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Post by noble. on Aug 13, 2016 0:54:12 GMT -5
I think grey, silver, black or tortoiseshell colors????? idk i don't even remember what i named my kit x----x
jk i remember its estrankit but idk if i like it anymore ._.
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Post by noble. on Aug 13, 2016 0:44:25 GMT -5
hulloooo /waves at everyone i finally just finished all of my characters and their back stories on the 12hr car ride to the hotel we are staying at i'm pretty happy bout that ahhh my cat Sei is my faaaaaaav c:
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Post by noble. on Aug 13, 2016 0:32:00 GMT -5
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Post by noble. on Aug 12, 2016 8:25:50 GMT -5
take your time! i forgot the name of my kit for august so i left that blank until i figure that out :// ]
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Post by noble. on Aug 12, 2016 8:13:02 GMT -5
i reposted my characters and more c: ]
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Post by noble. on Aug 11, 2016 18:39:59 GMT -5
♂ - - { Rookfeather } -- { Warrior } - -
A very skinny, solid black tom, with a pair of soft, pastel orange eyes. His pelt matches pitch darkness, save for his soft pastel eyes, pumpkin orange and somehow invokes the thought of the warm scents of leaf-fall and cooling breezes, all without actually smelling or feeling leaf-fall. Though it is worth mentioning leaf-fall, it is his favorite season, the season of his birth, and looks forward to it as soon as it's over and even still when's it just a moon or two away. Rookfeather was simply raised right, with his brother and sister who have long joined star clan, but his attitude is fixed as the unwanted tricksters they once were. If anything, he is the bad influence other parents criticize and tell their kits not to be. Sadly, they are kinda right- there's no denying Rookfeather's attitude is a very calm, quiet regardless how well you know him, but so cunning and manipulative one would be sorry if he ever preys on to be the next unfortunate victim of some prank. While seeming isolated, Rookfeather is generally open to talk to his clan mates but his conversation is usually short, to the point. Perhaps his parent's and littermates' early deaths could contribute to his self-induced solitude. Rookfeather doesn't exactly like reaching out to others but as once shown with his siblings is intensely loyal and trustworthy to those he hangs onto. Rookfeather both sometimes enjoys being alone, yet hates it, and has an issue with feeling alone but he can't admit it. He is however driven to achieve whatever he sets his mind to and actually does well under pressure - if not for his temper that can arise out of frustration. Rookfeather dislocated leg when he fell out of a tree, and was forced to stay off of it for a while. However, the feeling of being useless and dependent on others pushed him to walk around despite being advised not to. His stubbornness impeded his healing but push through it, secretly taking breaks every now then. Yet, to this day, his leg can still bother him and when it causes him pain there's a slight noticeable limp.
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♀ - - { Milkweed } -- { Warrior } - -
Milkweed’s appearance is quite deceiving, she's not as pitiful as she looks. Her coat making her appear ever so slightly larger then she is cut out to be. However that still doesn't help the cause, cats are still wary when around her, acting as if even the slightest amount of weight applied to her would cause her to shatter to pieces. She is lightly built with a thinning frame. But don't let that fool you, for her muscles are concealed beneath her pelt, emphasized around her slender, short leg. Her eyes are flickering images of the depths of a frozen pond, albicant ice crusting around the swirling depths of celadon. They are vibrant, I mean they're dark, but the spark the she-cat gives to them makes them look alive. She has long charcoal fur that easily flows a little bit past her elbows. Her thick hide cultivates flicks of a lighter grey, most noticeable at the base of her feather-like tail. Milkweed is not much. She is kind of a loner, seemingly shy cat who no one really knows and she would like to keep it that way. It's not so much that she doesn't want others' company, it's that she is... more at peace. She has a kind and amiable heart that shows when she is around those shes close to. Shy and slightly skittish about strangers, she warms up to you after a little while. She is an ambitious and clever cat, and she knows this too. Milkweed is quite a complicated little thing. She has a strong unwillingness to displease anyone, always putting her heart into everything she does. However, her excessive will to please isn't the only thing that influences her action but also her intense fear of making a mistake, which is just apart of the reason why she doesn't put her heart into anyone. It's as if she feeds off the lavish of praise of others, as if someone's approval of her is dependent on her skills and performance, more the reason why she fears making a mistakes. She can grow to become defensive and irritable without any proximate cause but that's on rare cases. Most of the time she is off on her own, drinking in the stars that she has concluded look lonely too.
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♀ - - { Ebbepaw} -- { Kit } - -
Ebbepaw is slightly small in size for her age, with a slightly less-than-average length. She is very active, however, and takes after her mother and father's side with a body that promises strength in later years. Thick, medium-length fur coats her lithe build and lean legs. Her tail is longer than most cats', broad at the base, slimming down toward the tip. Her coat is a rich, even shade, and glints a slight blue color in the sun. Everything about her is dark: fur, ears, whiskers, and nose, all except for the lighter speckles that mark her chest. Matched with the silky feel and dense weight of the fur, every step creates a ripple of color along her pelt. Her ears are large, and well cute, constantly flickering as she tries to take in everything going on around her for she is a very observant cat. She is a generally happy cat - though she is rarely seen with a smile, when she does her smile truly lights up her entire face. From her father's father she inherited large, blue eyes. Ebbepaw has a very high amount of energy to burn off and seems to never be tired. You might find yourself thinking that this she-cat is only trouble. Witnessing her rebellious acts against other cats. It's obvious she has a fight in her and does not like to be controlled. That also follows her wishes to never take up a mate and is quite determine so I must advise you to never bring up the subject. Especially that it is a she-cat's duty to help make the clan by providing kits. She will go into a whole rage on it. Ebbepaw is not one to acknowledge her feminineness and sometimes acts as if she is not a queen at all but rather a brute. You might even mistake her for one, if it wasn't for her soft chime like voice. Each word that passes her lips rolls off her tongue smoothly, not being able to speak anything but eloquently.
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♀ - - { Alou } -- { Loner } - -
Alou is one of those cats, nothing too different from the rest. With tortoiseshells you get different hues of merle, black, red, white. With tabbies, you still have variety. With Alouette you have beige and a light cream. In a way, it could be a blessing. Just simply and nothing too complicated But for her, for her breed, it's just a curse. There's no variations, she's just like her brothers and sisters. The only thing that slightly separates her from the lines is her large almond-shaped eyes are an alluring emerald, and her size is small, much smaller. The life of a stray has deemed her stout and thin. Sure, small muscles create nice curves for her body, but when set next to the average sized cat, she's more then a couple inches under the cut, and a whole lot more then a few pounds below what she should be. With that being said she is automatically not fit to be solider, it's hard enough not to be knocked down by a gust of wind let alone a blow from a cat. Alou is somewhat of an intriguing creature, and truly brave. She's not adventurous, but when confronted with danger or a vicious brute of some sort, she can find her way out, and isn't afraid to stick up for herself. She isn't fierce or unkind, but she isn't a push over either. When it comes to any emotions, she is oblivious. She couldn't tell you what she's feeling, only that she is angry, happy, or sad. The basics. That's as far as her knowledge of emotions go. She doesn't understand love, but she's heard of it. She doesn't understand pure hatred, but she has felt it. Alou has locked her heart and emotions in a place she can't seem to find, and she doesn't really want to find it either, or most of the time at least. So for the most part, Alou is a statue-face fae. Even for her small size, this can be slightly intimidating; she's scared off several possible friends before with this feature. Even if it hurts her, she just moves on. She can be protective. Several times she's stood up for a strange stray, and though the outcome may not have been good, she still gave it all she's worth just to help them.
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