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  • SHADOWCLAN SHIPPING

    i actually can kinda see Ratkit and Puddlekit having this super awkward love-hate relationship thats reminiscent of Bramblestar and Squirrleflights relatonship waaaaay back during the new prophecy books; since ratkit annoys the hell out of puddles but at the same time he kinda brings out her playful side so yeah-?

  • MASS ADOPTIONS SIGN UP

    LITTER PARENTS: ??? x NPC [pm kitty-kat. for more information on mother] - Siblings to Puddlekit
    LINEAGE: Pure bred somali in their mothers side, pure bred oriental on their fathers. May look strongly like one breed, or like a mix of the two. Short/medium hair only, plumed tails and angular faces are highly likely, ticked overcoat pattern (somali) and color points are possible, and recessive colors are more likely (reds, creams, blues). Any realistic pelt/eye color are allowed.
    RESTRICTIONS OF LITTER:
    - naming theme is spring related things (rain, flowers, etc)
    - must stay in shadowclan until 8 moons old; and stay for at least 1 month real time
    - will know but not openly talk about who their mother is until later on (it can not even be mentioned in your posts in general)
    - will age semi-realistically, so at either 1 moon every 50 to 100 posts, or real time (on the fifth or each month)
    - these kits are grieving over the loss of their mother, which they witnessed with their own eyes before being brought to shadow-clan, but how they have grieved and coped is up to you
    AGE: 3 months
    RELATIONS: ??? [again, pm klitty-kat. for more information]
    # OF SLOTS: 4




    LITTER PARENTS: Rye whisker x Biscuit
    SIMPLE BACKSTORY: One day while patrolling, loyal warrior Ryewhisker was ambushed and captured by bloodclanners. Ryewhisker fell in love with a kitty-pet named biscuit, who helped her to escape from bloodclan. However, upon returning to the lcan she pushed away all feelings, despite having his kits on the way. As a mother, she became cold and distant, before ultimately disappearing one day. it is assumed she left in search of Biscuit.
    LINEAGE: domestic lh X maincoon; bigger builds are likely, any realistic fur/eye color allowed (no color points though plz)
    RESTRICTIONS OF LITTER:
    - must stay in shadowclan for at least 1 month in real life
    - stay as active as possible please
    AGE: 7 months
    RELATIONS: none yet
    # OF SLOTS: 2

  • I'LL FIGHT YOU | open, introduction.

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    ★ The pessimistic child would sigh as she listened to everyone hustle and bustle around the nursery, giving and irritated huff as one of the younger kits stepped on her tail. Growling and giving a small snap of her jaws to scare the kit, she would close her eyes once more. No sooner had she done that, then the angry mother of the terrified child approached her, hissing and yelling angrily. Puddlekit payed no attention to her words, sighing and standing up. She wasn't in the mood to deal with such pointless arguing, at least not today anyways.


    Padding out of the den, she would drearily glance around, distastefully noticing how bubbly everyone was today. Well, almost every one. An unfamiliar face was scowling, and the cats entire being seemed to radiate with anger. So naturally, puddles padded over to investigate, giving an irritated flick of her ear as she saw the piece of prey he so distastefully threw aside. what a waste. Normally, she would have complained, but seeing as she had spotted ratkit nearby looking nearly as angry, her attention instead focused momentarily on her den mate and she sat down near the seemingly irritable tom-kit, olive green eyes staring blankly at oleander. "I'm puddlekit. You shouldn't waste your food." her voice came out monotone and cold, but she didn't care much. She never did.


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  • I'LL FIGHT YOU | open, introduction.

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    ★ Seeming entirely unaffected by the snarl the small tortoiseshell kitten would simply shrug, a blank look on her face. "No thanks. I'm not hungry." Yawning from boredom, she'd watch him walk away, before looking around disinterestedly. There was hardly ever anything worthwhile to do around here.


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  • I'LL FIGHT YOU | open, introduction.

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    ★ Glancing at Ratkit, her voice would become cheerful and a brief smile would flash over her features as she laughed and gave her answer. "Right. But then again, no one would miss you either." And with that, she to would pad away, although she did soin a good mood, and slipped back into the nursery and out of sight.


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  • flawed design [open, intro. + joining]


    pretty little psycho

    a sleek figure haunted the alleyways on this night, naught but a shadow as they made their way towards bloodclan territory. a ghost perhaps? no, a flash of a pink collar here; the glow of violet eyes in the moonlight there... no, this figure was no ghost. as the 'shadow' reached the hotel, it paused, a small grin forming on the strangers maw as they stepped forwards.


    Pale cream fur was illuminated by the quickly dissapearing moonlight, show to be littered with swirls and spikes of golden orange and splashes of pure white; as an overly feminine figure stood tall, watching the hotel from across the street. Butterscotch couldnt help but congratulate herself on making it there relatively unseen, as sh knew firsthand how hard it was to do so... or at least, how hard it had been around the time she was first born.


    as the dawn light began to filter into the city, she slowly strode forward, easliy slipping inside as she took a deep breath, hyper aware of every sound as she cautiously walked into what would likely be her new home. she politely waited for someone to notce her presence, expecting of course to be questioned and probably threatened. after all, she was a complete stranger to most, as she wasnt even a member yet.

    bio. - plot. - refs.