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    yo yo, I'm making a new character whats y'all guys opinion on typing in a colour like this ? is it too distracting?


    Also I need name suggestions, he's p much a herbert west expy :V


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    I'm probs going to go with @faux's name "graverobber" but suggestions are still encouraged. Also any comments on this character? I think I will try out stormclan :V
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    There he was: a skinny tom, lean body and equally long tail.


    About fifty yards from stormclan's broad territory, cresting a sharp-ridged hill, silhouetted fuzzily against the bright backdrop of the half-risen sun, was the figure of a young tom. Lean, a few or so years old. Short, sleek black fur.


    His scent did not even nearly match the signatures marking the trees. He was as foreign as foreign could be. Yet still he placed one paw in front of the other, continuing step by step down the slope he'd climbed, further into stormclan.


    He hadn't missed the border marking; he knew perfectly well that he'd crossed the clans border; it was entirely intentional.


    Nor was it apathy that kept him from turning around. It wasn't because he didn't care about the border. On the contrary, he had the utmost respect for it and crossing it had been a highly deliberate choice.


    He'd heard good things about this place. It was supposed to let strangers join with little screening.


    One paw, then another, then the next, then the last. Repeat. Repeat again. And again, again, again... The scenery didn't seem to be changing, it was just trees, grass, trees. Wasn't this supposed to be a big place? Highly populated? Well, where were they?
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    Hey! I just made a joining thread with this character and I hope to have some fun here :^). Is this green font color to distracting? I'm thinking I should just use white or smthn. His bio is still a wip


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    In the moments that followed his thought, Graves had felt eyes watching him. He had a very good sense for these things. The only trouble was that he couldn't know anything at all about the owner of the eyes until it approached him.



    He had been scanning around the green in front of him, looking for even the slightest figure of a cat upon which to direct his focus... but he had seen nothing but empty shadows. Eyesight had never been his strongest point. A second longer and he would have started to grow frustrated, after which he would probably have called out some mildly scathing remark to get the queen to betray her position.


    But it didn't look like he'd need to do that now. The voice came from in front of him and at first he thought that the long journey had gotten to him and he was seeing double before he took into account the queen white highlights. Apparently, this unknown stranger was the leader.


    He gave no reply at first, just a brisk nod of his head in greeting.

    "You're right, by the way. I'm not stormclan. Good deduction,"
    he replied in sarcastic-monotone, after a moment's brief pause.


    "Graverobber," He introduced himself without skipping a beat, his words sliding together "Call me graves, I was hoping to -uh- join here."


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    GENERAL.
    — graverobber
    — aka graves
    — male
    — stormclan
    — based off of herbert west


    BODIES.
    — skinny black oriental short-hair with radioactive-green eyes and sleek fur


    POWERS.
    — Possession


    INTERACTION.
    — attack in #46d246
    — physically & mentally medium
    — no kill / no maim / ask for capture


    RELATIONSHIPS.
    — single && no crush


    OTHER.
    — face claim is herbert west
    — Obsessed with overcoming death
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    Larkpaw seemed nice enough, and so he offered a dip of his head towards his new clanmates.


    "Greetings, glad to be here," He responded, it wouldn't hurt to be polite to his new clanmates.


    "No," He replied bluntly "I'm fine on my own, I don't any help."


    // done on my cell phone, ignore any punctuation or grammar errors.
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    GENERAL.
    — graverobber
    — aka graves
    — male
    — stormclan
    — based off of herbert west


    BODIES.
    — skinny black oriental short-hair with radioactive-green eyes and sleek fur


    POWERS.
    — Possession


    INTERACTION.
    — attack in #46d246
    — physically & mentally medium
    — no kill / no maim / ask for capture


    RELATIONSHIPS.
    — single && no crush


    OTHER.
    — face claim is herbert west
    — Obsessed with overcoming death
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    Graves had just gotten back from exploring the territory. Somewhat out of breath and sporting a shallow cut on his chest, the small oriental shorthair padded over at a brisk pace; late to his first meeting but at least he was there. He took a seat a bit away from the crowd and looked up at queen he had met earlier.


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    GENERAL.
    — graverobber
    — aka graves
    — male
    — stormclan
    — based off of herbert west


    BODIES.
    — skinny black oriental short-hair with radioactive-green eyes and sleek fur


    POWERS.
    — Glow {currently unused}


    INTERACTION.
    — attack in #46d246
    — physically & mentally medium
    — no kill / no maim / ask for capture


    RELATIONSHIPS.
    — single && no crush


    OTHER.
    — face claim is herbert west
    — Obsessed with overcoming death
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    GENERAL.
    — graverobber
    — aka graves
    — male
    — stormclan
    — based off of herbert west


    BODIES.
    — skinny black oriental short-hair with radioactive-green eyes and sleek fur


    POWERS.
    — Glow {currently unused}


    INTERACTION.
    — attack in #46d246
    — physically & mentally medium
    — no kill / no maim / ask for capture


    RELATIONSHIPS.
    — single && no crush


    OTHER.
    — face claim is herbert west
    — Obsessed with overcoming death
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    So this was his second day in a clan.


    The first day had been busy all right. He couldn't complain about the lack of things to do. There'd been patrols to go on, prey to catch, herbs to collect...


    But that was just the afternoon, it was high morning... and already he was baffled by the basic conundrum that he never had to deal with as a loner: what was he supposed to do now?


    Just a week ago, he'd been surviving by himself. Sure, he had more freedom then but he had no protection or..."friends".


    He opened his jarringly green eyes and gave the camp a quick look-over, squinting up at the light. Late afternoon was when the sun really penetrated the trees around the camp, and it was lit up at least as bright as noon. And a good deal warmer than noon, too. Anyway, there was nothing interesting going on. No patrols heading out. Even if there were patrols, he wouldn't join them; his paws still ached from all the activity yesterday.


    The newly-risen sun was baking his glossy-black side harshly. For about twenty minutes now, he'd been telling himself he had to get up... and telling himself... and telling himself... and slowly heating up more and more, until he had well passed the point of a comfortable sunbathing and was starting to feel the start of a heatstroke.


    So now, grumblingly, he hauled himself to his paws, cleaned the dust out of his short pelt, and looked around, still squinting up at the brightness. The fur on his broad shoulders ruffled slightly in the wind as he took a deep, satisfying breath, shutting his eyes again for a moment and raising himself up to his full height.


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    GENERAL.
    — graverobber
    — aka graves
    — male
    — stormclan
    — based off of herbert west


    BODIES.
    — skinny black oriental short-hair with radioactive-green eyes and sleek fur


    POWERS.
    — Glow {currently unused}


    INTERACTION.
    — attack in #46d246
    — physically & mentally medium
    — no kill / no maim / ask for capture


    RELATIONSHIPS.
    — single && no crush


    OTHER.
    — face claim is herbert west
    — Obsessed with overcoming death
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    BIO WILL GO HERE


    __________________________
    things i am open to


      [li]family [/li]
      [li]relations[/li]
      [li]interaction threads[/li]
      [li]au threads[/li]
      [li]crushes [one sided/two sided][/li]
      [li]romances [short][/li]
      [li]allies[/li]
      [li]enemies[/li]
      [li]injuries[/li]
      [li]plots[/li]
      [li]anything thats not listed below[/li]


    things i am not open to



      [li]Death
      [/li]
      [li]Debilitating injuries[/li]


    __________________________


    HEARTCHART
    ( HOVER FOR DESCRIPTION )



    DOTTIE- [abbr=likes]
    Dottie's the assistant deputy and he had to have done great to get there. I...don't really know him that well for all that I have seen him. I heard something had happened to him, and that he didn't always act this way...but rumors are rumors.
    (disclaimer -- all ic opinions)
    you may request updates a week after the last update
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    GENERAL.
    — graverobber
    — aka graves
    — male
    — stormclan
    — loose expy of herbert west


    BODIES.
    — skinny black oriental short-hair with glowing green eyes and sleek fur. Scar under eye


    POWERS.
    — Glow {currently unused}


    INTERACTION.
    — attack in #46d246
    — physically & mentally medium
    — no kill / no maim / ask for capture


    RELATIONSHIPS.
    — single && no crush
    — open to family


    OTHER.
    — face claim is herbert west
    — obsessed with overcoming death
    — open to relations
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    He'd been walking for quite a bit longer than he was used to walking. His pace was steady, his breaths were even, and his eyes were resting levelly on the horizon ahead, and he simply continued to walk. The afternoon sun was full on his face, and he was automatically squinting a little into it. That, like everything else, had receded into the background of his awareness.


    The look in his eyes was basically blank, and someone who was looking at him from a distance may have thought they were looking at a zombie. Wide green eyes and thin whiskered face devoid of emotion. Perhaps it could have been interpreted as apathy, or perhaps simple obliviousness. In reality, it was neither: Graves was simply thinking.


    The tom had quite a few things to think about. He had just joined a clan for the first time. He was used to having his thoughts to himself when he was a loner, it had been too long since he has simply gone on a walk.


    Until a scent interrupted him. He hadn't been in the clan long enough to tell his peer apart by sent yet, but he could at least recognize that it belonged to a member of stormclan.


    "Who's there?" he called loudly, eyes darting around as he looked for its source
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    GENERAL.
    — graverobber
    — aka graves
    — male
    — stormclan
    — loose expy of herbert west


    BODIES.
    — skinny black oriental short-hair with glowing green eyes and sleek fur. Scar under eye


    POWERS.
    — Glow {currently unused}


    INTERACTION.
    — attack in #46d246
    — physically & mentally medium
    — no kill / no maim / ask for capture


    RELATIONSHIPS.
    — single && no crush
    — open to family


    OTHER.
    — face claim is herbert west
    — obsessed with overcoming death
    — open to relations
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    Dofferz  https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2362758.new#new


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    GENERAL.
    — graverobber
    — aka graves
    — male
    — stormclan
    — loose expy of herbert west


    BODIES.
    — skinny black oriental short-hair with glowing green eyes and sleek fur. Scar under eye


    POWERS.
    — Glow {currently unused}


    INTERACTION.
    — attack in #46d246
    — physically & mentally medium
    — no kill / no maim / ask for capture


    RELATIONSHIPS.
    — single && no crush
    — open to family


    OTHER.
    — face claim is herbert west
    — obsessed with overcoming death
    — open to relations
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    I drew some lineart/sketch of Graves! To FireAlpaca!


    http://i.imgur.com/FEG1y0O.jpg?1



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    GENERAL.
    — graverobber
    — aka graves
    — male
    — stormclan
    — loose expy of herbert west


    BODIES.
    — skinny black oriental short-hair with glowing green eyes and sleek fur. Scar under eye


    POWERS.
    — Glow {currently unused}


    INTERACTION.
    — attack in #46d246
    — physically & mentally medium
    — no kill / no maim / ask for capture


    RELATIONSHIPS.
    — single && no crush
    — open to family


    OTHER.
    — face claim is herbert west
    — obsessed with overcoming death
    — open to relations
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    Sure! I'll make one :)
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    GENERAL.
    — graverobber
    — aka graves
    — male
    — stormclan
    — loose expy of herbert west


    BODIES.
    — skinny black oriental short-hair with glowing green eyes and sleek fur. Scar under eye


    POWERS.
    — Glow {currently unused}


    INTERACTION.
    — attack in #46d246
    — physically & mentally medium
    — no kill / no maim / ask for capture


    RELATIONSHIPS.
    — single && no crush
    — open to family


    OTHER.
    — face claim is herbert west
    — obsessed with overcoming death
    — open to relations
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    Oh, someone coming to break his boredom? His sharp green eyes bore a slight frown as he looked for a moment—poor eyesight and poor memory for faces combined to make recognition a little difficult.


    "Greetings everyone," the shorthair said apathetically giving his long tail a quick curl and snap behind him, and sticking his ears in a stiff pose.


    He leaned forward now, putting his forelegs forward and arching his back backwards in a long, extraordinarily satisfying stretch, accompanied by a reserved yawn. Oh, that felt good. That felt so good. early-morning stretches always felt better than midday stretches, for some reason.


    Why the delay? Eyesight, probably. That, and he wasn't actually that interested. Lacking the enthusiasm to meet each of his clanmates separately


    "I'm graves, pleasure to meet you," he noted, his speech rapid and monotone.
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    GENERAL.
    — graverobber
    — aka graves
    — male
    — stormclan
    — loose expy of herbert west


    BODIES.
    — skinny black oriental short-hair with glowing green eyes and sleek fur. Scar under eye


    POWERS.
    — Glow {currently unused}


    INTERACTION.
    — attack in #46d246
    — physically & mentally medium
    — no kill / no maim / ask for capture


    RELATIONSHIPS.
    — single && no crush
    — open to family


    OTHER.
    — face claim is herbert west
    — obsessed with overcoming death
    — open to relations
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    The image of an avalanche of spiders is still hilarious to me.
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    Oh! I love the idea of them being related/ thinking that they are related. I haven't written out that much of a backstory for graves yet, I all I have is that he would have a kittypet show cat father who got a loner/stray mother pregnant because graves is an oriental cat.


    OR they could be partially related to each other on one side or something around that because of how different they turned out.

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    The Oriental comes in over 300 different patterns and colors aswell, so it could account for that.


    I LOVE that idea! I can have it so Graves 100% knows about his parentage, but how would they find out that they are related?


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    I like that plot idea, Graves being a former loner wouldn't have a negativity about being a halfblood, if anthing he would take attention to it. He could go to spite spiderstar's opinion but I think that's a bit too mean spirited for him. If Spiderstar commanded/told him to go with her he would go, I'll try to think of a good motive for him.


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