----high rank & cult auditions__

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To audition for a high rank, such as a Matriarch, or for a cult member, fill out a very good bio for your cat.
Reply to this thread with the link to the bio AND an example roleplaying post.

You can type as much or as little as you want for the example post, however the point is for us to see if you understand the plot and concepts correctly.
For brownie points, you can also type what you think KF is currently all about. :]

Remember: If you have a high rank or cult cat, you MUST roleplay at least once a week. Advanced roleplayers are very much preferred over those just starting out.

With that said, post away!

[xkimbawolfx]

• Name: Luciana [ lue-see-aw-nah ]
  
  
• Gender: Female
  
  
• Species: Feline
  
  
• Age : One thousand, five hundred fifty turns [ four years, three months old]
  
  
• Closest breed: Resembles a Javanese in many ways. Like a Javanese, she has wide ears and large eyes, with medium length fur. The only thing that sets her apart is that her forehead does not slope like a Javanese cat's does.
  
  
• Picture URL (if applicable): www.iams.com/iams/en_US/data_root/image/cat_breed/coat_colors/javanese_lg.jpg That picture is just a reference for her build, fur-length, ears, and eyes.
  
• Physical description: With a slim build and long, slender legs, this cat is a swift creature. Her paws aren't the daintiest things, and are used to trek through the thick snow that comes in winter. These paws, which can act as deadly weapons at times, are all black, all four of them. The black gradually fades to white the farther up the leg,which is around where the elbow is located.
  Her inner legs, chest, and belly are tinged a very light, almost white, cream color, as is the smudge that extends from the edge of the top to the middle of the bridge of her muzzle. The back of her neck is lined with dark brown stripes, and the stripes are accompanied by black flecks.
  The long, fluffy tail of Luci's is white, and ringed with black like a raccoon's, and unlike most cats' tails, is normally still, not swishing around.
  The rest of this female cat is white, except for five stripes on each side of her face are a dark, dark red, like the color of dried blood.
  Luciana's are a bit haunting; they're wide and piercing, and it looks pretty much like she's looking through another cat when she looks at them, though she's not. They are a silvery blue color, and though they're unusual, are very pretty, even behind that gaze of hers.
  Also, she has five ugly scars from when she was much younger; four in her throat, and then one on her shoulder.
  
  
• Status: Healthy, but perhaps a bit underweight due to the slim pickings of winter. Is slightly worried about what the Cult's actions might be within the coming days.
  
  
• Rank: Assistant in the Prowlers, but if not that, then just a subordinate.
  
  
• Personality: Not young or old, this cat has seen her fair share of strange thing within Konara Forests, what with the Cult's strange ways of doing things. She doesn't believe in how they do things, and shows it when she sees one of them. Other then then that, she's normally pretty quiet. With all of her experiences in her four years of life, it's made her a hardened shell of what she once was.
  Not many have made her feel happy or needed withing the past turns, and most likely, not many more will be able to penetrate her barrier.
  
  
• History: Within the first few months of her life, this cat was thrown out by her humans because they couldn't care for her anymore. Not long after that, she was nearly killed by a dog, and suffered severe injuries. She would have died, if it weren't for a cat whom she viewed as her mother, until the cat died when Luci was two years of age.
  Luciana has always had a rough, though the few friends in the Prowlers that she has have truly made up for it.
  Honestly, she wouldn't have her life any other way.
  
  

Roleplay example is 221 words.

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One... Two... Three!
The countdown raced through the mind of Luciana as she pounced; her paws landed on the back of a wood mouse. With a single nip to the back of the neck, the mouse was dead. With ears pricked, alert for any signs of danger, the slender cat picked up the limp body and began to dart back through the trees.

As of late, a fox had been scented in the area, and Luciana definitely did not want to meet it.
Running along near the imaginary border they had, an acrid stench washed over her nose, and it took nearly everything she had to not drop the mouse and gag. Laying the mouse atop a flat rock, she took in another whiff of the scent; it was the odor of rotting flesh.
"Not again!" Luci shouted, her eyes narrowed. She already knew what it was; she was near where the Cult had their land. The brain-washers... They actually expected all the colonies to believe all their preaching, when it was THEM who were causing the deaths! At least, that's what the colonies all believed, as of course Luci did.

Hiding the mouse, she quietly slid through the undergrowth, trying to find where the body was. She would definitely tell the others about the next crime the Cult had committed.

[salteh]

• Character's Name: Olivewood
  
  
• Gender: she-cat
  
  
• Age: 37 moons
  
  
• Closest Breed: tabby
  
  
• Picture URL (if you have one): click me and sprite
  
  
• Physical Description : click me
  She is lithe and delicate- just as a medicine cat of the clans would be. She is unusually strong. Muscle ripples powerfully beneath her soft red and orange striped pelt. Her fur is short and silky due to excessive grooming. Her paws are medium-sized and sturdy, supporting her and holding her above the earth. Olivewood's head is triangular, like most cats. Her legs are long and thin, and her tail is the normal length. Her ears stand proudly atop her head to alert her of danger. Her body is mostly well-proportioned. There are scars on her soft belly and a nick in her right ear, which resulted from a badger fight. Though these blemishes don't take away from her appearance, she is quite self-conscious of them. She is an attractive cat, and many toms would be lucky to have her. Her pelt often carries debris- scraps of leaves and moss from the herbs around Sunset Colony's lands. Her fur rumples in sleep, and while awake, she grooms herself to a shine. She doesn't like being wet all too much, but will take a dip in the lake if she absolutely needs to. Her eyes are beautiful, wan olive orbs that glow with emotions. Olivewood's whiskers are short and white, tapering to fine reddish points.
  
  
• Status: Healthy enough, but suffering a little from the weather. She doesn't trust the Cult at all, and would do anything to be rid of them.
  
  
• Rank: Assistant to the Matriarch of the Swimmers
  
  
• Personality: Olivewood is a strong-willed she-cat. She comes from a strong family of she-cats, and is very caring and willing to help. She is calm and gentle, and is wonderful with kits. She is clever and brave, and is fiercely loyal to her Colony. She does have somewhat of a temper, but she tries quite successfully to keep her anger and emotions in check. Her heart has been set on being a mother from the day that she was old enough to explore the territory, though she chose to be a subordinate before settling down. She tries her best to do what is right by her own heart. Olivewood's kindness comes from her self-confidence, and as anyone can see, she is full of it. She is very persistent. She knew most of the herbs by the time she became a a full member, due to her unfailing memory and willingness to learn and be taught. She loves to teach other cats. Olivewood has always shown respect to her elders, and will do whatever it takes to prove her worth. This she-cat is steadfast in her faith of the Starchildren and will not be disheartened by a lack of communication. She feels that the Colonies' behavior toward the Cult is the cause of the Starchildren's disappearance. As of late, she has hidden her belief; she doesn't want to join the Cult and be one of those weirdos. She'll defend her Colony even before her belief, until she can once more live without fear of being banished or branded an idiot. She does not enjoy Colony rivalries by any means, but cannot avoid fighting. She will do what her Matriarch asks of her in an instant, usually without much thought, and cannot turn down anyone in need of help. She cannot harm another cat, no matter how vile or cruel they may be. Unless of course they are trying to steal her Colony's territory.
  
  
• History: Olivewood was born in Sunset Colony to her mother, Seafeather. She was an only kit, and a rambunctious one at that. She grew to love her colony very much, and believes strongly in their way of life. Her pelt was red from birth, with orange tabby stripes, and her eyes have always been olive green. Her parents were the same colors as she was, so she inherited the colors from them. She grew to be a strikingly beautiful she-cat, and became the mate of a handsome red and white tom named Cherrystrike. Her training in the basics of healing, as all kits receive, was uneventful, and by the time she reached the age of thirteen moons, she had been a full member of Sunset Colony for 7 months. When she reached the age of twenty-five, she gave birth to her first daughter, Adder. Adder was a fiery orange she-cat with a raging temper and a heart of gold, and a fast learner. Because of her success with Adder's rearing, she was pleased to have a second kit, Spots. Since then, both have become healthy cats, and Adderspit is a nursing mother. Spots, since he was a tom, went on to find his own territory and has tried ever since to find a mate. Olivewood has done her best to be a she-cat that everyone is proud of, and now that she has reached her mother status, is pursuing her dream to become Sunset Colony's Assistant.
  
  Olivewood has done what she feels is right for all her life and will continue to do so until she passes on. Her mother and colony taught her to be her best and don't ever back down. She has always stood up for what she believes in.
  
  
• Any relationships? (list their names here and how your character knows them [mother, friend, etc.]):
  

  mother - Seafeather - living
  father - Bark - living
  brother - Jitter - living
  mate - Cherrystrike - deceased
  daughter - Adderspit - living
  son - Spots - deceased
  future daughter - Draven - unborn

  
  
  
• Roleplay example
  
  

  I padded into the main colony, anger surging in my belly. I had been nearby when that hunting patrol had attacked him. And it was wrong of them to do it. I had reported to my Matriarch, of course, and that was that. It's wrong, what they do to him. How would they feel if they were made fun of for the nicks in their ears, or tiny paws, or stupid faces? If that poor little kit had a tail, he would be no physically different from them. But he shouldn't need one to fit in. And that was when an idea struck me. "Hey, little brother. How are you feeling?" I called, adding, "Just ignore them. I know it's hard, but you know, one day you'll show them that a tail doesn't matter." I laid my tail on his shoulders, giving him what comfort I could. Hopefully soon it would all blow over. And he could go on living a normal life. "I'll be right back. Want anything from the fresh-kill?" I asked him, not waiting for an answer as I backed away. I trotted over to our stock and picked out a lizard and a rat; I know how much he likes rats. I retreated to sit with him again. "Hairgo," I mumbled around our meal before dropping the rat at his paws. "I caught this earlier; I know how much you like rats and I figured you'd be hungry about now." I felt bad for him. Most cats picked on him anyway.
  
  "Jitter, when will you learn?" I'm his older sister. I need to protect him. He may be capable of defending himself, but he still needs someone to look out for him and keep him in line. But it's not like he would ever do anything rash, right? I need to find a way to bring up his confidence. But how?

  
  
  

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Name: Gareth

Gender: Male

Age: About a year and a half. Maybe Two years.

Appearance: Average sized black cat with orangish almost red eyes Silver white tabby markings on head, almost tiger or tribal like. On chest he sports a silver marking of an Ankh and a larger one across his back. The one on his back looks as if it was painted on, drips and spatters on and around it. He has faint gray stripes on his stomach to look like ribs. To top it off, one white ring around each of his legs and a few going up his tail.

Status: Strong and healthy. Almost never sick.

Rank: Matriarch of the Prowlers

Personality: Gareth is very knowledgeable and very helpful to all, even if they are not in his colony. He is kind, caring, and considerate. His most prominent trait is his knowledge. He is quick witted and tactical but sometimes keeps it to himself to prevent being a know-it-all. He is also very quick and quiet. One minute he can be next to you and another he can be gone, almost like time travel. He has a way with words and is very good at persuading some. When sitting, he can become still as stone, unblinking and having many thoughts through his head.

History: Gareth was the only child born into a loving family. But he felt the need to go on his own, much protest to his parents. He travels to Konara Forest hoping to find himself and peace. He never intends to stay long and one day he may go on his way again. But he doesn't see that happening in the near future and will stay here until then.

Roleplay example:

Grass shimmered lightly around Gareth's paws as he gazed into the deep thicket of the forest. The silence around him was deadly. The young black feline could feel his small heart thumping deep in his chest. But he wasn't scared of the darkness before him. He was eager. Eager to find his someone of his own. Ones that can think as sharply as he could. He longed someone he could have a strong conversation with, without having to explain what something was. No, he wasn't looking for love. But friendship and companionship. No one he crossed paths with on his journey never understood this. Why wouldn't he want a mate? They would wonder. Isn't that the dream all would want?

Alas, he was once again thinking too deeply. Gareth signed in the cold, winter air. He inhaled deeply and narrowed his orange, owl like eyes at the forest ahead of him. "You have nothing to fear," He murmured strongly to himself. Eyes sparkling bright and tail high. "But fear itself."

And with that being said, Gareth entered the forest.

[raptor]

• Name: Sivith
  
  
• Gender: Female
  
  
• Species:Feline
  
  
• Age : two cycles [2 years even]
  
  
• Closest breed: She resembles a Devon Rex quiet a bit. Small paws a tiny round head, large eyes and two, very large, very pointed ears. She also has their short fur.
  
  
• Picture URL (if applicable): n/a for now
  
  
• Physical description (if no picture is available):Sivith is a very purple-gray cat that if caught in the wrong light could easily be mistaken for a dark gray or even black. She has a soft icy blue gaze, with very large midset eyes and a soft blue nose. The same blue focuses as her paw pads and even her inner ears. In other words, most of her unseen skin. Where the gray is not there is thin, flame designed pale violet. It flares up right above her nose, her lower face through the chest and all the way under her belly. It tips her tail with the same frosted firey design and her feet. Some amount up above those a cuff of blue, solid blue, sits above about where ankles might be on the human leg. The same thing ends her tail, this icy blue mimics that of her eyes, nose and skin.
  
  
• Status: She'd be a cult female.
  
  
• Rank (if in a colony): Possibly Sequel? If not, a Follower.
  
  
• Personality: Though friendly, Sivith is very sensitive and easily hurt. Words can make her feel vulnerable or have her squirm under pressure. Part of the reason she depends upon Moonmother, Sunfather and Starchildren is that she can't stand the thought of death. The reason many turn to religion though she does not admit such things to herself. So it appears to be that she has a very adamant devotion. Sivith doesn't like to fight but she can be aggressive when she is provoked. You could call it 'cracking under pressure' or a 'short fuse' she'll stupid things to get her in such situations. There is never a night when Sivith does not thank Moonmother for her life and family, and she is very persuasive. She has the ability to convert others with the ease of her tongue, but that is generally all she can be persuasive about.
  
  
• History: Born to Twilight Colony, Sivith fit in perfectly. Her dark colors kept her from standing out in the night or among the crowds of purples and blues that reside there. She was the aggressive fool that she still is, but thats just part of being young. No she was never very good at anything than others, though she had a bit of an outgoing quality that despite refusing to gain her friendship did get her few friends to view her as a leader rather than a follower. After this rather dull and average life she came upon some interesting cats. They were hanging about the colonies' territory but she didn't see them as a posed threat, not like they actually defended borders either way. Upon approaching these cats they told her fascinating stories of their 'religion'. After that Sivith met with them more and more until she was finally interested enough to join them, and help others believe.
  
  
• Relationships:n/a
  
  
• Other tidbits: Dislikes the heat of the sun, her dark pelt magnify it making her rather uncomfortable. Though she is perfectly content in rain.
  
  
• Code symbol from the rules: &
  
  
• Roleplay Example:
  "Peace! Please, aren't we all family?" The she-cat huffed softly. Her icy blue eyes were big at the possible fight among her. No, she couldn't let others fight. That was her duty to Moonmother. To keep peace. That was her job. "We may not look the same but we certainly are, Moonmother has told us so." Her purr was believable, comforting and most of all, easy to hear. Maybe this is why she'd been able to convert others or maybe, maybe she was getting through to cats.
  

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[flightless๖♪♫]

I'm planning on auditioning for a cult member, but I have a few questions about the rankings. I'm guessing that they're basically the regular clan rankings except with a different name(Sequel=deputy, Follower=warrior, Healer=MC, Learner=apprentice) but I'm still kind of unsure about some stuff
-Is the leader the only one who actually has direct contact with Starchildren like how Konara can see spirits with her eye?
-Would Healers be like medicine cats in the way that they can share dreams, read signs, and all that with Starchildren like old clans?
-For learners, do they have one set mentor like regular apprentices/warriors?
-Age limits?

[}xx.£eaƒm∞n , ,]

Luciana: Accepted as Assistant of the Prowlers!
Olivewood: Accepted as Assistant of the Swimmers!
Gareth: Has been turned down, my apologies. All the high ranks in a colony are female. Feel free to reapply with him if you change his gender :]
Sivith: Accepted as a Follower of the Cult!

- Yes, they follow the Clan rankings, just with different names.
- It could go either way, but for the most part, all the cats have some kind of experience with the Starchildren (that experience could also be a result of hallucination or wild fantasy, in some cases.)
- There is one main healer that reads the signs and has the dreams, and for the rest of the cult cats, it is like healing in the Colonies. All the cats know the bare basics, but only one becomes seriously involved with the Starchildren, and that is the Healer.
- Yes, they do.
- No real age limits, though you cannot create a kit so apprentice age is probably the minimum.

[xkimbawolfx]

Thanks, Leaf! <3

[Maia :3]

bio

☓ "The cat was killed from curious thrills." Casimir murmured to herself, in her idiosyncratic fashion. It was a far cry from her previous tone, a reflection of insanity reminiscent in her mind. Even after some haphazard consideration, she couldn't resist the temptation of the unknown, her own advice well ignored. Perhaps it was hypocritical of her. It didn't seem to make a difference. One more paw-step and she would be in.."Casimir! When are you going to tell us a story?" The high-pitched voice of kit called for her. She glanced into the darkness once more, regretful that she had to leave before she even started. However, her family was her prominent concern. Besides, what kind of leader would she couldn't at least tell a story? Still, she'd have to come back and investigate that cave with a few others later; something dangerous could be lurking there.

[Tempestfury]

• Name: Angelwing
  
  
• Gender: Female
  
  
• Species: Cat
  
  
• Age : 30 moons
  
  
• Closest breed: British long hair
  
  
• Physical description (if no picture is available):
  
  Angelwing is a beautiful tortoiseshell cat. She has striking green eyes. Her paws however are white. And her claws are longer than most. Two white pachs of fur are found on her either flank. They both take the shape of a wing. Giving Angelwing her name.
  
  
• Status: Healthy Cult Healer
  
  
• Personality:
  
  Angelwing is a very optimistic cat. And very gentle. Angelwing absolutely hates needless violence. She has learnt however, to tolerate friendly fights (just). Angelwing may not fight much but if she fights be prepared to be defeated. For when she fight she doesn’t lose! Angelwing also has a gift with herbs. Making here an ideal medicine cat.
  
  
• History: Born in a group of not-so-nice rouges, Angelwing was an egnigma. How did a daugther of two slightly-bloodthirsty cats be so kind and loving? No matter how they tried, nothing could make Angelwing even slightly want to fight.
  
  After six moons of this life, the rouges encountered a small group that belived in something known as the Moonmother, laughing at this belief, the rouges where going to attack when Angelwing expressed an interest in this 'cult'
  
  Enraged, her father turned to strike her down, and would of sucsseded if one of the cult cats didn't lunge fowards and kill him first. being the strongest fighter of the rouges, the group was shocked by his death and easily scattered by the few followers of Konara, leader of the 'cult'.
  
  The very cat that saved her quickly became her 'guide' to the 'cult' life, and just as swiftly becamse her first friend. As time went on their feelings for each other devolped until almost all cats in the 'cult' belived that they where going to become mates.
  
  Then Angelwing discovered Tempestfury. The wounds he had required Angelwing to spend a lot of time to care for him, which led to them getting to know each other well. Through it was only after Tempestfury had fully recovered and joined the cult that Angelwing discovered that she also loved him, leaving her in a dilema, as she loved two cats, who both loved her back...
  
  
• Relationships:
  
  Tempestfury - Friend, through her feelings are deeper than friendship.
  
  
• Other tidbits: Can someone make the cat which saved her life please?
  
  
• Code symbol from the rules: &
  
  

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Roleplay Example:
'Why is the moonmother so cruel?' Angelwing dispared, curled up alone in her den. 'Why would she let me fall in love with two cats that are both alive? Oh this is so unfair, I always wanted a peaceful life with a kind mate. Yet when I thought I might just get my wish, another cat just had to stumble into my life and make me fall for him as well. I know I'll never be able to descide between the two, and even with one dies I know that guilt will stop me becoming a mate with the one still alive... oh what do I do?'
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[}xx.£eaƒm∞n , ,]

Casmir: Accepted as Matriarch of the Climbers!
Angelwing: Turned down as healer, though she is welcome to join as a Follower!

[kikii]

[/li][li]Name:Frozentime

[/li][li]Gender:male

[/li][li]Species:cat

[/li][li]Age :37 moons old(3 years 1 month)

[/li][li]Closest breed:Turkish Van

[/li][li]Picture URL (if applicable):www.breedersonline.net/cats/photos/Turkish-Van.jpg (Only as a visual. Colors will be explained below.)

[/li][li]Physical description (if no picture is available):Frozentime has long silky fur. His pelt is mostly white, with the exception of his tail, paws and ears. Frozentime's ears, tail and paws looks like they were dipped in metallic blue. During the day the blue is just blue, at night the blue shines silver. His eyes are the sharpest, coldest blue anyone could imagine.

[/li][li]Status:Frozentime is a member of The Cult

[/li][li]Rank (if in a colony):He is a Sequel

[/li][li]Personality:Frozentime is a cat with fire in his soul. He believes that male's and females could live together and help each other. He is a cat that is respectable and believes that the starchildren really look down upon the cats of this forest, and protect them. Frozentime is fierce in battle, ready to protect his leader and group when ever he deams necessary, but is willing to make peace. His only flaw is that he doesn't like to take prisoner or go out and compete for territory.

[/li][li]History:Frozen time was born in a broken twoleg house not far from this forest. His mother had died giving birth to him and the only other kitten in that litter was still born. He was raised by a kind old she-cat that lived near by. He was raised to be nice and kind, for the children that visited the older twoleg that took care of Frozentime and his "mother." But he wander off to start fights, avoid most of the female colonies all together because of the ways the males protected their territories.
Then he met Konara. He believed he from day 1. This made sense to him and it made all those stories about cats walking in the stars real. Frozentime took the role of Sequel hoping he could spread the word about the Starchildren and Moonmother.

[/li][li]Relationships:He hasn't yet been able to bond with any she-cat, but he he looks to the heart to find his mate not the fur.

[/li][li]Other tidbits:Frozentime got his name from his adoptive mother whose said these exact words when she found him.
"My a kitten of ice! Never before have I seen such a cat, with a frozen blue tail that shimmers in the night! Time seems to stop just for you, my kitten. Frozentime, is your name, the cat that stops time. This she cat often was very poetic in her ways of talking.

[/li][li]Code symbol from the rules:&
Roleplay EX:
Frozentime stopped and sniffed the air, keeping very still. It was winter, night and the sky was lifting a full moon in to the air. The worst time to be hungry, for Frozentime. the slightest move could cause his silver blue tail to scare off a mouse or bird. He heard movement under the snow he stopped breathing, hearing the fragile scurring of a mouse. He crouched then jumped, his legs became engulfed with white snow. He hooked his claws in to the soft body of the mouse and dug it out, eating it, swiftly, silver-blue ears twitching in satisfaction.
"Why are you stealing my prey!" A voice snarled from behind. Frozentime spun around
"I didn't smell this that is land belonged to you. I'm sorry." Frozentime tried to keep from bristling.
"Mousebrain. I always mark my territory. You steal prey, you pay." The tom was a a dark purple and had yellow eyes. his claws out and ready to fight.
Please Moonmother, guide me! Frozentime locked eyes with the tom. "I had no intention to steal your prey, let me leave and I'll never come back." He add weight behind his words by drawing up to full height and slightly puffing his fur out.
The tom started to hiss when he looked away form Frozentime's ice cold eyes. "Fine just leave, next time I'll shred you."
Frozentime nodded and bounded off back to camp. Thank you Moonmother for guiding me. he thought.

[flightless๖♪♫]

• Name: Cairo
  
  
• Gender: Tom
  
  
• Species: Feline
  
  
• Age : 17-moons
  
  
• Closest breed: Ocicat
  
  
• Physical description (if no picture is available): Cairo is not the biggest cat in a bunch. Having come from the smaller end of the gene pool, he's actually a bit undersized. He has a lithe frame, both wiry and flexible. It makes up for what he lacks in size. With a light weight and small size, he is quite agile on his paws. As expected, he has to rely on things other than brawn in a battle. Despite his size, he possesses a rather long tail, providing good balance. He has a base coat of a pale, bluish white. White, but tinted a shade of blue and purple, like fog. Darker streaks wrap around his figure in the pattern of classic tabby stripes. They are a dark shade of blue-violet. Cairo's eyes, on the other hand, are a startling gray. A steely silver, they complement the paler portions of his fur quite well. The center of his eyes, near the pupil, they are the same color as the stripes which pattern him, but as it goes to the edges it fades to silver.
  
  
• Status: Healthy, though a bit undersized. A bit thinner than usual on account of the lack of prey. He deeply believes in the Moonmother and Konara's teachings.
  
  
• Rank (if in a colony): Sequel? Or regular member
  
  
• Personality: Cairo will not let anything go without first putting up a good fight. Being the stubborn cat that he is, he doesn't back down, and is not easily cowed. Persevering in his actions and plans, he goes all the way to the end. Commitment is not an issue, as his determination is something to behold. Even when things seem hopeless, you can count on him to keep going forward, unrelenting. He fights with a dying will and a burning passion. Once this cat has his sights set on something, it will take a lot to make him give up. His loyalty is a reliable force, especially when it comes to friends. He keeps them close, willing to risk the world for them if he has to. Sometimes he just doesn't know when the price is too great. Even when he's not in a battle, Cairo is quite headstrong, even to the point of rebellious. He doesn't take orders very easily, despite the fact that he wouldn't mind giving them himself. As a result, you might find him to be rather argumentative. Once you get to know him, he is actually very warmhearted, and not at all a battle-obsessed tom.
  
  On the other paw, Cairo is energized and bold, unafraid to let his opinions known. Normally speaking out when he believes otherwise, he will hold his tongue if he knows it is not the time. At the same time, he possesses his own kind of charm, a certain charisma. Despite his more aggressive and go-getter personality, he is reasonable. Not only that, but he can actually be quite persuasive when he wants to be. Thing is, he has a certain vengeful streak, and does not forgive that easily. No, he would probably go plan some sort of revenge. He will strive to get even. Cairo has a more cold and calculating side to him. But, he strongly believes in the cults ways, as well as the existence of the Moonmother.
  
  
  
• History: Like many toms, Cairo had originally been born in a colony. Twilight blood flows through his veins, giving reason for his bluish-violet fur color. His mother a Prowler. But, his father had once come from the Sunset Colony, and possessed an unusual pure white pelt. Born in the middle of newleaf, his kithood was a relatively easy one compared to leafbare. Due to the solitary life of older toms, Cairo had never met his father, and had only ever heard stories of him from his mother. As expected, there were few toms in the colony, and the whole colony had helped care for him. He was the only kit of the litter, and pretty much one of the only toms. From a young age, he was already learning simpler healing techniques, along with hunting and fighting. Usually it was his mother who trained him, and she did so very seriously. He'd been told of how he would one day have to leave, lest be driven out, of the colony. How he would have to be able to fend for himself if he wanted to survive in the future. So, Cairo, too, did his best to learn everything he could from his fellow Prowlers.
  
  It was a simple life at first, where things were pretty constant. The moons flew, and before long, it was time to leave. He had been reluctant to have to his home for what he thought would be a very long time. And so, he left. For awhile, he had merely wandered from territory to territory, often losing the fight to older, larger males. He suffered several losses, until one day he discovered an area that had been abandoned. The previous cat who had claimed it had disappeared, maybe died, or perhaps captured by Twolegs. In any case, it attracted many cats to battle for it. Cairo was no exception, for he was eager to settle down and find a place to call home. Of all the males who had gathered, he had been the youngest, and also smallest. As a result, a few of the other toms momentarily staged a truce to first dry out weak ones, and get them out of the way. Unfortunately, Cairo was one of the first to go.
  
  But he was unwilling to be so easily--and unfairly--defeated. He kept fighting, perhaps a bit longer than a cat like himself would have. He'd nearly been killed in that fight when he continually refused to flee, had it not been for one event. Back then, he had heard only rumors about the cult and their "Moonmother" rubbish. Having been rather neutral toward them, when he saw the moon in the midst of the battle, he decided to give it the benefit of the doubt. He'd prayed to it for extra strength in his fight. Miraculously, his prayer was answered. Shimmering spirits had appeared by his side--or so he claimed, anyway--and helped him defeat the other toms. Upon winning the territory, the Starchildren disappeared, leaving him to wonder whether it had really happened. One day, while hunting, he'd run into the cult. Remembering how his wish had been granted, and how the Moonmother had helped him, he left his territory to join the cult. Since then he has been a strong believer of the power of these spirits, and has been with the cult.
  
  
• Relationships:
  Mother - Twilight Colony - Fate Unknown
  Father - Sunset Colony Loner - Fate Unknown
  
  
• Other tidbits:
  
  
• Code symbol from the rules: &
  
  
• Example RP Post: The land was awash in darkness, with a thin sliver of a moon hanging suspended in the sky. It cast little light, looking like a cat had carved it into the night sky. Many would have scoffed at the prospect of it holding greater power than any living cat. That it had created them, the cats that roamed this land. In fact, most cats had deemed it blatant rubbish. True, some had converted, but not many. Silver eyes glinted as they gazed upwards, fixed upon the dim sky. Stars twinkled faintly, seeming to be a million miles away, but at the same time, so close. Always returning when the sun had set. Watching over them all. It seemed only yesterday that he, Cairo, had dismissed such beliefs as mere tales that had nothing to do with him. Even then, still an unbeliever, the Moonmother had been there to help him; he just hadn't realized it until his one prayer had been answered. Having seen Starchildren appear and fight by his side once, it was impossible to deny the truth in the cult's ways. More importantly, Konara's teachings. He didn't regret leaving his life as a loner to join them.
  
  Cairo sighed, at last tearing his attention away from the shimmering stars, and the thin crescent moon. Why doesn't any cat listen? All the colonies...they all believed the cult to be an enemy to be feared. What was it that made the peaceful cats so hated? If they would just open their minds to the possibility of the existence of the Moonmother, they would understand. Maybe even change their ways. In fact, TwilightClan especially should be able to accept such believes. They were the Prowlers, for goodness sake! Known for being nocturnal! The small tom gave himself a quick shake, pushing aside these troubling thoughts. It would do no good worrying about it so much. There were other troubles at hand other than the colonies' lack of faith: winter. For if the healer had indeed read the signs correctly, it would be awhile yet before the cold weather relinquished its icy grip on the land.
  

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[Tempestfury]

Why is my cat turned down as the healer of the Cult?

[{{mizu!!]

• Name: Aurora Borealis (Aurora)
  
  
• Gender: She-cat
  
  
• Species: Cat
  
  
• Age : 4.9 winters
  
  
• Closest breed: NA
  
  
• Picture URL (if applicable): i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii286/Shiny_Pikachu/fireclaw-1.png
  
  
• Physical description (if no picture is available):
  
  
• Status: Healthy, if not a little underweight due to the weather. She is still strong and keeps her fur in line.
  
  
• Rank (if in a colony): Matriach of the Swimmers
  
  
• Personality: Aurora Borealis is a very brooding, thoughtful cat. When she speaks, she speaks slowly, but not of understanding, but of a reasoning beyond that. Aurora is a loving mother to all of her kits that still remain alive, and she can and will protect them, her friends and her colony with her life if any harm dares draw near. Aurora, when with some cats, is very talktative and loves to listen to others problems, but not to sympathise, but to make her think "Hey, my life isn't as crap as theirs! Yay!". Aurora can become very angry if a tom refuses to leave. She will hurt them if they don't go. Aurora has even had to hurt her own son to get him to leave. She's not afraid to do things other cats would consider stupid or the like, as she's a bit of a risk-taker. Nor is she afraid of the cult, but wishes they'd go away and leave forever, because they threaten her leadership.
  
  
• History: Her mother was called Renegade, and was a bit of a flirty cat in the colony. She'd had a few kits before little Aurora Borealis, including another cat who bore a similar name, Aurora Australis.
  Her father controlled the south territory from the colony. He was Sid, and boy was he a stroppy, angry little cat. He never did really like others, but he loved a scrap.
  She was born just as winter was drawing to a close, so prey was plentiful, and the colony thrived. However, she was a pitiful little kit who never really did understand the rules. She'd always wander from the colony to explore.
  So, moons passed and she turned from a kitten to a subordinate. She always wandered, never really wanting to stay in one place, until she got pinned down with her first kit.
  The father. Well, he was a scrawny little thing that caught Aurora off-guard, but she gave him a hell of a scar after he dismounted her. He'll never forget it.
  So, she birthed her first kit. A scrawny, weak tom. She named him Aventure. Aventure was a sorrowful little thing. He always followed his mother everywhere, despite her trying to get him to get the point she never wanted him in the first place.
  Trying to drive him out was an even worse thing. He wouldn't leave, and Aurora had to fight him to drive him away. Aventure eventually got the point, and fled.
  So, Aurora was free to do as she pleased again, and she found a handsome young tom a few hundred foxlengths from camp. He called himself Runt, as he said he was a runt when he was born, but boy was he a big cat. So, she became his mate.
  Soon enough, she had more kits. Unfortunately, one kit died in birthing, and the second barely pulled through. This kit was a female, and she named her Survivor. Survivor was everything a mother wanted. Strong, large, bold. Aurora knew she'd make a good matriach if she ever lived to see the day.
  Aurora became very proud as her daughter became a subordinate, and she became the assistant to the Matriach. Soon enough again, she was pregnant with Runt's kits again. And she was loving it.
  At the same time, Survivor retired to the nursery with the kits of a tom she said was called Tiny. She said he was adorable, small, scrawny, and a bit of a wimp. It was then Aurora realised that that tom was the one who was the father of Aventure. She knew she had to kill him.
  After she and Survivor birthed their kits, Aurora named hers Copper for her coppery fur, and Survivor named her's Iron for his grey fur, she set out to find 'Tiny'.
  She found him with another female, much to her rage. She chased the female off, and confronted Tiny. He thought that Survivor was her, as they looked very similar. Aurora flew into a rage, and tore his throat in two.
  She came back to camp to inform her daughter Tiny was dead, and she'd killed him because she'd found him mating with another she-cat. Survivor wasn't fussed. She only wanted kits.
  Copper was about five moons when news reached Aurora's ears that her mate, Runt, had been killed by another cat in a fight for territory. She was devastated, but quickly got over it.
  Then, the matriach died near the eve of Aurora's fourth birthday. She became the Matriach, and chose her assistant. She was bearing the kits of another tom, called Crackles, and her daughters, Copper and Survivor, were baring kits too, but no one knew who the father's were.
  When her daughter's birthed their kits, the kits were all deformed, and quickly offed by Aurora. She asked them who the father was, and they said he controlled the territory west from camp - what Runt used to control.
  So, the matriach left her third daughter in the care of her elder two, and went west. To her extreme surprise, she found Aventure, but was disgusted he'd mated with his half-sisters. So, she told him to stay far away from them, or she'd kill him herself.
  Her latest daughter, Tease, was made a subordinate recently, along with her granddaughters.
  
  
• Relationships:
  Renegade - Mother, dead
  Rage - Father, dead
  Aurora Australis - Sister, missing
  Ice Cap - Brother, missing
  Tiny - One Time Mate, dead
  Runt - Mate, dead
  Crackles - One Time Mate, missing
  Aventure - Son, alive (son of Tiny)
  Survivor - Daughter, alive (daughter of Runt)
  Copper - Daughter, alive (daughter of Runt)
  Tease - Daughter, alive (daughter of Crackles)
  Iron - Grandson, alive (son of Survivor and Tiny)
  Molly - Granddaughter, dead (daughter of Aventure and Survivor)
  Blue - Granddaughter, dead (daughter of Copper and Aventure)
  
  
  
• Other tidbits: Incest runs in her family...
  
  
• Code symbol from the rules: &
  
  

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Roleplay example:

Aurora was so bored. Those stupid tom-cats. Oh, how she despised their weak little forms, especially her own son, Aventure, who, not only killed her mate, Runt, but mated with his half-sisters, Survivor and Copper! It disgusted her so much. however, her grandson, Iron. Well, at least he'd amount to something. She patted her foot on the floor as she watched the cats flit about, and kits play around in the mud. She loved kits. She wished to find another mate soon enough and become a mother once again. She had also heard Iron had a mate, and soon, she may be a great-grandmother! Aurora had always hoped for a big family.
She flitted her ears gently as a fly buzzed about her head. Stupid useless creature. It landed on her again, and she flicked her ear. It didn't seem to leave her alone! So, she flicked her paw up, hoping to scare it off. It did, thank goodness. Stupid bugs. Why did they even have to exist in the first place? Aurora thought as a kit walked up, not really noticing her. He bumped into her, and looked up.
"Sowwy Auwowa!" he meowed gently, in his cute little kit way. A smile played upon the face of the matriach, "That's okay little kitten. Go, and watch where you're going next time."
At least some toms were good.

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• I'm Friday
  
  
• I'm a she-cat, if you haven't noticed.
  
  
• I'm a cat.
  
  
• My age would be 28 moons.
  
  
• Many say I resemble an ancient species, called a snow leopard.
  
  
• Picture;
  Anything of the purple+black snow leopard in my gallery;
  silvawisha.deviantart.com/
  
  More specifically; silvawisha.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d2uk545
  
  
  
• I'm Currently a follower of the cult. Somewhat healthy, if thats what you call it.
  
  
• If you wish to know what I act like, I could easily be described as disturbed. She suffers from three conditions that came along with her strange looks; pyromania, schizophrenia, and mild sadism. This grey she-cat can't control her need to set things aflame, and has been caught muttering and mumbling to herself and even shouting "All of you just shut the hell up!"

[/i] on occasion. She is very sociable, though most cats seem to be afraid of her intimidating ways and dominating presence. Friday can be caught sitting in the woods or on any high ledge, for she has quite a liking of heights. This free spirit is no stranger to the colonies, and is often the cause of even more rumors that have to do with the Cult. She isn't afraid of letting threats slip when colony cats are near the borders of her home, and would even mutter about how delicious cat meat tastes when one of those softhearted colony females is near. Anything worth a spark of entertainment would amuse this leopard-like feline.

[/li][li]What a twisted path I walk, it began when I was a kit, of course, raised under the paws of Tempo and Axel. They seemed as if they were golden parents: a model to all who wished to have kits one day. Tempo was beautiful, as they called it, and Axel was pretty easy on the eyes himself. I never noticed these factors because they didn't really mean anything to me. We grew up somewhere in the forest, I never bothered going back to find it, but I do remember a large tree with a hollowed out trunk. That was where I'd sleep with mother dearest, and hide while my parents would go off hunting. When I was about seven moons old, my father hadn't come back at sunrise like he, traditionally, always had done. I didn't worry until it was mid-afternoon.

Tempo stayed home while I, her ugly, beautiful daughter raced out to find him. Of course, I had a better nose than my dainty mother did, so I soon found Axel. He was sitting alone by a tree stump as I approached. His back was to me. "Father?" I recall whispering. He didn't respond. "Father?" What a poor, naive cat I was. I didn't pay any attention to the scent in the air that I would soon know by heart. I decided to get some guts and walked around so that I could see his face. Oh, what a sight. I saw no eyes. Just sunken gaps where they previously had been. The red liquid that was splattered on the trunk of the tree behind his head sent shivers down my spine. I then realized that he had been slumped against the tree, not sitting beside it.

Of course, I was horrified and frozen to the spot. Then a fear for my dear mother shot through me, and rocketed my legs forward, back toward home. "Mother! Mother!" I was yowling at the top of my lungs as I reached home, panting as I pushed my way inside. Tempo was sitting perfectly still, looking at me with a sort of smug look in her eyes. "Did you find him, Friday?" The question sounded rhetorical. "Yes. I did. He's dead! His eyes are gone. He's in the forest--" I was cut off by the feeling of claws across my muzzle. Tempo had never laid a paw on me. Stunned, I realized she was preparing to hit me again. I ducked, feeling the whir of an outstretched paw slash by my ear-tips. My mother let out a snarl, and I stood up, only to be bowled over by a kick from her hind legs. "Mother? I still hadn't grasped that she didn't want me alive any more than my father was. This time I did fight back, though. Tempo crouched, then launched herself at me.

I headbutted her stomach, and tried pinning her to the ground, though her constant wiggling and larger size worked against me. But I was also younger and fitter, and she had yet to find out what techniques my father had taught me. My claws drew out floods of crimson liquid as I ran them down her left shoulder. Tempo writhed away and shot out into the darkness.

I was stunned. But who wouldn't be, if they were just mauled and deserted by their own mother? I had grown tougher skin after that day. Nothing like that could affect me much anymore.
"I'll find you, mother, and when I do, you'll be joining me in hell." That was my vow, but the fury that had overtaken me vanished when I realized that I was truly alone. I think that's when I went loopy. From all my wandering, I ended up in the Cult. I liked their beliefs, their customs, their everything. It made me feel welcomed. Soon, Tempo's blood will be on my paws again, and that's a promise.

[/li][li]I have connections with:
Mother : Tempo
Father : Axel
Siblings : unknown

[/li][li]Extra Information?
she haz themesongs yez.

She Had The World - Panic! At the Disco
Well Enough Alone - Chevelle
This Close - Flyleaf
I'm So Sick - Flyleaf

[/li][li]My right to passage would be &
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The feline lay on her back, tilting precariously from a tree branch while looking over the land before her. Everything was upside down from her view, and she continued staring with those wide violet eyes until the sun's light caused her to blink. Movement from the base of the tree caused the leopard-like cat to flip over, so that she was standing properly on the branch, staring down at the misty blue shape below.
"Cricket, I told you to stop following me." Friday laughed, approaching the edge of the branch until it had lowered under her weight so that it was barely four feet from the ground. Leaping down with a light thud, she eyed the blue she-cat before her. The silvery blue female stood silently, staring at Friday with a cheshire grin that only she could look into without fear. Although, Friday was the only one who could see her.

"You know, they're beggining to say that we're murdering cats and leaving their bodies for the vultures." The purple and black marked feline laughed again, pointed ears angled toward the land of the colony cats. "It seems like our ways are disturbing to them. Next thing they'll say is that we hang kits by their tails off of flaming tree branches for entertainment." Although the idea quite appealed to her, Friday knew her group wouldn't abuse kits as she had just envisioned. No matter how tempting the scent of burning flesh and fur was to her.

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Cairo: Accepted as Sequel of the Cult!
Aurora: Accepted as Matriarch of the Swimmers!
Friday: Accepted as a Follower in the Cult!

It is because I would like to see you roleplay a little more, first, Tempest. :]

[Tempestfury]

Alright... but first I want to see if this cat will be accepted:

ame: Tempestfury

Gender: Male

Species: Cat

Age : 24 moos

Closest breed: British Short Hair

Physical description (if no picture is available): Tempestfury is mostly white, with dark blue sapphire eyes. However because of a genetic mutation, he has quite a few different colours… On his face, part of his fur is blue, sorta taking the shape of a mask. His back it mostly blue as well, but has a diamond shaped pattern of white fur right at the top of his back. Two yellow lighting bolts appear on his flank.

Body Type: Tall but light, strong leg muscles. ‘Designed’ for speed and endurance.

Scars: Comparied to most cats his age, Tempestfury doesn't have many, however he does has a big scar on is face, running down from the upper left to the lower right of his face.

Status: Follower of the Cult

Personality: : Tempestfury is a cat wise beyond his age. As he has witnessed what shouldn’t ever be witnessed at a young age. But even with this he is still a cheerful cat. So cheerful in fact that he is annoying. The reason why is because his kithood was destroyed at the start so he makes up for it now. So it’s kinda obvious that he’s quite playful as well. But that doesn’t mean he is quite a rough cat. No no and no again. He is one of the gentlest cats ever!

Bad Habits:
1… Well, I suppose he isn’t very formal
2… Can be a bit to trusting…
3… Always kills traitors.

Likes:
1. His friends.
2. Running.
3, Friendly fights

Dislikes:
1. His enemies.
2. Death.
3. Betrayal.

History: Tempest was always different from the other males. For starters, he made strong bonds with everyone in Tornado Colony where he was born. It wasn't that easy to kick this cat out of the Colony, for almost all of the cats liked him, and Tempest's reaction to him being forced out made it all the harder to kick him out.

When he had been kicked out the multi-coloured cat wandered in a state of shock, unable to comprehend what had just happened. In the shock he wandered into on of the lone male's territories and got viciously attacked, even through he did not raise on paw in defence. Bleeding from his wounds Tempest stumbled on away from his colony. Away from all of the colonies. Evenutly he collasped from his wounds, both pyschail and mental. Falling into what he thought would be an enternal sleep, in was in this state which Angelwing found him.

Taking him to the cult's camp. The healer tended to his wounds, and was there to reassure him when he awoke. It was Angelwing that explained what the Cult was like, and how they worked. Even through, it took a long time for Tempest to even consider joining, as the betreyal of his colony was still burning in his mind. Where it not for Angelwing's gentle care Tempest would of left the cult long ago and would still be wandering the wildness alone.

Relationships:

Shadowstrike - Friend (To be made)
Titanheart - Friend (TBM)
Sleekmind - Friend (TBM)
Angelwing - Friend, through his feelings are a lot deeper than friendship

Other tidbits:

Strengths:
1. Faster than most Sprinters
2. Very enduing as well, not many Sprinters can beat him
3. Immensely perception/insight. (Able to read emotions very, very well)
4. Can shut of his senses, when he shuts one, the others get stronger.
5. Unorthodox fighting style.

Weaknesses:
1. Weak.
2. Impatient.
3. Doesn’t show respect well.
4. Will do anything for his friends.
5. Helps strangers

Code symbol from the rules: &

[~Sandshadow~]

Name: Huntsong

Gender:She-cat

Specics: Feline

Age: 29 moons

Closest Breed:American Shorthair

Picture: i96.photobucket.com/albums/l186/istoleahalo/pictures/828e.jpg

Physical Description: Huntsong is silver tabby with dark gray stripes and bright + dark blue stars all of her body with medium long fur. She has ice blue eyes that seem to look into your soul. Huntsong does has one scar on her right hind leg from where the fox had scratched her. She has one across her nose,and some long ones running from her shoulders, to her flank. She has she has a limp caused by the scar on her right hind leg. Her build is well muscled and lithe.She has a proud air about her when she walks.Her strength at climbing and running comes from the strong hind leg muscles she inherited from her mother. Huntsong has a keen sense of smell good for tracking prey and cats. Hear hearing is average,and so is her sight. Has very good night vision,which goes good with her because she loves to hunt in the dark.

History: When Huntkit was a kit,she had two sisters,and one brother. Their names were Lightkit, Horsekit, and Mistkit. Huntkit`s favorite littermate was Horsekit,since Horsekit knew how she felt and helped her through it. Though she could never under stand Lightkit. Lightkit did the opposite for her. She was the only kit to survive from her litter. When she and her littermates snook out of camp one night since they wanted to help get rid of some fox cubs, her littermates were killed by the mother fox. After watching the gruesome event, Huntkit raced back to camp to get her father,Runner, to help her bring back their bodies. When they went out to search for their bodies,they were nowhere to be found. Huntkit is haunted by the memory to this day.
As an apprentice, Huntpaw did everything without complaint. She knew that complaining about something just made it worse sometimes. She also need that if she was kind enough to the elders,she just might hear some stories in return. on the day she was supposed to be made a warrior, her father was killed in a fight with another cat. She was devastated. Her father had been everything to her. They had even shared the same eyes,ice blue,so blue,that they seemed to stare into your soul. Her mentor,Horseheart was the only person that was close enough to her to comfort Huntpaws' broken heart.

Now a a follower,Huntsong did her best to make her mother proud. She always tried to bring back the most fresh-kill,she even helped the apprentices with finding ticks on the elders to taking out the bedding. Longear,the previous matriarch,noticed this and made Huntsong sequel when the the old one,Twistedfoot,was killed by a fox. Huntsong became matriarch when Longstar died of greencough.
Finally a matriarch,Huntsong hopes to someday have a mate,and kits of her own. She has been matriarch for 5 moons now,and has finally gotten used to the consept. Her sequel has been a huge help to her during that time period. Huntsong now happily keeps a daily routine: Get up, hunt, head back to back to camp,eat,quick nap, sunhigh patrol,eat,long nap,night hunting,sleep. She day is usually that, unless something exciting is going on.

Rank: Matriarch

Personality: Huntsong is the kind of cat that needs friendship. she lacked this in her kithood and as an apprentice. She can very persistent. She believes in peace,not fighting,and to avoid it. She will only go into battle with a real reason to,not to just get revenge. She also seems to know when she is being lied to. This was passed down to her by her father. Whenever she is being lied to,she gets this tingling feeling in her paws.She also has a weakness to save loved ones because she has lost so many already. She has a weakness with foxes too,though the real reson is of what the foxes did to her as a kit.Huntsongstar loathes foxes. She is patient, though can snap when pushed too far. Dislikes cats who don`t pitch in to help,but lay around instead. Huntsong is very fair about punishments. She also strangely loves to hunt in the dark.Whenever somebody asks her why,she says," I don`t know.It helps me think about some very hard desicions I guess".


Tidbits: Motto: Lie to me, I dare you.

Relationships: none so far...

Cod symbol for from the rules: &

RP Example:Huntsong looked up at the sky and sighed. She wished her father was still here to help her sometimes. But, she knew that he was gone now. She also knew that the prey wasn`t going to catch itself. Slowly, she got up and let the forest scents fill her mouth and nose until she got a scent of rabbit.
Huntstar quietly turned her head to see if she could spot it. When she finally did, Huntstar stealthily crouched down and slowly padded closer to the rabbit. When she was a tail length away,she pounced. The rabbit didn`t even have a chance to run. Huntsong quickly killed it with a swift bite to the neck.
Huntsong padded back to where she she had buried two small rabbits. When she was done digging them up,she headed back to camp. Soon she came to the entrance, which she passed through quickly,and dropped her fresh-kill on to the pile,then she padded to her den to take a nice long nap.
In her dream,Huntsong was a kit again. It was the night that she and her siblings went after the fox cubs. It was far too vivid for her to think she was in a dream. Like a bad case of dai sha vu that she couldn`t wake up from. She could hear her siblings cries for the help she couldn`t give them,for she was in a fix herself. There was the mother fox advancing on her. Frozen in terror,just like a kit,Huntsong suddenly remembered that she was matriarch of the Sprinters now,and that she could run away or save her siblings! She choose what she had chosen as a kit. she would save Lightkit,Freekit,and Mistkit! But just as she turned to do so, the mother fox pounced and caught Huntsongs' right hind paw. Huntsong quickly turned her body so that she faced the fox and took three swipes at the foxs' eyes.
Suddenly she was back awake and fluffed out twice her size. The scar that the fox had given her was there to give her excruciating pain. Slowly she got up and looked around her. Her nest was scattered all over the den. She cleaned it up,then went outside to get a piece of fresh-kill, greatly shaken form the nightmare.

[xx_Ƨǃlvawisha_?]

• She is tagged as Wish
  
  
• She is seen as Female
  
  
• She is feline
  
  
• She has lived 3 1/2 years
  
  
• She resembles Maine Coon
  
  
• She was caught silvawisha.deviantart.com/art/SEARCHiNG-155561827?q=gallery%3Asilvawisha%2F5155699&qo=32
  
  
• She is recognized for being perhaps one of the strangest cats you would meet in her colony. Her thick fur is a deep navy blue color, with thin red rings lacing their way down her legs. Her nose is stark white, along with the stripe that begins at the top of her head and leads to the base of her tails. The three tails are a deformity that Wish developed when exposed to a radiating source in the forest. The tails each have neon green markings on them, and tend to interfere with the female's balance in a negative way. The eyes to this she-cat are solid black and contain no pupils or hint at another color. Around each of her eyes is a silver ring, and two neon pink spots on the edge of those rings. The last bit of her appearance I'll mention is the silver and purple polka dots that decorate her bushy neck fur; giving her the appearance of a mutated lion-skunk.
  
  
• She is currently Colony female. Healthy, but has balance problems and makes a few rare stupid decisions.
  
  
• She lives as Matriarch of the Tornado Colony
  
  
• She performs, despite her outrageous looks, with a rather dull personality. She has her omgimgonnakillyou moments, but then again, everyone does. Her basic demeanor could be described as quiet; she doesn't tend to make a lot of noise when it comes to speech or walking, and doesn't appreciate it when others do. At times, Wish can bring out quite a dominant attitude when she feels threatened, though she keeps her quiet sense of leadership regardless of how she's feeling. The Cult was never a big issue when she thought of them -- though she is quite unnerved by the rumors of murder and rituals that go on within that distant territory. Besides that, this feline enjoys most simple things, and prefers the dark winter days over summer. She's slightly allergic to pollen, and has a terrible dislike of very bright colors. If she could change the color of her own coat, she wouldn't have to think twice about it.
  
  
• It began with Desertrush. Wish's mother was kind and nurturing, but foolish and inexperienced. At a young age, Desertrush always strayed from her colony, which earned her quite a few scars from squabbles with strangers. She'd try creating medicines out of leaves and seeds, which was looked down upon by her colony. Some would even say that she belonged in the cult for attempting such ludicrous things. Eventually Desertrush mellowed down a bit, settling with a tom named Frozenspear for quite some time before their first kit was born. Desertrush named this kitten Wish, a bit of a spur-of-the-moment name on her part, but it stuck. On the outside, Wish resembled her father. But personality-wise, it was all Desertrush; dainty, a bit of an airhead, but clever, logical, and curious.
  
  
• She is in relation to
  Mother ; Desertrush
  Father ; Frozenspear
  
  
• Other tidbits: None at the moment.
  
  
• My right to passage would be &
  
  
  &&ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE
  The multicolored feline prowled her way through thin, but tall, grass, a path swaying as she made her way through. The lone hunter paused for a moment, lips parting to take in the air, then continued on in silence. Wish was careful to keep her tails low, holding them loosely as to go with the flow of the grass. Movement was up ahead. Her silver-spotted ears twitched while she tensed quietly, listening to a soft, unfamiliar growl up ahead. Circling the area, body low to the ground, the navy furred she-cat leaped upward in a few short bounds. Her front paws landed first, only to pin the ground beneath her pads. Nothing was there as the feline looked up, once again scenting at the air with no success.
  

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