Posts by Mikasa Ackerwoman

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    Name: Zalia Capilli
    Age: 17
    Any Special Skills?: Not easily scared
    Picture/Appearance: Can I draw something later?
    Titan Form? (Y or N): No
    Least favorite titan: The Colossal Titan


    Name: Kalmin Waldor
    Age: 17
    Any Special Skills?: Very driven
    Picture/Appearance: Can I draw something later?
    Titan Form? (Y or N): Yes
    Least favorite titan: The Armored Titan

    "Ivy! Get out of there! You can't save her!" My head was pounding. Titans were all around, flooding the streets. Blood was everywhere, but it felt like there was more on my hands than anywhere else. My little sister lay in front of me, her legs unmoving. I had pulled her out from under our house, just to hind her paralyzed.
    "No! I can save her!" I shouted back, but I knew it wasn't true. But I'd try. I'd try as damn hard as I could.
    "Just leave me. It'll be okay, I wouldn't make it anyway." A slight smile emerged out of her blood stained mouth. She was right. Even if I got her out, she couldn't move. What would happen with another titan attack? No, I could carry her! I'm getting her out alive!
    I tried picking her up, but even though she was only 14, she weighed the same as me.
    "Give it up!" The voice shouted again. I looked up, and it was Kalmin, my friend. I looked at her with a desperate look, but she nodded. Tears began to flow out of my eyes, but I didn't wipe them away.
    Kalmin was done. He knew I couldn't walk away. He ran over to me, and picked me up.
    "Hey! Stop it! If you can pick me up you can pick her up!" He started running, and I pounded on his back.
    "I need to say goodbye!" He shook his head, a terrified look in his eyes. I kicked, but he wouldn't let me go.
    "Maya, I love you!"


    Fourm


    Name:
    Age:
    Appearance:
    Changes into Titan?:


    My Fourm:


    Name: Ivy
    Age: 16
    Appearance: She's a tall girl with pale skin covered in freckles. She has dirty blonde hair and green eyes.
    Changes into Titan?: No



    [align=center]Name:Kalmin
    Age: 17
    Appearance: He is average height with tan skin and black hair.
    Changes into Titan?: Yes

    SLAVECLAN: A clan hidden in the depths of a forest, and hidden for a good reason. The only reason the higher ranks live as well as they do is because of the lower ranks. They only stick around because they are forced to or are in hopes of moving up the ranks


    H I G H R A N K S


    Leader: Looks after the clan. Do barely anything, but eat and sleep.
    Second in Command: Put together patrols. Live very much the same as the leaders.
    Healer: Take care of sick cats. Are given protection, food, and medicine only for doing what they love.
    Healer's Apprentice: Healer in training
    Elites: Given free food and protection, born into it.
    Queens: Aren't exactly the best rank, but for the time they are pregnant/nursing don't have to do anything to survive.
    Kits: Basically the same thing as queens, but (of course) aren't pregnant or nursing.


    [size=24]L O W R A N K S


    Hunter: Hunt for food. Often pushed around.
    Patroler: Mark territory, make sure no cats find them. Pushed around.
    Guards: Guard the slaves. Aren't allowed to leave camp without permission and another cat with them.
    Slaves: Cats who were captured by patrollers. Do work around camp. Aren't allowed to ever leave.


    F O U R M S


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    1. NAME:
    2. REQUESTED RANK:
    3. AGE:
    4. APPERANCE:
    5. PERSONALITY:


    MY FOURM


    NAME: Cosette
    RANK: Leader
    AGE: 23 moons
    APPEARANCE: [img width=381 height=510]http://upload.wikimedia.org/wi…/Cat_November_2010-1a.jpg[/img]
    PERSONALITY: Very lazy and irritable. Often steals food from low ranks. A bit of a bully.


    NAME: Azalia
    RANK: Slave
    AGE: 6 moons
    APPEARANCE: [img width=497 height=510]http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix…4000005DC-437_634x651.jpg[/img]
    PERSONALITY: Very kind for a slave. She forgives very easily, and doesn't hold grudges. She tries to be friends with everyone


    RP THREAD: warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1621029.0

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    [color=black][font=georgia]ROSALYNN
    [align=center][color=black][font=georgia][size=9pt][i]and the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we loved~
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    Rosalynn wasn't supposed to be here. She was just a kit, she was supposed to be in camp, but she could get away with this. She wasn't in the nursery, even when she was in camp. She was always in her hiding spot. No cat would ever notice.
    But then, she smelt something. Something terrible that make her nose scrunch up. Blood, and lots of it. But there was something else. Something she'd never smelt before.
    She ran towards it, and she saw something big balled up in pain. It could probably swallow her whole, but it was injured. It needed help.
    "Hey!" She shouted
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    Accepted!



    [align=center]Save Healer for me please?


    Okay :)

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    [color=black][font=georgia]ROSALYNN
    [align=center][color=black][font=georgia][size=9pt][i]and the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we loved~
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    Rosalynn poked at the big animal with a shaking paw.
    "What is it?" She mewed
    "Will it hurt us?"
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    Accepted!


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    OOC: Thank you!


    IC: Cosette yawned, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She stretched, reliving her stiff joints. She padded out of her den, just to lay in the sun. She wrapped her tail around her, and closed her eyes. She loved her life, and hoped it would never change.
    Azalia had been up for hours, walking around camp getting work done. Seeing cats finally rising made her excited, like it did everyday. It meant cats to talk to. She ran over to Chervil's den, past the sleeping guards.
    "Good morning, Chervil!"