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 Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 5:18 pm
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Name: Amberbright
Clan: ThunderClan
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Personality: Pessimistic
Likes: Light, warm days
Dislikes: Dark, dogs
About: Of the acquisition of her white ribbon:
Night had swept in like a ravenous pack of dogs, and Silverpelt was blocked by the darkness belched out by Twolegplace. Two ThunderClan warriors were hideously lost in the maze of streets, and in the gloom far away from their forest, they were running out of hope. Dirty, ragged, smelling of trash and half-starved, they were on the run first from Twolegs, then dogs, and even the vicious alley cats who wore dogs’ teeth on their collars. Amberbright sighed and leaned against her friend. She was exhausted and her paws ached, longing for the feel of a yarrow poultice. “Leopardsheen, we’ve got to stop!” she meowed. “Please, we’ve got to stop. I can’t go on any longer!”
“Nonsense, I’m sure we’ve seen this post before!” The silver tom flicked his tail towards the grimy Twoleg sun up above them, perched on a post like a vulture on a dead tree above the Thunderpath. “That means we’re retracing our path, and that means we’re going home!” Leopardsheen meowed.
Amberbright rolled her golden eyes. “Or it means we were going back, and now we’re going back into Twolegplace. Let’s face it, Leopardsheen, we’ll never make it home!”
“You are such a pessimist,” the tom replied, flicking her lightly with his tail. His eyes still held a flame of hope. And what a flame of hope…
With a sigh, the she-cat sat down on the pavement unhappily, her tail curled around herself. “Look, we’ve been travelling for one straight moon. In that time, we’ve missed Gatherings, friends, hunts, why, what if Sunstar or—”
Leopardsheen swiftly put his tail against Amberbright’s mouth. “Did you hear that?” he murmured softly. He looked around, nose twitching.
Amberbright lifted her head and scented the air. Her heart sank into her toes even as her blood boiled up her legs. “Dogs,” she whispered, and that lone syllable was not enough even to relay the horror and disgust in every cat’s heart at the dreaded foe.
“I know,” Leopardsheen murmured. His voice was sharp, business like. That’s what happened when anything started happening. His cheerfulness melted into readiness for whatever might come. He turned his head towards an alley where the baying of the dogs was growing louder and louder by the instant. They were close…too close… “Run. Before they see us properly, Amberbright, run!” Leopardsheen hissed.
She hesitated, then turned and ran as fast as she could, her paws racing over the rough ground as if it were the softest grass. Straight towards another alley, then curving along it. The dogs with their longer legs covered the ground of the thunderpath behind them like lightning in a storm. Behind her, Amberbright could hear Leopardsheen catching up with her, panting hard. “Can’t…keep this up…” Amberbright gasped. “Leopardsheen…can’t do this…”
“We have to…have to run…can’t hide…nowhere to hide…all we can do—” Whatever the tom was about to say was lost as the warriors ran into something hard. There was barely any light here, all of it filtering down the alley that was now blocked by five huge dogs, their growls rough and low. They had run into a wall of that reddish stone that the alley cats called “brick.” Unforgiving, unmovable…and unpassable.
Still dazed from the blow, Amberbright looked around desperately. The dogs were coming closer, claws making tiny sounds as they clicked against the filthy ground. Despite her fiercely aching head, she could hear them. This is it. This is how it ends.
Leopardsheen shoved her roughly out of the way. “I’ll handle this,” he hissed. His fur fluffed up, its silver light lost in the darkness. All she could see of him was the faint glow of light in his eyes.
StarClan, help us! Amberbright thought desperately. She turned her head upwards towards the masked SilverPelt. Her eyes widened; something thin and white floated in the air above them! It looked like string, or a ribbon, and, as she stared at it, she realized it was barely moving. It was tied to something. “Leopardsheen,” she hissed. “There’s a branch above our heads a couple fox lengths. If we jump high enough, we might just be able to catch it!”
“After you!” There was no arguing with his tone. She crouched low until her belly brushed the ground, then she leaped higher than she ever had in her life, just barely snagging her claw on the branch. A dog barked and jumped after her. She was just barely able to move her tail tip in time, or it would have dragged her down.
Below her, her friend yowled. “LEOPARDSHEEN!!!” Amberbright screamed desperately. Then she felt the branch dip and the silver tom hauled himself beside her. The dogs snapped at them from below, their teeth nearly meeting the cats’.
“Let’s go!” Leopardsheen meowed. He turned and ran down the branch to the tree.
“No, wait!” Amberbright swiftly snapped off the end of the branch where the strings were tied, then followed Leopardsheen, the sign from StarClan gripped tight in her mouth.
They rested that night in the bushes of a Twoleg den without dogs or other cats. The dogs that had chased them left after a while, frustrated at the escaped prey. Meanwhile, the ThunderClan warriors examined their find. A long, flat piece of string, smooth and soft. It was frayed in the middle and, after they discussed it, they decided to bite it in half. It was Leopardsheen’s idea to tie the pieces to themselves. “It was a sign. A sign of hope. We’ll find our way out of this place just like we found a way out of that alley.” He murmured it as he tied the ribbon around his best friend’s leg. He tied it much, much neater than she had tied the ribbon around his tail.
“Maybe you’re right…” Amberbright murmured. “Maybe this is the turning point…”
~~~
“See? What did I tell you?” Leopardsheen grinned the next morning, flicking his tail over the lines of fences to the dark smudge of green beyond.
“ThunderClan territory in sight!” Amberbright breathed. She leaned against him. “Thank you, StarClan! Thank you for the sign and for home!”
Relationships: (Strike-through signifies deceased)
Mother: Nutstep
Father: Flashstripe
Siblings: None
Mate: None
Kits: None
Mentor: Petalbreath
Apprentice(s): None
Friends: Leopardsheen
OOC Information:
Obtained: White Ribbon Event RP Contest (Bouncy-colored)
Status: Taken? I think?
Posts in: Pink
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 5:23 pm
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Name: Orbpaw
Clan: SkyClan
Gender: Female
Rank: Apprentice
Personality:
Likes:
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About:
Relationships: (Strike-through signifies deceased)
Mother: Flamingfang
Father: Fogstorm
Siblings: Rustpaw, Cedarpaw, Birchpaw, Emberpaw; Owlsong, Mistfalcon, Quirkring
Mate: None
Kits: None
Mentor: Jinglestep
Apprentice(s): None
Friends: None
OOC Information:
Obtained: Daeril-Sama's Breeding Raffle, August '09
Status: Open
Posts in: Sienna
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 8:14 am
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Name: Grimshadow
Clan: RiverClan
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Personality: Cheerful
Likes: Playing, pretending to be grim
Dislikes: Death, fighting
About:
Grimshadow is anything but her name. She's cheerful. She's spunky. She likes to pretend to be austere sometimes, but most of the time she likes being silly. She loves to play and is looking forward to being a mother like Branchmoon someday.
Relationships: (Strike-through signifies deceased)
Mother: Branchmoon
Father: Fleetingwaves
Siblings: Flowbank, Hollowheart, Inkfoot, Gloomforest
Mate: None
Kits: None
Mentor: None
Apprentice(s): None
Friends: Just her siblings for now
OOC Information:
Obtained: Caffe breeding
Status: Open
Posts in: tan
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 8:18 am
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Name: Gloomforest
Clan: RiverClan
Gender: Male
Rank: Warrior
Personality: Gloomy
Likes: Misty mornings
Dislikes: Loud noises
About:
Gloomforest, however, is definitely like his name. He's quieter than Grimshadow and likes to wander out into the middle of the camp on early, misty mornings. He has been influenced by his uncle, Blackshiver.
Relationships: (Strike-through signifies deceased)
Mother: Branchmoon
Father: Fleetingwaves
Siblings: Flowbank, Grimshadow, Holllowheart, Inkfoot
Mate: None
Kits: None
Mentor: Falsewake
Apprentice(s): None
Friends: Blackshiver
OOC Information:
Obtained: Caffe breeding
Status: Open
Posts in: Dark gray
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 8:21 am
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Name: Brightlion
Clan: WindClan
Gender: Male
Rank: Warriors
Personality: Courageous
Likes: Fighting for his Clan, sunlight
Dislikes: Darkness, cold days
About: Brightlion is everything his name implies--strong, loud, and, most of all, courageous. He'd attack a tiger if it meant helping his Clan. He knows mercy, however, and when he had a falling-out with his best friend Crackface when the latter proved too violent for his tastes.
Relationships: (Strike-through signifies deceased)
Mother: Rosefur
Father: Wildfire
Siblings: none
Mate: none
Kits: none
Mentor: Goldtail
Apprentice(s): none
Friends: Crackface (formerly)
OOC Information:
Obtained: Mei Halloween Auction
Status: Open
Posts in: orange
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 12:52 pm
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Name: Splashrat
Clan: ThunderClan
Gender: Male
Rank: Warrior
Personality: Outgoing
Likes: Dogs, hunting squirrels, fighting rats
Dislikes: His bad eyesight, getting attacked
About: Splashrat is a strong and enthusiastic warrior of ThunderClan who got his name from fighting rats on a journey to the Moonstone as an apprentice. He finds fighting rats a challenge. His major weakness is his bad eyesight--he's nearsighted and sees almost everything as being very blurry--but he has a good sense of smell to make up for that.
He and his brother were kidnapped by humans on separate occasions and had very different experiences. Here is an account of Splashrat's experience with the twolegs and how he got an affinity and understanding of dogs:
The last thing Splashrat remembered was the dog’s jaws closing on his scruff, the dizzying thrashing of his body from side to side, the feeling that he’d snap in half from the shaking…then nothing. The warrior’s crimson eyes fell shut.
~~~
They opened again, slowly. His vision was blurrier than ever, and revealed only a confusing impression of thick, shimmering spiderwebs and a creamy forest beyond. Too confusing. He groaned and closed his eyes again, snuggling into some sort of soft, dry moss. The den smelled terrible--like nothing he could think of. Like the milk-scent of the Thunderpath if it was a nursing queen. Soft, but Two-leg like. It was hard and as cream-colored as outside. Where…where am I…? he wondered.
There was a sudden crash that startled Splashrat awake, throwing the den onto its side and rolling it onto its top. He was thrown unceremoniously against the bottom of the cage with a helpless yowl, the moss tumbling around his head and hampering his movements. His blurry vision cleared only slightly to its usual level of blindness and he pawed desperately at the cage. He could just barely make out some soft-looking rocks beyond and short, branchless trees when the long face of a dog filled his vision. Splashrat pressed up against the back of the den, mouth open in terror.
“Awp, awp, arwp, awp!” it yelped. Its tail lashed back and forth and it licked the cage excitedly.
“GET AWAY FROM ME!!” Splashrat screamed. He slashed at the air, claws out. From somewhere far off, a Twoleg barked back to the dog. It looked up briefly, licked its chops, and looked back at Splashrat in dopey excitement.
“Awp, awrrp, awf, arp, awp, grr, arp!” It whined and scratched at the web. Odd…it looked nothing like the dog from earlier.
A low growl resounded from some other room and a pair of huge dogs entered the room--black and tan with sharp muzzles and sharp ears (or at least, if he squinted they looked sharp). Next to them, the long, flop-eared dog in front of Splashrat was a joke. Those…one of those…surely was one of the dogs from before. “StarClan, save me!” he whispered and, in horror, he cowered back in the den. He couldn’t take on three dogs--no cat could.
The bigger dogs advanced. They could tear the den apart in seconds, he was sure.
Suddenly, the smaller dog whirled around and bared its teeth, letting loose a growl. It pushed itself up as far as it could on its stubby legs, hackles raised. The bigger dogs shrank back, ears laid back across their necks. One by one, they whined and crept forward, licking the small dog’s chin, heads twisting and tails tucked between their legs.
They’re…suppliant to it. The little dog is their leader. A plan was forming in Splashrat’s head. He knew how he’d escape now.
~~~
A week later and he’d met the Twoleg who’d captured him. A female, so far as he could tell, and her almost-adult kit. He was hardly around though—he would leave at night and return late after moon-high, wreaking of some pungent smells that made Splashrat’s nose wrinkle. The humans hardly bothered him though; they’d given him a bath—a bath! Splashrat’s skin still crawled from the feel of the water seeping into his fur—and put some sort of tight thing around his neck. Whenever he’d managed to pull it off, they just put it back on and put him back in the den.
But while his dealings with the Twolegs were shaky, his dealings with the dogs were getting easier. He was surprised to find that they weren’t all that different from the Clans. The small dog—a female named Zwölf—was obviously the leader. The other dogs, a pair of males named Eins and Zwei, followed her every whim. She got first pick of the food, and if she wanted a toy, she got it. Okay, maybe not exactly like a leader, then. But something akin to that. They were very social, always running around, sticking close to each other. And they went on patrols everyday with the female Twoleg. Funny thing—she seemed to outrank Zwölf.
It wasn’t hard to get into, either. Splashrat tried it the first time they dared to let him out of the den. He rolled onto his back, tucked his tail between his legs, and, taking deep breaths to quench his own fear-stench, he licked Zwölf’s chin. She blinked—once, twice—then licked Splashrat on the top of his head. It took a few encounters to do it, but in the end, no trouble at all. What was more tricky was learning to speak Dog.
~~~
Late at night. A Gathering night. The full moon glowed blurrily over the tops of the trees in the so-called “backyard.” The rest of the… “household”…? was asleep. Silence. Only ever-ice, that odd substance that never melted, stood between him and the freedom of the outside world. The Twolegs wouldn’t let Splashrat out. He’d had to make dirt in a box full of rocky sand.
“Awrr, Luckless, whrr?” Splashrat turned around at the sound of his Twoleg-given name. Zwölf watched him, head tilted.
“Rrr, out, Zwölf -alpha.” He bowed his head and leaned over to lick Zwölf’s chin.
She nodded calmly, tail wagging a few seconds. “Out why?”
“Must defend the territory,” he mewed meekly. “Other packs, grr, must fight.” Well, I’ve got to fight the other clans—well, not now, since it’s at truce…
“No packs out there now.” She sounded amused.
“But need air!” He affected a whine. Cats did not whine. But he’d had to learn it. Please let it work, please! “Please, Zwölf -alpha?”
She watched him, blinking, then nodded, trotting away. Splashrat squinted in the darkness and followed her, weaving around the roots of the stumps that Twolegs sat on. Zwölf clicked her way down the hall and slipped into the large, empty, foul-smelling den of the male Twoleg.
“Luckless climb.” Zwölf watched Splashrat intently. He tilted his head and looked around—then he smelled it. Fresh air. He lifted his eyes and noticed that a pane of ever-ice had been swept back, letting in the cool air of night.
“Oh, Zwölf -alpha!” he breathed softly.”Thank you!" He turned back to her and licked her chin, waving his tail back and forth as fast as he could to express his pleasure. “Thank you, thank you!”
“Go. Defend territory.” She licked his ears affectionately. “Return, grr, defend the pack.”
Splashrat’s heart wrenched. He was going to betray her trust, betray her pack—but ThunderClan is too important. If I don’t leave now, I’ll forget what it is to be a cat. Independent. But fighting for the Clan. “Yes, Zwölf-alpha,” he whispered. “I’ll come back.” With that, he leapt onto the Twoleg bed and jumped out the aperture. He landed on the ground outside, climbed up the fence, and pelted down the narrow wooden length back to the woods.
Relationships: (Strike-through signifies deceased)
Mother: Sandfall
Father: Sunwind
Siblings: Sunburst
Mate: None
Kits: None
Mentor: Nutstep
Apprentice(s): None
Friends: Cloudpelt
OOC Information:
Obtained: Mei RP Contest, 2009 Halloween Event
Status: Taken
Posts in: Gold
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 12:55 pm
 General Information:
Name: Squirrelbringer
Clan: WindClan
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Personality: Wild
Likes: Running, pretending to be mean, other cats
Dislikes: mean or aggressive cats
About: Squirrelpaw is a bit on the wild side, pretending to be gruff and mean, but at heart she loves other cats and loves helping them.
Relationships: (Strike-through signifies deceased)
Mother: Bramblestone
Father: Barkthroat
Siblings: Moor???, Creek???
Mate: None
Kits: None
Mentor: Brightlion
Apprentice(s): None
Friends: Chaparralsky, Savannahsky, Tortoiserace
OOC Information:
Obtained: Saspra Breeding, 2009 Halloween Event
Status: Open
Posts in: dark orange
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 1:30 pm
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Name: Crackface
Clan: Wind
Gender: Male
Rank: Warrior
Personality: Violent
Likes: Killing, ripping things apart
Dislikes: Peace time, flowers
About: Crackface is a cruel, vicious warrior who loves nothing more than the sight of his enemies splurting with blood. He used to be friends with Brightlion until Brightlion decided that he didn't want to be associated with Crackface anymore. Crackface is still resentful of what he feels was treachery.
Relationships: (Strike-through signifies deceased)
Mother: Windtail
Father: Sharpflight
Siblings: None
Mate: None
Kits: None
Mentor: Harefoot
Apprentice(s): None
Friends: Brightlion (formerly)
OOC Information:
Obtained: Mei's 2009 Halloween Raffle
Status: Open
Posts in: black
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 1:32 pm
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Name: Spike Jack
Clan: BloodClan
Gender: Male
Rank: Fighter
Personality: Cunning
Likes: Metal, loud music, collecting comic books, tinkering with Twoleg rubbage, duct tape
Dislikes: Being told his stuff is trash, the Clans, loners
About: Spike Jack was born into BloodClan, so he has...opinions about "newcomers" like Assassin and Pele (he makes an exception for Lioness, whom he has a crush on).
Spike's father, Sparkplug, was the son of Roadrage, a very powerful, very large, very vicious fighter of BloodClan. Roadrage considered himself to be the master of various Thunderpaths and could have become a leader of BloodClan if not for his complete disregard for anyone not related to him. After Sparkplug was run over by a Land Rover, Roadrage went into grief and left the Clan to wander. Spike, as his only living relative, misses his grandfather and eagerly awaits his return.
In the meantime, he's content to line the trashcan he lives in with pages of old comic books and collect duct tape. He's a tinkerer by nature and is fascinated with electricity. He's determined to fix a boombox so that he can listen to music.
Oh, and did we mention that the entrance to the alley he lives in is covered in sharp shards of glass to guard against attacks while he sleeps? It was Roadrage's idea originally and Spike has since adopted it.
Relationships: (Strike-through signifies deceased)
Mother: Hot Wire
Father: Sparkplug
Siblings: none
Mate: none
Kits: none
Mentor: none
Friends: Lioness (one-sided)
OOC Information:
Obtained: Halloween 2009 Flatsale (Infi)
Status: open
Posts in: dark cyan
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 1:35 pm
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Name: Lilac Cypress-Smoke
Clan: Tribe of Spirit Pelts
Gender: Female
Rank: Squirrel-pelt
Personality: Quiet
Likes: Misty mornings, lavender bushes
Dislikes: Loud noises, Thunderpaths
About: A beautiful and quiet cat of the Tribe.
Relationships: (Strike-through signifies deceased)
Mother: ???
Father: ???
Siblings: ???
Mate: none
Kits: none
Mentor: none
Apprentice(s): none
Friends: Gamma No-Pelt
OOC Information:
Obtained: Halloween 2009 Art Contest (Runner-up)
Status: Open
Posts in: medium purple
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 8:59 am
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Name: Antpaw
Clan: RiverClan (half-Clan)
Gender: Male
Rank: apprentice
Personality: Mysterious
Likes: Moving, feeling things, being part of a Clan
Dislikes: Swimming, rain, extreme temperatures, loud noises
About: Antpaw's father was probably not a RiverClanner and his mother died not long after childbirth. He got the short end of the stick, so to speak, in the litter. He hardly ever speaks and thinks in a disjointed manner. He acts much like an ant, feeling around in front of him with his paws. His eyesight isn't all that good, but his sense of smell is marvelous, as well as his sense of touch. He enjoys running but he hates swimming.
Relationships: (Strike-through signifies deceased)
Mother: Darkflower (adopted by Twilightgaze)
Father: ??? (adopted by Blackshiver)
Siblings: Stormpaw, Hailpaw, Moonpaw; Lightningkit, Pinekit, Starkit, Skykit (adopted)
Mate: None
Kits: None
Mentor: None
Apprentice(s): None
Friends: None
OOC Information:
Obtained: December colorist freebie--gift from Mikaiela
Status: Open
Posts in: slate blue
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 9:05 am
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Name: River Hopsalong
Clan: Tribe of Spirit Pelts
Gender: Male
Rank: Rabbit Pelt (hunter)
Personality: Energetic, proud, aggressive
Likes: Rivers, rabbits, soft things, stories (especially about himself)
Dislikes: SkyClan
About: River had rather hoped to bring back a fox or badger pelt. He even thought he had brought back a badger pelt until he got back to the Tribe. He was disappointed for a brief time only, however; he quickly recovered and gave himself the name Hopsalong, which he does. He loves hopping around.
He is an intensely proud cat, proud of his hunting skills. He's also proud of the fighting skills he's learned in secret; he keeps crossing the border to bait SkyClan warriors.
Relationships: (Strike-through signifies deceased)
Mother: Creek No-Pelt
Father: ???
Siblings: None
Mate: None
Kits: None
Mentor: None
Apprentice(s): None
Friends: None
OOC Information:
Obtained: Quoting game free raffle, Saspra-colored
Status: Open
Posts in: tan
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 2:35 pm
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Name: Poxie
Clan: Blood
Gender: Female
Rank: Fighter
Personality: Frustrated
Likes: getting the things she wants, being warm, feeling loved
Dislikes: people not understanding what she wants/needs
About: Poxie doesn’t understand how one is supposed to act. It’s not that she’s evil; she just doesn’t understand other cats and spends most of her time either frustrated or somewhat childish. (A bit autistic, in other words)
Poxie’s mother abandoned her, so she’s unlikely to get the close attention a kit needs or the social training that comes from having an attentive mother. Besides, BloodClanners probably don’t socialize a lot, so her behavior would leave something to be desired anyway.
She wears three small gold studs that her mother gave her to remember her by. Poxie loves them because the number 3 is the smell of pine needles with rain pattering on a piece of tin over her head at sunset.
Relationships: (Strike-through signifies deceased)
Mother: ???
Father: ???
Siblings: Bugkit, Dual-Tone, Whisper, Leafkit, Spiderkit, Emberkit, Hollowkit
Mate: None
Kits: None
Friends:
OOC Information:
Obtained: Christmas 2009's Twelve Days of Christmas Eight Maids A-Milkin' Personality Contest
Status: Open
Posts in: Gray
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 10:15 am
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Name: Gulo
Clan: Rogue ("MouseClan")
Gender: Male
Rank: kit--eldest child of the King of the Rats
Personality: See "The Starscream." But more subtle.
Likes: Being superior, power, darkness, food, sunsets
Dislikes: Small spaces, feeling inferior, Regalkit
About: (NO. He is not a personality-cosplay. He just fits the trope, that's all.)
Gulo wants to be leader of "MouseClan." He wants to be the heir to the throne. Unfortunately, Daddy's got another favorite: Regalkit, the youngest. So Gulo will have to do the one thing he never wanted to do to gain a little power: gain the respect and trust of the rest of his siblings.
Relationships: (Strike-through signifies deceased)
Mother: Rubynose
Father: Rattail
Siblings: Hickorykit, Fogkit, Graykit, Mousekit, Fleance, Squeakkit, Regalkit
Mate: None
Kits: None
Friends: PAH!
OOC Information:
Obtained: Christmas 2009's Twelve Days of Christmas Ten Lords A-Leapin' Raffle
Status: open
Posts in: saddle brown
RPs: The Start of the Rat Kingdom--In Progress
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 9:25 am
 General Information:
Name: Lightningkit
Clan: RiverClan
Gender: Male
Rank: newborn
Personality: Noble
Likes: being a member of a Clan, looking at the stars
Dislikes: cats being rude or cruel
About: The son of an atheist and a cat who disapproves of the Warrior Code, Lightningkit is a little worried about what he should do with his family. He personally believes in a strict moral code, even though it doesn't exactly mesh with the Warrior Code.
Relationships: (Strike-through signifies deceased)
Mother: Twilightgaze
Father: Blackshiver
Siblings: Pinekit, Starkit, Skykit; Hailpaw, Stormpaw, Moonpaw, Antpaw (adopted siblings)
Mate: none
Kits: none
Mentor: none
Apprentice(s): none
Friends: ???
OOC Information:
Obtained: Mewrose's January Breeding Raffle
Status: Open
Posts in: royal blue
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