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Username: Juliastar
Kit: #1, named Marino (means 'from the sea'. :P)
Personality: Marino is quite a handful. He leads his litter, and they listen. The second kit of the litter is kind of like his deputy, they're almost always together. He likes to get his way, and pouts when he doesn't. Marino is very confident, and proud. He thinks of himself as the best, and promised himself to be the strongest cat in the forest. When he is upset, you wouldn't want to mess with him. He's the biggest of his litter, and he takes advantage of his size.
Pelt: (Genetics coming soon)
Why you want this kit: I've never had a cat in Freedom Fighters, and your plot sounds exciting. I always like to have a bossy, overly-confident character, and this kit sounds like my kind of cat. ;)
RP sample:
Marino stepped out into the forest. His pelt was blown back by a warm breeze, and his nose was filled with a hundred different scents. He turned to his sister. "Isn't it a wonderful morning?" he asked her, trying to use bigger words than he normally did. He sniffed the air. "I smell mouse." A second later, they say a plump little mouse scurrying in the undergrowth. Marino was no warrior, but he still tryed to catch it. He dropped into a hunter's crouch and pounced, too soon. The mouse detected him and dashed away, leaving the tomkit laying on the ground. Before anyone could see him, he got up and started to head back to his mother.
He expected his sister to follow him, since she seemed to always do that. Marino liked his sister, and she liked him. They were what you would call the 'leaders' of the litter. Marino wouldn't go anywhere with out his sister. The weather that day was hotter than usual, and the other two kits in their litter where with their mother. Marino knew he should've been with his mother too, but he never passed up the oppurtunity to go out into the forest and hunt, although he never came back with anything. [/size]

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Heavypaw ran up to his mentor when he heard his name being called. "Tell me, what do you smell? What do you see?"
He looked around him. "I see...tall trees? And some plants. And I smell mouse." he replyed. His mentor was looking at him, her silver pelt glistening in the sun. Heavypaw smiled, secretly afraid that he might have done something wrong. He scanned the area again and sniffed the air. "The mouse scent is stale, maybe a couple of days old." he added. His paws dug at the soft ground under him. He was eager to hunt. Heavypaw scanned the area, waiting to see movement in the undergrowth. He was sure there was plenty of prey on this side of the forest, especially since it was Greenleaf. [/size]

http://warriorcatsarpg.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=general&action=display&thread=39959

Can you move this to the Character Galleries? I didn't even know there was one until after I posted this. :P

OOC: Ok. :)
IC:
Rushfang nodded. He didn't want to rush the healing. He just needed to be patient. At least Nightclaw was still breathing. He looked toward Frogfur again. She was still unconscious, but was breathing better than Nightclaw was.

Lol, the season is ending for me this weekend, so I have Conference. Which means I have a chance to drop time, too! ;)

Glowkit laughed at how much the kit was enjoying herself. She seemed sweet. The only thing was, he didn't know her name. He would ask one of the queens later that evening. The white she-kit looked overjoyed playing with Glowkit's tail, and Glowkit was having a good time too. He had never played with a deaf cat, and he never knew it would be this fun.

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Tucker smiled. "Nice to see you, too. What brings you around here?" he asked Rainsky. She had appeared out of nowhere, so unexpected. That was another thing Tucker liked about her. She was so unpredictable. A warm breeze blew through his fur, cooling him. He flicked his tail, calling Rain over under the shade of his tree.
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[size=0]A gray tom made his way along the Moon Stream, his pelt glistening under the Sun's rays. He crouched over the edge, and his paw shot out a second later. A silver fish splashed out onto the side where Cloud was sitting, and he finished it off quickly. The tom turned to the stream again, waiting for the time to strike. A warm breeze blew through his long gray fur, and he breathed in the scents of the area. He could smell a number of small animals, but mostly the smell of fish. [/size]

[size=0]A sleek black cat padded his way through cats. This was a good place to come if you wanted to make friends, or allies. Which was exactly why Mortibane was here. He was getting tired of being alone. He wanted a band of cats to live with. He would make a couple of friends, then ask them if they were interested. It would be an anti-clan group. One that hated all clan cats, much like himself. Mortibane wanted cats like him, cats that would stop at nothing to rid the forest of clan cats. He looked at the cats around him, searching for ones that looked fit enough to join him.[/size]

[size=0]A pure white she-cat padded down the side of the river. It was a hot day, a good time to spend at the water's edge. Sirensong crouched over the river. A second later, her paw shot out and swiped a fish. She brought it over with her claw, and killed it before it could hop back in. She sighed as she leaned over the edge again. She was bored. Sirensong needed someone to talk to, someone who wasn't annoying. [/size]

[size=0]Heavypaw caught sight of a squirrel. He dropped into a low crouch, his belly brushing against the ground. He stalked behind the squirrel, and pounced before it noticed him. The squirrel wriggled between Heavypaw's paws. He unsheathed his claws, but by then the squirrel had escaped his clutches. He sighed, and turned back to Silversong. "How was that? Apart from letting the squirrel escape, I mean." he meowed. His confidence had not left him, though. It was only one mistake. [/size]

I could take Aries, or Virgo. Whichever one is available. ^_____________^ (Wow, thats a big smiley...)

Tucker nodded. "Thank you, but I've never been to your home. What's it like there?" he asked her. She seemed like she was having the time of her life. And to be honest, so was Tucker. It was cooler under his tree, they were hidden from the sun. He was grateful for that. Tucker wouldn't want to be stuck under the hot sun all day. It was his favorite spot, under the tree. It always had something to offer him. In the summer, it gave him shade. In the winter, it gave him protection from the snow.

Rushfang noticed Nightclaw's head starting to move. He let out a sigh of relief. He was no medicine cat, but he had saved his deputy. "I think he'll be okay." he meowed to Junipermoon. "You should probably go home, just incase a patrol comes around here." he told Junipermoon. Then he remembered Frogfur was still unconscious. "When Frogfur wakes up, that is."

Rushfang saw that Frogfur still wasn't waking up. "Junipermoon, can you put a little more snakeroot on Frogfur? I'm starting to get a little anxious." he meowed. He had been worried about Nightclaw all this time, when he forgot that there were two cats in danger.

I have an idea, you don't have to do it though. Change the names to numbers in a different language, 1-10. Like Japanese or something. :P

Glowkit stared at the kit for a moment. He laughed, and then copied her movements. The black kit crouched low, and stuck his tail up behind him. He shook his rump (Heh, thats a funny word.), just as the white kit did. 'She must have siblings she learned all this from.' Glowkit thought.

[size=0]Cloud turned to the cat approaching him. He laughed. "I wish I could. This fish is making me drool." he joked. The cat was a siamese. Her name was Dancer, as Cloud remembered. He knew most of the cats in his clan. "You want to fish? Okay, watch me carefully." he said. Cloud crouched over the edge of the stream, careful not to let his shadow fall on top of the water. As soon as he saw a fish, his paw shot out. He was sprayed with water, and the fish landed next to him with a thud. He finished it off, just as he did with the first one. "You try now," he told Dancer.[/size]

[size=0]OOC: Ooh! I will!
IC:
Rushfang turned to two cats sitting near him. One was Riverclan, a tom. And the other was of his own clan, a she-cat. "Hello Sparklingwaters," he greeted his clan-mate and turned to the tom. "Hello to you too. I'm Rushfang," he said. Cats were coming down to Fourtrees, but Shadowclan was yet to arrive. He liked to hear from them, as it seemed there was always something going on.[/size]

OOC: My cats do that too. Hahaha, it looks so weird! They're shaking their - well, you know what part of them. xD
IC:
Glowkit paused as the white she-kit pressed down his whiskers. Surprised at her strength, Glowkit found that he couldn't move one side of his head. He swiped a paw gently over her ear. She seemed unsure on what to do next, and Glowkit gladly showed her what he would do in a situation like this. He rolled to one side, letting his whiskers slip from her clutches.