Posts by Blake.

[font=georgia][size=9pt][color=white]The ebony kitten scanned the three members that had appeared. A tiger and a wolf? Interesting sights, especially considering the environment. "Nice to meet you, Boleyn, Kata, Russia." her pale blue eyes came to a stop on the latter. "A tour would be wonderful, thank you"! Blake did the best do make her tone cheerful. She wanted to make friends, not enemies.

[font=georgia][size=8][color=white]name: Blake
name meaning: blake has a double meaning - it can be translated as 'white' (blaac) or 'black' (blac)
nickname(s): none
surname(s): none

gender: female
sexuality: homosexual
alliance: bloodclan

personality: [composed, bipolar, apathetic, friendly]
Blake's personality is a difficult one to describe. It tranitions between two polar opposites - friendly and kind, quiet and apathetic.

Although she does her best to be kind to everyone, she only trusts and confides in a few individuals to the point of being clingy. Blake never completely opens up, instead revealing herself bit by bit. Some things she will always keep secret to avoid burdening her friends. Blake has problems figuring herself out and instead does her best to figure out others.

She prefers precision to strength and uses strategy instead of brawn to overcome prey and opponents. She enjoys debates and does her best to stay open minded, but cannot stand drama of any sort.

Blake, despite being happy and kind, has a knack for killing and dissecting other species, especially birds. Perhaps it was curiousity over the bodies scattering the territory or colorful feathers that sparked the interest. She collects feathers and bones and other interesting trinkets she finds.

appearance: [sleek, lithe, black]
Blake is a small, sleek domestic cat. She has a small but well-muscled frame. Her eyes at birth are a striking sky blue and gradually fade to yellow as she reaches adolescence. Her fur is neat and never out of place. Blake's body is completely ebony, excluding her eyes and her pale pink nose.
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[font=georgia][size=8][color=white]The femme's breath caught in her throat and she had to do her best not to gag at horrorstory's stench and instead raised her gaze to look into his eye. "Blake. Nice to meet you." She felt a slight shiver travel through her. Foreheads were not where eyes belonged, at least not in her book. But hey, its Bloodclan. Stuff like that was probably the norm.

[font=georgia][size=9pt][color=white]maybe he could meet blake?

[font=georgia][size=9pt][color=white]Blake watched the third tier's tragic death, fighting to surpress a loud snort. It was funny, the diversity in Bloodclan - it ranged from odious three-eyed corpse manglers to the piece of roadkill flopped dramatically a few feet in front of her. What a sight.

Padding up with a severe expression, she feigned a deep, regretful voice. "There were no survivors. Look both ways before you interact with plastic vehicles, kids."

[font=georgia][size=9pt][color=white]These tasks sounded pretty interesting - riling bears, invading territories, making sacrifices to buses. She had yet to meet the tom perched on the high rock, but she could make the 'wild assumption' he was the leader. The ebony she-cat bounded up to the gathering crowd. "I'd like a task, sir!"

[font=georgia][size=9pt][color=white]blake is a newbie here and needs some plots! She tends to be kind, friendly, and a lover of bad jokes/puns, although she can be very manipulative and has no trouble killing/dissecting things.
Shes open for pretty much anything except for death, love, and litters.

[font=georgia][size=9pt][color=white]yes to both! C:
Who makes the threads?

[font=georgia][size=9pt][color=white]Blake padded over to where the kitten was bounding about. She wasn't sure who Jace was, but more than likely he was a clanmate of hers. Perhaps they were friends, even relatives? No matter. The kitten hadn't confirmed his identity and would therefore be treated te same as any other on the border. "Name and business, please," Blake requested. The she-cat had only been in the clan for a short time, so she would wait for this Jace to come and figure out to do with the tiny tomcat. In the meantime she might as well get the basics out of the way.

[font=georgia][size=9pt][color=white]Oh, spiders! Those were fun. Hopefully she could come across cobweb-building ones that wouldn't kill a cat with one bite. "Yessir!" Blake responded with a smile.

[font=georgia][size=9pt][color=white]could you make it maybe?

[font=georgia][size=9pt][color=white]"Nice to meet you, Copperpup," Blake churred, padding up the the canine. Husky pups were pretty adorable, she had to admit. It took all the feline's restraint to keep her from reaching forward and hugging the little puffball. "I'm Blake."

[font=georgia][size=9pt][color=white]Blake had been put off by the rotting corpses bordering their territory in the beginning, but she was beginning to get used to it. Or at least she was trying to make herself more used to it. The dark-furred feline never fancied dirtying her fur with blood and entrails, nor did she enjoy the odor of decomposition.

Behind her she dragged a raccoon she had killed. It was fairly fresh and and had yet to develop a stench. The she-cat rolled the body onto its back and placed a claw on the soft skin at the base of the chin. Then, with a quick stroke, she ripped a gash running down to its lower belly in a fasion reminiscent of unzipping a coat. Intestines swelled out of the wound and spilled onto the sandy ground beneath. With that, Blake hurled the corpse to an open spot beside and older, picked clean skeleton.