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  • Ohai.

    [size=1]<blockquote>Ohai.
    I'm Simple. (Or Simpleh, hehe.)
    I'm 14, and I've been role-playing for like, two years. Fun times.
    I've lurked the site for a bit and finally got off my lazy butt and joined.
    Hope to role play with y'all soon. <3


    (psifyoudon'tlikegaypeoplewecantbefriendskthxbai)</blockquote>[/size]

  • Ohai.

    <blockquote>[size=1]Thanks. <3 I probably will enjoy it here unless everybody hates me. :B
    zomgletslurktogether8D[/size]</blockquote>

  • Rêver - Loner

    Cat's Name: Rêver
    Cat's Age: Fifteen Moons
    Gender: She-Cat
    Alliance: Loner
    Position: Loner
    Appearance: <blockquote>Rêver is a slim feline with short fur. Her head is smaller than most cats, but her ears are rather large. Her fur is a light brown, but turns dark around her neck and head. Her face is almost completely black, but her mouth has white specks, and so does her forehead. Her eyes are a dazzling blue-green, but unless you look closely, you won't see the green in it. Despite her small stature, she is a bit muscular. She has a small scar above her eye.</blockquote>Personality: <blockquote>Rêver is kind of shy, but that doesn't mean that she would refuse a fight. She is cocky, and a bit full of herself. She cares for other immensity, though, because all girls have that tiny little caring gland, right? She gets jealous easily, and likes boys more than girls. Rêver thinks that most she-cats don't want to lift a finger, but that's because shes only seen the kittypets. Even though she's a little shy, she loves to talk to new people, she just won't do it often, or when said cat is with another. She hates kits, but who knows, maybe one day...</blockquote>History: <blockquote>Rêver was born to Feliz and Adora. Feliz was a one night stand type of guy, so Rêver never really knew her father. Adora left Rêver, and her brother, Abel, to die. They were raised by a kittypet, but Rêver decided at ten moons that that wasn't the life for her. She told her brother what she was going to do, and he tried to talk her out of it, but she refused to listen. Alone in the world, she had no clue what to do.


    She met a older tom who taught her how to hunt, but he died before he could teach her how to fight. She's won many, and lost many, but she'll never forget how her own brother attacked her. She won the fight with a scar. Her heart has been broken, and she's been trying to avoid him ever since. It's been a while, but she's almost (not quite) forgiven him.</blockquote>Roleplay Sample: <blockquote> Foxpaw flinched, that was it. She jumped out of the water, her eyes avoiding Icepaw. She started walking back into the forest without him, glaring as she turned around. Her head was high, but her heart was low, did she make him mad or something? Maybe it was his pelt, but wasn't this a dream? It would come off, then, right? She sighed angrily before starting to sprint into a dark area of the woods that was shrouded in fog. After a few heartbeats it got darker and darker until she was completely blind. "I-icepaw" she mewed weakly, not even bothering to make it into a question.


    Snap. A twig; she thought that it was Icepaw, but no, it wasn't. She shivered in fear as a dark figure came out of the fog, but her heart jumped with delight as she saw who it was. "Larkkit!" she mewed, rushing over to nuzzle his fur affectionately. The small kit said nothing, but a large smile was on his face. He flicked his tail behind him and started walking, Foxpaw tilted her head for a moment before following him. "Where are we going?" she asked. Larkkit looked behind him, then to his sister, and shook his head. Foxpaw looked back to see a row of angry cats behind her, but she couldn't scream. These cats were those who had broken the warrior code. She gave a mew of distress before going to follow her brother into the unknown.


    The fog lifted slowly, and the young apprentice sighed in relief. She saw Icepaw, and unknowingly, turned to walk over to him. Her brother shook his head and pointed east with his tail. Foxpaw frowned, but followed anyway. The two cats walked in line of Icepaw's sight, and when she thought she heard him, she turned her head. He was staring at her, but she followed her brother. She opened her mouth to say something, but her brother placed his tail over her mouth. Suddenly he broke into a run. "Larkkit! Don't leave me again!" she wailed, her voice high with pain. She ran after him, but when she lost sight of him, everything went dark.


    Foxpaw blinked open her eyes to see Icepaw asleep beside her, and... herself. Her mouth opened and her eyes got large with horror. "I-I" she stopped, looking around. She had to be dreaming again, right? She shrug it off as that and walked out of the den. Smiling when she saw her mother. Wait, she was blind now, right? Uneasiness flowed through her, but she held her tongue. Her mother walked past her. Into the medicine cats den. On her face was a look of love, but that soon turned into sheer horror as she saw her daughter. Foxpaw stood, unable to move, as she heard her mother screeching in pain. "FOXPAW! FOXPAW!"


    The whole clan was alert by now, and the young apprentice walked over to her mother. "Momma!" she mewed, smiling as her mother looked over. "M-" she was cut short as her brother came, along with her father. She nearly d- well, you know what I mean. Tears formed in her eyes, "Daddy?" she mewed, smiling. The russet coloured warrior smiled, "We'll take care of her," and to Icepaw, Larkkit beamed. "Thanks for taking care of Foxpaw!" he squealed, his voice high and sharp, almost painful. The two warriors turned, and Foxpaw looked once more at her friend before vanishing.</blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote>I have no muse. :-\
    http://www.flickr.com/photos/awfulsara/59909476/
    The RP sample is from my website.
    BAWH, IT WAS SAD TO RP. Poor Icepaw blamed himself. OTL</blockquote>

  • Avatar

    [size=1]<blockquote>I don't really know where to put this, so I'll put it here.


    No, not Avatar the Air bender, or whatever it's called.


    Did any of you see Avatar yet? It was amazing. It was worth the three hours. :-P


    I can't wait for it to come out on DVD. <3</blockquote>[/size]

  • Settling in?

    [size=1]<blockquote><blockquote>The small she-cat sat atop of a tree, watching the two cats converse. She lifted one paw, about to jump down, but thought better of it. Rêver frowned. Had it been only one cat, she would have loved to go down there and speak to them. After a few moments she heard the black cat speak. Ravenwhisker? She frowned and perked her ears. She couldn't help but giggle as she heard the tabby's name. Against her better judgment, she leaped from the tree, and hit the ground with a soft thud. "Hello," She smiled, the faintest hint of an accent came out. "My name is Rêver,"


    ooc;;
    I hope you don't mind me joining in. ^^</blockquote></blockquote>[/size]

  • Cedarclaw - ThunderClan

    Cat's Name: Cedarclaw
    Cat's Age: Twenty-nine moons
    Gender: Tom
    Alliance: ThunderClan
    Position: Warrior
    Appearance: <blockquote>Cedarclaw is a fairly large cat. But oh no, he isn't fat, he's just big-boned. (XD) The fact that his fur is always puffed up doesn't help his plea much. He is a brown cat with tabby markings on his head, and the faintest of them around his body. His tail is shorter than most cats', and his eyes are a pale green. His claws are long, and he has no scars as to date.</blockquote>Personality: <blockquote>Cedarclaw is... abrupt. He will speak his mind, and he doesn't care who hears it. He's lost a few friends this way, but he isn't impolite. No, scratch that, he almost never shows manners, unless you know, he has a crush. Cedie is awkward in social situations, and will probably end up saying something bad about you, or just messing up the conversation. He hates kits and apprentices.</blockquote>History: <blockquote>(Too lazy, brief summary.)


    Cedarclaw was born to two ThunderClan warriors. He had two brothers, Bramblepatch and Brownpaw. His father left the clan for the life of a kittypet, and his mother found a new mate. Brownpaw was killed by a WindClan cat. Bramblepatch was more outgoing than his brother, and he currently has two kits. Cedarclaw has always hated kits because of how annoying they are. He had a mate for a while, but she got sick and died.</blockquote>Roleplay Sample: <blockquote>Not needed.</blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote>http://www.flickr.com/photos/n…in/set-72157603331155266/


    Cedie is my homie on many websites. BUT I was too lazy to C/P everything I wrote out for him. >.></blockquote>

  • Come get a baby!

    <blockquote>[size=1]Username
    <blockquote>Simple.</blockquote>
    Kit's name
    <blockquote>Cricketkit/paw/song </blockquote>
    Kit's gender
    <blockquote>Male.</blockquote>
    kit's coloring
    <blockquote>Red tabby.</blockquote>[/size]</blockquote>

  • She-cat needed

    [size=1]<blockquote>Hi. c:
    My cat Cedarclaw needs a mate, 'cause it's more fun to role-play cats in love. P-:


    I'd like it if said she-cat was in a different clan than him.


    Also, it's not gonna be instant love. Yucky.


    Here is his bio.</blockquote>[/size]

  • Settling in?

    [size=1]<blockquote><blockquote>Rêver dipped her head politely before her smile turned into a smirk. "I suppose you both are just traveling, am I correct?" She whipped her head around to the other cat. "Your name, did you used to be in a clan?" She asked, moving away a bit. She had always hated cats who were in clans, it creeped her out. Why would you want to be confined to one part of the forest? She sighed softly, and looked Ravenwhisker in the eye, a questioning look rising.</blockquote></blockquote>[/size]

  • More than expected (SiMPLE)

    <blockquote><blockquote>
    But hold your breath...


    The brown tabby sighed contently as he lay under an old oak tree in peace. No annoying clanmates to pester him into doing things he didn't want to, no queens, and no kits. He frowned and started clawing at the earth. His brother had two kits, both apprentices now, but he wanted to throw them against a wall still.


    Because tonight will be the night...


    Cedarclaw got up and stretched before sniffing the air. He smelt many things, mostly dirt, but he couldn't ignore that scent of rabbit and mouse. He closed his eyes and began to follow the smell, trying to track it. Once he was sure where it was, he crouched down and began to move slowly, so slowly, towards it.


    That I will fall for you over again...


    He wasn't the fastest cat in the clan, due to his bulky size, but his long legs made up for that. As soon as he saw the rabbit, he started running toward it. His paws hit the earth with a large 'THUD', and the rabbit sprang into action. The chase was on.


    Don't make me change my mind...


    After a moment, Cedarclaw almost had it in his jaws, but he tripped over his paws. "Mousedung!" He spat, as he watched it go over the WindClan border. He padded over there, not caring about boundaries and what not. He grinned when he saw the rabbit coming back in another direction, but then his smile faltered. He saw a WindClan cat, female, chasing it. He hissed in annoyance.


    Or I won't live to see another day...


    Cedarclaw ran for cover, and gasped when he saw her on the border. He jumped from his hiding spot and hissed angrily. "What are you doing!" He yelled when he saw she was turning to leave.</blockquote></blockquote>


    I swear it's true...
    [size=1]Fall For You: Secondhand Serenade[/size]