Posts by belz

[font=georgia]"Mom!" Siren purred, hurrying over to touch noses with the other she-cat. "I just wanted to see you. I feel as if it has been ages since we last spoke." the blue mackerel looked at the elite guard with kind eyes. It was only her mother that the mackerel tabby felt comfortable around, everyone else just seemed so inept. Despite her father, of course, but it was hard to have a feeling filled conversation with him. "How are you?"

[font=georgia]"Mom?" mewed Siren as she approached the small collection of cats. Her whiskers twitched as she took in the scene. She managed to keep an air of elegance as she asked, "Is something wrong?

Siren sat lazily in the mist of the abandoned amusement park, feeling discontent. The usually proud and content she-cat was bored. There just seemed to be less exciting things going on in her life without Harely, and as much as she wanted to be pleased with her newly found seclusion she needed a companion and soon.

Siren blinked back her initial shock and kept her face neutral. A part of her felt as if she lost something, after all she had never seen her mother kill even though she had known it happened. "Of course, Mom. I have the utmost faith in you," mewed the she-cat honestly. She turned to the other cats. "Anyone who disagrees with your choice and talk to the both of us."

[font=georgia]Siren wiggled her whiskers curiously, watching the she-cat with mild interest. The elegant daughter of Lorem Ipsum and Sola Mortem noticed the mouse's behavior immediately. Very vain and selfish, the mackerel tabby had a very rare and analytic brain. She was quick to notice the obscure, as well as quick to figure out why. As the mouse scurried into the mouth of the other cat whom she had vaguely acknowledged earlier, the gears in her head clicked and a small purr of amusement threatened to escape her throat.

Getting up and elongating her body, Siren made sure her presence was known as she stepped towards the other cat. "So, how long have you been a telepathy?" she asked coyly.

[font=georgia]"Of course you had too," reassured Siren feeling the irritation coming from the older cat. She padded closer to her, whispering so her voice could only be heard by her mother. "And you don't need to explain why to anyone. Let the fleebags figure it out for themselves." Lifting her head, she noticed her friend, Harley, in the mix. At least there was once other cat with a brain among the group.

[font=georgia]"Interesting," Siren replied easily to the odd statement. The mackerel tabby was not confused by the she-cats statement, as the cat had discovered long ago that anything was possible. She was the daughter of Lorem Ipsum and Sola Mortem, if anyone knew strange powers and crazy happenings it would be her. "You seem rather strong, unlike most of the mouse-brains that pad around here. Would you care for a spar?"

[font=georgia]Curiosity could be found in the wide opals of Siren Mortem-Ipsum as she noticed the leader's strange behavior. As the trainee of Lorem Ipsum, she had seen the leader's growing aberrant idiosyncrasies become more apparent.

As she looked down to watch the leader's movements, Siren felt her whiskers twitch in confusion. She was much more intelligent than the average cat, and even she could not tell what the important tom was doing. "Avrigon, what in the world are you up to?"

I HAVE RETURNED

After about a month of inactivity due to some personal, real life issues, I have returned to the site and am ready to become more active. I have decide to scrap all my old characters except for Siren Mortem-Ipsum, my muse baby. She needs plots desperately and is pretty much open to anything.

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Alliance: the elite
Sex: female
Gender identity: female
Age 11 moons
Current Rank: trainee/member
Sexuality: strait

Pelt colour: blue minx
Eye colour: deep blue
Markings: cream patch on her chest

Mother: Sola Mortem (adopted)
Father: Lorem Ipsum (adopted)
Siblings:
Mate:
Children:

Favorite colour: deep purple
Theme song: oops i did it again-lea michele version. fighter-christina agularia

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That's about it! Like I said, she is open for pretty much anything bit I will be picky about any mating plots or love plots. She can take on an apprentice as well because she is about to graduate trainee status.

Plot away!

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Username: belz
Nicknames: Whatever you like <3
Activity Average: 7-10
Activity History: The last month or so I had been inactive due to personal issues. With the summer coming, my activity level will return to normal.
Muse: 9 and flourishing

Name: Gatsby
Gender: Tom
Sexuality:Strait
Theme Song:A Little Party Never Killed Nobody (All We Got) - Fergie, Q Tip & GoonRock

Appearance: Cinnamon Lynx Point; Blue Eyes
Gatsby, like the literary character he was named after, is a very handsome tom. He is broad, but not fat, with strong legs and a lean torso. His fur, for the most part, is white with a slight sandy-cream undertone associated with it. Like all points his fur grows darker along his paws, ears, tail and around his nose. Though, it is his eyes that are his most prominent feature. A deep blue, like the ocean, they seem to stare right through you when he looks your way.
Personality:Gatsby is not a very bright cat in that he thinks with his heart before his mind. He is a cat of great passion and great romance, often leaving common sense out the window. Though this does not mean he is stupid. He is simply a dreamer.

Other: Harley Davidson:WIP

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creamypuff : Of course, however with Siren's own vanity it could be a little crazy xD
Could you make it?

@confetti: They could, but Siren will most likely be jealous of her. After all, she is their adoptive daughter (though this is a secret). Since she is a kit now, Siren will probably try to manipulate her...hmm...what do you think?

[font=georgia]Siren let out a breath as she padded across the Elite's new territory, the dirt collecting on the pads of her paws. A heaviness seemed to follow her, blue eyes just as neutral as ever but now carrying a slightly bleakness that was foreign to the personality filled she-cat. Her mussels seemed stiffer, her face harder, and mind busy. After a moon of seclusion, Siren was desperate. Desperate for a friend.

"Harley?"

[font=georgia]Yes another puppet *cough* I mean friend for Siren.
I have to get ready for church, can you make it?

le bump

If you asked any cat who knew Siren, they would probably say that if she could avoid anywhere on the Elite camp, it would be the nursery. If you asked any cat that knew Siren, they would be wrong.

Despite her calculating, all-mighty nature, Siren took pleasure in the younger generation of the clan. There was an innocence in them that she had never had, and only ever could be seen in the presence of her own mother, Sola Mortem. And that was why Siren, despite her general animosity towards the true kin of her mother and father, padded into the kit bearing den and peeked around.

If Siren knew anything about kits, which she knew most things about everything, she knew that all it took was one, unfamiliar, unknown cat to get their attention. So all she did was say a "Hello," and wait to see who responded.

[gah, icky post Dx]

What's Fallon's personality?

[font=georgia]Siren felt her cold heart warm at the sight of her best friend. In a world full of ignorant cats, Harley was the exception. "I've been training, Lorem is going to dismiss me to be a full fledged member soon." she mewed with an air of importance. "How about you Harles?"

[font=georgia]Siren's eyes gazed over Solarious, a small smirk threatening to emerge. She was one of Sola's kits, this Siren was sure. Though there was certainly a strangeness to her. Did she really have two colored eyes? Curious, that was a genetic rarity she did not know her mother to have. "Well hello," she purred to the kit. Why, you look too old for the nursery! Shouldn't you be somewhere else?"

Well, I would volunteer my cat Siren. She is 11, almost 12 moons and is also the former trainee of Lorem Ipsum as well as his and Sola's adoptive daughter. She would be a hard mentor, but the two could probably have some cool plots.