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    Character Name: Nebula
    Character Age: 15 Moons
    Gender: She-cat
    Alliance: None
    Rank: Kittypet


    Appearance (6 or more sentences): Me? How do I look? Well, most cats say I'm beautiful, which I believe I am. I mean, I've seen myself in my housefolk's tall, shiny, looking-glass things (mirrors). From what I've seen, I have reddish-orange ears, kinda flame-like I guess. But then again, most markings on my body are flame-like. Hm, no matter. Anyways, I have a tan colored coat, which I keep sleek and clean. My tail is also a tan color, but it is ringed in flame-like coloring, just as my legs are. Some cats say the marking are very unique, and, of course, I agree. I have very sharp claws, my tail is approx. 5 mouse lengths long and...um...shoot! What am I forgetting. Oh, yes, my eyes and collar. My eyes are a beautiful ice blue color, with small specks of green, whereas my collar is a red-violet colloar with a small, jingly bell on it.


    Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements): My personality? My personality? Well, some cats (meaning my neighbors) say that I am a very rude and stuck up kitty. I don't believe I'm stuck up in the least! I'm just more...high-maitenence, is all. And as for the rude part, well, it's not true. I often speak my mind, and it sometimes comes off as rude. What else? Oh, yes, they say I'm feisty and fierce, which I totally disagree with. I mean, I think I'm very calm and relaxed and...ewwww, what is that mouse doing in my house!? Get it away, get it away!


    ---Likes (at least 3): Lets see, my likings are the following: Tuna, Toms, Myself, Kits, My Housefolk, Toys, and did I mention myself?


    --- Dislikes (at least 3): Let's see, my dislikings are the following: My neighbors, Rogues, Loners, Dogs, Wild Cats (Clan cats), Wild animal such as mice, squirrels, rabbits, etc.


    ---Strengths (No MORE than 5): My strengths? Ooooo, we're getting to the good stuff! Let's see, my strengths are the following: My charm, My beautiful features and My hunting abilities (although why should I need them?).


    ---Weaknesses (At least 3): My weaknessess? Well, if you must know, they are the following: Toms, My curiousity, My generosity (though rarily shown), and my consistantly big mouth.


    History (8 or more sentences): Well, let's see. Me and my siblings were born to very abusive parents, rather violent in their ways of teaching. They taught us how to hunt and fight for ourselves, but we always came out of training with many injuries. One day, me and my siblings were out hunting when a large, red van pulled into the alley that we were currently residing in. My sibling scurried off, but I let myself be captured by the man that was walking towards me. Why, you may ask? Well, I wanted to escape the h*llhole I was in, that's why. Anyways, the man caught me and brought me to a place that had many other animals there, including dogs. I think one of the other she-cats I met there called it a "pound," whatever that is. I stayed in a cage for four days and i was finally adopted by the two housefolk I am currently living with. After that, I never heard from siblings again, and I always have this urge in my heart that makes me want to go back into the wild. Back into the forest that I was born in.


    Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio): Nebula sat in the windowsill, looking out of the window and into the moonlit forest. the place she was born in. The wild blood was thrumming in her veins, but she had to ignore it. She must. Ever since she escaped her terrible parents, she promised herself she would never go back. "Nebula, what are you doing?" Her housemate, Luc, questioned from where he sat on the sofa, looking over her. "Nothing, just....looking." She mumbled as her eyes continued to scan the forest, searching for any sign of movement. Maybe she would see one of those clan cats again, the ones that always came here to chat with some of the local alley cats. "You're not planning on leaving, are you?" Luc questioned, a hint of fear in his voice as Nebula snapped her head around and looked at him, her ice blue eyes glittering. "Heavens, no! Why would you ask such a ridiculous question?" She questioned, looking back out the window. She knew why he had asked that, and, truthfully, she wanted to leave. Maybe she would....someday.


    Comments (optional): Nope, just hope it's good enough.

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    Me? How do I look? Well, most cats say I'm beautiful, which I believe I am. I mean, I've seen myself in my housefolk's tall, shiny, looking-glass things (mirrors). From what I've seen, I have reddish-orange ears, kinda flame-like I guess. But then again, most markings on my body are flame-like. Hm, no matter. Anyways, I have a tan colored coat, which I keep sleek and clean. My tail is also a tan color, but it is ringed in flame-like coloring, just as my legs are. Some cats say the marking are very unique, and, of course, I agree. I have very sharp claws, my tail is approx. 5 mouse lengths long and...um...shoot! What am I forgetting. Oh, yes, my eyes and collar. My eyes are a beautiful ice blue color, with small specks of green, whereas my collar is a red-violet colloar with a small, jingly bell on it.


    ρєяѕσηαℓιту.


    My personality? My personality? Well, some cats (meaning my neighbors) say that I am a very rude and stuck up kitty. I don't believe I'm stuck up in the least! I'm just more...high-maitenence, is all. And as for the rude part, well, it's not true. I often speak my mind, and it sometimes comes off as rude. What else? Oh, yes, they say I'm feisty and fierce, which I totally disagree with. I mean, I think I'm very calm and relaxed and...ewwww, what is that mouse doing in my house!? Get it away, get it away!


    нιѕтσяу


    Well, let's see. Me and my siblings were born to very abusive parents, rather violent in their ways of teaching. They taught us how to hunt and fight for ourselves, but we always came out of training with many injuries. One day, me and my siblings were out hunting when a large, red van pulled into the alley that we were currently residing in. My sibling scurried off, but I let myself be captured by the man that was walking towards me. Why, you may ask? Well, I wanted to escape the h*llhole I was in, that's why. Anyways, the man caught me and brought me to a place that had many other animals there, including dogs. I think one of the other she-cats I met there called it a "pound," whatever that is. I stayed in a cage for four days and i was finally adopted by the two housefolk I am currently living with. After that, I never heard from siblings again, and I always have this urge in my heart that makes me want to go back into the wild. Back into the forest that I was born in.


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    Mother: Unknown
    Father: Unknown
    Siblings: Unknown


    єνєηтѕ.


    - Abandoned by her twolegs in the ThunderClan forests
    - Speaking with the ThunderClan warrior, Halofire. {Jack}


    тняєα∂ѕ.




    σтнєя.


    ~Theme song: Work Out by J-Cole
    ~No mate
    ~No kits

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    Nebula sat in the windowsill, staring out of the window and onto the streets. Her eyes flicked towards movement near the door, and she let out a small purr as her twoleg came in. She hopped down from the windowsill and trotted up to her twoleg, rubbing against her leg before sliding out of the small door that was meant for her. Her ice blue eyes scanned the area for a brief moment before she nimbly made her way down the steps, onto the grass, and out onto the sidewalk. She padded along the streets, wondering who she would meet and what she would find.

    Nebula sat down on the Sunningrocks, dabbing her paw in the water. "Why am I even here again?" She mumbled to herself, shaking her head, causing her bell to jingle. "I thought I finally left this life when I became a kittypet, but then again, I've always been proven wrong." She mewed to herself, drawing her wet paw under her chest and resting her head on the rocks, staring at her reflection in the water, her ice blue eyes glinting slightly as her flame-ringed tail swished back and forth against the rocks.

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    Character Name:Nightflame
    Character Age: 25 Moons
    Gender: She-cat
    Alliance: ShadowClan
    Rank: Warrior


    Appearance (6 or more sentences): What do I look like? Well, I'm very stunning, if I do say so myself. I have a pelt as black as night; eyes ice blue as the sky. My right front paw is white, and I have a small locket of white on my chest. My body is a slender as a willow tree and my claws are as sharp as knives. My tail is approx. 4 mouse lengths long and my teeth are as sharp as thorns. All in all, I'm a very beautiful-and dangerous-she-cat.


    Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements): My personality? Well, for starters, I think-no, I know-that I'm better than my clanmates. I'm a little picky with what I eat, and tend to throw angry, hissing fits when I don't get what I want. Although I may act like a spoiled princess, I fight just as good as any of my clanmate-perhaps even better. I'm as protective of them as a queen is protective of her kits. I tend to be a little rude and smart-mouthed, but it makes me all the more difficult, which is soemthing I enjoy.


    ---Likes (at least 3): My likes are the following: Toms, Myself, My clan, My looks, and food.


    --- Dislikes (at least 3): My dislikes are the following: A dirty pelt, Kits, Kittypets, Rogues, and Loners.


    ---Strengths (No MORE than 5): My strenghts are the following: My hunting skills, My fighting skills, and My good looks.


    ---Weaknesses (At least 3): My weaknesses are the following: My stubborness, My disobediant nature, My Cockiness, and My short-temper.


    History (8 or more sentences): My history? Well, I can't say it was all that eventful, but I'll tell you anyways. My parents were very loving and spoiled me to death, seeing as I was the only kit that survived their leaf-bare litter. They gave me anything and everything I wanted, but made sure I wasn't too bratty. They always told me they saw potential in my blood, so when I got my mentor they were disappointed because it seemed like I was too prissy to do anything he told me. They thought I would never be as strong as them. Boy, did I prove them wrong! A moon after I was made a warrior, they died-well, murdered is more like it. By Who? Well, why would I tell you my darkest secret? Like I always sawy, "Never judge a book by its cover."


    Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio):


    Comments (optional):

    Nebula let out a small hiss as she stub her toe on a small rock. She rolled her eyes, shaking it off, before looking across the Thunderpath. She looked one way, then the other before dashing across it and onto the other side, reaching the other twolegpath. As she walked along the sidewalk, she peered into the forest. Her blood ran cold and she froze in her spot as she spotted a pair of eyes staring back at her.

    Nebula let out a small sigh of relief, glad it wasn't one of those wildcats. Or even worse, one of the wildcats she knew. "I'm Nebula, pleased to meet you." The flame point she-cat mewed, her small golden bell tinkling as she sat down. "Um, what were you doing in the forest? Don't you know how dangerous it is?" The she-cat questioned, an expression of shock appearing on her face. Of course, she secretly missed her old home, but she would never tell that to anyone. She didn't even tell that to her best friend.


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    ooc: lol, that's kinda funny. But, don't worry about it, I supposed forget my actual best friends name. And since two of them are twins, they get kinda Peeved when I confuse them :)

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    What do I look like? Well, I'm very stunning, if I do say so myself. I have a pelt as black as night; eyes ice blue as the sky. My right front paw is white, and I have a small locket of white on my chest. My body is a slender as a willow tree and my claws are as sharp as knives. My tail is approx. 4 mouse lengths long and my teeth are as sharp as thorns. All in all, I'm a very beautiful-and dangerous-she-cat.


    ρєяѕσηαℓιту.


    My personality? Well, for starters, I think-no, I know-that I'm better than my clanmates. I'm a little picky with what I eat, and tend to throw angry, hissing fits when I don't get what I want. Although I may act like a spoiled princess, I fight just as good as any of my clanmate-perhaps even better. I'm as protective of them as a queen is protective of her kits. I tend to be a little rude and smart-mouthed, but it makes me all the more difficult, which is soemthing I enjoy.


    нιѕтσяу


    My history? Well, I can't say it was all that eventful, but I'll tell you anyways. My parents were very loving and spoiled me to death, seeing as I was the only kit that survived their leaf-bare litter. They gave me anything and everything I wanted, but made sure I wasn't too bratty. They always told me they saw potential in my blood, so when I got my mentor they were disappointed because it seemed like I was too prissy to do anything he told me. They thought I would never be as strong as them. Boy, did I prove them wrong! A moon after I was made a warrior, they died-well, murdered is more like it. By Who? Well, why would I tell you my darkest secret? Like I always say, "Never judge a book by its cover."


    яєℓαтισηѕнιρѕ.


    Mother: Unknown
    Father: Unknown
    Sibling(s): Unknown


    єνєηтѕ.


    - Exiled out of ShadowClan
    - In an unknown barn encountering a small family


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    ~Theme Song: Cockiness by Rihanna
    ~No mate
    ~No kits

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    Nebula shook her head in disbelief, though she had no rooms to talk. "Ha, if you only knew what it was really like." She mewed, shaking her head and looking at the ground, her eyes swirling with unknown emotions. "Not everything out there is safe. I should know." She mumbled, her tail flicking back and forth behind her.

    Nebula shook her head and rolled her eyes. "And this is why I'm never going back to the forest." She mumbled, quickly slapping her tail over her mouth before quickly getting to her paws.

    Nightflame smirked, quickly grabbing a sparrow from the fresh-kill pile. She had already eaten a frog and a mouse, yet she was still hungry. With a small smile, she lay down near the warrior's and began to pull the feather's off of the sparrow, her midnight black pelt shining.

    Username: Nebula
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    Avengingangel (angel)
    Activity Level:
    Usually a 10/10, but if I have homwework or other things to do, it's a 8/10
    Kit's name:
    Thaliana
    Gender:
    She-cat
    Appearence:
    Me? What do I look like? Well, let's see, in my opinion I'm pretty. Well, mama tells me so. I'm a light brown tabby she-cat with all white paws. Hehe, white paws! Anyways, I have beautiful sea-green eyes and some people say when I stare at them it makes them feel all squemish because it seems like I can see right into their soul. But, I can't see into their soul! That's just ridiculous. Oh, I have a white locket on my chest, which is pretty cool to me. Oh, I know I'm forgetting something. Ugh, what is it, what is it? Oh, right, my eyes. Well, I told you they're sea-green right? I believe I did, but when I'm mad they turn into a really dark shade of green, which isn't really a good sign. Especially if the cat that made me mad is within my line of eyesight. It's just not good.
    Personality:
    My personality? Well, for starters, I'm very mean, spitting and hissing at my family when they get on my nerves. Don't get me wrong, I love them, I truly do, but you can't say that your family's never annoyed you. If you do, I know your lying. I'm very cold-hearted and tend to keep my feelings to myself, not really wanting to tell my family anything.
    Why do you want this kit?: Because I've never roleplayed a kit from birth, and I think it would be really cool to see their personality change and what not
    Roleplay sample {WITH KIT}:


    Plots ideas:
    Nothing major, but she could possibly fall in love with a clanner, but her and her family have this huge fight or something and she runs off.
    Other:
    This is my sub-account. My actual account is avengingangel(angel). Oh, and she looks like my avvie.

    Nebula let out a sigh, rolling onto her back as the golden bell on her red-violet collar jingled, signaling to anyone nearby that she was there. She rolled her eyes, her tail flicking back and forth, and hopped to her paws as she heard a rustle in the bushes. She let out a low, menacing snarl, crouching low to the ground.

    Nebula let out a low growl towards Galaxy, her ice blue eyes flashing angrily. "I could care less if anyone heard me or not. The forest isn't a stranger to me, nor should it ever be." she mewed calmly, sitting down and curling her tail over her paws as yet another BloodClanner appeared. Nebula let out an annoyed sigh as a small she-cat, seeming to be a kit. Rolling her eyes, she flicked out a paw and swatted at the small kit, aiming to swat her aside.