread: http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=488966.0;topicseen
    Rp thread: http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=490480.0

    The post was edited 1 time, last by ♫ мαρѕ ♬ ().

  • Username: `zorua
    (I change it a lot, though.)
    Cat Wanted: Static
    Activity Level: Fairly High. 1 worst, 10 best; 8
    Rp Sample with the cat: Static looked at Cola, his eyes narrowing. "Get back..." he warned in a low growl. Cola giggled, prancing back into the Insane den. Static sighed, and laughed. "The Insane are really... insane." He sat down, guarding the door in case any others tried to escape. There would be none of that while he lived as a guard. Static shivered as he thought of the toys, the slaves. He straightened. Those were only the not needed- Static did great at his job, and was determined to keep it.
    Other: I also RP Cola.

  • Username: ~Moonwhisper~
    Cat Wanted: Brittany
    Activity Level: 7/10
    Rp Sample with the cat: Brittany's cold blue eyes opened but a slit and she stood up to yet another day of a pure one in the Dememted. The whit she-cat tiredly proceeded on to groom the multiple scraps of moss out of her fur and then glance around. Who knew what the day would hold? Pain?Torture? Every day was a new one that was for a certian fact. She took a deep breath and stepped out of the dark shadows.