Posts by SweetPotatoTerrier

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  • Ghoul of No Clan


    [br][size=5]Tinalb[/size]
    [size=4] of No Clan
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    [br]Pelt: Brown tabby and white
    Eyes: blue


    [br]I am a ghostly-looking tom with mysterious eyes and a slender build. I don't speak much and when I do it's in half-sentences and phrases. I am known to hunt in the largest of storms and around thunderpaths, using the loud noise to hide my steps as I make my kill.
    [br]I come from a long line of loners who have always lived wild and by our wits and strength.

  • Brine of No Clan


    [br][size=5]Brine[/size]
    [size=4] of No Clan
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    [br]Pelt: chocolate lynx point
    Eyes: blue


    [br]I am a long pelted she-cat with large eyes and a torn right ear. I am restless and cannot stand or sit still, but I would never intentionally hurt another.
    [br]I was the runt of my litter, but have fought and accomplished a lot.

  • Tate the City Cat


    [br][size=6]Tate[/size]


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    Tate is a medium sized tom with long legs and a long tail. His fur is short, about an inch long in the longest places. He’s a white cat with dark brown on his head, back and the tip of his tail. He also has dark brown on the inside of his back paws. Tate’s wiry muscle fills him out, keeping him from appearing starved.



    Although Tate takes care of his fur and tried to keep well-groomed, Small scars litter his face and body. Living on the streets has taken its toll. A scar above his nose and under his eye are the most noticeable, since the fur on his face is much shorter than the rest of his body, but he also walks with a very slight limp, favoring his right side, as opposed to his left.



    They always say eyes are a window to the soul. Tate’s eyes are a perfect example of that. His deep forest eyes, usually glitter in mirth, but when hes upset or angry, one look into his clear eyes tell you exactly how he feels.



    Tates strengths lie in his stealth. He can creep silently along rooftops and fences, and when he creeps down a city street he’s practically invisible, avoiding stomping feet and grimy hands, his nimble body is perfect for city life.


    Ever since he was a moon old he has lived with his father, a well built longhaired cat looking similar to him. When he was 12 moons old he started a fight with a stray dog, ending ultimately in his father death and his crippled leg. He never really missed his father, as he was a cruel man, never slowing down for Tates's smaller legs or sharing his own kill with his starving kit.


    Never knowing his mother, he grew up with his neglectful father and his cruel friends. the few times he saw an attractive She-cat, he felt no yearning as he should have, but when young tom cats walked by, Tate's stomach would clench and he would stare, and suddenly the desire was there. Tate never shared this secret with his father.

    STRENGTHS
    Speed and agility, Quick wit, Street smarts



    WEAKNESSES


    Hot temper, limp, Inability to stay out of trouble, his inability to form long relationships



    LIKES


    Tomcats, hunting, harassing kittypets



    DISLIKES


    kittypet food, garbage, two-legs

  • Tate The City Cat


    Tate


    Character Age: 24 moons


    Gender: Tom-cat


    Alliance: loner (city cat)



    Appearance (6 or more sentences): Tate is a medium sized tom with long legs and a long tail. His fur is short, about an inch long in the longest places. He’s a white cat with dark brown on his head, back and the tip of his tail. He also has dark brown on the inside of his back paws. Tate’s wiry muscle fills him out, keeping him from appearing starved.



    Although Tate takes care of his fur and tried to keep well-groomed, Small scars litter his face and body. Living on the streets has taken its toll. A scar above his nose and one under his eye are the most noticeable, since the fur on his face is much shorter than the rest of his body. He also walks with a very slight limp, favoring his right side, as opposed to his left.



    They always say eyes are a window to the soul. Tate’s eyes are a perfect example of that. His deep forest eyes usually glitter in mirth, but when he’s upset or angry, one look into his clear eyes tell you exactly how he feels.



    Personality: Tate can only be described as Impish. He walks around with his head held high and chest puffed out. The aura surrounding him is confident and cool, but he won't hesitate to bite a dog's tail when they aren't looking or running between a child's legs to make them trip. He's a little bit conceited, but growing up as the only child in a loner 'clan', he had to have an ego. He has a hot temper, always getting into heated brawls over trivial things. Although his temper heats up fast, he calms down just as quickly.
    ---Likes: Tomcats, hunting, harassing kittypets
    --- Dislikes: kittypet food, garbage, two-legs
    ---Strengths: Speed and agility, Quick wit, Street smarts
    ---Weaknesses: Hot temper, limp, Inability to stay out of trouble, his inability to form long relationships


    History: Ever since he was a moon old he has lived with his father, a well built long-haired cat looking similar to him. When he was 12 moons old he started a fight with a stray dog, ending ultimately in his father death and his crippled leg. He never really missed his father, as he was a cruel man, never slowing down for Tate’s smaller legs or sharing his own kill with his starving kit.


    Never knowing his mother, he grew up with his neglectful father and his cruel friends. The few times he saw an attractive She-cat, he felt no yearning as he should have, but when young tom cats walked by, Tate's stomach would clench and he would stare, and suddenly the desire was there. Tate never shared this secret with his father.


    Tate used to have a best friend, Silas, but a few moons earlier, a fight between them and a few other cats ultimately resulted in his death. Tate has been wandering alone ever since.


    Role-play Sample: Tate crouched low, his ears drawn tightly to his skull. He dared not to breathe as the small bird in front of him pecked at the ground, drawing up long forgotten seeds from the deep crevices of the pavement. He could not miss this kill. His tense muscles ached from his previous failures at catching prey. If he missed this bird, he would go hungry another night. The bird turned its back from the cat crouched behind an old crate, preparing to fly off. Just as its frail wings were spread, Tate pounced, canines bared as he latched onto the sparrow with his front claws. He felt the hollow bones underneath his paws shatter, and with one final chirp, the bird was silenced.



    Comments (optional): first advanced character.... i tried :D


  • Tate The City Cat


    I think I corrected all the mistakes.

  • gay tom looking for a mate (forbidden allowed)

    (If you want to reply, please reply more than one sentence. You don't need to be advanced [although I am] just a little skilled)
    Aden sat in a small clearing, his thin shoulders trembling slightly in the cold air. His green eyes surveyed the land around him as his tail wrapped tighter around him, trying to keep him warm.
    "It's not even leaf-bare yet.... Why is it so cold..." Aden mumbled softly, his breath coming out in puffs of white.