Agrarian ♦ Accepting

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Name: Solar
Age: Adult
Gender: Female
Kin: None; all dead or run off somewhere.
Species: Leopard
Tribe: Delusive.
Tribe Ranking: Hunting Party
Appearence: Just your normal leapord. She has green eyes, though.
Details: Nada.
Personality: Solar is a sweet girl with a spicy side. She's not afraid to insult others, and is all about doing what she wants to do, when she wants to do it! She doesn't make friends easily, and that causes problems sometimes. But does Solar care? No! She's fine being on her own if it's what makes her happy at the moment.
Fears: Death, also large spiders.
Extra: Notta.

(Making an extra charrie for the leopards; they're very much in need of members.)

[Teacup-old]

(Thanks runu. I'll go add her. Ooh, just got an idea. I'll go message you.)

[iPawki]

Celestia
-Vigor | Lioness-
Fool's eyes cannot seek one's soul.
Vigor, show them your strength.

Warmth met the cold days with a low bow; the sun was high by now- Celestia did not need to open her eyes to know this. Through the patchy breeze that gently parted her orange pelt, there was a serene, peaceful tone in the wind's accent. She stifled a yawn and opened her beady, brown eyes, her sharpened teeth glinting dangerously as she slowly padded down the rock she had been resting on. New day, Celestia thought, almost gloomily, as she padded around Vigor's camp without much of a destination. Her dark gaze fell upon Lamont; she padded over to him quietly, saying, "Good morning, Lamont."

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Solar

Solar padded calmly into the Delusive Tribe's camp. She was the newest member of the tribe, and she still had to remind herself that she didn't make her den in a new place every day anymore; no, she had a permanent one back at camp. She didn't yet know if this tribe was worth it; maybe the tribe she had heard of that accepted all types of big cat would have been a better choice. But it didn't matter, for she had already chosen her path. She couldn't change her mind now! Solar looked around and saw the tribe's only members other than herself; the rather good-looking second-in-command, and Hollywood. She knew Hollywood was part of the hunting party, same as herself, but she knew nothing else about the cat.

[antler apathy]

. LEGEND .
Male; Vigor; Leader.
Growing up I found a life that I knew,
Overshadowed by the anger and the clutch of abuse.
Shells and bullets fell and dropped to the floor,
I put an end to an era and I started a war.

It was only a bleak light that first reached the back of his den, and as he felt the small amount of warmth was over his body, Legend knew it was time for him to get up. Though he would have much rather stayed in the depths of his lair for the day, he knew eventually he would need to make an appearance to his clan by the end of the day or they would probably wonder where he was. You see Legend would usually stay in the back of his den on hot days like this, and only really come out when the sun was bright enough to reach him in the very corner of the lair, which was quite far back, because then was the hottest part of the day. It was just the right temperature as to sit out there for an hour let himself soak up the heat, let him be seen by his clan members, and then retire inside his cave again to cool off for the night. And hope that tomorrow would bring a cooler setting to the Savannah here on Agrarian.

But there was that utter feeling one got that said he wasn't just going to be out for an hour, and Legend was slowly starting to understand that he'd most likely be out for longer.

[Salamandaa]

D E L U S I V E
Peace
Silences the nightmares of the mind.
Peace
Feeds the dreams of the heart.

The sun was still high enough in the sky that the horizon was dusted with a pale blue. Vincent watched the horizon from the depths of his baby blue irises. An elongated ear swiveled outward, a fly who had settled on his fuzzy lobe protested at the movement and retreated to a place on his flank. A rough paw paused in mid step before settling daintily in front of him. The shadows of trees stretched far as the hues of sunlight cast across the land. Vincent was a cat of more cheerful sorts; others often see him as having a exciting, impulsive personality. Curling his tail in a lofty incurvation, a familiar sight greeted his eyes. "Oh Hollywood, milove!" Vincent called suddenly into the eve, shrugging his shoulders and lowering himself to the ground in a leisure manner. He beamed, his pale blue irises catching the glimmer of a thumbnail sun. The leopard stopped in his tracks and gave his head a hearty shake before swiveling his broad head into Solar's direction. "Ah, Solar." Honestly, he hadn't put that much thought into his comments at all, letting them roll off his tongue natural and unedited. Vincent had established himself as a renowned leader, despite how his personality may look. He had known what a life without emotions was like, and since had become prepared to let his emotions out more often. His haunches folded and his rear met the cold ground, his tail lay splayed across the ground. "What plans do you bunch have for today?" He inquired, almost casually.

(I don't have much muse today ;-;)

V I G O R
"Good morning, Lamont." His ears turned back. "Oh." Lamont retained a look of pleasure, his pools of golden eyes focused on the earth. There, he began to draw tiny figures- each one representing a member of Vigor. The miniature lion's mane wasn't coming out correctly at all, and he scribbled them out quickly. Then, he turned back to Celestia, the only female of the pride. It was disheartening how much the male population had risen. "Good morning." Lamont replied back to her. He had little inclination to speak more than a few words to a fellow member of the pride. But perhaps under that cold posterior of muscle and insulation, Lamont really did care.

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Solar

Solar gave a haughty nod at Vincent before answering him. "We have nothing planned-yet. And why do you need to know? Shouldn't you be off gathering some ancient wisdom, or on some other kind of mumbo-jumbo?" She said, her voice filled with sarcasm. She gave him a smirk before padding off towards Hollywood, her tail swishing behind her. Once she was standing in front of the other female, she looked away and said, "So, what are we doing exactly?" After saying this, she turned her head back towards her tribemate and looked at her expectantly, her green eyes glinting in the light that filtered through the trees. Solar squirmed a little; she hated standing still. She wanted to move, move, move!

[Larynx]

[May I join? ]

Name: Alena
Age: 4 Yrs
Gender: Female
Kin: None Known
Species: Leopard
Tribe: Delusive
Tribe Ranking: Hunting Party ?
Appearence:
Details:
Personality: Alena prefers to sit back and observe, then speak her mind. The leopardess isn't a grand social butterfly by any means, being very selective to who she deems friends and more so as to who she enjoys actually spending time with as she prefers her own company if possible, but that doesn't mean she hates any other cat, she is ready and willing to help out if she can in some way and will work well enough in a group, being very committed to doing any job as best she can, and is able to say she wouldn't ever let anyone down if they trusted her with something. However, she won't go out of her way to do so. Alena tends to look at both sides of a situation, the good and the bad before taking a stand, which she rarely does, she'd rather let others be in charge, but once she takes a side she is fiercely loyal and willing to defend it, a last resort for her as she'd rather not turn to violence. Alena is a daydreamer and although reserved is generally positive and optimistic.
[b]Fears: An early death and thunder, as well as dying unloved.
Extra: Has several small white scars across her paws and front legs from an attack by wild dogs as a pup, her tail also bears their teeth shaped scars. Also hopes to someday be a mother.


Name: Meran
Age: 3 Yrs
Gender: Male
Kin: None Living, Sister died at the paws of a lion.
Species:Cheetah
Tribe: Velocity
Tribe Ranking: Member
Appearence:
Details: Spots/Markings are more brown than black.
Personality: This cheetah seems to have a never ending supply of energy and is constantly hyper and trying to get everyone to laugh and/or smile with his clown antics. However, he does know how to be serious but it is difficult for him as he thinks lifes too short to not live life in the fast lane and be happy about it. Meran isn't afraid to pick a fight and can be confrontational, taking things personally. Once he has his mind set on something, he can't be held back. More to RPed!
Fears: Water, he doesn't know why himself, but hey maybe he fell in as a cub?
Extra: Don't think so.


((BTW Alena's pic is an Amur Leopard! Please try to prevent their extinction, just by telling others about it. Meran's is of a King Cheetah, more a subspecies, they like normal cheetahs are just as endangered! ))

[Teacup-old]

I've got no words of wisdom to back me up,
or years of wisdom to fill me up.
But I can tell you one thing,
and that is this is my life.

A cheetah’s speed is a beautiful thing to watch. If you get the chance that is. This one cheetah wasn’t one of the cheetahs that loved to run. He would occasionally hunt with speed, but he would rather keep it at a slow trot and hunt animal that were dying or young, just to get an easy meal. The male’s ear flicked. This world was perfect: no bugs to bug him, endless supply of food. He shook his fur, the shaking stopping just as soon as it started. He trotted forward towards camp. He wanted to see if there were any other cheetahs around camp worth talking to.


I can do it, I can run, I can hunt you down.
You can try, but you can't stop me 'cause I'm gaining ground.
I'm light on my feet and I'm quick to the punch.
I had a heavy breakfast, but a real light lunch.
I'm a raging bonfire, a cherry bomb, I'm me.

Hollywood’s yellow-green eyes spotted Vincent. They preyed on his spots; the way they could charm anyone into likely the male before knowing him, “What’s up, babe.” Hollywood always called every male she saw babe; which didn’t really stretch far since Vincent was the only male she knew. Her back feet lightly pushed off the rock and she landed in the grass smoothly. She made her way toward the two, her tail curled up to point at the sky. Hollywood stopped as Vincent stated his question, “Nothing for today. You have any idea as to what were going to do Vincent?” She said his name playfully with a hint of flirting in it. She loved to mess with others that way. She wasn’t really ready to commit herself, but she could play around a little while she waited. Her eyes turned to Solar as she walked towards her, “I don’t have a clue. You?”

I'm rough-and-tumble, I'm the one to beat,
I'm a fresh coat of blacktop burnin' at your feet.
I've got a poisonous sting, when I rain I pour.
I'm the best of the best, I'm the soupe du jour.

(Accepted, going to add you.)

[.:OboeLove:.]

[[Three female leopards to one male x3 I suppose I'll make a male leopard and a female tiger then? If that would even things?]]