Name- Glistenclaw
Age- Fifteen Moons (One year and three months)
Gender- Female
Rank- Warrior
Mate/Crush- None, doesn't believe in love
Appearance- A slate gray she-cat with a raccoon tail and black hind paws. She has one yellow and one green eyes.
Personality- She is selfish and rude. Glistenclaw doesn't understand the term personal space and invades others' privacy. Short temper.
History (optional)- Came from the mountains and found OblivionClan.
Other (optional)- She's bipolar.
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(Recap please)
Glistenclaw lay in the grass outside of camp. She couldn't stand the buzz of meowing and gossip, so the territory always seemed to calm her.
The blue she-cat surveyed her surroundings expectantly, as if prey would just jump in her paws. She scowled at her internal remark. -
The miniature kit frolicked into the Gathering's clearing. Completely unaware of what was going on, she surveyed all the cats in the area, obviously perplexed at the large crowd.
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The kit bounced to a less populated spot. The other cats towered over her, and that chilled her to the bone. She shivered, watching as they came and passed, as if they would disappear in thin air.
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OOC: Okay, thanks. xD
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Why are there so many cats? Was a obvious thought from her. The kit seemed to pay more attention to the tallest, bulkiest cats of the Gathering. She never remembered cats like that from her previous home.
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OOC: Is anyone going to continue to roleplay?
IC: The Maine Coon eventually heaved herself off the grassy earth and stretched, shutting her eyes tight. Momentarily she stood, dizzy-headed and blinded by the abrupt sunlight, until walking in the direction of camp.
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Eventually, the kit heaved herself up, now concocting a path to leave the Gathering. The mixture of several Clans' and cats' scents was overwhelming, like old crow-food on a thunderpath. She halted and sweeps her paw over her nose continuously.
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Display Name: ReynatheDragpn (Rarely changes)
Name: Shadowpaw
Personality: She's a very arcane, quiet type. Seems to adore shadows.
Appearance: A charcoal gray she-cat dappled with black dots. She has striking emerald green eyes.
Gender: Female
Rank: Apprentice
History: Clan-born. She doesn't have many friends due to her fondness of hiding in shadows and cramped places.
Mate/Crush/Kits?: None
Other: She has rope tied around her two front paws. She won't take it off, but it causes ropeburns.
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Emerging into camp, Glistenclaw looked around. There was never anything to do, so she simply lay down in the camp like she had outside.
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Great, now the patrol is back, she thinks, grumpily settling her head upon her paws, eyes trained on Rainpaw curiously.
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Name: Shadow
Gender: Female
Rank: Killer, wants to become a teacher
Appearance: A stormy gray she-cat dappled with black spots, and three white stripes under emerald green eyes.
Personality: Very arcane and secretive. Rarely talks and hides in the shadows often. Seems to dislike sunlight.
Mate/Crush/Weaklings: None
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IC: There's no trainees. Also, if I get accepted, recap please.
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OOC: When a trainee does come along, I'll change.
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OOC: Fine, she'll just be a killer. Forget the teacher part. -.- My internet went out again, so.
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A truck bumps along the rocky road. The box inside the trunk drums against the rusted metal like rain pattering against the ground.
The truck screeches to a halt, releasing its horrible monster stench. A twoleg leaps out and lifts up the lid of the trunk, recovering a battered box. Holes were punched into it, although too small to peek in and out. The cotinuous sounds of mewling erupt from the box immediately.
"Stop it, nasty fleabags," the twoleg mutters. It kicks the box into the sodden earth, escaping into its truck and abandoning the box of unknown animals.
It rattles, the mewls strengthening, becoming louder by the minute. Unfortuntely, the top of the box is taped shut, meaning no exit without assistance.
Roleplay and open the box to obtain two kits. You get to name them. :) You must be in a Clan or group of rogues to adopt. When you open the box, genders, age, and design will be uncovered.First come first serve.
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The now named Frosting, a snowshoe she-kit tumbles out of the box alongside a maine coon tom, now known as Rewind. They appear about a moon old, but their lightly scarred bodies say older.
The she-kit then pipes up, her voice strained from mewling. "Thank you fow finding us, miss."OOC: She pronounces rs like a w. Also, my internet is bad, so I apologize if I take long to reply. xD
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IC: The kits gazed at the blurry scenery, in awe because they probably never even left the twoleg den they used to be cramped up in.
OOC: Your choice. I don't really care.
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OOC: Am I accepted, or no?