Slagpaw trafted through the grass, completely oblivious to the mewls that almost noiselessly liften in the air around him. His paws, large and broad made him ungraceful and floppy, like a newborn deer, scrambling to walk after birth. The apprentice continued to troff through the field, contently.
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Character Name:
Stagpaw ↬ StagskinGender:
MaleClan/Group{if any}:
Windclan ↬ RougeRank{if any}:
Apprentice ↬ RougeAppearance:
While jet black in fur color, his eyes are a captivating pale green, with flecks of hazy brown. He has long, lean legs, and a longer-than-usual body, and a big, thick head.Personality:
Stag is very secretive and usually keeps to himself. When hunting parties go, he usually rushes ahead to avoid the movement of crowds, and was not known for playing as a kit.History:
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pm me to roleplay with one of my charries c:key:
♀ female || ♂ male
✯ hp || ✰ hpr
♡ has a mate
branched of charries are the other generations[font=times new roman]bellakit//donna ♀✰
hoodrat ♂✯
cinna ♀ -
Stag stopped, the long mewl ringing in the base of his eardrums. It halfheartedly resembled a mourning bird, high and tired. His nostrils flared as he tried to pick up scent, but fell frustrated, as all mud surrounded, drowning out the aromas. "Blast it..." He muttered softly, as he began to rise his eyes over the tall grass searching for the noise that has distracted the apprentice. Mounds of greys, browns and tans shuttered his vision, blurry and mashed together. Zoning in on the trembling figure, he cautiously advanced on it, haunches low and prepared.
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ooc means out of character and ic means in character.
Grenadefalt scanned the nursery, realizing the absentee almost immediently. "FOGGYKITTT! Where are you?!" He boomed, the controlling tom's OCD reaching a slow boiling point. The kit was gone, and yet to achieve getting a mentor. If no one did, it would look like Grenade fell to the plate.
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hahah, how would you like to start?
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He laughed at the furball, pathetic and oh so small. "Hey there little one." The large tom soothed, although he wasn't that old himself. The tom peered at the creature analyzing, and reanalyzing every detail in the kits fur, tail and paws, assessing the animal over-intently. "Who are ya? I'm Stag." He bellowed, a goofy smile plastered on his face.
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The large tom soon caught sight of the feline, soft subtle growls evaporating into the air. This cat looked sheepish, an easy target for the large, masculine male. Who do you think you are?" He spat, sitting up aware of the feline fully.
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He nodded as the rush of words came out in a jumble. Wheatley. Wheatley. Wheatley. His name racked Stag's brain, trying to put a name to a face. After a few minutes of intent thinking, he again turned to the kitten. He sensed the creature was young, by the size, and groggy look to his newly-opened eyes. "Okay, nod your head up for yes, sideways for no. Okay?" He paused momentarily but started to speak again, goofy and childlike, clearly an apprentice. "You ain't from around here huh?"
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The grumpy tom just laughed menacingly. "Not an answer." He spat again, his voice like poison as he crept into a pouncing pose.
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Name:
Charse KellitGender:
femaleAge:
18Main Form:
girlForms:
A pretty all black wolf with turquoise blue eyes, and a crescent moon shape over the left eye.Family:
Doesn't know themLooks:
[ refer to pictures]
All white, with light snow-blue hair, long to her ribcage. With big blue eyes, and light brown freckles.Personality:
Shy, quite and usually keeps to self. She is very secretive but can be anxious at times.Other: Shape Shifter
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{{ would you like to rp?
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wip
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{"she said honey was always sweet, but i swear i got stung by the bees."}[/size][fancypost bgcolor=9b9fa6; bordercolor=#9b9fa6; borderwidth=0px; background:url(http://i50.tinypic.com/33dw9it.png); border-radius: 30px; width: 420px;]
[color=#2f3b4a]PLAYER OF THE KITTEN;
[align=left]username: mikkeh
display name: mikkehplots:
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[align=left]name: Poulearde { poh-lee-ard }
gender: male
genetics:
appearance:
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etc:
[/fancypost]{"& she told me you were mean but look at how much ive unseen"}
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Character Name:
HugoGender: male
Clan/Group{if any}:
noneRank{if any}:
noneAppearance:
Large half-lynx cat with an unusual long tail, not bobbed like a full-lynx. A mousey grey in color, and black paws and nose.Personality:
Grouchy, mean and utterly territorial. This cat is fierce and "large & in charge."History:
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The trespasser watched her, careful of no sudden movements nor sounds. He slyly crept along the darkened treeline, shadows as his friends. The blonde tom, muscular and noble kept low, avoiding the shecats direct vision, hoping to go unseen. He was on a mission.
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He felt the cat near, and searched with his pale grey eyes. She saw the sheecat, smelling of pine needles and water, rolling like a kit. He grinned, suddenly reanimated. He wanted kits. Either steal or make. But in this case, it almost seemed almost too easy not to steal. Not to, was almost unheard of in his vocabulary.
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--- About you
Username: mikkeh
Display Name: mikkeh
Active Level(1-10): 9
Writing Skill(Semi-Advanced, or Advanced): advanced.--- About your cat
Name: Constantpaw // Constantreplay { Will go by Constant }
Gender: femme
Appearance: A colorpoint shecat, with hazy pale green/grey eyes. She has long, slender limbs, and a long body. Her face is sharply angles with almond-shaped eyes and a small rosy nose.
Personality(Optional): Although shy, she is very assertive and nosy. She likes attention and praise, and often gets caught up and gets distracted.
Rank Wanted: medicine cat
Other: Color is the diffraction/refraction affect of light going through a prism.
Rp Sample: Constant's eyes scattered as herbs seemed to make a constant monstrous pile around her. Lillypads left, lavender right, honey top shelf. It was a constant organizing, and reorganizing game, a competition with herself. Never daunting to rearrange, but just put neatly into simple smaller piles around the den. She sighed, and sat down, quickly bringing a paw to her nose. Licking it, she yawned and got back up. It was nearly dawn and sleep had not yet approached her. Only worry, concentration and obsessive compulsion kept her weary body standing. -
[He sighed, understanding her reaction. He had been identified. "Blast it..." He had muttered before tearing off, to the right trying to keep a scent on her, and a scent on the kits he seeked. This was a meer roadblock on a long highway.
