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    Username: CanidAviator
    Display Name;; LittleAviator
    Login Name;; CanidAviator


    Cat Name: Foxwing


    Cat Gender: She-cat


    Cat Age: 36 moons


    Cat Rank: Deputy


    Cat Appearance: Foxwing preserves the appearance of a very sleek, very fast russet runt. she's stronger than she looks, but her main attribute still lays in her absolute speed and powerful hind legs.


    Cat Personality: An avid hunter and wanderer, Foxwing loves a good fight and is constantly looking forward. She's always on the lookout for danger, and is the first one to hurl herself into battle- but first usually strikes at the heart. (IE,n poisons water supply, etc.)


    Crush/Mate/Kits: None/None/None


    Other?: Bears a scar on her left shoulder from a rogue who attempted force-kit her. (R***)

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    Username: CanidAviator
    Display Name;; LittleAviator
    Login Name;; CanidAviator


    Cat Name: Foxwing


    Cat Gender: She-cat


    Cat Age: 36 moons


    Cat Rank: Warrior


    Cat Appearance: Foxwing preserves the appearance of a very sleek, very fast russet runt. she's stronger than she looks, but her main attribute still lays in her absolute speed and powerful hind legs.


    Cat Personality: An avid hunter and wanderer, Foxwing loves a good fight and is constantly looking forward. She's always on the lookout for danger, and is the first one to hurl herself into battle- but first usually strikes at the heart. (IE,n poisons water supply, etc.)


    Crush/Mate/Kits: None/None/None


    Other?: Bears a scar on her left shoulder from a rogue who attempted force-kit her. (R***)




    My apologies! D: Thank you for not brutally smacking me down. :)

    Name:
    Newsoul


    Clans; Sealclan, Seaclan,


    Age:
    36 Moons, 3 years old.


    Gender:
    Female


    Personality:
    An avid hunter and wanderer, Newsoul generally dislikes fighting. She's always on the lookout for new friends, but sometimes stupidly wanders into big messes because of it.
    Rank: Leader/Warrior/Loner


    Appearance:
    Newsoul is a slim, agile cream-colored she-cat with large, playful near-black green eyes. Her haunches are extremely powerful, enabling her to climb rocky crags and swim currents extremely well. Her paws are thickly calloused and slightly webbed, much like a dog's.


    Family/History:
    Past clan & family, Sealclan, was slaughtered by an unknown cause. Shortly after finding them dead, she began her wanderings to find her missing litter mate and absent leader. Because of these travels, she's extremely well knowledgeable with prey and herbs... generally through trial and error.

    Other:
    Desperately wants kits, but is a bit leery of toms due to her rogue encounters. Preserves the appearance of a small, thick-coated cream she-cat with brilliant green eyes, a scar on her shoulder (from an attempted r**e.), powerful back legs, a very steady step, and the delicately webbed toes of a large dog.

    Name: Monk


    Clans; Shimmering Zoo


    Gender: Male


    Rank: Random scavenger, provides small yummy novelties to whichever clan he's staying with at the time.


    Clan/Pack: Wanderer


    Species: Red Fox
    (Sorry for being so stereotypical!)


    Appearance:
    Monk walks like he owns everywhere he goes, and it gets him into trouble a lot, which he loves, despite how much trouble he actually gets into. He looks like almost any other red fox, pardon the fact that he's smaller, sleeker, and smirks more than everyone else combined. He was malnourished as a cub, so his ears and nose often look too long for his face.


    Other:
    Has "The Smirk" down to an art. The runt of his litter, Monk named himself and wandered off at too young of an age and wound up getting captured as an illegal pet by humans. As a result, he's good at begging, and (when unsure if his facts are right) has been known to make up Two-legger behavior. But, at heart, he's still a guy. He likes to admire the ladies, raise a little mischief, and has even been known to poop where he eats.

    Cat Name: Foxwing


    Clans; Totalclan


    Gender: She-cat


    Age: 36 moons


    Rank: Warrior


    Appearance: Foxwing preserves the appearance of a very sleek, very fast russet runt. she's stronger than she looks, but her main attribute still lays in her absolute speed and powerful hind legs.


    Personality: An avid hunter and wanderer, Foxwing loves a good fight and is constantly looking forward. She's always on the lookout for danger, and is the first one to hurl herself into battle- but first usually strikes at the heart. (IE,n poisons water supply, etc.)


    Crush/Mate/Kits: None/None/None


    Other: Bears a scar on her left shoulder from a rogue who attempted to force-kit her. (R***)

    Feeling a little more confident, Newsoul stepped forward, meeting no one's eyes. "Where I come from," She mewed. "We use garlic, parsley, peppermint, rosemary, an honey. The garlic helps ward off infections and spoilage in your medicines, the parsley strengthens your body, the peppermint helps with nausea, the rosemary aids digestion and helps with sad spells, and the honey prevents wound infections and keeps the kits quiet and happy," She mewed.

    OOC: Oh, goodness. A lady's man! :) Silly dictators. They don't know what they're getting themselves into.


    Testing the air, Foxwing allowed herself a moment in the sunlight, sighing softly as her eyes slid closed. The muscles on her back slowly relaxed, fading and rolling in the dappled sunlight, sending shadows cascading down her inflamed fur. Light danced on it's surface, caressing the thick, sleek fur. Slowly her booted paws flexed as she enjoyed the moment, ivory claws softly kneading the russet earth. Feeling her spine ripple, she went with the feeling, slowly extending her small body lithely across the warm ground in a languid stretch.

    Testing the air, Foxwing allowed herself a moment in the sunlight, sighing softly as her eyes slid closed. The muscles on her back slowly relaxed, fading and rolling in the dappled sunlight, sending shadows cascading down her inflamed fur. Light danced on it's surface, caressing the thick, sleek fur. Slowly her booted paws flexed as she enjoyed the moment, ivory claws softly kneading the russet earth. Feeling her spine ripple, she went with the feeling, slowly extending her small body lithely across the warm ground in a languid stretch.

    Testing the air, Foxwing allowed herself a moment in the sunlight, sighing softly as her eyes slid closed. The muscles on her back slowly relaxed, fading and rolling in the dappled sunlight, sending shadows cascading down her inflamed fur. Light danced on it's surface, caressing the thick, sleek fur. Slowly her booted paws flexed as she enjoyed the moment, ivory claws softly kneading the russet earth. Feeling her spine ripple, she went with the feeling, slowly extending her small body lithely across the warm ground in a languid stretch. Opening her eyes, they darted around with interest, observing her surroundings.