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[justify]_{Name: Redkit > Red
Allegiance: The Revelation > Rogue > RiverClan
Rank: Kit > Rogue > Unknown/Undetermined}

_{Sex: Female
Gender: Female
Romance: Demipanromantic
Sexuality: Heteroflexible}

_{Playlist: 50 songs that remind me of Red. (click)}

_{Stats:
STAMINA: 8; She can endure for a long time, much like the tortoise in Aesop's The Tortoise and The Hare.
BRAWN: 5; She's not the strongest out there, but is at least tougher than an infant.
SPEED: 8; She's pretty speedy, and can run around 20 or so mph. She's still not the fastest cat out there, though.
NIMBLENESS: 7; Red's pretty good at dodging attacks, due to her good stamina and intuition, and can also dish out attacks pretty fast as well. This also helps her flexibility and jump strength, although those aren't quite as good because of how she lacks in strength.}

_{INTUITION: 9; Red is rather good at predicting things, spotting patterns and understanding connections and meanings. This means she isn't as practical or down-to-earth as most people (which can make her socially inept at times), but she still "gets things" more than most people do.
CHARM: 2; This feline frankly sucks at forging relationships with others. Most people will end up disliking her, but a special few may see something in her that others don't ... just not at first glance.
BRAIN: 6; She's definitely not the sharpest tool in the shed, but she is sharp in some form or another. She's good at learning stuff and making up for her flaws to an extent, but can still make major slip-ups here and there. In a way, she's still learning how to learn!
EMPATHY: 5; Red is good at sensing the emotions of others, and while she isn't perfect at it, she cares about most people nonetheless. It makes it harder for her to hurt people (and even prey), but at the moment, it's not so high that she wouldn't consider doing it every now and then. Still, when she does act on malicious intent, it's often to no avail or weakened by her own emotions.}

_{BATTLE PROWESS: 5; She's not the best, but she's certainly not the worst. She can at least hold her own against an average cat her age. Considering she's never been trained in combat, maybe she'll have a knack for it someday; a reluctant knack.
HUNTING ABILITY: 3; Red doesn't know how to hunt well, but at least knows how to catch a rodent. And maybe a beetle.
MEDICAL KNOWLEDGE: 0; Plain and simple: Red has never developed any of the skills required to be a medic.
MAGIC SKILL: 1; She doesn't have any powers, nor would she know what to do with them if she did ... Or does she?
DIPLOMATIC QUALITIES: 1; She doesn't handle conflict very well and has never acted as a mediator.}[/justify]

[justify]_{Physical Description: Red is a black-orange-and-white tortie with butterfly-blue eyes. Her colors are very reminiscent of those often seen on Halloween. One eye (the left one) can appear to stare into space sometimes because it's that eye that she can't see with. She has over 50% white; most of which takes up her entire body, save for the few dabbles and swishes of orange, brown and black on the overhead of her physique. She practically looks like an oil panting if the artist had accidentally spilled paint all over it.}

_{Red often holds her head low and humble, like a knight. However, she isn't anything close to a knight in shining armor; for her fur is a kaleidoscope of colors; her sheen, dull and practically nonexistent, except for grease; and - not to mention - her smell. That smell is a living nightmare to be around.}

_{As a cat who grew up without manners, parents or much of an outside world, Red never honestly learned how to groom herself properly. When it comes to respect, she's always acted a bit more like a pig than a cat. On ships, no one taught her how to groom because she had never really needed to, and if there was something in her fur, she could always lick it out, or the sailors would wash it out for her. She never concerned herself with her appearance, either, unless she felt ill or sick, as she was fearful of contracting diseases or parasitic bugs. Living on a ship was similar to living on a whole other world.}

_{Red also has fur as long as Rapunzel's, which requires a lot of maintenance and since it often goes without being taken care of, it's not uncommon to see it in kinks, knots and ties (all of which are very annoying). Her tail is usually carried between her legs, dragging along the ground or sweeping just above the Earth's surface. It makes her look rather submissive and lacking in confidence most of the time, like a train-wreck.}

_{Her claws exist, yes, but they are often never drawn out, even when hunting. She relies on her teeth to kill prey, as that was how she was trained to hunt. It rarely gets her anywhere much, but she doesn't enjoy making bloody kills. When hunting, one must become a cobra: fierce and lethal, which is definitely not what Red is most of the time.}

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_{Age: 5 years
Voice: Naminé}

_{Eye Color: Blue
Breed: Heavily Mixed
Height: 11 in.
Weight: 6 lbs}

_{Handicaps/deformities/etcetera: Blind eye (left)}[/justify]

[justify]_{Personality Type: INFP
Alignment: True Neutral
Shape: Star; kind of spiky, but in a way that makes her stand out. She's like a circle and a triangle combined.
Disorders: Bipolar I
Current Bipolar Phase/Episode: Depressive}

_{Personality: ^{Redkit is a bouncy, delightful young child, and has about as much energy in her as a balloon does with helium. She is a people-pleaser at heart, and only wants to make friends with others. Sometimes, her emotions can get out of hand and she may get mad at someone, throw violent fits, etc., but it's usually because she thinks she knows what's best. She's just a child; she doesn't understand the difference between right and wrong yet. Besides; sometimes, her behavior isn't (entirely) up to her. She has an underlying disorder called Bipolar I, and boy, is it a pain to deal with.}}

_{Red is a risk-taking scavenger that goes wherever the road takes her. She's a vulture that follows the river of life. For her age, she's naive, inexperienced and vulnerable; she has little knowledge of most things a normal feral feline would know. She was never even taught how to hunt; so, she makes her decisions based on how she feels, luck and chance.}

_{Because of this, she's highly intuitive, smarter than she thinks she is and has a knack for problem-solving under normal circumstances. She's also very ambitious, brave and strong-willed. She's much like a small child or a student with big dreams for their future. Her personality can go to the very worst and best of extremes because of a genetic personality disorder she has, called Bipolar I.}

_{Red's love for others' joy knows no bounds. She holds her heart out and squeezes from it the requests of others; then, places answers back in their palms. Felines not unlike herself are used to the unpredictability of the world despite their own generosity and pleas for stability. Sooner or later they get used to it, and sometimes even prefer to go with the flow of things rather than foreseeing the treacherous obstacles ahead of them.}

_{Red never faces a single day without her back to the wall.}

_{Like a lone wolf, Red often lives without a pack of friends by her side. She goes down the trail of life alone and without much solace, and she often finds herself starving both emotionally and physically because of this. While she wishes she could keep friends by her side, bad luck sticks to her like glue. Tragedy tied itself to her the day she was born.}

_{The relationships she's had in the past have molded her into the reserved, quiet woman she is today. Her silence says it all. She often keeps her emotions to herself when she can and tries to bottle everything up until one day; it all just explodes. She's very in tune with her heart - as well as the hearts of others - and sometimes wishes she never had one in the first place. Empathy comes to her naturally, even though she hates and fears most people because of her bad history with them.}

_{Being by herself most of her life without learning proper morals for herself has led her to become upset with herself on more than one occasion. She can't stand her own mistakes and how broken she is herself.}

<sub>+ People-pleaser; adaptable
= Introverted; emotional
- Low self-esteem; impulsive</sub>

_{DESIRES: Red isn't rich; that is to say, she is only rich in misfortune. When one is this poor, it's the little things that add up. Like the need to survive, to keep oneself afloat in an ocean of life, even if one does not necessarily know how to live in the first place ... Red has never learned how to live; how to hunt; heck, even how to love.}

_{Yet; she seeks out love anyways, whether it be in the streets of New York, under the bridges of Oklahoma City or over the vast expanse of blue called the ocean. She is persistent, and she is sensitive in forging friendships. In this regard, she is much like a lily, dangling delicately in the breeze; presenting itself in a fragile stance for all to see. She hopes for others to like her, yet at the same time, still does not entirely understand how friendship works.}

_{While she hunts down the necessities and luxuries in life, there still remains one thing left: competition. To be the best that no one ever was; who doesn't dream of such a thing at least once in their lifetime? Red's no different; she strives for perfection, maybe even unhealthily so. She really does want to appear as best as she can; although, to her, this means trampling others in the process. It is something she - at times - has difficulty doing, but she's done it before.}

<sub>- Survival (food, water, homeostasis, etc.)
- Acceptance/Approval (friendship, acknowledgment, love, etc.)
- Perfection (to appear knowledgeable, better than others, respectable, etc.)</sub>

_{FEARS: When someone makes mistakes, it's best to admit to them, right? But Red doesn't entirely understand this; she sees how it can help, yes, but being found to be flawed just ... hurts. And Red makes mistakes a lot -- like, a lot a lot.}

_{She fears rejection like how one fears their own shadow. She fears rejection like how a sheep fears a wolf. She fears rejection like how a man fears the inevitability of his own death. Similar to death, she knows rejection is inevitable sometimes; even when she avoids it, however, she still comes across it. One day, maybe she'll realize she can't stop avoiding it forever, but that day is likely to not be any time soon.}

_{Conflict is very similar to rejection in one way: they are both terrible! However, there is a key difference between them; that is, conflict is avoidable. Conflict can be stopped. And conflict must always be stopped, right? Still, conflict is something to fear; she stays away from it. When she gets dragged into it, she reacts as if she's been given a wake-up call and doesn't every act happy about it. Who does, though?}

_{And her failures -- failures are the cracks in her mirrors. They are her biggest flaws of all; she would know. She's made a lot of them in the past. She hates herself for them and would give the world to stop making them. She just doesn't know how or why she causes them to happen, except that it was because she did something wrong. It's not hard to see why she never forgives herself for them.}

<sub>- Rejection (being hated, being unhelpful, feeling useless, etc.)
- Conflict (emotional fights, physical fights, stress, etc.)
- Failure (disappointment, not being good enough, being seen as worthless because of her losses, etc.)</sub>

_{QUIRKS: She dislikes people who try to boss her around for no good reason; especially, when someone (maybe even that same person) has already told her what to do. Most people get annoyed by this, but Red just has a lower tolerance for it. It might be because she normally thinks of people bad or a nuisance from first glance anyways.}

_{Shy and unsure, she also carries around a stammer with her, although it isn't always out of nervous. Sometimes it's just because of the speed she's talking or thinking at. Other times, it's who she's talking to. And once in a while -- well, you really can't say for sure, except for the fact she does it out of habit.}

_{Red also has quite the "sailor mouth," if you know what I mean -- Get it? Anyways, while she only swears in her head, she does say many sailor phrases on the daily (including sailor swears). If oversea profanity's the game, then Red's the name that'll be sure to play it.}

<sub>- She is annoyed by people who try to push her around and/or control her, although often never voices said opinions.
- She stammers and trips over her words when her mind is thinking too fast or too slow.
- Knows lots of sailor stuff/human things. Often voices sailor terms.</sub>

_{[justify]BACKSTORY: Boats float off into the sunset every second of every minute of every day -- or, maybe not. How would Red know? Heck; she didn't. Ignorance is bliss, but maybe it's time a certain curious child oughta' introduced herself to boats sometime. Because boats took everything with them: Love. Romance. ... Tragedy; maybe. But what would Red know?}

_{Well ... what did Red know?}

_{Let's start from the top: Red was born in The Revelation. She always sought and searched for support and acceptance from those around her. She loved being the center of attention of a kid, and it's not a surprise that she's gone a bit too far in her endeavors at times. She always fiercely loved her family; they were all she had; so, when they all suddenly just ... disappeared -- well, she doesn't like to talk about it. But she became a queen!}

_{... Or she would've liked to. The only thing she became queen of was the vast, empty, painful void that had made its home in her heart. She was attached to a parasite called loneliness. Every time it bit into her, she winced; wanted to cry; and wished her family would come back. But crying; wishing; hoping -- she learned real quick that those don't do anything for anyone. They were just false promises, like many things in her life were at this point.}

_{Let's say her heart shrank two sizes smaller that day. And so did her smile. And so did her health. And so did her world.}

_{A frown stretched across her fair face from then on, and a twinkle caught in her eye every time she saw groups of happy, tranquil creatures wandering around without a care in the world. A twinkle which got caught in her eyes like a fly in a spiderweb. A twinkle that she couldn't rid herself of, even if she wanted to.}

_{Isolated from her family for what seemed to be permanently, she went off to find a new home; but where? Neverland? Nonexistent. The big city? Unlikely, but probably, yet -- Oh! How about a river? ... No, too many fish. That sounded gross.}

_{Sad, lost and confused, she wept many a time on the way there. The calico lost herself in a large city near her old home, and soon made it out toward the sea, scared of the loud noises, large trucks and dirty streets she constantly found herself on. She hung around the docks and the ships, scanning the horizon and the calming; calling; completeness of the forever expanding blue.}

_{She recalled The Revelation's camp wistfully, but knew she could never go back. It bore too many bad memories. There was nothing left for her there. It was no longer anyone's home.}

_{There, at the docks, was a boat that had been standing still. That's what she thought, anyways, but she'd later learn that it was not standing still, but lying in wait. And at those very same docks, she met a man and his boat.}

_{No; not a human man.}

_{He was not the most handsome thing in the world, but he looked like he took care of himself, which was pretty attractive in its own right. He was a bit older than her, but he still noticed her standing out on the dock one day and offered her some fish. They chatted for a bit, and the girl giggled graciously at his jokes and compliments. He soon invited her onto his boat, set-up a good way for her to introduce herself to his humans and taught her how to catch rats in order to earn her keep on the ship.}

_{They forged a tight relationship almost instantly. In their worst of times, the other brought comfort to them. They had rough instances, such as arguments and clashing morals, but both were often mature about their differences. Whenever they hurt each other, they tried to patch the wounds; especially, when stuck out over sea for many months at a time.}

_{They did not begin to have romantic feelings for each other until the male began to talk about love one day. One thing led to another, and they began to talk about how they both thought it'd be nice to have a lover by their side.}

_{Of course, this stirred their thoughts for a few days, and it was the male who worked up the courage to confess to Red. She accepted his love, but only wanted to date for a short period of time, just to test the waters.}

_{She jokingly added, "No flirting!" He expected such a thing, due to how well he knew Red. They went slow in their relationship, with Red loving him unconditionally, and him loving her all the while. Oh; by the by, they ended up flirting a lot, too.}

_{All, of course, was started by the lady-lover himself.}

_{... Maybe this man was a bit too in love with the ladies. Maybe.}

_{It was a sunny day at first, but then everything took a dark turn for the worst. They had docked at a nearby human settlement (not as crowded as the cities they often went to). And Red's lover had disappeared.}

_{The humans called for him for three. Days. Straight.}

_{Fed up, she fled for a night, desperately searching him out, thinking she could find him just as easily as she found rats. And what she found was not a man, but a rat. A rat of the man she once knew.}

_{Whispering sweet nothings to an unfamiliar woman; one that Red didn't know.}

_{Enraged, she screamed at them: both of them. She yelled; shrieked; cried, even; the woman's snarky remarks didn't help. She just couldn't control herself, nor could she understand how this was happening. This couldn't be real, but it was. She was trapped, trapped in an eternal nightmare, and then ... Then came the worst of the storm.}

_{Red unsheathed her claws, her eyes staring down the woman as if she were a meal. At first it was just one furious swipe of the claws; then two; then three; and when the woman didn't back down ...}

_{Red stared down, satisfied by the glazed eyes and limp limbs of a woman she never knew. She licked the blood off her lips; then, spit it out, as if it were mere dirt in her eyes. She craned her head over to the male, only to find a horrified expression, someone much like a cat on hot bricks and the shell of someone who she once cared for.}

_{He was a dirty, cruddy, disgusting rat now. The once clean cat she had known before ... she saw him for who he really was, right then and there.}

_{And his -- his terrified eyes.}

_{She realized instantly why he was so fearful of her. The shy little girl who had once been so small and meek had just ... Killed. Killed; killed, she had -- !!}

_{"I- I ..."}

_{Have no excuse; have no one else to blame; have nothing to say in my defense?}

_{Confident in herself, she grinned light-heartedly his way.}

_{She was arrogant, and she was wrong.}

_{"You killed her!" he screamed finally, shaken out of his initial shock. "She didn't have any claws ..."}

_{She frowned, eyebrows knitted together, but eyes wide at the same time. No; she didn't want to believe it, but she had to. So she tried to distract herself from what she'd done; justify it somehow; tell herself that anyone else would've done the same in her shoes! "Well, she was a jerk! Maybe no one liked her anyways, and she was just ... lonely. Or something ..."}

_{Her eyes narrowed to distrusting, snake-like slits and locked gazes with the male.}

_{"Why were you even hanging out with her? HELL, what were you DOING? ... Why? Why did you --"}

_{He stepped back a few steps, and it shocked Red by how scared he was. She supposed there were some facets to him and her they'd never seen before, despite their many years living together.}

_{"It ... It was wrong of me. But, uh, I wanted some ... practice? Sh- She was friends with some humans around here, so I figured I could also ... get you something from her?"}

_"..."

_{Liar, she thought. Lies.}

_{"How many other women are you 'practicing' with?"}

_{No response came.}

_{"... We're over; I'm done with you."}

_{"W- Wait! Red!"}

_{She didn't look back. She thought the city was a place she could handle, since she knew how to hunt ship rats. She thought she didn't need him. She thought she'd never think of him again, ever.}

_{Guess what?}

_{She was wrong.}

_{She came back to land starving, confused and broken. A few weeks later, she soon came to regret everything: killing the she-cat, breaking the male's heart, leaving the ship ... What was she thinking? She had killed someone!}

_{Had that woman had a family? A husband herself? Kids?}

_{Were they wondering where the woman had went? Had they found out that she had died? Had they discovered her dead body? Had they chased after Red, congregating an army to hunt her down as we speak?}

_{Did Red deserve it, and would they really think that?}

_{Yes, and yes. She'd be angry; so, she knew she could bet her bottom dollar that they'd be angry, too. Why was she so stupid?}

_{*, I'm such a *! An oar! A clown ...}

_{An idiot at its finest.}

_{She couldn't forgive herself. Lost and alone (and wishing she was a landlubber), she traversed through harsh terrains until she came across RiverClan. Her thoughts had tortured her thoroughly for days on end, and her hunger ate away at her. This was her only swell for her, and she had been chasing it for a while.}

_{The swell from beyond ... was upon her.}

_{And boy; did it smash her into reality like a tsunami on the shore. She met RiverClan on ... well, not the best of terms. It seemed like she only met others when she was either: A.) desperate; or B.) pathetic.}

_{To gauge how awful her introduction was, her first words were literally, "* you." Wow. She must've been quite the tactician because she sure as heck felt sorry for herself.}

_{Boats float every day of every month of every year, but Red had already gotten her fill of ships and sailing and whatever else sailboats took with them. She was done with it. While land wasn't a great place, either, and she already had a few things to regret on it, she knew she was made for it.}

_{Yes, it was better to turn her back on sailing for good; besides, a new boat awaited her in RiverClan. -- One that held enough landlubbers to fill all the seven seas.[/justify]}

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(includes subplots)}

_{Current --
Red feels an urge to find a place she's never seen before. Once she appears there, she takes a nap, only to be awoken by a RiverClanner. Their meeting starts off rough, thanks to Red's initial surprise, but the RiverClanner soon allowed her in anyways. Red is fearful of RiverClanners and wants to avoid them when she can, yet is grateful for their generosity all the same.}

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_{/ Please read the whole thing! I know it looks long, but according to wordcounter, it only takes 1 minute to read. I'm only asking for 1 minute of your time to read this super cool thing I worked hard on. =^)}

_{— She was finally here.}

_{Fadoodle, facundity and fish floated - in scents - off the fringes of the vast, sweeping shore. Before her very eyes stood a broad, watery blanket of bright blues and shimmering lights; at the nucleus of the amalgam stood an offbeat, dream-like island. Nearby, a machine of some sort waded through the waters right alongside it.}

_{Red recognized the contraption right away. A ship!}

_{So this is what I've been walking to, she thought, stuck in between her surreal thoughts of truth and fantasy. She gawked at a masterpiece so welcoming and wonderful; it must've been made by the Muses themselves. It was then she grasped at the traces of an epiphany: this - this here - if anywhere, meant that there was balm in Gilead.}

_{... A mirage, she thought. A grim, bored expression fell upon her fair face. "Can't be real. Can't be ..." She shook her head; her eyes closed and shut tight like locked windows. "I should get some rest until ... until my head clears up."}

_{She was prone to seeing things that weren't there; especially, when starved for many days; like today. The girl refused to be forced into crazed submission for her tyrannical subconscious; so, to sleep it was. Her hunger could wait until tomorrow, or maybe it couldn't and it would smite her in the land of Nod: a thought which Red wasn't sure if she minded or not.}

_{In a quandary, yet moored in decision as always, the muddled feline traveled over to a comfortable, cozy and cuddly bush to call a temporarily home sweet home, and then settled down into a warm dream of milk and honey.}

_{... Well, it wasn't quite milk and honey. It certainly wasn't going to be when she woke up, because if Red thought she could get away with a peaceful day of rest, she would soon be in for a Rude Awakening™.}

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px none transparent; color: default; font-family: verdana;][hr][justify]_{— I love the idea, but what bothers me is the cause-and-effect to why they got in the cave in the first place; why only they went; why the cave coincidentally ends up collapsing ... I prefer something that feels less forced.}

_{They can be urged to meet up when one of them gets hurt in a cave, so they all rush there together -- maybe after forming a patrol in camp? It'd make sense that only they went, because they're the only ones that feel the instinct from their character bonds. Then they find, say, a dragon with rabies and run into the cave for shelter, letting the dragon ram the cave, and that's what causes the cave-in?}

_{What do you all think?}[/justify][hr][/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px none transparent; color: default; font-family: verdana;][hr][justify]_{— I have a mass adopt template you could use! ^^ Or I could host the mass adopt? I've done it before, and I'm on (practically) 24/7, so I'd have time.}

_{more like 12/7 tbh}

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px none transparent; color: default; font-family: verdana;][hr][justify]_{— Closing since I found one. Thanks for helping! ^^}[/justify][hr][/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px none transparent; color: default; font-family: verdana;][hr][justify]_{— ENTRY: "Burning Bloods; Fleeting Floods — RED'S BIO"
Last updated: 6/4/16 (American Date System) at 05:15:28 am
Status: Complete
Notes: Done!}[/justify][hr][/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px none transparent; color: default; font-family: verdana;][hr][justify]_{— I can help. =^) Minus my own entry, of course.
Sorry the mass adopt thread's not up yet! ^^' It'll be up soon!}

_{EDIT: Done! — X}

_{EDIT 2: Sign-ups! (Click)}[/justify][hr][/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px none transparent; color: default; font-family: verdana;][hr][justify]_{— RiverClan needs help finding parents for the mass adopt. Thus; this thread was created.}

_{If you wanna help RiverClan out, fill out the form below! =^) Any and all help is appreciated!}

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_{— Link to the Adoption!}

_{Don't want to sign-up, but still want to help? Put the mass adopt's link in your signature!}

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_{— Blamed yet guiltless blue eyes stayed hidden under chalky eyelids. The resting, exhausted girl did not wake at Venuscrown's touch; instead, she remained where she was and slept. Most of her body dripped with the color white, as if she was born of snow, and paint-like, black-and-orange dabs; streaks; splotches -- they dispersed across her entire backside. It was as if an artist had accidentally splattered dye across their clean, perfect canvas.}

_{And that was exactly how Red felt; right then and there.}

_{Slowly, slowly came a rustle, which stirred her conscious so much as to cause her eyes to open just a crack. She did not crane her head to check IF A LUMBERING, TOWERING BEAST WAS WAITING TO KILL HER; ... but, rather, she -- she listened.}

_{And she heard noises; ... steps; ... a rustle; yet, before she had time to even think, paws tore into her sides, tore over her and metaphorically tore and ripped her open -- and her insides - her emotions - they all fell out, right there.}

_{It was a sad sight to see.}

_{The shadow of Death lurked close by and struck, clutching her by her very soul and dragged her from the only protection she had from violence -- which, ironically, had still failed her in the end. In a way, its only purpose was to serve as a concentration camp for her doom. Warblerwing even stabbed her with her eyes; Red was vulnerable.}

_{The girl was practically shivering, as if she had just been dropped into a lake of cold, icy water. She stared up at her attacker, her mouth agape and opened to scream, but no words came out -- only silence and fear radiated off her lips as instinct and stress gripped her. She seemed to shrink in her coat, like a mouse, until she finally reduced herself to a bundle of raw, terrified nerves. Every single defense of hers shattered, she started to cry -- because that was all she knew how to do.}

_{In that moment, she knew.}

_{She was going to die alone.}

_{Was her mate even alive? Would her family even miss her? No, and no, she figured. But she knew she'd die if she didn't move; if she didn't fight ... if she even tried. Who am I kidding? Red didn't know how to fight, and this weak, scrawny-assed chick would almost certainly lose in a fight; nor did she want to fight others anyways.}

_{She was doomed; she was damned ... she was -- so dead.}

_{Sluggishly, she shut her trap, and she sniffled like a baby. She didn't see the point in doing anything if this was a battle she just couldn't win. There was no hope left for her.}

_{There never has been.}

_{She didn't know what to say. What she wanted to do was to say whatever this woman wanted to hear, but that probably wasn't going to happen with Red's luck. And in case you couldn't tell by now: Red wasn't exactly a lucky person. She just ... she just didn't know.}

_{"* you," she growled, her voice as soft as a whisper, like she didn't want Warblerwing to hear. All of this intuition had led her to nothing, and this was just another dead end in her road full of potholes called Life. And if trying to be nice was inevitably going to fail, then she was just going to damn it all to hell.}

_{She knew this stranger was just doing what she needed to, and she was probably a little scared of Red, too, (somewhere in her), but Red didn't care, because Red didn't matter, and Red was still to blame.}

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px none transparent; color: default; font-family: verdana;][hr][justify]_{— Semi-updated; rushed, so I'll finish updating it later! ^^}

_{EDIT: Done!}[/justify][hr][/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px none transparent; color: default; font-family: verdana;][hr][justify]_{— I live in Tornado Alley. One second, it's hot; the next, it's hailing outside. xD}

_{My AC's broke, too. ;---;}

_{Speaking of RP ... Anyone up for an AU? We could do an avatar week with one. ^^ I love those!!}[/justify][hr][/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px none transparent; color: default; font-family: verdana;][hr][justify]_{— What AU would you be interested in?}

_{We could do a Human AU; an apocalypse AU; a superhero AU (or villain); etc.}

_{Pokemon AUs are usually fun. :3 And Death-Match AUs'd be interesting!}[/justify][hr][/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px none transparent; color: default; font-family: verdana;][hr][justify]_{— Accepted! Welcome to RiverClan! ^^}

_{If there's no rules about their age, it's safe to assume they can be any age. =^)}[/justify][hr][/fancypost]

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_{— Name: Red
Gender: Female
Clan: N/A (Rogue)
Personality: Red is a risk-taking scavenger that goes wherever the road takes her. For her age, she's naive, inexperienced and vulnerable; she has little knowledge of most things a normal feral feline would know. She was never even taught how to hunt; so, she makes her decisions based on how she feels, luck and chance. Because of this, she's highly intuitive, smarter than she thinks she is and has a knack for problem-solving under normal circumstances. She's also very ambitious, brave and strong-willed. Her personality can go to the very worst and best of extremes because of a genetic personality disorder she has, called Bipolar I.}

<sub>+ People-pleaser; adaptable
= Introverted; emotional
- Low self-esteem; impulsive</sub>

<sub>DESIRES:
- Survival (food, water, homeostasis, etc.)
- Acceptance/Approval (friendship, acknowledgment, love, etc.)
- Perfection (to appear knowledgeable, better than others, respectable, etc.)</sub>

<sub>FEARS:
- Rejection (being hated, being unhelpful, feeling useless, etc.)
- Conflict (emotional fights, physical fights, stress, etc.)
- Failure (disappointment, not being good enough, being seen as worthless because of her losses, etc.)</sub>

<sub>QUIRKS:
- Tells lies on impulse; especially, to make herself seem larger than life.
- Readily puts him or her self in the way of danger without careful consideration.
- Knows lots of sailor stuff/Twoleg things.
Look: A creamy tortie with butterfly-blue eyes. One eye can appear to stare into space sometimes because it's that eye that she can't see with. She has over 50% white; most of which takes up her entire body, save for the few dabbles and swishes of orange, brown and black on the overhead of her physique.
Powers: N/A
Other: Full Bio; click</sub>

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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px none transparent; color: default; font-family: verdana;][hr][justify]_{— LadyCedar - You're welcome!}

_{Pie & Beatles - Accepted. Loving these appearances! ^^}

_{Welcome to the community, guys!}[/justify][hr][/fancypost]

[justify]^Accepted![/justify]

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px none transparent; color: default; font-family: verdana;][hr][justify]_{— I'll add that!}[/justify][hr][/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px none transparent; color: default; font-family: verdana;][hr][justify]_{— Rivalry? / Frenemies ... just constantly ticked off at each other but begrudgingly have to work together because of circumstances xD actually that depends on how the joining thread works out}

_{Honestly I can't suggest much right now ... Maybe Warb can ask Red on a hunting patrol (if she'd do that), and Red can be like "o- oh sure warbler-chan" and then warb is like "ok, go get some prey" and this (click) just happens (just replace "clothes" with "prey")}[/justify][hr][/fancypost]