Erased Text (Tiger RP; Open!)

[ossa di cervo]

Everyone accepted. x3 Dunno why I missed your post earlier, Gwen, but sure! Workin' on the firsts posts as I type. ^^

[Teacup-old]

{I changed my mind. I want to try to keep to just Lyra so I can focas on getting my muse back. Can you delete Zareb and (Aztec) please? I need to get my head straight.

Eh, sorry I caught you late.}

[ossa di cervo]

((It's fine if you still want them gone. x3 I lied, I'm NOW going to start on the first post. I had to get all that up there, as you noticed.))

[Teacup-old]

{lol, Yeah. I already have Lyra's template set up. Her picture is so adorable! <3 I'm waiting for your first post incase you want Otava and Lyra to be in a fight right away or something.}

[major tom]

Name: Tegue [Pronounced "Tay-goo-ay"]
Age: Fifteen months
Occupation: Yearling, but he aspires to one day be a great Seer.
Mentor: Any Seer who'll have him.
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tegue likes to wear a collection of small, multi-colored rings on his tail as well as a zinc stud just above his right eye, where the eyebrow would be on a human. He is also small for his age and not particularly strong, but he makes up for that with his nimbleness and energetic nature.
Personality: He can be eccentric and daring at times, but he is actually not very bold with an audience; he enjoys being with his friends and tribemates. Tegue detests being alone most of the time, but he likes to get away and spend some time by himself ocassionally. He is not one to accept a dare; like many yearlings his age, he is impulsive. This yearling is usually even-tempered; he just wants to play, not fight. He is not distracted very easily if something genuinely interests him, and if that happens, Tegue engages in it with almost as though it were an obsession. He gets attached to things too easily; he is easy to trust and quite loyal, but he also trusts too easily. He tries to be wary when he can, especially where strangers and new things are considered, but his natural curiosity often deters that. He is eager to please and not very picky as well.
History: Tegue never met his father, and his sister died shortly after birth. Nothing extraordinary.
Anything Else? He has a slight obsession with the night sky, especially the stars.

Take every chance, drop every fear. Never look back. Never let go.

[Harpy•]

MAJOR WIP

Name: Tegue [Pronounced "Tay-goo-ay"]
Age: Fifteen months
Occupation: Yearling, but he aspires to one day be a great Seer.
Mentor: Any Seer who'll have him.
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tegue likes to wear a collection of small, multi-colored rings on his tail as well as a zinc stud just above his right eye, where the eyebrow would be on a human.
Personality: WIP
History: Tegue
Anything Else?

I beez his Mentor! 8D If that's okay with you, anyways. xD

[major tom]

[[Sounds great; thank you! That was quick. . . X'3 I'll hurry to get him finished; he already was, but when I tried to post him, my Internet decided to run away from me. x.x;;;

Mehhh. . . . Exams tomorrow. And the next day. And the next day. . . -__________-"]]

[ossa di cervo]

I'm a trouble-maker, never been a faker,
Doin' things my own way and never givin' up,
I'm a trouble-maker, not a double-taker,
I don't have the patience to keep it on the up.

The leaves were rustling quietly in the giant forest. An almost serene scene as the light filtered through the many layers of leaves and down to Earth to touch the soft soil with light fingertips. The tribe was bustling with activity at this hour, even though most jobs didn't require much movement nowadays. The tribe had fought back all the evils the world could throw at them and these tigers, with their glistening armor shining proudly on their backs, had time to relax. Though most were bustling about, some were lounging in the center of the tribe, skin bulging from between the plates of armor.

Among these many tigers who lounged was a maltese, who had claimed the sunniest piece he could find, though it had been claimed before. But to this large cat, that didn't matter. Why would anything matter when he had paws large enough to wrap around a huntress's head, or around the body of an entire kit? No, this tiger had simply pushed all the others out of his spot until he achieved his goal. Anyone viewing from a distance would be able to tell within an instant, that this tiger wasn't favored among the tribe from the foul looks that he got as he laid there, lazily lounging in the sunshine.

This tiger, Otava as he was called, was laying with his eyes open to the world. He couldn't trust his own tribe-mates, so he usually lounged with his eyes open just to be sure no one came up behind him and tore at him, trying to steal his prized location. His tail twitched up and down steadily, the silver band around the end of his tail creating small dust clouds with each collision upon the dusty earth. There was nothing that could bother this tiger who glorified himself above all others and wore a wide grin across his face.

~*~*~

It would be nice, to start over again,
Before we were men, I'd give, I'd bend,
Let's play pretend.

A young tiger, no more then one year old, ran across the tribe grounds. Her toes were encased in jewelry, all of which shined with different colors and sizes. Most peculiar though, was that when the tiger's tongue slipped from her jaw a silver stud could be seen glittering in the sunlight. This little, shining tigress, was pouncing on little leaves, or small bugs and her ears almost never stopped moving as she listened to one sound, then another and so on. Every few moments, the young girl would stop and talk to an elder or warrior, admire their armor, then be on her way again.

Little Astel loved the armor warriors wore and couldn't wait to reach the age that she could get some herself. To wear the gold or silver platings was one of the most honorable things in Astel's mind. To her it took courage, loyalty and guts to get that armor, or even to forge that armor. Simple enough was the life of the tribe, but Astel could never quite wrap her mind around the metal work her fellow tribe-mates did. It was so complexly simple that it was hard for her little mind to pay attention. Every time she tried to learn about it, she'd get a headache quickly and have to run off, claiming she'd seen something of interest elsewhere.

As this thought ran through her mind, she thought of her mentor, Kat. Oh, how Astel loved Kat. She was so intelligent and oh, so very pretty. There wasn't another tiger in the tribe Astel admired more then her beloved mentor. With those quick thoughts, Astel was on her way, looking for Kat. Her paws would leap off the ground as her eyes shot around the tribe-grounds and her ears whizzed with different sounds. There was no way Astel could miss Kat among all these tigers. She simply.. stood out. "Katana?!" Astel raced around the rather large tribe-grounds in search of her mentor and occasionally stuck her head into the small hut like sleeping places her people had built. Instantly, the tiger would remember her manner and pull her head out, mutter a quick apology and set back off, looking for Katana.

((I'll write for Fleck later. :3))

[~<3ADTR<3~]

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Name:Aero
Age:7 months
Occupation: (Warrior, Seer, Hunter, Yearling) yearling
Mentor: (If yearling.. Which is, you know, under 1 year..)
Gender:male
Appearance: (If they have scars or wear certain pieces of jewelry, etc.)none
Personality:hiper, nice, willing to learn
History: (This is optional because I expect most of the tigers were born into this "tribe", but just in case some aren't or they lost cubs/mates) born in to tribe
Anything Else?

none

[Teacup-old]

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.L. .y. .r. .a.
I am in misery,
There ain't no other,
Who can comfort me,
Why won't you answer me?

The small female allowed a snarl to cross her maw; her canine coverings glistening in the sun. The grey maltese tiger that was lounging in the best sun spot was angering her. She wanted to lounge in the sun there, and she wanted to do it now. She stood, panting as her canine coverings were shown off. She currently wasn't wearing her claw casings, but her teeth had no issue with wearing them around every hour of every day. "Get up." she snarled, looking down at the large male. He wasn't afriad. She had worked up a name as one of the few females who would fight against another male.

The female, known by the name Lyra, had worked her whole life to keep her title up, and she wanted the sun spot. Her green eyes never left his face, looking for any expression. Of course, her face never changed. Her ears went back, her jaws still wide open. "I want that spot and I'm not leaving 'til I get it, got that." she smirked, thinking about the joy she will have as she gains her spot on the golden throne for sunning yourself. Although the female never wore much armor or jewlery, in fact she only wore her casings, she was still not the one to back down in a fight.

Your silence is slowly killing me,
You really got me bad,
I'm gonna get you back,
Gonna get you back.

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