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 Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 1:44 pm
 Starts: Now Ends: Feb 5th 15, Noon est
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 1:47 pm
Rules:
Follow ToWD's Rules as well as Gaia's Rules and ToS.
These Kittens will be raised to be loyal to Cocklebur.
There's no real naming theme for these kittens, but please keep it within the shop's naming guidelines.
Rp is not required, but Aurrie and I would like to see you around. ^^
Most of all, have fun. ^^
More will be added as seen fit.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 1:56 pm
Meet the FamilyMother: Feverfew  She is the passive aggressive sort and will do what it takes to get her way any way she can. Of course she does have a soft spot for the young ones and a strong maternal instinct, but she has yet to have kittens herself. It isn't that she hasn't tried. She just can't seem to get pregnant. It tends to make her sad, but mostly angry. She cares about the warren, the youngsters, and does what she can to help out, but she feels looked over. (Ain't she surprised at this turn of events!) Father: Talltale  Talltale ain't a very big 'doer' but when something needs doing he will put his back into it. Most the time he's a lazy buck who enjoys laying in the sun and telling stories. Most of them are made up , feats that he did in place of the great lapin hero. A hoax he might have been in his takes, but you can't say they aren't entertaining. Eldest Sister: Fox (Owner: Roserain)  Second Eldest Sister: Silvertip (Owner: Aurrie)  Second Brother: Bloodroot (Owner: BlackPidgeot)  Youngest Bother: Bleeding Heart (Owner: Kesmi) 
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 2:27 pm
Kittens up for grabsThe Female  The Male 
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 2:29 pm
Prompts/Form(s)Prompt(s) Prompt 1: You've been born in a rough time in Watership Down's history. Bracken or Cocklebur? Your mother and father have sided with the owsla Captain as the rightful chief and you and your many siblings have been swept into this dangerous civil war. You survived the rough winter thus far and your mother is stern, yet not cruel. She has high expectations for you and your brothers and sisters. How do you feel about all this? Do you even really understand what is going on? Do you believe all the things your mother and father tell you? They really do have your best interest at heart! Form
[b]Kitten Entering For:[/b](Female/Male)
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Meaning:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Goals/Plots:[/b]
[b]Entry:[/b]
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 2:29 pm
And one extra just in case. xD
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 1:09 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 3:51 pm
Kitten Entering For: Female
Name: Asphodel
Meaning: It's a type of flower
Personality: HEY. HEY. What are you doing? What, seriously? Vrair, that's boring! Come on, we're going on an adventure instead! FINE. I'll go be awesome without you! A lot of her daddy's stories have gone to Azzy's head. Unfortunately, she believes every last one of them. Yes, even the one where he totally fought off a pfeffa all on his own (Azzy may or may not be making up her own stories about her father at this point..). Are you calling her daddy a liar? If you are, she will TOTALLY take you on.
The only thing bigger than Azzy's ego is the gravity field generated by it. By itself, it's probably big enough to pull a few choice planets off course too or at least other kittens. She loves to think of herself as a ringleader. In some ways, she's very well suited t the role. She's got bags and bags of charisma, energy, and the utter confidence to pull of schemes. She's just lacking one thing:
The ability to focus for more than a few minutes at a time. No, you know what? Even the ability to stay in one place for five minutes would be useful. She can't even manage that. She gets bored extremely easily and, look! While everyone else is talking, there's this huge great big world right over there to explore! While everyone else is busy trying to plan, she's already out there. And she's there to kick butt or at least eat silflay.
And she's all out of silflay.
Ok, so she admits that the words need work, but she's not so good at all this thinky stuff. She'll leave that up to someone else (someone who is probably busy being boooorriiiiiiing). Besides, any moment she spends trying to think up witty one-liners is a moment in which she's not doing something exciting! And what's the point of that?
Social skills also aren't up on her list of Things To Do. She's rather blunt and very straightforward. Unlike her mum, she doesn't have any interest in having kittens. Ever. EWWW BOYS ARE ICKY. She's off being awesome, thank you very much. Leave all that boy stuff up to someone else, gross.
Goals/Plots: 'I'm gonna be the best fighter ever! You all are going to be like 'WOAH. Who was that blur of awesome over there?' That's right. It's gonna be ME!'
She doesn't really understand what is going on currently. Come on, she's just a baby. She can barely understand her own feet. As she grows up, she'll idolize Cockleburr more than a little bit since her parents support him so much. There's definitely a bit of hero worship going on. Mostly, her goal is to be herself as hard as possible. Be a leader. She wants to see this big ol' dangerous world and spit right in its face.
Entry:
This was it. This was the moment Asphodel had been waiting for all her young life. The young kitten wriggled closer to the bit of daylight she could see just at the mouth of the burrow. So far, her mother hadn't seen her sneaking up so please, oh please, maybe she'd get out this time. She heard her parents talking. Owsla and civil war and a... a... frillion other things that the young kitten couldn't understand. Or at least more than one thing, anyway, which was the highest number that Asphodel could currently count to.
Something about fighting? Now that got her attention. The gray kitten froze and listened intently. Words and meaningless syllables went over her head, but she understood one thing: her daddy was a hero! He was going to save the entire warren all by himself! Well... not entirely by himself, her mind added.
Cockleburr could help too. But only as a helper! And only because he was so amazing, like Mommy said. He was supposed to be the chief or something and blah blah blah, Azzy's mind was wandering again. It never could stay in one place for very long. Frith, but it was amazing it managed to stay in her head at all.
Now that the moment of interest passed (her parents murmurs turned from 'fighting' to 'poli-stuff'), Azzy's attention refocused itself on the mouth of the burrow. There was a big world just out there, simply waiting for her. She grinned. And there was absolutely no way it was ready for her amount of awesome. Bursting into movement, she made a mad dash for the entrance, only to be stopped by her mother. The doe immediately grabbed her daughter and hauled her back into the warm safety of the burrow, muttering about how Azzy was going to get herself killed one day and that she better not come crying to Feverfew about it and blah blah blah... again, Azzy stopped paying attention at that point.
She was too busy whining.
“But, Marliiiii! I want to go ouuuuuut! It's going to be so sweet! I'm going to be all kicking everyone in the face and winning and then we'll have flayrah!” the kitten squealed, trying to make herself heard over her mother's very reasonable objections. Azzy kicked and struggled for a moment before she realized it was pointless.
Fine.
She'd try again tomorrow. Surely her mother would have forgotten by then, right? It was like forever from now!
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2013 10:03 pm
Kitten Entering For: Male
Name: Jimber
Meaning: A mix of timber and jacaklope. Dunno, the colors remind me of the two!
Personality: Jimber's rebellious, liberal, steadfast and disloyal. He only really cares about himself most of the time. He's lazy, a bit of a bully and he disrespects even the owsla and the chief. He feels as a kitten its his parent's fault there's no food and he resorts to theft from others. In short, a bad seed.
Goals/Plots:
-Perhaps being exiled from the warren
-Being called to work with the owsla multiple times in an attempt to fix him
-Argument with his father about how he taught him to lie (based on talltale's stories)
-Be a martyr in his own mind
Entry:
Jimber was a bit tired of all this talk. He had been stuck in this warren for days on end and he really was tired of all the blabber between the females in the warmer burrow, where many of the does sat to gossip and keep their babies sheltered from freedom.
While he drank from his mother, a bit too young to be without her milk, he listened to them prattle on and on. Their banter bored him but he had nothing else to do, cooped up in this dry den. He doubted he could wander off twice so he made sure to n** now and then, defiant even as a little one.
His mother had used small words explaining it to him and he was still deeply perplexed. Cocklebur was the captain of owsla, the most dynamic group in this tired old warren he had only known for a month or so now. Why should he be the chief? The chief here seemed okay, like a decent sort, but he was unsure why his mother and father said he was in the wrong with some of his decisions. Everything was black and white to this little guy.
He decided for now that it was a story his dad made up and everyone was sort of playing along. He'd play along too, as to not hurt his daddy's feelings.
All these thoughts were fleeting and only lasted about a moment or two. Then the little buck gave a loud squeak, turning and biting his sister with his developing little teeth, fighting for her teet. It had more milk coming out of it.
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