Xarkla's Creatures

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My Kittyloafs

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::Count::

6 Females
1 Males
1 Side Character

::Pride Count::

1 Tempest Pack
3 Iris Pride
1 Lexis Tribe
1 Loner

1 Scavenger

Felines

Xarkla

Icefang

Twister

Ember

Caines

Astrid

Other

Deadly Mix

Active

Xarkla

Icefang

Astrid

Twister

Ember

Deceased

Alarico [Inactivity - Low muse]

Venus [Low muse]

Oreo [No muse]

Lilith [Died in war]

Breeding Log

*Venus x Surge = Astrid
^Venus x Surge = Tyrant
^Venus x Surge = Montgomery
^Venus x Surge = Course

*Xarkla x Buddy = Twister
^Xarkla x Buddy = Pyramid
^Xarkla x Buddy = Cherish
^Xarkla x Buddy = Joy

*Icefang x Streiter = Ember
^Icefang x Streiter = Crouse

*Astrid x Tazo = ?
^Astrid x Tazo = ?
Astrid x Tazo = ?

* = Character is played by me
^= One parent is mine, and baby is played by another player.

[xarkla]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/28ur1vp.png] "Speech!" Xarkla Name: Xarkla Nickname: Xark, Xar Gender: Female Species: Leopard Cat Age: 8 years Mother: --- Father: --- Rank: Lexis Tribe; Hunter Height: 18 inches Weight: 4.9 Ibs Eye color: Brown Mate: Buddy Crush: -- Lusts for: --- Childern: Pyramid, Twister, Joy, Cherish Siblings: ----- Friends: --- Enemies: Tempest Pack; Most dogs, Florence Kill List: --- Dreams: To make the war stop between dogs and cats Fights: Won: 0/0 Lost: 0/0 Killed: 0/0 Personality: Xarkla is a small cat with a large heart. She is caring feline that dedicates her life to caring for her family. She loves kittens and may here and there adopt a pup or two. She is able to get along well with most species, though she is careful. This female is quite graceful and good at keeping on her feet. Xarkla does have a few issues. She prefers to keep hidden as she doesn't enjoy drawing any extra attention to herself. You'll most likely find her hidden up in some trees or hidden along the grass. Xarkla is a daydreamer and is more likely to fail at hunting since the littlest things distract her. She is always more concern about others then her own well-being. Xarkla is willing to make sure friends, and family are healthy and safe before she looks after herself. Besides, the flaws of keeping herself hidden, she isn't the cleanest feline either. This female prefers a good rough housing and rolling in the dirt, over making her coat sparkle clean. She prefers to be out during the day, soaking up the suns rays. She feels less cautious as she can blend in with the day time surrounds. Xarkla isn't the type of cat to pick fights with anybody. Nor, does she really take a side. Xarkla finds it to be a waste for blood to be shed, and more innocent lives to be wasted. Health: 100% Mental: 100% Status: Healthy Dieases/Problems: Has no hackles, [so it's just VERY thin fur that covers that area of exposed skin] due to being tortured by Buddy and Florence. She also has scars covering her body. History: Xarkla had a good life. A family of four that she loved so dearly. There was her mother, father, and little sister. Xarkla loved her family with all her heart, and enjoys the days of romping around with her sister in the woods. That was until' the disease hit. Once, the humans started to drop dead like flies, all the domestic dogs that had been locked up, started to escape. They murdered cats, in hopes of making dogs the dominate race. Then, one winter cold night, she heard the cries of her sister ringing through the night air. Her heart pumps with blood, as her legs burning with adrenaline as she struggles to keep running at top speed. As, she arrives at the scent the scent of rusty iron hits her nose, making her eyes water. Before, her layed the brutally disabled body of her little sister. The dogs that wished to rule, started to howl in victory of another successful kill. A yowl of pain ripples from her maw as she cries at the sight of her sibling. The dogs had heard her cry of pain as they started to run at her. Their eyes filled with the dreaded lust for the thought of another kill. They were power hunger animals...no longer the domesticated pets that humans once loved and cherished. Xarkla scaled up the tree, panting as she looked down at the dogs that murdered, who she loved. Xarkla now realized this had to stop. No more innocent lives were to be murdered and no more blood shed. This was why she joined the Lexis Tribe.

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[xarkla]

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Icefang

Name: Icefang

Nickname: Ice, Icey

Gender: Female

Species: {White} Lioness

Age: 7 years

Mother: ---

Father: ---

Rank: Iris Pride; Warrior

Height: 3 feet, 6 inches at the shoulder

Weight: 300 Ibs

Eye color: Blue

Mate: ----

Crush: Amoraq

Lusts for: ---

Childern: Crouse, Ember

Siblings: -----

Friends: ---

Enemies: Tempest Pack; Lexis Tribe; All cats and dogs. Most species.

Kill List:

Dreams: To make Iris Pride rule all others

Fights:
Won: Several
Lost: Few
Killed: Several xD

Personality:
Icefang is a major bitch. She does believe she is much more beautiful and higher than everyone else. The only people she will respect is the higher ranks within her pride. Though, she only does this because they are a higher rank, not because she actually respects them. Icefang also tends to dislike males. Doesn't matter what species. She feels that their is no such thing as love as she has never recived it when she was a cub. Her beliefs are that males just pretend to love and end up giving you children, you won't want.

This female loves to fight, and is willing to pick a fight with anyone. She has the muscle power and rarely flees from a battle. This cat prefers to be alone and is more likely to be a hated cat with barely any friends. Friends, must gain HER respect than the other way around.

Icefang does have a soft side though she wouldn't even show it to children. She dislikes children and will even kill them if they bug her. This female will use the chance to kill any cubs she has if motherly-instict doesn't get in the way. She isn't a female to mess with.

Health: 100%

Mental: 100%

Status: Healthy

Dieases/Problems: ---

History: This feline used to be a sweet, adventrous child that enjoyed making her parents happy. Her family loved her, white coat and all. That was until' she was introduced to the pride. The pride, make fun of Icefang and her family for having a white lion cub. Her family rejected her as they were the laughing stock of the pride for having such a odd looking daughter. Her siblings would taut her and she became the 'albino child'. Icefang was sick of being rejected by everyone, espcially her own family. When, she stopped nursing from the females that were forced to give her milk, she ran away.

This moment in life, made her turn cold-hearted and vicious. The female soon learned that only when she was in season that the males would flock to her and tell her she was "beautiful". This made her hate males, as to her they are only focused on hormones. The feline always hated children as they remind her of all the other cubs who use to bully her. Rarely, will a child ever become close to her.

Icefang had to scavenge from kills as she failed at hunting from her gene trait. This made her constantly have to fight other animals for kills, this build up her muscle making her a good fighter. She strives to join the Iris Pride, so that she could be a Warrior and feared by others that cross her path.

(The Time of Angels)

Name: Deadly Mix
Gender: Male
Age: 5 years
Species: Naja Siamensis (Spitting Cobra)

(Flesh and Stone)

Appearance:
Personality: Deadly Mix is what his name suggests him. A similar personality to his companion. The snake tends to throw up his hood at any walking trespasser. A hiss tends to leave his lips each time he finishes a sentence and normally he empathises his hisses each time he uses a word with the letter 's'. This cobra is quite cold, and doesn't enjoy to be around anyone else besides Icefang. He is a slave to her, and looks up to the white lioness. Deadly Mix does tend to be at times stubborn, giving Icefang a hard time when she wants him to leave her alone. This snake would never harm the lioness and does strike out at others or 'spit venom' at his victims if he doesn't get to bite. The cobra laughs when others are in pain and enjoys others being fearful at the sight of him.

As the snake slithers on the ground he prefers to curl around Icefang's snake so he can stay with her. He hates to be left behind and is glued to the female's hip.

(Partners in Crime)

Associated Character: Icefang
History: Icefang and Deadly Mix met when the lioness was a young adult. She had been on her own for some quite time. The female was fascinated at how the two colors of the snake mixed. The feline stayed around the cobra, and soon he accepted her. Icefang gave her new friend the name of Deadly Mix, referring to his unique scale pattern. He was unique, just like Icefang and so similar in personality. The cobra soon found it easy to curl around the feline's neck as she got frustrated on waiting for the snake to catch up with her long strides. The two became best friends, never seen without each other.

The cobra looked up to the lioness, doing what she wished. If it made Icefang happy, Deadly Mix was glad to do it. The snake protects Icefang and she protects him. The two are matched for each other, as they are both so alike.

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/2a5kavo.jpg] "Speech!" Venus Name: Venus Nickname: --- Gender: Female Species: {Black} German Shepherd Age: 4 years Mother: Father: Rank: Tempest Pack; The Order of the Fang Height: 24 inches Weight: 60 Ibs Eye color: Brown Mate: Surge {Deceased} Crush: --- Lusts for: --- Childern: Tyrant, Astrid, Montgomery, Course Siblings: ----- Friends: Kinkyfox, Surge Enemies: Cats. Kill List: Dreams: To settle with a mate and have children. Fights: Won: 0/0 Lost: 0/0 Killed: 0/0 Personality: Venus is a shepherd with a big heart. She loves puppies and hopes to one day settle in with a mate and a family of children. Though, you must be asking why would a kind-hearted creature such as Venus join the Tempest Pack? She hates cats. The thought of the stupid furballs sends her fur on end. Besides, that Venus is a heart breaker. She enjoys all the attention she recieves. Even if it's a simple conpliment to just showing affection. Venus can be sassy and loves to tease the males of her species. It could be a wolf to a little Chihuahua. She just loves to see the males fall and drool over her once she walks by. Venus is able to get along with females as she always thinks she is way more beautiful. Never does she ever get jealous over another bitch. If so, Venus makes them look bad and constantly mocks them about the tinest flaws they have. Venus does respect her higher ranks and isn't that shallow that she would steal a mate from another female. You'll most likely find Venus flirting with male company or playing with the puppies of the pack, as this is what she enjoys. Health: 100% Mental: 100% Status: Healthy Dieases/Problems: --- History: Venus was a puppy that was the only black puppy in her litter of 3. Her parents were shocked at the rare color as she was a solid black and didn't have any other colors mixed in. Being with 2 other sisters, had it's advanages. Most of the males she met would flirt with her as the color she wore was more different. Of course their were males that had looked at her sisters and eventually her sibling got mates and had their litter of puppies. Venus would always play with her nephews and neices, but she was content of flirting with all the males. Yet, she hadn't found one that treated her like a queen and loved her for herself, not her coat. Venus was still young. She knew she could wait before settling down with a family. The only problem she had was cats. The female simply dispised the cats as most dogs were prone to do. The caine could tolerate them and rarely had reason to kill one. Venus wasn't a power hungry animal.

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/2dbtf1l.jpg] "Speech!" Oreo Name: Oreo Nickname: --- Gender: Male Species: Liver-spotted Dalmatian Age: 3 years old Mother: Sage Father: Ink Rank: Loner Height: 25 inches [when full-grown] Weight: 60 Ibs [when full-grown] Eye color: Brown Mate: ---- Crush: ---- Lusts for: --- Childern: --- Siblings: Pepper, Quill, Kari, Friends: His family Enemies: --- Kill List: --- Dreams: To stay close with his family Fights: Won: 0/0 Lost: 0/0 Killed: 0/0 Personality: Oreo is like the typical puppy. He enjoys to get down and dirty. This puppy tends to be adventurous which can get him into a whole lot of trouble. No matter how many lectures he gets, he can't help but want to explore the world around him. Oreo tends to be clumsy and isn't the type of puppy that would serve good as a guard. Due to his problem of being near-sighted, he always squints to help see far distance objects. This causes him to be clumsy as he can't see what's in front of him for more than a foot away. Oreo tends to easily get scared since he can't see properly. Oreo depends on his sense of smell and hearing, and because of this he can hear and smell slightly better than other dogs. This puppy loves his family and tends to keep close relationships to them. He is a loner and probably will consider joining Lexis Tribe later on in life. Oreo has nothing against cats or dogs, doesn't matter the size, age, or breed. He judges creatures on their personality and sometimes their past. He doesn't get angry easily, but will get more serious as he becomes older and will think before he acts as he learns from experience. Due, to Oreo's problem he is easily scared and tends to get annoyed but never angry by it. When he is upset, he goes to visit his family as he finds comfort around them. Health: 100% Mental: 100% Status: Healthy Dieases/Problems: Near-sighted History: ----

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/e9gmz6.jpg] "Speech!" Astrid Name: Astrid Nickname: -- Gender: Female Species: Belgian Tervuren x German Shepherd Age: 6 years old Mother: Venus [dead] Father: Surge [dead] Rank: Tempest Pack; Hunter Height: 22 inches [adult] Weight: 40 Ibs [adult] Eye color: Brown Mate: Tazo Crush: --- Lusts for: --- Childern: ?, ? Siblings: Tyrant, Montgomery, Course Friends: Tazo Enemies: Cats, Corbis Kill List: -- Dreams: Show males, girls are tough Fights: Won: 0/0 Lost: 0/0 Killed: 0/0 Personality: :Tomboy: Astrid being the only female in her litter, is a major tomboy. She believes anything a male can do, she can do to, but better. Harsh words and actions won't make her give up, but try even harder. Astrid hates it when her siblings refuse to let her join a game. She'll try to beat up the more dominate brother, in order to be allowed to play. Growing up with boys, has made her a tough little girl. :Dirty dirty girl: Astrid always has dirt stuck to her coat, and twigs and leaves caught in it, also. She isn't so much worried about her self-image and what others think of her like her mother. :Shatter my heart: Once, Astrid becomes older, she'll be more like her mother flirting with others. She isn't the type to become clingy and want a mate to soon, as she is fearful of getting her heart crushed. Astrid is a sweetheart and only becomes close to males, if she can trust them. :Murderer: Being born in Tempest Pack has taught her to hate felines. The sight of one, makes her go crazy and with it the bloodlust to kill. Astrid's murderous side is unpredicable. Sometimes she'll make a quick kill, others she'll torture cats. When she is enraged, she'll make any animal to torture, and feel her pain. Health: 100% Mental: 100% Status: Healthy Dieases/Problems: Hip dysplasia, Scars from [Corbis] who bit her, causing scars over the left side of her chest. This has caused her limited movement in her left shoulder which causes her to tire easily. History: --

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/eqwf2b.jpg] "Speech!" Twister Name: Twister Nickname: Twisted, Twist Gender: Female Species: Leopard Cat x Scottish Wildcat Age: 5 years old Mother: Xarkla Father: Buddy Rank: Iris Pride Height: 16 inches Weight: 14 Ibs Ibs Eye color: Brown Mate: ---- Crush: --- Lusts for: --- Childern: --- Siblings: Pyramid, Joy, Cherish Friends: --- Enemies: Tempest Pack; All dogs Kill List: -- Dreams: Kill canines Fights: Won: Few Lost: None Killed: None yet Personality: Twister is exactly what her name suggests. A twister. A unpredictable feline. The kitten may seem like a sweet innocent girl when you first meet her. She acts shy and as if she's easily frighten. Though when challenged, insulted, accused, or if she just hates you, she's a completely different person. She takes after Buddy and when torturing or attacking a victim she is dangerous. She can't control herself, as a hidden sadistic, murderous side shows. Twister is a great hunter and climber like her mother. Besides, the fact she can be different people depending on who you are to her, she is a carefree going type of girl. She does tend to be to nosy and curious, which can lead to the cause of her death or much unwanted trouble. Twist enjoys making her family happy, and playing with her siblings. Twister might be nosy but she tends to be a little careful around strangers. She's heard the story of her mother's dead sibling and for that she hates canines. The feline hides up in trees whenever a stranger is near and she doesn't trust them. Twister plans to join Iris Pride in hopes to defeat Tempest Pack. If that ever happens, she'll leave to live with her family in peace. Health: 100% Mental: 100% Status: Healthy Dieases/Problems: ----- History: ---

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[xarkla]

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+ PERSONALITY |

Alarico is quite the wolf. Having a strong dislike to felines and the urge to rip them from limb to limb. Being his breed and species he finds himself to be respected by other canines and felines. Being a big boy, he's demanding, stubborn and a bad ass. Rico believes he doesn't need a reason to kill someone. You make one wrong step or move, he's right there, lunging for your throat. Alarico is the type of wolf that does have a sweet soft side and defiantly shows favoritism. You can tell as he's more gentle with certain creatures than others. Rico prefers to roam with his own breed, not really getting along to well with other canines even if he's in Tempest Pack.

When a feline is captured by this male, he is quite cruel and unleashed his dark side to full power. No mercy shows in his eyes as he makes sure to make your death an extra painful and long one if you do the unthinkable to harm or hurt the ones he cares about. Alarico doesn't believe in sparing his victims or at least letting them go without punishment. The only creatures that can demand anything without having a chance of being tortured, is the canines that have broken past that tough exterior and have found their way into his heart. Though he really only shows what he feels towards those that break through when their alone. Being one to keep up that bad ass appearance, he hates to make others think that he has grown soft.

• likes | Canines, family/friends
• dislikes | Those that aren't his breed, felines
• goals | Have canines rule Hexasol
• fears | Showing his emotions
• strengths | Strength, Size, Cruel
• weaknesses | Favoritism, Demanding, Stubborn, and doesn't need reason to attack
• mental disorders | None

+ APPEARANCE |

Alarico has a black coat, something that tends to be common his species as they have a variety of coat colors. Blue eyes show when he's alert along with ears that will sit fully erect upon his head when hearing a strange noise. Muscles ripple beneath his pelt when he walks or runs and that sensitive nose of his is good at tracking. Rico has a tail that helps to show his emotions along with his ears that send signals that mostly canines understand. Being a big boy he tends to be a bit heavy though it's mostly from being packed with muscle and his tall height. This wolf has a thick winter coat that keeps out the cold and in summer, it's less thick to allow the cool breeze in.

• 60 inches in length, and 34 inches at the shoulder |
• weight | 79 pounds
• fur colour | Black
• eye colour | Light Blue
• scars | Scars litter this males body
• noticeable features | Scars, black coat, blue eyes, size
• physical disorders | None

+ HISTORY |

Alarico was like any average wolf. Born in a cave, raised by his mother and father, and living with his siblings and pack. One day as he had turned a yearling and soon would be ready to go on his own, the day took a twist. The pack went out hunting and Rico had already eaten but decided to help his family. They stumbled upon a carcass, still seeming fresh. The scent was a bit funny to his nose and regardless it was soon to be winter and the pack wasn't to be picky. Watching as his family ate, they returned to their dens only to be woken up in the morning as moans and groans slipped from the pack member's lips. Alarico watched as day by day a pack member passed away, until' his own parents did.

Staying in the dens, mourning the loss of his family, he finally decided to move on. Rico being mad about why it had to happen to him, he was also grateful to not be a victim of the sickness that took his pack. Alarico was quite unsure of what to do and whenever another creature was happy, he'd murder them to show his feeling of being alone. Soon, he stumbled across Tempest Pack and liked how this Pack worked. Killing felines without care just because of hating the species. Joining Tempest he knew that taking out his anger by murdering the cats would show what the loss of his pack had turned this once kind wolf into. A bloody, murderous beast.

• season born | Spring
• place of birth | Random Cave
• family | All are deceased
• memorable events | Pack dying, killing for no reason, joining Tempest

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[atrb=background,http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/Tonwe/Table/LilithMiddle.png] "Hear me bark" Read My Thoughts Lemme chew your innards Roleplayer: Xarkla Name: Lilith Gender: Female Age: Five Breed: Siberian Husky Brief Personality: Lilith’s as mean as they come. Known for her sharp tongue and a bite that’s worse than her bark, this dog is not one who will tolerate being taken lightly. She’s incredibly cynical and rarely beats around the bush when it comes to stating her opinion, not afraid to speak her mind even in front of her leader. Often it seems that she simply hates the entire world, but it’s clear that what she hates most of all would be the cats in it. With a snarl and a hateful gleam in her eye, it wouldn’t be a wise idea to stand between this bitch and her prey. She hates incompetence and thus prefers to work alone, but recognizing that there’s strength in numbers she’s chosen to gang up with the Scavengers anyhow. Slowly some of them have also wormed their way into her ice-cold heart, though this she wouldn’t even admit to herself. Likes: Dead felines, fighting, killing. Dislikes: Living felines, most dogs, incompetence, talking about feelings, people who disrespect her. Characteristic Traits: Her sarcastic demeanour and her bloodthirsty personality, she suffers from complete heterochromia (one eye being blue the other brown). Role in the group: Commander, fighter. Reason for hating felines: No one really knows why, and no one really dares to ask.

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[color=965D5D][i]Read My Thoughts[/i][/color]
Lemme chew your innards [/right]


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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/2vwa5bt.png] Ember walks. Ember talks. Ember's thoughts. Ember ------ 1 year old • Female • Feline • Lioness • Iris Pride ------ + PERSONALITY | Despite her cold-hearted mother, Ember has taken after her father in some details of her personality. She's sweet, calm, and relaxed. The female tolerates most felines and takes the idea that first impressions are important. She tries her best to be polite. Due to her parents, Ember does visit Lexis Tribe against Iris Pride rules. Especially with her brother, Crouse living there. Being raised by her mother causes the cub to try and please everyone, especially those of high rankings. While she won't attack you on sight, she is a bit edgy around canines and takes her a while to trust them without a growl slipping past her lips. Ember loves good jokes and all but does have a serious side to her when she meets others for the first time. Since she isn't a pure Iris feline, Ember worries about what others think of her in her pride. She doesn't want to be thought of as weak, or pathetic. If someone teases or pushes her around due to her parents, she'll fight back and won't take any of it. Especially since she's just like her mother. Small but mighty. One of her favorite activites has to be spending time with her brother. She accepts him for who he is and always plans on visiting him. No matter what the consequences are. Ember always analyzes every situation before making a descion. She isn't normally a big risk taker and perfers taking the safer path unless shes trying to prove to someone she isn't a lioness to underestimate. • likes | Playing with her brother, anyone who accepts her and her blood line. • dislikes | Bullies, Fight/Torturing someone unless it is necessary. • goals | To prove to the Iris Pride that she is meant to be in their pride. • fears | Appearing weak and pathetic. • strengths | Analyzing situtations, her determination, being quick due to small size. • weaknesses | Small size [Lack of strength], caring on what others think of her, breaking rules to vist her brother. • mental disorders | None + APPEARANCE | Being a brown lioness, she is able to blend in with the Spring, Summer, and even Fall months but lacks the coverage her mother has during winter. Her fur is short causing the female to be cold during winter. One thing that someone will notice if they know Ember as a cub to adult, is her sense of smell. As she gets older and loses her skills to smell things, she'll stop using her nose and will be seen opening her mouth to let the air run over the roof of her mouth where she'll be able to detect things. Only if the wind is blowing towards her. Sneaking up behind her when she can't sense you will be easy. Especially if you are silent on your feet. • height | 3 feet at the shoulder. • weight | 300 Ibs • fur colour | Brown • eye colour | Brown • scars | None • noticeable features | She'll stop using her nose as she gets older. • physical disorders | Sense of smell deteriorates as she gets older + HISTORY | Born from Icefang x Streiter. • season born | Spring • place of birth | Lexis Tribe. • family | Mother-Icefang, Father-Streiter, Brother-Crouse, Step-mother = Florence. • memorable events | Taken from Lexis Tribe.

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Ember walks.

[b]Ember talks.[/b]
[i]Ember's thoughts.[/i]



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Lilac
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1 year old • Female • Feline • Domestic Cat • Loner
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+ PERSONALITY |

Lilac is quite an interesting feline. She has a mix of different personalities. At times she can be quite shy and reserved and not wishing to cause attention to herself. Though she can be quite loud and excited around the friends she makes. One issue with making friends for Lilac would be that she judges based on first impressions. Any wrong moves you make, even if you don't realize that she's watching can easily earn you a pet name from her. Even if it isn't one you would like. A thing she certainly dislikes that will put you on her 'ignore' list would be the more stupid and immature animals she meets. Her mixed personality also includes her perverted side that comes out.

This feline also has quite a lot of fears. For a cat she is terrified of heights and does her best to avoid any high places. Another fear would be insects, frogs, snakes, bugs, or simply most things that can kill her. That and besides the dark. She is not one creature you will find lurking the nights. Not without a buddy or friend at least. Even then she is still jumpy, finding as if the shadows move and her wild imagination creates the illusion of her being watched.

Perhaps her active imagination is what causes her sense of fears. Especially to the thought of death. Lilac wishes for a peaceful death of old age. She is also quite calm but still described as aggressive. She actually has a sense of not wanting to cause trouble but pushing the right buttons or making a stupid move to tease her will get you a few claws in the face.

• likes | Talking to friends, the daytime
• dislikes | Insects, the dark
• goals | To make many friends.
• fears | Heights, dying in a painful way
• strengths | Fast runner, thinking before acting, her imagination
• weaknesses | Her fears, judging of others, and being small
• mental disorders | None

+ APPEARANCE |

Lilac has one of the most beautiful looks you'll ever see from a cat. Black, orange, and white decorate her fur in patches. A sleek frame with long legs and little muscle makes her an excellent hunter. Her eyes being one of the most amazing features she has are a light, sky blue. Though depending on the environment around her there are times where her eyes turn into a fierce and aggressive green. Since Lilac doesn't really climb trees from her fear of heights she has to often make sure her claws are at proper length and has to frequently sharpen them before every hunt. Her coat is always well groomed and silky. Whenever the sun hits it just right, her fur shines.

• height |
• weight | 12 pounds
• fur colour | Mixed [not sure what it's called?]
• eye colour | Light blue/Green
• scars | none
• noticeable features | Her coat
• physical disorders | none

+ HISTORY |

Lilac was born into a den with her three siblings. Just like any regular cat would now a days. They grew up a normal life. No disaster as there mother had years of experience raising kits. Though one day all that changed when a mountain lion had been near the den. The kits were all just being fed onto meat as the cat was upon them. Lilac watched as her mother leaped at the predator, a large gash going down it's face before the feline was quickly killed in the animal's jaws. The kittens were helpless as the creature ran off with the dead cat in it's jaws. Lilac and her siblings cried for days, mourning the loss of their beloved mother. It wasn't until she ventured off from the den, knowing that staying there would surely mean death. Lilac has adapted to life trying to learn without the help of her mother. Her skills are a bit rusty but she is trying to manage.

• season born | Spring
• place of birth | In the wild
• family | none
• memorable events | going her separate ways, mother dying

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