Name: Polly the Panda
Age: from 1990 to whatever year.
Gender: Girl
Personality: Shy, silent, nosey, anti-social, sneaky ( at times ( Sorry for laziness )
Looks: Art not mine... [img width=510 height=253]http://th04.deviantart.net/fs7…_by_purrlstar-d7reya0.png[/img]
Job (Switching off lights, Ect. ): Cut off the power.
Species (Fox, Bear, Chicken, Bunny, Ect. ): Panda
Good or evil: 99% good- 1% evil. She's to shy to be evil.
Crush: Nobody
Other: She's like.. an outcast to the other animatronics. She hardly attacks security guards, so she's considered to savethem.
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Pandora's eyes looked down at her mouth, seeing the knife. She totally freaked out, before her hands reached for the knife. She pulled at the knife, before oil oozed from her mouth. She looked over at Kat, before crying out, " Are you ok, Kat?! "
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Polly walked around, her head hung low, as if not to see any other animatronics. She was pretty sure they didn't really like her, anyways. What's the point of working here, if you don't do what your meant to do.. she thought to herself, before stopping. She looked around, her eyes glowing in the dim room.
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Polly noticed Poppy in his cage, so she quickly darted over. Gently- Ever so gently, she tapped his arm, stammering, " P-poppy? Are y-y-you awake? " It was quite obvious she was scared and shy, but sometimes, she tried not to show it. She poked his arm once more, though she felt that was a bad idea. What if he get's mad at me? I bet most of the other animatronics do.. when I'm not looking, anyways.. she thought, before waiting for a response from Poppy.
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Nothing, really. :) The gathering is starting right now, and the leaders are giving the information on the clans, the cats in the clans, and anything new. :3
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Yea, what prophecy? I'm honestly not sure if there even is a prophecy. 
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Hey, Tunable :3
Can you let me know if you've finished drawing Ink and Pebblespot?
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Ok. :)
And it's my Birthday today.

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Recap? Sorry for inactivity, to busy playing Sims4. Again, sorry!

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( Sorry for inactivity. Busy playing Sims4 )
I love it, Tunable! I think the look so adorable. :P
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Aaaah. Okie.
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Yep.
Got it for my Birthday. :PIt's really fun. :3
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Ooc: Meh. Sorry for silence. Dad made me get out Christmas decorations...

Now I want kits for some reason... they're just kind of cute.
Ic: Ink looked over at Pebblespot, before laying down in the nest Pebblespot sleeps in, already starting to drift off. Though she kept her one eye open, it seemed as if she were sleeping. Her one eye was looking up at Pebblespot, her tail wrapped around her small body.
Ooc: I'm not sure what to say, really.

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Lifesimmer is awesome. Her Sims are always cute.
Also, when I got it from Kmart, it was the last one, AND it cost $59.99. It was expensive! -
Ooc: If you guys have 4 kits, I can play as one. :3
Ic: Ink let her tail swish around for a moment, before just barely opening her eye. Sunlight filed into the den, making Ink let out a tired groan. The groggy she-cat closed her eye, before going back to sleep, her nose just barely touching Pebblespot's foreleg.
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Ink's ears flicked, before rising her head, obviously annoyed. " I just can't seem to get so-" she cut off mid-sentence, as her head hit roughly on the roof of the den. Ooouch! That hurt.. she thought wearily, before shaking her head.
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Streamkit is sooo cute.

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Sootpaw sighed silently, worried about what Otterpaw had said about his father, and the scar he gave Otterpaw. After a moment, she ran off, heading towards the Connecting Streams.
( Sorry for the shortness )
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Sootpaw finally reached the Connecting Streams, only to see Otterpaw there. Otterpaw? What's her doing here...? her mind raced, but she only said, " Hey, Otterpaw. What are you up to right now? " The she-cat didn't mention she was worried, but she really felt like it. She waded up to the tom, before taking her place next to him.
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" Otterpaw, don't let your father get to you. He's nothing more than a pain in the hind-quarters. You know that. Also.. my mother was kind of like you're father, but it's not that bad.. " she sighed, though the part about it not being bad was a lie. Her gaze met Otterpaw's gaze, before chuckling. " Bearpaw would kill me if he saw us. He's over-protective over me.. " This embarrassed Sootpaw, for Bearpaw wasn't much older than Sootpaw.