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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; height: 250px][justify][font=georgia]He too was an early riser; he often followed the birds in the morning to listen to them, and spent more time out of camp than in camp. They were fascinating, as everything foreign was to him, and observing them from afar was a good enough pastime for him; he wasn't fussy as all as to what he did. The birds had become used to him now, too; the vegetarian didn't eat birds, and they were more than happy to peck around at his alabaster paws, but other cats weren't really their best friends as other felines were notorious for killing them. Though he rarely saw cats up at this time, so the birds - his friends - were safe in his opinion.


    Until Scarabpaw came.


    The moment the other tom's scent reached Starkkit and the birds, a shrill whistle sounded from somewhere off to the ebony kitten's right, and all the winged beauties took off, flapping away as quickly as they could. Golden eyes narrowing in confusion, the kit turned around, spotting Scarabpaw and gritting his teeth. Ruining everything. "Hello there."[/fancypost]
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    The German Shepherd let out a soft growl of annoyance. "I speak properly," he huffed, sitting down again. "Police dogs... Catch bad guys. Guys that not supposed to be there. Then masters take them away. We do searching and finding and beating up. Have good noses. Can fight. Strong jaws." Nelson stared at Celandine. She didn't know what a police dog was? Where had she been?

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    [justify][font=georgia]Plasmakit tilted her head and stared at Qy curiously, flicking an ear. "Nice to meet you, Qy!" she purred, crouching down and looking up at him. [color=pink]"Are you bored? Coz I'm bored. We could do something! I know lots of things - hunting, fighting, mossball..." she began to rattle off an endless list of games, until she realised that once again she had been speaking nonsense again. Wincing, the red and white tabby gave a sheepish smile. [color=pink][b]"Of course... That's only if you want to play..."

    [justify][font=georgia][color=white][size=8]USERNAME rummy // #rummy
    ACTIVITY 7/7, I'm on here every day.
    MUSE I'd say about... 9/10 at the moment, but it changes depending on the cat and scenario. I think I'll have high muse for this guy, though.
    OTHER my god the plot section took a while.


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    APPEARANCE A soft coat adorns a fairly bulky frame. Creamy fur, like the froth atop a coffee or hot chocolate, makes up the main part of this rather handsome tom, marred by a raccoon-like mask of dark mocha over his eyes. His ears and tail are the same, rich colour, and a white blaze and muzzle contrasts fiercely with this, as do his paws, which are also alabaster - earning him the name of a snowshoe cat, or at least a cat with the snowshoe's pelt patterning. His eyes are round, unusually circular, and are a sapphire blue; they glint softly, curiously.
    Musickit is not a small tom. As a kit, his paws are large, as is his frame, suggesting that when he grows to full size he will be huge - which is entirely true. Even as an adult his paws will be a bit too big for him, and all through life he will trip over things, his muscular body breaking things without his meaning to. His long tail doesn't help with his balance, either; it's a bit too long, and he falls over it at times. His eyes are slightly crossed, as well, and he can't see as well as others, constantly bumping into things and creating a few bruises. His lower jaw is slightly larger than his top, giving him an underbite, too, affecting his eating only slightly so he has to consume food in a strange way, but other than that, he's normal. Just a little weird.


    PERSONA Poor Musickit. He's the shy, clumsy type, wanting to help but ending up annoying others with his... Ness. Despite his large, strange appearance he is really just a big cuddly teddy bear for everyone to hug; all Music wants to do is make others feel better, to make everyone happy. He has a big heart, and is very, very sweet, but a little shy too; he finds it hard to communicate with others, and has to speak slowly to make sure he pronounces everything correctly. And even then a lisp can crop up every so often, and he can't pronounce several other sounds, which frustrates him greatly. It sometimes makes him cry, as he's a big crybaby, susceptible to sobbing at every little thing. The perfect target for bullies. Musickit is nice though, and is extremely loyal; he would give his life for his friends, his family, his clan.


    PLOTS From a young age Musickit could meet some bullies who pick on him for his speech abilities, his underbite, his crossed eyes and his general clumsiness. He could become withdrawn and even more shy, trying to help out but every time he gets something wrong, his bullies could be there to tease him constantly. Eventually he becomes quite depressed, but is still a sweetheart, and one day, he falls in love with a she cat and attempts to become her friend, often injuring himself trying to help her. At one point he confesses his love but she rejects, saying that they can be friends but she doesn't exactly love him back and this breaks his heart. Falling into further depression, Music attempts suicide but fails, and soon falls in love with someone else and becomes their mate. However, Music's first love, having seen him nearly die then find happiness, is quite jealous of his mate, and attempts to seduce poor Music, and she ends up having his kits. Now distraught at what he has done, Music runs back to tell his mate, used to being honest, and she leaves him. Now terribly upset, Music once again attempts suicide and fails yet again, but he suffers an injury to the head which damages his speech even further. He gives up all hope on love for a while, ignoring any little crushes he has on someone for fear they won't like him back, but then is shocked himself when a certain she cat he noticed says that she's in love with him, and they become mates and that's the end of that for a while.

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    [size=10][font=georgia][i]--take a piece of my heart and throw it away[/shadow]


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    [size=7pt][color=black][font=georgia]the cats were most certainly vocal, mewing to each other far more than any other cats he'd ever met. fascinated, but not wanting to scare them, aaron remained just where he was, one hand moving to slip his rucksack off his back.

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    [justify][font=georgia]Plasmakit bounded after Senthian Bloodmist, her ears pricked, her eyes filled with panic. [color=pink]"Please!" she added to the tom's cry, fear making her voice crack as she stared at her friend's broken, limp body.

    [justify][font=georgia][color=white]HOW
    HOW DID I NOT SEE THIS BEAUTIFUL THREAD
    OMG
    IT'S JUST LIKE
    AHH.



    [font=georgia][color=white]I went backwards.

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    [justify][font=georgia]Plasmakit appeared to be the only genuinely happy and naive one there; she didn't see what had dampened the mood. "Claws in? Ok!" she squealed with honest excitement, lashing her tail, her green eyes bright. [color=pink]"Come on!"

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    [shadow=black,left][size=50px]&&aaron[/size]
    [size=10][font=georgia][i]--take a piece of my heart and throw it away[/shadow]


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    [size=7pt][color=black][font=georgia]noticing the kitten watching him, aaron grinned, tapping his fingers on the ground again.


    [god i had to get a stray from out under a lorry once and ended up stuck by my shirt under one of the wheels T_T i was tapping the ground like an idiot XD]

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    [shadow=black,left][size=50px]&&aaron[/size]
    [size=10][font=georgia][i]--take a piece of my heart and throw it away[/shadow]


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    [size=7pt][color=black][font=georgia]ah, a dog! turning to face lucky, reaching out, aaron aimed to try and stoke the young puppy behind the ear and then down her back, smiling. [b]"aww!"

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    [shadow=black,left][size=50px]&&aaron[/size]
    [size=10][font=georgia][i]--take a piece of my heart and throw it away[/shadow]


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    [size=7pt][color=black][font=georgia]aaron chuckled softly, shifting so he was sat down, rubbing lucky's belly and glancing up at lostgaze, who had a rabbit. "they hunt here..?" he questioned softly, before turning back to the dog, smiling.

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    [shadow=black,left][size=50px]&&aaron[/size]
    [size=10][font=georgia][i]--take a piece of my heart and throw it away[/shadow]


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    [size=7pt][color=black][font=georgia]aaron laughed when lucky licked his hand, turning to lostgaze when he made a noise that sounded distinctively dog-like. frowning in confusion, but shaking it off, the unusually red-haired boy glanced around, noticing how many different cats there were.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; height: 250px][justify][font=georgia]Snowy white paws scuffed the sandy ground as the ebony tom padded forward, his golden eyes dull with fatigue as he trudged through the desert. He'd passed a border of corpses a while ago, thought nothing of it; there were plenty of weird places where sticking dead cats out in a row was normal, and he supposed this was just one of those places. Nothing strange about that.


    His tolerance was wearing thin. Every little beetle that scurried by fell victim to his anger, and though it barely seemed much, to kill anything was highly unusual for the pacifistic vegetarian, but now, he had killed more in a few hours than he had in his whole life. Anger and desperation were both building up inside him, he hated it; where was home? ShadowClan?


    Pausing, the tom slumped to the floor in the baking heat, exhaustion coming off him in waves as he closed his eyes and just lay there, trying to cool off.[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=black][align=center][font=times new roman]male - kit - shadowclan - grandson of paragonstar - black with white paws, gold eye[color=#00FDFE]s
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    [justify][font=georgia][color=white]that's right, it's another one of those threads.
    meet lucozade. son of an npc sphynx and diabolus, residing in boneclan, this hairless oddball is related to most of the past and present hps of bloodclan, including the infamous coppermine, and having recently learnt he is the product of r.ape, this guy's going on a rampage. not a killing rampage, a more.. uhm... intimate spree. yes, zade is a new r.apist, only 10 moons old but looking for revenge on any she-cat, believing that they're all stupid, all weak, all bowing down to r.apists, and hey, why doesn't he take advantage of that? he's spiteful now, but not stupid, a player at times, sometimes brutal, but willing to use catnip if needed. he's a hairless, salt and pepper tabby sphynx with pale green/yellow eyes.
    pretty much i need a bucketload of she-cats from any alliance to fall victim to him. hpr or not, just fill in le form below vv and we'll get started :3


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    1. [align=center][font=georgia][b]username // display name:[/b]
    2. [b]cat's name:[/b]
    3. [b]cat's alliance:[/b]
    4. [b]cat's basic appearance:[/b]
    5. [b]relations?:[/b] [i][OPTIONAL][/i]


    [justify][font=georgia][color=white]VICTIMS SO FAR;;
    sharkpaw [ρατсh]
    flya [Fragment]
    novapaw [' ' h a w k y]
    telescope [ℓσ¢к.]

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    Nelson gave an admiring woof as he stared up at Stygian in never ending awe having never seen a wolf before but recognising the fellow ebony canine as a type of dog, as wild and untamed as her breed was. Wagging his tail in a friendly way and beaming, a wolfish grin on his maw, the German Shepherd puppy gave a soft bark. "Blood... Clan? I fight! I loyal!" this seemed like a cool place, until the word 'killed' was mentioned and his ears went back for a few moments. Death was involved in this contract? He seemed a little less keen to become a BloodClanner then, before he realised that sometimes, being a Police Dog involved death, as horrible as the word and state of being ~ or rather, lack of being ~ was. Surely he could handle a bit of pain, a bit of blood, a bit of... death? "I... join. I do it." Nelson yapped his confirmation, eagerness glinting in his warm chocolate eyes again as his tail restarted its wagging. He gave a nod and bounced a bit on his paws, before sitting down again loyally and giving an eager woof. "I fight someone? Who? Which one?" he stared at everyone curiously. He hoped he didn't have to fight Walkingkit. The caracat was nice.