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Tried to mix a cheetah a tiger and a butterfly and oh man I loved how it turned out Q u Q

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MOTHER OF TENVIS WIPP

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[WolvesOfFire]

username; WolvesOfFire
name; Tausi (Swahili for peacock)
gender; female
TCs bio:
Tausi's name, which means peacock, definitely suits her. She knows just how pretty she is and sometimes acts a bit prideful, strutting around and using methods such as a subtle wink or toss of her feline head to attract the attention of boys. She's not one of those super annoying girl, though. She doesn't flirt to a crazy extend and is a true sweetheart underneath.
1 Extra: WIP

[rob.]

username; rob.the.stars
name; aponi
gender; anogirl
TCs bio: wip
1 Extra: wip

[iBrevity]

username; iBrevity
name; Amaranthine "Ama"
gender; female
TCs bio;
personality Ama is quiet, thoughtful, philosophical and nearly transcendent. She's wonderfully light on her paws and can creep unhindered along tree branches without even disturbing the leaves, and she prides herself on this. She's fearless when need be but she is never careless. One would not dare call her impulsive, not when she will spend an entire afternoon considering a decision. She likes to think about the more difficult questions in the world, whether it be why she's on this earth or what her purpose in life is. Understandably she does not make many friends, as she often intimidates those who have not thought of such questions themselves. She's generally quiet in conversation, withdrawn and somewhat considerate in the off-hand way of someone who's not actually paying attention to you. Mostly other cats bore her; she's more preoccupied with the journey of her life than she is with hearing of their latest catch.

history Ama was the sole cub in the first litter of her young mother. Her mother did not quite know what to make of this little cub who followed her about and played with her tail. They did not have the most meaningful relationship; her mother preferred to do things her own way, and even young Ama was startlingly independent. When it came time for them to break ties they did it with relief. They simply did not go together, her and her mother, and Ama has not seen her in some years now. She catches her scent every once and a while, but she never pursues it; they were not meant to have a tie that extended beyond infancy and Ama recognizes and understands that.
Since then she's mostly spend adulthood alone, which she prefers. She was born alone, after all, and she's content with being alone for a while longer. She doesn't approach other cats, usually; pursuing friendships is exhausting and rarely yields a result, and she has no interest in relationships. For the most part Ama loves running through the trees and not needing to be concerned with anyone else; she loves the freedom that comes from having no social ties and often revels in it. She never needs to worry about pushing herself too hard or perhaps trying to jump too large of a gap between trees; there is no one she would leave behind, so she can take joy in surviving these little things solely for herself.

1 Extra;
The forest is eerily quiet this morning.

Ama crawls belly-low down the length of a mossy branch. Her tail swipes back and forth behind her, thoughtfully. She eyes a small deer that grazes on the debris far below, its back dappled from the thin strips of sunlight that edge their way through the canopy. It has not noticed herself and eats merrily, its ears twitching every once and a while to rid itself of flies. Ama slides one paw farther down the branch to steady herself on a patch of moss. Her claws dig into the soft wood.

In an explosion of movement Ama leaps down. Birds scatter from the trees whistling between one another; the deer shoots forward on instinct and just barely loses its life to her claws. She eats quickly, primly, casting an eye up to the canopy with a caution the deer was too stupid to concern itself with. Ama knows deadly things live in the trees because she is one of them.

When she finishes she scales the trunk once more. She knows these trees well, could climb them in an inky darkness, and she finds her previous spot with ease. She settles down on her stomach, legs hanging loosely off either side. As she cleans her front paws she watches a troop of monkeys move below her, but she does not pounce. Ama feels full, content; the monkeys move on unperturbed.

She begins to doze in the wet rainforest heat, her eyes slipping closed, and she wakes only momentarily when a butterfly alights on her nose. Its antennae lower towards her face and then it relaxes, its wings easing open and close. Ama falls asleep to the rhythm of it, so closely matched to the beat of her heart.

[SkyeNomsPaperBirds]

I'm making a small extension

this now ends september 18th!

[nice]

ahh mark glad I noticed this before the end date

[SkyeNomsPaperBirds]

username; iBrevity
name; Amaranthine "Ama"
gender; female
TCs bio;
personality Ama is quiet, thoughtful, philosophical and nearly transcendent. She's wonderfully light on her paws and can creep unhindered along tree branches without even disturbing the leaves, and she prides herself on this. She's fearless when need be but she is never careless. One would not dare call her impulsive, not when she will spend an entire afternoon considering a decision. She likes to think about the more difficult questions in the world, whether it be why she's on this earth or what her purpose in life is. Understandably she does not make many friends, as she often intimidates those who have not thought of such questions themselves. She's generally quiet in conversation, withdrawn and somewhat considerate in the off-hand way of someone who's not actually paying attention to you. Mostly other cats bore her; she's more preoccupied with the journey of her life than she is with hearing of their latest catch.

history Ama was the sole cub in the first litter of her young mother. Her mother did not quite know what to make of this little cub who followed her about and played with her tail. They did not have the most meaningful relationship; her mother preferred to do things her own way, and even young Ama was startlingly independent. When it came time for them to break ties they did it with relief. They simply did not go together, her and her mother, and Ama has not seen her in some years now. She catches her scent every once and a while, but she never pursues it; they were not meant to have a tie that extended beyond infancy and Ama recognizes and understands that.
Since then she's mostly spend adulthood alone, which she prefers. She was born alone, after all, and she's content with being alone for a while longer. She doesn't approach other cats, usually; pursuing friendships is exhausting and rarely yields a result, and she has no interest in relationships. For the most part Ama loves running through the trees and not needing to be concerned with anyone else; she loves the freedom that comes from having no social ties and often revels in it. She never needs to worry about pushing herself too hard or perhaps trying to jump too large of a gap between trees; there is no one she would leave behind, so she can take joy in surviving these little things solely for herself.

1 Extra;
The forest is eerily quiet this morning.

Ama crawls belly-low down the length of a mossy branch. Her tail swipes back and forth behind her, thoughtfully. She eyes a small deer that grazes on the debris far below, its back dappled from the thin strips of sunlight that edge their way through the canopy. It has not noticed herself and eats merrily, its ears twitching every once and a while to rid itself of flies. Ama slides one paw farther down the branch to steady herself on a patch of moss. Her claws dig into the soft wood.

In an explosion of movement Ama leaps down. Birds scatter from the trees whistling between one another; the deer shoots forward on instinct and just barely loses its life to her claws. She eats quickly, primly, casting an eye up to the canopy with a caution the deer was too stupid to concern itself with. Ama knows deadly things live in the trees because she is one of them.

When she finishes she scales the trunk once more. She knows these trees well, could climb them in an inky darkness, and she finds her previous spot with ease. She settles down on her stomach, legs hanging loosely off either side. As she cleans her front paws she watches a troop of monkeys move below her, but she does not pounce. Ama feels full, content; the monkeys move on unperturbed.

She begins to doze in the wet rainforest heat, her eyes slipping closed, and she wakes only momentarily when a butterfly alights on her nose. Its antennae lower towards her face and then it relaxes, its wings easing open and close. Ama falls asleep to the rhythm of it, so closely matched to the beat of her heart.

congrats!

[iBrevity]

Oh thank you so much <3 I'll take awesome care of her, thank you again cx