Agrarian ♦ Accepting

[Teacup-old]

(I'll make another character tomorrow. I kind of want to stick to my two characters for right now.)

[Salamandaa]

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

"Fphrr..." He threw a look of mock amazement towards Hollywood from Solar's comment. "Ha! She truly wishes to tarnish me!" then respectfully bowed his head,which doubled to hide his smirk of satisfaction, and backed off a step to allow the females their brief moment of conversation without interference. "Perhaps you're right then, I may just go to my hidden lair of ancient wisdom and find a way to resurrect the dead." Vincent murmured something quietly, flipping a twig from under his paw as he slinked back a few steps, stopping there to bend his head on top of his paws. "Well, babe its up to you. We could all go to a party, an invite bestowed by yours truly, or you all could do...Cat stuff." A jigsaw expression crossed his face as he drew his tongue over his rough pads.

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Solar

Solar turned and gave Vincent a hearty laugh--she was surprised he had returned her sarcasm so well. Then, she tilted her head to think. Her green orbs narrowed into slits, and after a few moments she looked Hollywood in the eyes again. "We should probably go hunting. Maybe we'll get lucky and catch something good and large." She said, her usual sarcasm gone--for now. She gave her tail a twitch and yawned widely, showing her long, white fangs. Licking her chops, she looked yet again at her female companion. "Hey, maybe we'll pick up a male on the way back." She said with a laugh. "We certainly need them--we're running a little low."

Asani

Asani, bored now, got up and stretched. He stretched as far as he could, all the way from his sharp, sharp claws to the tip of his tail. After he finished, he quickly yawned and then trotted out of the camp. He was met by the sight of another tribe member; Gamble. Asani had never bothered to really talk to Gamble before, but he figured now was as good a time as any. Stepping toward the male, he called out, "Hey Gamble!"

[lycr]

Name: Leal

Age: 3 yrs, 8 months

Gender: Female

Kin: [None living at the moment]

Species: Lion

Tribe: Vigor

Tribe Ranking: Normal member

Appearence: Leal has an appearance close to the average lioness, with a short, tawny pelt and a fairly muscular body shape. There is also gray, brown, and a variety of different shades of yellow in her pelt, as well as a splash of white on her muzzle and a light, cloud-white colored underbelly. She has faintly-colored stripes of dark brown across her face, reminiscent of a tabby cat. Her ears and paws are somewhat rounded, and she is slightly plumper and more muscular than that of an average lioness. Leal has light, round, amber-shaded eyes.

Details: A scar, stretching about 7 centimetres long is seared across her cream-white belly, but it is imperceptible unless she is lying down.

Personality: Leal seemingly has a lot of concentration, but normally, she is quiet and docile; kind and gentle, usually not speaking unless spoken to. However, she approaches a problem thinking logically and rationally, and will always help out her tribe, no matter whom it is she is ‘helping’, even if it means sacrificing herself. She enjoys the company of others, and being a help to the tribe. No matter what the help is, it still makes her feel good to help others.

She dislikes battles and fighting in general, but would contribute if it was to help her own kind to survive. Leal is normally very shy around others that she does not know, or her superiors. She does not like answering other’s questions, just giving a half-hearted, hung-headed, mumbled answer, then back away hastily, as if she is doing something wrong. She hates making trouble for others. Asking questions and offering to help someone is a whole different matter in itself. Then, she is bright and fervent.

Leal enjoys hunting, the feeling of ‘clean and tidy’, and contributing to make her tribe the best out of three. She dislikes battles, arrogance, and being seen as weak.

Fears: Leal is afraid of rattlesnakes and losing her tribe mates.

Extra: None ^^

[Teacup-old]

(Accepted Whitedawn. Alright, new rule. If you've already joined and you make another character later on, you can automatically start role playing them.)
(Longer post for Hollywood next time, promise.)


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 smiled, listening to her tribe mate, “Hunting it is.” She trotted past Vincent, “Later babe.” She stopped to run her tail under his chin before turning her gaze back to Solar, “Come on. We have stuff to get done. Should we get the other new girl?” She trotted through a green bush, disappearing from the male’s site. She stopped, waiting for Solar to emerge from the bushes like she had.

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.


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.
Surprised to see the young Asani approach him, Gamble readjusted his gate. Normally the younger cheetah would just go about normal business, ignoring Gamble. He was in somewhat of a shock state, but shook it off his shoulders and returned the greeting, “Um, hi?” His tail flicked. Unlike most cheetahs Gamble wasn’t really the one to have a lot of energy within his body. Another shock came when he wanted to get up and run away once the other cheetah had approached him.

[Larynx]

:Alena:
The leopardess padded through the tall yellow-green grass, paws making no noise at all. She smiled, just the way she liked it, t was almost too easy for her to find a meal. She peered up and over the grass, green eyes searching for the familiar shape and sight of impala amid the trees, the beginnings of the sparse African version of a forest of acacia trees. Alena quickly focused on a young female impala, that looked to be slower than the others, it helped that it was the farthest one at the back, all the better for her, no need in wasting energy, espescially now that it was getting warmer as the sun rose to its highest point in the clear blue sky. Alena stalked forward quickly, pausing when the doe lifted her head and continuing when it resumed feeding. She'd get as close as possible before letting her well formed muscles spring into a leap across the aniimal's back.
She padded through the grass quickly, white tail tip twitching in her excitement. She was soon only a several pawsteps away when she exploded out of the grass with a long leap at the impala. The impala didn't know what hit her as Alena leaped on its back, forcing it down to the ground. Its struggles were futile as Alena held her own mouth over her prey's. Minutes later Alena was panting to regain her breath and standing proudly over her kill. She then grasped it by the throat and hauled the carcass up a nearby tree claws tearing free bark that fell to the ground in a shower. She stashed and gorged herself, enjoying herself. She noticed that she had missed her afternoon nap and promptly found a comfortable position, legs dangling on either side of he thick branch and fell asleep atop the tree.

:Meran:
He lay as the foot a tree, hiding from the scorching sun in its shade, watching the others of the camp run about. He sighed it was just too hot to be hyper today. He flicked his tail to rid some flies that had settled on him, Pesky creatures! Uugh! He stood and shook himself, stretching his long sinewy body as well before sitting and then flopping over on his side. He wasn't hungry, or tired, but bored, but he had no idea what to do about it, again the heat right now made it impossible to be as hyper as usually was, he'd probably kill himself doing that. He resumed watching the others, after all he needed to try to get to know them better. Maybe even make some good friends. He was unsure whether or not though he should get up and include himself, he wasn't good at small talk and much less around cats he barely knew. He sighed, closing his eyes in annoyance. Let somecat come to me then, then they'll start the talking.

[iPawki]

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

"I see that you do not wish to speak," Celestia told him, slightly amused. "But no matter, no matter. All you need to do is listen." She flicked her ears softly and began, "I am sure I am not the only one who noticed a slight rise in the male population of our tribe. However, it does not change anything- so I thought you should know that you shouldn't worry about it." She lay down quietly, continuing, "I know that you are a responsible lion and I thought I would confide this in you so that to prevent certain- well, arguments." She kept a pleasant face, but beneath she thought that maybe Lamont was trying to avoid her because of these things.

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Solar

Solar rolled her eyes at her tribemate's flirting. "Give it a rest, lovergirl!" She called back with a grin. Then she turned forward and laced her ears back, ready to break into a run. Her eyes gleamed, her coat was dappled with spots of light coming through the forest's deep green canopy--the mood was just right for a successful hunt. "Come on, Hollywood! I'd like to go before I become old as dirt." And with that, she sped off into the forest, the underbrush grazing against her fur as she ran through.

Asani

Asani gave his fellow cheetah male a smile. "Are you expiriencing sunstroke, or something, friend? You seem a little dazed and speechless." Asani was a little concerned for his tribemate; they couldn't afford any weakness right now. Nodding at Gamble, he said, "Let's go into the camp and get a little shade, eh?" He said with a laugh, his amber eyes twinkling, as if they were laughing as well. He felt happy today, and nothing could change that; not even a sick tribemate.

[lycr]

The glowing sun reached her before she knew it.

Leal slumped to the side, her soft, white belly rising and falling rhythmically, her eyes sealed shut. One back foot twitched; sending the dried grass shifting back and forth. The previous night was not a very good one, to say the least. It must have been a bad piece of prey that had sent her to bed with an upset stomach, and during the night, she had become so shifty and uncomfortable that she moved outside to sleep. It was a benefit to the lions in her tribe; hopefully their sleep would be better without her squirming and stifled moans of pain, and a benefit to herself. The night air was cooling, the wind was comfortable. Within moments after clawing out a nest for herself, she was comfortably asleep.

And now she had to wake up. It was such a good sleep, and she did ‘sleep the pain away’. Her upset stomach was nothing to her now. Blinking open her rounded eyes, she rolled over to her back, rubbing her shoulders against the ground to itch them and stretching her jaws open in an enormous yawn. There, she lay on the warm grasses, sunning her belly, her eyes narrowed into slits. Just laying there made her feel a little guilty, she knew that making her tribe comfortable and seeing every one of satisfied would be much better than her own comfortable feelings. She should really wake up and start another day. But still, Leal shook out her head, shooing away the pangs of guilt like it was an annoying fly. She was certainly a very self-conscious lioness. That could play out as being either bad, or good.

She promised herself that she would hunt later. Stretching her legs and arms, she then relaxed, with her eyes half-shut and allowing the sun to warm her. Hunting would have to wait.

[Teacup-old]

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 smile disappeared as Solar called her “lover girl”. “Oh, shut up.” He hissed, following her after a moment of standing still. She ran after her, happily entering the bush without a problem. The tip of her tail kept its position of pointing at the blue sky above. It seemed like a perfect day to be out hunting, which was great because it meant their food would most likely be an easy kill. “So, I drive the prey towards you and you grab it; that’s the plan right?” she asked, scanning the area for any big prey.

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.

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.
Gamble still didn’t know quite what to do with himself. Once again he made an attempt to shake it off, “Huh? Uh, no. I mean… It’s just…Well you never talk to me.” Gamble stood, stepping back a few steps, “Uh, are you sick?” He was still quite suspicious of the cheetah, but he reluctantly followed him under a tree, thinking it would be good for Asani to get out of the sun.
[Writers block horribly. I'm just not into my character with Gamble.]