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Sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ?
Chloe Skylar Pearson. Yep that's my name. There's a lot to say about it and in my own personal opinion I think it's beautiful. My parents first saw me and thought I was gonna be just as popular as my older sister. But just as anyone else would have expected I wasn't. Even I would be surprised if I got a call from a school friend... well school student. They thought Chloe was a very popular girl name and thought the name could give me luck. I could have been popular but they were to busy worrying about my sister instead of me. My middle name, Skylar. It's the first name of my great grandmother who was known for her success in taking the role as an Author. She wrote love stories and in the end it always ended with a Epilogue where the female and the male of the story would end up having a kid that was exactly like my mother. Her books became pretty popular and my dad wants me to start writing like her but mom wants be to be like my sister. Pearson is my last name and I have no clue why that's our last name I could go on a history website or something but do I really have time to look up why Pearson is my last name? No, no I don't. Think of it this way. Go on a stupid computer and look up my last name meaning that won't be any use for me or pain a picture of my backyard with only two colors and see how it turns out.

Lᴏᴏᴋs? I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴀʏ!
Well as I said I could talk about this all day. Hmm let's start with the tippy top of me. My hair. I love my hair and so does my mother. It's wavy and soft. Super soft! It goes down a little lower than my shoulders and I can feel it lightly sweep across my shoulder blades when I run. Mostly on the beach. The color is a light brown that most people don't have. My hair color is rare and I am proud. I will never ever die it or change the color. I am creative and always changing things but I am a different situation. I never change. Besides getting my ends cut of course. My face is perfectly round and it's always clean I wash my face a lot. (Sorry if I seem full of myself but it gives you a good picture) I am very thin but not too thin and tan. No one has to call me Casper because I am pale and I've never been called something related to obesity. Like fatty, Big Mac, or cheeseburger. I am very flexible so I am guessing you could picture my arms and legs being long. I always wear tang tops I guess because I like feeling the wind on my arms.

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
My personality? Well there's a lot! Let's start with my bad traits and save the good for last. I am Very Shy. Even I know I am but I can't help it! I just was never talked to and now that I am hot, I have to admit, boys want to talk to me but I am too scared to talk to them. I stutter and say one word answers. Not to add that I am shy with my stuff. I never show anyone my room and you have to knock twice to get into my room. My Art work no one knows about. In school everyone thinks I am smart and I am but Art involves Symmetry, Math, and Science so I must be good at that to be good at art. I have a short attention spam. I love art but I have more unfinished art then finished. If someone talks to me I am really good at pretending I got a call.

Sᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ.. ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ
My history is not that good. Usually someone would tell you about their trip to Disney World but I can't. I haven't even left my state! When I was 7 my father died. I loved him so much he was so artistic and I only have one picture of him. He died during a robbery at the gas station and saved a little girl that refused to get on the ground dyeing slowly as the man shot the side of his heart. Having previous heart problems he couldn't make it. My mother married a new man and I have to call him dad. i don't want too. I feel bad for the man because all he wants to do is get on my good side but I still refuse him. My step sister is a jerk. She calls me ugly and thinks she is all that but she's really not.

Aɢᴇ: eighteen years old
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: female
Hᴀʙɪᴛs: the sound of gunshots even in movies scare her, not really a habit but
Cʀᴜsʜ: none

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;; male ;; fourteen ;; position here ;;

"Ｉ ｎｅｅｄ ｔｏ
ｋｎｏｗ ｗｈａｔ ｔｈｉｓ
ｍｅａｎｓ!"

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➵ ｍｙ ｂａｓｉｃｓ

. My name is Max Cabret. My father named me, I don't know why. A secret about me is that my full name is. Maximus Cole Cabret. I personally dislike Maximus so I just like to go by Max. Why Max? Who Cole? I have no clue. I don't really know why for I never really wondered why. I would never change my name though. I love it but dislike it. Does that make any sense to you? My mother passed from my birth so I don't know what she looked like what so ever. My father look kind of like me. Well, I looked like him. Except for my eyes. his were dark brown. So I suppose my mothers were blue. He didn't talk about her much. I've never dated a girl before or really even talked to one. I like to be alone. I am curious on what it's like to like a girl but I am focusing on getting a friend first.

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➵ ｔｈｅ ｒｅａｌ ｍｅ

. I am very quite and when I talk to people I kind of stutter and try to get away. I want a friend but I can never seem to talk to them. I get nervous and all I want to do is go away. I watch everyone, that may sound weird but you in public and i have nothing else to do. I don't watch in a weird way but like every morning across my street I see the mail man pass house 32 trying not to get bit by the Doberman but still get the mail into the slot. Or the traffic guard every now and then messes up with the roads because he was eyeing Miss. Brook the pretty school teacher that walks her Collie every morning. I wonder if anyone sees me. Sitting on the bus bench every morning just watching everyone. For hours and hours having nothing better to do. I don't do much during the day mostly at night. I like to walk around and see the fish in the pond and what not. I want a dog. But I can't afford one. I've been saving up for one. I don't exactly know what kind of dog I want yet I just know I want one. If you take something he wants he will bug you and bug you until he gets it back. If the doesn't work he will work for it. He doesn't show the fact that he's mad often he likes to hide it and the same when he's sad. But when he is sad or mad you will know. Likes and dislikes, well he dislikes himself. He feels like he should try harder and try to get the family he deserves. But freaks when he talks to someone. He needs a friend that the minuet they see him no matter how hard he tries to get away they keep trying to be his friend. Another on of his problems is he doesn't ask or say please and thank you. if you have something he wants he says 'I need that' he doesn't realize he has to say please and thank you. He wasn't taught to do so.

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➵ ｗｈａｔ ｙｏｕ ｓｅｅ

. I have longish hair it's kind of greasy sadly I don't get to shower much because I live on my own. It's black and the edges are kind of un even. It's always fluffy or messed up from me running around and forgetting about it. I have no one to look good for. I am a little small I think 5'1" but i don't even know, that might be tall. I can't see well that's why I like it at night so it wouldn't even matter. I need glasses, I had glasses but lost them running from some government person that wanted to shove me into a orphanage. ill admit I am pale and scrawny. But I heard my eyes and hair made me look cute. I love 11 really I hate it but I am 14. My eyes look like a Siberian Husky they are ice blue and really big. I always have a sad look on my face my emotions look sad and/or scared. I look scared when I talk to people because I usually am. Mostly people take something from me if I have anything or make fun of me. Adults are nice and try to help me i never talk to them but deep down inside I want to thank them. Some people give me food and other people usually mostly compliment on my blue eyes and black hair.

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;; male ;; sixteen ;; position here ;;

"Ｉ ｎｅｅｄ ｔｏ
ｋｎｏｗ ｗｈａｔ ｔｈｉｓ
ｍｅａｎｓ!"

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➵ ｍｙ ｂａｓｉｃｓ

. My name is Max Cabret. My father named me, I don't know why. A secret about me is that my full name is. Maximus Cole Cabret. I personally dislike Maximus so I just like to go by Max. Why Max? Who Cole? I have no clue. I don't really know why for I never really wondered why. I would never change my name though. I love it but dislike it. Does that make any sense to you? My mother passed from my birth so I don't know what she looked like what so ever. My father look kind of like me. Well, I looked like him. Except for my eyes. His were dark brown. So I suppose my mothers were blue. He didn't talk about her much. I've never dated a girl before or really even talked to one. I like to be alone. I am curious on what it's like to like a girl but I am focusing on getting a friend first.

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➵ ｔｈｅ ｒｅａｌ ｍｅ

. I am very quite and when I talk to people I kind of stutter and try to get away. I want a friend but I can never seem to talk to them. I get nervous and all I want to do is go away. I watch everyone, that may sound weird but you in public and i have nothing else to do. I don't watch in a weird way but like every morning across my street I see the mail man pass house 32 trying not to get bit by the Doberman but still get the mail into the slot. Or the traffic guard every now and then messes up with the roads because he was eyeing Miss. Brook the pretty school teacher that walks her Collie every morning. I wonder if anyone sees me. Sitting on the bus bench every morning just watching everyone. For hours and hours having nothing better to do. I don't do much during the day mostly at night. I like to walk around and see the fish in the pond and what not. I want a dog. But I can't afford one. I've been saving up for one. I don't exactly know what kind of dog I want yet I just know I want one. If you take something he wants he will bug you and bug you until he gets it back. If the doesn't work he will work for it. He doesn't show the fact that he's mad often he likes to hide it and the same when he's sad. But when he is sad or mad you will know. Likes and dislikes, well he dislikes himself. He feels like he should try harder and try to get the family he deserves. But freaks when he talks to someone. He needs a friend that the minuet they see him no matter how hard he tries to get away they keep trying to be his friend. Another on of his problems is he doesn't ask or say please and thank you. if you have something he wants he says 'I need that' he doesn't realize he has to say please and thank you. He wasn't taught to do so. Sadly I was pushed into an orphanage and now I live with a new family. I don't get along with them but I kind of feel bad because I shut them out.

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➵ ｗｈａｔ ｙｏｕ ｓｅｅ

. I have shortish hair it's kind of greasy looking sadly, i shower a lot too. It's black and the edges are kind of un even. It's always fluffy or messed up from me running around and forgetting about it. I have no one to look good for. I am a little small I think 5'4" but I don't even know, that might be tall. I can't see well that's why I like it at night so it wouldn't even matter. I need glasses, I had glasses but lost them running from some government person that wanted to shove me into a orphanage. ill admit I am pale and scrawny. But I heard my eyes and hair made me look cute. I look 15 really I hate it but I am 17. My eyes look like a Siberian Husky they are ice blue and really big. I always have a sad look on my face my emotions look sad and/or scared. I look scared when I talk to people because I usually am. Mostly people take something from me if I have anything or make fun of me. Adults are nice and try to help me i never talk to them but deep down inside I want to thank them. Some people give me food and other people usually mostly compliment on my blue eyes and black hair. Some people tease me for my .... ears. I shouldn't have to complain you can tell.

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Ｔｈｅ Ｇｒｅａｔ Ｆｒｉｅｓｉａｎ

name;; This magnificent Friesian's name is Thunder. Based entirely on what you think and know of what Thunder is. That loud boom that comes before the yellow strike in the sky warning you of Lightning, the danger. That's Thunder. Why? Because he usually knows what's going on before others and he acts first then the others follow. When danger comes he's the warning. Like the fast winds before a hurricane or the little cough before a cold.

description;;

Considering the fact that I've been using the word, he and him. I am pretty sure you know the gender of this horse. He is a Male, Stallion. Not Gelding, and defiantly not a mare. A Stallion. Look at him if you really want to know. Thunder is very stubborn and does not open up to people. He likes to hide his emotions and the one way to do that is by hiding them with another, and that's anger. He's very strict and not very nice. The Stallion likes to be alone and weep with his past. Most horses are scared of him or too high to talk to such a low old horse. He's not old though, he's very young and very strong. He doesn't sleep often. That's why other horses let him near them, he's protection like a guard. If he did have someone to talk too he would probably talk to them only. He doesn't like much friend he prefers only one and yet is still looking. He does not get along with other Stallions so he prefers a mare friend, and nothing more at that. Thunder is said to have eyes that blaze and shine. A horse that has confronted him can see their own face full of fear in his eyes. He has large hoofs, for stomping. His breed tends to have so. His coat is completely black no white or brown pattern. His mane is a little darker than the coat same with his tail. His forelock is long and covers his eyes. No horse sees them often. His heads always low towards the ground if not it's up high and his ears too alert. Never relaxed, normal. He has a large scar on his right hoof from a mountain lion attack. Thunder likes the wind. He loves how cold it is and how it brushes against his pelt and blows through his mane. He also likes apples how juicy they are, his favorite treat. What he dislikes? Is Storms he gets angry and wild during them. The sound of the Thunder hurts his ears. When he was young he was forced to pull boxcars and luggage. That sound of the train screaming in his ears made his ears sensitive, almost deaf. He can't hear any noise unless it's really loud. Like Thunder and most of the time it hurts. That's why his other sense's are so well.

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ＭＩＮＴＺ-ＰＬＡＳＳＥ

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3 ｗｏｒｄｓ, 8 ｌｅｔｔｅｒｓ
ｅａｓｙ ｔｏ ｓａｙ,
ｈａｒｄ ｔｏ ｐｒｏｖｅ...
"Ｉ ａｍ ａ " ＺＥＢＲＡ "

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There are two friend named Bill and Fred,
and they happen to be two muffins,
and they are just hanging out in the oven together.


Bill had a really long day at work the little, his little
two blue berry muffin sons got kicked out of elementary
school and he's stressing out.

and in the hot oven he says
"Fred! iiiitttts so HOT IN HERE!" and Fred says...
"Oh my god it's a talking muffin!"
*pause*

but then they get eaten...
by some fat guy

ｎａｍｅ ] My name is Christopher Mintz-plasse as you can tell. To start out I want to tell you that to say the 'plasse' in my last name. Do not say it with an 'ey' sound or 'a' sound. It's not plassa. Say it like the sound of glass, mass, pass, grass. You get it? Further more I like to be called by friends Mint. Real friends, like my best friend, likes to talk to me as if I was his enemy and say my real beginning last name. Mintz, and I call him Smith. For his name is Lucas Smith. Then my family calls me Christopher my whole name but overall acquaintances, teachers, and girls, call me Chris. That's the most popular. Usually right now is here I would explain what my name means but Ill have to get back to you on that. I haven't asked my parents yet.

ｏｂｖｉｏｕｓ ] Yes, this section is necessary. Sadly sometimes people can't tell but I still have to put this down. As you can tell but others can't I am a guy. Which is offensive to me and laugh all you want but I am still making it clear. My age? This ones a little harder to guess. I may look 23 but I am not I am 17. Na, just kidding I don't like 23 just trying to make up for the fact people get confused on my gender. I look more like a middle scholar or freshman than a junior. Just a little info because i believe this should go with my age is that my birthday is on June 20th.

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[ ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ ]

I was born in Los Angeles California as you know on June 20th. That means in school, I couldn't bring in birthday stuff... sadly. But whatever. My father is a very famous lawyer so he's rich. He does like to boss me around a lot and that man is the only one that can make me feel down. As a child I wanted to do theatrical arts but my father kept making me do sports and school clubs. Stuff with Science and Math. It may look awesome to be rich and get to choose almost any career but I don't like it because I am limited still, from my father. For years he's kept forcing me to become a lawyer too and I hate it! But then I just bombed at him convincing the man to let me follow my own dreams and become an actor. I am still limited but I get around. I let people tell me wheat to do because that's what I am just use to doing because of my father. I want to get a girlfriend. Everyone I talk to I end up just becoming their friend the guy that they go too when they are feeling down to get a laugh. I can make anyone laugh if i put my time into it and everyone knows it. But I've never had a serious relationship not even a unserious.

[ ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ ]

I am very outgoing and friendly. I have to admit that I have ton's of friends and I am popular but I am also not disliked by the jocks, nerds, or preppies or any other social class at that. I can make anyone laugh if I tried and I know I've said that before. I am told that I am sweet and nice to everyone. I loose half my school supplies because I am too generous and give things away too much and let people 'borrow them' as long as they like. I just hate making people feel down and putting pressure on them because my father does it to me all the time. I let people boss me around a lot. I don't know why. I tell myself to stand up to everyone and be myself but when the time comes I let my father and everyone put the pressure on me and end up feeling like I was the one doing the bad. I don't get mad often just sulky. Things that can get me mad are blaming things on me that I didn't do like black mail or framing and complaining too much. It annoys me. Usually I can control himself with complaining. But when someone frames me or started yelling at me and I have no clue what for and they don't explain I get super aggravated. I can't fight to save my life Ill admit. that's why i am good at running, hiding and dodging. But what people don't know about me is that the fights I win are the ones I can speak. Like comebacks and what not? The secret to good comeback is sarcasm and I use a lot of that. that's why my father wants me to get a lawyer because I know my way with words and whatever I say I can make it sound cooler than my arguer or make it sound like normal sense. I have a big rich boy attitude that no one knows about. I hide it when I am around other people but if you come to my house I am comfortable with my family and complain and complain. I come up with comebacks so quickly and off the top of my head If i could sing I would be a good rapper or beat boxer. My flaw is that all my popular friends I have aren't my real friends. i have no real friends because they only talk to me to get a laugh. When I am not saying something funny they leave. When I am serious and just need someone to talk too I have no one. The main reason of that is because i think I am too scared to have a friend or a girlfriend. I am too worried that they will just want my jokes or it will end up with them looking for my jokes that I don't go up to anyone and no one has came up to me yet. I've never kissed a girl ill admit and never got kissed. So that means I've never dated. But I get along with girls much more which is funny.

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● This she-cats name is Scarletfeather. Mostly because of her pelt. It's a Scarlet color kind of and the feather was picked because feathers are long and soft, like the texture of her pelt. Yes, she is a she-cat or female whatever you want to call her. She is in NAME OF CLAN and she is a warrior. She Wishes that someday she can become Deputy but know that will never happen. She looks up to the leaders and dreams of being in that position like a child watching a celebrity on t.v. but just like wanting to be deputy looks at herself at average and not capable of holding that position. She has great leadership skills and can make situations seem not as bad as they really are to bring faith to a group. If a group is panicked she can calm them down within a matter or seconds. So all of that goes to her first big skill leadership. But skill as in survival wise she's good at fighting. That's what she mostly does. Fights she knows a lot of battle tactics. Scarletfeather has a great memory, like photographic memory.

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● Scarletfeather's fur obviously is very long. The longest part on her body of which her fur is, is her tail. Her whole pelt is smooth and a leaf could fall on her but instead of getting stuck in her fur it would slide down her back. Her pelt is all dark reddish/orange but with light orange stripes. Her stomach is white and ears are tipped with fur. Her eyes are a light green. Scarletfeather likes no one and never really thought about it. She has seen other couples and wonders what it's like to actually like someone but her being an independent cat she dosent know what it's like to like a tom. She is very sensitive and from that she's been hurt a lot and learned just to stay away from cats so it doesn't happen again. she rarely gets mad and more calm and never shows her sadness but can get sad. If she had any she would be very protective of her loved ones and since she does not have any she's the cat who's protective of her clan. She watches out for them the one cats that's on guard all the time and constantly begging to go on patrols when they insist that she stay at camp and get rest. Her history is not that much. Just that she never knew her littermates or father because the Tom took her brothers and sisters when he left mother. She stayed with her mother in the clans and still too this day doesn't know about her littermates because her mother couldn't talk about it much and now she's gone so she can't ask.

[ clan ] clan here
[ crush ] none
[ position ] warrior

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[ Nickname ]You can call me Chand, Chandy, Chandler
[ Status ] I am VERY Busy
[ rp's ] open except not doing One on One role plays.
[ Like ] Dave Franco, Jesse Eisenberg, Asa Butterfeild, Christopher Mintz-plasse

[ Announcements ] Nothing really... c:

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Apocalypse

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↷↷ＴＨＥ ＯＤＤ ＴＯＭ

" Ｉ ＮＯＴＩＣＥ ＥＶＥＲＹＯＮＥ...
... ＢＵＴ Ｉ ＮＥＶＥＲ ＧＥＴ ＮＯＴＩＣＥＤ"

>> name;; Daykit/paw/light
>> gender;; Tom
>> age;; 21 moons.
>> age;; 21 moons.
>> clan;; clan here
>> position;; Warrior

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>> personality;; Daylight is young so he's energetic and wild. Mostly with himself for he was a lonesome kit from that start. He likes 'exploring' as odd as it sounds. Always finds more things or his way into trouble. When he's not moving around and exploring he's sitting in camp watching the other cats talk, like watching a movie or reading a book. He's always wanted to be in one of these so called books or movies but no cat ever seems to want to talk to him. So, he's alone to venture on and do whatever he needs too. He likes to laugh, for he does it a lot and his age he is so sincere and innocent that a loner is just another cat or a leader is the same as a normal warrior and both are the same level. So he treats everyone with kindness and is fair to every cat. A good but bad thing about him is he doesn't know of pain or death yet. He's felt little pain like falling out of a tree or stubbing a toe but nothing more. He was never invited to battles or patrols for he's the unknown and least talked to cat into he clan so little bloodshed has come to him.

>> history;; A warm milky scent was his first scent ever smelt. In the small cozy den of the queens den. At first it was great sitting alone curled up in the corner. He was happy hearing the odd sounds of cats conversing with each other. Until his eyes opened, he saw that a big cat was curled up with other kits like him and every now and then it would come over to feed him but then go back and go outside to play with the kits and he wad in the corner moss around him, alone. Where was his mother? Then every now and then a strong tom would walk in and play with the kits too, where was his father? From time to time he would want to play outside but no cat wanted to watch him.He thought he was alone and didn't mind it he learned to be on his own until he got a mentor who he loved so dearly and played with all the time and trained. But the mentor passed too and he was left alone again but quickly got back to the feeling for he was alone longer than with someone. Now he's been the same he got named a warrior and then he just sort of helped around every now and then and that's it.

>> skills;; Daylight is good at hunting more than anything and climbing trees. So they prey he catches the most are birds and sometimes squirrels in trees. The skills he's not good at is fighting in general because he only had half his training and hasn't really fought for real yet.

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[list][list][color=#BFBFBF] [size=150][b]ｄ[/b][/size] [size=85]aylight opened his eyes and as normal padded out passing by all the cats without a hello or greeting. He walked over to the fresh kill pile, not to eat but to see what they had or didn't have. Every cat eating mice for a day would be annoying he knew how some days he wanted a vole and other days a finch. So, he decided to set off for a meal. Just two simple pieces of prey to satisfied a young apprentices morning to get the last… mouse! No really a mouse! Thought Daylight crouching down his tail lifting from the grass and within a instant the dead mouse was in his jaws.

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>> name;; Crowfoot
>> gender;; She-cat
>> age;; 25 moons.
>> clan;; clan here
>> position;; Medicine cat

>> personality;; Crowfoot is a shy she-cat. She doesn't speak much but wishes someone would talk to her. She is very smart and whenever someone has a question even about fighting they go to her. She remembers a lot and knows a lot just as much history as the elders do. That's the only cats she gets to talk too, elders. She heals the cats she can and send them to go away. Just doing her job. She would be a great warrior but is too shy to perform tricks at the training arena so really her problem is just being too shy. If she were to talk to someone she would be very cautious and untrusting but if the cat constantly comes up to her not asking for something to talk over time she will loosen up a bit and start, well, acting like a kit. She loves to play and twirl around gleefully if she had a friend. For she has not passed the kits stage because she had no one to play or talk to so her talking to some one gives her great pleaser and she just get over excited.

>> history;; She was born a clan cat and surprisingly knows what herbs to give what cat since she was a kit. As if she has had another life in the future she knows all about herbs. She wants to be a warrior but the clan insisted that she be a medicine cat, didn't force her but most of the cats thought she would do best there. Which she would so she became one to make her clan happy. She loves to talk but is always stuttering about what she says as if she double thinking what she's saying a little too much worried she might say something silly or offensive.


>> skills;; Well of course she is best at being a medicine cat but she's also good at tricking people and has a way with words.

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[list][list][color=#BFBFBF][size=150][b]ｃ[/b][/size][size=85]rowfoot turned her head her tail swishing around her paws as the sunlight shined down onto her face making her eyes squint and ears twitch as she uncomfortably looked for another place to sit. She loved the warm sun on her pelt making it shine but she hated trying to look around the camp and block the sunlight. She stood up and stretched then padded off into a shadowy area which happened to be next to Stormheart. She yawned finally able to look around. 

Her leader was walking out of his den looking sleepy and say the apprentices just emerging too some already at the fresh kill pile, she wasn't surprised. She had been up for quite a while, the first one up today the sun wasn't even starting to come up yet. Her apprentice was snoring all night probably still asleep. He never snored maybe he was ill? She shook her head needing to get the feeling of everyone being sick out of her head and decided the best way to stop thinking about a cats health was to talk to a cat. "Are you feeling well?" she asked the cat next to her, Stormheart. She shook her head. Crowfoot that's about health... she reminded herself. "I mean good morning."[/size][/color][/list][/list]

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"My sins mask theirs.
I have to be bad or they won't look like hero's"

>> name;; Jetfur, Jet
>> gender;; Tom
>> age;; 32 moons.
>> clan;; none rouge
>> position;; none

>> personality;; Jetfur is a dark and unhappy cat. he is very independent and does not believe in love or a companion. He's felt love once and that was his mother but forgets it like everyday step he takes. He may say you are a friend and speaks as if he depends on you but more than likely he just wants something from you or is using you in some sort of way. He comes up with ideas and does not like people speaking for himself. He never gets sad for the sadness is always replaced by anger. If you see him sad, which will never happen, something is terribly wrong. His weakness is help. if someone helps him or risks their life for him he gets weak and feels bad but then within the hour it goes away.

>> history;; Jetfur was born a runt in the clan. His father and mother passed away and sibling left the clan. he wanted to stay and be apart of the clan. Nothing was bad he just became distant and nothing more than a warrior. Never recognized or called out to do patrols unless they spotted him. He became tired of that and seeked more trying to take over the clan. His attempt failed but he waited and waited growing older and smarter gathering more cats ready for battle. More cats within the clan died and more joined half the cats only hear of him as a elder tale and if they saw his face they wouldn't know who he is, which is an advantage.


>> skills;; Sneaking he's very good at it and he's very small so getting around and acting like an apprentice is good. He's very thin with Jet-black fur so he can hide well, stalk.

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[list][list][color=#BFBFBF][size=150][b]ｃ[/b][/size][size=85]rowfoot turned her head her tail swishing around her paws as the sunlight shined down onto her face making her eyes squint and ears twitch as she uncomfortably looked for another place to sit. She loved the warm sun on her pelt making it shine but she hated trying to look around the camp and block the sunlight. She stood up and stretched then padded off into a shadowy area which happened to be next to Stormheart. She yawned finally able to look around. 

Her leader was walking out of his den looking sleepy and say the apprentices just emerging too some already at the fresh kill pile, she wasn't surprised. She had been up for quite a while, the first one up today the sun wasn't even starting to come up yet. Her apprentice was snoring all night probably still asleep. He never snored maybe he was ill? She shook her head needing to get the feeling of everyone being sick out of her head and decided the best way to stop thinking about a cats health was to talk to a cat. "Are you feeling well?" she asked the cat next to her, Stormheart. She shook her head. Crowfoot that's about health... she reminded herself. "I mean good morning."[/size][/color][/list][/list]