OOC: Someone reply D:
Suddenly a strong gust of wind blew into the den, making Jupiterpaw shiver and knocking the spider off her glistening web. The lithe tom sighed, watching as the dusty creature scuttled away to hide.
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OOC: I'm alive
Jupiterpaw looked on as the young she-cats chattered. They're probably gossiping about my past he sighed. "H-hi, you two," he mumbled. The small tom looked at his two clan mates. He realised something he hadn't noticed before. She was really pretty.
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Character Name: Pitchkit
Gender: Male
Clan/Group{if any}: ThunderClan
Rank{if any}: Kit
Appearance: Pitchkit has a pelt as black as night. His eyes are a deep amber and his face is broad. His fur is thin and his shape is strong.
Personality: Pitchkit has a powerful hate of the clan cats due to his history. He is sarcastic, smart, and to all other cats extremely irritating. He's the kind of cat that doesn't want to make friends.
History: Pitchkit was born a loner, until his mother died on clan territory due to unknown causes. When Pitchkit was found alone and terrified on ThunderClan territory, he was taken in. But since then he has not trusted the clan cats at all, for he had scented blood on the fur of his 'rescuers'.
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"I- er, I'm fine," Jupiterpaw said awkwardly. He tried, but he couldn't look the young she-cat in the eye. "I was just... thinking." He focused himself on smoothing out his ruffled fur.
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Pitchkit sat in the corner of the nursery, lonely. But he was happy to be lonely. His black pelt blended in with the shadows, and he was thankful for that, because it stopped people approaching him. He glared at the kits playing and laughing around him. He didn't belong here, surrounded by fools, idiots, traitors.
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Good luck with those exams Ray :3
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Pitchkit glared at is den'mates'. They were all stupid, brainless idiots, huddling together and playing with each other. He would never befriend anything but his mother. His kind, loving, understanding mother.
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Jupiterpaw was uneased by the mention of his past. "Yeah, I guess," he grumbled, flicking his tail. He couldn't resist sending a glance at Foxpaw, but she was showing no interest in him. At least, he didn't think. "Thanks for... trying."
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Scootaloo is the best pony.
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The young tom sighed, his head low. "No, not really," he said honestly. He was so haunted by his past, the idea of talking about it to any cat terrified him. "It's not your fault," he assured her "I'm like this with any cat." He was trying to make a friend. How do you make friends?
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She'll alright...
But Scootaloo <3
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Jupiterpaw coughed awkwardly. Is it really that obvious? he worried. "Foxpaw is th-the same as any cat," he stammered.
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Character Name: Cometfall
Gender: Male
Clan/Group{if any}: ShadowClan
Rank{if any}: Warrior
Appearance: Cometfall has a fiery, fluffy red-ginger coat. His eyes are a deep green, and his ears large.
Personality: Cometfall is a confident, young and adventurous tom. He brave, and stands for what he believes in.
History: Cometfall doesn't really have much of an eventful past. The only fact to be mentioned is that at 2 moons old he was split from his sister. Her identity is unknown to him.
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Jupiterpaw glanced at the scar on his clanmate's pelt. "That must have been scary," he commented. The tom wondered what it must have been like, being a kit captured and taken from their mother. And then the memories came back. His mother going insane and murdering his denmates, fleeing from the clan. Flashes and flashes of expectant eyes, filled with disgust. My blood is not part of my emotion, he told himself. But all he could do was let out a whimper.
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[font=georgia]Cometfall lay on his back, his arms splayed out comfortably. It was quiet in the warrior's den, and he wished some cat would talk to him. He was bored, and that wasn't the way he rolled. I need some friends he suddenly realised. The strong tom was struck hard with the realisation that he didn't even have a cat to call a friend.
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[font=georgia]"Are you alright, Foxpaw?" Jupiterpaw asked quietly. He had noticed the pretty (although he wouldn't admit it to himself) young cat hadn't been speaking much. Was it something I said? he wondered. He echoed his his thoughts. "Did I say something to upset you?"
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Pitchkit narrowed his amber eyes. "What're you doing?" he hissed at the strange she cat. Weirdos he thought. He didn't really want to start a conversation, but he might as well find a cat to try and make sense of.
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Jupiterpaw was frozen. What do I say? he worried. She doesn't like me! "Well..." he began. The tom was still trying to make eye contact, but it was impossible. "No," he whispered, so quietly only he could hear it.
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Jupiterpaw is a lithe, clever young tom. But he has a very troubled history. If you want to be his mentor, I'd like you to be quite scornful of him.
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Jupiterpaw was anxious as he waited for his mentor. They would probably scorn him, make his training difficult. But he wouldn't know until he met the cat. He just hoped his expectations were wrong.