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[ShadowBoi]

(Great!!! I love making new cats as crushes or something. Does he have a type? And I could probably read for miles if you let me!)

[♔ Amnesia ♔]

(Somebody say Med. Cat Apprentice?And yes Pen,I still want to participate in this RP.)

[ShadowBoi]

(Kay! And yes, I was telling someone that the spot was already taken c:)

[♔ Amnesia ♔]

(Oh okay :3)

[ShadowBoi]

(:3333)

[.Storm.]

(( yeah, reading is awesome! err any cat will do I think, so no he doesn't have a type. ))

[ShadowBoi]

Username: TFP

Name: "Sup? My name is Silverpaw. Call me Silver."

Age: "Ugh... 9 moons

Gender: "I'm a she cat. Idiot."

Rank: "Gosh darn! What is it with the stupid questions?! Apprentice."

Crush?: "Dovepaw. Hush! If he finds out, I will die."

Kits?: "Nope! Too young for that."

Mate?: *sighs* "Hopefully Dovepaw some day."

Personality?: "I can be rude and hostile. I am smart, but I don't like many cats. Being snobby and not having a filter on my mouth are some of the things I am known for. I also have a sharp tongue. If you really get to know me, or on the rare occasion of me liking you, I can be the sweetest she cat ever."

History?: "Shut up. I don't have to say anything. Only the ones closest to me may know my painful past."

[.Storm.]

((gyaaa , gyaaa listen Dovepaw! You -*glances at Silverpaw* eh nevermind. she's a keeper *eyebrow wiggle at Dovepaw before disappearing into the sunset*
silverpaw is fabulous *nod nod*))

[ShadowBoi]

(XD Thank you.)
(Uh... what? *tackles Dovepaw* YOU'RE GONNA LIKE ME. RIGHT?!)
(*I whisper* psychooooo)

Silverpaw)

She sat by a tree and thought about Dovepaw. His eyes, his fur. It made her want to dance, but, she hated dancing so she just smiled and thought of him with a far off look in her eyes.

[.Storm.]

(( he'll like her.. muahuahua, eventually though ;) ))

Dovepaw
The tom waved a paw in front of Silverpaw, who was smiling and probably in her own little world. Must be nice to be able to have daydreams.. The tom shook his head at the thought. "Silverpaw? Silverpaw? You there ma'am?" he asked. Sitting down in the process because standing up was tiring.