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 Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 10:02 am
 . : About Me : . My name is Wolf.
I'm a proud member of No Clan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 3 moons.
I'm a kit.
My kin include Angel (mother, deceased) Ludwig (brother). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
~Butterflies
~Mice
~My momma
~My brother
My least favorite things...
~Bugs
~Killing mice
And, my fears.
~Scary or intimidating cats
~Death
~My brother getting hurt
~Twolegs . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
My name may be wolf, but that doesn't mean I act like one. In fact, I am a very quiet she-cat, who doesn't talk to anyone but my big brother Ludwig. He always protects me and talks for me so I don't have to. I get very nervous when I'm around other cats besides my brother, and tend to hide behind him a lot. But when it's just me and my brother, I talk with him a lot, smiling and laughing like any other normal kit. And he always listens to me, so that's nice.
It's what I am, like it or not.
My momma named me Wolf because...well, my pelt looks like a wolf. It's all grey, with a slight tint of white in some places. I look
kind of unusual because of my eyes. Back at the farm, other cats used to make fun of me for my bright violet eyes, which always look
like I'm sad. I have a little pink nose, and little pink paws that Momma always used to tickle. Overall, my coat is short, but that didn't
stop Momma from licking it as if it was a long haired coat.
My history, don't go poking around!
My brother Ludwig and I were born to my momma Angel in a Twoleg farm. She was always a sweet and caring momma who understood
my shyness and loved me for it. There was a nice Twoleg there who always fed us milk when she closed the barn at night. But for some
reason, she stopped doing that when another Twoleg moved in. We always heard them yowling at each other and lots of bangs. Finally,
the nice Twoleg ran into the barn, crying and yowling in fear. Her other, much bigger Twoleg, came in screaming in anger, with a big...
uh...boom stick, I think it's called. It was aiming for the nice Twoleg, but the flash of light hit Momma instead and before we knew it, she
was dead. Ludwig told me to run, so I did. We ended up in a big scary forest, and we try to make our living off of it, but it's really, really
hard. But I never said my good-byes to Momma...
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 10:26 am
. : About Me : . My name is Ludwig.
I'm a proud member of No Clan.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm 3 moons.
I'm a kit.
My kin include Angel (mother, deceased) Wolf (sister). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
~Horses
~My baby sis
~My momma
My least favorite things...
~Anyone who scares my baby sis
~Anyone who touches my baby sis
~Anyone who insults my baby sis
And, my fears.
~My baby sis getting hurt
~Twolegs
~Death . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
My name is Ludwig, after some Twoleg who wrote pretty music. I am a very outspoken tom, who will say or do anything to protect my baby sis. I put her needs in front of my own at all times, no matter what the circumstances. I will go up to even the biggest and scariest cats and threaten them if it means my baby sister is safe. I spit in the face of authority, unless it's Momma, and usually don't listen to what other cats say.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I'm not really anything to look at, but I'm a light brown tom with darker brown stripes all over my pelt. My momma and baby sis say I'm handsome, but I don't know. Anyway, I have bright green eyes that are usually caught in a glare when I'm around any other cats besides my momma and baby sis. I'm unusually big and muscular for a kit, also, which is good for protecting my baby sis. In fact, I tower over most kits.
My history, don't go poking around!
My sister Wolf and I were born to my momma Angel in a Twoleg farm. She was always a sweet and caring momma always called me her little soldier...whatever that is. There was a nice Twoleg there who always fed us milk when she closed the barn at night. But for some reason, she stopped doing that when another Twoleg moved in. We always heard them yowling at each other and lots of bangs. Finally, the nice Twoleg ran into the barn, crying and yowling in fear. Her other, much bigger Twoleg, came in screaming in anger, with a boom stick, I think it's called. It was aiming for the nice Twoleg, but the flash of light hit Momma instead and before we knew it, she was dead. Thinking only about my baby sis, I told her to run like the wind. We ended up in a big forest, and we try to make our living off of it, but it's really hard to hunt. I made a vow to protect my baby sis, and I still do so today.
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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 6:39 pm
 . : About Me : .My name is Bones.
I'm a proud member of No clan.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm 23 moons ( 1 year 11 months).
I'm a Rouge.
My kin include None.. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
~ Killing
~ Putting cats in misery
~ Hurting others
~ Fighting
~ Food
My least favorite things...
~ Kits
~ Annoying cats
~ The clans
~ Kittypets
~ Cats stronger than me
And, my fears.
~ Dying. : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I'm a really mean cat. I care for no one but myself. I also love to hurt, and kill. It's my talent, and hobby. I'm very rough also. Don't think you could win a battle against me. My claws are reinforced with dog teeth.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I am a pure white cat. There's a black dot on my nose but, that's it. I have deep amber eyes. My claws are also reinforced with dogs teeth. They help me in battles against others.
My history, don't go poking around!
As a kit, I didn't have a father. My mother ditched me when I was getting a drink from the river when I was two moons old. Lucky for me I knew how to hunt at a young age. I traveled a lot back then. I ended up in Bloodclan territory. I talked to a few of them and that's how my claws were reinforced with dog teeth. They also taught me a lot. I left and came to the clans. To kill as I please. There are a lot of cats. I think they have a few to spare.
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 11:01 pm
 . : About Me : . My name is Skye.
I'm a proud member of No clan.
I'm a She-cat, I should know.
I'm Five moons.
I'm a Kittypet.
My kin include Unknown. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
-Other cats
-Making new friends
-Flowers
My least favorite things...
-Twolegs
-Being alone
And, my fears.
-My old owners
-Dogs . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Skye is timid and quiet. While she may be small and frightened, she can muster up the bravery of a warrior when she needs to. For such a young cat she has a fair amount of skill at hunting. She is very stealthy due to the time she spent fleeing from other cats. Skye is very friendly, and can get her feelings hurt easily
It's what I am, like it or not.
I have bright orange fur with stripes. My eyes are big and blue. My back right paw is crooked due to an injury I sustained from my Twoleg owners. There is a white mark at the base of my tail like an arrow pointing toward my head.
My history, don't go poking around!
I was adopted at a young age by Twolegs. It seemed like a wonderful existence, until one day they beat me within an inch of my life. I was only three moons when this happened. Only one moon later the Twolegs abandoned me, throwing me from a monster and causing me to break my paw. I have wandered for a while around the territory of Bloodclan, but the cats there scared me away. I had to learn to fend for myself, but I'm tired of being alone...
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Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2010 11:39 am
 . : About Me : .My name is Ice.
I'm a proud member of No clan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 20 moons.
I'm a (ranking).
My kin include None.. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
-Bones
-Hunting
My least favorite things...
-Cats that think they're stronger than me
-Kittypets
-Annoying cats
And, my fears.
-Dying. : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I am probably the second strongest cat out there. I am very serious, but I still have a heart. I hate being treated like I'm a kit. I always wanted kits, but my mate, Bones, and I can't have any. I am careless, because of my past. I hate cats that injure Bones.
It's what I am, like it or not.
My pelt is black and my belly fur is white. I have olive green eyes. I have a big build, thanks to my father. I am really dirty, so it seems like my belly fur is brown. My muzzle is also white.
My history, don't go poking around!
I was born on a thunderstorm day. My mother was a rogue that had fallen in love with another rogue. I had been left in the forest to die, but some how I didn't. When I was only 15 moons I met Bones, I knew I had fallen for him. We traveled everywhere together. We tried to have kits, but they died as soon as they were born. So Bone has been stealing kits for me.
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2010 9:22 pm
. : About Me : .My name is Broken.
I'm a proud member of no clan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 12 seasons.
I'm a loner.
My kin include none.. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
+ Bluepaw
+ Trouble
+ Eating
+ Messing with cats
My least favorite things...
- Cats
- Large groups
- Being alone
- Being board
- BIRDS!!
And, my fears.
~Cats who are happy all the time
~Hights
~Birds of prey (eagles, falcons, ect.). : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I grew up being near Bloodclan but never was a part of it. I'm good friends with Bluepaw who I have been searching for for some time now. If there was such thing as a goth cat, I would be one. I'm more mature then Bluepaw but get in more trouble. I enjoy long walks on the beach and poking dead things (lol)
It's what I am, like it or not.
I'm a black cat with a scarlet chest, my eyes are blood red and my fur is mostly short. I'm a slim she-cat but not weak. I tend to only appear at night so I'm mostly invisible when I'm awake, main ways to see me are my red eyes and if you have good eyesight the scarlet marking on my chest
My history, don't go poking around!
As a child I was raised by a foxe after my parents were killed by birds and learned when you hunt at night you can go out longer and eat more with less worry so I became nocturnal. When I saw a young cat take on a dog I decided to watch, it would be entertaining to see the dog win once again, but my surprise the cat won! So I became her friend, and ever sense Bluepaw was my best buddy though we didn't see each other much because we woke up at different times and she was a Bloodclan cat. When I found out she had left Bloodclan to find other clan cats I let her leave but then went to go find her, figuring out life was quite boring without her
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 12:08 pm
 . : About Me : . My name is Slasher.
I'm a proud member of ...
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm about a year old...
I'm a loner.
My kin include no one. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
~Darkness
~Being alone
~Moon
My least favorite things...
~Light
~Too many cats
And, my fears.
~I fear nothing . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Slasher is a dark cat. He likes being on his own. He hates cats who irritate him. He can kill with no questions asked. He is a cat that truly knows what pain and hatred are and he knows their consequences.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Slasher is a jet black cat. He has red eyes, and long claws. He has a scar going vertical on his left eye. His build is pretty big. He is muscular and can take on a any cat. He is swift and fierce, and can easily sneak around without being seen.
My history, don't go poking around!
Slasher's past is one thing he never talks about. His mother was killed the minute he was born. He doesnt know who or what killed her. His father was found dead the next day. As a kit an old she cat had taken care of him. After he had reached apprentice age, the old she cat died. He lived on his own after that. He hunted on his own, and lived by his own rules. He lives near the clan cats, but rarely comes near them. He calls them Pridelanders, since they have more food, water, and more territory.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 2:38 pm
Okay, kiddies, STOP before you post another profile!
We have to close down the Kittypets and rogues profile topic for now. There are much too many cats here that are joining the Clans, and it's much too unrealistic, and way too much to bear with. Sorry for the inconvienience, but no posting here until further notice. If you post profiles here, you'll get in very serious trouble.
~ Ana (I'ma crew, dude! x3), the crew, and everyone else in charge. (
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