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Post by gigithebear on Jan 7, 2018 11:21:20 GMT -5
Barrow | Tom | 24 Moons | Rogue | Theify Barrow is ashy gray cat, the color being lighter around his face and tail. His eyes are a deep amber, them being the first things his prey see before their death. Barrow is one of the largest cats you'll ever meet, possibly being a Maine Coon. Despite his large size, he's much more peaceful than anyone might think, choosing stealth over power. He can though, still brute force through anything if he needs too. Barrow loves kits in all forms, his firm belief that the next generation is much more important than the current one. He has a tendency too look more towards the future, rather than focus on the present. He's very dismissive, convinced whatever someone is feeling at the moment will pass, and is very distant with his own feelings. Barrow is strategic, cunning, kind, powerful, and ignorant. He cares more about how the group will survive, rather than if they actually are.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2018 21:49:19 GMT -5
Frey | Tom | 31 moons | Rogue | Thiefy Frey is a large muscular tom with a thick long beige and white pelt with faint tabby markings. He has a large white muzzle with narrow dark green eyes and tall, sharply pointed ears. His tail is somewhat ragged looking and shorter, as if half of it is missing. He has long stocky legs end with large white paws. Frey tends to keep to himself simply out of habit which combined with his love for climbing...well...just about anything, he's often found up high in a tree thinking on his own, or hiding. He both sucks at and despises hunting, and is always itching for a fight it seems. He doesn't have a short-temper though and he's kinder than he looks. He has a keen memory and has the intelligence, cleverness and decisive mind of a good leader but he has no interest in leading or commanding other cats.
Salmon / Salmonkit | She-cat | 4 moons | Kit | Thiefy She is very tiny for her age, with a thin frame and sleek short fur that doesn't help make her look any bigger. She has a calico pelt, patched with white, ginger and black. Her eyes are a bright pale green colour. She's very skittish and shy, especially since she was stolen from her Clan, and tries to hide in the nursery from the rogue cats. She doesn't complain or mewl about it, knowing better that she should keep quiet. She's clever and intuitive for her age and not as energetic or playful as other kits. She was stolen and brought to the DarkBlood cats by Frey.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2018 23:29:32 GMT -5
(I'll get all of you up tomorrow morning and start rping again. I'll be slightly off and on though bc i still have a lot to deal with irl.
Thank you for your patience.)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2018 12:40:43 GMT -5
(All Updated! Everyone may now rp.)
As they began to cross the gully Dark paused, sniffing the air to make sure it was clear around. Nothing but the calls of birds and the water below made any sound, and only the usual scents of trees and water filled her nostrils. Bones sniffed as well, but smelled something different. "I think there was a fox around here. Though not recently." she mumbled.
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Grimm was back at the camp, pacing angrily across the flat stone in camp. He was agitated and restless, pausing frequently to huff at nothing. His broad shoulders were hunched and his tail lashed. His paws itched to be doing something but he couldn't leave on Dark's order. He began griping to himself, "No good... what in... lazy...... mousebrained.... can't..." With a dramatic sigh his ran ended and he flopped dramatically on the ground, stirring up dust.
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Post by c o u r a g e on Jan 8, 2018 13:13:25 GMT -5
Maple eyed Grimm's movements with annoyance and sat up abruptly, presuming to lick her outstretched paw. Can't there be a moments peace in camp? Walking over to the tom with her tail dragging, she sat down and gazed at him curiously. "Grimm." She mewed, "What is your complaining about?" Lashing her tail, she added, "if you can't keep your fox trap shut, I'll have to shut it for you!" Her fur bristled along her spine as she resumed her grooming.
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Thistle relished the lazy sun, flattening himself out on a boulder in the forest where little sunshine reached. He flicked his ear, Its nice to be alone once in a while, especially away from camp... from time to time. Purring to himself, he slipped off the rock and stretched before trotting off briskly to pick up where he had buried his prey.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2018 13:18:06 GMT -5
Grimm spat angrily at the she-cat, "Mind your own fluffing business!!" his fur bristled back, but he kept his claws sheathed and his eyes weren't narrowed, even though his ears flattened against his head. He was irritable, but not yet provoked. He didn't feel like engaging Maple anyway. Even if he was bored out of his mind, he knew it was better to not start a fight. He sighed again and began grooming the dust off of himself.
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Post by c o u r a g e on Jan 8, 2018 13:37:44 GMT -5
Maple sheathed her claws, sitting down expectantly across from Grimm in a non-intimidating stance. "My fluffing business? I suppose I could, but what fun would that be?" Her whiskers twitched, "Be quiet and keep it to yourself in the future. No cat wants to hear you complain every time you get your tail in a knot." Maple drew herself up on her paws and took a longing glance at where she had been before all of this and trotted off without another word.
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Post by c o u r a g e on Jan 8, 2018 15:17:13 GMT -5
I have Thistle open! Silverwind ))
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Post by c o u r a g e on Jan 8, 2018 15:51:11 GMT -5
Cool, do you want to post a starter? ))
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Post by ꮯꮋꮻꮯꮻꮮꭺꭲꭼ • ꮯꭹꭺ🇳ꮖꭰꭼ on Jan 8, 2018 15:53:23 GMT -5
(Is there anyone I can throw Crow at? cx)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2018 15:59:04 GMT -5
(Oops I poofed.)
Grimm leered at Maple as she stalked off. Just who does she think she is? He thought bitterly. He was the leader's brother. Shouldn't that get him a lick of respect around here? After all half of them wouldn't be here had he not helped. He scanned the clearing again and the gears slowly turned in his head. If some of the others were on a patrol to mark the new borders, what could they be doing? Hunting patrol? But he couldn't leave camp. And no one might listen to him even if he did order it. The rogues were still too independent to be reliable for anything yet probably.
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Post by dαιѕy on Jan 8, 2018 16:35:14 GMT -5
Sybil | Female | 8 Moons | Apprentice | Theify Sybil is a long legged, lithe she-cat with a dark beige colored pelt. Her physique is decorated with soft brown, large patches and she has soft, hazel colored eyes. Her chest, underbelly, and paws are a white color and she has long, translucent whiskers. Sybil is extremely attentive and is a swift learner. She absolutely adores going on adventures and is extremely curious which often leads to trouble. She has a hunger for knowledge and is very loud and opinionated and does not seem to know when it's appropriate to be quiet.
Lex | Male | 8 Moons | Apprentice | Theify Lex is a large, dark brown tabby tom with white paws. He has dark, amber eyes and a very stocky frame. Bramblethorn has very intimidating looks but is a rather kind tom. He enjoys hanging out by himself and tends to get lost in thought quiet often. He is an extremely intelligent individual and is always looking for different ways to extend his knowledge. When approached, this tom may seem rather scary but he is quite soft and sweet.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2018 17:03:26 GMT -5
Frey padded over to the nursery carrying a small mouse with him in his jaws. He had some trouble getting through the entrance due to his large size and his fur snagging on the walls. Once inside he carried the mouse to where Salmonkit cowered in the back of the cave. She was woken up by his entrance and stared up at him fearfully, pressing herself back against the back wall of the den. "You should eat and gain some weight, you're tiny. You are old enough to eat prey now aren't you?" Frey asked to no response from the little kit, so he just dropped the mouse in front of her and left the den.
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Post by Maplestone360 on Jan 8, 2018 17:34:11 GMT -5
(I have my two characters open! Anyone want to rp?)
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Post by ꮯꮋꮻꮯꮻꮮꭺꭲꭼ • ꮯꭹꭺ🇳ꮖꭰꭼ on Jan 8, 2018 17:52:55 GMT -5
(I have my two characters open! Anyone want to rp?) [Sure! :3 I have Crow open.]
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Post by Maplestone360 on Jan 8, 2018 17:58:04 GMT -5
(Cool! I can roleplay once I finish my homework.)
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Post by ꮯꮋꮻꮯꮻꮮꭺꭲꭼ • ꮯꭹꭺ🇳ꮖꭰꭼ on Jan 8, 2018 18:00:18 GMT -5
[LOL. All too relatable.]
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Post by ͐T͐͐ᴡ͐͐ɪ͐͐ɪ͐ᴀ͐ on Jan 8, 2018 22:02:23 GMT -5
|| Anyone open for roleplay? Also should I change my character's name? Seems like someone joined with the same name before me, and I have not noticed for some reason ||
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2018 0:00:08 GMT -5
Hazel | Female | 8 Moons | Apprentice | Theify Hazel is a long legged, lithe she-cat with a dark beige colored pelt. Her physique is decorated with soft brown, large patches and she has soft, hazel colored eyes. Her chest, underbelly, and paws are a white color and she has long, translucent whiskers. Hazel is extremely attentive and is a swift learner. She absolutely adores going on adventures and is extremely curious which often leads to trouble. She has a hunger for knowledge and is very loud and opinionated and does not seem to know when it's appropriate to be quiet. Lex | Male | 8 Moons | Apprentice | Theify Lex is a large, dark brown tabby tom with white paws. He has dark, amber eyes and a very stocky frame. Bramblethorn has very intimidating looks but is a rather kind tom. He enjoys hanging out by himself and tends to get lost in thought quiet often. He is an extremely intelligent individual and is always looking for different ways to extend his knowledge. When approached, this tom may seem rather scary but he is quite soft and sweet.
(Sorry the name Hazel is already taken.)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2018 0:01:33 GMT -5
|| Anyone open for roleplay? Also should I change my character's name? Seems like someone joined with the same name before me, and I have not noticed for some reason || (No they joined after you. Unless you two want to talk it out amongst yourselves whos character gets to be Hazel? idk.)
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Post by ͐T͐͐ᴡ͐͐ɪ͐͐ɪ͐ᴀ͐ on Jan 9, 2018 0:03:54 GMT -5
|| Alright then. Anyways, I'm fine with picking out a different name because I don't usually put as much thought into name as personality and other stuff. ||
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Post by dαιѕy on Jan 9, 2018 0:04:03 GMT -5
[ I just realized! o: I'm sorry! let me change it right quick! ]
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2018 0:06:42 GMT -5
(Ok! I'll add tomorrow but you can rp.
Yall have fun without me and dont burn the place down while im gone or anything. its almost midnight and i need this thing... sleep. yeah.)
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Post by c o u r a g e on Jan 9, 2018 0:11:06 GMT -5
Ash was sitting in camp, licking her paws and cleaning her ears. She was in the middle of grooming herself as she considered going out for a hunt. She was beginning to feel peckish and wanted to grab some fresh kill. Once she felt she was clean she stood up and began stretching as she scanned the cleaning tht was camp. Thistle, hunched over into his usual walking stance, carried two sparrows by their tails towards the fresh kill pile. Puffing out his chest in pride, the tom gave his sore paw a quick licking over before scanning the camp for something to do other than hunt, sleep, and chatter like the squirrels with other cats, metaphorically of course. Thistle spotted Ash, causing his fur to bristle along the spine of his back as he stared at the cat. He found himself trotting over to where she stood, purring on the approach. "Ash." Thistle, being the usual cat to be full of himself, stopped beside her and stared up at the sky. "I just brought back two sparrows. Hard to catch." Heaving a sigh, he gestured to her stance. "Where are you going? I don't believe there's much hurry in camp today."
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