Posts by Niyu13

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  • Young and Beautiful [Vellion HPR HAWKCLAN KITS] <- GEN.8 LEADER'S GRANDKITS

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    Dresden

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width: 485px; height: 150px; overflow: auto;][justify]The Siege of Dresden, Seven Years' War


    Gender


    Male


    Sexuality


    Pansexual


    Appearance


    Dresden, oh little Dresden, possesses a short, almost prickly red coat, streaked in a darker brownish pattern most often considered classic. Splashes of white accent the tom's paws and chest, similar to an artist's abstract musings. His build is thin, lithe, almost like a she-cat, with long legs and even longer whiskers, he appears to be almost fragile. A face that is marked by a narrow muzzle leads up to wide, deep cobalt eyes, and topped with tiny rounded ears, giving him a naturally haunted expression.


    He was born with a broken tail, barely a stump at the end of the long tom. Dresden is built for speed, but you wouldn't guess at first, as the stub will make it harder for him to balance when younger. As he grows he will learn to appreciate the slight defect, and even use it to his advantages, but as a kit it will merely hinder him.


    Personality


    Some would say this kit was born nervous, and they would probably be right. From an early age Dresden will be a worry wort, fearing for his siblings' safety as they play like the others their age, and for his parents and himself. Later on in life, he will develop generalized anxiety disorder, and begin to experience frequent panic attacks. Because of these many fears he will opt to stay near his family in large crowds and avoid being by himself as much as possible, unless he's by the water. The tom will come to love sitting by the shore, using the time to think happy things and watch the waves roll by.



    Unsurprisingly, Dresden is soft-spoken and shy, but he's also opinionated. He believes strongly in many things, though he chooses not to voice it often, as he fears others will look down on him. When he does speak, it is in a choppy, almost foreign sounding way, though very rarely does he stutter. The tabby is extremely loyal, and values his family very highly. He doesn't fight often, unless something has threatened the ones he loves or his clan. Dresden may not seem it, but he is a great strategist, and a pretty good fighter, though not the best.


    Other


    Vellion is love, Vellion is life

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  • TOBE MASS ADOPTION THREAD

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    Name;; Tarabyte (Tara) Firestone


    Gender;; Female


    Litter;; Basket


    Appearance;; Tarabyte Firestone is a small, wide set she-cat with a short white coat and clouded blue eyes. Her tail is long and slim, unlike her short limbs, and is bent ever so slightly at the tip. She has a broad face with a short, round muzzle and little whiskers. Her eyes are small and wide, a contrast to her long pointed ears.


    Personality;; Tarabyte is, to but it simply, very driven. She will do whatever she can to achieve her goals and become the best she can be. The she-cat is loud and blunt, and is never afraid to speak her mind. If she doesn't like you, you'll know right away.
    Born blind, Tara is quite touchy, using her tail to feel her way around. She hates to be pitied or treated different because of her disability, and because of this often tries dangerous things that often lead to her getting hurt.
    Family is extremely important to the she-cat, as is her tribe. Tara dreams of one day learning to protect her loved ones, but she feels no one would want to teach a blind cat to fight. She'll often challenge her siblings to playful fights, that she usually loses.
    However, even though she puts on a strong face and acts tough, Tarabyte feels she'll never be good enough. She thinks that because of her disability no one will ever take her seriously and that she'll never find a mate. She is terrified of disappointing others, and often replays her mistakes over and over in her head.


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  • The Tribe of Rainbow Hues | Sign-ups | HP'S OPEN

    Name: Missing Branch of the Pine Tree (Pine)
    Rank: Shaman To-Be
    Gender: Male
    Age: 7 moons
    Personality: Pine is a shy cat who loves to help others. Some would day he is too trusting, and they would probably be right. The young tom is also clumsy and a bit oblivious, not gifted with the ability to understand sarcasm. He loves to talk with people, even if he doesn't seek them out.
    Appearance: Pine is an average sized tom with a dark chocolate tabby coat and big amber eyes. He has a broad, fuller build giving him the appearance of a fighter. His muzzle looks as if it had been dipped in snow, a ring of white circling his pink nose. Due to complications, Pine was born with only three legs, which is why he took and early interest in becoming a Shaman.
    Crush: N/A
    Family: N/A
    Activity level: 7-8/10
    Other: ;)

  • The Tribe of Rainbow Hues | Role Play Thread

    Dazed from a dream, the broad shouldered tabby shook awake and stumbled onto his three legs. Pine licked some stray moss from his empty left shoulder, before noticing Owl had already left the den. His chocolate coat heated up slightly as he quickly followed the shaman out into the sun. "Sorry Oak," he apologized in his soft voice, settling on his haunches by the elder tom, "what's the plan for today?"

  • READY FOR THE HOLIDAYS? BASKET LITTER!

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    "Believing is succeeding, let’s give it a whirl."
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    Name - Dominik Klaus [Last Name if Given]




    Gender - Male




    Sexuality - Bi-curious




    Species - River Otter




    Alliance - preferably RiverClan, but any will do




    Appearance - Dominik is like any other otter, made of a long dark brown body and short webbed limbs. His tail is strong heavy, dragging across the ground wherever he goes, leaving a distinct trail that basically says "Dominik was here, he went there," which can cause much trouble sometimes.




    He has a heavier build, making him more of a defensive fighter than physical. Under his dark amber eyes are lighter patches of a tan shade, making his face pop and giving him an almost innocent look. His feet, built for swimming with their thick webbing, have short black claws that may not seem much compared to a cat's or a bird's talons, but can be quite dangerous if used correctly.




    Personality - Happy and easygoing, Dominik finds making friends easy. He is a little naive, but this doesn't bother him. The otter often makes terrible puns, like replacing the word "other" with the name of his species, and other annoying ones. He loves to snack on frogs and small fish, and seems to have a tough time with the concept of sharing, so as a result he has developed a plumper body than most.




    [possible plot, not definite] Though, Dominik isn't as naive as he lets off, and he knows when others say mean things about him. He tries not to let it bother him, but over time he will develop a hard mask and start to draw away from others. Eventually he will overcome this funk, but not after it leaves him socially isolated.




    Other - If adopted into a family with a surname he will carry it, but if not Klaus will act as one, and will be passed down if he has children
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  • I'M A NEW SOUL //SHADOWCLAN NON-HP FELINE KITS// I CAME TO THIS STRANGE WORLD

    "Well, you can't get what you want but you can get me."


    Name - Tarkit - Tarpaw -Tarblotch


    Gender - Male


    Sexuality - Asexual Homoromantic


    Alliance - ShadowClan


    "So call in the submarine, 'round the world we'll go..."


    Appearance - Tarkit, as per his name sake, has a long, solid ebony pelt. The wispy fur curls and twists around itself, and would often getting tangled and knotted if not for the cat's constant cleaning of himself. In fact, he'll lick himself almost to the point of being raw, especially when stressed.


    His face is thin and angular, the features sharp and defined from his pointed ears to his dark muzzle. Small mint eyes are accented by the only hairs aloud to grow out, appearing almost like two-leg eyelashes. Crisp ivory whiskers flow back and almost seem to blend into the long fur, almost unnoticeable at times.


    The tom has a wide but thin build, supported by lanky bird-like legs that make him much taller than most cats. If not for his obsessive cleaning, Tar's tail might have been thick and bushy, but as things turn out it looks to belong to a short-hairs, with missing patches here and there. The same goes for the rest of his body, a bit of silky hair there, a bald spot here, some may even think him sickly.

    "Does anybody know her?"


    Personality - From kit hood, Tar will be quiet and spacey, keeping a watchful eye over his mother and siblings. He will rarely, if ever, venture off to meet others, but it is not because he is shy or timid, simply because he likes the solitude. This trait will carry with him all his life, and eventually lead him to become a sort of social outcast, but he likes it like that.

    He will take over the role as a sort of protector to the family, sitting back and making sure they don't get in much trouble. If they did, he would go to great lengths to help them, because they mean everything to him. Tar isn't much of a fighter. In fact, he considers himself a pacifist. However, if you threaten his family he will fight. The idea of murder, though, makes his skin prick.


    Behind the tom's almost stoic demeanor, he is actually a very sweet cat. He carries an air of calm with him, and his soft humor makes him easy to talk with, if you can get that close. Secretly he longs for a partner, though he seeks more of a life companion than what most would refer to as a mate. If he would ever find someone, he would most certainly follow them to the ends of the world.


    "If we're looking out on the day of another dream."


    Disorders and Other - OCD [constant grooming], excessive worry will lead to much stress and possible panic attacks


    "Up on melancholy hill."


    Plot Ideas -
    * A family member (most likely a female sibling) gets in trouble with another cat/gang (possibly a bad tom harassing his sister, for a specific example) and to protect them he accidentally kills the cat/gang member. Horrified, he flees ShadowClan for a while (maybe two or three moons) before returning again (maybe with a partner or adopted kit)


    *He finds a cat that seems perfect, probably an older tom, that tricks him into trusting him with all his heart. After a while, though, they start to abuse and/or betray him. Eventually he will get out of the relationship, but will develop trust issues and a possible phobia to being touched.


    "Up on melancholy hill."

  • Sitting right next to me[Open,Mini-mass adoption]all of my doubt

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    Io | Male | Young | #SolarClan | Burrowing Owl| 1 moon | Medium
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    IC:


    username - Niyu13


    display name - •´¯`•. ηιүυ13 .•´¯`•


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    litter you are applying for - Starry x NPC - Burrowing owl


    name - Io Acadius


    quick appearance - Io is a typical burrowing owl, with dark gold-brown feathers and white spots splattered across his wings. He has a sharp black beak and large, golden eyes with thick white "eyebrows" lining above them.


    quick personality -Io is a fun-loving prankster that loves to startle others. He enjoys digging in in the playground, where he likes to stay at night unless forced inside. He can be quite stubborn when told to do something he doesn't want to, but will follow orders whenever commanded. When he gets older, he will become more serious but still retain his since of humor.


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  • The Tribe of Rainbow Hues | Role Play Thread

    Pine hurried after the shaman, moving faster than most would think a three-legged cat could, but still lagging behind slightly. He repeated the herbs Oak listed softly, almost not hearing his request. "Right, coltsfoot is for whitecough, and to ease breathing, right? Daisy leaf for aching joints, and lavender..." The tabby had to pause for a moment, momentarily embarrassed as he searched his brain for the answer. "Lavender is for cough and fevers, and, um... nerves?"

  • ( I'VE NEVER HAD A HEART TO MEND : BIRTHING )

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    Dresden

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width: 485px; height: 150px; overflow: auto;][justify] Dresden came into the world squealing and squirming. His tabby coat looked darker, coated in the sheen of a newborn kit. Most noticeably, though, was his broken tail, a rounded nub at the end of his slender frame He shivered in the chilly air, crawling closer to the warm body he had come from. The kit did as any other, smelling out the scent of the oh so delicious substance, milk. He suckled quickly, every now and then letting out soft squeaks.[/fancypost]


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  • \\Turn (o)ff the lights// Bored little kit \\Put on a show for me tonight//

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    Ever since Tarabyte had been taken into the tribe she'd been restless. Only a kit of four moons, she wasn't aloud to just wander off by herself like she was used to. And it was getting on her nerves. The petite white she-cat stretched out in the sun, staring up at the sky with sightless eyes, the empty blue clouds reflecting off the sun in a way that may have been painful for other cats.


    And then an idea began to formulate in her head, a wicked idea that could be the cause of trouble. She stood up on her little paws, sniffing around until she caught the scent of nursing queens and made her way to the appropriate den. Then Tara sought out a small group of chatting kits, "Hey," she whispered, "wanna go on an adventure?"[/fancypost]
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  • \\Turn (o)ff the lights// Bored little kit \\Put on a show for me tonight//

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    Tarabyte turned to the tom's voice, not exactly looking at him but close enough. Adults always ruined the fun, the kit thought, but didn't voice as much. "Of course," she lied, obviously, but didn't feel like getting into trouble today. That would be the worst.


    She had wanted to check out this waterfall she heard so much about, but with the older cats watching over her Tara knew it would be hard to get out of camp, much less all the way to the dangerous landmark. "I've been wanting to sniff around the Shaman's den, it smells so funny in there," which wasn't a total lie, she had been wanting to check that out for quite some time, so why not now?


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