Posts by Kiwichu

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    NYXSiREN wrote:


    [size=7pt]it's okay, kiwi <3[/size]


    [align=center][b]FLOODSTOP FOR KIWICHU !
    no more orders until she says so, she packed. her words ~


    You forgot about this. :P
    I was busy at that time, so I didn't take your order.
    And I'm not open at the moment.
    So, you're gonna have to wait.... again. eAe
    Sorry about that. o.o

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    Yes. I read that. :P
    And I understand, but my shop was still closed then.
    So you can't say I missed your order when I didn't take it. :P

  • Cloyd


    [size=4]I am...[/size]
    [size=6]Cloyd[/size]
    [size=5]A loner.[/size]



    [size=3]Eyes: Vivid blue
    Pelt: A red and white tabby. A few scars lay among his pelt in various places.
    [/size]


    Traits: I am a a short furred tom with deep, ambitious eyes and a limp of the right front leg. I lack patience.. though I love to travel, I can never stay in one place for too long. I can be a bit restless and aggressive at times, so I warn you now, don't get on my bad side. I believe change is good, and most of the time, I don't understand why many others despise the idea of "change".



    History: I don't remember my past that well, not at all really. I don't know what my parents looked like, their scent or how they treated me. How I was raised? I don't know, was I raised well? Maybe I was, maybe I wasn't. I don't know where I was born, somewhere close the desert I assume.. What does it matter anyways where I was born, where I came from and such? All I remember is walking through swamps, forests, cities and towns, almost anything you could possibly think of. I've never had a love life, nor am I searching for one either. But if the time comes, well it comes and I'll just have to accept it right? Sure, I have done a few things in my life-time that were violent. I once lead a group of cats on another, no reason for it either.. I was just looking for a bit of excitement y'know? It explains where I got my scars from. If any cat was smart enough, they knew not to mess with me.
    Though there's another thing. I'm pretty troubled right now. I don't know why, but I refuse to take any help. Besides, who could help a cat who doesn't know their own reasoning for being lost? Right..?
    Ah well! Enough of this. It's getting dark out here and that wind is seriously picking up, I should get going..


    [[You call that a past? No? Well I told you, he don't know much about it.]]

  • -- The Life of the Loners - Open to All!

    Cloyd, a red tabby silently limped throughout the forest, each step, every sound he made could barely be heard by another ear. He limped, not because he was injured, but because his right front leg has been permanently crooked by a former raid that he had once lead upon a group of cats quite awhile ago. Though that time was over, it was only for that one brief night, that one violent night of blood-shed and loss of allies, but of course none of them were his allies! Originally he was really just a passer-by. Although Cloyd isn't normally a violent tom, so there's really no need to fear of him, he won't attack, harm or threaten anyone unless you're the one doing the threatening.


    Cloyd's left ear twitched, Laughter..? Scenting the air, a pictured formed in his mind of a few cats, though he couldn't tell their gender or their appearance, but really, that isn't important. He knew they would be no treat to him, maybe they could be some help? He would have to find out, and the only way of doing so was to make his appearance to them. Just as he was a few tail-lengths away from the cats, he noticed a dark figure standing by a near-by bush. He could tell this was a she-cat, What are you up to..? He thought, changing his course from the laughter of cats to this she-cat, who stood in absolute silence. Cloyd himself was also silent on the paws, and without a sound he stood by the she-cats side, "..So. What are you doing here listening on others conversations, huh?" He meowed quietly, just loud enough for only this she-cat to hear him, "You know.. it's rude to be ease-dropping." The red tabby looked to the left of his shoulder where the she-cat stood, his vivid blue eyes gazing intently at Flare, a small smirk laying upon his face.

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    Hey guys, hey guys, hey guys!!!


    Guess what!?!?


    I'LL BE OPENING THIS SHOP FOR A REALLY SHORT AMOUNT OF TIME. :D


    I'm gonna open it in an hour... For only.. 10 people. eue


    So make sure you're on at that time. >:3


    WAIT READ THIS.
    I won't accept complicated stuff. >.>
    Because I'm lazy. xD


    It's either just a really simple colored BG or a transparent BG. But I'm sure you guy would be alright with that right? :3