I'm not the softie you think I am.{Plot with a ScarClan royal! HP relations.open

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    Paintedpaw


    [font=georgia]It's funny how one would think; ''Paintedpaw, sound like the name of a really sweet tom, heart in the right place, enough love and care for everyone...'' But that would be incorrect.
    Yes, this tom isn't a cruel or mean guy, but he isn't as sweet cotton candy either. This kid is gonna be the one you'll be able to plot with, if you're lucky.


    PLOT:


    What I'm about write down here might be just what you're looking for, or not. Either way, give it a try and maybe it will be the plot the starts up the muse machine.


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    So, my Paintedpaw will meet up with a she-cat{ apprentice from either scarclan or somewhere close; unless your cat is wandering far from its clan} And they'll become buddies. I know what you're thinking; illegitimate love plot, how boring. But what's really going to happen is this she-cat, who really loves him, somehow gets the impression that he is a nice guy; basically someone who COULD {not will be} used as a living doormat. But she likes that kindhearted cat feeling she gets from him, so she admits her love openly, without regrets or fears, and you know what? You know what, right? He rejects her. A bit heartbroken; she goes into denial and starts to think he's too scared to admit his love for her. So desperate as she can be, she goes on and tries to have kits with another tom, to make him think of her as something that he's losing, but it doesn't work at all. So the she cat basically gives up, and throws her old personality behind her; this one not caring for any regulations and not following the uniform way of doing things. Now you know that Paintedpaw is a rebel also, but this STILL doesn't attract him to her. But you know what does attract him? Her shy best friend. She-cat #2 everyone! She musters up some courage and confronts Paintedpaw, trying to stand up for her friend, but instead, they end up falling in love that same night. Kittens are born, soon after. But, the other she cat isn't happy, so she gets super angry at her friend{ this is before the kits come} and tries to attack her. She ends up kidnapping her and taking her away, saying that if Paintedpaw doesn't have kits with her, she'll kill her. Reluctantly but eventually, he agrees and this leads to two pregnant she-cats. Paintedpaw then reveals to the first one that he never loved her because she misunderstood him, unlike the other one; where sparks flew between them instantly. The first she cat is ashamed and runs off, giving birth to his kittens and surprisingly, teaching them to love and respect their absent father. While her friend and Paintedpaw establish a relationship that works well, though matters involving the other she cat are quite touchy.



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    1. Form:
    4. Name:{username}
    5. which cat do you want?: Add name for the she-cat you have, age, and personality.
    6. activity:{1-10}
    7. Roleplaying sample: {playing a character of your own and one from the plot}

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    Name:heartkiller
    which cat do you want?: the she cat that falls in love with paintedpaw duskpaw
    activity:?
    Roleplaying sample: "dad?" tigerkit said dizzy and saw things swirly. "me want food" streamkit meowed. "The mushrooms..." Mumbled Zen. "THE MUSHROOMS ARE THE FLOOD!" he shreiked, still in his coma. (the coma dude part is not mine) "... i dont want mushrooms..." streamkit said. "can i get some food" asked streamkit. "i want food" he cried. "SHUT UP!" Mousecloud yelled twiching and leaving came to leave Gingerpaw,Greypaw, and Fireheart wondering what ruffeled her fur and Gingerpaw gave him a mouse,"please be quite." She asked smiling. (not mine eather/

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    Name:Squirreltail122{username}
    which cat do you want?:The she-cat number 2.Lillypaw,13 moons,Shy,Kind,Loyal
    activity:{1-10}9
    Roleplaying sample:Lillypaw glanced around her brilliant blue eyes shining and as she saw her friend,she seemed so misarble she looked at Paintedpaw and growled How dare he! she thought and quickly sheathed her claws as she saw they unsheathed,looking at the ground,she twitched a ear{playing a character of your own and one form the plot}

    Name:{username} ~Moonwhisper~


    which cat do you want?: She-cat Number Two


    Add name for the she-cat you have, age, and personality: Whimsicalpaw -- Whimsicalbutton


    Whimsicalpaw is a pretty normal ScarClan she-cat. She gets angry when she's supposed to and is content when she thinks it's necessary. Never does she spread around bad emotions unless something really, really ticks her off. Now, don't go thinking "UM... Boring." About her, just yet. Yes, just like Kelly Clarkson's song, she has a darkside to her. This side involves anger, regrets, lies and just about every bad thing that she's ever done. Not that she's a murderer or anything. Heavens, no! She's just a little bit... eccentric.


    Despite how crazy looking her name must portray her as, Whimsical is a pretty normal looking cat. She has thick black and white fur and wide amber eyes. Okay, so she has quite a few battle scars considering that she likes picking fights with many, many cats, but nobody's perfect, right?! She has rather long legs for an apprentice and her tail isn't the shortest thing either, but her whiskers are just stubs against her muzzle. They're barely noticable, but they're there without a doubt.


    activity: 6/10


    {1-10}Roleplaying sample:
    With Whimsicalpaw: Whimsicalpaw's amber eyes were narrowed into thin slits as she gazed across the forest at the small mouse that just so happened to be nibbling upon a grass seed. It didn't even see her coming. The thick pelted black and white she-cat lunged like a bullet across the forest floor and snap went the neck of the mouse. Triumph lit up in her face like the sun in the morning, but she knew that it was a small feat compared to many catches that she had managed in her past. Anyways, it was about time for her to get back to come. The sun was sinking in the sky, painting the forest with a creamy orange glow, showing that it was almost sundown.


    Without Whimsicalpaw:

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    Evelyn Trisinda was a pretty basic District Twelve teenage girl. Being the daughter of the butcher in the town hadn't roughened her up even a little and she was always seeming to be jumping at something. Whether it was a tap on the shoulder or a shout across the room, she was easily freaked out. By everything.
    "Hey Ev! You ready?" Came the gruff voice of her father from the only other room in the house; the kitchen. Evelyn was standing in the livingroom where both her father and her slept and pretty much lived. In the mirror in which she was standing in front of was the reflection of a skinny, pale skinned sixteen year old. Despite the paleness of her face, she was heavily freckled and had some of the darkest brown eyes in District Twelve. Well, according to her father, of course.
    "Yeah, I'm coming!" She called in response, taking one last look at the white button up dress that she was wearing and the diamond necklace that had been on her mother's neck when she had been shot and killed by peacekeepers. A sick thing it was to carry around such a thing, but it was the only thing that she had left of her mother.
    Evelyn walked calmly out of the door to be greeted by her father who had obviously gotten too impatient with her and was about to walk out of the door. "Coming, jeez!" She said, cocking her eyebrow and sprinting over to join him.
    She was pretty well off living with her old man, so her name was only in the glass ball as many times as it needed to be. The odds were in her favor, it seemed, or at least she thought. She would soon find out how wrong she was.
    When she got to the square in which the Capitol had set up a stage, she instantly found the group of kids her age and the tribute escort for District Twelve, Effie Trinket, began to speak.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=9px]Name: maggot
    which cat do you want?: #1
    well, i was thinking of my non-born kitty, punthali. she's in bloodclan right now, but with the plot that she's in i was thinking that she could be the first she-cat. you see, her brother is a killer, and her and her siblings have to follow under his wing, but she's supposed to be leaving sooner or later to live in partial fear. then, she could find paintedpaw, fall in love, you know. Take the other she-cat, ask for kits, but then we would have to go back and change a little bit because she's supposed to be drugged and brought back to bloodclan without her will, and will be killed after having painted's kits, her brother's mate's kits, and then she will go mentally crazy and be killed off. anyways, she's the cousin of roseblood, and is related to all those good people. we would have to do it in liquid time, too, though.


    activity:10/10
    Roleplaying sample: you know how i roleplay & all of my posts are basically the same xD[/size][/justify]

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