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*Sandstorm* wrote:
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Name: Brightspots
Gender: She-Cat
Age: 18 moons
Rank: Warrior
Rank wanted: Leader, if possible one day
Kin*: A father, named Onesoul. But she dosn't like him considering he abondon her to a clan, and left {May be introduced later}
Mate*: ---
Crush*: ---
Apprentice/Mentor: Needs Apprentice
Personality: She is a very kind and considerate cat. She enjoys being incharge. Not to mention she is nosy and can't hold her tongue that well. Although, she's is nice, kind, considerate, and thoughtful. She's also fun to be around, and loves making friends.
Description: In photo
History*: ---
Other: HAZELCLAN!
Wohlan Freund!
Jetzt hier ist ein Sieg.
Dies ist der erste Gloria.
O, mein Freund!
Feiern wir diesen Sieg, für den nächsten Kampf!
Our part of District 12, nicknamed the Seam, is usually crawling with coal miners heading out to the morning shift at this hour. Men and women with hunched shoulders, swollen knuckles, many who have long since stopped trying to scrub the coal dust out of there broken nails, the lines of their sunken faces. But today the black cinder streets are empty. Shutters on the squat gray houses are closed. The reaping isn't until two. May as well sleep in. If you can.~The Hunger Games~
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Wohlan Freund!
Jetzt hier ist ein Sieg.
Dies ist der erste Gloria.
O, mein Freund!
Feiern wir diesen Sieg, für den nächsten Kampf!
Our part of District 12, nicknamed the Seam, is usually crawling with coal miners heading out to the morning shift at this hour. Men and women with hunched shoulders, swollen knuckles, many who have long since stopped trying to scrub the coal dust out of there broken nails, the lines of their sunken faces. But today the black cinder streets are empty. Shutters on the squat gray houses are closed. The reaping isn't until two. May as well sleep in. If you can.~The Hunger Games~
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Our part of District 12, nicknamed the Seam, is usually crawling with coal miners heading out to the morning shift at this hour. Men and women with hunched shoulders, swollen knuckles, many who have long since stopped trying to scrub the coal dust out of there broken nails, the lines of their sunken faces. But today the black cinder streets are empty. Shutters on the squat gray houses are closed. The reaping isn't until two. May as well sleep in. If you can.~The Hunger Games~
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