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can i be fem! russia? [i think that anya is her canon name] c:

tracking! <3

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[fancypost bgcolor=#AFC7CD; borderwidth=0px; border-radius: 1px; height: 270px; width: 200px; font-family: arial; color: #3A3C3D; text-align: center; overflow: auto; font-size: 7pt;][font=Georgia]CARNIVALSTREET``[size=7pt] Name; Carnivalkit - Carnivalpaw - Carnivalstreet Nickname(s); Carnival Gender; Male Sexual Orientation; Straight Alliance; Darkclan Brief Personality; flirty, out-going, risk-taker, cheater Advanced Personality; Carnival is known for being flirty with all she-cats, though he avoids asking them out. Instead, he has the tendency to call them 'dear' or 'love,' though he doesn't mean it in the way they take it. He enjoys playing with their hearts, even if they do end up hating him in the end. Carnival is the symbol of lust. Even though others might despise him, or even push him away and/or ignore him, he ends up showing them affection. It might just be an act he thought up of, or just a phase that he is going through. However, when he gets older, the lust only seemed to have been fed and it grows in size instead of diminishing. When he becomes a warrior, Carnival starts getting into more serious relationships, though he avoids getting the she-cat pregnant for personal reasons. Being such a flirt, Carnival can also be described as a loose cannon, ready to explode. He is never afraid to voice his thoughts, or shoot down another person's opinion. He will join any fight, or cheer one any fight if he is deemed too young. Carnival is the popular kid, always hanging out with a special clique of cats. He looks down upon unpopular cats as if they are scum on the street, though he hardly says anything bad about them aloud. Instead, he talks to them with a slight scowl on his face and sarcasm lacing his tone of voice. However, if he is told to stop teasing, putting down, etc., he will follow orders and stop for the sake of his reputation. He is a straight up dare-devil. He will jump into any fight to help out his clanmates, even if he does hate their guts. Carnival just wants to feel the rush of the fight, the blood roaring in his ears. He also aims for showing off to some she-cats, just so he could win them over quickly. Carnival never shows pain and if he does, he will insist that he is fine to keep the tough guy mask on. Even if his stomach is cut open, he will tell everyone that it doesn't hurt even though it is obvious that it is extremely painful. For less serious measures, he will take on any dare, whether it is bothering a badger or jumping down a high tree. It hardly ends well, yes, but Carnival doesn't really care. He is "too fly" to care. Cheating isn't a bad word for Carnival. Instead, it is a way of life. He goes through females as if he is eating a piece of prey. First, he enjoys being with them and once he had enough, he just throws them away. He doesn't care about this personality flaw, since he is empathetic towards such she-cats. He just goes through them for fun. No one knows why, it's just his flawed design. Brief Appearance; flame mink, aqua eyes, no white spots Advanced Appearance; Carnival is a flame mink with glowing aqua eyes and hardly any white spots. He has a slightly strong build, more masculine than others are. Beneath his fiery pelt, there are muscles rippling through it, giving him that "oh, I'm so handsome" stance. He does actually believe that he is handsome, yet he never admits it to she-cats so they can praise him themselves. He has a slightly long tail, though he ignores it. He is tall for his age, which gives him an advantage in a fight. His long legs help him jump, run, climb, and hunt. However, he can't squeeze into hiding places or small burrows for his life, which might become a problem later in his life. His pelt sticks out life a sore thumb in camouflage areas, so he cannot hide. The good part about his pelt is that it is short, so it wouldn't get too much snow clumped up in it. Plot Ideas; - Have him become an HP - He might get captured but will return later to Darkclan - Give him a couple of powers - Have him get into a couple of litters that don't last very long Theme Song; click [/fancypost]

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bump. i think my form is finished but if anything, i will tell you if i add anything. c:

charrie interested in:
bubblingbrook

muse [as of right now]:
right now, my muse is high but i am on an uncomfortable device so the posting might take a while. however, that is only on sunday. all other days, i post in paragraphs.

roleplay samples:

I hope it's okay that I used an old charrie of mine. C:

thank you! =D is there a subaccount for her or should I make one?

Bubblingbrooke didn't really see the dead body of the apprentice until it was already too late, and she nearly tripped over it. The young warrior's mouth gaped open as the stench of blood wafted into her nostrils, making her wrinkle her nose in disgust. The gashes on her throat looked horrible, and Brooke knew that no medicine cat could save her. The hairs on the back of Brooke's neck bristled as she backed away, ready to fetch anyone that would know what to do.

/tracking post

so i accidentally clicked an ad. i didn't expect it to take me into a medical website, and i was about to promptly quit out until a certain image caught my eye. it was about a parasite that already affected about 250 million americans. curious, i clicked on the image and it led me to a video. it talked about a parasite that destroyed the inside of your stomach, making you crave foods that it wants. the symptoms are said to be slow, so you wouldn't see it coming until it's too late. but as i watched on, i started to get anxious. the symptoms included constipation, bloating, fatigue, a white-coated tongue, and itchy skin or rashes.

i started to get scared because i had some of those symptoms except for the bloating and constipation. i stopped watching the video right there.

i'M SCARED THOUGH. The parasite is said to slowly eat away at your stomach, soon taking control of your whole system and destroying it.

tell me. am i paranoid or do you think that this is real? ;A;

The day was boring, as normal. Bubblingbrook didn't really expect anything special, nor did she want anything special to occur. She wasn't in the correct mood for something spontaneous, which was strange but all cats had their moods. The Siamese colored cat was lazily resting on a rock near the shore of a river, gazing down at her rippled and distorted reflection, blubbing every time a fish swam past. She dipped a paw in, lifting her head as soon as she heard the sound of gathering cats. She narrowed her light blue eyes and listened curiously, catching the words 'patrol'.

Brook was still for a moment before heaving herself to her paws, climbing down from the rock and trotting up to the cats. Maybe if she stretched her legs with a patrol would help her mood quicken. She halted a few paces before Morningpaw, nodding her head towards the apprentice. "I wanna join!" Even though she wasn't as spunky as she normally was, she still managed to keep a cheerful attitude.

thank you! haha, i'm always paranoid about small things. ^^

He was lucky that this wasn't a harsh clan like some others were, since they would have torn him to shreds if he even put one paw into the territory. Bubblingbrooke brushed through the reeds, keeping her eyes on the merchant. She had never seen one before and she was curious to find out what he was doing. Oh wait, he was a he. Being born in a tom-hating clan, Brook still felt a bit uneasy around them, as if a special side of her wanted to slice his nose. However, she always ignored the feeling, though the unpleasant aura was basically emanating from the she-cat.

Brook's long tail swished from side to side cautiously as she approached him, her light blue eyes darting to the items. Some of them looked quite strange, yes, but others looked desirable. "Do they cost anything?" she asked, snapping her gaze away from the items and to the merchant.

/edit, wrong clan. Dx

Bubblingbrook nodded his head and scanned the items once more before introducing herself. "I'm Blubblingbrook but you can call me Brook." Even though she had a sense of hostility towards toms, that didn't mean that she had to be rude. Nothing really caught her eye except for a stud piercing that was shaded a light aquamarine. It was divine, and it was one of Brook's favorite colors. She pawed it gently, not wanting to lose it from her sights. She didn't mind getting her ear pierced for it, as long as it actually stayed on her. She didn't want anyone else to take it!

"Excuse me, but you can stab my ear as well!" She wasn't used to the concept of piercings, but she was willing to do anything. The Siamese she-cat sat down, her tail curled around her paws. She was going to let Archipelagoisland get pierced first, and then it would be her own turn.

Uh, won't they just shut up? Stupid cats...wait, cats? Anya was sure that she hardly had any cats in her own home and even if she did, they didn't let out ear-piercing shrieks every now and then. Whatever it was, she just hoped that they weren't being attacked. Cracking an eye lazily open, Anya was greeted by iron bars, and a cramped space. The cage was way too small for comfort, and the fact that Anya was in one didn't make things seem more positive. Her violet eyes were both now open, and a frown was placed upon her maw. She was perplexed at what was going on, and why she was suddenly stuffed in a cage like she was some sort of animal.

Speak of the devil. When Anya glanced around the tight space of a cage, she had managed to spot her own light gray tail, puffing up as she immediately leaped back, ramming into the wall of her cage by accident. She let out a little meow of surprise, her pale eyes scanning her whole body. Instead of being human, she had fluffy gray fur and purple ribbon that had the Russian flag at the front, as if it was a tag. Anya scowled with confusion, yet she could hear from the fearful and frustrated meows around her that she wasn't alone like this.

The Russian she-cat unsheathed her claws [not without difficulty at first] and stuck them through the iron bars, searching for a lock. Her paw rested on a huge block of iron with a keyhole on it, and she promptly stuck her claw in, wincing as her paw screamed in protest. She wasn't used to having paws, nor claws, so this was quite a surprise. When the lock didn't budge, Anya pressed her body against the bars, feeling a sudden weight shift away as she did so. Open air engulfed her and before she knew it, she landed on her paws. The ground was cold to touch, and her claw was still sore from picking the lock. Sure, she was confused and a little hurt but at least she managed to escape from the hell of a cage.

[ may i also take male! latvia? (: ]

tracking !

tracking. i dunno who to choose /emo corner ;A;

Anya shook out her pelt, heaving a small sigh of relief as she realized that she had the other countries with her. As much as she despised some of them, and even wished that some of them never existed, she was glad that they were with her now. The bushy she-cat padded clumsily towards them, unused to walking on all fours. It was much harder than walking on two legs, since she had to make sure that all four legs moved at a different pace than each other, so she wouldn't stumble flat out onto her face. She managed to make it to Louise, who she immediately recognized because of the accent and the torn ribbon hanging on her neck. Anya sat down, thankful to stop walking, and curled her tail around her paws by a force of habit. She was curious about what her tail would help her with, and so far, it only worked for annoying her. She turned her own violet gaze towards the German she-cat, studying her cat form for a minute before whispering in her thick Russian accent, "Do you know what's going on, Louise?"

By the time most felines were out of their cages, Ravis was still struggling to contemplate the fact that he was in fact a feline, and that he was alone instead of next to the other Baltic nations or even Russia. His fluffy sand-colored pelt was bristled as he wildly looked around the cage. His breathing was quite quick with horror, and his breaths came out in small and short gasps. He didn't want to be here. He never wanted to end up in a cage, human or feline. He pressed his face against the small iron bars of the cage, managing to make out the shapes of many felines. Was he the only one who actually knew what it was like to be a human? Was he even still a country?

The questions whirled through his head, making him feel a little dizzy. Calm down, Ravis. You can get out of here...somehow. The young feline backed away from the iron bars, back hitting the back of the cage. He crouched down, gathering the strength in his haunches, pale blue eyes focused on the front of the cage. He didn't know that there was indeed a lock, and even if he did realize, he wouldn't be able to reach it. Ravis took a deep yet shaky breath, leaping straight at the iron bars ahead of him. His paws hit metal and his hindlegs scrambled for a hold as he was whisked into the air. However, it wasn't just Ravis that was falling. The whole cage was falling as well.

Once Ravis hit the ground, he scrambled out of the way, wincing as he heard a large crash behind him. The dusty blond feline glanced back at the cage, seeing that it wasn't too broken but the front door was mangled from the force of the leap. Ravis breathed a happy sigh, honestly proud of himself for managing to get out of the cage with his own force.

/facepalms/ i knew that.

eh, i'll fill out the form, in a sec. /shot for being too lazy to fill out such a short and simple form

i'm getting a tablet for christmas ! is thirteen a too young age to get a tablet? :-P

Country: Finland
Name: Tino Väinämöinen [ his last name tho ]
Age: Nineteen? [ I took a guess on the age, haha ]
Other: I SWEAR TO THE FANDOM OF HETALIA THAT I HAVE GOOD GRAMMAR AND SPELLING

i completed the short form! i request the highest of fives!