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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2016 10:58:27 GMT -5
Jump In Rouge rp! Characters: Fox - A dark ginger she-cat with black paws and a white chest and a torn ear. Fox has a fluffy tail with a white tail-tip and has dark green eyes. The she-cat has a long scar on her shoulder after an encounter with a badger. Fox is a sweet, but as well little tempered she-cat that fights with any cat arguing with her. Fox hates being teased by toms and pledged to never love a tom even though she is looking for love. She is just saying that, so she doesn't need any toms mining over her. - Open to have a crush and mate - Bozo -
Lucifer - A stormy cloud colored tom with big Amber eyes that always look angry. His chest is white and his paws are black. His nose is berry pink and he has a scar across his muzzle that reminds every cat that the fox attacked him. He is a bit chubby and has black stripes on his back and behind his legs. He has a stumpy tail. Lucifer is a fierce, disgraceful tom that will stop at anything to gain power from any cat even though it means to kill. He never regrets any choices of attacking or killing any cat or creature. - Open to have a crush and mate - Bozo -
Joining Form: Cat's name - Despriction + Personality - Crush, mate, if not please put Open to have a crush or mate - SN -
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2016 11:02:52 GMT -5
Fox walked around the forest green environment as she stepped on a twig making a snap sound out loud. She was a bit hungry and tired after trying to find her den after a while. She hasn't met any new cats or at least friendly ones unlike Lucifer. She was afraid of the tom knowing that he was roaming around somewhere around. Fox spotted a rabbit and dashe to it. Fox punched on it, but unsuccessfully failed with the rabbit dashing away from her. "Mouse-dung!", hissed the she-cat to herself.
Lucifer scraped his claws around the tree bark angry since his only true love was slain by a fox yesterday. He wanted revenge on that fox taking away his only love that was excepting his kits. They were prepared, he planned to play with them, but that wasn't going to happen ever. The stormy gray tom licked his paws and his fur bristled as he thought of the fox and his mate dying to it as he was hunting for them.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2016 14:56:35 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2016 15:16:11 GMT -5
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