Light pawsteps quickly rushed through the gathering crowd, heading towards the object of focus. Prudentia watched with worry as her mother needed medical assistance. "These should help. Hold on though." she muttered as she approached Chthonic, placing a bundle at his pads. Thyme and poppy seeds placed in an oak leaf and wrapped with thin strands of cobwebs. Thyme to help with the anxiety and poppy seeds with whatever pain Auxillia was experiencing to her head. She flicked her tail, hoping that her biological father would wait a moment so that she could get permission from the Healer before helping. Hazel irises flashed to Amazonrain and Pru blinked calmly. "What else needed?" she asked hesitantly. Permy had only told her a few remedies and these were the only ones she had learned that could help. The beautiful tortie and white daughter then turned to Auxie, her concern visible on her expression. If the co-leader was in continuing pain, then Prudentia would use her ability to take away another's pain and transfer it onto herself. That's what family did for one another.
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[ ooc: Alright, thanks Zenzan for all your help. :) ]
Prudentia nodded at her mother's words. She wouldn't breathe a word. It was difficult being in charge, and even being related to someone on the top. Auxillia was expected to be unwavering and tough, and her daughters equally so. "Goodbye." she called after the similar calico as she left the mansion. Smiling to herself, Prudentia sat down, her mind spinning with all this new information. At least Auxie trusted her again.
[ Can we time skip a couple of weeks so that Las Vegas is more healed and they can talk again? ]
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Moonspirit2604
Display name ;;
ΚυρΘύελλα
Activity ;;
7/10
Name in FangClan ;;
Spirit
Name when at Gatherings ;;
Freespirit
Gender ;;
Female
Age ;;
18 Moons
Rank wanted ;;
Already deputy
Appearance ;;
A light chocolate colored she-cat that has the appearance of a mackerel tabby;mostly because she is one.Her fur consists of black and lighter brown patches that are located at her back and sides,as well as her tail and underbelly.They are also found on her long legs,giving her an exotic leopard resembling look.However,the black and brown patches are not found anywhere near her face.Instead,she has a 'M' like shape on her forehead that looks like it was almost effectively drawn with a permanent black marker.Near the 'M' like shape are tufts of grayish/white hair that have literally nothing to do with age.Other white markings on her face include a white chin,and white outlined ears.Furthermore,she has crystal clear green eyes that kind of have a blueish tint to them.
Personality ;;
Emotionless.Demented.Untrustworthy.Ruthless.....A top ranked killerAll of the above things describe Spirit;after all,where would she be if she wasn't these things?She is deputy for a reason,you know.With fast wits,and sometimes an even faster tongue,no one would dare question if she is truly capable of being deputy of Fangclan.Unless they were igroant or blind,no cat would be able to miss the authorithy she carries around like a second skin.Some say she lives off of fear,and they wouldn't be wrong either of saying that.This pericular she-cat often changes her mind to fool others,and her mainpulative ways are soul deep.There's no facade,no other lurking Spirit around;what you see of her is what you get.Her mysterious ways,her sarcastic attitude,and even her reckless ways never seem to go away.Perhaps there is a softer side to her then the clean cut killer you and me both know.Maybe the lingering,soft glance at a mother and her kits could be held as a weakness.Or the simple fact she always roots for the underdog.These weakness,these moments of real emotion is what makes cats...well,cats.But this isn't Spirit,and if you ever see these somewhat soft gestures,then there is something seriously wrong with her at the moment....That or Torment's bugging her again.You decide,but come into terms that this ruthless killer,this intelligent mastermind has more to her than there seems to be.
History [optional] ;;
To be exact,no living cat knows of Spirit's history.Perhaps not even Darkness herself..Not that she would.You see,Spirit is the offspring of a Skyclan warrior with a loner.Neither cat predicted the birth of kits while secretly seeing each other,so when the four litter kits were born,it was a shock to both the mother and father.The father,seeing what he'd done,told the Skyclan warrior that he was never seeing her again,and was soon gone from the Skyclan warrior's life.Depressed and enraged that the loner left,the queen turned her emotions on her kits.Soon,she dropped into depression so deep,that the thought of killing her own kits a-merged into her mind until a plan formed.It was quite easy,the thought of killing them,and so put her plan into motion by taking them out of camp one fateful night.She killed them near a clearing,one by one,until there were only two left.At the third one,whom was Soul,she hesitated long enough for a loner to intervene,killing the deranged mother.The loner,a cat named Basil,took the kits and cared for them until she caught green-cough and died.Depressed beyond measure,the brother and sister traveled around until they joined Fangclan....Or so it's said.
Other ;;
I changed the personality a bit of how I put it;same Spirit though.
Darkness reigns supreme.Username ;;
Moonspirit2604
Display name ;;
ΚυρΘύελλα
Activity ;;
7/10
Name in FangClan ;;
Soul
Name when at Gatherings ;;
Blacksoul
Gender ;;
Male
Age ;;
18 Moons
Rank wanted ;;
Warrior
Appearance ;;
A chocolate brown mackerel tabby with short legs and an even shorter tail.Soul has a lean,kit-like build and appears to be incapable of pretty much anything and everything.He has some black markings consisting on his chest,underbelly,back,paws,and tail.He has a white patch of fur on his chest that is slightly outlined in silver.His facial features include a white patch of fur around his mouth,and ringed white circles on both of his eyes.On the dab middle of his forehead, is the classical 'M',outlined in black.The rest of his facial features are perky brown ears outlined in white,with wide yellow eyes.
Personality ;;
Soul is a hyperactive tom,often pacing around and around to wear himself down to a reasonable state of calmness.To be quite honest about it,he is the complete opposite of Spirit.Like,for example,he is pretty laid-back and care-free.You would never find that in Spirit,his older sister.However,one thing they both have in common are their natural good looks and completely fearless aroma.So in that sense they are very much alike.But in the emotion department,their is no comparison.Soul,unlike Spirit,is a very caring and thoughtful tom,often expressing emotion in the slightest of things.But you see,that's the problem.Soul suffers from a personality disorder,and is never the same cat for too long.He may be cheerful and loving,and in the next minute,hateful and brooding,a skillful killer just like his sister.But however bad his personality changes get,he is usually up-beat in the uttermost of situations and tends to never take things seriously.So,to sum-up Soul's personality,he is pretty childish and demanding,the opposite of Spirit,but a good tom under all of his facades and multiple personalities.
History [optional] ;;
Same as Spirit's.
Other ;;
Darkness reins supreme.Username ;;
Moonspirit2604
Display name ;;
ΚυρΘύελλα
Activity ;;
7/10
Name in FangClan ;;
Fateful
Name when at Gatherings ;;
Fatefulthoughts
Gender ;;
Male
Age ;;
12 Moons
Rank wanted ;;
Newly turned warrior
Appearance ;;
Fateful is a lean and muscular tom with hints of gold hue scattered through out his body. At first glance, you see a lightly colored tom who has dusty brown fur for his base coat, but if you look closer at him, you'll notice his fur gets darker and darker until it actually hits a more liquid chocolate brown color. The coloring is not easily noticed because like all tabbies, he has a pattern directly over his silky fur. This pattern involves small black spots all over his body, even on his flank and underbelly. And if you haven't guessed it yet, the pattern is there because he's a genuine spotted tabby. Since he is that breed of tabby, the spots seem to stretch out a little, as if it were all going in the same direction. He not only has spots, but he also has small little black stripes that are located on his chest, tail, and even are found on all four of his legs. Furthermore, the tom has a white muzzle as well as white tipped whiskers with light brown,almost tan, coloring found on the right and left side of his face. Oddly enough, located on the left side of his face are two black stripes that are easily located on his colorful body. Lastly, he has brilliant green eyes that have a sort of yellowish tint to them that always display his emotions.
Personality ;;
Some might call him weird, others might swear he's insane, but me? I call me Fateful ~
Fateful has many different personalities, some nicer than the former one. But mostly he is a brooding tom, sarcastic pretty much most of the time with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. He is a rebellion and is pretty much always getting in trouble by the other warriors in Fangclan. So, if you haven't guessed, he's a real trouble maker, and gets under everybody's skin, most of the time anyway. However, to cats he trusts, he is also playful and sly, an actual quirky tom with a curious attitude about him. He is also awkward around cats, so he intends to stay away from them, having an antisocial atmosphere. But when he is put out there on the spot, having to talk to others, he solely relies on being emotionless, and is seen as calm and yet expressionless, but being calm and emotionless can have advantages and disadvantages. An advantage, fore then you are seen as a fierce and loyal tom as he is. A disadvantage because when he is opening up to others, he feels embarrassed, and ...weird. That's probably why he doesn't have a lot of friends, or admirers. Anyway, he is also skeptical towards the main clans, however very curious. Overall, he is a sweet and loving tom, but he will always be watching over his back, waiting for the day he is betrayed.
History [optional] ;;
None known.
Other ;;
Darkness reins supremeUsername ;;
Moonspirit2604
Display name ;;
ΚυρΘύελλα
Activity ;;
7/10
Name in FangClan ;;
Haiji
Name when at Gatherings ;;
Beautifulfacade
Gender ;;
Female
Age ;;
17 Moons
Rank wanted ;;
Warrior
Appearance ;;
Luminous long fur curls at the end,not touching the ground when she walks.Haiji's fur is groomed and well kept,always in place.Her fur itself is rather difficult to describe,for it is mostly a blend of three colors;gray,black,and white.Her undercoat is dark gray,mostly mistaken for a very light black color from a far away distance.Her overcoat is black where the dark gray doesn't come though.The black and dark gray colors are spotted randomly among her overall fur coat,even underneath on her belly.White hairs are also found seemingly random on her fur,although the main areas on her body that has white on it are her sides,back and flank.Her long tail is dark gray with black stripes on it,the stripes being marked closely together to create a somewhat blob of the pattern.It is like that among her four paws as well,dark gray with black stripes,almost similar to her tail,but her toes are white on the tops.Her head is delicate and round,with tiny ears perking atop her head.Her head is dark gray,with tiny black stripes on her cheeks,as well as an 'M' on her forehead,marking her as a mackerel tabby.Her nose is tiny,and pink around the nostrils,but overall a dusky brownish tan color.Her muzzle,as well as whiskers,are white,and her whiskers are slightly curled at the ends.Her eyes are bright and intelligent,a light gray with olive green around the edges.
Personality ;;
Her facade is what draws most in,her air of mystery giving her a mythical outlook.Haiji is one of few words,often in a silent state.She is not mute,although it may seem as though she is.When she actually does talk,her words are always carefully phrased,and she takes some time to figure out how her words will affect others,if at all.Her thoughtful nature is usually always shown to others,as well as her kindness and patience.She has a devious personality,sly and strong-willed with an easy-going smile.She is often found as stubborn,and is very sensitive on some topics.Her calmness is what gets her though most situations,although she can have a rather mouthy muzzle.She has a fiery attitude at times,and has a fierce temper when battling with others.Her eyes are often soul deep and emotionless,though you will find she is rather wise.Her intelligence is cold and ruthless,shown almost at every icy topic.Overall,she is rather rough to like,and doesn't trust many,although you'll find she is quite the handful once you know her.
History [optional] ;;
None known;maybe explained in RP.
Other ;;
Has British/Southern accent that sort of messes around with her speech.It is not a lisp however.Darkness reins supreme.Username ;;
Moonspirit2604
Display name ;;
ΚυρΘύελλα
Activity ;;
7/10
Name in FangClan ;;
Audax
Name when at Gatherings ;;
Dare/paw/devil
Gender ;;
Male
Age ;;
?? Whatever age Darkness says....
Rank wanted ;;
?? Kit?
Appearance ;;
Am I a little too handsome for you?Audax...is really hard to describe,though he shouldn't be.His feminine looks are rather frightening for a cat who is a male in every which way.He truly is an impeccable creature,though looks aren't everything.Soft fur flutters down his small frame delicately,his short fur curling ever so softly at the ends.Do not be fooled by his smallness or feminine appearance,because he is truly Darkness's son.Ripe muscles are almost hidden by his curly fur,making most of his enemies surprised when they realize they may have just messed with the wrong tom.The dark blue fur that mars his pelt doesn't help to his unusual feminism,although the ashen gray mixed into the blue does his ego a little bit of good.Light blue-gray stripes cover over his dark pelt,spaciously spread through out his pelt.These stripes are every where on him,on his paws,tail,flank,and back.They are not found on his underbelly,though,because a great white color possesses his soft,vulnerable underbelly instead of the light stripes.His whiskers as well as his muzzle is white as well,and even his small,perky ears are white tipped.He takes after his mother,his eyes almond shaped as hers are,though he doesn't have the piercing sapphire gaze as she does.No,instead his eyes are violet,dark and soul piercing with light blue shaded around his pupils.
Personality ;;
Insanity toughens a guy up a little,right?From perhaps the moment Audax was born,he knew something about Fangclan wasn't right.All the insanity and bloodshed in the air,completely mellowed him.Who in their right mind would want to live here?Really and truly,even he will admit to some insanity.However,only the weaker are insane,or that is what he believes.He usually is even tempered,and calm in most heated situations,using his dash of 'insanity' to spark his deviously charming side of recklessness.You see,his motto of,'live life to the fullest.' is always used in everything he does,loving to feel the thrill of an easy scare or the adrenaline of being caught doing something absolutely bad.He's always prancing around with his head held high,his reputation of almost never being caught building his confidence.Audax has unusual chemistry with other cats,having an understanding nature under all of the usual show of stunts he displays.His intelligence is more likely never shown,although you will find some of it when he fights or in his 'thoughtful' pranks.He often daydreams of a world filled with better cats than the ones hes use to,though he usually is more of a realistic tom at most times.He is mostly cold and emotionless towards others,granting he is more thoughtful than given credit for.Overall,he is a gentleman,charming in his own way,kinder than most in Fangclan,albeit never losing his own spark of deviousness,the spark that truly makes him untouchable.
History [optional] ;;
Nom...
Other ;;
Darkness reins supreme.Excellent job, Kupo. Man, I forgot how many charries you have. :3 I'll add them up to the list.
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MeowMixDisplay name ;;
fang.Activity ;;
10/10Name in FangClan ;;
ReissName when at Gatherings ;;
Oh, sh*t help me with this one, Darky. xDGender ;;
FemaleAge ;;
32 MoonsRank wanted ;;
Warrior/Queen (*wink wink*)Appearance ;;
With a sleek, always well-groomed cinnamon calico pelt, and large, almond-shaped piercing silver eyes, we can call Reiss a pretty attractive cat.
Let's start with the pelt: This is a blend of mainly three colors: a caramel orange, a dull brown, and a deeper, more chocolatey-type brown. These colors mesh and mix together, covering up most of Reiss's pelt. Then we have the white, a pure, snow white, that reaches the face, chest, and legs. Also, on Reiss's right foreleg, there is a single brown marking, which she likes the call her "birthmark," being sassy that way.
Next, we have the build. Though Reiss isn't as small as Darkness, she is still a bit . . . vertically challenged, let's say. Of course, if she even thinks she hears someone calling her "short," Reiss will use her claws to tear that cat's tail off and shove it down their throat. Happily. So, yes, this is a bit of a sore spot for her. But moving away from that subject, Reiss as a very lithe, long-legged she-cat. Thought most might then think that she's a better hunter than fighter, this is certainly not the case. Reiss's skills are just under that of Darkness, Storm, Spirit, and the other higher-ups. Of course, she's always looking to improve -- both with skills and on the hierarchy of ranks.
Lastly, Reiss's eyes. They are piercing, hard, merciless, cold, detecting, reaching-into-your-soul-and-picking-through-your-flaws, silver eyes. With these striking orbs, Reiss can easily determine many things about a cat -- What battle techniques they may use, their likely strength, their likely speed, and wrap all of these together to make a bundle of what we call judgment. But unlike some, Reiss has remarkable judgment.Personality ;;
History [optional] ;;
Other ;;Hurry and get this done. XD You could use the name 'Futileresistance' or maybe 'Renaissanceera' for At Gatherings name, maybe.
We will roleplay in the next week. Just give me a little more time to get everything set up and allow more people to sign-up.
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Display name ;; ⊰ Wʜʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍʏ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴅʏ ⊱
Activity ;; 9/10 Sometimes 8/10~~~
Name in FangClan ;;
CharcoalName when at Gatherings ;;
CoalGender ;;
TomAge ;;
30 moonsRank wanted ;;
Guard (But will settle for warrior if I must :3)Appearance ;;
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There's not much to say about this little tom. He's on the smaller side of cats, but once it comes to other things, he acts as if he were the biggest cat around! His tail is sort of stumpy, but it has a lot of mass to it due to his fluffy fur. His chest is slightly fluffier as well, but then again his whole body is fluffy! His legs are on the longer side, good for running through the territory. His claws are sharp and are almost always unsheathed, afraid of an ambush or an attack. His pelt color on the other hand isn't exactly black. It's more of a coal color with litter streaks of gray, thus where he got his name from. His eyes are extremely vibrant, a piercing yellow that almost forces someone to look away when they make contact. He's not the normal black cat or the normal tabby, but he's unique in his own way. His body is long and lean, once one cuts all of the fur away. Due to his fluffy nature, it looks as if he weren't lean at all. The most common name for his coloring is Black smoke, but it's much more complex then it sounds. If one looks closely, his body is coated with darker spots that mark him as a Black smoke tom.Personality ;;
This tom is very.. unique. He tends to manipulate the things you said into something that he could find offensive to him. Non like all the other toms, he is quite sensitive to many things. He, for one, cannot stand fighting when it isn't him that is doing the arguing. For two, he is quite the gentlemen to other she-cats. He has the charm to inch his way into a she-cat's heart before they really realize it. But, he's nothing to mess around with. Often, he does not return the feelings some she-cat's have developed for him. It takes a lot to get this stubborn tom to like you. That brings up another trait of his.. stubbornness. The moment something has gotten into his mind, you cannot get it out, even if you whack him over the head with a branch. He doesn't really have a short temper since he tends to manipulate the things you say to him. Most of the time though, he ignores what others say about him. Charcoal is well known for his quick thinking, his wise words and his great listening skills. He will often sit and listen to another cat's problems and offer them advice. He loves the feeling of helping others, it makes him float to cloud nine. No, this tom is not the vicious type on a daily basis, but he can be once it's gone to far for him or when he's in battle. There are times though, when you feel like you just want to slam the tom's head through the wall. Trust me, the time will come when you feel that way about him. Over all, the tom is a player, manipulator, stubborn, wise and charming. Just because he is a player, doesn't mean that he will never have the feelings of love towards another she-cat. It's possible for everyone. Though.. he doesn't really believe in the silly emotion. Oh, and, before I forget, this tom is quite loyal to those he believes are worthy enough of it. He would never do anything that would harm this Clan, so I guess you could call him a patriot. Most of the time, however, he's rather cold to other cats. He just wants to get his job done and protect the Clan, even if it would coast him his life. He's quite the blank sheet all the time, his face expressionless as he does something he is told to do. Only when he fights, which is something he rarely does without a good purpose, will he show some sort of emotion.. unless of course he's around cats that he trusts.History [optional] ;;
Charcoal was born to two lovely cats that loved him very much. He was born under another name, but decided to change it once he grew older. But.. that's another part of his history. The name that he carried for most of his life was, Soul . He personally thought that the name did not fit him.. but he could do nothing about it since he had been to young to change it. His parents often brought him out into the forest, taught him the things that apprentices learned and showed him the valuable things in life. He was a very lucky tom to have had such loving parents. His personality was cheerful and humorous back then, but it changed since then. Soon the time came that his parents got ill from greencough, killing them both. Devastated, the tom changed his name to a better suited one and changed his personality.Other ;;
Darkness reins supreme
Sorry for the sort of crappy history ^^The Name at Gatherings portion needs to be a Clan name. That's the only change you have to make before I add him up. Also, he'll start off as a warrior. HPs are earned ICly. c:
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these days are dark and the nights are cold,
people acting like they lost their soul.
[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: tw cent mt; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: center;]Done. Sorry it took so long, I had a serious muse-drop and couldn't do any bios for the life of me. But I finished up the personality, though it's pretty bad, based on my standards. xD
Perfectly fine. I see you chose Futileresistance. :P She'll be perfect for the job; thanks Fang.
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If our love’s insanity, why are you my clarity?"
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I wasn't sure, so I changed it :) I changed it back! And okay, I'll start as a warrior.
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Alright. Adding him up. :3
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[font=georgia]Light pawsteps echoed through the damp walls of the Lighthouse as the young royal-blooded feline crept up the fortress. Auxillia said that she could talk to him. And she'd patiently waited for some time before venturing back up those same steps. Couldn't let on to any suspicion, could she? Though, despite this, she continued to think about him... He even made his way into her personal meditations! "Las Vegas?" she called softly, her entrancing orbs wide. This place still felt so cold and empty; frightening. It was unnerving and she hated that Las Vegas had to reside here. 'But it's better than the latter,' she reminded herself, shaking her fluffed head to the side. Prudentia continued forwards until she came to the familiar area, stopping in front of the cell doors. Her eyes hadn't adjusted, so she couldn't see the tiny pink nose poking out from the bars. "Êtes-vous là?" the slender femme called, narrowing her vibrant occulars, trying in vain to see any sign of the flame point tom. A low moan reached her ears, and she released a small squeak, her fur bristling in fright.
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[font=georgia]Blinking, the young female turned her gaze towards the path they were walking, taking note of the scents around them. "Ever wanted Radical life?" Pru asked, curiousness burning in her vivid stare. Did Permy ever want to become a regular warrior? Or did she just... know that this was the road she was destined to travel?
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I'll add her up. Thanks Blackie.
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_bambi_Activity ;;
Nearly on everydayName in FangClan ;;
TyphoonName when at Gatherings ;;
Typhoonkit/paw/swirlGender ;;
TomAge ;;
Currently unbornRank wanted ;;
KitAppearance ;;
Typhoon is a handsome solid blue cat. His fur his short and glossy and even when he is older his fur will still look kitten soft. He isn’t very muscular and is actually one of the smaller toms in the clan. He is slender with long legs and large paws that he will never quiet grow into. His eyes are a soft green and are large on his face. He will develop scars on his shoulders from a number of fights.Personality ;;
Typhoon is an odd little tom. He often seems very distracted like he is in his own world, and that is because he is. Often Typhoon doesn’t like the world around him and acts out his own in his mind. He will sit in a dark corner, facing the clan and think. Most of the time in his day dreams he is the hero, striking down those that stand in his way. Sometimes he is the villain, going into other clans and stealing kits or killing their leader. It honestly just depends on the mood he is in. Just because he dreams these dreams though doesn’t mean he is a cold blood killer, but rather a large bunny. He isn’t very strong willed and is more of a follower than a leader. He will not easily grow out this and honestly will be a little bit of a disgrace to both of his parents for his weak will. Once he becomes a warrior he will be very solitary and open up to only a few people. He will be a strong fighter with a soft side, usually unable to kill his opponent.History [optional] ;;
He is the kit of Storm and DarknessOther ;;
Darkness reigns supremeThanks Bambi. :) Adding him up. Wait for roleplay until next week.
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{{ Major WIP ;3; }}
Username ;; Azuka.
Display name ;; Flarey.
Activity ;; 8/10
Name in FangClan ;; Delphi.
Name when at Gatherings ;; Delphicoracle.
Gender ;; femme.
Age ;; 17 moons.
Rank wanted ;; Warrior.
Appearance ;;
[ Personality is major WIP ;3; ]
Personality ;;
Delphi is not especially fond of being around people, but she can deal with it for short periods of time. She does need her alone time to recharge, however, even if she are able to tolerate the presence of others. Delphi would feel better at a short party with a small group of friends, but the she-cat would need to get away eventually.
Delphi behaves respectfully around most cats she meets, and is sort of distanced from them. Delphicoracle is not one to form especially close bonds, although the black smoke still has friends. She would rather keep people at length and roam around on her own instead. The she-cat finds she doesn’t really need too many cats to function, or anyone, really.
The femme has a distinct sense of hierarchy when she is with others, and respects those above her. In order to be above her in the hierarchy, however, they have to have proven themselves to her, for this is the only way to earn Delphi’s respect. Delp knows her place in the hierarchy, and the black smoke may occasionally challenge it, but for the most part she cooperates within that place.
It doesn’t take her very long to move past relationships or friendships once they have ended; she just doesn’t see the point in angsting about it. Delphi doesn’t really let others get too close in the first place, and it is rare that she becomes passionate about a relationship. The she-cat is more likely to get caught up in the heat of the moment, rather than have a long lasting, steady relationship. The female is hesitant, but not entirely opposed to, trusting others. She doesn’t let them get too close, but if they move around in her space, it doesn’t bother Delphi too much as long as they don’t try to take something that isn’t theirs.
Most criticism just rolls off Delphi. It takes a lot to get her riled up, and the black smoke doesn’t see the point of getting in a big tizzy like a lot of other cats do over silly things. She isn’t especially curious either; if something is interesting and right in front of Delphi, she’ll look at it, but the she-cat doesn’t go actively nosing into things.
If other things are going on around her, she doesn’t really care unless they are actually affecting her. More of a planner than an improviser, Delphi likes having little routines to go through throughout her life. If she finds a behavior pattern that works, Delphi is going to continue to use it, and she doesn’t see much point in innovating. It’s too much bother when she has something that already works.
The black smoke is a relatively organized cat; she keeps her things where she needs them, and Delphicoracle has her set patterns of things she does and when she does them. Focused when the mood strikes her, but that only happens when Delphi has to focus on something important. Most of the time, the femme is pretty lax, just kind of lost in her own head. The cat prefers to keep things simple, definitely, and do things the easiest way possible. Details are a lot of work, especially if they are unnecessary. She is not necessarily a perfectionist, as long as she gets what she needs in the end. Delphi is easily satisfied if she has her basic requirements.
Delphi’s mind is slow and methodical most of the time, but it can occasionally move in very fast spurts if it is inspired or provoked. If something is important, she will apply her brains to it, and will move faster than most would expect out of her. Sometimes she can scare others with these unexpected leaps, and can also be unexpectedly vicious with her wording. The femme is blunt and to the point, and she doesn’t see any point in sugarcoating things. Delpicoracle is adequate at reacting to sudden turns of events, although sometimes they can trip her up if she isn’t expecting them. Delphi also tends to make decisions based on logic more so than emotions; Delphi finds that emotions often hinder the ability to make sensible decisions, and doesn’t see the point in letting them do so.
Delphi doesn’t get particularly attached to people, but in the brief periods that she is, Delphi does show a bit of affection, although she certainly doesn’t go over the top. Her type of affection is tough love, and she likes teasing and playing with her friends rather than showing mushy other types of affection. Delphicoracle is definitely a physically affectionate person, although this affection is more like tackling and chasing and wrestling than cuddling and doing silly things like that. And even with the amount of affection she displays, it is still difficult for others to get close to her, because her inner emotions are very hard to reach, and she keeps them protected. Delphi has to really trust someone to let them in, and even if she does think about letting them in, Delphi may decide against it, due to the lengths of the bonds the black smoke tends to maintain.
She is not one to actively seek out conflict, but if she finds herself challenged, she isn’t going to back down. Also, if Delphi’s things or others she cares about are threatened, the femme will not hesitate to defend them, forcing the threatening person to back off as best she can. She is normally not easily provoked, but if these things are threatened, that’s when her temper activates, and she can be quite vicious. Delphi confronts people directly and sees no point in passive-aggressive bullcrap, finding it cowardly. She has scorn for others who can’t face conflict directly or who use a more sly way of getting back at someone. It is not easy for people to hurt her emotionally, she has pretty thick skin. Even when she does participate in conflict, the female isn’t hurt by the fact that her important things are threatened; she is merely defending her territory. It takes a lot to really hurt Delphi down to your core. And even if she has been hurt, the she-cat doesn’t really show it, save for a tendency to lash out more often.
She doesn’t really hold grudges; Delphi only fights when she is provoked or when Delphi is challenging someone, and is not one for revenge. She tends to keep things bottle up, even if it makes her lash out more because of it. She is also not very perceptive of others’ emotions; she tends to only notice things about herself, and doesn’t concern herself with others. It is really hard for her to pick up when someone is upset if they are not displaying it directly. And because of this, empathy does not come naturally to her, and she finds it difficult to help others feel better. Delphi finds that it is very awkward for her to deal with emotions, since she represses so much of her own.
The only control she needs is control over herself and her own life. As long as Delphi has what she needs, the femme feels no desire to have control over others, as long as they don’t keep her from getting what she wants.
Delphi prefers to listen rather than talk, and she is not a talkative she-cat in the first place. Delphioracle only says things that are important, finding small talk irrelevant and a waste of time. The black smoke doesn’t see the point in putting effort forward for something that she finds has no value. Delphi is also a very independent cat; The she-cat takes pride in the fact that she is making her own way in life, and that she doesn’t need anyone else’s help to do so.
[ So much for a softie, Feary xD]
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Other ;; Darkness reigns supreme.
[/fancypost][size=6pt][color=white][font=book antiqua][c] jinx Oh Flan. :) The persona is gorgeous. Brava.
now get the rest doneI'll add her up once you're finished. ^^Display More
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these days are dark and the nights are cold,
people acting like they lost their soul.
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Apparently, Absinthe wasn't the only one who didn't seem to like this idea. Stormy stood up, gray eyes cold and furious. "No, she has no rights to take away our freedom!" The gray tabby snarled angrily to Adamant, her milky white claws unsheathing instinctively. "I can go outside whenever I want to! Vivacity is just making this rule for pleasure! There's not a point to it!" Looking at the High Queen now, Stormy added, voice still just as rude and boiling with anger as before, "You're underestimating us! We know how to fight! We know what we're doing when we go into the forest and hunt! Just because you can't even kill a mouse doesn't mean we can't!" The young she-cat's tail lashed, and every muscle in her body wanted to tear Vivacity to shreds. "If you don't think I know how to fight, I'll show you I can!" Stormy began to swiftly walk up to her leader, claws prepared to rip the snobby coward apart and use her pelt as a throwrug.The tabby quickly leapt up onto the small space remaining on the windowsill, then hurled herself at Vivacity, her claws unsheathed and prepared to do some serious damage to the leader.
Other;; I am the prize for rotten judgement.Lovely darling. Adding. :)
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[font=georgia]After the frightened moment, a voice lulled her back into safety. His voice. "Oh ... vous m'avez fait peur!" she meowed, wetness stinging at her eyes as she rushed forwards, pressing her slender face against the bars, gently trailing until she was able to nuzzle his red muzzle with her own. Her excitement and vain joy caused a bit of soft laughter to escape her parted maw; crazed, gleeful laughter. "Je n'étais pas en mesure de quitter. Ils soupçonner la trahison." she explained in a rush, her hazel optics scanning the darkness until she found his hypnotizing chocolate stare. This immediately calmed her, and she let out a breath of relief. "Êtes-vous mal? Que dire de vos jambes?" Pru asked, her voice softening and her mind quickly thinking of a solution. Unfortunately, Auxillia had forbidden her ability to heal him. So she watched on, helpless. It was very upsetting.
A certain light entered her vivid pools as he said he missed her, her expression turning to allow a small smile. She pressed her muzzle against his once again, little shivers rippling up her spine. "Vous êtes toujours dans mes pensées. Pourquoi êtes-vous si intrusive?" she asked softly, the French flowing of her tongue like the sweetest honey, her tone lighter, almost playful. Her gaze once again locked onto his, more serious now. Prudentia's question was in a joking fashion, but she continued to wonder why Las Vegas was always on her mind. Why was he so fascinating? Her agile mind flashed through the possibilities. It was obvious she cared for him. But did he return the affection because of who she was? Perhaps because of her looks. She wanted to believe he missed her because of his own longing of her. She had to believe.
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Awwww. <3 Track track for Prudentia's siblings. ^^
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[Font=georgia]Prudentia also froze when their muzzles touched, hesitant, wondering if she'd made the wrong decision. And then, he went to brush his tail tip over her angular skull; as his rper so nicely put, a painter to a canvas. It was an odd sensation, one that she was a bit confused. But a small purr escaped her vocals, expanding softly into the air, her sudden realization of this gentle motion causing her to smile in happiness. She leaned her muzzle against his plush tail and when the hairs reached her nose, she sniffed delicately... and then sneezed. Startled, she stared at him, playfully accusation lingering in her hazel optics, and laughed again, her nervousness dying away with each moment longer she spent by the flame point.
When Las Vegas confirmed his own fascination, she smiled in satisfaction, nodding slowly and sitting down beside the bars. For what seemed like several minutes, she simply watched him. Not in a stalker, creepy sort of way; more of an observatory standpoint, like how an artist would study a subject before beginning a masterpiece. Simple and without any pressure. "Hmmm." Pru contemplated for a moment longer before giving a small shrug with her boney shoulder blades. While she wanted to know the exact reasoning behind her emotions for him, she would just have to settle for the unknown. Very frustrating, indeed.
As his next words trailed off, Prudentia tilted her fluffed head to the side. "Mais ...? Qu'est-ce que c'est? Qu'est-ce que a bloqué votre esprit, ma chère?" she asked, confusion and curiousness flashing in her vivid oculars.
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[font=georgia]Oh my freaking Jesus, you scared me! I was like whaaaaaaaaaat?!
You'll be able to have the private thread with Prudentia going for a bit... and then will Adventure take over? Or should we just put things on pause? That part confused me a little. :)Also, have a lot of fun at camp!

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[font=georgia]Prudentia smiled warmly, flicking her tail from side to side. "That does seem nice." she meowed, focusing her eyes on the forested area ahead. Permanentmarker said that the snakeroot would be found in that part of the territory. "Don't see Auxillia much. She has work overload." the tortie and white femme commented, wondering what it'd be like to spend quality time with the co-leader. She had actually spent more time with Chthonic, her father, than her mother - something that could potentially get her into some trouble in the future. Besides, any real talk that she and Auxie had was short because being in charge meant that there was very little room for personal time. C'est la vie.
ooc: I saw the leaving thread. Hope we can continue this as long as possible. :)
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[font=georgia]Alrighty, thanks for filling me in. :)
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Rough idea formed for when these kits will be chosen? Or are there not enough apps so far? /too lazy to scroll through
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Alrighty. Which days need apps? I can maybe make another one, if you need another person in a different day. I can just change my form. :) Tell me how I can help.
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[ ooc: Welcome to the new chapter of FangClan. This thread is only for those who signed-up (link located on the first post). All Rules and Information regarding this Clan can be found on the first post as well. Now, for a quick recap:
Recently, a massive grizzly attacked FangClan. Several dozens of felines were killed in this raid and parts of the campsite have been obliterated. No one to lead, the camp was pure chaos - and Darkness had vanished. Only a valiant deputy and a few choice guards could direct the swarm of frightened cats. It was a miracle they could even drive the beast off of their land. The bear is gone... For now, at least. FangClan will spend the next few moons rebuilding, regrouping, and reaffirming their trust in their Clanmates, leader, and themselves. But this is a dark time...
And let us begin. c: ]
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"Shut your fucking trap. It's just me."
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"What the hell do you mean, 'Where've I been?' Look there."
" ... "
"Ha. Almost believable. I know Razored told you."
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"Yeah? Well, it's a little to late to lecture, Reiss. It's been done."
" ... "
"Why did I come here? Because you're the only fucking freshly-nursing she-cat left in this pit. And because we both know that those little scraps of fur at your stomach maybe have 2 days and then they're done."
" ... "
"Yeah? Welcome to reality."
" ... "
"All of that aside, I'm doing you a favor here. You're welcome."
" ... "
"I don't expect you do anything. You don't want these kits, then fine. Drown 'em in the swamp for all I care. They're nothing but baggage to me. But I thought you'd like to raise them. They are, after all, my kin."
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"Good blood, my sweet, good blood. They'll be some of the finest this Clan has seen. Much more than what your bundles of joy could ever hope to attain. Stop with the tears. Pointless waste of energy."
" ... "
"That's the best part. No one will ever know. You can take all the credit for their success."
" ... "
"I'll make sure of it. And if you get any smart ideas of revealing the true identities... well, your entrails will be used as measuring tape for the distance between here and the city. You and anyone involved. Understood?"
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"Good. Congratulations and here are your consolation prizes."
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"Yeah, yeah. Names are all yours."
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"No one will know. They don't even look like me..."The harsh breeze billowed through the thin trees, the near-empty FangClan camp, and the long feathered pelt of a tiny figurine sitting at the base of the Hightree. No emotion was readable on her boney expression, her cold, unfeeling stare cast out onto the wreckage of her Clan. Many bodies still litered the dry ground, scarlet pools dotting the clearing like a twisted, polka-dotted canvas. Slowly, a menacing snarl formed upon her ebony maw as she rose to petite kitten paws, three the same pitch black and one vibrant ivory. This would not do... This would not do at all.
With abnormally fast movements, the elven feline turned and leaped upon the Hightree, her slender limbs propelling her forwards until she rested on one of its highest branches. Large, gaping claw marks stretched across the base of the mighty oak from where the bear had attempted to sharpen its blades. A low hiss escaped the parted muzzle of the cat and grew to a familiar, booming growl - surprising for such a small, delicate creature, no? Well, Darkness was no fragile kit. Hardened from a harsh past and a grueling period as deputy and then leader, she was skilled in handling most any situation.
"Cats of FangClan! Get your pathetic asses out here!" she yowled, her high-pitched voice cutting through the quiet atmosphere like a knife. Large cerulean oculars scanned the ground, waiting impatiently for the remaining members of her Clan. Darkness was angry... No, more than angry. She was pissed. How could a stupid bear cause this much destruction? Where the hell was Spirit, Storm, and Torment? She was gone all of a week and her Clan now lay in ruin. Another loud growl was released as the petite leader flicked her tail back and forth in the irritation she was feeling. FangClan would need to grow in number... and fast.
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The familiar growl reached his perked ears, sending frustration, irritation, and relief through his massive frame. Torment climbed to his sore pads and went outside, his bright cerulean gaze scanning the black until he found the small leader perched on the top branch of the Hightree. The large albino Maine Coon trotted forwards, his eyes narrowed in speculation and similar anger to that of his sister. Where the fuck had she been? He would speak with her afterwards, but in the meantime, he was quite interested in what she had to say. Not because she was his leader, but because she had a lot of explaining to do. Cats would be asking questions and expecting answers. Would she even answer any of them?
[ ooc: Sorry for the lowish muse. I'm running on fumes right now. XD ]
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[font=georgia]"Trespassing frowned upon." came a soft voice from in front of the tom. A pair of large hazel irises watched the feline for a moment longer before its owner stepped out from the covering. The daughter of the co-leader Auxillia narrowed her alluring stare in suspicion but no unfriendliness was otherwise visible on her slender features. Prudentia stepped once more towards the tom, her abnormally long limbs carrying her lithe calico form closer. "Name." she stated simply, her plush tail flicking side to side as she awaited an answer.
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The roleplay thread is up. Everyone who already has an approved application may head over.
http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1092960.new#new
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Alright. Just fill out the applications for them. :)