keep it coming - cat roleplay (limited spots) {accepting}

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{Accepted! Thanks for making one!}

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It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends.
-J.K. Rowling
N A M E;;
Silas
G E N D E R;;
Tom
A G E;;
20 moons
R A N K;;
Knight
B R E E D;;
Siamese
P E R S O N A L I T Y;;
Silas always puts his work before personal needs or romance. He hardly ever speaks while on duty except when he must. When he is off duty, he is actually a pretty friendly cat if he's with his friends. He can be described as calm, cool, and collected most of the time.
F A M I L Y;;
All deceased

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{Accepted! Hehehe I'm so excited for this roleplay.}

[Small-but_deadly]

[ Me too! Bump ]

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{Perhaps we could just start now? ouo}

[Small-but_deadly]

[ I'd love to start but I'm on a phone and type slower than a snail ]

[AHS_Freak]

Yes I want to start now!!

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{Okay, I will start us off.}
{I advise you read my posts, at least Winchester's, it has vital information}

The roleplaying may now begin.

Winchester
Male - Leader - 6 yrs - Annihilation Hills - In his den - ♥ N/A

The Annihilation Hills was no place a cat would want to stay at. Lots of moss, a swamp, flies, and very humid and damp. Winchester was confined to this place. They did indeed have lots of room to hide away, but he didn't like it. There was a 'shield', per say, holding the evil cats inside. The evil cats could exit only if escorted and allowed by a kingdom cat. Kingdom cats could go in and out of the force field freely. Winchester was in the process of breaking this force field, for he knew that year after year the force field became duller and duller. Winchester found the source. He would of course not tell the other cats about it. They trusted he knew what he was doing, but did not question him; he was not one to be questioned. His temper held his secrets safe. In a way, the evil cats were like a family, just not one to be trusted. With a deep sigh, Winchester laid down over the moose skin rugs in the ruinous cave of which he lay underneath the moss.

Ryla
Female - Medical Officer - 9 yrs - Freedom's Ruins - in the Medical Office - ♥ N/A

Herbs were scattered around near Ryla's paws. A few sick cats laid in the beds around her and this gave her comfort. The herbs, the sick-lings she was giving her aid to, her own medical office, this all made her very happy. She didn't have a medical assistant yet, but she planned on appointing one soon enough. She has had a few offers, but she knew in her heart they were not the right cats. She wanted a cat who was like her, who was not the same. They did not need a twisted paw or a crooked eye or anything silly like that, but the need to help others. She felt inside her heart that no matter what happened or who she helped that she needed to help them. She didn't do this to pass time or because she was good at it, but because it was the only thing she really wanted to do with her life. Why pass for a cat as a medical assistant if they do not feel the same? The last medical officer was not like her and she knew it. She started to sort up the piles and think.

Comet
Male - Prince - 8 mos - Freedom's Ruins - in the Castle - ♥ N/A

Comet rolled around with a piece of string. He giggled and tumbled around. He sat up with a sigh after the piece of string torn in half. He realized he wasn't having fun at all. He was only pretending to have fun, which in turn was taking away his thoughts. Comet knew he would over think everything , but he couldn't help it. There were so many possibilities and so many things to ponder over time and time again. He often spent hours in the library room of the Castle, yet he did not read, he would just glance at each and every book, read the title, and wonder what might happen in the book. He wondered what would be inside and where the ideas came from, and how many years it would take to achieve this amount of books, and how there are cats behind each and every one of them. Even now he was over thinking about what he thought about. Maybe he should just stop thinking altogether and then his problems would be solved. He sighed, realizing the only thing he could do was wish he were not so young and curious.

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Lyla sat up tall, observing the world around her through wide eyes. Her tail twitched ever so slightly with curiosity. Sometimes she wondered if she could just run and run until something stopped her. She drew her tongue over her paw and then rubbed it behind her ear. She continued to clean herself as she watched the other cats. She had memorized almost all of the other cats' routines. Where they went first thing in the morning to what they did right before the sun went down. What places they go regularly. Who they bothered to associate with. To her, it seemed like everyone else around her had a life story while her life was 'Lyla, get me this' or 'Lyla, fetch me that.' Which, she hated to admit, it was.

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Comet
Male - Prince - 8 mos - Freedom's Ruins - talking to Lyla - ♥ N/A

Comet flopped down the stairs and out of the Castle. He knew a cat he had only seen before. She was different than the other cats and Comet had only observed her. The other cats seemed to have a purpose, but this one? Nothing. She just went around doing errands for other cats, like he did when he got caught doing something naughty. Except she did it all of the time. He had always wondered what she did that was so bad she couldn't have a life yet wasn't bad enough to get her sent off to the Annihilation Hills where all the bad kitties went. He stumbled over to her for the first time. He was coming up more behind her, he didn't want to look like he was running straight for her. When he approached her back he slowed to a calm pace and waddled out in front of her. "Would you like to play with me?" Maybe she isn't allowed to; I'm not allowed to play when I'm in trouble. I think she needs play though, she looks awfully sad. He thought to himself, blinking.