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 Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 5:42 pm
iZann @Sylvaky: That is a friggin awesome picture biggrin Why thank you...took me a whole like half hour to find it. I've seen it before but I didn't save it...took me so long to find it razz
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 5:43 pm
Accepted <3 The part about kittans loving him for no reason is a bit much, but otherwise great! :3 Lol I almost quoted "Flint" instead of you xD" Accepted! 8D You can start posting. ;3 XxPreussischePrinzessinxX Oh my! I can see why :3 You should have a talk with Anachron sometime, she speaks somewhat German I believe. :0
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Winged Timberwolf Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 5:51 pm
 . : About Me : . My name is Jewelle.
I'm a proud member of no clan. I'm a city cat, don't ya know, hun?.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 18 moons (27 moons after timeskip) .
I'm a city cat.
My kin include no one, darling, and quite frankly, no one needs to know.... . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
~Fame
~Toms with fame (no matter how ugly you are, sugar...)
~Wooing unsuspecting toms with my charms (but only if you've got fame, darling...)
~Making all the other she-cats jealous (seems you just don't have that same spark!)
My least favorite things...
~Any she-cat competition (ugly nobodies...)
~Weak toms (No fame, no game, hun...)
~Getting my pelt dirty
And, my fears.
~Aging
~Getting ugly
~Not being famous
~Being replaced by an ugly nobody
~Having kits
. : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I like fame, darling, it's what keeps me alive. Some people call me snobbish, but I can't help that I'm better than everyone else! I love it when other ugly nobodies get jealous of me, since they know they can't ever be as great as me. But anyway, darling, I care immensly about my appearance, seeing as that's the only thing people see. Especially you famous tomcats out there who are looking for dainty thing like me to hang on their tail, but only if you have fame. The real reason I want you is simply to become famous! But of course, being the manipulitive, beautiful cat that I am, I can easily pull you into my grasp. Don't worry, hun, I won't hurt you too bad. Just as long as you give me the fame I need, you'll be fine. I'm smooth-talking, seductive, and sneaky, and have both high taste and high matenaince needs. You had better do what I ask, otherwise I get very pouty and throw a temper-tantrum.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I'm not gonna lie, sugar. I'm absolutely, drop-dead gorgeous. I have long, slim limbs, including an abnormally long tail. My pelt is a rich, deep golden-brown, with black spots gracing it everywhere. My face has high-cheekbones, and is overall angular in shape, with big ears to better hear your secrets with. My eyes are a dazzling emerald green that stops toms dead in their tracks. I don't really need my blinding white teeth or my short, curved claws, but if I did, I would most certainly beat you with them. I have a rich, sensual voice, that sounds like little bells when I giggle. So to sum up, darling, I'm an angel.
My history, don't go poking around!
I don't really like to talk about it, but I suppose I'll tell you. I was born to a single mother, the oldest of three kits. My father ran off after he realized that she had us, and he didn't even say goodbye. She was overcome with grief, and to top it all off, our rich twoleg kicked us out once we were born. So we were reduced to eating crowfood and disease-ridden rats just to survive. This all took a terrible toll on my mother, who resorted to bad habits to try and take away the pain. She would come back to the shack dazed and confused, and when my siblings and I tried to comfort her, she would hiss at us that we would end up like nothing, just like her. She eventually died in an angry fit when she fell into a storm drain and broke her neck. My siblings and I parted, and ever since then, I have roamed the city trying to gain fame and thus prove my mother wrong.
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 6:22 pm
 . : About Me : . My name is Alphonse "Dogslayer Al".
I'm a proud member of none. I roam the streets of the city..
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm 24 moons (2 years) [no time skip].
I'm a city cat.
My kin include None. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
▶ Power and control
▶ Obedience from subordinates
▶ Getting the proper respect he deserves
▶ Faithful and loyal subordinates
▶ Beating other cats senseless to get the submission (or getting subordinates to beat the cat senseless)
▶ Scrap meat from butcher shops
My least favorite things...
▶ Disobedience from subordinates
▶ Insubordination
▶ Failures
And, my fears.
▶ Losing his control over his gang
▶ Growing old
(He doesn't fear much) . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Alphonse is a cool and collected tom, staying calm in any situation and rarely, if ever, raises his voice. On the exterior, he seems like a polite gentletom, with a smooth way of talking and good manners. Inside, however, he is cold hearted and sadistic, and will quickly kill any cat who disobeys him without so much as a blink of an eye. He will even torture and slowly kill disobeying or enemy cats just to show what would happen if someone was to go against him. Maliciously cunning and handsome, not to mention a smart and quick thinking mind, Alphonse always has little trouble manipulating others to do his bidding for him using his polite and sweet way of talking. He can make you believe a rat was a dog if he wanted, and to anyone who is his subordinate, failure is not an option. His eyes never show any form of emotion, only an ice cold gaze that sends shivers down your spine, so cats never know what he is thinking.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Alphonse is a handsome spotted brown tabby, with emerald eyes that seem to pierce straight through your soul when you speak. He is a large tom with broad and well muscled shoulders, as well as a tall and imposing stature. He has long whiskers that make him seem very regal, and these long whiskers help him sense if anyone is trying to approach him without being found out. He has a smooth, deep low tenor voice that sounds husky and mysterious.
My history, don't go poking around!
Alphonse's died when he was very young, not long after he was weaned so he has no memory of his mother. As a kit, he thrived in the tough city streets with his brother and sister, while his father took care of all of them. His father was the leader of a gang himself, so Alphonse and his siblings were brought up in the harsh ways of street life. He learnt to fight for his food at a young age, and to forage among twoleg garbage for anything edible. Enemy cats often came to attack, to take over their territory, so from a young age Alphonse had been accustomed to deadly gang fights. The sick, old and injured were often left to fend for themselves, as there was no one to take care of them.
As time passed, Alphonse began to grow up into a fine tom just like his father. His brother had been killed earlier on in a gang fight, and his sister died from sickness after eating a rat. Every cat was expecting him to take over soon as his father was getting old. That was, until one stormy night, Alphonse got into a heated argument with his father. His father wanted to disband the gang, each cat going their own separate way, as he was getting tired of life in the streets and wanted to live out the rest of his life with the luxury of a twoleg, to live as a kittypet. Alphonse, young and ambitious, wanted to make the gang stronger than ever. His father claimed that he had seen enough bloodshed, and after a while, father and son began to fight. It was a tough match, both toms were strong and well built, but eventually Alphonse's better stamina and faster reflexes thanks to his young age gave him the upper paw. He clamped his jaws around his father's throat and without even a blink of his eyes, he tore his father's throat out and watched coldly as the life left his eyes. Seeing how Alphonse had murdered his own father in cold blood, the rest of the gang began to grow uneasy, casting troubled glances at each other. Alphonse turned to gaze back at the group, standing tall and regal. All he could see were weak, diseased or old cats, thanks to his father's bad leadership. Such cats would only be a burden to him...they were nothing but garbage, and would only get in his way. "Leave. You weaklings are of no use to me." he said, watching as the gang scurried away from this scary young tom.
Alphonse lived a few moons by himself, wandering the alleys and killing anyone who tried to attack him. Soon, the name of "Alphonse" began to grow, and any cat in the streets were careful to stay away from him and his deadly claws. One day, he walked into an alley where he found a dying dog. The dog was a huge German Shepherd, but it was weak and quickly dying, its breath coming in short gasps. Without hesitating, Alphonse sank his fangs into the side of the dog's neck, severing the jugular vein. The dog, being so weak, didn't even struggle as the light left its eyes and its blood spilled over Alphonse's paws. Just then, a group of cats came by the alley and saw Alphonse standing over the body of a dead dog, its blood over his mouth and staining his paws. The group of cats' eyes widened in horror and shock, as they thought Alphonse had killed the dog. Since then, all the cats of the streets started calling him "Dogslayer Al", believing that he had killed the dog in a fight. Of course, no one knew that the dog was already weak and dying. (I mean NO ONE knows ok?)
With his new powerful nickname, Alphonse continues to roam the streets, and he hopes to form a gang much stronger than his father's. His father was too weak and soft...but Alphonse was different.
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 6:28 pm
. : About Me : . My name is Evangelyn. (My friends call me Eve, Angel, or Lyn. You can call me whatevah you like, shugah!)
I'm a proud member of the urban cats.
I'm a she-cat, sweetie!
I'm 11 moons (but I act so mature, only I know that! ~<3).
I'm a gardener, guardian, and loyal friend!.
My kin include ...I don't rightly know!. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
❥ Tending to my plants
❥ Newcomers ~<3
❥ Friends
❥ Spending time with friends
❥ The sky!
❥ Kittens...and elders! Heck, everybody! :'D
❥ My twoleg
❥ The smell right before 'n after it rains
❥ Sweets- specifically shuga, cinammon, and honey ones!
❥ Birds!
❥ Anythin with a kind heart and open mind!
My least favorite things...
✗ Bugs in my garden
✗ Plant sicknessess :c
✗ Mean ol cats
✗ City cats...
✗ Death
✗ Sadness
And, my fears.
☠ Fire!
☠ Nightmares (I sho do hate 'em!)
☠ Fiery nightmares
☠ Warp! Stuck up ol' hollyhacker! . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I'm a right ol' sweetheart, I am! I absolutely ah-DORE kittens, and wrinkly old cats make me purr! There's nothin' I love more on a hot summah day than seein' that my garden is full and flourishin'! My twoleg is a gardener, too, but I do most of the work, mind you! I tend to get excited easily and can be quite the gabber, but I am as loyal as they come and bein' my friend means nothin' but happiness for you! I couldn't hurt a fly, really, but I'd defend a friend in a fight, though I tend to avoid cats who have a tendency to fight. If you ever need a safe refuge, my home is your home. Home, home, sweet ol' home! My momma once said that I was sweeter than honey made by the sweetest bees! <3
It's what I am, like it or not.
I sho am as white as fresh snow on a chilly winter day! But to many cats I give more warmth than the sun's vibrant rays. My eyes are a debatable yellow-green and tend to switch between two colors almost as if they can't decide on which color ta choose! I'm plump but not too fat, and slender but not too skinny. My paws are small and dainty, and my tail is long. My coat is sleek but furry, and my claws are stubby yet sharp. All in all, I'm an average ol' gal, and though I enjoy a good washing or two every day, I don't bother with my looks one bit.
My history, don't go poking around!
There ain't that much to tell, shuga! I was born as any ol' house cat was to a mother whom I only knew for the first few days o' my life. I can't rightly remember what she looked like or her name, but she was a sheer white one, just like me. I was taken' from my litter when I was only a few days old, but that don' bother me one bit. I have a feelin' my family is safe and sound, and I was given a great life in exchange!
My twoleg is a sweet ol' woman (who is probably in her early 60's). She ain't like normal twolegs who leave every mornin' in their monsters and return in the evening; she stays home all day long with me! (She's retired). We both like to work in our garden that was just starting to grow strong when I was a wee kitten. 11 moons later and it's bloomin' prouder'n a bear who just caught himself a salmon bigger'n his chest!
My twoleg treats me with love but don't spoil me none. I get milk only after a good week's worth 'o work. Me 'n my twoleg love ta cuddle after the sun sets and watch her glowy-box. Sometimes she don makes it show birdies that I like to swat at, but they're hidden behind an invisible wall whenever I try an' get 'em! My twoleg also likes ta make things in her hot box (oven) and feeds me treats a lot. I love cinammon and honey, and when I'm loopy on catnip, it sho makes her laugh!
My house is welcome to all types a cats. My twoleg lets any cat needin' a warm, safe place to rest come into our ol' shed! I'm the only one who gets ta come inside though. Our garden is in a bigger see-through nest (greenhouse) so that no cat can bother it, but I like showin' cats around sometimes through my secret entryway! Since I don't hunt none, my twoleg appreciates if you help depopulate our rodent friends...I don' like ta watch though. Killin' the animal myself just don' suit me, but I sho like it when my human hands me some cooked meat for dinnah!
If you ever need anythin', shuga, just come right on ta me! I'll make sure you get what ya need.
As for my disliking of that rascal named Warp, I generally dislike him for his bloated head and bossy ways. Ain't got no grudge against him, now, don't get me wrong (I don't even go huntin', I just like to pester the birds a bit), but I declined his offer for me to "join his cause", or some raddyshank or another. He don scratch me the wrong way, so I tend to keep out of his hair. Them two big fellers that follow him around are dumber than mud in a pigsty, but they're easy to fool and I like teasin' em. They can't do none to me since I've helped em out more 'n once. Since I'm older than Warpy, I tend to like to use my age as a figurative scolding device. Treat your elders right, whippersnapper! Hah! Elders tickle my funnybone, they do...
WELL it was nice meetin' ya, and I hope I see ya around sometime! If you evah need a nice warm plate 'o milk, drop right on by- but make sho it's on the right day. My twoleg only has limited supplies y'know! Bye now! Happy travels!
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 6:35 pm
XxPreussischePrinzessinxX Alll accepted! Sounds like a dazzler D; <3 Accepted! You drama llama you ;n;
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Winged Timberwolf Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 6:37 pm
What? The nickname? XD I decided to make the profile now cuz I won't be able to sleep anyway...looks like another all nighter, woot! *grabs coffee*
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 6:47 pm
I love the picture.
It's adorable ^^
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ll oceanic_shimmer ll Crew
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 6:52 pm
You is a cheater D; Yay, I'm not alone! All nighters all the way! ;D I vote rping as our kittypets all night XP
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 6:53 pm
I'm so glad I could start this trend of making perma, kittypets, when I gave my idea to Timber, I never expected it to shoot off so well. Q.Q
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 6:54 pm
. : About Me : .Our names are Rauch and Kojote.
We are proud members of no Clan, whatever that is. We roam the city.
We are toms, I should know.
We're fourteen months old [twenty-two months post-time skip].
We're wandering the streets of the City..
My kin include Rauch, and Rauch's kin includes me... : A Little Bit More : .Our favorite things!
Rauch:
~ Kojote <33
~ Eating
~ Running around
~ Eating sweet things from the rubbish bins [candy! :D ]
Kojote:
~Rauch
~Eating
~Killing rats
~Fighting
~Fooling silly she-cats
~Catnip
Our least favorite things...
Rauch:
- The rain
- The cold
- Anyone who dares to attack Kojote
- Housefolk monsters
- Questionable substances
- Being mistaken for Kojote
- Other cats
Kojote:
-anyone who dares to hurt Rauch's feelings
-the sun
-the heat
-dogs
-housefolk monsters
-other cats
-being mistaken for Rauch
-many, many other things
And, our fears.
Rauch:
- Dogs
- Being separated from Kojote
Kojote:
-Rauch dying
-Water . : Getting Personal : .We're not going to change, it's who we are.
Rauch and Kojote are quite a devious duo. They have quite a history of tricking others, breaking a few hearts, and many, many other things. Throughout it all, the only one they have truly seen as an equal, or have deemed worthy of their time is each other. They may be identical in appearance, but they are quite different. Kojote is the dominant one in this pairing, always making the desicions. He is independant in thinking, but always takes into consideration that he must protect Rauch, no matter what. He is much more devious, and quite more violent than Rauch also.
Rauch is more of a follower than a leader. He'll let cats push him around often, but he is also quite devious acting. At times though, a bystander can only wonder that if Kojote was gone, if he would act so. He absolutely worships his brother, to a point that if his brother were to tell him to kill someone, he would. He can be a little emotional when cats tell him he shouldn't be so relient on Kojote. Well, he can be a little emotional at any time, really.
It's who we are, like it or not.
Kojote and Rauch are absolutely, down to a 'T', identical. They are dark, very dark brown havanas. They are slim, sleek toms with long legs. Only a few scars are visible on them, around the same areas on either tom. They have long, thin tails that are missing one or two tufts of fur. They keep their fur groomed most of the time. Their eyes are a brilliant yellow. The one and only difference that only a few others know about, mainly one or two cats in Alphonse's gang that they actually speak to, know about, is that Kojote is missing two toes on his right front paw. The two are really hard to tell apart, especially since Kojote likes to keep his right paw off the ground, pointing downward, and Rauch has started to copy that same posture.
Our history. Don't go poking around!
Kojote and Rauch were both born in a city called Dresden in a faraway land [they only know that it was far away since they had to ride the great big blue with humans to get where they are today]. Their names were the only thing that was given to them by their mother. She disappeared very, very soon after their birth. They were brought to an animal control place along with their father, and were suckled by another queen, who died a little after they were two moons old. By then, they knew enough that their father was a complete jerk who wanted nothing to do with them, since it was obvious that their real mother had ran away because of their birth. It was then that Kojote told a very frightened Rauch that the only thing they had in this world was each other. They could only rely on each other.
Soon after they were six months old, they were adopted by a child. On the way to her house, they jumped out the window of the car, making off toward a storage crate. They were accidentally trapped and were driven to a shore near Hamburg, and eventually made it to where they are today. For a while, they have lived in an alleyway, only in the company of themselves.
[Made them a joint profile, since I'll be posting them as so. Hope it's okay! And sorry about there being two pictures. I couldn't find one picture with two havanas in it that actually looked good so for their posting style, I'll probably end up drawing a picture. :3 I'll have fun with them! ^^ These will be my last cats for a long while.
[Yuss, they lived in Germany. What about it? :3 ]
@Prussia: Yeah, I didn't catch that it was German until a month ago while you were still gone. Before that, I always looked at it and was just like: .....really long name, won't even try to pronounce it. xD
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 7:25 pm
Yosafis I'm so glad I could start this trend of making perma, kittypets, when I gave my idea to Timber, I never expected it to shoot off so well. Q.Q Yray! It was an idea in the making, but more of a concept. You gave it finality! I'd actually suggested it to leo once before but it was kinda dropped (we figured the roleplay was active as it was) and we never really went into detail about it...but you reminded me that it was still poshible! I really didn't want to do it without one volunteer at the very least to make a kittypat. QAQ And thank the rest of yous for making them kittypats! City Cats seems to be the most popular of the two tho. :0
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Winged Timberwolf Captain
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Winged Timberwolf Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 7:26 pm
KittySongLUVsJONASBoys I love the picture.
It's adorable ^^ ty ty ;n; When I saw it I was like "OMSC YES <3" xD
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 7:35 pm
Accepted! Great profiles :0
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Winged Timberwolf Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 7:45 pm
Winged Timberwolf Yosafis I'm so glad I could start this trend of making perma, kittypets, when I gave my idea to Timber, I never expected it to shoot off so well. Q.Q Yray! It was an idea in the making, but more of a concept. You gave it finality! I'd actually suggested it to leo once before but it was kinda dropped (we figured the roleplay was active as it was) and we never really went into detail about it...but you reminded me that it was still poshible! I really didn't want to do it without one volunteer at the very least to make a kittypat. QAQ And thank the rest of yous for making them kittypats! City Cats seems to be the most popular of the two tho. :0 Nope, I might make a rough tough Scottish tom around the urban area XD He's owned by some twolegs who come from the north so he speaks with a very thick Scott accent biggrin
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