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 Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 2:13 pm
 . : About Me : . My name is Jacques.
I'm a proud member of the Twolegs.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm 27 moons old, still pretty young.
I'm a kittypet.
My kin include non. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
- My Twoleg owner, Monique
- The tuna and crescent I feast on every morning
- The rose garden in my backyard
- Romance
- She-cats who are hard to get
- She-cats who are nice in general, basically all my little she-cat friends
- Baths
- Being pampered by my Twoleg's wealth
- The music from Monique's violin and piano
- Grooming my fur
- Monique's older female kin, Isabel. Sometimes I like her other times I don't.
- Isabel's friends
My least favorite things...
- Monique's little friends, they won't stop touching me!
- Mud
- Dirt or anything that can get me dirty
- In general, any cat who are rude
- Toms, sometimes they're harder to charm than the she-cats
- When Monique cries
- Being alone in the large Twoleg den
And, my fears.
- Rejection . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Bonjour. Well, I don't know what that strange sound means, but my dear Monique uses it frequently. I'm predicting it's some sort of greeting since she says it when guest comes over. It's a interesting sound. And because of my lovely Monique and her older sister, their unknown language caused my voice to be tinted with this strange accent. Personally, I think it's lovely. And so do most of the she-cats. I'm a very lovely tom and tend to get romantic often. My she-cat friends seem to have strong interest in me however I only see them as friends. My main goal is to find that lovely she-cat who will age with me throughout my life. But until then, my main beautiful mate is Monique! I will take care of her and comfort her when in need. But since i'm used to being pampered by both Monique and Isabel, I tend to live in a wealthy atmosphere. I like.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Many comment saying i'm handsome. Maybe it's the new shampoo Monique uses for me! I do smell quite nice, I must say. But yes, I get comments saying i'm quite attractive. The toms don't approve but I still try to befriend them. As you can tell, i'm a tuxedo cat. My belly, paw, tail and snout is covered in white. While the rest are black. However on my cheek, there is a small unnoticeable scar from my past. My fur is decently long, I get it trimmed often. But never will it be tangle, rough or overgrown! My eyes are a mix of gold and green combined. It's a beautiful shade. You can say i'm well fit and in good shape. Monique and Isabel take me to a small competition once in a while. These strange ribbons are hung on the walls inside my den, I don't know what it is. Maybe a sign of accomplishment? Well it doesn't matter. But this beautiful gold collar I wear around my neck will be treasured forever!
My history, don't go poking around!
My history isn't something tragic involving a family member. Actually, once I opened my eyes as a kit, my family members were no where to be seen! But once I was twenty-one moons, I met the she-cat of my life! Oh what beauty she contained! And such pure personality. Her name was Rose and she was a tuxedo cat as myself. Since we didn't have Twoleg owners a the time, we would wander the streets and spend most of the time romancing each other. Occasionally the Twoleg in some strange den would bring us out fishes and cream. We would dine and talk and have the time of our lives! "Why do you call yourself Rose, my dear?" I would ask her. She giggled and her beautiful blue eyes glistening under the stars. "I love roses, they're so beautiful with their smooth petals and sweet scent." she murmured. Jacques chuckled and licked her cheek. "I can see why a beautiful rose is similar to you, then." he purred. She giggled in reply. Then her looks saddened, looking around the alley with diapproval. "I wan't to get out of here and live somewhere beautiful. Full of roses and beautiful flowers, with you." she mewed, placing a paw over his. Her eyes shimmered and she smiled as she looked up at Jacques. "Will you promise me, one day, we'll leave this horrible place and go somewhere beautiful? Together?" she whispered. Jacques nodded with a smile, pressing his flank against hers. She rested her head on his broad shoulder. "I promise, my dear. It'll be beautiful, our future. Possibly with the company of kits that have our features." he purred, as they looked up at the moon together.
Oh such wonderful time we would spend together. It felt as if it was just yesterday! But horror interrupted our romance.
I was ready to meet my love once again. It was raining for some reason, possibly a warning for the horrible day. Before I left, I picked up some blossoms and bread for us to feast on. My paws quickened, excited to see her gorgeous face once more. I finally made it to the small meadow, where she usually is. My ears then flattened, not spotting her anywhere. Each minute without her presence caused my heart to thump with worry. "Rose? Rose my darling, where are you?" I called out.
"Jack! JACK!"
I whipped my head around to see a large, muscular tom carry her away, his speed quickening. My eyes grew wide and fur stand on its edges. My love is being kidnapped! The cat ran across the thunderpath and jumped over a fence. I was about to make my way after him, then many monsters zoomed past, almost hitting my snout. For a long time I waited for the thunderpath to clear and then made my way across. Jumped over the fence, sniffed and picked up the scent. Then I followed it. Eventually I arrived at a dead end, my ears twitched with fright. "Hey kit, you lookin for someone?" a large tabby asked, his right eye covered in scars. I starred at the tough-looking stranger with hate. "Your fur is covered in Rose's scent! Tell me, where is she?!" I slammed the tom into the wall and noticed three other muscular toms behind him. Me, having no muscles, stepped back in caution. There were two ugly twins with white fur and the last one had a thick jaw with crooked teeth. "Your strength was something we looked for. Ya little girly is with us. You ain't going to see her till ya make a deal with us. By the way, the name is Twitches." the gray tom introduced. "What's the deal?" I asked in my accent. Twitches laughed loudly and glared at me with a cunning look. "Ya don't say, you got an accent! Ya sure are a weakling! We have this thing, ya see, tom fighting tom. We do it to entertain our guests and the winner of the fights get whatever they want. Your going to compete since one of the toms managed to escape. Your going to fight three toms, if ya beat them all then i'll give ya your girly." he explained. Jacques' eyes dipped in a frown, full of hatred. "Fine.." he growled. Twitches glared down at him with amusement. "But you sure she's okay? And you have her?" Jacques asked, smelling Rose's scent all over Twitches. Twitches nodded. "Course."
There were cats all around him, yowling and cheering. Jacques was waiting for the competitor to come, ready for his match. "The first competitor is this scrawny tom with an accent against Chomps!" Twitches announced, the cats laughing at Jacques. The large, muscular beige tom entered and faced Jacques with threatful eyes. Once the match begin, Chomp snapped at Jacques and pinned him down. Jacques was sqruiming, feeling frightened if he loses this match! And his enormous teeth. The crowd laughed and mocked at him. But the pictures of Rose in his mind gave him strength, kicking the tom in his belly and sending him flying across the grass. Once Chomps was laying on his back, about to get up, Jacques prevented that from happening. The tuxedo tom jumped on his stomach and started to rake his claws against his flesh. Chomps yelped out in mercy, giving up the match. First match won, hearing the shock of silence around him.
The second competitor was a tom with the sharpest claws anyone has ever seen. This was going to be hard. "Scratches!" Twitches introduced. Scratchers was a hyper one, bouncing around the arena like a maniac. Jacques saw Scratcher's claws as an advantage, deciding to take that advantage. Once Scratchers charged at the tuxedo tom, Jacques rammed his head into his stomach, causing him to cough out blood. Scratchers was laying on the ground, but judging his enthusaism, he looks ready to get up any second. Quickly, Jacques used his teeth to get a hold of his paw and motioned the claws to dig into his chest. As the claws got deeper in his flesh, Scratchers cawed out for mercy. Second match won, the crowd getting more excited with the unexpected.
The third competitor took longer than the other two. Hate burned within Jacques' eyes, wanting Rose to be next to him. Was he crazy for doing such things for a simple she-cat? No he wasn't, because this isn't a simple she-cat. "Hey kit, i'm pretty impressed." Twitches commented. Jacques glared up at the large tom. "Just get the match started." he murmured. Twitches nodded. "The third one is Scrawny!" Twitches announced. Then, shock came to Jacques. His heart thumped as he saw his competitor wobbling onto the arena. Scrawny, is an elder. He was an orange tabby, his age visible within his appearance. The crowd cheered with excitement as Scrawny tripped over his foot weakly and started to fall. Jacques quickly retrieved the elder and supported him. The orange tabby coughed with sickness, starring at Jacques weakly. "S-S-S'okay, you don't have to help me. Beat me up to your satisfaction." Scrawny whimpered, losing hope.
"No, i'm not going to beat you! Your an elder for goodness sake!" Jacques yelled over all the cheering. The guests started to get agitated, hissing at the two to fight already.
Scrawny looked up at Jacques with happy eyes. "Y-Your a nice tom...what's ya name? What you here for?"
"My name is Jacques, sir. I'm fighting for my mate, Rose. What about you? Why are you here at..such age?" Jacques asked.
Scrawny sighed an uneven sigh, ready to sob. "I'm fighting for my daughter, Cynthia. Oh Cynthia, that dear daughter of mine. She...she.." the elder started to sob.
"She what?" he asked. The crowd started to grow impatient.
"I can't get her! They promised for her when I win this blasted match but I never did! I kept getting beaten, ever since I was 24 moons---"
Jacques' eyes grew wide. "T-Twenty four moons?! You were here this long?!
Scrawny nodded. "Y-Yes..i'm dying now. Even after I won this savaged match once, they never gave me her! But at first I smelled her scent on their blasted fur! Oh Cynthia, I know your pops is an old elder, but I tried to fight for ya. She was only a kit, I tell ya! Only a kit! Jacques, this match is a trap, please--"
"Scrawny!"
"..even if Cynthia was different...I know...she's...here...same...goes....f-for...you...Jacques." with that, Scrawny died, passed on.
Jacques set his body gently on the grassy grounds, eyes filled with horror. The crowd grew silent for a second, and then cheered with much excitement. "That old elder is dead!" one cried. "What a weakling! And that Jacques is sure amazing! He killed the elder with his own eyes!" Twiches approached Jacques with a smile. "Well done. Jacques looked up at him with a glare.
They were in a strange alley, making their way. Jacques was following Twitches. "Ya girly is here, just you wait." he murmured. Jacques was replaying Scrawny's words in his head, glaring up at Twitches as he followed. "Fellas, bring her in." With that signal, the two ugly twins dragged in a she-cat, with black and white fur. "Here she is, just like promised." Jacques ran up to her with tears in his eyes. "Oh Rose, my darling!" Jacques called. [Then he stopped, glaring at the she-cat with disbelief. She wasn't rose. This she-cat had yellow eyes! Jacques whipped his head around, slashing Twitches across the face. "You dim-witted mouse brain! You promised! Do you think this is hilarious?! Jacques hissed. Twitches looked at the she-cat and back at Jacques. "This is her!" he stated.
"No it isn't! She has black and white fur with blue eyes! Jacques snapped.
"Well then ya talked to the wrong cat, we ain't see her for a while. Actually, she escaped."
"Escaped? When?! Didn't you tell her I was here?!"
"Nah, we decided not to. She would find out sooner or later. He he, sorry buddy, didn't know that was ya mate."
"You little--" with that, he attacked Twitches with hate and anger. Twitches tried to attack back, but the battles strengthened him. They stopped when they heard the she-cat crying and sobbing. The she-cat looked up at Twitches with anger. "You awful beast! Haven't I told you?! I'm looking for my father, not a mate!" she sobbed. Jacques backed away from Twitches, gazing at the she-cat. "W-What's...your name?" he asked shakily. The she-cat started to cry and sob with anger. "Cynthia!" she shrieked.
Twitches was about to attack Jacques, but he predicted it and attacked him back. The twins didn't bother to go near. Jacques ran off and took Cynthia with him. While they ran away, he explained to Cynthia about her father and she cried for a long time. Later on, they parted their own ways and wished each other luck. Jacques was alone, in the rain, thinking of Rose. Such cruel cats he met. Hunger boiled within his stomach as he walked weakly. Then the rain stopped hitting him as a large shadow grew over him. His eyes grew wide with shock, still hearing the rain but not feeling it.]
"Kitty? You okay?" A Twoleg asked. Jacques looked up dully at the little Twoleg, who seemed to be around kits age in her Twoleg years. All he could do was mew sadly, desperately. She smiled, putting down the umbrella and picking up Jacques. "It's okay, Monique will take care of you. Monique said, petting Jacques gently.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 4:03 pm
Winged Timberwolf Great story! But I'm afraid I cannot accept the bio; the Clans are no longer accepting loners/ rogues. So you'll have to change her bio. Otherwise accepted.
I did change it...? Her ancestors were loners, but she's mostly a Clan cat. 
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 7:39 pm
LadyLeeLuna Winged Timberwolf Great story! But I'm afraid I cannot accept the bio; the Clans are no longer accepting loners/ rogues. So you'll have to change her bio. Otherwise accepted.
I did change it...? Her ancestors were loners, but she's mostly a Clan cat. What she means is that there are no loners or rogues allowed in the Clans anymore. Loner and rogue blood is very much discouraged, and only a VERY select few make the cut into the Clans. The only problem is that a lot of the members have been using rogues as kin to make the biography more interesting. That's just what she means. >w< Great! Love the story. c: Accepted!
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 8:31 pm
Thank you Leo!! <333 ((B I'm glad you liked it!!!
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 11:20 am
 . : About Me : . My name is Alera.
I'm a proud member of the twolegs' house hold.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 22 moons.
I'm a kittypet.
My kin include Judith (mother), Samuel (father), Ariel (sister), Ishval (brother).. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
~ Mother
~ Father
~ Ishval
~ Ariel
~ My Twolegs
~ Going outside
~ Sunny spots
My least favorite things...
- Cerberus (Twolegs' dog)
- Rain
- CAGES!!
- Sloppy cat food
And, my fears.
X Going back to that place
X Being locked up again
X The "cutter" (the vet) . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Hello, my name is Alera. I'm a gentle and quiet she-cat. People say I'm skittish and easily frightened, but after you hear my story, you'll understand why. I prefer the quiet life, which has finally been granted to me, I must thank "Scar" for it. Being affectionate is one of my specialties, but I'm not a lap cat. I will come and comfort you when you are upset and I will stay be your side. I'm distrusting at first, however, if we meet under the right circumstances, I will be your friend from the get go. I must tell you, though, once I'm your friend, I'll be by your side for life. With my undying loyalty, don't expect me to take kindly to a one night stand.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I'm a small grey and white she-cat. My fur is what is considered "baby fur." Even though I'm nearly two twolegs years, whatever those are, old, my fur is still soft and slightly fluffy like a kitten's. My ears and the top of my head are a soft dusky grey. They same dusky grey spreads across my back and melts into the soft grey of my tail. The rest of my fur is white. I'd say I look very simple, but "Scar" thinks it makes me beautiful and endearing. Along with that, my eyes are pale green, a pleasant color, if you ask me.
My history, don't go poking around!
My story makes me shudder at some points, at others, it makes me purr at the memory. So here is my story:
I was born to a beautiful grey and white she-cat named Judith. My father was a ginger tabby called Samuel. I don't remember much for the first moon or so, but after my eyes opened, the memories become as vivid as if it were happening now. Judith gave birth to my sister Ariel and me under a dumpster in an ally. My sister Ariel, like me, had soft grey and white fur with pale grey-green eyes. After we were born father wasn't around much, he was always away, digging in the dumpsters, trying to scrape enough together to feed us. The mice were scrawny and the rats were fierce. Stray dogs chased father away from most of what he could find.
There was another cat, my brother, Ishval. He was a brown tabby, I don't remember him much, it's been too long, but I remember he was always there. Ishval was older than Ariel and me by about twelve moons or more. He was always helping Samuel hunt, or he would be guarding the dumpster where Judith tended to my sister and me.
Even when Ariel and I were about two moons old, mother wouldn't allow us to venture out from beneath the dumpster. She said it was to dangerous, and she was right, it was. It all started that night, the night it was pouring rain. That should been reason enough no to venture out, but I was an idiot! Back then I was the bold one, the one always getting into trouble. And Ariel, well, she was shy and scared, she didn't want to go, she said we should wait for Mother or Father. But I just had to insist on us braking the rules, didn't I?
That night, mother had gone with father and brother because we were growing and more food had to be found. Mother had trusted that Ariel and I would stay put beneath the dumpster. But Ariel and I set paw out in the alley for the first time. Everything was so huge! Much larger than we has ever imagined, for we had never set paw beyond the edge f beneath the dumpster. It started out fine, we had a sniff around poking our noses into cracks ans feeling the wind and rain for the first time. Ariel hated it, but I loved it, the feeling of freedom. It seemed to be perfect until suddenly everything changed. There was a sound, a loud crashing, snarling, and a raging growl. That was when we saw it. A dog.
It came charging towards us, thundering across the pavement. Ariel shriek that we had to get back to the safety of the dumpster, but it was raining so heavily that we couldn't see the dumpster any longer. In a panic Ariel and I went racing away, down the ally. We became even more lost, but that didn't matter, the only thought that ran through my mind was that I had to run, I had to survive.
All of a sudden an even louder roar could be heard ahead of us, but Ariel and I were to afraid to stop running, we ran on. Our legs ached and our lungs screamed for air. All at once, we came bursting out of the ally and flew out onto a huge thunderpather. A monster, larger than one I've seen since, came swooping down on us. I don't know or remember exactly what happened, but a swoosh of air came and a blood curdling shriek split the air, only to be cut off. That, I know for sure, was Ariel.
When I next opened my eyes, everything was silent except for the sound of rain beating against the pavement. When I could get back on my paws, what I saw was so horrifying that I never want to remember it. Ariel was crushes, no, flattened on the cement. There was blood everywhere, such a grotesque seen, that at first, I couldn't believe that that was my sister. The sister who I trusted and loved. The sister who I had accidently brought to her death. But, then again, the dog was even more mutilated then my sister was, it had also been hit by the monster.
I collapsed after that. But when I opened my eyes again it was to the sound of my mother's grief filled wails. She, father, and Ishval had gathered, finding Ariel dead and me unconscious. It was also then that another monster came thundering towards us, but this one stopped in time. However the twoleg leaped out of the monster's belly and came running towards us. It captured mother, father, brother and me.
We were taken to the "cutter." The twolegs stuck things in me that made me feel sick and then I was thrown into a cold metal cage. The cage was placed with other cages, where twolegs would come and gawk, sometimes taking a cat with them when they left. Lots of cats screamed and cursed at the twolegs, shrieking insults at them, but they didn't understand. I was in a cage near Ishval, but one day, a twoleg came and took me away. that was the last I saw of my family. I was almost three moons old by them.
The twoleg was kind and fed me lots, but by then I hated and was scared of twolegs. She had two kits that shriek and pulled my tail whenever they saw me, that was why, one day, I ran away. I took my chances and slipped out the entrance to the twoleg nest. She chased me and yelled, but I didn't look back. I kept running and running, for as long as my legs would carry me.
I wandered for almost four moons, scraping for food and being chased by twoleg kits and their dogs. It wasn't until I was so worn down that I slunk into an ally one rainy night. It was cold and I was ready to die. The rain had soaked through my fur, my was plastered to my body, and my ribs stuck out like bare branches. At first I didn't see it, but there was a male twoleg sitting in the ally. However, at this point I didn't care anymore. I staggered over to him and collapsed. I fully expected to be beaten away, but instead he gently picked me up and held me close to his chest, keeping me warm and drying me off.
He took me back to his nest that night and gave me a warm bath. As it turned out, he lived the quiet life with a pretty garden. He didn't keep me locked up or penned in. In fact, he gave me the option to leave, but I chose to stay with him. He gave me food, shelter, and a place to sleep. He lived alone and I was the only one had had to give love to. I call him "Scar" because of a big "X" shaped scar on his forehead, I do not know what other twolegs call him. He also had brown skin and dark red-brown eyes. I spend lots of time with "Scar," but I also like the freedom he gives me and I go outside everyday. I owe "Scar" my life and he's the only twoleg I could ever love.
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 11:33 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 1:58 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 2:36 pm
OI! People, listen up!
Eh, I really hate spamming this thread doodad here, but I have a VERY important announcement. Like, it's worth a hundred asteriks, to be written in bold, CAPITAL, italicized, size 29, red lettering; however, since that all requires too much effort, I won't do that. Either way, I feel comfortable writing in orangered, size 9 font. But, I digress.
Quite recently, jobs have been distributed equally to all of the crew members, including me of course. I have been trusted with the very important title of the Clan attendence master. Basically, that's a fancy, shmansy word that I just came up with, that serves as a way of saying I tend to the Clan cat lists, conveniently located in the main forum. I keep track of all the pawns, puppets, and NPC's littered throughout the guild. It's a pretty big, tedious job.
Lately, I've been noticing that some people haven't been putting their accepted characters in their designated Clan profile topics. Yeah, I hate to break it to you but simply leaving your profiles in here isn't going to be okay. I use those profile topics as an easier way to collect all of the names, appearances, and ranks of each and every cat in a semi-organized fashion. The LAST thing I want to do is to have to sift through eleven or so pages full of not only a messload of every single city cat, kittypet, rogue, and Clan cat profile, but an obscenely large of useless blather as well that ended up getting mixed into the mess. I already have to comb through the mentor-apprentice topic. Please, I would appreciate it if you would try and make my life easier by making sure all of your profiles are accounted for in their designated Clan threads. Trust me, I will GREATLY appreciate this.
Thank you, and have a nice day.
~ Ana
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 6:15 pm
 . : About Me : . My name is Flur.
I'm a proud member of the Resistance!
I'm a she-cat, why do you want to know?!
I'm 18 moons old are you writing this down?!
I'm a kittypet.
My kin include I'm all alone.. I mean..I HAVE AN ARMY!!! . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
❥ Things that won't kill me or hurt me.
❥ Chatting
❥ Being comforted
❥ When people pet my luscious fur- only when they stroke GENTLY!
❥ Toms... sometimes, when they don't want to kidnap me.
My least favorite things...
☠ Baths
☠ Being stared at
☠ Poison
☠ Dirty things
☠ Scary things
And, my fears.
☣ Water
☣ Loud noises
☣ Being startled
☣ Monsters
☣ Twolegs she doesn't know
☣ Cats she doesn't know
☣ The dark....(bad things happen at night..)
☣ Weird smells
☣ Unknown food
☣ Ghosts
☣ The dreaded scrubber(Toothbrush)
☣ The 'others'
☣ Etc... . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Flur is the product of scary movies and horrifying stories. She fears anything and absolutely everything. If someone moves too fast, she will yelp and play dead... A corpse that whimpers constantly. Flur is one of the biggest believer and creator of conspiracy theories. She believes she is being watched at all times and often walks in circles when she's nervous. She has trust issues She has issues in general.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Flur is a dainty, fluffy pure white she-cat with gorgeous green eyes. Unlike most kittypets, she isn't plump, rather a bit underweight. When she gets scared she doesn't eat and occasionally... looses her previous meal... But thanks to her twoleg and the horrible scrubber with it's overpowering stench and taste, Flur's teeth are as shiny white as her pelt. Flur believes her twoleg is trying to keep Flur looking pretty enough to be a sacrifice.
My history, don't go poking around!
Flur was born and raised from an ex-breeder, who sold her mother, father and all of her siblings, deciding to keep Flur as her 'pet'. As a kitten, Flur was forced to watch the scariest of scary horror flicks, giving her constant nightmares. The neighboring cats didn't help, filling her mind with conspiracy theories and telling her all of the scary in the world was real and happening RIGHT UNDER HER ROOF!! She nearly fainted just thinking about it now.
She knew that her twoleg, Pen(actually Jen) gave her family to the 'others' a mix between twoleg and cat who are repulsive and cruel. Flur knew she was going to be sacrificed to them. She wouldn't go, no, no, no she would rather die than go off to the 'others'. They watched her, they always watched her, waiting to take her and gobble her up!
Well... even though she had never seen one of the 'others' she still knew they existed, everything on that magic box(tv) was real! Flur wasn't going to be tricked by the 'others' spy cats who laughed at her and called her paranoid. The 'others' wanted her to lower her guard so they could pounce and keep her as a slave. That wouldn't happen! EVER! Thus, she created the resistance, a group against the evil 'others' So far the member count is 1. Flur. (Oh yeah, I did just make a paranoid cat. XD)
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 6:44 am
 . : About Me : . My name is Icekit.
I'm a proud member of StormClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 3 moons old.
I'm a kit.
My kin include (not telling right now). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
~ Hunting
~ Exploring
~ Looking for new things
My least favorite things...
~ snakes
~ hawks
~ meanies
And, my fears.
~ fire
~ monsters
~twolegs . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I am a very curious kit! I love to explore and look around for new things to play with. I am adventurous and I don't really mind what others think of me. I am very outgoing and I don't like to be treated like a newborn. I'm very happy most of the time but when I'm mad you'd better stay outta my way or I'll claw your ears off! Even though I'm a kit I still have feelings.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I'm a snowy white kit with blue eyes. My nose is a very pale shade of pink. My fur is fluffy and when I fluff out my fur I look like a giant snowflake.
My history, don't go poking around!
Well there's not much to tell. When I was little I was born inn StormClan but somehow I ended up in a twoleg nest. Anyway. I found my way back and here I am now!
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Leopardstreak Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 6:47 am
AH I LOVE HER. She sounds so funny xD Wonderful! Accepted! Very nice profile. ^^ Accepted! M'dear, I just noticed that the picture of Jacques didn't show up. Would you mind fixing that real quick? <3
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