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FAIRYTALE !
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The rogue nodded to the mechanical vixen, despite wanting to rip the tom's fur off in a rematch; but she knew it'd be a while until she was strong enough to actually win against the well-fed male.
// low muse
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FAIRYTALE !
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Sounds awesome! Tracking~
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FAIRYTALE !
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Tracking~
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// after this thread, I'll be roleplaying her as if she's six moons, but during her joining, she was one moon so that is her current age in this thread only
A black-silver maine coon kitten crouched, shivering at the base of a tree, a continuous opera of whimpers escaping her maw as she prayed to any god out there that someone, something would find her. Predator or not, she didn't mind, as long as her suffering ended. Finally mustering up the courage to move, her eyes caught the sight of a crumbling castle, curiosity igniting in her mind and blazing the fear to ashes while the scrawny kit raced towards it without a second thought.
Denmark poked her head inside and cast a glance around the bare hall-ways, her ears failing to pick up any noise. She set a hesitant paw on the stone floor, a quiet call uttered from her throat, "H-hello?"
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FAIRYTALE !
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Tracking~ I'll make a character as soon as my others are under control.
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So there were cats sheltered away in the aged building; interesting. "Uhm, h-hello. I was wondering if; I could join?" Denmark was hesitant about asking, but finally forced the question out. Her breath caught in her throat in a nervous clump, her shuffling paws giving off the signal that she was uncomfortable with all the attention that was laid upon her.
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So many names to so many cats, she guessed she'd have to remember all of them if she were to join. "My name's Denmark, like the country." the kitten introduced herself, fully stepping into the building. It was odd how it seemed to be warmer in the castle, but she didn't notice since she was too busy with enjoying the feel of exhilaration that occupied her chest, her eyes focused on the cats in front of her as she lowered her haunches to sit down on the velvet carpet.
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astronaut – medium difficulty – 32 moons – lunarclan
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Two cats-loner and rogue-stood in a clearing, seizing eachother up with arched spines and pinned ears, but suddenly, the rogue pounced onto the others back to tear at their fur. The loner, being smaller, fell onto her stomach but managed to roll onto her back and, once free from the tom's grip, leap away with amazing speed. Before she could see it coming, he lunged again and knocked the air out of her upon pinning her down. The rest of the fight went by in a flash; fur flew and blood stained pelts, squeals of defense pierced the air.
Weak and starving, the loner gave up and went limp; a sign of victory on the opponent's behalf. The tom snorted before padding away, ignoring the stinging in his wounds, leaving the she-cat to fall into unconciousness. She wasn't too far away from Solarclan's camp, so it wouldn't take very long before she was found; hopefully.
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astronaut – medium difficulty – 32 moons – lunarclan
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A groan left the loner's maw, but she didn't dare to open her eyes, knowing all she would see would be red since blood had gotten to her eyes. Her ears perked up-well, her 'ear' perked up, the opposite one having been torn half way-at the sound of voices, had she been found? The scent of clan-cats hit her nose, causing an emotion of dread to hit her like a bullet-train. Why'd it have to be clanners? Well, they would most likely help her, so she slightly shifted on the ground where she laid, giving them a signal that she was indeed alive.
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"If none is listening, why speak?"
{{ Basic }}
(( First Name )) Alice
(( Middle Name )) Brooklyn
(( Last Name )) Marshall
(( Nicknames )) ----
(( Date of Birth )) September 14, 2002
(( Age )) 13
(( Gender )) Female
(( Sexuality )) Heterosexual
(( Rank )) Citizen
(( Species )) Werewolf
(( Powers )) Changes into a elegant white wolf during a full moon
{{ Love Life & Family }}
(( Relationship Status )) Single-pringle
(( Crush )) Open
(( Boyfriend/Girlfriend )) May develop / Nope
(( Spouse )) ----
(( Children )) No offsprings
{{ Persona & History }}
(( Personality ))
Alice is very quiet, is usually anti-social, and loves to learn. If she had to choose, she'd pick a book over human interaction. She's also very sensitive and is easy to have a break-down.
(( Fears ))
- Loosing a book / place in a book
- Heights
- Death
(( Likes ))
- Being alone in her room
- Knowledge
- Quiet places
- Writing
- Rainy days
(( Dislikes ))
- Loud places / crowds
- The season summer
- Being the center of attention
- Having a break-down
(( History ))
Alice was born in September 14, 2002 but upon birth, her mother passed. Her sister and father cared for her alone, however, her grandfather blamed her for their mother's death and each time her father had to defend her. Until one day, her father died in a car-crash and so they had to live with their grandparents. Their grandmother was kind to them, but their grandfather was still bitter, and so he made their lives miserable for revenge. It didn't affect her sister much, but it practically scarred Alice.
{{ General Description }}
(( Written Description ))
Alice inherited white hair and warm blue eyes, as well as a thin face, round eyes, and pale skin. Her nose is fairly small and her lips are a decent size, not too thin but not too big either.
(( Hair Color ))
White
(( Eye Color ))
Light blue
(( Clothing Style ))
Blue sailor shirt, blue skirt, large coat and combat boots, white thigh-highs as well.
{{ Fun Stuff & Extra }}
(( Theme )) Nonsense Speaker / 戯言スピーカー {english cover by JoyDreamer}
(( Username )) ♚ｆａｋｅ ｆａｉｒｙｔａｌｅ♚
(( Nicknames I Could Call You )) Please call me Fairy
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Denmark blinked as the blanket was thrown onto her shivering frame, snuggling up into the warmth that it gave off as she nodded her head, "Yes please, miss. Nyx!" the kit chirped in a happy tone, lifting herself back onto her paws but didn't allow the cover to slip off her back.
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Denmark returned the kind look, climbing onto the older femme's back and making herself comfortable, "Thanks. Uhm, do you think I could get some food? Anything sounds fine." she asked while her eyes explored the building, curiousity rising in her eyes.
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// nothing fatal, maybe just afew scratches and a gash on the shoulder. cx
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Track for now~
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Alice sat at the base of a tree with her knees pressed against her chest. It seemed she was in a long-going field, the only thing in sight was the tree she was sitting against. Suddenly it all began to go bright and she had to shield her eyes with her arms, until it began to go black, gusts of wind passing her by as if she was falling. The girl then woke with a jerk, beads of sweat rolling down her face, her clothes sticking to her body as she threw off the covers and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Running a quick hand through her elegant white hair-which she hated so much, she lifted herself onto her feet and proceeded towards the mirror, immediately hating what she saw.
The female looked tired and worn down, almost ghastly looking. She looked twice her age. A sigh escaped parted lips and her feet made no noise as she headed for the closet, not really seeing any reason to go out anyway, the world didn't deserve to see someone as pitiful as her.
//this post is so cliché
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Kittens? Great, like they needed more annoying little fur-balls. Redgalaxy pulled on an unhappy expression as she passed by, because her roleplayer was trying to get more active with her but was also too lazy.
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"If you don't live life to it's fullest, what's there to live for?""
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(( First Name )) Étaoin (ay deen)
(( Middle Name )) Saoirse {SEER-shuh}
(( Last Name )) Moore
(( Nicknames )) ----
(( Date of Birth )) December 13, 2000
(( Age )) 15
(( Gender )) Female
(( Sexuality )) Heterosexual
(( Rank )) Heir {?}
(( Species )) Phoenix
(( Powers )) Can transform into a large bird known as a Phoenix, but only in summer. Her ability to change is taken away in winter and autumn, but it starts to come back in spring and she receives it back in summer.
{{ Love Life & Family }}
(( Relationship Status )) Single-pringle
(( Crush )) Open
(( Boyfriend/Girlfriend )) Maybe / No
(( Spouse )) ----
(( Children )) No offspring
{{ Persona & History }}
(( Personality ))
Étaoin means jealousy in Irish, and that name suits her well. She is very rebellious and short-tempered, but when she's not angry, she's quite laid-back without a care in the world; not to mention that she's very confident, often referring to herself as 'awesome.'
(( Fears ))
- The dark
- Grass-hoppers
(( Likes ))
- Risking her life
- Skate-boarding
- Pranking others
- Being outside
- Causing trouble
(( Dislikes ))
- Mature people
- Quiet places
- Being caught for causing trouble
- Not getting what she wants
(( History ))
Étaoin was born in Ireland on December 13, 2000 but at the age of thirteen, she moved to Greece where she had become severely ill and was said to die soon, but lived; she had gained her powers. However, she didn't know how to transform until she was four-teen, but when she did, she found it as a very good thing. She then traveled-or flew- to an unknown town full of people like her and now resides there.
{{ General Description }}
(( Written Description ))
(( Hair Color ))
Light, cherry red
(( Eye Color ))
Light red
(( Clothing Style ))
Red-and-black plaid jacket, black jeans, black shoes, and a beanie with the word 'famous' printed in white. Spiked bracelets and a multi-colored skateboard with a white heart on the bottom.
{{ Fun Stuff & Extra }}
(( Theme ))
Mz. Hyde - Halestorm
Yuki's death - The River Road Noise Machine
(( Username )) ＲＥＤＧＡＬＡＸＹ !
(( Nicknames I Could Call You )) You can call me Fairy or Red, but Red is preferred
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//yeah, I don't really mind either way. cx
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Étaoin raced down the hall with a servant chasing after her, his suit splattered with paint. The trickster had done it again. She finally lost him in the halls and slowed her pace to a stop, still laughing with what air she had left in her lungs, failing to worry about him telling her parents. The girl could care less, being the 'sly dog' she was she'd probably get out of it. In her mind, she was correct, but in reality, she was wrong. The femme was probably seen unfit to be lady, but that wasn't a problem to her, that just meant more responsibility.
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