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Appearance:

Name:
Magicfur

Rank:
Warrior

Age:
18 moons

Personality:
Magicfur is shy and anxious at times. She can be really crazy, too. Although, she has to know you really well to show you her crazy, fun side. Magicfur constantly has changing personalities, but mostly she's shy, and anxious around new cats. She hates making new friends, but loves to be friends with old ones. When it comes to her Clan, she's loyal, and proud. She takes so much pride in her Clan, she can sometimes be blown away with it. (Meaning, she'll fight anyone on her territory without anyone's guiding etc)

Ack, I needed to make a new sign-up, Agt. xD

Agghhh, bump.

!theofficialtsk. WELL ARE YOU GOING TO ACCEPT IT? Can you accept? xDD

yay<3 xD

These threads are dying. I'm not going to let them, so to spice things up, I'm trying for another "crazy charrie" idea. No, not the cliche murderer. I'm making this charrie just.. Weird. Hearing voices, seeing things, outbursts, ect ect. I thought that you guys might want to roleplay, or be a little musier, with something like that to roleplay with, you know? So, tell me what you think? c:
Here's her little form.

Name;; Appleslice.
Age;; 24 moons{2 years.}
Rank;; Warrior
Personality;; Twitchy, anxious, off the edge of delusional. Appleslice lacks any sliver of sanity, mostly. She whines and complains at what she calls the "hissing-voice," one of the ones she hears rambling on to her in her distorted brains. She tends to seclude herself from any social interactions, for fear of being disapproved of, or another cat somehow hearing her voices as well. Her mind doesn't let her rest at hearing things, sadly. She sees cats or figures that are not actually there. She'd freak out, pointing and squealing about how there's a cat there, alas, no one else can see it. It was really her own fault she was driven mad, though she doesn't really understand why.
History;; Appleslice was more or less neglected as a young kit, creating imaginary friends to keep herself company. She would talk to them and play with them, as if they actually existed. She could act like they would comfort her, or laugh with her. She truly enjoyed it, though those imaginary friends seemed to be a little bit too much for her own sanity to handle. That friendliness of her made up cats vanished, and they began to torment her mind, eventually driving her to the point she is at now. Her "best friend"{imaginary}, soon became the worst, probably cruelest voice she heard in her head a while after, the one she continues to name "hissing-voice."
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Thankies guys<3
And, really? It's a good name, isn't ittt?]