OCC: LOL LOL LOL
IC: Keeping her eyes wide, she hissed under her breath to her sister, "Yes, yes you do if you want anyone to come! One cute kit is nice, but two is IRRESISTIBLE. Now come on, I know you have it in you."
Uhg. My eyes hurt from all this. Can't some cat some soon? I don't want to be stuck like this! She imagined herself, a grizzled elder, with unseeing eyes stretched wide from looking cute as a kit. She could barley suppress a giggle.
Okay, TODAY I can make it. When you make the bio/find it, please post it here. Thankies!
Cat's Name: Reflection
Cat's Age: 3 moons (1 seson)
Gender: Tom
Alliance: Has friends who he lives with, no territory
Position: Loner
Appearance: <blockquote>He is a tiny, fluffy, black-and-white kitten. He has large white paws, with sharp claws. He has NO idea how to hunt or fight, but has always wanted to, and is sure to be a natural. His belly and chest fur is very curly and springy, with a mane-like ruff around his neck that is pure white. His belly is white also. He has a partly white muzzle, one side is a triangle of white with a stripe running down to his ruff, and the other side has a thin stripe of white along his lip giving him the appearance of a constant smile from the side. His ears are big and pointed. His eyes are a gold-green with pure green centers around the pupil. He still wears a two-leg collar, it is blue with polka-dots on it, and a small blue bell. </blockquote>Personality: <blockquote>He is a good little kit, who always thinks things through. He hates getting in trouble, but will fight for what he thinks is the right thing. He is a daydreamer, and often wondered what the forest was like during his days a kitty pet, but now knows. He loves to play as any kit does, and is best friends with a cat called Leo. His very much looks up to Smokeyfur, his friend. He is ignorant to many things, and still has much to learn.
He is very serious, and when it comes to danger, he is brave and always thinks it through.
He hates two-legs, and pities Kitty pets.</blockquote>History: <blockquote>He was born a stray, he had one sister, who was hit by a monster and killed at the age of two moons, when she ran away, not wanting to go away from her Mother. He had been a loud, rather obnoxious kit before that, but his sister's death knocked the real world onto him at a very young age. He then realized that the world was a cruel place.
After that, it took him many sunrises to realize that this was NOT the end of the world. He could go on, and he did. He left his Mother with his head held high. He managed to live by scrounging two-leg rubbish. When he was two and a half moons, he was caught by a two-leg with a huge monster. He was shoved into a tiny hard-mesh cave that pressed his sides, and the monster ran for a long time, in it's lurching gate, until stopping at a strange house full of cats that were all half-starved in small smooth caves of two-leg stuff. He was made eat rabbit droppings (lol cat food) that were dry and tasted of dust. He was there for 14 sunrises, yet it felt like a whole season for him. Finally, a group of two-legs chose him. They put him a small den, with soft things on the floor, and put him in a monster. Again, he waited through a long, roiling journey. He finally found a home with the two-legs. They had another cat, called Leo. He was fun to play with, if a bit stupid. He lived with them for another 14 sunrises, but it did not last. He was soon dumped on the side of the road, along with Leo, when his two-legs moved. He soon met Smokey, who is teaching him to hunt.</blockquote>Roleplay Sample: <blockquote>N/A</blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote>Hmmm I hope Smokeyfur gets accepted soon... And the name MUST be okay, or I will go kill the other Echo, and wear his/her entails as a NECKLACE!!
PS: he was a stray, and this is based on my new kitten, Echo.</blockquote>
OCC: How bout "Help!! three kits and a FOX!!" That would certainly make them want to come.
No one reads this any more...
OOOoookay... (hey... Were you in a thread with me with Tigereclipse...? And Inklight?)
name: Prairiekit to Prairiescribble (Tom)
Personality: Not very bright, likes to annoy the she-kits, but will grow out of THAT. He is to be a promising fighter, and a good hunter. Very loyal, but fancies himself to be like Tigerstar. He wants to be leader, and is very ambitious.
Appearance: A pale Golden-brown tabby with amber eyes. Big strong shoulders and long claws.
Here is RP sample:
Prairiekit looked at the new apprentice, his amber eyes gleaming. I can't wait to be an apprentice. he thought determinedly, And then I'll be the best warrior this forest have ever seen! He unsheathed his claws, digging them into the marshy earth out side the nursery. He imagined himself shredding Thunderclan cats, and feeling pelt rip beneath his claws. Then a voice broke into his fantasy. "Prairiekit! Get in here!" It was his mother. Grumbling, he stomped back in. As he walked, he muttered, "I will be the best warrior ever. And I'll kill anyone who says otherwise!" With that, the tip of his tail disappeared into the nursery
OCC: No problem. You were just answering a q. (It just says not to do it allllll the time. So don't do it more alllllll the time. Is me saying "allllllll the time" ???? Do you find me annnoooooying??? Cause I'm gettn a VIIIIIIIBE ya know??? A VIIIIIIIBE. VIIIIIIIIBE.)
IC: Harvestkit's eyes stung, making them water. This made her look teary, which made her look cuter, which was good. Other than the burning pain, of course. "Weah-weah wamma no were Inkwight is. Doh yoo no? Cus weah dunt. See go bah-bah..." She put a tasteful whimper at the end, and pulled her eye lids even farther out of the usual place. They stung so much then, that a single tear formed out of her strained, burning tear duct, and rolled down her face. Her whiskers quivered from the pain, spraying the wet droplet over the other cats, mostly her sister.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO I VIL KEEEEEEEEEEEEL DEE UDER ECHO!!! *looks around* Where is he/her? *growls*
Okay! Here's Echo's : http://warriorcatsarpg.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=charecter&thread=44831&page=1
Okay. It isn't accepted yet, I had to change the name. It's now reflection.
Sweet! Thanks!!
*sighs* I'll fix it then... Hmm I assume Echokit is taken? Maybe... Reflection?
OCC: ooookay now to stop occ posting, and move on. The new thread is: ?topic=31399.0
OCC: Yes, yes I was at the time. XD
Harvestkit gasped, letting her eyes snap down in her surprise and horror. "She-she-she WHAT?! I told you! She sobbed, real tears springing to her eyes and rolling down. "I bet she's gonna DIE! She whimpered her legs feeling wobbly. The world seemed to spin, and she sank to her haunches. "I told you..." She mewed pitifully, her face wet with tears.
OCC: Yush. The name says it all. We are three Sunclan kits, who one got caught by a fox, and the other two chased it.
Hyacinthkit panted, straining her kit-small legs to keep up. She was eternally thankfull for her WindClan speed, so she could just see the fox's tawny tail weaving through the underbrush. "J-Jewelkit, I'm going to come get you!" Risking a glance behind her, she saw Tansykit, half-stumbling half-running after her, looking as tired as Hyacinthkit felt. "Tansykit... We have to keep up!" With that meowed, she leaped after the fox, clearing some more distance.
Hyacinthkit barley noticed the Tom's non-clan smell. The only scents she knew were Sunclan and Windclan, so she couldn't have any idea who he was. She only was grateful that he stopped the fox, and leaping on it's back, she felt the satifying tear of fur beneath her claws. "Let her GO you mangy fox!" She yowled, latching her teeth on it's ear. The fox shook it's head, throwing her off. She lay, winded. "Tansykit," she rasped, her breath jagged, "Help..."
OCC: I'm pulling Abyss out of this, on the term, that IT WILL SOON BE FILLED WITH MOLTEN ROCK. Bye!
Abyss looked on at this, but only half registered it. She was still trying to get a hold of the fact that she could never go home again. Being the shy cat she was, she stayed back from the main group, looking on from the edges. Licking her matted chest fur, she stared blankly ahead. Suddenly a loud noise came from some where near her. She nearly leaped out of her pelt, but the noise came again. She relaxed, realizing that it was her belly yowling. She was starving, and the others probably were, too. I'm a prey-hunter! I should be able to help feed the tribe, not watch them go hungry while out home is destroyed! She thought desperately, But we're in enemy territory here, and it would be foolish to steal prey now...
OCC: we should wait for Tansykit, or Jewelkit to reply before finishing this...
Hyacinthkit was beginning to get her breath back, she struggled to her wobbly legs. The world began to spin, and she almost fell over again. She knew the fox was close, and with a leap, she landed on it's plumy tail, and bit in. "Let... Her... Go..." She panted through mouth fulls of red fur. By now she had ripped a bald spot, and she bit into the flesh, feeling the sour tang of blood fill her mouth. Her one good eye was covered with fur, and all she could see was orange pelt as the fox thrashed it's tail, trying to throw her.
OCC: did you draw those pictures on your "My kitties!!" Thing? Those are really good drawings!!
IC: Hyacinthkit could barley hold on. Her teeth felt like they were going to be wrenched out any second, and her sides ached from hitting the ground. Suddenly, the fox twisted it's head around, and snapped at the kit, still holding Jewelkit in it's slathering jaws. It caught on of her paws, and flung her into a tree. She hit it with a thud , squealing in pain as her tail bent the wrong way in the middle, fell to the ground, and lay still. She began to slip in and out of consciousness, her head was throbbing and her tail felt like it was on fire. "He... Help Jewelkit..." was all she could rasp, before blackness over took her.
OCC: Not dead, just unconscious.
OCC: Maybe we should wait a bit until Mossy gets back...
"I-It's okay... It's not your fault..." Her tiny mew cut off in a choked sob. "I-I-We-It's just... She was our only friend!" Her mew slowly elevated, until it had raised to a hysterical wail.
