I want a kitty! Can I please join??? I'll go ahead and make the profile and if I can't join then just PM me (EmmaJane) and I'll scrap it...
Name: Galaxy
Gender: Female
Age: 3 months (human)
Appearance:Galaxy Personality: Very jumpy. She is scared of anything and everything. She attacks anyone looking suspicious and likes to give kisses after she's bitten you. She is very playful.
Clan (added this): Terrain
Position in clan: Newbourn
Other: Up for play!
Name: Mister Erious (Seperation of the word mysterious}
Gender: Male
Age: 5 years (human)
Appearance:Mister Erious Personality: He is very serious. He sleeps around and screws females over, but he knows when enough is enough. Galaxy is his responsibility, since Momma Grey and him went their seperate ways. He sort of takes the father role for the little kittens.
Clan (added this): Terrain
Position in clan: Tom Cat
Other: Up for kids.
Name: Momma Grey
Gender: Female
Age: 4 years (human)
Appearance:Momma Grey Personality Very mature. She doesn't usually play and she loves Galaxy more than anything. She loves Mister Erious also but since she caught him sleeping around she decided that he wasn't worth it.
Clan:Terrain
Position in Clan:breeder
Other:Up for Love
You're more than wonderful More than amazing The irreplaceable Love of my life You're so incredible In these arms tonight The irreplaceable Love of my life
You certainly can join. ^^ The more the merrier! So they say...
Okay guys!
We have:
DEW Leader - Sonnet (Mad_Moo) Second in command - Carma (WhiteTiger) Medicine cat - Oliver (TexanWriter) Fighter/mentor/patroller *unlimited number on any*- Marlic (EmmaJane), Leapord (SheepMonoxide) Apprentice *unlimited number on any* - Cloud (Chupatoasta) Kitten *unlimited number* - Tilly (SheepMonoxide)
TERRAIN Leader - Sam (TexanWriter) Second in command - Basil (Phantom of the Potter) Medicine cat - Opherion (Mad_Moo) Fighter/mentor/patroller/nurturer *unlimited number on any* - Puddle (Chupatoasta), Mister Erious and Momma Grey (Elly Charm) Apprentice *unlimited number on any* - Kitty (EmmaJane) Kitten *unlimited number* - Galaxy (Elly Charm)
We will be starting soon! (How many times have I said that...)
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Your = Possession. Your shoes are so sweet! You're = Omission. You're quite strange...
If you are confused about which to put, simply say in your mind "you are" and see if that fits the sentence. If not, you are looking for your.
Personality: She's the adventurer of the clan. Always exploring in places that she really shouldn't. The older cats seem to have to watch her quite a lot because of her disobedience and she doesn't seem to understand the consequences of her actions. Though she really wants to be considered as a mature cat, she can't see it happening any time soon because she just loves to explore.
Clan: Dew
Position in Clan: Kitten.
Other: She would make friends with everybody and anybody, even if it were a dog!
Name: Leopard [Edited, I mispelt it the first time! xD]
Personality: He's very protective over Tilly, and would protect her to the end of the Earth. He's a very kind and loving cat, though he can become viscious if angry. He's a very good fighter, and has never lost a fight in his life, though has dealt some bad blows in his time, one of these resulting in the loss of part of one of his ears.
Clan: Dew
Position in Clan: Fighter
Other: Up for love.
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“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.” - William Wordsworth
"A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool." - William Shakespeare
Appearance: Completely black except for snow white paws and a little on her stomach.
Personality: She's one tough cookie. You can't crack her. It will take a lot. She dosen't relate well to people and will do whatever it takes to keep everyone in her clan safe.
Clan: Dew
Position: Second in command
Other: Up for love.
Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!
It was late in the Park. About the time the humans went home. Which was good - there'd be no disturbances. It was still surprisingly warm; it had been a long, hot day. Well, he'd been asleep for half of it, like most of the clan, and had been woken only by Cloud prodding his side constantly, demanding they'd go hunting. With a tired yawn, he'd wave her off and go back to sleep, hot even in the cool shade.
Now, however, it was cooler and he let himself be pushed to his paws as she ushered him towards the Park. By the lake was always best for catching prey. The thick foliage and long grass kept the humans away. Perfect for a bit of drowsy, afternoon hunting.
"I'm going to catch a mouse. No - a rat!" Cloud's voice broke into his brooding and he looked down at her. Her white whiskers trembled in excitement, her blue eyes were wide and filled with that daring glint she always seemed to have.
"Be careful around rats," he warned her half-heatedly, pausing halfway to yawn again. Like she would. She loved danger.
She screwed her nose up and looked away. Immediately her ears pricked up as she heard something move through the bushes. Marlic sniffed the air nervously, but no scent drifted towards them. Whatever was inching towards them was downwind.
Cloud scrambled towards it, ignoring his startled hiss. Marlic forced himself to bound after her, following the sounds of her crashing through the undergrowth. Her heard her surprised gasp and leapt through some long grass, landing nose to nose with another cat.
**anyone want to come in here? Sorry it's so bad, am really tired. **
Your = Possession. Your shoes are so sweet! You're = Omission. You're quite strange...
If you are confused about which to put, simply say in your mind "you are" and see if that fits the sentence. If not, you are looking for your.
Leopard looked up at the sun that had started to lower beneath the horizon after having a drink from the lake. He licked his lips then started to pad towards a cluster of trees away from the sun’s glare. He then lay down on his from, resting his chin on his paws as his eyes slowly started to droop closed. A rustle in the trees and his eyes snapped back open, the hairs on the back of his neck prickling, he had a feeling that he was being watched. He lay there for a moment, listening for any noise, though hearing none. Suddenly he heard a hiss of shock then felt something fall onto his back, making him jump to attention and spin around. He hissed, his back arched and his fur standing on end, at the one who had dared interrupt his nap. Then relaxed as he recognised the fluffy, grey fur of the kitten Tilly, her murmured to her, “What the hell were you doing up there, Tilly?”
She muttered something under her breath before replying in her insanely cute squeek, “I was exploringgg!! I founded a bird and it looked really yummy, and I jumped for it but then fell! It flew away!” Leopard rolled his eyes, sighing once more.
“Birds tend to do that. You should stick to mice for now.” Tilly nodded solemnly, before taking her hunting pose. The whole front of her body close to the ground but her behind higher up. She took a few steps forwards, then pounced into patch of long grass and coming nose to nose with another cat, with a shreik of shock. She then suddenly realizes it’s just Marlic, another one of their clan. She sits back with a friendly meow.
“Hello.” She squeaks, as Leopard comes up behind her, nudging her with annoyance.
“You need to be more careful.” He looked up to Marlic, nodding, “Hey.”
“You gave us a scare then,” Marlic muttered, “We couldn’t catch your scent.”
Tilly scuttled up towards Cloud, an adventurous twinkle in her eye as she looks up at her, her cute face friendly as she speaks, “Hello.”
“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.” - William Wordsworth
"A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool." - William Shakespeare
Galaxy was constantly nipping and tugging on Mister Erious's ear as he slept.
"Come on! You promised!" Galaxy whined. His eyes still closed and his breathing was still slow. "Hmph, I'll just go by myself," she said giving up and trotting towards the tall grass. She stopped when her nose lightly touched one strand. "Oh, um, I don't want to go this way, I should climb a tree," she thought. She turned around and ran full speed towards a tree that had a little fence around it to keep the squirrels from digging up the seed. She clawed at it as she ran up.
"What are you doing," a deep voice yelled at her. She mewed and accidentaly let go of the tree, making her fall painfully. Mister Erious towored over her. "Why are you climbing a tree? I promised you that we were going to catch a field mouse," he said.
You're more than wonderful More than amazing The irreplaceable Love of my life You're so incredible In these arms tonight The irreplaceable Love of my life
"Having fun?" Carma asked in a soft voice. The cats jumped at the sound of her voice.
"Why do you always do that Carma?" Marlic asked slightly annoyied.
"Do what? I wouldn't frighten you if you would keep your ears open. You need to constantly listen. You need to always be alert, you will do well to remember that," Carma told them.
"But Carma," Tilly groaned. "We're not doing anything. Why do we always have to be...to be so serious."
"I am looking out for your best interest. For all of you. I only wish to keep you all safe," she responded calmly.
"You're always too calm. Too serious," Marlic put in.
Carma didn't give any hint that she heard them. They would soon see what she was saying. Sometimes they needed to learn the hard way. Carma only hoped she would be able to help them if it came to that. Cats were sneaky creatures and she didn't want them to end up hurt.
"Were you hunting?" Carma asked, suddenly. "I do think it's time to catch something, maybe."
Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!
"And there - the great beast." Kitty crept behind it, her ears only just peaking through the long grass. "See how it hides it's true form through a disguise of beauty? When really it's a ferocious creature, and designed to be preyed upon." She took a step closer. "Look. It's stopped. One leap and a terrible battle will ensue. One leap and..." she stuck her rear in the air, preparing to pounce, but the butterfly started to fly away. "No! Hey - come back! You're not suppose to fly away." She sat up and added under her breath: "scaredy cat."
A cat spoke, someone from her clan. "Kitty, what are you doing?"
"Hunting ferocious monsters."
"Oh. That's okay. Just be... what?"
**Yeah, really bad. But anyone from Terrain want to carry it on?**
Marlic
"Cloud wouldn't leave me alone until we went hunting." Marlic muttered, nudging his apprentice.
"All you do is sleep," Cloud complained.
"Then why don't you find someone else to come you company until I wake up?"
"We could play together, Cloud!" piped up Tilly.
"Uh uh. No way," Leopard was quick to say. "You get into enough trouble on your own, Tilly, you don't need to get others into it too."
"Perhaps we should eat," suggested Carma. "I am quite hungry."
Your = Possession. Your shoes are so sweet! You're = Omission. You're quite strange...
If you are confused about which to put, simply say in your mind "you are" and see if that fits the sentence. If not, you are looking for your.
Carma didn't smile at them. She hardly ever smiled.
"I suggest we try elsewhere," Carma told them.
"Why?" Tilly asked. "This place has all kinds of food!"
"Because, Tilly," Carma scolded. "Do you not realize we are close to Terrain territory. They are very serious about their area. As are we."
"Terrain?" Cloud asked. They obviously didn't know tey were so close.
"Yes, Terrain," a new voice sounded. Carma crouched. She didn't know who this newcomer was, but she just hoped they weren't Terrain cats. They would prtect their territory fiercly.
"We were leaving," Carma said, keeping her voice soft and calm. "So if you'd excuse us."
Carma looked to her other Dew clan members. "Get out of here," she hissed. She needed them to get to safety. This was a Terrain clan cat. She didn't know if they were friendly or not.
**Just thought we could add in a little drama or so. (;**
Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!
**Okay - I have to suggest that we start posting which clan our cats belong to at the beginning of each post. Much less confusing that way.
Basil - Terrain
Basil stared at the young she-cat in front of him. She looked back sheepishly.
"Oh! Hello, Basil..."
Basil blinked at her. "What did you say you were doing?" he asked sternly.
"I was - practicing hunting!"
"That's not what you said to me a minute ago."
Kitty shrank a bit. Basil looked up at the sky for a brief moment. "Come, Kitty. We should get back to the clan."
Kitty stood up hesitantly. Basil twitched his tail as a signal to follow and began to walk back to the rest of the Terrain clan on the other side of their territory. The afternoon sun had begun to set, and Basil knew the clan would be gathering together in preparation for the night. It really was for the best that they get home.
Basil was a little concerned about Kitty's behavior, however. She was old enough to be an apprentice now, after all. And playing games with imaginary beasts... That was kitten's play... Basil would need to take up the issue with Sam later on.
"... Do you not realize we are close to Terrain territory?"
Basil froze. He felt Kitty stop not far behind him.
"Who's - ?" Kitty began to say. Basil whipped around and silenced her with a stern glare. He turned his attention back to the strangers, obviously from Dew.
"Terrain?" Basil was surprised. he hadn't expected it to be a young cat's voice. In the same way, Basil was relieved. He did not want a fight at the moment. He had Kitty to protect, as she had not yet received any instruction in combat.
"Yes, Terrain," said Basil stonily as he stepped out to meet the strangers. A young female crouched defensively at the sight of him. Basil unsheathed his claws carefully. He knew this cat. It was the Dew's second in command.
“We were leaving,” said the female cautiously. Basil’s tail twitched in surprise. She hadn’t recognized him. “So, if you’ll excuse us…”
The cat turned to her clan members and muttered something to send them scurrying. Basil met the she-cat’s eyes. He remembered her name, now. Carma.
“Wise of you, Carma,” said Basil tensely. “To get your kittens out of the way.”
Carma jumped, her hackles rising. “Basil,” she hissed.
“I’m surprised at you,” continued Basil stiffly, his tail puffing slightly. “You dared take your young to the edge of our territory? That shows foolishness, Carma, that a second-in-command should not exhibit.”
Carma hissed at him. Basil’s muscles tensed. If Carma sprung at Basil, he would be ready.
“I’ve always thought you were a bit young for your post.”
“Are you not a bit old for the same post?” snarled Carma in return. Basil growled, his ears flattening. He saw Carma’s muscles bunch together in preparation for a leap.
“Wait!” cried two voices simultaneously. Basil spun around to see Kitty scrambling out toward him.
“Kitty!” snarled Basil. “What are you doing?!”
He whipped around toward Carma in case she had taken that moment as an opportunity to leap at him. But to his surprise, Carma was dealing with her own problem. A small, grey ball of fur had shot out of a nearby bush and skidded to a halt near Basil’s feet.
“Are you the Terrain second-in-command?” squeaked the kitten excitedly. “Like Carma is for us?”
“Tilly!” growled Carma. “[i]Get back here![i]”
**I hope I got all the characterizations right…
"The grasshopper!... Mind the grasshopper!... A grasshopper not only turns, it hops!... It hops!... And it hops jolly high!" ~Erik, The Phantom of the Opera
Argh I'm so sorry, I can't do this story book anymore, Dx I have loadsa coursework. I could come back in a couple of weeks or something, and someone could take over Tilly and Leopard. Idk. Gahh. D: Sorries.
“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.” - William Wordsworth
"A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool." - William Shakespeare
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