Posts by SummerSkys

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    Name››
    WeepingAngels (Nickname-Weeping)
    Rank››
    Sacrificer
    Back-up Rank››
    Madam
    Age››
    17 moons
    Gender››
    Female

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    Looks››
    WeepingAngels is a muscular lean she-cat with thin legs and a tail to match. She has violet almond shaped eyes and a petite pink nose accompanied with long whiskers. Weeping's fur is a light snow white coat with a small back spots dotting her left flank.
    History››
    WeepingAngels was a rouge all her life, left alone she became quiet and light on her paws to escape the abusive larger males. She saw a chance for a new life when she was passing by the islands on the beach looking for some sort of food. Weeping joined in the hope, she wouldn't have to be alone anymore.
    Persona››
    WeepingAngels has very quiet demeanor developed over the years, she rarely talks. She's very quick on her feet, and usually keeps to the shadows or corners of dens. Being alone and abused all her life made an impression on her behavior. She's not to quick to trust others but she is wise and kind, only wanting to never see others suffer the way she did.
    Strengths and weaknesses››
    Strengths>
    Experience in the field.
    Able to climb and escape threw trees quickly.
    Excellent stealth skill and undercover abilities.


    Weakness>
    Not being able to speak up.
    To forgiving some times.
    Not a very good hunter and tracker.


    Roleplay Sample››
    (I don't have one on hand, so here is a new one-)
    Callum paced the ground checking the doorway to the abandoned store continually. Shem and William had left to find a new fresh water source almost three days ago. He looked behind him checking that they back door was shut tight in case the other rouge group decided to attack again. Willow padded up to him, worry etched in her usually soft features. "You need not worry so much, they will be back and hopefully with a new camp location." Callum dug his nails in a patch of soft dirt,"I should have went with them. They're only children Willow!" Willow sighed,"When you-" the front door opened a bloodied William dragged himself into the store. "The r-rouges killed S-shem they attacked u-us while we we-" he callopsed gasping shallow breaths.

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    Username››
    SummerSkys
    Forum name››
    Not changed yet, so SummerSkys
    Nickname››
    Cali
    Activeness››
    7-8/10
    Other››
    Just got back from a long hiatus, reality stuff and such :)
    Take a trip to the island with me.

    ooc|
    Is their a specific patrol I'll be joining?


    ic|
    WeepingAngels stared at the ground watching ants and their little armies march from bushes and back. She kicked some dirt over them and could imagine tiny screams, and deaths. (lol)

    ooc|
    Okay, thanks.


    ic|
    WeepingAngels looked up to where the volcano sat, still spewing ash and smoke. She disliked going outside because of it, and any strenuous activities were made harder. Swiping her tail around her paws she watched the ocean letting the quiet waves lull her into her own zone of imagination.


    I would like to be a cat in HeelyClan.
    Username:
    SummerSkys
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    Name:
    AnteMortem
    Gender:
    Male
    Age:
    18 moons
    Rank:
    Warrior
    Appearance:
    AnteMortem has rich chocolate brown fur and white gloved paws and tipped tail. His eyes are a bluish-grayish color with flecks of green, along with multiple scars some on his shoulders, one or two on his face.
    Personality:
    AnteMortem is a socially awkward and random cat, and has basic etiquette training/skills. Also has sarcastic and ironic tendencies. He some times trails off to himself in a british accent during a conversation, and enjoys rolling on the ground.
    Family?:
    He had a step-brother named Phil but he died in a fire while he was eating.
    Other?:
    Joby huh? Nice.

    WeepingAngels looked up to InkSplatter eyes sparkling with curiosity, she hadn't really been paying attention to the struggle in camp. She got a bit closer before plopping down suddenly and curling her tail at her side.

    WeepingAngels watched the scene unfold from where she sat wide eyed. She debated wether or not to speak up or stay quiet, choosing the last option she dug her claws into the ground. Waiting for what may be a bloody mess to occur, she flicked her tail anxiously.

    ooc-
    :) I couldn't think of anything because I'm lazy It worked.


    ic|


    AnteMortem looked at the sun for no reason before closing his eyes and enjoying the weird shapes that formed. He opened his eyes abruptly and looked around like he forgot where he was a second. Realizing he then returned his attention to the scene below.

    WeepingAngels sat slightly shocked shaking her head, she padded back to the shore. She had never seen an announcement turn into a fight, usually less talking was involved beforehand. She inched forward sitting in the shallows, she enjoyed the ocean more than anything else really.

    AnteMortem smiled at the news, looking around he decided to distract himself with a walk. Disappearing silently from the group he decided to walk along some of the various bushes randomly sniffing honeysuckle that appeared. Sucking in a breath he heard a mouse scuttle nearby, licking his lips he decided he could do a little hunting while he was out.

    name;;
    SomniaDulcis
    age;;
    16 moons
    rank;;
    warrior
    personality;;
    Somnia {for short} is a quiet she-cat she rarely talks and when she does its an almost gentle murmur like a short lullaby. She usually goes outside and walks among the fields alone even though it may be dangerous she prefers the quiet. Somnia takes her tasks from higher ranks than hers seriously, and likes to stay out of trouble. She likes to settle disputes quickly and give advice from time to time if ever asked.
    looks;;
    SomniaDulcis has a white thin coat and black gloved paws, muzzle, and tail tip. She has thin body and strong legs, and thin wispy tail making her more built for running than fighting. Somnia has perfect almond shaped eyes with iris' the color of a clear ocean.
    other;;
    Somnia has healing experience, although she does like to sneak around from time to time. {Like a spy sort of *shrug*}

    ooc|
    Try not to breath on me just in case it's contagious {jk}


    ic|


    AnteMortem hurriedly dropped off his prey somewhere where the thing is before heading out again. A patch of extremely green grass caught his eye, he stopped fidgeting. Giving into his urge he rolled around on the grass making weird noises. {I have no idea}