Posts by Marquisetrunks

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FIRST NAME: Marquisekit > Marquisepaw > Marquisetrunks
MIDDLE NAME: None
LAST NAMES: Harbringer-Bonaparte-Cipher-Sharosi-Huff
STARTING AGE: Four-months-old (12 weeks)
AGING RATIO: I'll be aging her in real time.
ALLEGIANCE: ScarClan right now, but later on she might research other Clans, etc.

SPECIES: Cheetah
MUTATIONS: Custom Pelt (fur color)
FUR COLOR: White (Albino)
EYE COLOR: Amber

GENDER: Gender-fluid
BIOLOGICAL GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY: Asexual
ROMANTICISM: Panromantic

PERSONALITY (SIMPLE):
Positive + Ambitious, selfless
Neutral = Obedient, emotional
Negative - Impractical, sensitive

PLOT IDEAS:
- Marq tries to make something nice to show to people, but her stuff isn't exactly very good or useful to some people.
- Marq hears about a big problem in the world today and suggests that everyone does something totally unrealistic and ridiculous to counter it because Marq has no idea how anything works.
- Marq gets a deadly illness because her wings start to grow in, and may die from it.
- When Marq gets older I'll probably have her try and start a family :3[/fancypost]

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+ The cold walls of the castle were the only thing between Marquisekit and freedom. But what kind of freedom? Why, the freedom to go outside, to see where she lived and if she could do ... well, essentially, whatever she wanted to do. Right?

Yet, there was also the satisfaction of staying inside and knowing she was safe and that someone would probably check up on her eventually. She could just stare at a wall if she really wanted. "Yeah, like I'm really going to do NOTHING all day," she muttered to herself, standing up. She was nervous, though, despite all her audacity. Okay, I'll ... I'll wait for someone to come in here. And if no one comes soon, then I'll go outside myself.

And so, she waited and yet no one arrived at her door. Worried and curious beyond her imagination, she decided to just leave her room and took a quick peek into the halls. With one head stuck out of the door, she pondered upon saying hello ... but had no idea about what the rules of the place were. What if yelling was forbidden? With a lick of her lips and an impatient fidget, she decided to be as quiet as possible. Come to think of it, she wasn't even sure that she was supposed to be out here. One thing she did know, however, was that she did NOT want to wait in that boring old room all day.

She still wanted to learn about this mysterious place, and the best way to do that was by herself. She was like a lone wolf, but one with a lot more suavity ... probably. The cheetah slunk down across the floor and walked on the soft, shaky and skilled palms of her feet. Silent as a mouse, she sneaked across the floors until she stumbled across the castle lobby, tripping on accident as she entered. "Oof!" she winced quietly, shaking her left front paw. Good thing that wasn't my right paw since I seem to lean more of my weight onto that one ...

With a humongous amount of inquisitiveness in mind, the white, stripeless cheetah began to explore the grounds, taking in all the smells and scents, although she wasn't sure what many of them meant or why they were there. That was also a troubling finding, but she shrugged her annoyance aside. There was no way she could learn about such things at the moment. She'd work with what she had until someone came along - if anyone ever did.[/fancypost]

[justify]^{Pari, you're awesome and I respect you because you seem like a pretty polite and friendly person. =^)}[/justify]

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+ Her fur spiked up and a shiver of surprise ran up her spine like frost. With a short "Eep!" and a panicked skitter, she whipped around to face someone rather familiar to her: her sister. Her legs were rigid and she seemed as jumpy as a hunted deer, but once she came to her senses and realized who'd popped out of nowhere, she relaxed.

However, her emotions were not calm for very long. Furious with how wimpy her sibling had just made her seem, Marquisekit's stance grew more defensive and large. "None of your business! You don't need to know everything I do every second of the day, now, do you? But, if you must know, I was ... I was checking this area for scents of ... of intruders!

"For all we know, there's a bunch of them nearby, waiting for the perfect victim to show up! Someone like ... like you, for instance." Brindlecub did seem to be a bit on the scrawny side, didn't she? Compared to someone like Marq, Brindlecub didn't seem too tough; after all, she wasn't intimidating, muscular or smart. But Marq was definitely all of those things! Or, well ... on second thought, maybe not so much intimidating, muscular nor very smart yet, but one day she'd be. And it didn't hurt to pretend like she already was a lot cooler than Brindlecub, right? "Don't worry, though, because if anyone actually did try to hurt you, I'd drop kick them! Like this!"

Marquisekit ran toward a wall and leaped into the air, feeling super cool as she did so. She came to the conclusion that she had no idea how to actually drop kick someone a little too late, though, and instead of bouncing off the wall, she accidentally bumped her head into it. Her head throbbing wildly, she sunk down beside the stone wall in a fluffy white ball of pain. "Oops," she muttered. "Well, maybe ... maybe not like that ..."

Still wanting to appear as tough as nails to Brindlecub, she forced herself to get up again. The gal tried to keep a straight face and a proud, confident posture, like a lion, and smiled as she succeeded.[/fancypost]

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+ Her cheeks felt hot red like magma. Well, yeah, I probably shouldn't go doing that, but ... so what? That doesn't mean I'm not tough! She was steamed at how she'd just embarrassed herself like this; really, how could she have been so stupid? Marq knew she still had to prove she was strong. But she didn't know how she'd do that.

Marquisekit shook her head at Brindlecub and rolled her eyes as her sister displayed the audacity to poke her forehead. "It wasn't supposed to happen like that. I wanted to actually kick it and then I'd look cool, but ..." She sighed in embarrassment and shook her head again. "Well, whatever. The real reason I went out here was because I was bored.

"Do you have any games to play or something? Or do you think there's any interesting part of the territory to explore? Maybe there's a battle going on somewhere! Then, I can actually fight! And I'll look cool! Fighting makes people cool, right?"

Marquisekit really hoped she could make some new friends soon. And maybe stop looking like an idiot on the side.[/fancypost]

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+ The night loudly screeched, loudly tumbled and loudly cried with tears of rain and thunder. But the catastrophe that would occur that night was likely something Marq should've expected, and it was definitely something she would never forget. Marquise had listened to people shrieking and rambunctiously running rampant across the halls, but she had been too tired to realize the causes for concern outside her room. As the thunder and lightning outside picked up, however, she began to stir from her rest -- and then, with one large heave and groan, the castle started to fall apart. Ear-piercing tremors began to shake the building, which awoke Marquise very quickly.

Scared and terrified, the little white cheetah sprung from her nest and looked for an escape route as fast as possible, but the only place to run and hide was deeper into the quickly collapsing stone corridors of the castle. Her blood ran cold with fear as a chunk of the above wall started to break off; so, she was forced to flee from her room. She sped out, her claws clicking on the marble floor, only to find that everything would collapse in on her out of the blue. Soon enough, she could no longer move, and she was slammed against the floor. The rough, rugged rocks scraped her cheek mercilessly. She gasped and cried out in pain, only to taste the calamity of the destruction in the air. Debris was everywhere.

"HELP!" she shrieked, wriggling around weakly under the rock that pinned her down. How much more of these rocks would crush her? How much time did she have before that instance? And how badly hurt was she at the moment? Something told her she really didn't want to know. She was sure only bad news was in store for her in the future. "DADDY! BRINDLECUB! SOMEBODY, PLEASE HELP!!" she cried, not wanting to die like this -- or ever, for that matter.

She had no idea what was going on, but she wasn't going to stand for it.[/fancypost]

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+ She winced as he touched her bruised side, but softly sighed. I'm still alive ... Her body was exhausted from the adrenaline-fueled hysteria she'd just gone through. She felt worse than when Brindlecub was making fun of her from running into the wall. And then even more fear hit her as she was set down and she realized that Brindlecub, Templarbrigade and her other siblings could be dead or hurt or scared. If they were, she couldn't help them just by sitting down like this, even if she was badly battered from the castle's ruination.

"I have to ... protect Brindlecub ... !" she murmured to herself as she slowly began to rise to her paws. She winced as she felt a sharp pain in her wrist and looked down at it. It was limp and it seemed like it was at an incorrect angle, but she told herself that she'd live. There were more pressing matters to worry about than herself.

When her father came close, she looked at the male lion's twisted back leg. Tears welled up in Marquisekit's bright orange eyes. "Who cares about how I am right now! Your leg is ... !" She frowned and sobbed, feeling weak and useless in their current situation. "How did the castle fall down? How did all this happen? This is horrible!" She looked around herself, in shock of what had happened.

I can't just sit here and do nothing! "Do you know where Brindlecub is right now?" she asked, her voice raised frantically. She didn't face her father as she asked this, but instead, straightened up, as if she was about to break into a sprint to find her sister.[/fancypost]

i think diable is cool + you also seem friendly ^^

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+ If anyone wants their character to capture and meet Marquisekit after ScarClan's castle falls? (She has a broken paw right now.)

If yes, feel free to make a private thread in the ScarClan board about someone nabbing Marq or something :3

Unless RiverClan doesn't capture kits, which, I suppose, is where my questiono comes into play?[/fancypost]

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+ what if they think she did something like murder someone though? or stealing prey?[/fancypost]

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+ A cowardly, rough outline of the icy-white cheetah stood out against the forest and a quietly crying backdrop. It was lightly raining and the sky gently shed its wet tears slowly at first, then louder and heavier and colder upon the gal's shoulders. It enveloped the cub's unnaturally reposed aura and plastered upon it a look of grace and foolishness, for any man with an ounce of sense would know that the child risked fever by sitting out in the rain like she was now, yet still, there she sat, idiotic and beautifully wise all at the same time.

She was learning.

Her fur was a matted, scruffy mess and she started to shiver, but smiled as happily as any satisfied lad could. However, Marquisekit was definitely not satisfied; truth be told, she was anything but that! "Wow ... sss-so c-c-cold! H-hhha!" She stood up cautiously, as if weighed down by an anvil of nervousness, and locked her legs into place, rigid with frost and a lack of suitable warmth. Her eyes skittered about just as much as she did, and the rash rubberneck's curiously orange eyeballs crash-landed upon the beauty of a large, dirty pool of gunk and mud.

In those few moments of pure ecstasy, she leaped on the chance for mayhem quite literally.

Soon, the cheetah was on a rampage; sending herself flying into the damp soil; tainting her fur a deep, dark brown; turning her clean, white coat into a dirty, dirty, dirty hunk of drab hair. But at least the peaty scent of Earth and leaves was somehow somewhat pleasant. Marquisekit felt quite excited to have discovered the art of making messes; in fact, she took such a liking to it that she wanted to share her knowledge for the whole world to see.

"BRINDLECUB! LOOK, I CAUGHT A PIECE OF PREY FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER!!" Yet, laying on the ground there was deceit. There was none of food or kills, nor even precious meat for the Clan's survival in their world; but across the empty plane, there were pools and pools of icky, sticky mud, which stuck to Marquisekit's skin like the acidic tar of hell. And she loved it like a devil.[/fancypost]

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+ Then, up came a tiny bugger with a face as mean and as sweet as the embrace of death itself, with a scythe of grinning teeth and the tenor of her gait as feverish as an imp. And why was the simple, insignificant child here, when she held no authority, no identity and practically no status among her Clanmates at the moment? But the answer revealed itself both comically and disturbingly in the widely opening jaws of the savage feline; and soon enough, her maw was ready to clamp down sharply upon the long, whip-like tail of her sire. "Boo," she stated, untroubled and carefree; the calm before the storm. The hooligan carried no shame; it was so without saying![/fancypost]