Post by Valentine on Jun 29, 2011 20:13:20 GMT -5
So here I go!
I have got my back to the wind
I have got my back to the wind
Wrath
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Gender | Age | Breed
-Wrath
-22 moons
-mix breed
Name:
Wrath
Age:
22 moons
Home:
with the other 6 7DS cats
What area do you live in, or do you wander?
Dry Riverbeds
And I will fly higher than I ever have been
I'll follow all my dreams, my destiny is waiting for me
I'll follow all my dreams, my destiny is waiting for me
Fears:
-that no one takes her seriously
-that she won't say what she needs to when it's important
-that someone will hurt her
Likes:
-walking alone at night
-when other cats look at her like she's pretty
-being admired
-being powerful
-beating cats in battle
-winning
Dislikes:
-mornings
-cats looking down at her
-being weak
-loosing
Overall Personality:
Her name says it all; Wrath.
I am on my way, heading for a sunnier sky
And all my past worries, I will leave them behind
And all my past worries, I will leave them behind
Appearance:
Wrath is mostly a reddish-auburn color. Her legs are black and so are the tips of her ears, which are large for a cat. She has a bushy tail that's tipped white at the end like a fox's. She's pretty tall but mostly legs and as far as muscles go she's thin and lean, though she's not weak when it comes to fighting. Her eyes are amber and the fur around them is just a shade darker to draw more attention to them. Even though she's not a black cat she has a black nose and her teeth are particularly sharp and jagged.
History:
Part of the 7DS cats.
Now it is time for the beginning of a brighter day
It's a brighter day!
It's a brighter day!
Chat Box Name:
Valentine or Fel
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Role play Sample:
Anything
The auburn she-cat stalks through the woods, unable to sleep. Her large ears are pinned flat against her skull and her lips constantly part in an ill-tempered smile at whatever thoughts are going through her head. In the half-dark the trees fade in an out of the shadows, seeming to have one foot in the world of the living and another in the world of ghosts. The incessant buzz of insects and rustle of leaves whispers around her behind the heavy cloak of the summer night.
"What are you doing, walking around so late at night?" A shadow disassociates itself with the surrounding darkness and the tabby tom it belongs to walks up to her and falls into step next to her.
"I'm taking a walk so leave me alone!" Wrath yells, a bit to loudly for the night. Cats like him had always rubbed her the wrong way. Arrogant, faithless toms who belong in the sewers serving rats and fleas. The tom flattens his ears and eyes her warily. Suddenly he purrs, the sound deep in his throat.
"You're barely more than a kit! Don't get so angry." He smiles, trying to play the 'older brother' card, Wrath assumes.
"Don't talk like that to me! Go back to your own dang life and leave me alone!" Wrath bares her fangs in a snarl and races away from him, quivering with the urge to slice his whiskers off. Some logical part of her brain reminds her that yelling so much had made her seem childish but she pushes it away.
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