Posts by Cinuka

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    [br][size=5]Cinuka[/size]
    [size=4] of No Clan
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    [br]Pelt: brown tabby with white
    Eyes: gold


    [br]I am a very long-furred tom with a mischievous gleam in my eyes and a limp of the right front leg. I'm lazy, taking any excuse to sleep in and avoid my duties, but I love family and care very much for young kits.
    [br]I was born in Riverclan and kidnapped by rogues as a kit. I was then raised as a rogue and live as one now.

    Name: Emberthief
    Age: 32 moons
    Gender: Female
    Personality: Emberthief is wild and fiesty, wanting to fight anything and everything she comes across. She will do most anything to get where she wants to be, including killing other cats. Impatience riddles her mind, making her lash out and criticize others at every twist and turn. The only creature she stays loyal with is her leader, Fangbite.
    Appearance (Pictures Only Please!):
    Mate/Crush: Deep down, she cares very much for Fangbite
    Kits: N/A
    Has Your Cat Been A Kittypet?: No

    After just a brief moment, the red tabby raised her head to watch her new-found leader as her tail curled around her paws. Even before she had been permitted into this Clan, she had greatly respected the cat before her.


    [br][size=5]Paintedpaw[/size]
    [size=4] of RiverClan
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    [br]Pelt: Tortoiseshell
    Eyes: Yellow-green


    [br]I am a long-legged tom with vivid eyes and backward-curling ears. I am a daydreamer and cannot concentrate long on anything, but I am loyal to the Warrior Code to the very end.
    [br]I was attacked by a coyote once, but escaped.


    [br][size=5]Cometfoot[/size]
    [size=4] of WindClan
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    [br]Pelt: red tabby
    Eyes: blue


    [br]I am a long-legged she-cat with innocent-looking eyes and a stub of a tail. I cannot swim at all, but you will never find a more loyal friend than me.
    [br]I was born into a group of evil rogues, and when I was four moons old, I escaped from them, after they tried to raise me to be evil.

    The tabby she-cat nearly lashed out at the cat who had bumped into her and knocked her catch from her mouth until she saw that it was Fangbite. Then she dipped her head slightly in apology and picked up the toad once more.

    Cometfoot squatted behind some brush, her icy blue eyes watching a rabbit between the branches. She was downwind of it--in the absolute perfect position to catch it--but just as she went to break cover to chase the prey down, the wind shifted so that she was instead upwind. Irritated, she growled low in her throat and sat up. That was the third rabbit she had missed today, and she was in dire of need of something--or perhaps someone--to calm her nerves.

    Cinuka lifted his muzzle to search for the scent of any nearby cats. He was on the hunt for a place to nest, and he didn't particularly want to run into anybody. Since he couldn't smell anything, he continued on, his uneven lope was easy and showed no hostility whatsoever. Not even when he caught the faintest scents of another cat.

    [size=0.7em]Paintedpaw mewed pitifully as he clung to the branch he'd managed to swim towards. It was lodged between some rocks, and the current swirling around him was just to strong for him to swim through.
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    Lambfur noticed Paintedpaw and leapt into the water swimming toward him.


    Paintedpaw heard the splash of a cat jumping into the water and turned to see them swimming towards him. Hope leaped in his chest, and he moved from the branch onto a rock to try to get closer.