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 Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 4:17 pm
Don't worry, this cat has been approved by Leo and Timber. He was clan born.  . : About Me : . My name is Whisperblade.
I was once a proud member of Nightclan but now i am a Loner.
I am 16 moons.
I'm a Warrior.
My favorite things!
~My beloved Thunderclaw
~Peace
~the night
~watching the stars
~Cinderwing, my fellow loner and friend
My least favorite things...
~War
~Being out in the open
~feeling weak
And, my fears.
~ That i may have failed to save her....
~Being forced to fight
~ Being seen
~Having to serve Fathom's evil side once more.
. : Getting Personal : .
Its what I am
Whisperblade is a Japanese Bobtail. A cat bread for for their short tail due to the Japanese belief that a cat with a long tail could potentially turn into a monstrous Nekomata. He is a black cat with a blue tint to his fur and white spots around his face and paws. He has a few x mark scars from past experiences.
I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Whisperblade is a spy/warrior for Fathom of Nightclan. His job was to gather information among the clans without being seen and is very good at his job. He is very polite and kind but can be shy and dislikes speaking out in the open. Not many cats know of his existence even among his own clan. From birth he was trained under a code of honor which he follows closely. Being raised under a strict code he lives his life to obey Fathom, weather it be good or bad. Now that Lavederstar is leader and thinks he is dead he is currently free from his code. He is fearful of returning due to having to serve under another leader. He is hesitated due to Fathom's insanity which he had to obey under oath.
My history, don't go poking around!
Whisperblade was once a secret warrior under the service of Fathom, the leader of Nightclan. During Fathom's leadership he was struggling with a demon in his mind who ordered Whisperblade to gather information on the other clans for an upcoming war during the planed attack on Seaclan. On his scouting mission Thunderclaw, his beloved mate, attempted to kill him while they were alone in fear that if he found out that she was seeing a Breezeclan tom he would give her away. Instead she ended up falling into the river and Whisperblade dove in to save her. He was successful in his goal but washed far down steam and supposedly died. Thunderclaw reported that he was dead to Nightclan and fled, fearful of punishment From Fathom. Whisperblade now wonders the land in search of his beloved, in hopes that he had succeeded in saving her life that night. Throughout his search he remained unaware of her intentions that night and had his heart broken when he had found her only to hear that she loved another tom. Trying to protect her he had found himself trapped in a fox trap and was rescued by Thunderflight of Stormclan. Whisperblade now harbors feelings for her but dose not pursue them do to his loner status. He just hopes to protect her the best he can outside of the clan territory.
During the attack of the star slayers on Stormclan Whisperblade gained the trust of Silverstar when he lured Splinter away into a bear trap, giving the leader what she needed in order to escape. During this he almost lost his left back leg and limps if he puts too much strain on it now. He now lives in stormclan with Thunderflight and cares for his newly born kittens.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 7:29 am
 . : About Me : . My name is Cinderwing.
I'm a proud member of Nowhere. I was exiled for the murdering of Darkshadow.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm 18 Moons.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include Birchshadow. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
~ Sitting in the rain
~ Being happy
~ Kits
~ Cats closest to him (Shatteredfang, Hauntedheart)
My least favorite things...
~ Being unhappy
~ Fighting
~ Lavenderstar
And, my fears.
~ Foxes
~ Badgers
~ Twolegs
~ Dogs . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Just like his mother, Cinderwing is a cheery, energetic, spaztic cat. He can seem somewhat arrogant at times. He's really sweet when it comes right down to it. He is a short fuse though. When he loses his temper, you won't ever hear the end of it. He can also be melodramatic when he doesn't get his way. Overall, he's pretty sweet though, just don't get on his bad side...
It's what I am, like it or not.
Cinderwing is a large, black tom. He has a large vee-shaped nick in his right ear. His tail is noticably shorter than his clanmates'. His eyes are a piercing yellow, very intimidating to look into. He is very muscular.
My history, don't go poking around!
Cinderwing was born to his mother on NightClan territory 16 moons ago. His mother and father died early in his life, leaving him with his only other kin, Birchkit(shadow). His foster mother died when he was an apprentice. When he was first an apprentice, he went into battle. He now bares scars from that battle.
His mentor's name was Shatteredfang. He instantly fell in love with the shocked mentor, shocked because of her loss only a short time ago, when her last apprentice fell victim to The madness and almost tried to kill her. He grew even fonder of his mentor as time went on. The day before his ceremony, he told her that he loved her. He was shocked when Shatteredfang told him that she didn't feel the same way.
Ever since then, he's been melodramatic about the subject.
He was exiled when he was 17 moons old for the murdering of Darkshadow. He doesn't like to tell cats why he did it though. He feels no one would understand. He now lives in the forest outskirts as an exile.
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 2:15 pm
 No worries, this cat was approved by Leo . : About Me : . My name is Phantom.
I'm a proud member of Nightclan, but has lived as a loner his entire life.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm 18 moons (1 year 6 months).
I'm a Loner.
My kin include None, mother died during birth and father is unknown.. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
- Beautiful things
- Watching other cats
- Night time
- Being alone, because it's so peaceful
- (Puresun...?)
My least favorite things...
- Annoying cats butting into my business
- Showing myself to other cats
- My ugly face
- Solitude (yes I know he likes being alone, but being alone and solitude are two different things)
And, my fears.
- Being shunned by other cats
- What I love being taken away from me . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Phantom is a tom who would not hesitate to obtain what he wants, through whatever means - even if it means murdering other cats in cold blood. He sees no wrong in murder, only as a stepping stone towards what he wants. This is not to say that he is evil, of course. He does not know what is right from wrong, and instead sees only his own goals. He is an adult, but in many ways mentally he is a kit as well. He seldom feels any emotion due to living in solitude all his life, and he spends his days watching other cats or hunting for himself. He is a genius and will sit by one side and watch the situation before stepping in, calmly analysing and calculating. He does feel lonely from having no cat to talk to, but refuses to admit it to himself because he believes that the whole world hates him.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Phantom is an average sized tom, his whole body is black, but his chest is white. The right side of his face is white and in the shape of a mask (duh). The "mask" starts from right in front of his ear, down his muzzle, covers half of his nose and curves around his mouth, covering half his face. His RIGHT eye is light blue, almost white, LEFT eye is gold. Two disfiguring, horrendous scars run down the right side of his face, given to him from his mother when he was born.
When he speaks, he has a refined, angellic and seductive voice that makes him seem almost unworldly.
He has the power to walk in cat's dreams (similar to Jayfeather but less powerful), but only in cats he has seen before. He can only talk to them but not explore their memories. For now, he has never done this before so he is relatively inexperienced, but he knows that he has this power.
My history, don't go poking around!
Phantom was born to a litter of three, and he was the first born. The moment after he was born, a fire suddenly swept through camp without any warning beforehand, killing some and injuring many cats. Half of Phantom's face was badly burns, scarring him for life. His mother was badly burnt and close to death, and when she laid her eyes on her remaining kit, she spat in anger and swiped her claws at the newborn kit, giving him his disfiguring scars. "This kit...is cursed! He brought this destruction upon Nightclan!" she said weakly as she died, her remaining kits dying as stillborn inside her womb. Hearing her words, the rest of the clan began to gaze upon the writhing newborn in horror and disgust, some elders even yowling to kill him off as they believed he brought forth the fire and cursed his mother to death, as well as causing the death of his siblings inside her womb.
Instead of mewling and looking for milk like any kit would have done, he merely turned his disfigured face towards the group of cats, unmoving and still as a statue. He was unaware of the hatred the rest of Nightclan gave him but he felt only curiousity. Blood dripped from his face from the deep cuts his mother gave him, and coupled with the burns on his face this made him look even more horrific. The rest of the clan backed away and yowled for the cursed kit to be killed, believing that he would bring calamity upon the clan.
To save the kit from Nightclan's hatred, Lavenderstar (then Lavenderrain) secretly snuck the kit out of Nightclan, lying to the rest of Nightclan that she killed the cursed kit off. Instead, she took him to Dead Cat's Hollow and fed him milk of her own, since she just had her own kits (Richkit and Purekit). There were only a few dens which were not in danger of caving in and she took him to one of those, feeding him whenever she used the excuse to go and make dirt. The kit grew up alone in Dead Cat's Hollow, with only the occasional company of Lavenderrain, his adoptive mother. She named him Phantomkit since he lived in Dead Cat's Hollow, and his occasional yowls of loneliness at night started up the legend that a ghost haunts the area. Wanting the kit to be safe, Lavenderrain encouraged these rumours, discouraging any cat from visiting these dangerous tunnels in case Phantomkit was found.
When he was six months old, Lavenderrain decided that she could no longer spend as much time to take care of him, and decided to tell him his whole history - how he was hated and rejected by his own mother and his own clan from the moment of birth, and how he was believed to be cursed to bring calamity upon Nightclan. Phantomkit listened without saying a word, but inside he was boiling with hatred. The world had hated him, including his own mother, and the only one who loved him was Lavenderrain - or so he believed. She taught him all the necessary hunting skills in secret so that he could hunt for himself, and some basic warrior fighting moves so that he could defend himself if necessary. With that, she bid him goodbye and promised that she would visit him in secret whenever he got the chance. The promise was quickly broken as she was made deputy soon after that, and the visits stopped completely. At that time, a badger was found near Dead Cat's Hollow and cats have reported that the place reeked of blood. Lavenderstar believed that Phantomkit had died, and mourned by herself silently. In truth, the blood was from the numerous prey Phantomkit had caught for himself, but Nightclan didn't know that.
The darkness in Phantomkit's heart grew, and he started to believe that Lavenderrain was the same as the rest of Nightclan. He was only a small part of her life, and he believed she thought her clan came before him. Some disfigured cat should not get in the way of her duty, right? The doubts in the kit's heart grew into darkness, until he believed that he only lived for himself and by himself. He did not know that Lavenderrain thought he had died.
He had watched in the shadows during the great battle of the clans against the beasts, only watching with intrigue as Nightclan was torn apart by foxes, never bothering to help. He had felt a small pang of sadness and anxiety as Lavenderstar lost her lives, but pushed those emotions aside, determined to live as an emotionless loner even though he was born in Nightclan. Out of every Nightclan cat, however, one particular captured his interests - Puresun. She was...different from the other cats, but he couldn't point his paw on where. What was it that made her different...?
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 12:48 pm
(( Please do not post profiles for cats who will be active/introduced/appear AFTER the timeskip (@ new rogues, new kittypets can keep posting) ))
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Winged Timberwolf Captain
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Winged Timberwolf Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 10:42 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 10:43 pm
. : About Me : . My name is Evangelyn. (My friends call me Eve, Angel, or Lyn. You can call me whatevah you like, shugah!)
I'm a proud member of the urban cats.
I'm a she-cat, sweetie!
I'm 11 moons (but I act so mature, only I know that! ~<3).
I'm a gardener, guardian, and loyal friend!.
My kin include ...I don't rightly know!. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
❥ Tending to my plants
❥ Newcomers ~<3
❥ Friends
❥ Spending time with friends
❥ The sky!
❥ Kittens...and elders! Heck, everybody! :'D
❥ My twoleg
❥ The smell right before 'n after it rains
❥ Sweets- specifically shuga, cinammon, and honey ones!
❥ Birds!
❥ Anythin with a kind heart and open mind!
My least favorite things...
✗ Bugs in my garden
✗ Plant sicknessess :c
✗ Mean ol cats
✗ City cats...
✗ Death
✗ Sadness
And, my fears.
☠ Fire!
☠ Nightmares (I sho do hate 'em!)
☠ Fiery nightmares
☠ Warp! Stuck up ol' hollyhacker! . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I'm a right ol' sweetheart, I am! I absolutely ah-DORE kittens, and wrinkly old cats make me purr! There's nothin' I love more on a hot summah day than seein' that my garden is full and flourishin'! My twoleg is a gardener, too, but I do most of the work, mind you! I tend to get excited easily and can be quite the gabber, but I am as loyal as they come and bein' my friend means nothin' but happiness for you! I couldn't hurt a fly, really, but I'd defend a friend in a fight, though I tend to avoid cats who have a tendency to fight. If you ever need a safe refuge, my home is your home. Home, home, sweet ol' home! My momma once said that I was sweeter than honey made by the sweetest bees! <3
It's what I am, like it or not.
I sho am as white as fresh snow on a chilly winter day! But to many cats I give more warmth than the sun's vibrant rays. My eyes are a debatable yellow-green and tend to switch between two colors almost as if they can't decide on which color ta choose! I'm plump but not too fat, and slender but not too skinny. My paws are small and dainty, and my tail is long. My coat is sleek but furry, and my claws are stubby yet sharp. All in all, I'm an average ol' gal, and though I enjoy a good washing or two every day, I don't bother with my looks one bit.
My history, don't go poking around!
There ain't that much to tell, shuga! I was born as any ol' house cat was to a mother whom I only knew for the first few days o' my life. I can't rightly remember what she looked like or her name, but she was a sheer white one, just like me. I was taken' from my litter when I was only a few days old, but that don' bother me one bit. I have a feelin' my family is safe and sound, and I was given a great life in exchange!
My twoleg is a sweet ol' woman (who is probably in her early 60's). She ain't like normal twolegs who leave every mornin' in their monsters and return in the evening; she stays home all day long with me! (She's retired). We both like to work in our garden that was just starting to grow strong when I was a wee kitten. 11 moons later and it's bloomin' prouder'n a bear who just caught himself a salmon bigger'n his chest!
My twoleg treats me with love but don't spoil me none. I get milk only after a good week's worth 'o work. Me 'n my twoleg love ta cuddle after the sun sets and watch her glowy-box. Sometimes she don makes it show birdies that I like to swat at, but they're hidden behind an invisible wall whenever I try an' get 'em! My twoleg also likes ta make things in her hot box (oven) and feeds me treats a lot. I love cinammon and honey, and when I'm loopy on catnip, it sho makes her laugh!
My house is welcome to all types a cats. My twoleg lets any cat needin' a warm, safe place to rest come into our ol' shed! I'm the only one who gets ta come inside though. Our garden is in a bigger see-through nest (greenhouse) so that no cat can bother it, but I like showin' cats around sometimes through my secret entryway! Since I don't hunt none, my twoleg appreciates if you help depopulate our rodent friends...I don' like ta watch though. Killin' the animal myself just don' suit me, but I sho like it when my human hands me some cooked meat for dinnah!
If you ever need anythin', shuga, just come right on ta me! I'll make sure you get what ya need.
As for my disliking of that rascal named Warp, I generally dislike him for his bloated head and bossy ways. Ain't got no grudge against him, now, don't get me wrong (I don't even go huntin', I just like to pester the birds a bit), but I declined his offer for me to "join his cause", or some raddyshank or another. He don scratch me the wrong way, so I tend to keep out of his hair. Them two big fellers that follow him around are dumber than mud in a pigsty, but they're easy to fool and I like teasin' em. They can't do none to me since I've helped em out more 'n once. Since I'm older than Warpy, I tend to like to use my age as a figurative scolding device. Treat your elders right, whippersnapper! Hah! Elders tickle my funnybone, they do...
WELL it was nice meetin' ya, and I hope I see ya around sometime! If you evah need a nice warm plate 'o milk, drop right on by- but make sho it's on the right day. My twoleg only has limited supplies y'know! Bye now! Happy travels!
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Winged Timberwolf Captain
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Winged Timberwolf Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 10:49 pm
 . : About Me : .My name is Vulturekit.
I'm a proud member of no clan (Forest Outskirts resider).
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm newborn.
I'm a rogue.
My kin include Cinderwing (father), Hauntedheart (mother), Mercykit (sister), Pepperkit and Foxkit (brothers)... : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
-Mother and Father
-Especially Father
-My siblings
-Nighttime
-Birds
-Food
-Being strong
My least favorite things...
-Bright light
-Daytime
-Clan cats
-Weaklings
And, my fears.
-becoming weak
-losing a battle. : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I am headstrong and strong-willed. Strong, strong, strong. I tend to be quiet- at least, quieter than my mouse-brained brothers- and hardly ever talk. But when I do talk, I am loud and proud, and my voice is smooth and confident. I often get mistaken for a mute cat because I really don't talk unless absolutely necessary, but sometimes my good friends or family can get me to otherwise speak. I am a night cat and I love it when the world is dark and inky; my pelt blends in with the shadows and I am proud to be a shadow cat. I like to take advantage of those who are weak by proving myself stronger than them. I also have a tendency to eat anything as long as it's edible, especially dead carcasses because I don't spend time trying to kill them.
I am a different person around different people. Strangers see the silent, hostile form of me; my friends and family (mainly family) see my warm, loving, talkative side.
I love to observe rather than make noise and would like to wander the lands to inspect things and be a witness to the world's splendor, but father wants me to stay in the Outskirts next to the Clans. Because of mother. I don't see why she doesn't just pick up and leave them. As I get older, I come to learn that if the Clans knew of us, they'd banish her, so what use was hiding it? She disliked them anyway, I could tell.
I am often sulkish about my desire to leave the Clan area. They just gave me a bad vibe. They would hate me for being a taboo, I learn as I get older, anyway. So what was the use? I'd never have a life there, so I want to spread my wings and escape, but mother is tying us back, weighing us down like a rock. I will grow animosity towards her for that.
Most of these things will slowly develop in me. I'm only a newborn in reality!
It's what I am, like it or not.
I have a sleek black coat, like my mother, and it's a mix between short-haired and thick long-haired. My underfur is thick but not very long. My eyes are a brilliant gold that match the sunlight, but I wish I had black eyes so that I could be completely blended into the shadows. My whiskers, claws, and pawpads are all black- why couldn't my eyes be, too? I blame my parents for this (as if they could control it). I have a tendency to raise one ear up and have the other flattened off to the side, as if I'm only half-listening.
My history, don't go poking around!
My parents are Cinderwing, a NightClan exile, and Hauntedheart, the NightClan medicine cat. They had an illegitimate litter with me and my siblings, and we're a double taboo; rogue-Clan forbidden love and medicine cat-another cat forbidden love. But I don't quite know that yet.
I prefer to be called Vulture but my mother prefers to keep the 'kit at the end. I assume it's because she sees me as weak so I only work harder to prove how self-sufficient I am, but I don't know the truth of that name or my origin. All I know is that there are us, the rogues, and them, the Clans. I will come to realize Mother is from the Clans and I dislike her for not leaving those stupid cats for us, but I can never hate her.
I regard Clan cats with disdain and indifference, like my father. In fact, I'd very much like to grow up to be my father-strong and unbeatable. I hear rumors that he's killed a cat once-all the better. It only glorifies him further in my mind.
Though, secretly, I love my mother very much too and from time to time I'll let her clean me and tell me stories-but not often! I can't let anyone see me enjoying it or they'll question my tomliness...
In case you didn't know, I'm not even formed in the womb and won't be born until after the timeskip.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 1:11 pm
 . : About Me : . My name is Flint.
I'm a proud member of no clan. I roam with the city cats.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm 31 moons.
I'm a city cat.
My kin include Mother - Ash (She's somewhere around here...), Father - Popeye (Dead). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
-My so called 'home'
-Mother
-Testing my strength in daily scraps
-Feeling fur and flesh beneath my claws
-Making my mark, on just about anything or anyone
My least favorite things...
-Snow, hate the stuff, cannot stand it
-Two legs, dumb things get in the way
-Weak cats
-Loosing a fight, though it rarely happens!
And, my fears.
-Keh, fine, what ever, water, you happy?
- Monsters that travel on the thunderpath . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I'd rather not talk too much about myself. You might learn too much, then, well I would have to kill you. But I guess I can spare the basics. I'm mean, normally I would say enough said, but I can't because of this rediculous interview! Weak cats get on my nerves, if they last a week then I usually deal with them personally. Not many can earn my respect, when you do than prepare for a long lasting alliance. If you betray me then you either jump in front of the nearest monster or allow me to rip your throat out and take it to my nest for a suveniour.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I have an ashey appearance. Don't you dare crack any jokes about soot! Most think my name is ash because of my grey coat but that's wrong. I may have the same shade of gray, and have black stripes on the end of my tail but it doesn't mean I am the aftermath of a fire! And if you say anything about my yellowish green eyes or my scars that run along my legs and flank I will gouge your eyes out. Then what will you see? Nothing!
My history, don't go poking around!
Why would you need to know my history? I don't want to tell you. I was born and grew up, there. Done. Not done? I need to say something about my past!? Keh, whatever.
Fine, I guess it start's with my mother. She always believed in 'love' and so did my father. But they came from seperate worlds. My father was a pampered kittypet. Always fed, always safe. My mother is a street cat, like myself. When she gave birth to me, my father decided the street life was too hard for him. He wanted us to go with him but it was out home. He abandoned us. I was smart for a kit, you need to be if you want to survive.
That left my mother and I alone on the streets. We were attacked a few times, but as scars accumulated and my muscles strengthened and grew I began to fight back. My mother was proud of me. She taught me many tricks. No, I won't show you what they are. If you want to get an edge during a fight find your own ways! Anyway, when I was older I left her nest and claimed my own in an abandoned twoleg nest. I sleep in the higher levels of it on an old surface that I covered with scrap fabrics I found around the street. It's not as comfortable as my mother's fur but I quickly adjusted.
I continued to grow and fight. It was nearly to apoint where no one would so much as glance at me because they feared what I might do. But one day something went wrong. My father decided to visit, see what his son had become. I had been carrying an anger around with me my whole life. That didn't do anything for him. To say the least it was a heated debate that quickly turned into a fight. He ended up dead, I victoreous. The anger hasn't gone anywhere, if anything the revenge I exacted planted more hate into my heart. I'm not quite as cruel as I was, picking on everything that breathed, instead I focus more on those that actually challenge or wrong me. But don't get me wrong, I still like to kill that odd cat here and there purely for fun.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 2:46 pm
 . : About Me : . My name is Sweetie Pie, but please call me Raven. Please, I beg of you..
I'm a proud member of the City Life.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm 7 moons.
I'm a City Cat.
My kin include they died. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
◘ Wrestling
◘ Fighting
◘ Food
◘ She-cats [;
◘ Biting
◘ Clawing
My least favorite things...
○ Rainbows
○ Butterflies
○ Humans
○ Sweet things
○ Cute things
And, my fears.
> Dying
> Starving
> Getting trapped by humans and their horrible sweet/cute things . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Okay, so I'm supposed to tell you about myself? Well, that is easy! I'm the tough tom, no one can beat me. Well, I think no one can beat me. Anyway, I'm the one with the anger issues. Mess with me and I'll probably mess up your face! Enough about that, I'm the adventurous type. I'll probably hitch a ride on a dog, if that's the only way to get around. IF it doesn't attack me first, I probably beat it though. I have this situation with cute things or sweet things. Ugh, they annoy me! You'll learn about that in a short second. I think I have this problem with saying probably too much, but probably not. Okay, enough of my personality. You're getting way too much information! Read my appearance next! Do it now!
It's what I am, like it or not.
Some say I'm the cutest thing in the world. No, no. *Shakes head* Don't even get me started on 'cute'. Anyway, I'm a multi-colored tom, pretty much black, white, and orange on my pelt. I have dark gray eyes, even if they look black, they are gray! My stomach is a white, but since I joined the city cats, it's brown and gray. My build is quite large for a kit like me. Did I say kit? I meant cat. I'm a tabby, like almost every cat. My nose is a pink color, which I despise very much. I do not worry though, my nose will be black very soon, I think. My tail is short and black. That's enough, go read my biography. Do it. Do it now.
My history, don't go poking around!
When I was born, I was born in a human house. My mother died at birth and so did three of my other siblings. Only my sister and I lived, but then she died too. The humans thought I was a lady cat, so they named me Sweetie Pie. Ugh, such an ugly name! I despised those humans and that name. So, as you can see, that's why I hate 'cute' things and 'sweet' things. Anyway, I decided to leave that terrible home and travel to the city. On my way there, I saw a raven and I decided to change my name to Raven. Good idea right? Of course. Once I got to the city I met some new friends, like Tree and other cats. So far, I'm doing good in the city. I steal humans' food here and there, I scratch people's feet, and I battle with other cats. How amazing is that? I love this life.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 3:39 pm
  . : About Me : . My name is Mercykit.
I'm a proud member of no clan, I'm a rogue.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm newborn.
I'm a rogue kit.
My kin include Cinderwing [Father], Hauntedheart [Mother], Fadinghorizon [Half-sister], Foxkit, Pepperkit, and Vulturekit [Brothers]. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
- My mother
- My father
- My brothers
- Adventure
- The sky
- Rain
- Thunderstorms
- Water
- Climbing trees
- Exploring
- The groups of cats Mother and Father talk about [Clans]
- Being free
- Independance
- Having time alone
- Playing
- Learning
My least favorite things...
- Mean cats
- Herbs that taste bad
- Getting into trouble
- Cowards
- Mouse-brain cats
- Making my parents angry
- Being told what to do
- Being underestimated
- The times when Mother leaves
And, my fears.
- That Mother never comes back one day
- Something happening to my mother and/or father
- My brothers getting hurt
- Losing my family . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Mercykit is a very strong-willed, tomboyish she-cat. That's what happens when your raised with three brothers and no sisters, not that she minds. She is very independant and intelligent, learning things quickly. Like her mother, she can be extremly stubborn and a little rash but she cares deeply for those close to her. She is very brave and adventurous, always willing to explore new places. While she loves being with her family, she also loves to be alone. Mercykit wants to be the best she cna be and make her parents proud, but she also wants to herself and not shape herself so other will like her.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Mercykit is a large bengal she-cat. She is fairly large for her age and is very muscular and firmly built. Her pelt is a bengal pattern and her eyes are deep blue.
My history, don't go poking around!
Mercykit is the only daughter of Hauntedheart and Cinderwing. She was born to them along with her three brothers, Pepperkit, Vulturekit, and Foxkit. [After the timeskip]
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 5:35 pm
. : About Me : .My name is Foxkit.
I'm a proud member of nothing..
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm an infant.
I'm a rogue.
My kin include Cinderwing (father), Hauntedheart (mum), Mercykit (only sister), Pepperkit and Vulturekit.. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
- Discovery (pronounced Dis-Cove-Re)
- The color red
- Silliness
- Springy grasque (grass)
- Speaking in my own tongue
- The moon and stahs
- That moment when you find out something that leaves you completely awestruck
- The truth
My least favorite things...
- Sitting in one spot for too long
- Bogs
- Ignahance!
- The clans
- Legends
And, my fears.
- That my pronuncikation problem might work against me
- Abandonment
- Loss of limbs
. : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Exhuse me if I sound a tidy bit cheesy to you, but I am a very passionate cat with a natural love for noledge. I am full force on discovery and finding out how things work and why they do so. This pashon gives me the traits of being a bit spacey and open to new ideas, but very dubious of silly legants and even a bit of a p***k when it comes to getting the facts straight to someone. A bit impatient with the slow thinking, I have the tendency to rush ahead of things and over think situations, making things that may have been very easy, look very hard.
My voice, though it is a very rocketing and triumphant one, does have a problem when it comes to words. You see (I wasn't a very exposed-to-the-outside-world kit), I have a bit of a pronuncikation problem.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Fitted into a luxurious, short and sleek ginger-tabby coat, I have a bit of resemblance to (though, mind you, I don't know the tom at all) Foxclaw, a late and former lover of my mother, Hauntedheart and am named after him as well. My whiskers a brilliant white and my nose and the pads of my feet are a soft salmon pink. My large round eyes are a bright yellowish kind of amber colour, and blend in with my features.
My history, don't go poking around!
I was born into a rather belittling history. My mother, a medicine cat, forbidden to have kits. My father, a loner, exiled from the clans and not supposed to be in contact with anyone from the clans. And, well. They obviously defied both of those laws (or codes, whatever). As a kit, I am still ignorant of this, but eventually I will discover.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 5:37 pm
. : About Me : .My name is Colby Jack, but you can just call me Colby.
I'm a proud member of the City life.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 15 moons.
I'm a random cat of town.
My kin include my mother and my father. ( I don't know them, I just have to assume I have/used to have them since... y'know.).. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
- Sardines!
- My home that smells of cheese and saucy stuff!
- Attention!
- Being petted by the two-legs (especially behind the ears).
- Goodman, the two leg who shelters me
- Smelly things
- Wandering as I please
My least favorite things...
- Those creepy up-top cats that I hear out back every now and then
- Weird and unnatural sounding voices.
- Threats
- Mini twolegs that pick me up
- Twolegs who ignore my pleas
And, my fears.
- That the creepers out back might ever enter my home D:
- Bags and leashes . : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
A relaxed and collected cat, Colby Jack has an air of reason around her. The way she walks, talks, and simply flicks her tail say "I know what I'm doing, I don't care, good for you." Taunt her, leer at her, insult with every dirty name you can come up with and the biggest reaction from her might be laugh or a simple yawn. She treats many questions she considers ignorant or obvious with sarcasm.
Easily finding humor in everyday things, it is not odd to hear her laughing to herself at the most ridiculous of moments.
Colby Jack is distasteful at the sight of street cats and her usual reaction to them is pity. Alas, if only there were enough Goodman's for all of us.
In the pizza parlor she lives in, Colby Jack is very talkative and responsive back to the twolegs, meowing, purring, and rubbing up against them if they seem to want it. Due to this, she is a very popular cat around the locals.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Colby Jack is swimmingly sweet mackerel tabby with a white underbelly that goes up to her whiskers. Her eyes are a calm and shady green and she is easily recognizable. Colby Jack has a normal build of your average tabby cat, lithe and slippery, yet not at the point that it seems she could blow away. With living in the city her whole life, Colby has excellent balance and skilled with the workings of climbing.
My history, don't go poking around!
Colby doesn't know where she came from, though she does vaguely remember being dropped at the doorstep, a flash of bright light, and soon she was being warmed in a very steely smelling twoleg den, getting rubbed repeatedly with a towel and cooed at by a rather large twoleg man. After listening in on a few of the twolegs who chatter with him, she has a feeling his name is Goodman.
Goodman, in truth, is the owner of a rather famous pizza parlor around the city and the arrival of this kitten had given him an idea. With a few minor adjustments to his board, the sign now read "Pizza at it's Finest& Co." Naming her Colby Jack after a type of cheese he was quite fond of, soon she was becoming famous in the parlor. Colby learned tricks to get attention from incoming twolegs, by rubbing against their legs, meowing, murring, and purring with every touch.
After an incident with allergies, Goodman was forced to install a cat flap if the occasion ever arise that she needed to go out. Now she roams as she pleases, but always stays by the road and within range of her home.
People grew to accept Colby as part of the pizzeria and now she is rather famous around the streets, twoleg wise. They'll point or even bend down to pet her as she walks down the street.
She runs confidently and without fear in the city, for if any cat tries to get her... She is quite the actress and anyone who doesn't want to get the boot from a twoleg is advised to stay clear. . : About Me : .My name is Beagle.
I'm a proud member of the Urban life.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm 60 moons.
I'm a kittypet of standard standards..
My kin include my twolegs.. Sorta!.. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
- Feeling and twitching my whiskers
- Strong, good smelling scents
- Smooth sounds
- The delicious taste of chicken
- Squishing my paws in mud :'D
- Freedom!
My least favorite things...
- Bullies
- Not getting my daily share of food
- Booboos
- Unnatural things
- Twolegs who try to trample me :c
- Monsters
And, my fears.
- Vet!
- Dogs
- That the ruffians such a rogues and everything ever come here!
- That I might ever be... contained. . : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I, the most wise and wondiferal Beagle, am a god! Well, not really. But it'd be quite nice, dontcha think?
Known around these parts as a bit of a jokester, I am most adept in the teachings of water, and how to use it. I'm a bit of a hoarder, stealing garden gloves, keys, feathers, and etc. , and I have a secretive stash out back by my owners shed where I hide all my precious treasures.
I'm quite springy and hoppy, talking with much enthusiasm to practically anything I see fit and jumping around in the most unnecessary of times. With a bit of my odd appearance, I am quite easygoing about my appearance and should I really care what the others think? I would hope not.
If you wish to get one of your items back from my stash, you must have a trade!
It's what I am, like it or not.
I am a luxuriously coated red and white dappled tom. I have rather shady yellow eyes and some of the longest and most sensitive whiskers you've ever seen. I have a rather slim and haunchy build, though I do look a bit fat from all of my luxurious fur fluffing me out. My ears are partly curled around and I am aware of this. No, I am perfectly fine with it, I have no disabilities. Though touch my ears. They are rather delicate.
My history, don't go poking around!
I was born from an American Curl breeder pair. I lived with my mum for a couple weeks then all of a sudden I was shipped off and shoved into a pen. I hated that pen.
A day passed and twolegs were mulling around me, picking me up and inspecting every inch of me they could get. Don't know why, but it was scary. Though one day, a twoleg picked me up and didn't put me back in my old pen, but into an entirely new one that was even tinier! I hated pens even more.
After an extremely horrible journey in which I was continuously rocked back and forth, I arrived at a strange destination. Soon I figured out it was the twoleg's den and that I was supposed to live there as well. A few times I thought about running away but... He fed me. He watered me. He gave me the delicious juicy stuff. So I stayed and I continue to stay, though I more wanderish now.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 7:10 pm
. : About Me : .
My name is Lacey, or call me Lace.
I'm a proud member of The city!.
I'm a She-kit, I should know.
I'm 4 moons.
I'm a City kitten.. don't hurt me!.
My kin include No one sadly... ;A; my dead mommy Silvy and my dad Blaze... I guess....
. : A Little Bit More : .
My favorite things!
- The night sky
- Sweet smells
- Stars
- Shiny things
- Food
- Asteria!
- Nice cats
- Colorful stuff
- Warmth
My least favorite things...
- Mean cats
- Blood
- Being hurt
- Insects
- Leaves, I mean... those things are weird
- Stuff I don't know about
- Traveling
And, my fears.
- Leaves
- Dogs
- This Alphonse guy, I heard how bad this kitty it! Dx
. : Getting Personal : .
I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I'm a very cheerful and or bubbly kitten. I also have a speech impediment.... I tend to be socially awkward and shy to strangers or other cats. I sadly apologize alot, even for things I didn't cause. I can be a very sweet, gentle, and kind kitten too. I have a tough side that I usually hide, or fail to reveal. I'm pretty brave and tough though, or I wouldn't be alive....
It's what I am, like it or not.
I'm actually very cute and pretty. I have short fluffy kit fur that's a very pale silver color. I have a white underbelly of soft fur and gray tabby markings here and there. I have 1 white paw and very very very stunning purplish blue eyes. I also have a very fluffy tabby gray tail with a white tip. My build is quite small, not the biggest kitten ever.... but I have powerful hind legs and a slim structure for agility.
My history, don't go poking around!
We-well.... I don't really like talking bout it much but... your not here to see nothing bout my history.... It all started when I was born. My daddy left us when I was born because he couldn't deal with another cat to look after besides my mom. His name was Blaze, a handsome gold tabby tom. My momma refused to give me up so she kept me, even though it broke her heart when the tom left this beautiful silver and white she-cat to strive by herself, her name was Silvy. Um... when I was 3 moons old... my momma was in bad bad territory, when she was lookin for some food to feed herself, to feed me too. A gang of cats started to pick on her, she hid me under some old garbage bags. The leader, a black tom... wanted her as a mate, played with her too, but my momma refused. So.. they killed her.. in front of my eyes.. slowly too.. it was really messy... and before she died.. I swear, she looked at me... and smiled... her deep blue eyes glazing before mine, a tear ran down her face as she whispered to me as she slipped away.... "Keep on livin my dear Lace... keep on livin..." I escaped and... I live on like she wanted, by myself, careful to not be out to much at night cuz of the bad kitties my mo tells me about when she was alive.... I miss her very much.... Until now, I met a really cool pretty she-cat named Asteria! I hope I get to stay with her!
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 12:57 am
 . : About Me : . My name is Alphonse "Dogslayer Al".
I'm a proud member of none. I roam the streets of the city..
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm 24 moons (2 years) [no time skip].
I'm a city cat.
My kin include None, all deceased and I don't care.. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
▶ Power and control
▶ Obedience from subordinates
▶ Getting the proper respect he deserves
▶ Faithful and loyal subordinates
▶ Beating other cats senseless to get the submission (or getting subordinates to beat the cat senseless)
▶ Killing...painfully
▶ The look of terror and horror in his victim's faces...can never get enough of that.
▶ Scrap meat from butcher shops
My least favorite things...
▶ Disobedience from subordinates
▶ Insubordination
▶ Failures
And, my fears.
▶ Losing his control over his gang
▶ Growing old
(He doesn't fear much) . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Alphonse is a cool and collected tom, staying calm in any situation and rarely, if ever, raises his voice. On the exterior, he seems like a polite gentletom, with a smooth way of talking and good manners. Inside, however, he is cold hearted and sadistic, and will quickly kill any cat who disobeys him without so much as a blink of an eye. He will even torture and slowly kill disobeying or enemy cats just to show what would happen if someone was to go against him. Maliciously cunning and handsome, not to mention a smart and quick thinking mind, Alphonse always has little trouble manipulating others to do his bidding for him using his polite and sweet way of talking. He can make you believe a rat was a dog if he wanted, and to anyone who is his subordinate, failure is not an option. His eyes never show any form of emotion, only an ice cold jade gaze that sends shivers down your spine, so cats never know what he is thinking.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Alphonse is a handsome spotted brown tabby, with distinctive jade eyes that seem to pierce straight through your soul when you speak. He is a large tom with broad and well muscled shoulders, as well as a tall and imposing stature. He has long whiskers that make him seem very regal, and these long whiskers help him sense if anyone is trying to approach him without being found out. He has a smooth, deep low tenor voice that sounds husky and mysterious.
My history, don't go poking around!
Alphonse's mother died when he was very young, not long after he was weaned so he has no memory of his mother. As a kit, he thrived in the tough city streets with his brother and sister, while his father took care of all of them. His father was the leader of a gang himself, so Alphonse and his siblings were brought up in the harsh ways of street life. He learnt to fight for his food at a young age, and to forage among twoleg garbage for anything edible. Enemy cats often came to attack, to take over their territory, so from a young age Alphonse had been accustomed to deadly gang fights. The sick, old and injured were often left to fend for themselves, as there was no one to take care of them.
As time passed, Alphonse began to grow up into a fine tom just like his father. His brother had been killed earlier on in a gang fight, and his sister died from sickness after eating a rat. Every cat was expecting him to take over soon as his father was getting old. That was, until one stormy night, Alphonse got into a heated argument with his father. His father wanted to disband the gang, each cat going their own separate way, as he was getting tired of life in the streets and wanted to live out the rest of his life with the luxury of a twoleg, to live as a kittypet. Alphonse, young and ambitious, wanted to make the gang stronger than ever. His father claimed that he had seen enough bloodshed, and after a while, father and son began to fight. It was a tough match, both toms were strong and well built, but eventually Alphonse's better stamina and faster reflexes thanks to his young age gave him the upper paw. He clamped his jaws around his father's throat and without even a blink of his eyes, he tore his father's throat out and watched coldly as the life left his eyes. Seeing how Alphonse had murdered his own father in cold blood, the rest of the gang began to grow uneasy, casting troubled glances at each other. Alphonse turned to gaze back at the group, standing tall and regal. All he could see were weak, diseased or old cats, thanks to his father's bad leadership. Such cats would only be a burden to him...they were nothing but garbage, and would only get in his way. "Leave. You weaklings are of no use to me." he said, watching as the gang scurried away from this scary young tom.
Alphonse lived a few moons by himself, wandering the alleys and killing anyone who tried to attack him. Soon, the name of "Alphonse" began to grow, and any cat in the streets were careful to stay away from him and his deadly claws. One day, he walked into an alley where he found a dying dog. The dog was a huge German Shepherd, but it was weak and quickly dying, its breath coming in short gasps. Without hesitating, Alphonse sank his fangs into the side of the dog's neck, severing the jugular vein. The dog, being so weak, didn't even struggle as the light left its eyes and its blood spilled over Alphonse's paws. Just then, a group of cats came by the alley and saw Alphonse standing over the body of a dead dog, its blood over his mouth and staining his paws. The group of cats' eyes widened in horror and shock, as they thought Alphonse had killed the dog. Since then, all the cats of the streets started calling him "Dogslayer Al", believing that he had killed the dog in a fight. Of course, no one knew that the dog was already weak and dying. (I mean NO ONE knows ok?)
With his new powerful nickname, Alphonse continues to roam the streets, and he hopes to form a gang much stronger than his father's. His father was too weak and soft...but Alphonse was different.
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