(( Do I have to ask to join?
Heck, I'm gonna do it anyway.
))
Apple
Female
Green Eyes
[font=trebuchet ms]She is actually all golden, sorry
Meet her to get her personality.
Rouge, she lives in almost completely forgotten places of WindClan territory, and at first she seems evil, but then, she is bursting with happiness!
17 Moons old?
Posts by ForeverAlone~
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Hunter.
Stalking the prey, he captured it, taking it to it's untimely death..
"Gosh it Hunter! You stop it!"
The old she-cat hissed, hitting him with her paw.
"StarClan! Are you powerful for an old cat!"
He hissed, picking up the wiggling tiny bundle, and scooting out of there!
The old witch yelled at him, trying to follow him, but he was to fast.
The bundle bit him, and he stopped moving.
"Shrimp! I had to take you from the old witch! You know what she does to she-cats when they are older, and you are almost of age!"
"I told you, my name isn't Shrimp, it's Apple!"
The golden she-cat hissed, dropping from his clutches, and, unknowingly, crossed the border.
Of course, she was a rouge though, she didn't care.
"Shrimp!"
Hunter yelled, but it was to late!
She bumped into FoxStorm.
"Oh, Sorry!"
She mewed apologetically, then shook.
"Is this your territory?" -
If you make another guy or another girl (Maybe one of both?) I will join!
And am very active!

OMG HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! -
Hunter came out of the bushes, shaking his head.
His russet coat shone, but did not match his shocking blue eyes.
Whatever the case was, he was a rouge now.
He was considered a freak.
He didn't know how he found Shrimp, at least, he didn't remember.
"I'm sorry, she gets outta hand sometimes."
He apologized, bowing his head, smiling at FoxStorm.
"There ain't no need to protect her, we don't mean no harm, honest."
He purred, standing next to Shrimp, who laughed.
"You could squash her, idiot."
She almost snickered, then flicked her tail. -
(( Oh kay!
She is in... RiverClan?
AppleBlossom.
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Wendy
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Faith
For Wendy:
Name: Ian Wherstensher *Wher
Age: 19 (Senior)
Height: 6'10"
Weight: Norms
Appearance:
For Faith:
Name: Dean Humm
Age: 18
Height: 6'8"
Weight: The Norm xD
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I Mean Leah!
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Threads?
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Bump, much?
Using Mai Blondie, Chris.
Ians Identical TwiN!
Name: Chris Wherstensher *Wher
Age: 19 (Senior)
Height: 6'10"
Weight: Norms
Appearance: -
You can post first MistyFrost!
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As always, you can start, MistyFrost!
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Rachel?
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"Well! We're Rouges!"
Hunter purred happily, giving his Russet fur a shake.
Apple rolled her eyes.
"You are an idiot!"
Then she looked at DangerNight."
"I wouldn't trust him, I'm fine though."
She walked closer to him, walking around him, admiring him.
"Helooo."
She purred softly, then sat next to Hunter again.
"Yep, I like these people."
She said, then walked away, humming.
Hunter sighed.
"She's a lil', empty..."
He chuckled, then looked at FoxStorm.
"I'm Hunter, dat's Apple."
He sighed.
"I'm from Texas, I donno where I am now."
He sighed, then his bright blue eyes smiled.
"But I like it here. The snow, the birds, and no bad snakes."
He grinned.
"And there are she-cats here that are Starclan-sent!" -
The tall, handsome figure sat in the back of the room, flicking papers lightly at the girl in font of him. She hissed at him, kicking him.
He growled back, then hopped over to another empty seat, behind Faith.
How did he know her name? He didn't know, really.
She was one of those girls you knew your whole life, but you never really..
Talked.
He was one of the bad kids at school, having been held back a year, or two.
High School was He**, he couldn't wait 'till he got out.
He started to lightly fling the papers at Faith, seeing nothing better to do.
(( Opposites Attract, maybe? :P )) -
Girls giggled as he walked into class, luckily, no teacher.
The black-haired girl grumbled as she was set down.
"No fair!"
She cried, but went to her desk, a group of girls giggling behind her.
While the mumbling grew into whispers, which grew into conversations, the handsome blonde grinned, putting his old-style hat back on, then making it crook.
He stretched, then walked to Leah's desk, leaning on it.
"'Ello, Miss."
He purred, grinning. -
He poked her side, his thin lips curling into a smile.
"Why? Hey, are you tickilsh?"
He asked, poking her again. -
He sighed.
"You kinda tiny, miss. Are you eating enough at home and school?"
He asked, then lightly touched her face, bringing it up.
He came VERY close to her, examining her face.
His breath was minty fresh, teeth a perfect white.
HIs grinned, and pulled up a chair with his leg, sitting down on it, and lightly letting go of her face.
"Your face is perfect though."
He sighed, then looked in the front of the room, girls very loudly swooning over by the other side. -
She laughed and smiled.She turned around again. '' Oh you'' she flirted.
He put a finger to his lips.
"Shh."
He whispered, then put a hand on her hips, spinning her around quickly, before the teacher turned away from her white board.
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A girl, thin as a stick, with OBVIOUS fake breasts "Bounced" in, shoving her butt in Ian's face.
"Oh, hi Leah."
She said emotionlessly, and then spun around, shoving her chest into Ian's face.
"Oh Ian! I didn't see you there!"
She blushed, sitting on his lap.
Ian knitted his eyebrows.
"I am talking to Miss Leah here, please excuse me."
He said, lifted her up, then grabbed Leah and put her on his lap, where she fit perfectly.