Hazard Cats are long legged felines with quite a few robotic qualities.
Their tails are about the length of their body, split into two pieces,
and connected by some form of energy. The glass screens on their
chest are most commonly known to show a heartbeat, but many other
glowing images can appear there. These images mirror the cat’s
health in one way or another. Some cats have static on their screens,
but beware, those cats are as dangerous as they are rare! The picture
on the screen will always match the color of the cat’s eyes, which
typically have hollowed pupils. Hazards have three eyes, but the center
one is almost always covered with a band-aid or something similar.
This is because of the often dangerous powers that are channeled
through the third eye. Grates on the cats’ sides aid in breathing and
can also emit a steam, sound and mist, as well as a strange goo.
Their large ears allow them to hear potential prey miles away and make
them skilled trackers, but they are easily overwhelmed by too much
noise. Thanks to their strong legs, Hazard cats can reach speeds up to
fifty miles per hour and leap near ten feet up.
What a weird kid...
Their screen's blank despite them being alive and the knife in the back doesn't seem to be a wound. The ends of their blindfold and tiny crown float around for some reason
Anything that basically explains who this cat is will be a boost!
Prettying and one extra are allowed!
Ending June 10th 17th
Their screen's blank despite them being alive and the knife in the back doesn't seem to be a wound. The ends of their blindfold and tiny crown float around for some reason
Anything that basically explains who this cat is will be a boost!
Prettying and one extra are allowed!
Ending June 10th 17th
SnakeScales wrote:__________________________
xxxxxᴜꜱᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ:
Ｓ Ｎ Ａ Ｋ Ｅ
Ｓ Ｃ Ａ Ｌ Ｅ Ｓ
xxxxxɴᴀᴍᴇ:
Ａ Ｌ Ｅ Ｃ Ｉ Ａ xx
Ｊ Ｈ Ｏ Ｎ Ｅ Ｓx
"ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱-𝔅𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡
𝔗𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔱-𝔖𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔯"
xxxxxɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:
Ｆ Ｅ Ｍ Ａ Ｌ Ｅ
xxxxxᴄᴀʀᴇᴇʀ:
__________________________ᴵ ʰᵘᵍᵍᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃˡˡ, ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒˡᵈ ˢᵗᵒⁿᵉ ᶜʰⁱˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵐʸ ˢᵖⁱⁿᵉ, ᵐʸ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰ ˢʰᵃˡˡᵒʷ ᵃˢ ᴵ ᶜʳᵉᵖᵗ
ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒʳʳⁱᵈᵒʳˢ, ᵐʸ ᵉʸᵉˢ ˢᵗʳᵃⁱⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈⁱᵐ ᶜᵃⁿᵈˡᵉˡⁱᵍʰᵗ. ᴵ ʷᵃⁱᵗᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ
ᵐʸ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵛⁱˢⁱᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵘˡˡʸ ᵃᶜᵗⁱᵛᵃᵗᵉ. ᴼⁿᶜᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵈⁱᵈ ⁱᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵉqᵘᵃˡ ᵗᵒ ᶠˡⁱᵖᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ
ˢʷⁱᵗᶜʰ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ᵇʳᵃⁱⁿ; ᵒⁿᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ ᵐᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵃ ʰⁱᵈᵈᵉⁿ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵘᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ˢⁱˡᵉⁿᵗ
ˢʰᵃᵈᵒʷ ˢᵗʳᵉᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᶜʳᵒˢˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃʳᵖᵉᵗᵉᵈ ᶠˡᵒᵒʳ. ᴵ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵒʳ ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵉᵉᵏⁱⁿᵍ, qᵘⁱᶜᵏˡʸ ᵃⁿᵈ
qᵘⁱᵉᵗˡʸ ˢˡⁱᵖᵖⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿˢⁱᵈᵉ, ᵃˡᵐᵒˢᵗ ˢⁱˡᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ᶜˡᵒˢⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵒʳ ᵇᵉʰⁱⁿᵈ ᵐᵉ. ᴺᵒ ᵍᵘᵃʳᵈˢ, ᴵ ᵒᵇˢᵉʳᵛᵉᵈ. ᴮᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ
ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵈᵒⁿᵉ qᵘⁱᶜᵏ, ᵇᵉˢᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃˢ ˢᵒᵒⁿ ᵃˢ ᵖᵒˢˢⁱᵇˡᵉ ⁱⁿ
ᶜᵃˢᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵘᵃʳᵈˢ ᵃʳᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵗᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ. ᴵ ˢᵘʳᵛᵉʸᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᵒᵐ, ˡᵒᵒᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵒⁿᵉ
ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵖᵃʳᵗⁱᶜᵘˡᵃʳ. ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ ⁱᵗ ⁱˢ: ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳⁱⁿᶜᵉ'ˢ ʲᵒᵘʳⁿᵃˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵒᵒᵏ ᵒᶠ ᵇᵃᵗᵗˡᵉ ˢᵗʳᵃᵗᵉᵍⁱᵉˢ. ᴵ ᵍˡᵃⁿᶜᵉᵈ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵒᵈʸ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳⁱⁿᶜᵉ. ˢᵒ ᵖᵉᵃᶜᵉᶠᵘˡ . . . ʸᵉᵗ, ʰᵒʷ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ʰᵉ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ⁱⁿ ᵖᵉᵃᶜᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵏⁱⁿᵍᵈᵒᵐ ⁱˢ ᶠᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵖᵃʳᵗ? ˢᵒ ˢᵉˡᶠ⁻ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵉʳᵉᵈ. ᴵ ʳᵉᵃᶜʰᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ᵇᵃᵍ,
ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍʳᵃᵇᵇᵉᵈ ᵐʸ ᵈᵃᵍᵍᵉʳ. ᴴᵉ ᵈᵉˢᵉʳᵛᵉˢ ⁱᵗ, ᴵ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐʸˢᵉˡᶠ. ᴬ qᵘⁱᶜᵏ ᵐᵒᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ
ᵖᵃʷ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵈᵒⁿᵉ. ᴬ ᵗʰⁱⁿ ᵗʳⁱᶜᵏˡᵉ ᵈʳⁱᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵈᵒʷⁿ, ˢᵒᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃʳᵖᵉᵗ, ˢᵗᵃⁱⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ
ᵃˡʳᵉᵃᵈʸ ʳᵉᵈ ᶠᵃᵇʳⁱᶜ. ᴵ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵒᵒᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵃᵗ ʰⁱᵐ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ᶜᵒᵘᵖˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐⁱⁿᵘᵗᵉˢ. ᵀʰᵉⁿ,
ᴵ ˢʷⁱᵖᵉ ʰⁱˢ ʲᵒᵘʳⁿᵃˡ, ˢˡⁱᵈⁱⁿᵍ ⁱᵗ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵇᵃᵈ. ˢʷⁱᶠᵗˡʸ ᵃˢ ᴵ ᵉⁿᵗᵉʳᵉᵈ, ᴵ ˡᵉᶠᵗ
ʰⁱˢ ʳᵒᵒᵐ. ᴵ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ʰⁱᵐ, x ᵖ ᵉ ᵃ ᶜ ᵉ ᶠ ᵘ ˡ ˡ ʸ x ˢ ˡ ᵉ ᵉ ᵖ ⁱ ⁿ ᵍ .
ᴺᵒᵗ ⁿᵉᶜᵉˢˢᵃʳⁱˡʸ ᵃ ᵐᵘʳᵈᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱʳᵉ ⁽ˢʰᵉ ᵖʳᵉᶠᵉʳˢ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ᵃⁿ ᵃˢˢᵃˢˢⁱⁿ⁾, ˢʰᵉ ᵃˢˢᵃˢˢⁱⁿᵃᵗᵉˢ
"ᶠᵒʳ ʲᵘˢᵗⁱᶜᵉ" ⁽ⁱⁿ ʰᵉʳ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ⁾. ᴵⁿ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ' ᵉʸᵉˢ, ʰᵉʳ ⁱᵈᵉᵃ ᵒᶠ "ʲᵘˢᵗⁱᶜᵉ" ⁱˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵈᵉᶠⁱⁿⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿ.
