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<blockquote><blockquote>The tuxedo cat spoke up after Inger, Yes, Darkshadow, are we leaving soon? she knew he said at midnight, and impatience was prickling at her paws. She looked up at the sky - the moon wasn't quite in the middle of the sky yet. She sighed a little, Disregard my question, she looked over at Mellow, and then at Luckycharm. The pregnant she-cat was walking over to him, and Marionette got up, licked her chest fur, and walked away from the two. She padded over to Creek, and sat down next to her. Be safe, she murmured. She didn't want the small she-cat hurt, even though the thought of caring annoyed her.</blockquote></blockquote>

<blockquote><blockquote>The large black tom padded slowly, very slowly, through the territory. He looked around - it was bare. Even in winter. Sighing, he thought of the territory he had left Rêver at. He was beginning to have second thoughts on leaving her alone in that cave. He knew she could fend for herself, but he missed her. I shouldn't miss her, I hate her, He thought bitterly, trying to convince himself that the only reason he felt sorry for her was because she was going to have kits.

Your kits! He was reminded by an annoying little voice in his head. He snapped his head up, and came to an abrupt stop. He groaned. Was he really going to let those kits grow up without a father? He wanted to go back to her - for the kits sake - and tell her that he was sorry, but she hated him now. She never wanted kits, and now she was going to have his.

The loner was torn. Leave her, or go back? There was the obvious, unspoken answer to that. He turned around, and began to pad back to whence he came. She would accept help - but she would never forgive him. Lost in his thoughts, he never noticed when another cat came into his view. His head fell up, and he was taken aback. Was this his land? He frowned, before stopping.

This your land? He asked, his voice steady and cool. There was no way that he was going to show fear right now. He held his head high, and waited for a reply.</blockquote></blockquote>

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<blockquote><blockquote>The large brown tabby was sitting in shock. Apprentice? It was all too much for him to handle. He didn't understand. He hated kits and apprentices, and now he was to have his own? He shuddered, and then frowned. His head was spinning. He thought of Featherflight and calmed down immensely.

He wondered if she was thinking of him too. The thought made him smile, and he looked toward the apprentices' den. Well, if he had to have an apprentice, he hoped that Citruspaw would at least be... mature? He didn't know if that was how he wanted to say it. He thought about Goldenpaw; he liked her. She didn't make him want to rip his fur out. Sighing, began to lick his chest fur nervously.

After a few moments, he got up and began to walk slowly over to the apprentices' den. His steps were clumsy and not graceful in the least. He tripped over his paws a few times. It was a miracle he was a good hunter with his clumsiness. He looked up, around, back down, everywhere. He didn't see the calico she-cat until he tripped over her small form. He hissed in annoyance before mumbling an apology. "Citruspaw," He said quietly, inspecting the cat once more.</blockquote></blockquote>

<blockquote><blockquote>The small gray she-cat had been curled up in the corner of the nursery, sleeping soundly. Her dreams were of the events that had occurred earlier, of Romance, and of Demolition. Her ears flick'd a few times before her eyes opened slowly. She yawned, her tiny mouth opening into a large 'o', and looked up.

There was another cat? She smiled. She wouldn't have to be so alone. She picked herself up and padded over to Scarlet and the new cat and smiled shyly. "I'm Mi- Dustedfur," she corrected herself before speaking. Her voice was soft, and motherly. Even though she wouldn't admit it, she would be a really good mother.

Sitting down, her round eyes looked over the new cat. She tilted her head, and waited patiently for a reply.</blockquote></blockquote>

Cat's Name: Demolition
Cat's Age: Twenty-two moons
Gender: Tom
Alliance: Loner
Position: Loner
Appearance: <blockquote>Picture a dark black night. Picture no clouds in the sky. Now picture vivid green eyes watching you from the brush. You get Demolition. His pelt is midnight black, and holds very little dirt. He has a small scar above his eyelid, but other then that he has no visible scars. His eyes are a dull green, except at night, when the light reflects off them more, making them seem much more bright then normal.</blockquote>Personality: <blockquote>Demolition, despite his name, does not like causing havoc, of any kind. He is a total gentleman, and along with this he carries an English accent. He doesn't trust easily, and if he makes a friend, he becomes a little overprotective. He loves deeply. He is fascinated with nature, and he believes that every tree, every rock, every stream, has a meaning. Did I mention that he's outgoing?</blockquote>History: <blockquote>Demolition was born with one sibling - Gerard. The two were inseparable. After a while, their parents had another kit - Romance. All of them moved in with a loner group, and Gerard was killed. He ran back to his parents, leaving Romance. His mother was a kittypet, and when he went back to her, her twolegs adopted him. Their twoleg friends from England visited, and along with them came a few cats with an English accent. He began to hand out with them, and left his mother once more. He fell in love with one cat- Gingersnap. He spent so much time with the cats that he developed their accent. Eventually they got separated, and Demolition was heartbroken. Flash forward to now. He is still looking for Gingersnap and his sister.</blockquote>Roleplay Sample: <blockquote>Not needed.</blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote>REALLY BAD history. xD</blockquote>

<blockquote><blockquote>The tuxedo cat looked up at Darkshadow, and smiled. Sure, she said softly, taking a small bite of it before pushing it back to Darkshadow.</blockquote></blockquote>

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[size=1]Hey, love. >3
I'm totally joining, and you know it. xD
Also, tsmukán means brother in the na'vi language. hurr[/size]

<blockquote><blockquote>The black tom narrowed his eyes as he listen to the other cat growl. If he wanted a fight, he would get one. His lips pulled back a little, but he made no noise. Wondering why I am here? He asked, stepping closer to the tom. His heart was pounding, and adrenaline pumped through his veins. He forgot all about Rêver. He just wanted something to fight for, now.

He lifted his eyebrow. He stepped back, and sat down. I do not wish to fight, tsmukán, he said calmly.</blockquote></blockquote>

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[size=1]Ooo. It's the language of the Na'vi from Avatar. xDD
I'm such a little geek.[/size]

<blockquote><blockquote>Mentally, Paranormal sighed in relief. He normally loved to fight, and he'd do anything for one, but he was tired, cold, and lonely. It shouldn't matter to him if he was lonely, he was always lonely. He shook his head a little before responding. (calm)Mawey. Yes, I am a traveler of sorts,

He looked over at the other cat. He smirked, and looked back at Capricorn. Do you wish to be a (clan leader)olo'eyktan? Is that your purpose for coming here? His gaze turned hard when he heard her hissing at them. Mawey! He hissed back, shaking his head in disapproval. She-cats. Why did they always hiss?</blockquote></blockquote>

<blockquote><blockquote>The white cat frowned and shook her head. An apprentice? Why did she have to put up with this? Had she really proved her loyalty enough to have one? Shrugging, she kept eating the mouse she was provided with. A tom had given it to her - she didn't know why. Perhaps StarClan wants us to be together! she thought, laughing. StarClan. Pfft.

Once she had finished her meal, she decided that she should, you know, go and talk to her apprentice. She didn't know how to act. Wing it. Just go with the flow... Rolling her eyes at the thought of just 'going with the flow', she got up and cleaned herself up a little before padding over to the apprentices' den.

Yo! Iguanapaw! C'mon,</blockquote></blockquote>

<blockquote><blockquote>The large brown tabby was walking through the moor, with nothing in particular on his mind. He let his thoughts drift to his late mate, and wetness formed in his eyes. He was so proud of his kits, but they never knew their mother. They never would. He shook his head, holding back tears. His paws made soft imprints in the grass. The snow had melted, and it almost looked like dew. He smirked a little before licking his chest fur.

The sun was shining brightly, and it made Whitestrike smile. He didn't understand why he always got so happy. Maybe it was... no. It couldn't be. He sighed happily before walking again. He looked around, and saw a cat sitting atop a hill. He grinned and padded over to her. Hey, he said softly, noticing her distress. He wasn't going to say anything more, yet.</blockquote></blockquote>

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<blockquote><blockquote>Marionette took another bite and pushed it back to Darkshadow. She sighed a little, and licked his cheek affectionately. She didn't really care if he was her leader- she'd treat him the same. It'll be fine, she tried to reassure him- but if she were him, she'd be stressing out too. She listened to approaching pawsteps, and heard Mellow. She frowned a little, and turned to look at him. She sat up, and smiled at her tribe. They would win tonight.</blockquote></blockquote>

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<blockquote><blockquote>The seal-point cat opened her blue-aqua eyes and frowned. Where... then she remembered. Paranormal. Kits. Her life over. Groaning, she looked around the cave she was in. Gems were embedded in the rock, making the cave glow dimly. She felt a strange comfort here - even if it was only from rocks. She shook her head a little and got up.

When she got up, she gave a small 'oof'! And nearly fell onto her stomach. She felt her tail curl around her belly, and she frowned. What would happen when she did kit, and she wasn't able to hunt? Would her kits starve? Would she...? The thought made her lonely. Would she die here, alone, with her kits dead? Nobody knowing where she is except Paranormal?

A small whimper left her lips, and she cursed herself. Don't act weak. That was what her mother had always told her. Shaking her head - again - she padded out of her den, and into the large tunnel system. It never ceased to amaze her. She drank a little from the ice cold water, and then looked outside. Even from here, she could see the snow falling gently. She figured she should hunt in a day or two, because she had almost no more prey left.

Just then, she saw shadows, and she crept back. Her ears flattened to her head, and she hissed. Loudly. Who are you? What are you doing here? she all but snarled. The small she-cat tried to keep herself from being seen, so that her voice may seem bigger.</blockquote></blockquote>

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<blockquote><blockquote>The small white-and-brown she-cat looked away after smiling. The silence, quite frankly, made her uncomfortable. Romance had always been social, even after Minx and Demolition had left. She wondered what happened to Minx. Her best friend had just up and disappeared. She was scared for her - what if she was hurt? She realized that she was thinking out loud, and her ears burned. She laughed nervously, wishing to release some of the tension that hung in the air.</blockquote></blockquote>