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    The loud chanting of memories haunted the she-cat as she bolted through the wild trees, the night seeming to be extra dark as she slipped through a wad of webs by accident, racing far and far away as she looked behind her back to see her family split ways. It just wasn't fair, it seemed. The loud roar of a monster screamed in the air and she looked to the massive car as it tore up her old home, the trees falling to the ground with a loud earthquake sound. The young tortoiseshell had done as she had been told by her parents.


    In her jaws she held two siblings, her eyes verging left and right as they processed her surroundings. Inch by inch those naked creatures had taken her family, uncles, grandparents, aunts, cousins, you get the point, away. Her parents had her and three other siblings in the same litter, but they had left her family to escape the process of the twolegs creating a factory. She didn't know if her other siblings were alive, but in her jaws were the most recent litter. The apprentice aged she-cat was running from a fire that had started in her territory when a machine cutting down the trees sparked, and now their whole home was gone.


    Amata was her name. She was running with her siblings, the last thing she saw as her remaining family, her parents, fled with orders to take the kits, and that everyone would bond together soon. But however, Amata wasn't sure at this moment. She had no clue where they would be, and the world around her seemed infinite, although it was most likely not. Amata had her only two siblings she could hold and see, as well as love. They were very new to the world, hardly a week old. She was carrying them with her, trying to find safety for them when they started bawling.


    Unaware that her paws crossed their territory, she bolted into a huge cave carved in the mountain, curling her fluffy soft dappled tail around her body and the kits, near the entrance and the smell of oil and destruction upon her fur from the damage to her old home as she groomed her young siblings, eyes filled with worry and compassion. Although Amata was not their parents, she felt an urge to be motherly and gentle with them, although she was at an apprentice-age, about eight months old. Head resting softly upon her own tail, she fell asleep peacefully with her siblings huddled next to her.

    Fluttering her eyes open after only a half hour of sleep, she snapped aggressively as her eyes flared, anyone who knew her language would understand. "Πηγαίνετε στο διάολο! Είμαι κουρασμένος και αυτά είναι τα κιτ μπάσταρδος μου!" She snarled, Amata being a Greek female. It was all she expected that a Greek-based clan would know their own language as she backed away in fear and anger.


    Amata had said Go the hell away! I'm tired and these are my kits bastard! But likely nobody knew that. Her tail lashed as her shoulders hunched tensely, her eyes with roaring blood red irritation and exhaustion. In her mouth were her siblings as she glared, daring any of them to reply back, not knowing they likely didn't know what she meant. Amata glared with fury as her eyes glistened with pure strength and carelessness.


    Her fear quickly went extinct as she noted a little kit and a fox looking thing with tails. Cats killed foxes, right? Amata seemed rather shaky in her stance, as she huffed cold air fluffy tail whipping around back and forth as she tried to seem strong after the fear came back again. She was well out numbered if they decided to kill her, but she was hoping not. Defensively dropping her siblings behind her and standing over them, the feral cat had a snarl upon her face and a savage stance as she grew strong and firm with her paws, tail lashing.


    "Αγγίξτε τους και θα πεθάνεις, θα άγριο θηρίο! Επιστροφή λέω, πίσω!" She snarled, otherwise saying touch them and you'll die, you savage beast! Back I say, back! Amata was not in the mood for bullshit between somebody over a little bit of rocks she was taking for territory to sleep in temporarily. She was starving, tired, pissed off, forlorn, and scared all at the same time. She wasn't a simple 'put on a happy face!' Kind of girl. She had a sense of feelings, and right now everything bad was in her mind right now.

    hi there! i'm be aware on the site, a semi-advanced to advanced roleplayer. i am a total writing geek, & a huge warrior cat geek, & a huge geek about powers, etc. otherwise, this site would prob fit perf for me c:

    Well, that was the irritating thing. If she was speaking a different language then them, it was very obvious she knew none of English. "Δεν μπορείτε να καταλάβετε, αλλά να πάρει την κόλαση μακριά! Δεν είμαι σας πληγώνει ή κάποιος άλλος, είμαι απλώς αβλαβείς εδώ με τα αδέλφια μου και χωρίς τους γονείς τους! Δεν είμαι καν το φαγητό σας λεία. Συμμαχίες και ηλίθια θέματα έδαφός τους!" She spat with a snarl, glaring. Otherwise saying I don't understand you, but get the hell away! I'm not hurting you or anyone else, I'm just harmless here with my siblings and without parents! I'm not even eating your prey. Clans and their stupid territory issues!


    Amata see, had a thing about clans. Her parents had spoken English and Greek, but had refused to teach her for whatever reason. However, they told of how they fell in love upon a clan only for their love to be ruined by other clans constantly attacking each other over simple dominance, and the unnecessary fight for food and aggressive lies so they had an excuse to cause a revelation. Such as prey. She saw what they meant now. They were all up in her face speaking a foreign language and snapping at her aggressively.


    Although she was being aggressive herself, you couldn't blame her. With the look of her ruffled up fur like she just woke up after a long party and her eyes tired and burning red like flames, as well as the weak trembling, she was nearly skin and bones. Perhaps they were clueless to the fact she was starving, tired, pissed off, and scared considering the fact she looked like she hadn't slept in days and the smell surrounding her of fresh oil and twolegs. The kits behind her were all mewling loudly in complaints of fear as she lashed her tail daring them.


    "Έχω χωρίζονται από την οικογένειά μου, κουρασμένος, που μεταφέρουν ένα κομμάτι της οικογένειάς μου γύρω από την προσπάθεια για την προστασία τους από το έδαφος, τα τρόφιμα, και το δράμα εμμονή psycopaths, και πεθαίνουν από την πείνα! Τι είναι ο Θεός καταραμένο το πρόβλημά σας;" Snarled the she-cat. I've been seperated from my family, tired, carrying a piece of my family around trying to protect them from territory, food, and drama obsessed psycopaths, and starving! What's your god damn problem?

    Amata glared as their lips moved creating the most oddest words she ever heard. Although, they were somewhat familiar to her own parents language. Her eyes were piercing through them as she lashed her fluffy tail, still standing protectively over her siblings not wanting to disappoint her parents in the simple task of protecting them from what she saw as brain-damaged territory freaks. Curling her lips outward, she snapped.


    "Απαιτώ να μάθω τι κάνω ότι πρέπει να χνούδι λίγο την πλάτη σας και ανακινήστε γαϊδούρια σας και φιλί μου στο πρόσωπο επειδή παίρνετε τόσο κοντά σε μένα είναι κυρίαρχη καθάρματα όταν κάνω τίποτα! Σε ό, τι είμαι, βλέπω κανείς σε αυτό το κρησφύγετο, επίθεση, και δεν τρώω φαγητό ή τίποτα!" She snarled. I demand to know what I am doing that you must fluff your little backs and shake your asses and smooch me in the face because you're getting so close to me being dominant bastards when I am doing nothing! As far as I'm concerned, I see nobody in this den, being attacked, and I am not eating food or anything!


    What she said was sort of funny but a sign of irritation as well. Amata didn't want to put up with this bull shit. The caramel and darkened tan she-cat curled her tail upwards and forward like a scorpion style tail, but a sign of dominance in a dog and cat world as her sharp claws glistened in the sunlight that her paws and half of her face were in, a shadow cast over the rest of Amata.

    it's extremely cliquey, and perhaps i'm the only one that sees it;;


    my thread has sunk to the bottom twice, and there has only been two replies. i keep waiting for it to get boosted back up before i reply to one of the only characters there post, but however it has fallen and sunk. it obviously is not because of inactivity, as the thread was ignored after a lot of posts from other threads were made.


    + every time i post, the character is ignored. i understand that my character can not talk or hear, but the fact that nobody even takes a glance at them is very annoying. plus, like some others say, the main theme of the clan is 'badass' or otherwise, constant cats with the same personality. i've only seen two characters that are not like it.


    i was very drawn to it when i noted the fact that it is different from other clans. yes, a lot are blood and gore. but they are independent, and yet they've never failed very much. however, the cliquiness is draining my time to make semi-advanced posts.


    so i think it's very cliquey, and it really is starting to repel me and bring out my character.

    Name: Galaxycub > Galaxyatmosphere
    Gender: Female
    Personality: Galaxycub is rather interesting. He is completely unpredictable. A mystery. He is manipulative and silent, sort of introverted. Because he is mysterious, and picks up on things quickly. He rarely talks to prevent others of knowing his plans. He nods and shakes his head, but rarely does his lips move. He is a secret villain, a murderer that can turn the tables in all sorts of ways. Galaxycub is like a villain in disguise as a silent creature. He can sometimes do psychical harm to his clanmates if they irritate him, and the only words that he seems to say is threatens that he means if someone is too annoying or rude.

    well, i used to post on about 3-6 threads when i logged on but i'm not interested in it anymore /w\


    i don't see the leader very often, and i can tell he is obviously there because he posts over my threads, although perhaps everyone just misses a near death thread q.q + the best way to fix cliques is bringing characters into the picture, and i don't think anyone really cares.