Posts by Yui~Chan

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    [size=4]I am...[/size]
    [size=6]Cherrypad[/size]
    [size=5]Of WindClan[/size]



    [size=3]Eyes: bronze
    Pelt: brown tabby
    [/size]


    Traits: I am a a thick furred she-cat with innocent-looking eyes and a long, graceful tail. I have a big ego and think I'm better than others, but I have a way of being two steps ahead of most other cats.


    History: When I was a kit our mother fell in love with a rogue tom and started seeing him in secret. Our father left to hunt him down. He did, and killed the rogue. Our mother never forgave him for this and she never came back to our Clan. I never saw her again. I was told that she had been killed by a coyote, and I only learnt the truth later.

    [justify]Rosalie curled herself tightly in the corner of her carry-case, nestling herself deeper into the tissues and blankets left to comfort her by her caretakers, still smelling of her mother and siblings. She had been with her new people for a week, but this was the first time she had been put back inside of her case. Light illuminated her soft white fur, from tail-tip to muzzle, where her fur coloured into a blue-grey point.


    With a click and a lift, her cage was unlocked, and the door swung open. Creeping out quietly, she found herself in a garden, filled with topiaries in the shapes of swans and deer. Startlingly loud, the door to the house slammed shut, and she found herself in a huge garden. She licked her chest fur calmingly, and once she'd gathered her wits, Rosalie sprang up onto the white painted wooden fence, collecting the sun's rays.[/justify]


    ((Please join in :-[))

    [justify]Hi everyone~! I'm Yui~Chan, but just Yui will work fine haha. I've just joined, but I really wanna make a ton of friends and RP buddies!
    I love playing and having light-hearted (Or serious) fun. So, if you like having short, simple and to the point roleplays, that's what I love the most. I can't exactly hold paragraphs beyond set-up posts, but I love doing quick back-and-forth stuff.


    So yeah, that's me! Come on and say hi <3 :-[


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    Name:


    Shiloh


    Gender:


    She-cat


    Age:


    19 Moons


    Rank:


    Warrior


    Apperance:


    Shiloh has short, black fur, from nose to tail-tip. Her small frame is accentuated with a thin ribcage, making her a perfect size for sneaking through tiny cracks that larger cats couldn't hope to fit through. Her tail is the average length, but has a kink near the tip where it was caught under a falling rock. Her eyes are a soft green, but they are dwarfed on her face by her fur, making her features into an unfortunate mistrusting sneer no matter what she does.


    Personality:


    Shiloh is unfortunate in her face's structure, and she constantly looks dangerous and suspicious no matter what she does. This has lead her to being self-concious, and this leads to her being very shy around new cats, where she will no doubt hiss and spit until she trusts the new face. She is also not too sharp, and her best instincts are in the moment, not in planning. This makes her a bad team player in large plans, but a perfect team-mate in pairs, where she'll save your back no matter what with street smarts and skill. Shiloh is a fierce fighter, spinning and weaving to confuse her opponent, often making use of the fact she's small to gain the upper paw.


    Major Flaws:


    Not Intelligent, Shiloh works on instinct alone, which makes her dangerous in group work. She will ignore orders if she sees it fit, and while this rarely works, the occasional victory means she will continue trusting her own judgement, as she stubbornly refuses to hear reason. She is small, and if pinned down, would be helpless against large opponents. She is terrified by cars, and can freeze up if startled by them.


    Relationships


    Never knew her father. Her mother, Amber, cared for her till she was 7 moons, when she was suddenly hit by a car, leaving Shiloh alone in the world, with the knowledge of how to hunt and not to trust anyone.


    Other?


    None.

    I,Yui~Chan agree to the rules to prove it here is the code word: Tick Tock :-[

    Rosalie jumped, startled by a sudden voice. "Oh, hello!" She purred. "What's your name?"
    She carefully slipped down the other side of the fence, her tail floating high in the soft breeze.

    "Philadelphia, huh?" She tipped her head to the side. "It is a bit much, but I like it! I'm Rosalie, I just moved into the nest behind that fence. Where do you live?"

    Shiloh rolled away from the shafts of light as if they were toxic, her eyes protesting against the blinding intruder. Flicking her tail over her eyes, she pulled herself to her feet and stood up to stretch her legs after an uneventful sleep. Carefully peeling her tail away from her glued shut eyes, she set about the task of grooming her fur, which had become messy and ruffled through her night's sleep.

    Rosalie's eyes widened as the small tom listed locations, most of which went over her head. "So, you're a travelling cat! I've heard about cats like you at shows." Her thoughts flicked back to her time as a show cat, being pulled in and out of cages to show off her pure-bred beauty. Snapping back to the conversation, she purred "Oh, do you know what 'shows' are? They're large, two-leg gatherings, where they show off their prettiest cats. It's...interesting. Very loud." She explained.


    [size=4]I am...[/size]
    [size=6]Tuftkit[/size]
    [size=5]Of ShadowClan[/size]



    [size=3]Eyes: Gold
    Pelt: Light brown tabby
    [/size]


    Traits: I am a a curly-furred, stout she-cat with mysterious eyes and a large build. I am a daydreamer and cannot concentrate long on anything, but I have a way of being two steps ahead of most other cats.


    History: I was born the runt of my litter. I've had a hard time keeping up with the other kits.