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[color=#2EFE64]Your nickname - Annie or Criminal:)
Name - Emille et Invictus. (Emille)
Gender - She-cat.
Age - Twelve moons and counting.
Rank - Apprentice.
Belt - A yellow belt with a white tip.
Appearance - Emille is a very elegant she-cat, with a willowy, slender build. Her thin frame is toned very lightly with lean muscles and elongated by her lengthy, slim legs and tail. Her long legs end in dainty, delicate looking paws that carry her in a confident stride. Emille's mother perfected her gait to a graceful glide, almost as if her petite paws never touch the ground. Her slender tail is almost always in motion, she uses it to gesture and during speech[like humans who talk with their hands]. She has slightly large, pointed ears, wide, round eyes, and very slim shoulders. Her design is for speed, grace, flexibility, and agility. Despite her delicate frame, Emille has a surprisingly amount of strength and endurance.
Emille's thick, yet short pelt is softer than down and always very well kept. The base color of the pampered pelt is a soft, light blue-gray color. The lower parts of her pelt are accented with lighter shades varying from a silvery-blue to a creamy gray-white. Her tail, ears, and spine are shadowed with a slightly darker blue-gray. Emille's nose and paw pads are a brought, kit-like pink.
The young cat's eyes are very large, rounded more like an owl but still holding the natural almond shape of a cat. They are very expressive, often portraying her emotions more clearly than she intends. They are a light, sea foam green flecked with silvery-gray and accented with faint blue tints.
Personality - Emille's personality almost matches her personality, almost. She is calm and collect, always polite and respectful. But, despite her composure, she is not a force to be reckoned with. Emille is a deadly attacker, her focus giving her fantastic aim and her intelligence making her a brilliant strategist. Emille is very smart, despite her age, and has amazing focus when its called for. She is usually quite serious and a hard worker. Her most prominent flaw is her natural loner-type personality. She has trouble working in a team, but she can take orders well enough.
Rank going for - Ninja.
Other - Emille's parents are both deceased, her father died shortly before she was born and her mother few moons into her apprenticeship.

Hm...you're right. I shall fix this.

I know right?:P

Emille tried to be as quiet as possible as she slipped into the meeting, the young gray cat had been sent to get prey much earlier that morning and had just returned. She wondered what they were talking about, but held her tongue, knowing the tom would explain soon. The slender apprentice had always appreciated that trait in him, never leaving things unanswered. Though she wouldn't respect him any less if he didn't, she just found it to be a good quality. Her light, sea-foam colored eyes scanned the nearby cats, she'd never really spoken to any of them. She pondered getting to know them as she waited for Consilium's next words. Emille wasn't exactly a...social cat, per say. She focused hard on training and had never really been friends with any cat, not that she had much time for friends anyway. Then again...maybe some friends would be nice, it would be less lonely. she silently argued to her logic of lack of time. She often debated decisions in her head, it helped her find better, more logical solutions,

OOC: I tried to read back so I'm unsure if this is accurate. The Assassin and [four I think] ninja's were named and now their debating travelling to find a [new I think] home. Before that I'm not really sure.

OOC: Mine is too:/ ugh.

Emille quickly figured out they were discussing their new hpme. She glanced towards Tauna, considering the Medic's opinion even though she wasn't the one to decide. Herbs were always good, especially in case of a battle or worse, a war. Personally, she wanted some place with an open view of the sky. She loved star gazing, finding constellations and hoping to see a shooting star...the gray apprentice shook her head slightly. She needed to focus on the meeting, not get caught up in day dreams of the late night sky...even if it did let her bask in memories of her deceased mother...Emille shook her head once more, agitation flickering her her blueish-green eyes, Focus. she silently commanded herself.

O.O.C.
Username: Annie.
Nickname: Annie or Criminal.
Activity: Almost every day:) Busy this weekend and next though so I won't be on this Saturday and Sunday and the next Friday and Saturday.
Roleplay Sample: From the Etiquette.
Emille tried to be as quiet as possible as she slipped into the meeting, the young gray cat had been sent to get prey much earlier that morning and had just returned. She wondered what they were talking about, but held her tongue, knowing the tom would explain soon. The slender apprentice had always appreciated that trait in him, never leaving things unanswered. Though she wouldn't respect him any less if he didn't, she just found it to be a good quality. Her light, sea-foam colored eyes scanned the nearby cats, she'd never really spoken to any of them. She pondered getting to know them as she waited for Consilium's next words. Emille wasn't exactly a...social cat, per say. She focused hard on training and had never really been friends with any cat, not that she had much time for friends anyway. Then again...maybe some friends would be nice, it would be less lonely. she silently argued to her logic of lack of time. She often debated decisions in her head, it helped her find better, more logical solutions.

I.C.
Name: Stormkit.
Age: Six-moons-old.
Gender: Tom, easily mistaken for a she-cat.
Current Rank: Kit.
Rank Wanted: Apprentice.
Appearance: Stormkit is a fluffy yet sleek tom who never has a hair out of place. He has a lanky build, and is slender considering he's a tom. He has slender, long limbs that make him extremely graceful, his long legs giving him speed and his long tail giving him balance. Stormkit is actually very feminine in his structure, but that's his own fault to a degree. He is very picky about what and how much he eats which makes him smaller and leaner than most toms.
Stormkit's medium-length fur is always groomed to a beautiful shine and kept on place. His coat's base color is a blue-gray, much like a Russian Blue cat, and is accented with a lighter silvery blue along the lower half of his body. He has lighter, creamy blue-gray accents around his eyes, like eye shadow, and the black of his skin shows just enough to give them the appearance of having eye liner. His eyes themselves are a pale, sea-foam green tinted lightly with blue. When he's upset they darken to more of a dull, pale green.
Stormkit has a dark gray-black nose, oddly enough, and pink paw pads on his delicate little paws. His claws and teeth are always kept a bright, pearly white as he often cleans them. The young tom is easily mistaken for a she-cat.
One-line description: a sleek, blue-gray with seafoam green eyes.
Ribbon: Will be a rainbow ribbon on his left paw. <3
Stain: Undecided, he hasn't given it much thought yet.
Personality: Stormkit is a very honest tom, he is open to talk about most anything and will be perfectly blunt to any cat. He loves to sing and knows he's good at it, which is what gives him the confidence in his attitude. Though the young tom is very confident and friendly, he can be bit of a loner because of his feminine tendencies and personality. He frets over his looks and what other cats think of him, often trying to find a puddle to check his appearance in and taking criticism very harshly. He takes criticism harshly, yes, but he doesn't crumble from it, the young cat uses it to better himself. He is a great team player but can be a bit of a show off.
History: Stormkit was the only kit born to a rogue queen and an unknown tom. Soon after, the queen abandoned him near SageClan camp and was never seen in the territory again. So he was taken in and raised as a clan cat, he never had a doubt that the Clan was where he was meant to be.
Family: No known kin.
Other: Stormkit is that one cat who will randomly burst into song at any given moment, but mostly when he feels something very strongly. He loves to sing and has a very high range, a range that can compete with a female soprano and win. Though Stormkit won't admit it just yet, he likes toms...not she-cats.


Planning on making another cat, but I'd like to get the feel of the clan with Stormie first. Is it okay that he's gay? I mean, that's his main characteristic to me so...and its drama:)

Stormkit padded out of the Nursery in a confident stride, his gray fur as well groomed as ever and his green eyes glanced around the clearing. He'd slept well, felt great, and was determined to have a good day. So he scanned the clearing for a cat to talk to. His eyes aoon found Crowkit as the white tom sulked. He felt bad for the tom, he was always so..depressed. Stormkit could remember when the tom was happy and playful, even a bit of a charmer. He missed that Crowkit, so he mentally made a goal to bring him back. Even if it was an unrealistic goal, nothing could stop Stormkit once he made up his mind.
"Hey, Crowkit." he said in a friendly voice, smiling at him confidently even though his green eyes betrayed the shyness he tried to hide, "Whatcha doing?" he ventured to ask as he sat down beside the tom, curling her long tail around his dainty paws. The tom actually could be mistaken for a she-cat quite easily with his slender figure, semi-high voice, delicate paws, wide eyes, and perfectly groomed fur.

OOC: A girl can't take a nap without missing a ton o.o

Stormkit beamed as the tom didn't push him away, but as the clan meeting began and his name was called he felt a pang of frustration. "We can get a mouse after the ceremony!" he promised before nudging the white kit forward. He made sure to stand by Crowkit as he waited for Toadstar to continue. The young gray tom's tail flicked back and forth with anticipation and he held his head high with pride and confidence, though he stole glances at Crpwkot. Excitement gleamed in Stormkit's bluey-green eyes for more than one reason, he was about to receive his apprentice name and his ribbon, not to mention he was succeeding in making his first and probably only friend...
And he's kind of cute... the thought ran through his head unexpectedly and he pushed it away, feeling the tips of his eara beginning to burn. Can't you focus on your own ceremony? he scolded himself silently. He forced himself to look at his leader and not the violet eyed tom beside him. Oh, his violet eyes. They were gorgeous, Stormkit was actually quite jealous of them. Pay attention! he shook his head slightly, clearing his mind so he could focus.

Stormpaw secretly wondered if Toadstar had purposefully avoided giving him a tom for a mentor, but then he shook away the thought smiled ecstatically. "We're apprentices, Crowpaw!" he purred nudging the tom, "Isn't that great?"

OOC: Sorry, trying to type during class. I have no time for muse:(

"Yes, let's go!" Stormpaw purred, excited. The young gray tom trotted after the others with a skip in his already feminine step.

Stormpaw trotted into the hollow happily, his gray fur shining in the sunlight. He looked around the training area with a smile on his face, he glanced over his shoulder at his mentor. "So what are we doing first?" The young tom was excited, but he was a bit sad that Crowpaw wasn't there...he made a mental promise to talk to the tom later and get share some prey with him.
The little apprentice stood with his paws together and almost on his toes, his long tail swept the air just a breath from the ground, and his sea green eyes wide with anticipation and sparkling with curiosity. He was ready for anything, except maybe getting dirty.

The tom crouched down, careful not to touch the ground and keeping his tail still, he glided across the ground silently. This was easy for him, he already worked hard on walking silently and lightly. His gait had been perfected to a glide-like walk moons ago and he hated getting dirty so staying off the ground wasnt an issue at all.

"But...what if my tail gets all dusty?" he said, crinkling his nose slightly. The tom hated dirt, it was disgusting in every way, shape, and form. His gray fur was always groomed to perfection and held the shimmer of the sun's light, his teeth and claws were constantly cleaned so they shone pearly white, and he even brushed his white whiskers so they were neat. Appearance meant a lot to the young tom, that's also why his walk was perfected to a graceful glide and he forced himself to look confident all the time. Its not about your looks, its about the hold you hold yourself was his constant phrase. To put it frankly, the tom wouldn't get even slightly mussed without putting up a long, vicious fight and then still have to be forced into it.

OOC: Sorry, school and such. Recap?

He frowned slightly but tried it, keeping his tail pretty low but being very careful not to let it touch the ground. He was actually somewhat proud of himself, though that wouldn't last long if he realized how dusty his paws were getting. He slid forward, as smooth as a snake and quieter than any mouse. (Quiet as a mouse, pun intended.) He finally stood up straight and looked to his mentor, his green eyes seeming to ask for him the question of how that attempt went.

OOC: Don't worry, he's not freaky good at every thing. I want him to fail at fighting and maybe face plant trying to catch something. He's just too OCD about form to not be good at stalking positions.

OOC: Simon's player is at a funeral, I talk to her in another roleplay so... and sorry guys, low muse. I'm really worn out.

Emille was ready to go, she kneaded the ground with anticipation.

Emille blinked, wanting to offer but hesitating. She was fast, light on her paws and had long legs that carried her very quickly with ease. Is it my place to volunteer? she wondered, not wanting to upset them.

Once she heard the Assassin asking for Consilium's advice she decided it was best to keep her mouth shut. The she-cat could be obnoxious, but she knew how to stay in her place. Her green eyes glanced at the other cats curiously, mentally assessing their physically without even realizing it. But when she heard her name she froze, she hasn't expected that.

Emille bounded after the gray cat, easily closing the distance between them. "Are we staying together or splitting up?" she asked in a very polite voice, she respected the higher ranked she-cat deeply. Emille couldn't ever remember have ping a reason not to, she was responsible, honorable, and agreeable from what she could tell.