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<blockquote><blockquote>Whitestrike's eyes got a bit wider. So she could speak? She just chose not to? He tilted his head a little. He wondered what her name was - I bet your name has Silent in it, he joked. He watched her as she began to blink her eyes. His brows furrowed. He gave a questionable noise, and he tilted his head. Hm... since you won't tell me your name, may I guess it?</blockquote></blockquote>

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Cat's Name: Jay
Cat's Age: Fourty-two moons
Gender: Tom
Alliance: Loner
Position: Loner
Appearance: <blockquote>Jay is a small gray tomcat. He has a white patch of fur on his chest. His eyes are a dull blue. His nose is in the shape of a heart. His fur is fluffy and he has long whiskers.</blockquote>Personality: <blockquote>Jay is a kind and caring cat. He is over protective of young cats, and believes that everything has a meaning. He is quite the star gazer, and can be found watching the sky at night. He is a cat of few words, and prefers to stay silent, then to talk. He is a great fighter, and despite his peaceful nature, he is not afraid to fight.</blockquote>History: <blockquote>Jay was born into a litter of six kits, but he was the only cat to survive. His mother disliked him, so once he was weaned, she gave him to his father. He was never the best hunter, but he was a great fighter. At ten moons, he became fascinated with stars, and began to wonder where you went when you died. Once he left his father at twenty moons, he began to become quite the philosopher. He met a few cats in his journey, but he never kept in touch. He never tired to find them after they parted ways. It made him a little lonely, but he never thought about it. Fast forward to now. He's come across many cats, shared stories, and realized that he didn't quite like the clans so much. He's been in loner group or two, but they always failed. He's just looking for somebody to make him whole.</blockquote>Roleplay Sample: <blockquote>Not needed.</blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote>Clicky, ignore the eyes.

I've checked the used name list. It wasn't on it, so yush. x3</blockquote>

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<blockquote><blockquote>Rêver smiled. I hate kittypets, they're so lazy, she laughed a little, then started licking Imper's fur. It tasted weird, like it hadn't been cleaned in a while. She shrugged it off, at least she didn't have fleas. Rêver didn't know if she wanted to get those off with.. what do the cats call it, mousebile? Either way, she didn't want to do it. You ate rats? Aren't those like... poisonous? she was amazed that Imper wasn't sick.

Rêver walked over to the puddle and licked up a few drops. May be cold, but it really keeps you awake, she joked. Her tone was surprisingly light. Since Imper told her about some things, she decided to tell a little about herself. I had a brother, Abel. We used to be close, but he attacked me one day. I don't know why, he just... out of the blue. Maybe it was the built up anger of not knowing our father, cause he left us when we weren't even a moon old. Our mum left us too, but she told us that he was a one-night-stand kinda guy. I'm glad I didn't know him, she gave a fake smile. She pointed to the scar above her eye with her tail. Abel left his mark, she said, frowning.

But I gave him something to remember me by, she grinned a toothy grin, and sat down again. </blockquote></blockquote>

<blockquote><blockquote>Whitestrike smiled as he saw a soundless giggle come from her. When she nodded, he started thinking of a few different names. Silent...heart? he asked. He didn't know of many cats with that prefix, and he wasn't sure he could guess it. Silentfeather? Haha, he smirked a little, knowing that that couldn't be the name. He closed his eyes in thought, and gave up. Hint? he asked sheepishly.</blockquote></blockquote>

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<blockquote><blockquote>His head tilted in confusion. He watched as her tail went to her eye, and then down her face. ...Tear? he asked, confused. Silenttear? he asked. Silentcry? </blockquote></blockquote>

<blockquote><blockquote>The she-cat scowled, and Whitestrike wondered what he had done. When he said Silentcry, she smiled, and nodded. Your name is Silentcry? he asked. The Silent part fit her, he thought, but the cry didn't seem to fit her. He didn't know if she cried, and he hoped that she didn't. It made him feel a little uneasy. I think the Silent part fits you, but not the cry. i hope you don't ever cry again, he told her.</blockquote></blockquote>

[size=1]I'm sorry. xD
I thought I had this thread bookmarked. >3<[/size]

<blockquote><blockquote>Greenstrike smirked. That's me, she said. Totally. I'm gonna teach you to be the most kickin' warrior ever, she told her. She was shaking a little. She had no desire to teach any cat anything, but oh well. Not like she had a choice. She had the urge to beat Dreamstar to a pulp. She shifted uncomfortably. She was afraid that she wouldn't be able to teach this cat what she needed to become a warrior. She shrugged the thoughts off, and turned to look her apprentice over. Lets hope you can tolerate me,</blockquote></blockquote>

<blockquote><blockquote>Looking down, the brown tom noticed that their paws had left imprints in the soft grass. He raised his paw, and looked down thoughtfully. He smirked a bit - he didn't know why, though. He was fascinated with the little things. He felt himself lay down, and then he sighed. He closed his eyes, and became lost in thought.

He thought about a lot of things, and again, he wasn't sure why. He looked back up at Silentcry. It was hard to "talk" to somebody when they didn't speak back. That's my goal, to get her to talk, he thought, grinning.</blockquote></blockquote>

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[size=1]<blockquote><blockquote>Image Link: Clicky
Size: (OH! I'm such a rebel, I didn't leave it blank. =p)
Main Text: Jay
Sub Text In the middle of a gun fight...
In the center of a restaurant...
They say, "Come with your arms raised high!"
Well, they're never gonna get me,
Like a bullet through a flock of doves...
To wage this war against your faith in me,
Your life...will never be the same.
On your mother's eyes, say a prayer...say a prayer!
Effects: Could you have ^the text^ be like, faded?
Other: Could you change the eyes to bloo? c:</blockquote></blockquote>[/size]

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<blockquote><blockquote>The large black tom looked around the territory. He opened his mouth, and frowned. Nothing. My, my, my, he said softly, his accent rolling off his tongue slowly. He began walking around, looking for some sort of shelter. His eyes were sparkling with mischief as he saw the snow begin to fall again, and he laughed as he pranced around, kicking snow up, and catching snowflakes in his tongue.

After a few moments he decided to stop being an idiot, and he opened his mouth again. Well, what have we here? He tasted cats in his mouth. Two, maybe. One of the scents was familiar... He shook it off, and began to walk toward the cave. He was at the entrance, and when he saw the two she-cats, he gasped. Terribly sorry, I didn't mean to intrude, He said, standing tall, like a giant.

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Rêver nodded, No, they really don't, It was true. Everything in her life seemed to happen at random, and to be honest, it really didn't matter to her now. The past is the past, history. Yeah... she trailed off, thinking about her unborn kits. She hoped that she could give them a good life now, even without a father. She hoped that Imper would stay after they were born. They deserved to know more then one person.

Terribly sorry, I didn't mean to intrude,
Rêver stopped licking her friend's fur and turned to look at the new cat. At first she thought it was Paranormal, and hissed. Her ears flattened to her skull and she stood up, and snarled. Paranormal?! She asked, hissing in anger.</blockquote></blockquote>

<blockquote><blockquote>Paranormal laughed. No, not at all, he turned to look at Stanza, My apologies, he told her, before turning back to Capricorn, and listen to what he told Cleo. He glanced at Cleo. Okay.. weird, he thought, not sharing her exact level of enthusiasm. He nodded along with Stanza, agreeing with her. Wouldn't it be funny if they came this far, and then perish?</blockquote></blockquote>

[size=1]Not that much muse. Sorry. :c[/size]

<blockquote><blockquote>Cedarclaw watched the apprentice with amused eyes. Already he didn't think much of his apprentice. He hoped that in the near future, she'd prove him wrong. if not, then they were going to have a very bad relationship on their hands. He noted that she was smaller then Goldenpaw. He frowned, then looked down at his paws. I'm gonna be the worst mentor ever, he thought dully.

Wasn't he such the pessimistic cat? Cedarclaw looked back at his new apprentice, and shrugged. So, uh, what do you wanna do today? His voice came out awkward and stretched. He hoped she didn't notice.</blockquote></blockquote>

<blockquote><blockquote>The brown tabby had noted that she didn't like to talk. He still felt bad that she wouldn't, it made him feel as if he'd done something to offend her. He hoped that she did this to other cats, and not just him. That was a selfish thought, though, and he felt bad for it afterward. When she turned away from him, it made him feel worse. A sympathetic look crawled into his eyes and he smiled softly. Hey, none of that. If you won't talk, would you at least look at me? He asked her quietly.</blockquote></blockquote>