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 Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 1:40 pm
oo My name is Mooses Cats. I was LuniLulu but, well. Now I am not.
oo my favorite activity is kitten petting. it pleases me.
oo character development scares the panties off of me
oo i am jank at knowing when to interrupt something, so stay with me
oo i casually observe everything always yet i usually fall behind on plots so.
This is a List of My KittiesOf Nightclan is Pine-eyes
Of Seaclan is no one.
Of Stormclan is Wilypaw
Of Breezeclan is Gingereye
Of Rogueness is Foxkit
Of Starclan is Icemane
Of City or Rural is Colby Jack and Beagle
Adopted:Pine-eyes, Foxkit, and IcemaneCreatedWilypaw, Gingereye, Colby Jack, and BeagleThat means I have no kittypet cat slots left
That means I have 3/5 adoption slots left
That means I have 3/5 creation slots left
No revokes so I have 2/2 revoking slots left this month Next Up: A repetition of cat pictures and words
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 6:18 pm
 ________Unsavory Pine-eyes the Arrogant and Impatient________Male Nightclan WarriorIf you were asked to sum yourself up in two paragraphs or less, what would you say?
I'd say it was impossible because I am a being of vast intellect and my mind is an enigma that would simply take thousands of moons to pick apart and analyze. But that is apparently not a accepted answer, I will 'get on with it', as they say.
Puffed out in a thick coat of gray and white tabby marked fur, I am well equipped to the terrain and weather of Shadowclan (in most cases). If a tree gives out from under me while on a waltz through the swamp, my fur unfortunately will not suddenly lift me from the air and place me safety on dry ground, but bog me down 3 times as so if it had been a short furred cat. I have a rather large build and it is not from chowing down on the fresh kill pile all the time as some have accused me. A scar also runs down my right flank where my mentor got a little overzealous while training. If you haven't guessed my eye color yet, I pity you and your stupidity because it says it in my fox dunging name.
My nose is usually tipped up in a slight of haughty arrogance and I am an awful and undeniable hypocrite. Though I don't know why I described it as undeniable since I am going to deny it now. I am not a hypocrite. Kits are nuisance to me with their constant 'slow dawning realizations' and those too naive to get with the times are also a thorn in my back side. Thus so to couple this impatience, I have a knack of judging a cat before I've even met them. For instance, if you really did not know that my eyes were green before I told you, I would judge you as an unobservant tool and try to avoid coming in contact with you.Tell me more... How was your kithood?Haha, it sucks but I am a half clan cat. My mother was Shatteredfang, a decent, pure Nightclan she-cat and my dad was Darkshadow, this Seaclan tom who was, at that time, a prisoner of Nightclan. But I only know and still only know half of the story, as Hauntedheart, the medicine cat, was raised me instead of Shatteredfang who had died in child birth. Obviously I know now that my mother wasn't the medicine cat and I am keen to find out Shatteredfang for myself.
I knew my father, Darkshadow, but not for long. During my apprenticeship, Cindermoon from my clan murdered my father and in consequence, was exiled. My mentor was Brokensoul, who's brain was a bit too tight for his skull in my opinion, and that caused my apprenticeship to be rather slow. I was a part of the beast attacks during that one gathering (and I was not one of the beasts) and am proud to admit I batted away at least 1 fox during the fight.
Now I am a half-Seaclan warrior of Nightclan with a rather stunningly obvious name.
Social ContactI do not revel in it, but I grudgingly accept my brother, Rainblast, and my sister Envyfeather. Everyone else is currently on hold for my affections.
Da FactsTalks to the forest when stressed and even has named a few trees (though that is a rather secret secret he'd like to keep)
Likes mud in his paws but not on his fur
No apprentice since he was warriorized
14 moons before the revitalization thing. Might be older now.
His eyes are green
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 9:38 pm
Wah  ________Diabolical Wilypaw the Jesting and Sly________Male Stormclan ApprenticeIf you were asked to sum yourself up in two paragraphs or less, what would you say? I'd say instead of talking about me, why don't we talk about you? Does it ever feel like a curse, or even a burden to have such a hideous face that kits run from it and elder's begin prophesying the return of the beasts when they set their eyes on it? It's okay though. All in all, I'm sure you have a nice personality. Tch, fine enough about you. This is supposed to be about me anyway.
Once upon a time, in an era that is only known to the wisest of Starclan cats, I was a rather cute, innocent, little kit, covered with downy fur the color of clouds on a clear day with wisps of gray set upon my nose, tail, and ears. But that time of darkness is over! The new and improved Wilypaw has come into residence of this bodily realm! I guess my markings are still the same, but I haven't had the opportunity to check since I am currently in the rather pleasing situation of being cluttered with an interesting palette of dirt and grime. Completely voluntary of course. I feel an odd sense of peace as I watch cats cringe away as I enter their general vicinity. My eyes are dashing light blue (though fierce lion blue is a way better description) and my build is lithe and weightless. Add that to my beautifully cushioned paws, I promise that none of your beautiful kitty cat dreams will be interrupted as I sabotage your nest.
Haha, you may also refer to me as the insinuator of insults! The practicer of pranks! The director of dire deeds! The- You get the drift. I am a constant prankster, who has been known to slop sap in a nest, sprinkle a little mouse bile on the fresh kill pile, and trip sleep woozy cats leaving the den on an inconspicuous twirl of vine. I'm sly in my pranks to an extent. My reputation has already been tarnished with being caught an innumerable amount of times so I am generally thought of when something goes wrong around camp. Lieing, though perferably called acting, is another one of my fortes, and I make quite a convincing innocent. All in all, the only ones who do not suffer under my reign are the leader, medicine cat, and a few senior warriors.
How was your kithoodI was born to a litter of a lot of kittens. And I mean a lot. I don't know exactly how many I had (I had other genius plots to concoct) but it was more than a few fo' sho'. So I was always competing for milk, attention, anything. Embarrassingly enough, at first I tried being a momma's boy, obeying her every word, never leaving her side, and making sure that everything I did, momma approved of. But if you dare say one word about this I will make you suffer in ways you have never even thought possible.
Time went on for a moon or so, and I was getting aggravated. My siblings would always run away from momma to play, not paying her any mind until they were hungry, and came running back to suckle at her like dirty ticks. Every time, my momma would feed them and nuzzle them, welcoming and treating them the same way she did me as I sat as a loyal sentry by her side.
I soon came to resent this fact, as my siblings began to grow and taunt me. " Wuss! " "Beetle!" "Momma's worm!"
I would constantly tell my mother, asking her to get them to stop and she would just chuckle, looking at something dreamy in the distance and purr, "Oh, Wilykit. It's all in good fun."
After the repeated results, I soon came to realize the impact of those words. "It's all in good fun." An personality changing epiphany came over me, and a smirk--not a loyal purr and smile-- touched my lips. My siblings little hards were going to just burst with the fun I was about to graciously give them.
I broke away from my mother (who seemed not to have minded, which just fueled my cause), and began plotting the demises of my siblings.
The stuff started out simple. I convienently had to go dirt and their little group huddle nest was right there. And as my oblivious siblings padded toward the booby trapped nest, and began getting comfy, I felt wonderful and I could feel my eyes brightening with anticipation for them to notice. All of my kin started murmuring about something warm and an ominous stink rose in the air. Then they started screeching. A whoosh of pure exhilaration clouded and I broke down in laughter, my eyes continuing to light up like stars. Sure a punishment came, but it had been totally worth it.
And thus, I, the one and only, was truly established.
Hated by my siblings and ignored by my mother (and I think dad's in camp somewhere and he's too embarrassed to claim me), I led a life of a rebel.
I was apprenticed, and by my 3ird moon of training, my mentor had retired to the elders den for unknown causes.
Now I have a new mentor, Cinderstreak. He's actually pretty scary OTLSocial ContactHaha, didn't I just mention I was a muddy, vulgar apprentice. No one touches me, and if they do, it probably was an accident. Oh, you mean relationships with others? Dustpaw is a small buddy of mine and we have collaborated in a prank, but other than that, I am sorted into either 'hated' 'disliked' among the masses. Totally cool with it though.Fun FactsHe does actually clean the 'nessesities' because they are a nessesity to clean. But you won't catch him with his leg up because he does it on the lam
Apprenticed to Cinderstreak
9 moons old
He specializes in mental and hygeneic harm- Will never try to physically impair you in anyway
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