Posts by Depressing

Name: Lucas Yang
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Godly Parent: Hephaestus
Appearance (preferably a picture): Its my profile picture, I couldn't place it here, sorry.
Weapon of Choice: Anything that Explodes
Special Abilities/Talents: Drawing, Lego Constructing, Weapons Expert.
History: Often called, LUKE YANG, at school, he was a cheery boy. Very unpopular, lowest of the low. But he still, kept happy. His father had left his mother and him when he was just in the crib. His mother was an Architect, and they lived in a average sized house, with marble flooring and an intense construct of the rooms. Lucas, though, lived his life joining the art club at school, and building with Legos. He had a sense of humor, but his jokes were hardly funny. He was made fun of at school, with short spiked hair and huge nerd glasses. He laughed it off. He was unadmiringly short, with the height of 5 feet at the age of 13, being 84 pounds. He was the typical kid that got pegged in dodgeball, or got the last out in a baseball game. At one point, his mother, had vanished from the house. He panicked, and found by the kitchen table, "Someone will pick you up, at 4:00". This note was an abrupt interruption to his day, and in which, he didn't know how to react. It was a quarter to four at that point, and he paced around the kitchen, playing with his hands. What to do, oh what to do! Then the doorbell rang, and boom. Everything was a flash. He arrived in a Camp. Cabins, intense weird looking people, or humanoid people, and teens walking around, casually as if this was normal.
How Long You've Been At Camp: 7 Months

Luke Yang

Luke had piled Legos into his backpack, along with superglue, screws, blueprints, a portable laptop, a couple of Sprite cans, a hammer, a screwdriver, extra metals, and a staple gun. All this fit into a mini pack. Luke, his nerdy self looked around, and squinted into his glasses. The camp was truly great. There was a large blue house, baby blue, 3 stories? And a bunch of houses in a U shape, like a horseshoe. One cabin caught his eyes. A steaming one, metal and all these gears. Teenagers walked around, thinking that all this stuff was normal. "Anyone know where this is? Is this normal?"

Name: MistPaw/ He'd rather be called his original name, Eta.
Age: 6 Moons
Gender: Male
Rank: Apprentice
Personality(optional): A rather laid back cat, he tries to be funny, but he can't make any good jokes. He makes fun of himself and others to make him feel better.
Appearance: White Tom, with a black tiger like marks starting from his nose to the end of his neck. His eyes are a startling yellow, but due to genetics, one eye has a mixture of blue.
Mate/crush/kits: None, maybe he will go for a she cat.
History(optional): His parents, left him and his brothers for search of food. They never returned.
Other:

MistPaw smiled. His grin seemed devilish, as he looked around. His brothers had gone somewhere, in search of his parents. His true name, Eta, floated in his mind. He hadn't gotten used to the rules of this life. All the other cats got these adults to train, but Eta didn't have one. "If only my brothers had came. They would heads over there paws for these She Cats!" He laughed, and looked around. He sat by himself, wishfully thinking someone must have noticed him.

Apparently, it hadn't. MistPaw didn't have a friend within a thousand paw steps. He should be asleep. The stars were amazing. He could almost see above. He didn't know where to sleep, and where to go. The leader had gave him an introduction, but nothing seemed easy to get. He looked sadly at the sky. Cat friends? Maybe a she cat crush? Was that even able to happen here..?

The dens were nice. The sound of water rushed through his head. MistPaw curled up, trying to keep warm. Life was hard for him. He wished he could find a place to sleep. But he had no clue where to go. He looked up at the stars. "Mother? Father? Help me..?"

MistPaws ears perked. Noise? Who would go out at this time? He ducked low, but he was inexperienced. He didn't know what it was that he heard. It was very distant. He didn't know what it was. He waited, watching the entrance.

Or maybe MistPaw was deaf. He had no clue what it was anyway. He just lay flat on the floor, staring. His eyes adjusted back and forth, eyes darting. Tomorrow, he would make himself known. He would make jokes.

MistPaw still looked at the entrance. He was getting tired. He frowned. Apparently he was deaf.

"Stupid piece of twoleg dung! AH. MistPaw you are a complete *******" MistPaw was losing it.
What he heard was nothing.

"MistPaw you piece of Foxdung. What would mother say?" MistPaw started rolling around, enjoying the dirt. He stared up at the sky.

MistPaw, lay. He was dirty, but he was fine. This normal for a cat like him. He had wondered what all these clan things meant. The morning was the first night past, and to make friends.

MistPaw saw two cats come in. He wasn't deaf! He started toward them, but realized he didn't know their names.

MistPaw lay still, his eyes still open, but he was almost to the brim of getting to sleep. His eyes opened, closed, opened, closed, etc. He had wished that friends would come soon, and hoped they would like his jokes. He sighed.

Form:

Cat Name: SkyPaw
Gender: Male
Age: 8 Moons
Rank: Apprentice
Mentor or Apprentice: Uh... Am I supposed to know this?
Personality: Laid Back, he tries to be funny, but he's bad at it. He gets lonely.
Appearance(Short description or Pic): White with black stripes starting from the nose till the end of his tail.
Crush/Mate/Kits: None
Plots/Ideas: I'll come up with some later.
Prophecies: I don't know?
Family: None.
History: He lived with TwoLegs, who dropped him off in the forest. He tries to escape, and finds this clan.
Other:

SkyPaw smiled. His smile was huge, freaky. He laughed. "My brothers would be glad with these she cats!" SkyPaw looked around. Most likely no one had noticed him. He looked down. "Geez... Stupid Foxdung I am."

MistPaw sat silently. A mentor? What was that? Mates? Was that like Mother and Father? He was a apprentice, knowing the age of him. What was he supposed to do? No one told him much.

"Oh? Hi, I'm Sly- I mean SkyPaw. I'll see you later." SkyPaw ran off into the the woods searching for other cats.

MistPaw had sat there, all night, eyes open. No one had seen him laying there. He yawned.

SkyPaw stopped. He turned back. He entered camp. "Where's the leader?"