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Temota payed little attention to the newcomers, caught in the web of her own thoughts.
Her kinked tail swished side to side, her patience with this line system was wearing thin.
Despite her friendly conversation, she wasn't the most socially comfortably cat. As more
cats showed up, she began to feel--uncomfortable.
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Temota sheathed and unsheathed her claws, obviously ready to get this moving along.
" I believe I am next, am I not? " She paid no attention to the two cat's short quarrel;
this Scourge cat talk was leading no where. Her tail twitched in impatience, " Or is
this conversation not finished? " She responded tersely.
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Temota nearly sighed in relief; nearly. " Temota's the name. I can guarantee you I'll
decapitate anyone who stands in The Elite's way. I prefer a good rabbit, but I don't
mind eating a couple clan cats now and then. " She drew her tongue over her maw,
" I'm also quite the fighter when it comes to close combat. "
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" With pleasure, " Temota grinned, lapping up the thick, salty liquid. " A bit stale,
but decent at the least, " She murmured, stepping aside. Finally, a member of The Elite!
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Temota, the newly appointed Elite member, was on her first patrol.
-And she scented loners. What a pity-- for them. She drew her tongue
over her maw, following the sour scent. Clan cat.
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Judging by the scent, it seemed there were at least two cats.
Like Fang, she was anxious to prove herself. A low growl erupted
from her chest as Wolf reviled the two trespassers. " Alright,
who dies first? "
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Username: Saccharine.
Cat Name: Poltergeist.
Gender: Male.
Appearance: A large Maine Coon with a
thick, creamy, orange pelt. { Pictured Above. }
How cat joined the TCDS:
Was found in an abandoned Hall of Mirrors as
a kit. Grew up in the ways of TCDS.
Rank: Inspector.
Are you willing to advertise?: Sure. :3
I agree that if I'm not active for two week I will be
given a reminder, then my cat will be taken away
from me unless I have an excuse.
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" Going where? " The overbearing inspector asked, walking straight into
the conversation. Poltergeist seated himself next to Alva, his demeanor was
curious, but slightly intimidating. Although, that's how he always sounded.
He'd barged in out of boredom; for once he didn't have anyone to tease or
torture. " I'd love to tag along and watch. ~ "
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" Training? Aww... " Poltergeist frowned, whining like a student. He
stood, " I think I'll have to take up your offer instead, Climax.
Never too tired for a good massacre. "
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Poltergeist grinned, " How delightful. I simply can not wait. " The
flamboyant tom laughed heartily. He loved it when the little things
screamed for mercy. -But didn't everyone?
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{ Character Name: Saccahrine. }{ Character Age: 2 Years. }
{ Gender: Female. }{ Generation: First. }{ Alliance: None. }
The first thing most cats notice about Saccharine is her perfect face.
Secondly, the assortment of lacy scars that decorate her underbelly.
These are the her representation of the souls she's freed--most cats
would simply call it murder. She has five to date. Isn't that darling?
Her figure could be referred to as lithe and long, a result of her ritual
fasting. Although, we'll diverge into that later. Her coat is is long and
soft, often attended too by its wearer. Complemented by dark,
swirling, classic tabby markings. She also expresses white markings
on her maw and underbelly.
Her paw pads and nose are colored a smoky rose. As for eye color, her
iris is a subtle copper-green.
Saccharine, to put it simply, is a religionist. Everything she does is
meant in favor of the gods. What others call massacre, she calls soul
reaping of the sinners. At first glance, she comes across as reserved,
even soft spoken. I pray for anyone who falls into her righteous claws.
Is she evil? Of course not. She just has a twisted since of right and
wrong. She believes she is to be apart of a mass cleansing of the
sinners, and plays her part well. The scars on her underbelly speak
for themselves. Her ultimate goal is simply to kill all sinners,
including herself.
Despite her twisted sense of morale, she's a pretty laid back cat. I
wouldn't go as far as calling her power hungry, or even bipolar. Sacch
is simply lovely, intelligent, and beautiful, with a deadly quirk. What
qualifies a sinner you ask? A proud look. A lying tongue. Hands that
shed innocent blood. A heart that devises wicked plots. Feet that are
swift to run into mischief. A deceitful witness that uttereth lies. Him
that soweth discord among brethren. Yep, committing one of those
around Saccharine would be like jumping into your own coffin.
[font=georgia]Her cunning, or her ability to think something through.
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{ jglfjh;h. Sorry for the inactivity guys. 
& Yes, please don't power play Blood. }
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Temota lunged at the preoccupied she cat, going straight for her
throat. Her eyes shone with malice and rage. This cat would die.
" I'm going to skin you and your little boyfriend! "
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{ jglfjh;h. Sorry for the inactivity guys.
& Yes, please don't power play Blood. }
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Temota lunged at the preoccupied she cat, going straight for her
throat. Her eyes shone with malice and rage. This cat would die.
" I'm going to skin you and your little boyfriend! "
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[font=georgia]Temota smirked, retaliating from her failed attack. She sprang again,
this time with using her weight to increase her speed. " Fight me
you coward! " She howled, her tail lashing mid-attack.
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[font=georgia]Temota growled as she felt her anger grow; she was itching for this
to end. How dare she let the dirty rat escape her paws. Shame crowded
her senses, making her rage grow all the more. She charged at the cat
again, but instead of aiming for a blow, she nearly ran past her. From
here, she smashed her paws into the foliage, using the momentum to
spring around and attack from behind.
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[font=georgia]Temota grinned, how she loved the sweet taste of victory. She had
this she-cat at her mercy now. " Tell me this... Why are you here? You
are aware this is The Eilite's territory? Do you have a reason why I
shouldn't just kill you right now? "
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{ What would you like me to do from here? Temota will probably kill
her or chase her off, depending on what you choose. x3 }
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Temota frowned, what use would The Elite have for such a weak cat?
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{Wolf, what would you like me to do from here? Temota will probably kill
her or chase her off, depending on what you choose. x3 }
