Posts by silly2016

Cat's Name: Zebrakit
Cat's Age: 5 and a half moons old
Gender: She-Cat
Alliance: SunClan
Position: Kit
Appearance: <blockquote>Zebrakit has a soft cream-colored pelt. She has faint, grey stripes running accross her back,
and her right ear is white. She is slender, but very powerful. Her eyes are a hazel color.
Zebrakit's tail is slender and tipped with silver. Her back left paw has a scar running accross it.</blockquote>Personality: <blockquote>Zebrakit has a mindful of curiousity. She loves to explore the camp, anywhere from the Medicine Cat Den,
to the Elder's Den. Zebrakit never knew her mother or father, and this influenced her greatly.
Her clan didn't seem to accept her, and she wants to fit in. When she was only four moons old,
she stumbled out of the nursery and found a mouse which she caught and brought back to camp.
Zebrakit is strong, outgoing, and willing to play. The nursery Queens would describe her as, 'bubbley.'</blockquote>History: <blockquote>Zebrakit is an orphan, and she doesn't like to discuse it. According to her clan, she was brought
into the camp one snowy Leaf-Bare by a warrior. The warrior never saw Zebrakit's parents, and nobody
know's who they are. When Zebrakit was found, her hind paw was caught in a bracken thicket.
The wound was infected, and Zebrakit was barely alive. The warrior stumbled upon her,
then carried her swiftly back to camp where she was nursed back to health.
Zebrakit has only one memory of her parents,
a smokey pelt streaked with silver and red.</blockquote>Roleplay Sample: <blockquote>Zebrakit glanced around the camp. All was silent. "Anyone want to explore?" she asked</blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote></blockquote>

Kit name-Clementine
Gender-She-Cat
Color/Eyes-Emerald
Personality-Calm and very thoughtful. Can be courageous and outgoing when challenged.
Roleplay Sample- {Roughly a paragraph, please.}Clementine jumped down the small birch tree, and onto the cracked earth below. She sat by a small puddle, gazing into its depths. "Clementine!" A cat meowed. Clementine glanced over her shoulder at the cat. Her name was Sprinklekit, her best friend. "Hey, Sprinklekit!" Clementine meowed. Sprinklekit bounced up and down enthusiastically. "I found something by the old fox den!" She exclaimed. Clementine's interest was sparked at this. "Really?" she asked. "Show me!" The two cats bounded off over the grassy field.
Other- {Questions? Comments?} How is this?

Clementine's pelt color is tortie. Sorry!

Yes! She looks almost exactly like that. Does that mean Zebrakit is accepted?

Zebrakit sniffed around the nursery. "Anybody want to play?" she asks, prodding a wad of moss with her fore paw. Zebrakit glanced around the nursery. "Nobody?" she meows sadly. With her head down, Zebrakit begins to bat the moss around with her paws. "Take that, you evil badger!"

Cat's Name: Zen
Cat's Age: Twelve Moons Old
Gender: She-Cat
Alliance: Loner
Position: Loner
Appearance: <blockquote>Zen is a small she-cat with peppery grey fur. (White, grey, black... her pelt looks like black pepper.) Zen's eyes are a deep amber color, and her muzzle is snow-white. One of Zen's fore paws is slightly lame, although she tries to cover it up. Her tail is slender and her ears are softly rounded.</blockquote>Personality: <blockquote>Zen is very calm and collective. She will sometimes spend hours on end staring into the distance, studying some blurry, unknown form. Zen is slightly lame on a paw, and this has influenced her actions greatly. She cannot travel for very long without beginning to limp, and climbing does not come easily to her. Dispite this, Zen has never let her paw hinder her actions. Zen is very active, and will often times give advice and help to those in need.</blockquote>History: <blockquote>Zen was born in a Twoleg home with the luxury of a fire and plush pillows to lie in. She was the only kit in her litter, small and very frail. Zen's mother looked after her, caring and loving like every mother should. Zen was only three moons old when her life changed drastically. Her mother discovered that her only kit's leg was lame. Disgusted, Zen's mother threw her out in the muddy garden. Zen mewled pitifully, and soon a group of loners found her. They cared for her until she was older, than seperated. Zen never knew her father, and hates her mother.</blockquote>Roleplay Sample: <blockquote></blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote>Zen's pelt looks something like the grey color on the cat attached. Her pelt is only the grey-ish color.</blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote>Umm... Yeah. The attachment didn't really turn out right....</blockquote>

Zebrakit crept silently along the outskirts of the house. A dark hole in the wall loomed ahead of her, which she was heading for. A large piece of wood lay on the ground nearby, and she stumbled over it. Growling with disgust, she entered the house. "Hello?" she called into the darkness.

Anybody want to be friends with me? (Zebrakit of Sunclan) Loners, Kittypets, Clan cats, anybody?

I'll RP with Flea. My cat's name is Zen. Here's ?topic=34783.0#550070 Zen's bio.

Lets be friends at first... I mean who would walk up to some 'stranger' and say, "Will you marry me?" Alright with you?

Sure. It'll be in the Neutral Grounds.

Zen jumped gracefully down from the tree stump, streching her stiff muscles. She scented the air, and a new smell washed over her. "Hello!" she meows.

Zen's stomach growled loudly. She winced in pain as her body told her, Food! Pushing that aside she scented the breezy air. The musky scent of mouse filled her nose... although it seemed different somehow. Zen tracked down the mouse, it was scrabbling among the roots of an old pecan tree. Dropping into a hunter's crouch, she moved silently toward it. One more step, she thought. Suddenly the wind changed. Catching Zen's scent, the mouse looked up in alarm. Yowling, Zen pounced, killing the mouse with a swift bite to the neck.

Zen had settled down to a nice meal, when that strange scent washed over her, stronger this time. It came from the mouse. After inspecting it, Zen realized it was tainted with Twoleg garbage. Spitting in disgust, she buried the mouse.

Zen still had not eaten. If she didn't get food soon, she would die all alone out here. Scenting the air again, she padded of in a new direction, hoping that the prey hadn't all been tainted by the Twolegs and their evil monsters.

That's fine. I have a loner I just made... her name is Zen. Let me know if you want to RP with her.

Zen was surprised to hear another cat's voice. She glanced over her shoulder, and found a pretty tortie cat looking at her. Sniffing, she realized there was two scents, the blue cream tortie and another scent she couldn't place. The other cat looked nervous. "I'm Zen." Zen answered, dipping her head in greeting. "I have no intentions of harming you, please don't be frightened. And, may I ask, who might you be?" Zen padded over to a rock and streched her muscles. Her peppery grey fur rippled in the weak sunlight.

"Hunting..." Zen meows. "Is not the greatest around here. I'm afraid that I haven't eaten much recently either." She glanced selfconciously at herself, noticing a few of her ribs were showing. "However, I was about to poke around the pond." says Zen, angling her ears over towards a small pond and a cluster of young trees. "Would you like to come?" The words tumbled out of Zen's mouth before she could stop them. 'Demeter seems like a cat to trust... but what about the other cat scent?' she asks herself. She flicked her fore paw in thought, cringing as pain shot up her leg. "Ow!" she meows loudly.

That was the other scent. Zen thought as Anastazie came into view. Poor Demeter, all alone with herself and a kit to feed. She snapped back to reality when Demeter came scrambling up to her, asking if she was alright. "Trust me, I'm fine. This is my lame leg... I must have tweaked it." Zen licked her paw, feeling the pain recede. After a few more licks Zen looked up at Demeter. "I think I'll be fine." She said, gently placing her paw on the ground. It held her weight, but she walked with a slight limp on that side.

Zen crouched down to look at Anastazie. "Hi Anastazie!" she meows cheerfully, her recent injury evaporating from her mood. "Are you ready to catch some pr-" she stopped, catching sight of another cat.

Hello. Do you need my help?

Zen narrows her eyes. "Who are you?" she asks, aware that Anastazie was in full view of the stranger. Glancing towards Demeter, she murmers, "Can we trust him?"

Over this period of time, Zen had been looking at Sil. He didn't look the loner-ish type. He had lean muscles beneath his matted fur, and Zen noticed the way he sat. Proud. Tall. Zen had seen this before. Licking her chest fur in thought, she pondered who Sil really was.

"We were thinking about over there," Zen answered, flicking her tail. "by the pond. It should have a decent amount of prey this time of year."

Zen grinned, remebering her days as a kit. Glancing back at Sil, she began to pad lightly after Demeter, dissapearing into a tall patch of grasses. She paused, listening to Anastazie rant about in the sparse undergrowth. Zen than remembered the tainted piece of prey she had caught earlier.

Zen's eyes widened in horror at the thought of Demeter or Anastazie eating something like that. As for Sil... well she didn't really know him.