On Feralnature I'm Microbeslover.
I find that keeping a journal helps. :)
On Feralnature I'm Microbeslover.
I find that keeping a journal helps. :)
Rigel, the young Whovian, had just woken up from his afternoon power nap and stretched his blue seeming pelt. His small jaws released a yawn and his bright blue eyes adjusted to the light. Another day as me. Another day as a plain old Whovian.
Rigel padded out of his nest and looked at Gallifrey's camp. Not that many cats were out and he frowned. He wished for more cats to come because more cats meant more chances for socializing. More chances for socializing meant that he would become more popular and gain the attention of The Doctor. You see, Rigel was striving to be something much more than the average cat. He had a hunger for power and for a higher social status, but how far would he go to reach his goal?
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Username: the-tea-within
Cat's Description: A cinnamon calico she-cat with white on her muzzle, chest, underbelly, paws, and tip of her tail. She has deep blue eyes and a charm necklace around her neck that matches them.
Personality: She is a relatively understanding and kindhearted cat, but when she reaches the end of her patience she enters an uncontrollable rage.
Exotic?: (If you are asking whether the names should be exotic) Yes
Other: None
Clan?: None (She is a loner)
Can you give her a name?
Okiedoke! I thought this thread was quite dead...
Anyway, here you go: Celeste, Vash, Andromeda, Hazel, and Titania.
Influenza felt her paws give way and rolled onto the ground before springing up and attempting to grap Scarletpaw's tail.
As her jaws closed near the fluffy object, she took her right paw and aimed it for the crook in Scarletpaw's right flank.
Turning around, Rigel smiled at Cecia. "Nice catch,"he said as he eyed the squirrel.
He shuffled his paws awkwardly and flicked his tail.
"How's it going?" Despite all of his self coaching, the young tom still had trouble starting conversations.
"It's been pretty slow lately. We haven't got much done. It is a lot of information to cover." He shrugged and licked his right paw. "Your Silent work is going well, isn't it?" The Visionless was slowly beginning to like this she-cat. She didn't seem as bubbly as other cats.
I'm a lucid dreamer as well! Sometimes things aren't right in my dreams and I change them.
One time I was dreaming that me and my friends had to walk 4 miles to get somewhere. I thought walking was unecessary and dreamt up my favorite horse to take us there.
Twas quite fun :)
Rigel couldn't help but to stare at the she-cat. She wasn't a shorthair, like many of the cats around, and she had the most exotic looking eyes. "Umm... I hope you don't mind me asking, but are you of a common breed?" He didn't mean to change the subject, but the russian blue tom was ever so curious.
Everything was moving so fast now and it all seemed blurry to the white huntress. Still not going to stop the cession, she opened her jaws and welcomed Scarletpaw's paw into it.
The Visionless stared at his paws and felt heat rush to his cheeks.
"Sorry, you just didn't look like the average cat." Rigel then looked at the other cats in Gallifrey. "Then again, we aren't the average cats." The russian blue tom shrugged the embarassment off before addding another comment.
"Your pelt must be a great advantage while stalking prey."
Character Name: Rothuskrillyevorightriskela in Gallifreyan, but Rigel in English.
Character Age: 10 moons
Gender: Male
Alliance: Gallifrey (fan group)
Rank: The Visionless (medicine cat apprentice)
Appearance (6 or more sentences):
With bright blue eyes, it's no wonder Rigel is named after the star in the Orion constellation. This Russian Blue tom has velvet soft pelt that always seems to be ruffled at every angle. His ears are always perked up and alert, with a fluffy interior. It seems odd why he isn't a fighter because Rigel has a well toned body and needle sharp claws. His legs are long and muscular, allowing him to run quickly. However, Rigel's strength is often underestimated.
Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements):
Rigel a very quiet cat, usually sitting alone and pondering on his means of existense. He often seems antisocial, but is actually rehearsing what he would say. His leader, The Doctor, is somewhat of an idol to him. However, Rigel often plots ideas on how to take his leaders spot. Rigel actually just wants to be accepted and loved by all. He doesn't ask for anything but acceptance. Friends are as close as family to him and he strives to help all cats.
---Likes (at least 3): Rigel likes sunny days that warm his pelt, a meaningful conversation with a lovely cat, and watching his leader through a hole in his den.
--- Dislikes (at least 3): This tom dislikes lying, being surrounded by cats begging for his attention, and fights.
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): Rigel is a skilled healer, is affectionate, and intelligent.
---Weaknesses (At least 3): He has trouble communicating, standing up for himself, is afraid of heights, and is terrified of dogs.
History (8 or more sentences):
Rigel was an innocent and bubbly kitten until his parents died. The both of them were cornered by a rabid dog and torn to shreds in front of the young cat's eyes. It still seems weird to Rigel why the dog never came after him. Maybe the dog was aware of the tom's destiny to become a healer.
After being forcibly seperated from his kin, he wandered the streets as a skinny and depressed kitten. Older loners would care for him and teach him how to protect himself from disease and danger, but not once did he ever say a word to them. He never thought that he would live in a clan like Gallifrey and be able to talk to strange cats. Still, to this day, no one ever has known about his parents' fatality. It has ruined his kithood and has cleared a path for him to follow his destiny. If he would ever be leader, it would be impossible to tell.
Rigel blinked as the new cat approached.
"Hello," he murmered, realizing that his one on one conversation with Cecia was over.
The conversation between Cascade and Cecia loomed over him and made him extremely uncomfortable.
"If you're going exploring, then I might as well get my Visionary training done." He got up and stretched his lean limbs, flicked his tail as a goodbye, and strutted over to his mentor.
You're welcome! Let's get this thread moving again!!!
Autumnshine :3
Bump! It's finished :3
Username:
Microbeslover
Display:
Teenage_Timelady
Name:
Molly
Bio?:
Will make an advanced one if accepted..
Personality:
Molly is the sweetest cat anyone will ever meet. She always has a smile on her face and will show courtesy towards whoever is lucky to speak to her. Molly is like a flower bud, blooming more each time you greet her, and you miss her when she's not with you. This fine gal seems like more of the talking type, but she is as energetic as if she's on catnip! Her adventures are always thrillers and no one's bored around her. She has great patience and manners for a she-cat her age.
Appearance:
Matching her warm personality, is her gorgeous cream tabby coat. Her stripes are delicate and swooping, like beautiful petals on a rose. Molly's eyes are a golden honey color and shine in the sunlight. Her body is muscular and full, allowing her to climb trees in an instant. She's been known to catch the best birds in all of the loner lands!
History:
As a kit, Molly lived with her mother and two brothers outside of the clan land with another family. Her mother, Lilah, and the other she-cat, Diane, were both child hood friends and always planned on bringing up their kits together. Molly and her brothers, Jared and Flame, got along well with Diane's only son, Max, and were always wandering about. Whether they be acting out a story, or searching for invisible prey, they could not be seperated. However, Molly always liked Max more than her brothers and would follow him about like a puppy. He would play games with her, pretending he didn't know she was there, and their moms gossiped about them being future mates.
As they grew older, Max was off with Molly's brothers in the twolegplace doing "tom things" and she was left with the mothers. That was until there was a forest fire. Her mother and brothers got trapped in a burning thicket and Diane caught on fire. Lost in the commotion, Molly fell into a stream and it might have been her only way of surviving. As she got pulled by the current, Max raced after her and stopped only when he was hit on the head by a burning branch. Molly never knew if he survived.
Plot Ideas:
That history was gut wrenching to write... My gosh.. Umm.. Whatever floats your boat? He dies and then she commits suicide by running under a monster, leaving their kits at the border of his clan.
Password:
Tiger, or any big cat.
Other:
ALL THESE HORRIBLE FEELS ABOUT HER PAST...
My application is done :3
OMG yay! SO sorry for the late reply!
I had schoolwork to do. Thank you!
Rigel's eyes opened wide with disbelief. The Doctor...Coming back? It puzzled the young tom, how one could come back from the dead. However, this was The Doctor. His leader could do anything.
His head ducked down and his whipped his tail across the dirt. "Good luck Doctor. You deserve to come back better." His message was quite soft and he didn't care if his idol could hear it or now.