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    It was very worrying, carrying his wounded brother from Thunderclan to Bloodclan, but the jet-black bloodclan apprentice was pretty sure his wounds healed on their own. Leaping joyfully at the thought of Mentalpaw's joy when he found out he was finally home, Yang rushed in front of him. "Wake up, bro!"

    Truthfully, he thought he'd be happier. "What do you mean? The desert's nice, and this is where we grew up! You don't need to be imprisoned or treated like dirt anymore- you're a Bloodclanner now. Bloodclanners stick together." Unaware that he'd stripped Mentalpaw of his life, his relationships, the older cat smiled, only caring that he had protected his younger brother. That's all he cared about, anyway- who cares how much Poisonpaw loves Mentalpaw if Mentalpaw dies, when he could be living the high life, being the boss of every Thunderclanner?

    It didn't seem very safe, not in the least, but Paintkit loved taking chances- even though Mentalpaw told him many, many times not to listen to Bloodclanners. What did that crazy apprentice know, anyways? The maned wolf pup panted in joy at the thought of a game, aurburn fur shaking as his chest rose and fell to the beat of his breathing. His dark muzzle opened in a bark, "What game are we playing?" His British accent laced each word he spoke, and he lifted up a black-tinted paw.

    "If I were born into Shadowclan, I would be the greatest Shadowclan warrior ever. It wouldn't change me at all- I'd still be an amazing fighter, and an amazing hunter, and I'd be able to talk to my brother Illusionarypaw!" The maned wolf said, smiling, thinking of his half-fox half-wolf brother, though he was white as snow. The Russian fox-wolf was always nice, and like to teach Paintkit Russian words- even though, their clans being enemies, he didn't get to see him often.

    [color=limegreen]What? Amour had been nothing but nice to them! "Or maybe you're the bad cat and Miss Amour is the good cat?! Get out of here, before I rip your pelt to shreds!" The maned wolf pup crouched low, growling at the blue tom. "You have no proof that they're the horrible cats you describe them as. They've done nothing wrong to us, and I wouldn't dream of doing anything wrong to to them as long as nobody's hurt!" His mother and father? Paintkit knew no mother, nor father. In fact, Amour acted the most like a mother to him as anyone ever had. "If Witchingstar did something something terrible, then I'd get her to prove she didn't do it or get what she deserves! I don't think she would do anything terrible, though- would she?" The naive pup wiped a black tinted paw across his also black muzzle, whimpering quietly. He was pretty convinced Miss Amour wasn't mean or nasty or anything- he may prove to be the easiest to manipulate.

    The maned wolf pup barked happily. "I like that Mentalpaw and Mommy live here. I don't like how we're allies with cats that smell like rotten fish! I also don't like how the squirrels always wake me up when I try to nap, and the leaves are always cracking in the fall, so I can't catch anything for Mommy." Paintkit had accidentally said three things he didn't like, but no matter. It was still fun!

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    Username;; ς๏ภŦยรเ๏ภ


    Screenname;; dolly .


    Activity;; My activity has fallen down to a 6-8 since school started, though on weekends and school breaks, I usually have activity around 8-10


    Muse;; My muse depends on my mood, inspiration, and if I'm under pressure. I try to be very museful, but sometimes I am rushed and have to do a one-liner.


    Why I deserve Dollface;; Well, I'm a semi-advanced to advanced player, and i recently cleaned out most of my cats, so when I'm not in school, I'll have lots of time for her. I'm also very good at thinking up plots, major, minor, maybe even something that affects the entire world of WCRPG.


    Why I don't deserve Dollface;; As I said, I semi-advanced, and advanced players may be signing up for their amazingly clever-named kit. I also have another character that is involved in a major plot (Thunderclan take-over), and so I may have to give up an hour of roleplaying Dollface for roleplaying my Thunderclanner. My last problem (that I'm trying my best to fix) is that I can't usually stick to a personality of a cat unless it is a personality I've seen in real life and talked to the person with the personality.
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    Name;; Doll~Dollpaw~Dollface


    Nickname;; Dolly, Doll, Kitten


    Gender;; Female


    Clan;; Riverclan


    Personality;; Dollface is a polite little princess, sweet and kind. She's very dramatic, though, and expects to be referred to as a lady, who doesn't fancy getting dirty or not being the center attention. She takes pride in her beauty, being a persian, even if she is a teacup persian, or a munchkin persian. Dollface likes to refer to being a teacup cat as being special and unique, and is your certified damsel in distress in any case, be it a battle, a capture, or merely stepping in mud. Dollface also likes being treated as a lady, and I plan on her trying to teach the kits how to be proper ladies and gentlemen.


    Sexuality;; She is Heterosexual, but starts to doubt herself during apprenticeship and decides she is Bisexual, though prefers toms.


    Appearance;; Dollface likes to be called beautiful, for she is, with long, sleek fur, slightly wavy, and soft as a giant ball of cotton. Her left eye is a deep teal, while her right eye is turquoise, making her have a bit of a strange appearance, but she has led herself to believe it is merely another thing that makes her special. Dollface's fur cascades over her paws, though not nearly as much as a Scottish Terrier's fur, and she sharpens her claws and teeth every day with pebbles from the river. Her fur is orange, dotted with brown and tiger-striped on the forehead.


    Accessories;; Dollface wears a diamond necklace, which she cleans daily and polishes hourly, and a tiara on special occasions. Promotions, parties, and ceremonies are examples of special events she would wear her tiara to. Her tiara is silver, with diamonds encrusted into the front and sides.


    Siblings;; Anyone chosen into this litter


    Parents;; Switchoff x Lalonde


    Plots;; Well, for one thing, she will be having a thread for training- not battle training, nor hunting training, but merely a tea party, where she teaches kits and apprentices to be ladies, drink tea stolen from only the most sophisticated Twolegs, and eat cranberry scones. The toms will be taught how to be gentlemen, letting ladies eat first and all that.


    Powers;; I'm going to give her multiple possessions and have her have an angora cat body, which she'll absolutely love, and most likely invisibility and a few other powers.


    Roleplay Sample;;
    Auburn flecks danced across the smooth floor of the den, sunrise approaching, as the Teacup Persian's dainty paws lifted her small body up into the air, wind billowing through her soft fur and making her feel as if she could fly, soar up into the clouds, past the river, past Thunderclan's problems with the river- but to fly, she would need to be a bird. Disgusting creatures, birds were- their feathers were swarming with mites, and who knows what else. Fish were a lot more sanitary, if you asked the petite feline, who was currently licking through her fur to make sure she didn't get bed head. Dollface finished with a final, swift lick to the tail, and she leaped out, paws carrying her even she knew not. They leaped, bringing her into a beautiful, sunrise setting, the ball of fire reflecting on the crystal clear, rushing water, making it look like liquid gold. She landed inside of it, paws hitting the cold stones at the bottom, underwater, and her maw opened up in a laugh of glee, splashing in the river, the water up to her chin, though she was standing on all fours. The downside of being a Teacup cat, but the Persian didn't mind- she simply dunked her head into the beautiful river, a small wave coming to sweep her along, and her paws churned delicately in the water, bringing her back up to the top. Lifting herself back onto the dry land, Dollface shook her pelt out, sniffing to search for something to do. A bit of hunting, or maybe training the little children how to be sophisticated and stuff. It seemed like a good enough, idea, and the Teacup Persian started to pad off, fluffy fur blowing in the wind.







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    Alone at last, we can sit and fight
    And I've lost all faith in this blurring light
    But stay right here we can change our plight
    We're storming through this despite what's right


    [ooc.]
    The thread was really inactive, but it isn't dead yet. Also, he's now a warrior named Slytherin.


    [ic.]


    The arctic fox clenched his teeth. This was going nowhere. "Give me directions home if you want me to leave. I thought that was clear." He should set Cosplay on these birds, and Mentalpaw- Cosplay would have to be taken over to attack them, but Mentalpaw would willingly kill anyone he didn't know.


    One final fight, for this tonight
    Whoa, with knives and pens we made our plight
    Lay your heart down the ends in sight
    Conscience begs for you to do what's right
    Everyday it's still the same dull knife
    Stab it through and justify your pride