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  • Raising my kits will give me gray fur! Needs supportive friends, very open.

    The dark brown eyes of Jemkit remained shut as the small, squirming kit's world dissolved around him, leaving him in the dehiscent cold of the wide, wide world. He had been last born, and rightly so; he was a bit of a runt. His soused pelt leaked of the callico colour, his nose was pastel pink as a dainty rose. The pads of his paws were also this feminine pink; whom would have guessed that this kit was male? Shivering in the ice enveloping him, he wriggled his minute body towards the fur wall that was emmitting heat, sinking his small head into the bristling pelt of his mother. The warmth was all he could consider right now; he was helpless and relied on it.

  • {{вяøκeи яe¢øяđ}}{{Free quality fancyposts, graphics, makeovers}}

    Please could all those wishing for a camp from me bump their posts? I have been going through pages I have missed and there seems to be a lot of chatter.


    I also might start selling my chibi; and if you want a header, you can ask me, I do ones like the one at my camp. :)


    Also, I decided I wanted to see what I'd look like with rainbow eyes 8D


    Recolor Me!


    Username;; ((The one you log in with))
    Image you want retouched;; http://i.imgur.com/3AiKtSa.jpg

    Display Spoiler


    Yes, it's mine. No stealy x3
    What you want recolored;; Eye :)
    Color you want;; RAINBOWWWW
    Other;; Nope :P

  • Raising my kits will give me gray fur! Needs supportive friends, very open.

    .:Sky:. wrote:


    Hollykit grinned and lightly nipped jemkit


    Jemkit squirmed a little, his tiny body small and damp. Jemkit lacked the strength or attitude to nip the bright eyed Hollykit back, so he wriggled back towards his father. His cold pelt basked in his warm fur, and his large ears did not process the sounds floating by. He was subconciously aware of his parent's love, but this did not currently matter to Jemkit; all that mattered was keeping warm.

  • ~ тнє вαη∂ιтѕ яρ тняєα∂ (ѕιgη υρѕ ιη¢ℓυ∂є∂) ~

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    Cinder


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    [font=courier]I think that killing all our cats off will kill the thread, and I was thinking more of a prophecy or longer RP's. We could go adventuring and join the BHR?
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  • this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore - sign ups open!

    a working progress;;



    { the basics }


    So... what's your name?
    "Hey there!" My name's Charlotte."
    Do you have any nicknames, Charlotte?
    "Yes, I was going to say... everybody calls me Charlie."
    And how old are you?
    "Seventeen; well, eighteen in April."
    April the what?
    "April the twenty-seventh."
    And where were you born?
    "Los Angeles, California. I've lived there all my life. Well, until now."
    So I assume your ethnic background is-
    "Yup. Sweet home California."
    If you had to pick a theme song?
    "California Girls- joking! I'm not too sure, something diva..."
    What does your dorm room look like?
    Honey, that's a wip.


    { the outside }


    Now, what colour are those eyes of yours'?
    "I thought you had eyes... they're a grey-blue. If I were to be utterly descriptive, I'd say 'Frosted glass snowflakes with a tinting of blue.' Well, see for yourself!"
    And your hair?
    "Ditto. But it's a sort of dirty blonde flowing into a pale brunette. I wear it down most of the time, and it waves in loose curls like some sort of crazy, golden ocean!"
    How tall are you?
    "I'm really short. I won't grow anymore, so I'll be stuck being five foot two forever."
    This might sound rude, but how are you built?
    "With bricks and carbon, haha! Actually, I used to be called a stick insect at Elementary School, can't think why. I'm not exactly curvy, but I am slim."
    Do you have any tattoos or piercings?
    "Modifications? Eww. I have none, not even my ears pierced. I think it's gross to have a bit of ink or metal stuck through your body."
    Now for clothes?
    "Ok... think California beach babe; I am into Hollister, don't judge me, and I'm content with a simple top, hoodie, shorts and sandals. Nothing girly, and I wouldn't be seen dead in a dress."


    { the inside }


    Now for the hard part... how would you describe yourself?
    "Well, I don't know. Teal and orange stripes. I'm bubbly, giggly and cheerful, I smile a ton and love to give hugs! You get the picture. I'm not deep or shallow, and my confidence stretches only to talking to people. I don't think, well, I hope I'm not vain. I will go up to you and say hi, I mean, what's the worst that can happen? My flaws include that I'm really over emotional. I sobbed my heart out in Kung Fu Panda. Maybe you could describe me as a little over the top and well, just about crazy."
    What do you like?
    "Oh, lots of things. My favorite color is blue, my favorite food is either cheesecake or sorbet and my music taste, I'm afraid, is pop. I love running out in the open air, especially along my homeground Venice Beach. Swimming's fun, especially in the ocean. I also love my friends!"
    And what do you not?
    "Firstly, accents annoy me. This might sound rotten, but they do. I'm scared of a lot of things, including spiders, the dark, heights... yeah, I'll stop now..."
    What's hot?
    "Radiators. Maybe someone who gets my plain old weird sense of humor. I can just picture him, walking down the beach, brushing the salted water out of his windswept hair before breaking into a run towards me, sea green eyes reflecting a surreal image of the ocean..."
    What's not?
    "Guys who play hard to get. Guys who think they're edgy and individual with their creepy music taste and style. Emo guys. I'm really fussy..."
    crush


    { the player }


    username almost
    screen name almost
    activity 9/10
    nickname Call me almost or sabby :)

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px double white; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 50px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center][shadow=#855E42,left]carlie jeanette



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    Her name is Carlie Jeanette Arnold, and she is sixteen years old. Everybody, obviously, calls her Carlie (no shortening to be done there), but sometimes Carlie-J. She was born on the twenty-sixth of April, in the year 1996, making her around sixteen and a half. Her theme song is a thousand years, Christina Perri, and her dorm room looks like this:


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    [fancypost bgcolor=#E47833; border: 4px outset #ffffff; border-radius: 50px 50px; height: 100px; overflow: auto;][size=17pt]the history;;[/size]
    Carlie was born in Salisbury, a city in England. It is a place of heritage, and it has always fascinated Carlie since she was born. Living there all her life, you would have expected her to be bored by all the medieval settlements and history, but not Carlie. Her mind always draws a picture of what could have been, and what it was like.
    Her parents were both Britons, but not from the area she lives in today. Her mother was a London businesswoman, her father formerly a guitarist in a folk band. How the two could coincide in a world like this, nobody knows, but they seemed to get along pretty smoothly. They met at a music festival of the summer solstice, at Stonehenge. Her Dad was rocking out, playing tunes on his guitar, her mother a student on her gap year. They had a few drinks, followed by a few dates, and they married not long later. And then? Bam came Carlie.
    Carlie was an only child until she was seven, when her brother was induced to the world. Those first years were not difficult for her; they lived in a bed and breakfast with a large garden near Old Sarum. She spent her childhood with a guitar, strumming tunes and learning through her father. Since her mother still worked in London, her father cared for her and spent time with her, and they became particularily close. Her music was very important to her, and she had a natural gift vocally. She played the flute, guitar and sung. She went to the local school, and made a few close friends. She was never the most popular one, but she wasn't an outsider, a weirdo; she was more of the pretty, quiet girl who was always smiling, always there.
    Carlie loved her younger brother very much; his name was Jonah. He was only one when it happened, and Carlie was only eight. A car crash; a deadly car crash. It was on the summer solstice, the way home from their annual outing. They collided with another car and her father and Jonah were killed.
    __


    Carlie's life was never the same. Her mother was always in London, and she was pretty much always stuck on her own. She would just go up to her room, pluck away at her guitar. The bags under her mother's eyes deepened, and at Carlie's young age, she didn't realise that she'd turned to something worse than alcohol.
    She became tired, and her friends did pity her, but not enough. They thought she became a bore. She didn't talk much, and didn't want to. Her life drifted away pitifully, her school grades tumbled down, and her life pretty much relied on music.
    When Carlie started secondary school, aged eleven, she promised herself she would be different; that she would be friendly, and wouldn't let what happened three years ago get to her. And chances were, she kept it up. She made lots of friends, was as kind to everyone as she could possibly be, and was generous and sweet. She'd tell them her story, but not seek sympathy. She would be sad, but wouldn't show it. So Carlie lived her life like this, and it was good for her. She was a good chef, as the majority of the time her mother spent at work and she cooked for herself, and as for music, she was a natural.

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    Carlie's hair is auburn brown, and she wears it tumbling over her slight shoulders. Her eyes are green-grey, and her most beautiful feature; almond in shape, with a forest of colour, and thick, dark lashes framed by auburn arching eyebrows. She has a dusting of freckles, and pale, consistent skin. She is five feet and six inches tall, and her build is light, delicate and feminine.
    Clothes Style:
    Spring ♪
    Summer ♪
    Autumn ♪
    Winter ♪


    Swimwear:
    ♪


    Dresses:
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    Jewellery:
    ♪


    Carlie has no modifications except for her ear piercings.

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    Carlie is a real sweetie; she's compassionate and loves being with others. She is very friendly, and tries her hardest to be nice to everyone, no matter how horribly they treat her. She smiles a lot, and hugs everybody; she tries to be a sunbeam in a world of darkness. A real virtuous spirit, she forgives and forgets with ease, and doesn't hold a grudge. She is, however, one of those people who will give in for a quiet life; if she is vulnerable to losing a friend, she will ignore the point and forget all about it. She's a little bit go with the flow.
    However, Carlie's ease of forgiving is somewhat of a weakness; she puts her trust in anyone, and once too often. She doesn't really care for the right thing providing everyone's happy, and tries hard to befriend as many people as she can.
    Carlie's strengths include music, her ease at making friends and her cooking skills.
    Her weaknesses include ball sports, strength and being plain old loud.
    She likes..:
    Cookies, cake and apples.
    Blue, gold and lime green.
    Music!
    Butterflies and dragonflies.
    Lying on the beach.
    Watching people surf, or trying to.
    New countries.
    Places with character.
    Making friends.
    She dislikes..:
    Broccoli.
    The colour red.
    Ball sports.
    The dark.
    Creepy crawlies.
    Rain.
    Big cities.
    People who judge her.
    Turn ons..:
    Blondes.
    Tans.
    People who love her for who she is.
    Sweet guys who try.
    Green eyes.
    Turn offs:
    Fakeness
    Dyed hair
    Big egos
    People who think they're better than everyone else.

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    username;; almost
    display;; 9/10
    muse;; average 8/10
    tc;; le moi
    call me almost, al or sabby (:

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    Done :3

  • this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore - sign ups open!

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px double white; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: 10px; font-size: 50px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center][shadow=#855E42,left]will rushton
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    Will was born in 1993; the first of October to be precise, making him nineteen years old. His name is Will Carl Rushton, but he completely shuns his middle name and bestows his full name with 'Will Rushton'. He has no nickname, as he despises any name other than Will. It probably reflects his personality on why his theme songs are heavy rap; Pass Out, by Tinie Tempah, and Mirror, by Lil' Wayne. His dorm looks like this;
    [img width=510 height=340]http://s2.hubimg.com/u/4277237_f520.jpg[/img]
    As you can see, decorating is not that important to Will.

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    Will's history is consistent and not much of a talking point; he was an accident. His mother was drunk, and only sixteen, clubbing in Rio, and he was never intended to happen. She brought him up (thankfully she had quit school at sixteen; but her intelligence and money weren't flying). Of course, Will loved his mother, and looked after her at the worst of times. He never knew his father; neither of them even knew his name.
    He lived like this for nineteen years; still caring for his mother. He scraped through the majority of the time earning a little cash from sports and games.

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    Will is, undeniably, good looking. He has smooth, tanned skin, chocolate brown eyes and jet black, gelled up hair. He is six foot five, so very tall, with a muscular and athletic build. He doesn't pay much attention to clothes, and is pretty much happy with a white t-shirt and jeans. He has a tattoo of the classical tribal fire (here.)

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    Will is, surprisingly, shy, and is very protective. He's better making friends with girls than guys; probably because 'hard-to-get' is programmed into his personality. He's usually quiet, definately a listener over a leader, and doesn't talk much in large groups - not out of embarassment or fright, he just doesn't feel he needs to get a point across. Lacking an opinion on larger matters where he knows he will not make much difference, he puts no emotion towards these causes at all. However, smaller, pettyer descisions, he will try and peacemake and stick with what's right, even if it means fighting against a crowd of two or three.
    Likes;;
    All sports, especially basketball and the more manly edge of gymnastics.
    Rock music.
    The colour orange.
    Hot weather.
    Fruit.
    Peace and quite.
    Surprisingly enough, clingy girls. Nobody knows why.
    Dislikes;;
    The cold.
    Rain, when he can't play sports.
    Soppy music.
    Pop music.
    Clubs.
    Girls who like pink.
    Turn ons;;
    Highlights.
    Great smiles.
    Brown eyes.
    Cling-iness (he isn't at all clingy himself though; he just likes the security.)
    Surfers.
    Turn offs;;
    Compliment diggers.
    No self respect.
    People unnecessarily deep or shallow.
    Snobs and brats.
    Useless pretty faces who can't do anything.
    Geeks


    Crush: Celia Marie Batiste

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    username;; almost
    display;; 9/10
    muse;; average 8/10
    fc;; no idea
    call me almost, al or sabby (:

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    Done :3



    DONEEEEEEEEEE! *ta-daaaaaa face*

  • A New Day Shall Dawn... [p] Angelstorm's Kitting!

    Autumnkit smiled quietly at the other kits, ears fluttering back from the harsh screams of Azaleakit. She did not show it, partially lacking the thoughts on how to, but Autumnkit agreed with Azaleakit; what wonders would sculpt themselves outside the tame and beknown camp? They could go on an adventure, make new discoveries, of which were currently concealed from the innocent eyes of the cats, but soon to be upturfed, the souls of SunClan enchanted. They could leave as kittens, and come back heroes! Autumnkit did a merry skip in excitement.