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Feathertail starred at the water, it was rising quickly. She let her paw touch it , it was cold. Colder than regular water. "I can't..." She whispered to herself. Her claws held on the tree tightly as the water rose up to her chest. Tears fled her eyes as she held her breath and got swept away with the rushing water.

All she could hear was the ringing in her ears. Feathertail was being engulfed in the darkness, her body sinking faster and faster to the bottom.

About Me

Username: scene queen
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Walking out of the hidden shade, the light hit my eyes. I squinted and saw a wonderful palace, I instantly knew I had to live there.
After hours and hours of trying to get into the palace, I was accepted as an outcast. Again. They let me become the runt of the group, the one everyone had no respect for. Agreeing to my pitiful deal, I was lead to my den by a large Tom. I stared into his eyes and walked with him to my den.
I sighed as I entered my new home. I had agreed to be an Omega...

Name:

Feather

Age:

Fifteen moons.

Gender

Female.

Rank:

Omega.

Appearance (five to seven sentences at least):

Feather; a beautiful grey tabby. Black stripes run along her back, tail, and face. Giving her a tiger pelt. Icy blue eyes complement her soft pelt wonderfully. A bluejay feather is hooked onto the fur under her ear, it symbolizes the freedom from being a slave.

Personality (five to seven sentences at least):

Feather is a shy, scared she-cat. She was beaten everyday before she found her new home. Being a slave before, anything she does worried her. Scared if everything that comes near her, she doesn't talk to anybody unless asked to do something. Being a small she-cat, Feather can easily outrun someone if need-be.

History (five to seven sentences at least):

Feather was forced into slavery, her own mother giving her up. After her mother killed everyone in the family, she sent Feather off to a slave camp when she was only 3 moons old. Growing up as a slave, she was treated with the harshest treatment. Her owners would lick her away from the world, not able to see the light for days. Now she is skittish, not able to trust anyone.

We will rule once more!

Feathertail coughed out gallons of water nonstop. Coughing and spitting up water was all she did for twenty minutes. After the fact, she lay on her side breathing heavily. Starring at the ground, ashamed.

Feathertail whimpered and looked away. He should have stayed with me... I-I could have died... She thought to herself. Tears leaked out of her eyes, her body felt numb.

Isis||Kat||Taylor

16

Female

(Will find out, it's dramatic (;

Isis; a very quiet, shy girl. Barley any friends and what you call "scene". At some points Isis can be very bubbly and fun.

•dorm•

Quick come-backs.

Thunderstorms, food.

Being an outcast.

Kitten or Icee

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~Isis | Kit | Taylor~

Which side are you on?
"Demons and stuff...."[/color

Age
"Well last year I was 15... So I guess I'm 16."

Personality
"I don't really get out much..

Gender
"Female.....!"

Crush
"As if!!"

Dating?
"Not right now."

Rank
"I dunno."

Other
"Nope"

Isis sat on a large, flat rock. The dark sky loomed over her as if it was going to rain. Taking out her IPod and turning it to her favorite song, she laid on her back and listened to music.

Jason was staring intently at his gaming system. His thumbs moved rapidly as he was trying to win the game. With his free hand, he grabbed a handful of Nachos and ate them quickly. A loud beeping sound went off, indicating he lost. He gasped and threw down the remote vitriol and began to yell at the screen.

She nosed mutely and followed his moves.

Feathertail nosed and wrapped her tails shyly around his.

She squeezed his tail with hers and walked with him.

Isis.

"I-I don't want to go back... I want to stay with you..." She whimpered softly.

Isis quietly lays in her small, black and purple bed. Listening to her IPod.

Isis sat quietly in her makeshift nest. The sun rose quicker than she thought it would. Wishing that someone would actually pay attention to her, Isis quietly shuffled to the fresh kill pile. Shyly picking up a small mouse, she bolted away.

(Sorry it's short, I'm on my phone)

Sorry, yeah.

Isis shyly walked among her class mates. She looked like she just saw the devil; her eyes were large, skin pale, and body shaking. Isis very slowly walked into her class, pushing her way to the back. Quickly taking a seat in the back seat.

Isis looked up and saw two people sit near her. Great... Just what I need... She thought to herself. A girl from her own dorm sat next to her and spoke. "I'm Isis.." She responded with a shy smile.

Feathertail shook her head and took a step back "I don't want to go back..." She whimpered close to tears. Every cat had teased her dice she was a kit, she couldn't go back now.

Feather noticed White leaving camp. She squeaked and ran after him "White!!" She squealed and pounced on him like a kit. He was Feathers only friend... The only one who would talk to her.