Posts by RMS Titanic

Traits: I am a a shaggy furred tom with mysterious eyes and sharply pointed ears with small tufts on the tips. I am always worrying about anything and everything, but I honour and respect my elders, always.

History: My mother was killed by a mountain lion.

May i have the farthest right male Siamese?

Username: RMS Titanic
Kit Name: Mosskit/paw/belly
Kit Appearence: jet black tom with short fur and dark blue eyes
Kit Personality: loyal and obeying, often quiet
Histtory:[Not Needed.]
Are You Ready To Have Some Kit Playing?: yup!
Others: Storm

Traits: I am a short furred Tom with passion in my eyes and a sturdy, muscular build. I am very nervous and always twitching with anxiety, but I love family and care very much for young kits.

History: My mentor has been very harsh on me and is being super critical of me. I'm starting to really feel bad about myself.

OOC:
Name: Clearkit/paw
Mentor: Veresaun

IC:
Clearkit, a short furred light brown tabby tom sat among the BloodClan cats, watching cats become mentors and apprentices. His blue eyes flashed in realization that he was to become an apprentice today. He twitched, and his sturdy muscular form shifted weight untill he was sitting straighter, trying to hide the anxiety that chased him.

Traits: I am a a short furred Tom with deep, thoughtful eyes and a large build. I lose my temper very easily, but I honour and respect my elders, always.

History: I came here from a fallen Clan.

A dark lilac tom stalked through the forest, tracking a favorite prey of his: long-tailed pheasant. His deep-set and thoughtful yellow eyes flashed with determination as he tensed his large muscular frame. Wriggling his haunches, he pent up his strength there, unsheathing his long black claws. Pushing off the ground with his hind legs, he leaped forward, and landed squarely on the bird. With a faint smile, he opened his jaws to reveal eerily long sharp white teeth before plunging them deep into the pheasant's throat. biting harder until the struggling bird lie limp in his jaws. He began to drag his prey through the forest, when the sound of a cat close by made him freeze. He dropped his prey and flattened his ears, whipping around to face the unknown cat he'd heard, a low growl of defense in his throat.

For a moment fear welled up, but was cut off when he realized this she-cat was no fox. he narrowed his flashing yellow eyes and squared his broad shoulders. " I did not smell your markers." He replies slowly, tailtip flicking. He blinked and looked at the odd cat, curiosity growing.

Traits: I am a a short pelted tom with deep, thoughtful eyes that are slightly crossed. I am impatient with other cats and can be overly critical of them, but I am loyal to the Warrior Code to the very end.

History: I was found lost and wandering as a kit and brought here.

Blackpaw, a brown tabby apprentice with black striping bounded up. "I wanna play!"

A brown tabby tom with almost jet-black striping on his fur watched the leader and medicine cat apprentice of SkyClan speaking. His golden eyes flashed with curiosity and yearning. He had no mentor, but was a part of SkyClan. He had come to this clan with an apprentice name, and yet he'd no clue how he'd even came upon this group of cats. For a young apprentice of 8 moons, he was shy, but obeyed others in the Clan.

Blackpaw, as he was called, padded towards the to cats, hesitant as he knew they had great authority over him. Yet he found his paws carrying how towards the two cats he called Clanmates, and then opened his jaws to speak. "I...I'm sorry if i am interrupting, but, may I train with you two? I seem to have failed to acquire a mentor and quite frankly, i'm not even sure how I came to this Clan two moons ago..."He mewed softly, respectfully. His head and ears where dropped low in respect and greeting, his right forepaw stretched towards them on the ground in the gesture of greeting he seemed to know.

Traits: I am a a ghostly-looking Tom with mysterious eyes and a stub of a tail. I'm lazy, taking any excuse to sleep in and avoid my duties, and maybe I just need to gain more confidence.

History: My mother died giving birth and I was the only survivor in the litter.

Can I adopt Puddlesplash and Cedarleaf?

Display Name; RMS Titanic
Cat name; Puddlesplash
Age; 14 moons
Appearance;

Gender; Tom
Persona; defensive, challenging, clever, can be very affectionate/friendly. Brother to Cedarleaf.
Powers?;
Clan; ShadowClan

Display Name; RMS Titanic
Cat name; Cedarleaf
Age; 14 moons
Appearance;

Gender; she-cat
Persona; caring, clever, accepting, can be very affectionate/friendly. Sister to Puddlesplash.
Powers?; can see glimpses of future events
Clan; ShadowClan

Username: RMS Titanic
Display Name: RMS Titanic
Activity Level: 8
Character You Want: Whisp
RP Sample:

Clearkit padded towards the leader of BloodClan, and waited as Batkit, now Batpaw, recieved her name and mentor. The light brown brown tabby short-hair's frame twitched as he was given the name Clearpaw and Veresaun. He turned his head to face his new mentor, and saw the look on his face/ He nearly flinched, but held the tom's stare with his own blue orbs and dipped his head in both greeting and acknowledgement of his mentor's silent message.

The muscular yet sleek and sturdy dark lilac tom's ears swiveled backwards and his yellow eyes flashed at her tone. "I see that,"He meowed, tail twitching as he took a pace back and put his long black claws away.

Name: Throb
Cat Number: tom 1
Appearance: jet black tom with sleek and strong frame, piercing yellow eyes.
Allegiance: rogue
Do you at least write 2-3 sentences per post? yup.
Activity: 8

The tom smiled at her, almost entranced by her loving stare. A purr rumbled in his throat, and he pressed his pink nose to her' tail sweeping warmly.
He was no warrior cat, no, nor a valiant alley cat who'd saved this she-cat from disaster. In fact, it was Cocoa whom had saved him from death. He had been planning to kill himself, finding he had no worth in this life. He still remembered it clearly: the icy cold air, the freezing spray of the churning river below the bridge where he hesitated in the beams, the fear and pain filling his mind that he did not matter... Memories flashed in his blue eyes from that night.
The dark red furred tom opened his jaws to speak, but what came out was a whisper:"I love you."

The jet black tom licked his jaws, his piercing yellow gaze fixed on the she-cat. His tail swept slowly back and forth as he raised his chin slightly and flattened his ears, narrowing his eyes and giving a faint hint of a naughty flash of deadly teeth. "Of course,"he rumbled in a low tone, holding his expression.