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The mid-afternoon sun shone cheerfully down on the forest below, and not a cloud appeared in the sky. It was a lovely, warm newleaf day, that was for certain.
The bushes and undergrowth in said forest, rustled a little, as though something was struggling through them. This continued for several minutes until finally, a young cream tabby tom managed to push his way through. There was a frown on his face as he pulled his last leg free, but that was quickly replaced with a smile. Breezykit was almost always in a great mood, no matter the situation. It helped that he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but hey. If he's happy, he's going to enjoy it.
It might take one a moment, but soon enough you might realize something is a little...off, about the little kit. Looking at his face, all very chipper in appearance, things still seem weird. Then it might hit you. His eyes; they aren't there. No, little breezy has no eyeballs, just two dark, empty sockets. This would explain why he was having such a struggle with the bush--he couldn't see what he was doing.
So what was a blind kit of only two moons old doing out here on his own? Well, like any kit, Breezykit liked to explore, but never got the opportunity to do it by himself. So, he had sneaked off, away from his family early in the morning to do just that. Was this a bright idea? Not at all, but he rarely thought things through like that. No, he had been far too excited about the adventure to consider the dangers and the possibility of getting lost.

That sounds great! Emberpaw could use another friend. X3
Could you start a thread for them? C:

(OOC: Hrmm...maybe he should ask Mystic? I dunno. XDD)

Hearing a bit of a commotion, Church glanced over and spotted Rue and Fedora. He watched them curiously for a moment-hadn't he told Rue to rest her leg? What the hell was she doing out? The tom's tail twitching irritably; he'd helped her up the damn stairs so she could rest, like he told her to, and yet here she was, walking around, leaning on Fedora. Shouldn't the fact that she had to lean on someone to get anywhere be a sign to take it easy for a while.
God, these cats...were they all idiots?

(OOC: Sounds good~ XD)

A grimace crossed the tom's face, but quickly passed. He nodded and cast a glance to Dreamer. "Sorry, I've...apparently got something to attend to," he meowed quickly before trotting over to Rue and Fedora. "What the hell is she doing out here? I told her to f**king rest!" Church growled as he reached them, his hazel eyes flicking between the two before resting on Rue.

(OOC: Hmm...I dunno. It might add even more of a sadistic twist to it, I suppose. XD
Suuuure, why not?)

"Ahh, speak of the devil," Moriarty grinned as the she-cat approached. "We were just wondering about you." His silver and green eyes latched on to Irene as she sat beside him. So far, things were working quite well, all of the pieces falling into place before he had even set the plan into action. Wonderful. Now he just had to wait until he could get a bit of private time with his sister...
"Good morning, dear Irene. And how are you?" Mori, of course, didn't care, but he could see how uneasy the she-cat was-how she always was when she was around him and Sherlock. He just liked to push that further. It was fun to watch her squirm.

The tom gave a small pout, though his eyes remained cold and hard. "Why so suspicious, Irene? I was just asking how you were," Moriarty pouted rather teasingly. Of course she was suspicious, she had every right to be. "Actually, I was just going to ask if you'd like to go for a nice, quiet stroll with me, but...well, frankly, if you're going to be like this, perhaps it's better if we don't." The grin quickly reappeared on the tom's face and he shook his head lightly, as though in scorn.

His eyes remained trained on Irene after she agreed, studying and examining her closely. The smile remained on his face and he soon pulled himself to his paws. "Lovely," he purred, twitching the tip of his tail. "Well be back in a bit, Sherly." Moriarty cast a long glance over at his brother, wanting to catch his expression. And with that, the black and white tom picked his way through the undergrowth, away from his brother, keeping his pace slow as he waited for the sister to follow.

(OOC: I don't think anyone did, Florence, but I'll have Lunarlight hop over to bother him! xD)

A low growl escaped Church's throat at Rue's response. "Someone could have brought you something. You didn't need to f**king get up," he told her, his tone a little sharper than usual. "Fedora here looks exhausted from carrying you around. Let Dreamer take you back to your cot and rest. She offered to get you some food, I suggest you take it." His eyes narrowed as he spoke; partly, he was angry because she had done the complete opposite of what he had told her. The other part was, though he wouldn't necessarily like to admit it aloud, he cared for Rue, and wanted her to keep from hurting herself further.

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A small sigh escaped the young tom as he grew bored with this...exploring thing. Lunar was about to sit himself down when he spotted a messy looking tom that appeared...quite suspicious. Curious, the feminine tom trotted over, his icy eyes glinting in the low light inside the castle.
"Where are you going?" He asked, once without a hello or an introduction.

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Name;; Terra
Sex;; Female
Age;; 1 year/4 Moons
Alliance;; BoneClan
Rank;; Warrior

Appearance;; {Please provide 6 or more sentences}
Terra is a long-legged and skinny, little serval with a quite pretty face. Her eyes are quite wide and large, and she is a very swift runner, long legs help her run for sure. Her eyes provide a beautiful jade like green with hazel and yellow specks plastering the green. Like all servals, she has black dots everywhere, plastering her body in paint-like splatters everywhere. Her paws are very nimble and small, great for hunter for they make no sounds, good for a serval to have. Her muzzle and nose is very narrow, but not that big, for her nose it's like someone placed a small, pink berry a top of her muzzle. She's very pretty in all means, she has very thin, short fur that is a light brown shade with slighter darker brown shades.

Personality;; {Please provide 6 or more sentences}
Terra tries to fit in, tries to be the center of attention, but people think she's... different. Terra's always been made fun of for her looks, serval's are beautiful creatures, very, but regular cats don't think so, as Terra thinks. She's a bit of a wanderer, prefers to be on her own every once and a while for the sake of her being. This beautiful serval will do her best, in anything, from helping family all the way to protecting her friends and family, she's very loyal in that way. That's a good thing to have; loyalty, the best of cats have it, bravery and loyalty. That's why Terra's not so bad, she's rather unique, she is different, but in a good, special kind of way.

---Likes (at least 3);; When everyone's in there place, rivers and lakes, water basically, kits, exploring on her own is also very high on that list of likes!
--- Dislikes (at least 3);; She has a dislike for toms, when cats judge her, she really hates that, being a serval, she doesn't feel welcome and doesn't feel like she fits in because she's one.
---Strengths (No MORE than 5);; Her powerful personality, her strong legs and swiftness, her wits. She also has a talent for hunting.
---Weaknesses (At least 3);; Her sharp-tongue, thinking she has to change for people, fighting is not her top priority, so fighting as well.

History {Please provide 8 or more sentences};;
Terra never fit in well as a child, she grew up in the Savannah's with her parents and siblings. She preferred to be on her own, a loner, as a child growing up in Africa. People took her as a freak; a total weirdo, a bad idea, a wreck, something that never was supposed to be born. Terra learned to stick up for her self, defend herself in everywhere, for her kin never did, parents nor siblings. After she grew up many moons later, her siblings grew up and started making their own family, growing up, something Terra did not want to do. She wanted to stay with her parents, but her parents made her leave, chased her out, her own parents chased her out of her home, her birth-den. Terra still, and never really will ever stop, hating her parents, she despises them, wishes they themselves were dead. They never took care of Terra, they never cared, why should she baby them, why should she care?

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This looks great, but you need to purchase a Serval from the shop in order to play one. :)

That's okay, though we recommend you write bios on computers rather than things like ipods, just to avoid spelling errors and other issues. :)
You can still edit this, however. It's not been denied; you just have to fix up what funhouse listed. :)

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Character Name:Cottonsong

Character Age:11 moons

Gender:she-cat

Alliance: WindClan

Rank: warrior and queen

Appearance (6 or more sentences): Cottonsong is a striking cinnamon she-cat with very long whiskers. Her right ear is torn and her eyes are the color of yellow-green. Her ears are unusually large, making her prone to insults and teasing. Three of her paws and her locket are white. She is a very good groomer, meaning that every hair is always in place. Her nose is the color of a raspberry, which again, makes for some name-calling.

Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements): Cottonsong loves to groom her fur. She is an average hunter but loves it anyways. She is rather friendly but because of her large ears she hasn't got alot of friends currently. She is very smart and can tell when the weather patters shift. Because of htis ability, she can make extremely close guesses to that day's rain and wind! She is loyal til the very end, (except for that one time where she took a ThunderClan mate.)That's it.
---Likes (at least 3): hunting with her BFF, swimming, climbing trees and taking naps in them, playing hide-and-seek, caring for kits even when she has none herself currently, rain, patrolling
--- Dislikes (at least 3): very windy days, the taste of squirrel, things that are red, the pain of giving birth, the taste of herbs (:P) having to stay and watch patrols come and go while she recovers from an injury, war and battle, snakeskin boots ( :P)
---Strengths (No MORE than 5):good rabbit chaser, good swimmer, good at saying the right thing at the right time, really good at making jokes, good at climbing things.
---Weaknesses (At least 3):bad at stalking, very ticklish, hates the sight or smell of blood, very easily persuaded

History (8 or more sentences): Cottonsong's mother was a rogue and her father was a Shadowclan warrior. When she was born she was the runt, so her mother abused her by making her lift heavy objects alot and scratching her. Cottonsong's mother died when she was three moons old and her father, since he never wanted kits and they looked just like their mother, sent them to WindClan to stay with his sister. There Cottonsong, along with her sisters Hawktalon, Diamondtail, and Honeyspots, were nurtured and taken care of. Then one day Cottonsong was hunting near the ThunderClan border and she met her future mate Bramblefur, and they fell in love and had four kits. Then he died. So she chose a new mate named Omentalon and they had nine kits. Turns out he was a jerk who wanted to overthrow the leader of WindClan! She dumped him and he started his own Clan named DreamClan. They captured her and Honeyspots, and Honeyspots's kit Rosepaw. They escaped with nothing but half their fur and a very sick Rosepaw. Cottonsong found herbs and cared for her for three weeks. Then they returned home. But their Clanmates accused them of treachery, and didn't believe their story of being captured. But gradually they became accepted back into windClan.

Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio): Cottonsong called Honeyspots and Roseshine to complete the patrol. "Let's go!" she shouted excitedly, and tore out of camp. It was her first outing since her kits had been born. Now they were apprentices. She raced her friends to the Gorge. Honeyspots got their first, naturally. Her long legs made it easy for her to run. In contrast, Cottonsong's stocky build made her slow and heavy on her paws. Roseshine arrived last. "So, whatcha wanna hunt?" Cottonsong asked. Then she saw a rabbit. Carefully stalking, she got within a yard. Then she leaped! The rabbit heard her and tore off. "Fox dung!"

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You still haven't changed your weaknesses. You need to do that still. :)
As well, you've still got a lot of short, very choppy sentences throughout. To lengthen them, try just being more descriptive.

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Character Name:
Sin.

Character Age:
18 Moons.

Gender:
Tom.

Alliance:
For now,a loner,but I plan to move him to either Thunderclan,or Skyclan.

Rank:
Loner.Gonna be warrior.

Appearance (6 or more sentences):
A scruffy little tom, Sin is neither big nor small. Rather medium sized with long legs, used for either speed or strength, but preferably speed. He is a short harried with a sinister looking black pelt. He has chocolate brown spots all over his body, including his underbelly, legs, and tail. He has only a dash of whitish silver on his forehead to outlook all the other negative colors. His eyes are yellow, mixed with a little bit of amber and gold, reminding you of looking at discolored coal. And lastly, his paws, which are huge, have white toes all around them, with little brown dots that looked like they may have be splattered on there, because they sort of run into the color instead of creating perfect little brown dots like the rest of them do.

Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements):
Sin is not necessary an evil cat like his name may suggest. He is actually sweet and caring, totally understanding in all the right ways. But, alas, he is not all the way perfect, because he can be a complete hot-head sometimes, and others overly aggressive. So, he is overly moody and is very picky with who talks to him. Oh, and sometimes cold and depressed. Not the suicidal depressed, but the sad depressed. He's also like this when he doesn't get his own way, but not at all whiny like you might think. Overall, he is one cat you want on your side, and nobody else. Just be sure to remember to be his friend and no enemy, or else....

---Likes (at least 3): Being alone, confiding in Sunstorm, and climbing.
--- Dislikes (at least 3): Pestering she-cats, his sister, Flare, and hunting.
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): Climbing, Fighting.
---Weaknesses (At least 3): Sunstorm, his moods, and aggressiveness.

History (8 or more sentences):
Sin doesn't have much exciting about his past. Nothing much, anyway. He lives in the mountains, or at least for now, with his family which contains his parents and younger sister whom he despises because of what happened when he was only three Moons old. You see, a she-cat was brought into this family, one who his mother, Star, found by an overflowed river bed. She had been near the clans, and so, they all instantly assumed she was a clanner. But, from which clan they did not know. So, they kept her. They were all accepting of her, except one. Flare. Flare didn't like clanners because a couple of Shadowclan warrior scarred her around the eye, so she didn't like Sun either. The first day they got her, was when they all realized Flare was evil and maybe insane fore what she did that day. She tried to drown Sun, you see? They all live in an underground den that connects to a small cave, and in that cave a little creek trickles. Well, Flare told them she would show the small ginger kit the water, and so they agreed. Or at least their parents did, because Sin followed her, knowing something was out of place. And he was right when he discovered Flare trying to drown Sun. From that day, Flare has been banished from his family, and even he doesn't know where. Anyway, what happened was Sin tore Sun away from Flare, scaring Flare's left eye to where it probably made her go blind.And, in that moment, he had come to hate his only sister. After Flare left, life became somewhat normal by raising Sun. Well, until she left for Thunderclan. That was the biggest lost of all for him, because you know what? He loved her. Completely and utterly adored her until she left. Now, he waits for the day to work up enough courage to tell his parents he's leaving. But leaving them worries him, both for their old age and for the still unknown Flare. So,for now anyway, he waits.
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Not my first.Like, fifth or sixth.
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Looking good, but you've got some short, choppy sentences that need a bit of lengthening. :)

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Character Name: Dawn.

Character Age: 41 moons (a little more than four twoleg years).

Gender: Tom.

Alliance: Loner.

Rank: All of the above.

Appearance (6 or more sentences): Dawn is, when it comes to tabbies, generally on the smaller side. He isn't particularly thin, but you can easily tell that he isn't some pampered kittypet. His fur is a brownish-orange; not the prettiest color, but he doesn't mind, as the new color makes a perfect camouflage. His pelt is covered in scars, the biggest of which are those running down his back, around his legs, and across his left eye. He also has a large notch taken out of his right ear. In contrast to his somewhat torn up body, though, his eyes are a brilliant, piercing green and his teeth and claws are kept a shiny white. All in all, he has the body of a natural hunter and fighter.

Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements): Dawn is known by most who come across him as an amazing hunter and fighter. He can stalk prey practically unseen, and very rarely loses a fight. However, he is known by most to be unsocial, cynical, quick-tempered, and not very talkative. The only person that he can have an enjoyable conversation with is his brother, Ash. It is partially because of this and partially because he has never become truly attached to any one place that he is almost always on the move, and rarely settles down for more than two or three days. Despite his short temper, though, he does care about others, and would never simply stand by and watch an innocent cat die.
---Likes (at least 3): Hunting, traveling, climbing trees, and tracking.
--- Dislikes (at least 3): Arrogant cats, greedy cats, cruel cats, talkative cats, bossy cats, annoying cats, thunderpaths, dogs, twolegs, thick rivers, the taste of frogs, unnecessary killing, Scarclan, Boneclan, Bloodclan, wolves, foxes, badgers, and a lot more.
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): Hunting, fighting, strategic thinking, tracking, and climbing.
---Weaknesses (At least 3): When it comes to his social skills, Dawn is worthless. He's also fairly poor at swimming (he can only swim for about fifteen seconds above water at a time) and overcoming guilt (if he does something bad, even if it was for the common good, he can rarely overcome the regret of his actions).

History (8 or more sentences): Dawn was born on a snowy hillside in a dense forested area that was far from the clans, over the mountains and to the north further than even a bird could see. He was one of three children, alongside his brother Ash and his sister River. His mother was a loner named Wind and his father was a former barn cat named Ginger. When he and his siblings were three moons old, however, there was a forest fire. While helping them escape from the fire, both of the kits' parents were killed. Dawn, River, and Ash ran as fast as they could after that, but the fire seemed to be chasing them, and Ash was blocked off by a tree and River fainted because of smoke inhalation. Dawn searched for them for over three days and three nights without rest nor refreshment, but find not a trace of them. Finally he gave up and went out on his own. After that he taught himself how to hunt and managed to get by. He fought his first battle when he was about seven moons old, when a group of rogues tried to chase him out of the makeshift territory he had set up. He managed to injure two of them, but they chased him out regardless. After that he had amny more encounters, and slowly built up a talent for fighting. He then decided to leave the forest and travel to the southwest, interested in the mountains he saw in the distance. When he made it over the mountains and to the clans, he found his brother Ash, who he sometimes travels with currently. In this general area he remained until current times, and developed a curious knack for appearing wherever something interesting was happening. He never saw his sister River again, but he feels in his heart that she's still alive, and hopes to find her again someday.

Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio): Dawn saw three bulky figures walking towards him. They wore evil, menacing looks and walked with an arrogant strut. They had many scars, just as he did. And their claws were unsheathed. Rogues. He sighed. He was getting bored of death traps.
"What do you want?" he said, annoyed.
"That's a fine looking rabbit you've got there," one of them said, looking at the prey at his feet.
"You're not having it," he said crossly. He'd worked very hard to catch that.
"Are you sure about that?" he said.
"Quite," Dawn replied curtly, unsheathing his own claws. If they wanted a fight, they would get one.

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Yep!

Hearing the kit's cry, Church gave a start. His hazel eyes wide, he glanced around until he saw the unfamiliar she-cat, who seemed to be...covered in dried blood. Without a word to Fedora, the doctor trainee hurried off, toward the new cat.
"Who are you?" He asked as he approached, eyes now narrowed as he inspected her. "And how old is that blood? Are you currently injured?"

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Well, that sounded odd. Lunarlight blinked, not having expected such a strange sounding reply. 'Shoe bafe'? What was a 'shoe bafe'? He tilted his head to the side curiously and looked the other tom over once.
"Shoe bafe?" He repeated finally, unable to figure out the riddle. "I...don't understand what that means."

The sudden noise and voice gave the little tom a fright, causing him to jump and look around wildly, despite his inability to actually see. He'd not yet quite figured out how to work his listening or scenting skills yet.
"Wossat?" He asked, his semi-british accent, inherited from his father, sounding a little frantic, though there was also a fair bit of pure curiosity in his tone. "'Oo's there?" As he felt the stranger's nose on his head, Breezykit froze momentarily before backing up a couple steps and raising his face to 'look' up at the strange tom. Since he hadn't been killed...well, this guy was probably okay. Breezy was pretty trusting.
"Uh....Ah'm 'splorin'." He answered the question now that the shock and fear had worn off. The small cream tabby gave the loner a sniff, but didn't recognize the scent. Then again, the only scents he recognized were those of his family members. "I wanted to 'splore on my own, bu' they never le' me, my mum or dad, so I woke up early an' lef' while they was still sleepin'!" The kit sounded proud of this, and he was, though he hadn't thought what it would be like for his parents to wake up to find one of their children missing.

Bumping because I'm still looking for plotty threads, and I've also added Lunarlight to my list of highest high muse charries, and wouldn't mind finding a thread or two for him. X3

Mori smirked as he thought he caught a hint of fear in the she-cat's tone. "Ohh, I just thought it would be nice to have a chat," he purred in reply, casting a sidelong glance at his sister. "We do it so rarely, you see." Of course, the tom had other plans for this walk. Plans that he would put into action once they were further away from Sherlock. He couldn't have his brother finding out to early, after all.

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Name;; Terra
Sex;; Female
Age;; 1 year/4 Moons
Alliance;; BoneClan
Rank;; Warrior

Appearance;; {Please provide 6 or more sentences}
Terra is a long-legged and skinny, little serval with a quite pretty face. Her eyes are quite wide and large, and she is a very swift runner, long legs help her run for sure. Her eyes provide a beautiful jade like green with hazel and yellow specks plastering the green. Like all servals, she has black dots everywhere, plastering her body in paint-like splatters everywhere. Her paws are very nimble and small, great for hunter for they make no sounds, good for a serval to have. Her muzzle and nose is very narrow, but not that big, for her nose it's like someone placed a small, pink berry a top of her muzzle. She's very pretty in all means, she has very thin, short fur that is a light brown shade with slighter darker brown shades.

Personality;; {Please provide 6 or more sentences}
Terra tries to fit in, tries to be the center of attention, but people think she's... different. Terra's always been made fun of for her looks, serval's are beautiful creatures, very, but regular cats don't think so, as Terra thinks. She's a bit of a wanderer, prefers to be on her own every once and a while for the sake of her being. This beautiful serval will do her best, in anything, from helping family all the way to protecting her friends and family, she's very loyal in that way. That's a good thing to have; loyalty, the best of cats have it, bravery and loyalty. That's why Terra's not so bad, she's rather unique, she is different, but in a good, special kind of way.

---Likes (at least 3);; When everyone's in there place, rivers and lakes, water basically, kits, exploring on her own is also very high on that list of likes!
--- Dislikes (at least 3);; She has a dislike for toms, when cats judge her, she really hates that, being a serval, she doesn't feel welcome and doesn't feel like she fits in because she's one.
---Strengths (No MORE than 5);; Her powerful personality, her strong legs and swiftness, her wits. She also has a talent for hunting.
---Weaknesses (At least 3);; Her sharp-tongue, thinking she has to change for people, fighting is not her top priority, so fighting as well.

History {Please provide 8 or more sentences};;
Terra never fit in well as a child, she grew up in the Savannah's with her parents and siblings. She preferred to be on her own, a loner, as a child growing up in Africa. People took her as a freak; a total weirdo, a bad idea, a wreck, something that never was supposed to be born. Terra learned to stick up for her self, defend herself in everywhere, for her kin never did, parents nor siblings. After she grew up many moons later, her siblings grew up and started making their own family, growing up, something Terra did not want to do. She wanted to stay with her parents, but her parents made her leave, chased her out, her own parents chased her out of her home, her birth-den. Terra still, and never really will ever stop, hating her parents, she despises them, wishes they themselves were dead. They never took care of Terra, they never cared, why should she baby them, why should she care?

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As he listened to the she-cat recall her dream, Fletchedpaw's odd eyes widened. It sounded like an omen, or a prophecy of some sort. And not a good one.
Once she had finished, the tom cleared his throat and tried to remove any trace of fear or shock on his face. "I-I see," he murmured with a small nod. "Was...was that it? Is that where the dream ended?"