Frosty's Felines

[froststream]

[glow=Green,2,300]Riverclan:[/glow]

[glow=Blue,2,300]Icefeather[/glow] (Male)

[glow=black,2,300]ShadowClan[/glow]

[glow=Yellow,2,300]Tawnykit[/glow] (Female)
[glow=grey,2,300]Spiderkit[/glow]
[glow=Red,2,300]Poppyfrost[/glow] (Female)

[glow=white,2,300]Frostkit[/glow]

[glow=yellow,2,300]LONERS:[/glow]

[glow=Sienna,2,300]Alfa[/glow]

[glow=pink,2,300]Beatrice[/glow]



WindClan

[glow=brown,2,300]Leafwhisker[/glow]





MY CATS AS KITTENS....

((I did not totally create the images. I simply chose the colours, structures and details. The outline to form my cat came from: www.kamirah.deviantart.com/ & www.dolldivine.com/kitten.html))

I'm sorry, the coding got weird, PLEASE IGNORE ALL RANDOM LITTLE LINKS. The pics are there, that's all that matters.

If any of you would like me to create their cats here, just PM me.

So, finally, my cats...


ALFA (KITTEN)





BEATRICE (KITTEN)



BEECHFANG (BEECHKIT)



FROSTKIT



LEAFWHISKER (LEAFKIT)



ICEFEATHER (ICEKIT)



PALEFLOWER (PALEKIT)



POPPYFROST (POPPYKIT)




SPIDERKIT



TAWNYKIT



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[froststream]

Name: Icefeather

Age: 16 Moons

Gender: Tom

Clan: RiverClan

Apprentice: None/Open

Rank: Warrior

Mate/Crush: OPEN

Kin: Volefur (father-deceased) Snowfoot (mother-deceased) Mudpaw (brother-deceased)

Description: Icefeather is a very lanky and handsome cat. He has teh glossy coat of a RiverClan Cat. He has a frosty silvery grey coat that is always messy and filled with “Cow Licks”. He licks it and grooms it a lot, but it remains full of tufts. His underbelly is white as well as his two front paws. His tail and whiskers are unusually long and arched. His deep green eyes are expressive and humorous, always with a shining glint of mischief and laughter.

His mouth is always set in a wry smile, as though laughing at some secret and untold joke. He is very, very tall, and could strike an imposing figure. However, almost all cats are immediately put at ease by his friendly eyes and easy going aura.

Icefeather’s name comes from his frost, snowy coloured pelt and feathery, soft fur. This is obvious to any cats, for he is named after his physical appearance, not anything other. He was almost named Icewhisker for his excellent tracking skills, but feather was found to be a much more suitable decision. Icewhisker has almost all of his mother’s looks, from the frosty pelt to the dark green eyes. He inherits his height from his father, Volefur.


Personality: Icefeather is a very loveable and friendly cat. His relaxed and gentle nature put cats, both elder and kit, at ease immediately. He loves spending time in the nursery, dragging his long, fluffy tail against the floor and watching the kits tumble and chase after it. Usually, this gives the queens some time to catch up on their sleep.

Despite the deaths of his mother, father and sister, Icefeather remains strong. For a few moons he couldn’t do anything, he missed them too much and didn’t feel like he was meant to have survived the badger attack. After a while, he came to realization that he had survived for a reason that he had been in the right place at the right time. Soon, he was back to regular Icepaw, and the cats were relieved.

While Icefeather is humorous and goofy, you can always count on him. He is a great listener, and can be serious whenever you need him to be. He offers great advice, or, if that’s just what you need, a shoulder to cry on. However, he only reveals his troubles or secrets to close friends.

Icefeather isn’t all laughter and companionship. Like any other cat, he has his flaws. Icefeather is very easily offended, even if you are just trying to help or make a joke. He’s also very competitive. Oh, so you caught a mouse... He caught two. You fought off four cats? He fought off seven. He strives to be the best of his Clan, and himself.
Icefeather is also sometimes show-offy. He likes to brag and show off all his accomplishments and achievements. With him, nothing can go unnoticed. No other cats know this, but sometimes he shows off to be noticed and feel like he’s valued. He really needs attention, that cat.
But overall, this one of the truest, gentlest cats in the forest. Yes, he has flaws, he’s not perfect, but he’s found his way into the hearts of many, many cats
His song, which perfectly describes him, Is “Stand By Me”, by Ben E. King;

When the night has come
And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we'll see
No I won't be afraid, no I won't be afraid
Just as long as you stand, stand by me


And darlin', darlin', stand by me, oh now now stand by me
Stand by me, stand by me


If the sky that we look upon
Should tumble and fall
And the mountains should crumble to the sea
I won't cry, I won't cry, no I won't shed a tear
Just as long as you stand, stand by me


And darlin', darlin', stand by me, oh stand by me
Stand by me, stand by me, stand by me-e, yeah


Whenever you're in trouble won't you stand by me, oh now now stand by me
Oh stand by me, stand by me, stand by me


Darlin', darlin', stand by me-e, stand by me
Oh stand by me, stand by me, stand by me

History: Icefeather was born into the Clan as a healthy, strong kit. The birth was easy and smooth, and the two kits in the litter were healthy and plump. Their names were Icekit and Mudkit, two feisty little toms that would make the Clan proud.

Snowfoot, their mother, took special pride in her first and only litter. She encouraged the kits, gently picking them up when they fell and seemingly never wanted to get up again. She was a motherly cat, and raised her kits well. Their father, Volefoot, loved them too. He would visit the nursery every dawn and every dusk, checking up on his love and his kits.

The kits grew quickly into fine young cats. Soon, as the approached their sixth moon, they were mentored by equally fine cats. The two brothers were inseparable. While Icepaw was the encouraging, energetic apprentice, Mudpaw was the helpful and disciplined one. The Clan was sure they’d soon have fine new warriors.

Then, one warm, summer evening, Icepaw returned from his hunting. He realized that he had forgotten his largest piece of prey, a huge and plump robin out on the shore. He still had time before the sun set, and he figured he’d have enough time to go and grab the bird. He raced out, anticipating the warm sleep he’d have in his nest. Nobody knew it, but Icepaw’s forgetfulness save his life. While he was fetching the rabbits, badgers moved into the came, causing a terrible and merciless battle.

As Icepaw returned, rabbit clenched in his teeth, he heard shuffling and smelled badger underneath the stench of fear and blood. He dropped the rabbit, and raced into camp. The badger’s had already left, their invasion as fast and as deadly as lightening. Icepaw whimpered, and saw his mother’s silver shape lying in a camp corner. He knew from the looks of her wounds that she had died instantly. He saw his father lying by the nursery. IT was obvious he had been defending it. As Icepaw approached, he saw the ragged rise and fall of his father’s flank, blood and life spilling out of him. He saw warriors who had not been wounded that severely. They came out slowly.

The medicine cat soon took in Volefur, and Icepaw followed. He was instantly ordered out because of how crowded with sick cats the den already was. Icepaw ran back into the center of camp.
“Mudpaw?” he called in despair. “Brother?”
There was no reply. Icepaw ran out, his eyes blinded by tears and anger. The badgers had left the territories, as the scents showed. It seemed that Mudpaw had also disappeared. Icepaw called, searched and cried, and by the light of the dawn he fell asleep by a small tree.
In the morning he woke up, and, dazed, he stumbled back to camp. He was scolded for leaving them hanging, not telling them where he was or where he was going. Icepaw didn’t care anymore. His gentle mother was dead, his dear and young brother missing, and his father battling against deadly wounds.
A few days later, Volefur died. They thought he was recovering, but soon his heart couldn’t take anymore. Icepaw didn’t say anything. He wept. That same day, Mudpaw was found. It was said, that after most badgers were leaving, he chased one out. Then one started chasing him. Neither the badger nor young Mudpaw stood a chance against the slick mud near the falls. Both fell to their deaths. No cat knew until a patrol found their bodies washed up. Mudpaw’s jaws were still clenched around the Badger’s throat. Icepaw, again, wept. This time, he wept for the loss of innocence.

As the rest of the Clan recovered from the attack, Icepaw wilted. Sure, he still participating in his training, but he didn’t show any enthusiasm. He preformed correctly, but without heart. Finally, his mentor warned him to snap out of it if he wanted to become a warrior. Icepaw just looked at him. He didn’t know what Icepaw was going through. Still, Icepaw made a bit more of an effort. After all, he owed it to Mudpaw.

Soon Icepaw became Icefeather, and with the new name came new hope. Icefeather took to his old personality. He wasn’t the same, but stronger somehow. Cats found him easier to talk to, since he had been through so much. He never liked discussing his brother, and no cats asked him about it. Mudpaw slowly left their minds, but never their hearts.

Icefeather has continued to serve the Clan. He is a fine cat and loved by the Clan. He sometimes gazes at the stars, hoping that his family is proud of him. He still has a lifelong fear of badgers, but most importantly, Thunder. He is terrified by storms, though he tries to be brave. IT makes him feel like a helpless kit.

Roleplay example: Um, not my first cat.
Other: Hope you liked it.

[froststream]

Name: Poppyfrost


Age: 17 Moons


Gender: She Cat


Clan: ShadowClan


Rank: Queen


Mate/Crush:


Kin: Nightkit – (deceased) Cloudkit – (deceased) Fernkit – (deceased)


Description: Poppyfrost's appearance has changed a little over the course of her life. As a kit, she was a black kit, as dark and inky as the beautiful flower's center for which she was named. When she was around six moons, her fur grew out to a smokier colour. She was almost the same, except for a slight shade change. Then, as she was around ten moons old she got her original colouring back. This isn’t much of a big deal, as many cats change shades slightly as their kitten fur grows out. Luckily, her fur change was very subtle and it did not affect her name. She has a few white flacks on her, and her underbelly is a snowy white. THe tip of her tail as well as a small dot on her chest are white as well.

Frostpoppy is an average sized cat, with thick, pitch black fur. It is very glossy and always neatly groomed. It is very thick and rich, so it is easy to maintain it. Her thick plumed tail is usually fanned out behind her with a gentle curve in it.

Poppyfrost is a hunter, not a fighter. She is strong, but prefers to use stalking techniques. Because of her dark pelt, she can easily slip through the shadows unnoticed.

This she cat now has a swollen belly filled with little kits. They are due to be born any day now, so she is very round. Her whiskers are of average length, though very thick. Her eyes are a bright, icy blue which has given her her suffix. They are large and shiny, as though she’s always risking to say something but never does.
The queen is overall quite pretty, but she downplays her looks. She never flaunts it, and she is always modestly in the backround.


Personality:
Poppyfrost is, like most queens, very gentle, motherly and nurturing. She spends a lot of her time observing the queens with kits, to know what to expect and what to do. She’s a rather young queen, and ever since she was a kit she wanted to be that gentle, flowing figure of a mother. She wanted to be the one that cats respected. She wanted to be the one who brought fine cats into the Clan. She wanted to be the one who taught kits lessons.

Poppyfrost is very modest, and isn’t super outgoing or super shy. She speaks her mind when needed, and isn’t afraid to keep secrets. Of course, she’d never hide anything that would hurt the Clan. Right now, her priority is her Clan. As a queen, she nurtures it and helps it survive, like any other cat.

Poppyfrost can be snobby, and she hates criticism. Sometimes she won’t speak with you because moons ago you told her her fur was messy. She can hold a grudge and is very stubborn. If the other cat tries to make friends and apologize, she’ll say, “Well, you should be sorry.” And storm off. However, because you came to her she’ll slowly forgive you. However, she’ll always think that she’s superior to you after that. The best way to deal with her is to ignore her. Sooner or later she’ll come to you.

Poppyfrost has always been sad since the deaths of her siblings. She wants to try to raise kits safely, and teach the Clan ways to make sure no kit dies to early. Her dream is very big, and that dream is that no kit will die under three moons for reasons that could’ve been prevented. It will take a lot to do this, but Poppyfrost is headstrong and is determined to make it happen.

It is obvious Poppyfrost will make a good mother. She’ll be firm and strict with her kits, but they’ll grow into disciplined and determined cats. She’s not the kind of mother to say, “It’s okay, everything will get better. It’s not your fault.” She’s the kind to say, “Stand up and hold your head high. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of, but a lot ahead of you.”
Her theme song would be “Storms” by FleetWood Mac.

Every night that goes between
I feel a little less
As you slowly go away from me
This is only another test


Every night you do not come
Your softness fades away
Did I ever really care that much
Is there anything left to say


Every hour of fear I spend
My body tries to cry
Living through each empty night
A deadly calm inside


I haven't felt this way I feel
Since many a year ago
But in those years and the lifetimes past
I did not deal with the road


And I did not deal with you I know
Tho the love has always been
So I search to find an answer there
So I can truly win


Every hour of fear I spend
My body tries to cry
Living through each empty night
A deadly calm inside


So I try to say
Goodbye my friend
I'd like to leave you with something warm
But never have I been a blue calm sea
I have always been a storm

always been a storm
ooh always been a storm
I have always been a storm


We were frail


She said,
"Everynight he will break your heart"
I should have known from the first
I'd be the broken-hearted


I loved you from the start
Save us...
And not all the prayers in the world -- could save us


History: Poppyfrost was born in a excruciatingly cold leafbare, to the mother Darkcloud. The birth itself was smooth and safe, but in the cold all the kits died except for Poppykit before their first moon. Poppyfrost was so young she can’t clearly remember them, but she knows they were there. Poppykit grew sickly while her siblings died. She was diagnosed with kit cough at around one moon. The case wasn’t mild, but it wasn’t to severe either.

Poppykit survived the illness and was an otherwise healthy kit. She stayed with her mother a lot of the time, and was at first frightened of leaving the nursery. She still did though, and soon became habituated. At the average age of six moons she became an apprentice. At first, she loved the freedom, maturity, prey, marshes and forests that came with apprenticeship. After a while, though, she started missing the nursery. She missed the moss, the milk and her mother. She struggled on with being an apprentice, knowing that she could still go into the nursery, but it wouldn’t be the same. She only stayed for a moment, dropping off food or water.

Poppypaw was a good apprentice. She was very obedient and disciplined, and always tried her best. She became a warrior in good time, but found she was still not satisfied. IN fact, she was pretty depressed. Then, she realized she was old enough to have her own kits. She wanted to live the warrior life first, though. She lived a few moons, before becoming a queen. She couldn’t have asked for anything more.

Now, as her kits are ready to be born, she cannot wait to welcome them into the world and the Clan. She hopes they enjoy the Clan life and maybe, just maybe, one of them will follow it her footsteps.


Roleplay example:


Other: Enjoy!

[froststream]

Name: Tawnykit
Age: 4 1/2 Moons
Gender: Female
Clan: ShadowClan
Mentor: None
Rank: Kit
Mate/Crush: Too young!!!

Kin: Snowheart (mother) Beechpaw (brother).
Description: A beautiful, delicately built calico she-cat. Her eyes are a stunning, pale blue colour, like the sky at dawn. Her fur is long and wispy, with the distinct calico markings. She has a very, very long tail that if fluffy and curls up over her back. She has very long legs, and is slim. She is such a petite build, though. She's going to grow into a very beautiful cat.

Many are most transfixed by her eyes. They are expressive, but always, always hold another, indefinable expression. Curiosity? Independence? Trust? Anger? That is one of the signature Tawnypaw expressions.

Tawnypaw has the long limbed and leaner build. Her calico patches are orange, golden, black and white. Her most dominant colour is an orangy gold colour, thus the prefix Tawny. Some people think her father is Brackenclaw, because she has the same small build with a long tail. However, Brackenclaw has sinced passed away, and half of her heritage as well.

Her long fur is almost always well groomed, but whenever she's angry or scared, it straightens out, making her look twice her size. Also, whenever she feels guilty her tail will straighten and hang limply behind her. It is a bad habit that she cannot break. Her brother Beechpaw has the same problem.

When she and Beechpaw sit next to each other, they are shifted to the same side, their tails curled in the same direction and their heads cocked to the right. It shows how much their structure is the same, though their fur is very different. She and her brother share the same graceful lope and an identical stance, discreet and independant. Whenever Tawnypaw feels threatened or angered, she'll widen her paws, fluff out her fur and straighten her legs. The impact that this has on her usually soft appearence is startling.



Personality: Quiet, intense, determined. She doesn't like speaking much, and she's rather secretive. Her seldom heard voice is quiet and hushed. The only person she totally and completely trusts is her brother. She's willing to help any cat in need, but her absolute favourite activity is gathering herbs under the cool, moonlit air.

Tawnypaw doesn't much like other apprentices, but she tolerates them. Sometimes, if she's having an rougher day, her patience will be gone, and she'll snap and growl. Her favourite place to visit is the elder's den. She loves hearing their wise words, tales or just rants. She is incredibly intense, although sparing with words.

Tawnypaw doesn't like the bright sunshine, but she loves storms. She sees them as StarClan expressing themselves. Her absolute favourite whether, however, is heavy fog. She loves travelling through the dense, misty clouds; not knowing what is waiting for her, what is following her. The crisp droplets that dampen her fur give her the most inspiring ideas and thoughts.
Oh, and those eyes. As mentioned earlier, they burn with the fiercest, but at the same time gentlest glow. If you are attempting to trick her or lie to her, she will say nothing; just stare at you with the same, intense glare. Usually, that makes deciphering lies much easier.

Although moody, wilful and secretive, she is undoubtedly well suited for a medicine cat. She is honest, calm and determined. She devotes her time and life to medicinal training, and is well on her way to knowing the name, origin and use of almost all the herbs.

She hates being spoken down to. If she's in a foul mood and someone is critisizing, correcting or taunting her, she'll quietly warn you with a soft, muffled growl. If that person persists, she'll look them right in the eye, stalk towards them and glare at them so intensely it seems as though a fire is burning in her eyes.

She is somehwat of a perfectionist, always trying to outdo herself. She strives to make her Clan proud, and always, always does her best. Since she believes everything she does has been done with care and skill, she has a hard time with critisism. She's very disdainful of failure, so disaproval from a superior really affects her.

Like A ShadowClan cat, she is very clever and wily. She's very rpoud of her Clan, and believes that SHadowClan is one of the truest Clans. Most cats are intimidated by it, but Tawnypaw thinks that its just their own minds that make it seem so ominous.

The absolute perfect song lyrics for her are these, from Fleetwood Mac's "Sister of the Moon";

Intense silence
As she walked in the room
Her black robes trailing
Sister of the moon
And a black widow spider makes
More sound than she
And black moons in those eyes of hers
Made more sense to me
Heavy persuasion
It was hard to breathe
She was dark at the top of the stairs
And she called to me

And so I followed
As friends often do
I cared not for love, nor money
I think she knew
The people, they love her
And still they are the most cruel

She asked me
Be my sister, sister of the moon
Some call her sister of the moon
Some say illusions are her game
Wrap her in velvet
Does anyone, ah, know her name

So we make our choices
When there is no choice
And we listen to their voices
Ignoring our own voice

History: Tawnypaw was born in New-Leaf, along with an older brother, Beechpaw. The birth was difficult and long, but both kits and their mother, Snowheart, survived. Snowheart never revealed who their father was, and to this day it remains a secret. Once Tawnykit was old enough, she and Beechkit would play all day, racing around the nursery and hunting insects.

One day, Snowheart recieved a paw injury from a thorn. She went to have it removed in the medicine cat den, and her two kits came along. While the medicine cat was busy, Tawnykit stood calmly, inhaling the sweet scents and observing the herbs. She didn't want to leave afterwards, but obediently followed her mother. Beechkit complained about the "stench" but Tawnykit thought it was the most beautiful odour of them all. At around three moons, she took a liking to the night-time, staying in the shadows during the day and sneaking out into the moonlight at night, claiming that she had more freedom and was guided by the wind's whisper.

She is a naturally bright and intelligent cat, and upon hearing that not all apprentices are trained to be warriors, she began following the medicine cat farther and farther out each night.

Roleplay example: There was no sound. Or, perhaps, Tawnypaw pondered, You could only hear when you listened. A small silhouette leaped down the slope, through the thick fog. That was her, always charging through the oblivious, trying to see through the opaque.

She approached a taller rock, and from there she could see above the thick, predawn fog. It waited patiently to smooth away once she leapt from the boulder. Soon, it covered her again with the thick blanket of clouds. Most cats would panic; this was not the weather they were comfortable in. But to Tawnypaw, this was her element. Her love. Her desire.

She gripped the soft herbs in her mouth as she followed her senses back to camp. The wet dew dampened her underbelly, and soaked her long calico fur. Her mind wandered faster than her body. Her pale blue eyes couldn’t see anything, and she felt like a stranger in this foggy world. No; stranger would not define it. She felt like a stranger who has been here many times before, but only in dreams.

The last of the stars were fading quickly, and she could see the faint pink glow at the horizon. THe fog was scattering, shrinking and blending into the moist earth. Tawnypaw's view increased considerably, though darkness still stalked her and lead her. A sad, melachony inky purple glow hovered, not yet ready to accept the new day and let go of the old.

Soon, she spotted the outline of camp. She increased her speed to nearly a graceful, leaping run. She ducked into the camp, like a stranger returned home. She knew that, tomorrow, she would venture out again, into the cloudy land. But for now, she was content, knowing that the herbs were stocked and full. Soon, cats would emerge from their dens. She would still be curled in her nest, a mere shadow in the comforting, dark medicine den.

And nobody would say a word.


Herbs:
Chevril: The juice of Chevril helps to heal and protect infected wounds, while chewing it can soothe the bellyache. A very useful herb.

Comfrey: The chewed pulps of comfrey roots help mend broken bones or even soothe wounds.

Poppy Seed: One of the most useful and important herbs. These small, black seeds are used to soothe pain, shock and distress. Not recommended for queens.

Lavender: This pale purple herb heals and cures fever, also gives relief to sick cats.

Coltsfoot: This flower helps shortness of breath and difficult breathing. Good for a winded warrior who cannot regain his breath.

Catnip: The best and most efficient remedy for greencough. Has a delicious and addicting smell.

Feverfew: Regulates body temperature, so it is ideal for cats suffering from chills or fever.

Stinging Nettle: Seeds must be swallowed by cats that have swallowed poison to bring down swelling, so that honey may be applied to soothe actual infection. Honey and Stinging Nettle go together.

Other:

[froststream]

Name: Spiderkit
Age: 0 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Kit
Mate/Crush: ...
Kin: Poppyfrost, Blizzardeye, Frostkit, Breezekit, Finchkit, Fogkit (deceased)
Description: He is a rather handsome little kit. He takes almost all of his mothers looks. He has the glossy, dark black fur with a white dash on his chest. His eyes are almost an electric blue. More natural, obviously, but more vibrant than the rest of his family’s.

He’s very lean, muscled build, and gets the name spider from his gangly, long legs. He’s a crafty, athletic little kit. The muscles ripple under his soft fur, even though he’s a kit. A potential fighter is present in this young kit. His muscle is undeniable.

Spiderkit is very charming and good looking. Partly because of this, he is very charismatic. He has a questioning way to look at you, like he is amused at your deepest secrets. Or your fears. Depends on who you are.

Personality: Speaking of fears, Spiderkit acts as though he has none. He’s the kind of bold little kit who talks back and acts cocky. Most don’t know, but he has a fear of water. Most cats are uncomfortable near water, but he is utterly terrified of it. Not water in general. Rushing water. In swamps, fine, but in rivers, he’ll be paralyzed.

His mood is almost indefinable, because he’s so young, but he is undoubtedly charismatic. He’s got the charm and attitude. He’s the kind of guy who, if he were human, would strut down the street in a leather jacket.

If you look past his tough exterior, you see him deep down. Being tough is what makes him him, and it’s not like it’s a fake exterior, but he also has a soft side. He feels very protective of his siblings, and, he won’t admit it, but he loves the stars. He’ll gave out of the nursery at those glowing silver embers in the sky. Yes, he sees, StarClan and silverpelt and all of that, but he also sees designs and constellations. He also loves flowers. He loves beautiful things. He also loves laughing, like Frostkit.

He's such a sweet guy, just a true beautiful, loving and caring little kit. The perfect thing to say about him is that he has a heart of gold. It's true. He really does.

His song is "Will You be There" byMichael Jackson. Also known as Free Willy.

Hold me, like the river jordan
And I will then say to thee
You re my friend
Carry me, like you are my brother
Love me like a mother
Will you be there…
Weary, tell me will you hold me
When wrong, will you hold me
When lost will you find me?
But they told me a man should be faithful
And walk when not able
And fight till the end but I'm only human (instru.)

Everyone taking control of me
Seems that the world's
Got a role for me I'm so confused
Will you should to me you'll be there for me
And care enough to bear me
(Hold me) (lay your head lowly)
(Softly then boldly) (carry me there)
(Hold me) (love me and feed me)
(Kiss me and free me) (I will feel blessed)
(Carry) (carry me boldly) (life me up slowly)
(Carry me there) (save me) (heal me and bathe me)
(Softly you say to me) (I will be there)
(Life me) (lift me up slowly)
(Carry me blodly) (show me you care)
(Hold me) (lay your head lowly)
(Softly then boldly) (carry me there)
(Need me) (love me and feed me)
(Kiss me and free me) (I will feel blessed)

Spoken : in our darkest hour in my deepest despair
Will you still care? will you be there
In my taials and my tribulations
Through our doubts and frustrations
In my violenceln my turbulence
Through my fear and my cconfessions
In my anguish and my pain
Through my joy and my sorrow
In the promise of another tomorrow
I'l never let you part for you're always in my heart


History: Not much, as he’s so young. He was born to Poppyfrost and Blizzardeye with four siblings, one born dead. From the beginning he had an attitude. Whether it was grumbling at his mother or cockily calling for his mother than hiding, he did it all. He’s a troublemaker, but also has a good heart.

Roleplay example: Blah, bah bleh bluh blah blah, bladdidd blehk.

Other: ...

[froststream]

Name: Frostkit

Age: 0 Moons

Gender: Female

Clan: ShadowClan

Rank: Kit

Mate/Crush: That would be so wrong and creepy....

Kin: Poppyfrost (Mother) Blizzardeye (Father) Finchkit, Breezekit, Spiderkit, Fogkit (deceased)

Description: Frostkit, still, obviously, has her soft, wispy kitten fur. It is a pure, snowy white, the opposite of her mother. She does, however, have her mother’s icy blue eyes. Other than that, she’s the complete opposite of her mother physically. While her mother is tall, Frostkit is petite. While her mother has the jet black fur, Frostkit has a bright white fur.

Frostkit has her father’s pale fur, though it’s not grey. She has a very long tail and whiskers. She has very, very faint grey speckles on her tail, though they are barely noticeable. Her paws are more of a creamy colour, and then blend into a pure white. Her ears are angular and sharp, with softer tufts of white on them. Her claws are long, but almost always sheathed.

Frostkit usually carries herself with pride, as though she always has a purpose or destination. When she sits, her tail always curls neatly around her small paws. Actually, like her ears, her whole body is sharp and angular. Though she still has her kitten plumpness, it is obvious she will grow up to have sharp features, and stay small.

Personality: Frostkit’s personality changes like the weather. Usually, she’s quite dignified, and is good with words, even for a kit. Her mind is sharp (not angular) and keen, though nothing compared to her brother, Breezekit’s intelligence. She’s often quick to act, but not exactly reckless. She’s fairly confident, but very independent.

Frostkit is polite but brief in conversation. She never really liked listening to elder’s tales or precautionary warnings from her mother. She preferred to roam independently. While her heart is large and loving, she doesn’t really like sitting around talking. She’s an active kitten.

She got her name, Frost, from her mother, Poppyfrost. This was because of how they seem to be opposites. An inky black against a snowy white. Poppy represented the dark pelt. Frost represented the blue eyes. It was sort of an oxymoron, really. And the opposite of black is white, which is Frostkit’s colour. So, there’s quite a bit behind the name.

When she heard of Fogkit, her stillborn sister, she was shocked. Even at a young age she knew that these things happen, but she never knew it was someone so close to her.. Frostkit was born right before. IT could have easily been her. This makes Frostkit kind of reluctant to trust StarClan. Why would they take her sister? Deep down, she knows she trusts StarClan, but sometimes she has to convince herself.
Poppyfrost can sometimes seem shy, but really she’s just sparing with words. A touch of humour can brighten her up. She loves to laugh.
Runaway Train, by Soul Asylum.
Call you up in the middle of the night
Like a firefly without a light
You were there like a slow torch burning
I was a key that could use a little turning

So tired that I couldn't even sleep
So many secrets I couldn't keep
Promised myself I wouldn't weep
One more promise I couldn't keep

It seems no one can help me now
I'm in too deep
There's no way out
This time I have really led myself astray

CHORUS
Runaway train never going back
Wrong way on a one way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I'm neither here nor there

Can you help me remember how to smile
Make it somehow all seem worthwhile
How on earth did I get so jaded
Life's mystery seems so faded

I can go where no one else can go
I know what no one else knows
Here I am just drownin' in the rain
With a ticket for a runaway train

Everything is cut and dry
Day and night, earth and sky
Somehow I just don't believe it

CHORUS

Bought a ticket for a runaway train
Like a madman laughin' at the rain
Little out of touch, little insane
Just easier than dealing with the pain

Runaway train never comin' back
Runaway train tearin' up the track
Runaway train burnin' in my veins
Runaway but it always seems the same

History: Born to Poppyfrost and Blizzareye, Frostkit was in the middle of the litter. There were some complications in the birth, and, because of this, Fogkit, her sister, was born dead. Frostkit didn’t notice, but as she says that even when she was younger she could sense something ominous, and darkness is what she thinks about when she thinks about birth. Those are her words. As you can see, for a kit, she’s fairly bright with language.

She was healthy, luckily. She’s still so young, she hasn’t got much of a past to cover. Not much of a past, but a bright future.

Roleplay example:
“From the darkest mines come the diamonds,
Only in the light are they recognized.”

Don’t know where I heard that or if I wrote it. I found it in one of my work books. 0.o kinda weird, but applies to Frostkit.

Other: Fast forwards a while... Frostpaw becomes... Froststream!

[froststream]

Name: Leafwhisker

Age: 98 Moons

Gender: She Cat

Clan: WindClan

Rank: Elder

Mate/Crush:Bearfang

Kin: Calvin, Addertail (deceased) Adderkit (deceased)

Description: Leafwhisker was once a tall, beautiful and striking she cat. Now, old age has dulled her once glossy fur, shrunken her frame and diminished her hearing. She has beautiful, long light brown and white tabby fur, wispy, but still even and thick. Her eyes are an unusual silver colour, most think they’re gray but they seem to have more of a glint than that. Her sight is still sharp as an eagle’s, and are usually looking out for kits.

Leafwhisker has lived a long life so far, and the age has been etched on her. She still holds some of her past beauty, but now is content sleeping in the sun. Her tail is always fanned, and her fur neatly groomed. Her eyes are large and used to be seen as curious, but now are seen as wise.

Leafwhisker has darker brown stripes burrowed deep in her pale brown ones, giving her a strange tabby effect. The tip of her tail is white, as well as her chest and feet. Usually she is tick free, and so her pelt is as healthy as can be for her age.


Personality: Leafwhisker doesn’t really like speaking unless she has to, but will gladly spin a marvellous tail about the clans to curious kits. She’s patient and caring, so she is a natural with kits. Though she never had her own litter, she has a lot of experience.

Leafwhisker’s hearing isn’t as great as it used to be, but it hasn’t faded completely. You don’t need to scream, but don’t whisper, either. If you keep whispering, even after she has asked you to speak up, she’ll simply turn to sleep. There is only so much that an elder can handle.

Leafwhisker feels blessed to have survived this long. Elders, to her, are like the parents of the Clan. They guide the Clan and hold a lot of wisdom. The Clan couldn’t function without some elders to help it along the way.

Leafwhisker really loves Bearfang. Though now he is hardened and crabby, she sees the softness inside him. They fell in love as foolish young warriors, and never really fell out of love. They are a sweet example of undying love, through thick and through thin.

Leafwhisker was named for her excellent tracking skills. She’s a wonderful hunter, but now she prefers to bask in the sunlight and watch the young cats do the work.

Her song, By Cat Stevens, Oh Very Young,

Oh very young
What will you leave us this time
Youre only dancing on this earth for a short while
And though your dreams may toss and turn you now
They will vanish away like your daddys best jeans
Denim Blue fading up to the sky
And though you want him to last forever
You know he never will
(You know he never will )
And the patches make the goodbye harder still

Oh very young
What will you leave us this time
Therell never be a better chance to change your mind
And if you want this world to see a better day
Will you carry the words of love with you
Will you ride the great white bird into heaven
And though you want to last forever
You know you never will
(You know you never will )
And the goodbye makes the journey harder still

Oh very young
What will you leave us this time
Youre only dancing on this earth for a short while
Oh very young
What will you leave us this time


History: Born in a warm Greenleaf, Leafkit was healthy and happy. She had a very average kittenhood, filled with the regular tales, milk, moss and happiness. She had a sister, Adderkit, who she played with often. She also had a brother named Foxkit, and the family was happy.

When they became apprentices, Leafpaw and Adderkit were ecstatic. Foxpaw, however, was not. He was sarcastic, unenthusiastic and irritable. What had happened to Foxkit, their brother who loved playing and the sunshine? A moon later, they found out. Foxpaw was in love with Lena, a kittypet! Adderpaw and Leafpaw were hunting when they saw Foxpaw wait atop a twoleg fence, just as a white she cat his age jumped up. The two would talk for hours, like long lost friends. Then, Foxpaw would come back to camp empty handed from his “hunting” trip and be scolded. Leafpaw didn’t know what to do. Tell on her brother? Confront him? Ignore it?

The choice was made, but not by her. One cool autumn morning, the three were being trained. Foxpaw was scolded again for seeming distacted. Foxpaw was silent at first, then exploded. Her jabbered on about how the Clan didn’t value him, and he didn’t value it. He said he wanted to live his own life. Then, he stormed off into the woods. His mentor didn’t go after him. There was no hue or cry. Training was dismissed early that day.

Leafpaw and Adderpaw were never sure, but they suspected “living his own life” included a life with that she cat, who they concluded was the Lena that Foxpaw murmured about in his dreams, and met with during the day.
Foxpaw didn’t come back, and it wasn’t really a shock. The Clan life progressed as usual. He was missed dearly, of course, but they let him do what he wanted.

Soon, after a battle against RiverClan, Leafpaw was made Leafwhisker and Adderpaw was made Addertail. The two were so happy, they couldn’t express it.

A few days after this, Leafwhisker met with Bearfang and they spoke for the first time officially. Sure, they had been introduced and the odd word was exchanged, but they had never had a conversation. They would walk out at night under the moonlight, tails entwined. Their hearts beat for each others’, and they were in love.

Addertail despised this. She thought that all her siblings were going to abandon her for love. She kept trying to push Bearfang and Leafwhisker apart. Her frustration only grew when they found themselves together again. She became isolated, and though Leafwhisker would try to speak with her, she would ignore her. Soon, the sisters never exchanged a word.

Addertail died later that moon. She had sulked off to the forest and had been killed by a fox. The Clan mourned her, and Leafwhisker felt terrible guilt. IT was at this time she discovered she was carrying a kit. The grief ebbed away slowly as Leafwhisker joined the queens, and Bearfang felt the pride of a father. Leafwhisker was around 25 Moons old at this time.

The sole kit was due in New-Leaf, but Leafwhisker found herself giving birth way too early, at the very end of Leaf-Bare. The kit, inevitably, was dead. They named her Adderkit, as she was buried.

Leafwhisker got on with her life. Bearfang became more reserved and less friendly. Moons passed, until Leafwhisker was seventy moons old. Bearfang had retired to become an elder, and Leafwhisker felt her heart saying to join him. ON a last stroll through the woods as a warrior, she spotted a flash of ginger. The smelled a familiar, spicy but also comforting scent. Sure enough, Foxpaw was there.

“Foxpaw?” she asked incredulously.

“What? No, that's not my name. It’s Calvin now. So, how are you, Leafpaw? Still trampling through the woods with the clans?”

Leafpaw felt as though he were a stranger. He seemed so vain and smug, but she could still identify some of the curiosity that made him Foxpaw. Er, Calvin.

“Yes, but that’s not my name, either,” she purred proudly. “I’ve long since become a warrior. I am Leafwhisker now.”

“Ah, well, all the same. It’s a pity you haven’t joined a twoleg. I would’ve thought you’d be dead by now, living in that disease ridden forest,” Calvin mewled arrogantly.

Leafwhisker felt an anger burn in her chest. “I may not be dead, but Addertail is. And she lived more of a life than you, you pampered, spoilt kittypet.”

This did not seem to faze Calvin. “Oh, that’s right. Adderpaw. I nearly had forgotten about her. You know, I could live your life.” He stretched his legs. “But I am much too wise to risk my life for a bunch of cats who wouldn’t raise a claw for me.“

“There is more to Clan Life than Battle, Calvin,” Leafpaw whispered savagely. “And not for one day could you live the life I lead. And that is because you have abandoned everything that matters in a Clan. Family, loyalty, compassion and courage. Now all you are is a wayward, spoilt kittypet. I respect your decision to go to the one you love. That’s fine. Go to Lena. But what bothers me is how, even now, you turn your back on the ones who love YOU.”

Leafwhisker turned and ran to camp before Calvin could argue.

A few days later, she became an elder. She still had the fire, courage and loyalty that made her a warrior, but she has softened and become much gentler. She still lives healthily in the Clan, serving to it in a different way.

Roleplay example:

Other: Mwuhuhuhuhuh...

[froststream]

Name:
Beatrice

Age:
9 Moons

Gender:
She Cat

Mate/Crush:
OPEN


Loner because: She was born in that situation.

Kin:
None (unless someone wants to be)

Description: Very thin and petite cat. Her build is, however built for extreme speed. She can whip through the hayfields as fast as any WindClan cat. Thanks to her long legs, it takes minimal energy to run for a long time. However, she is more of a sprinter, and can carry herself short distances very quickly. This is probably her best hunting skill, so she hunts mainly rabbits.

Beatrice has a long, even and thick pale ginger pelt. It is always neatly groomed, and well placed. Her underbelly is a bit of a creamier shade, but other than that, her fur remains a solid and bright colour. Her paws are small and ginger, but underneath the pads are raw from the distances she has traveled.

Beatrice’s eyes are a greenish amber colour, always sparkling with curiosity. They are rather small, but expressive. Her tail is fluffy and always curved jauntily. She purrs very loudly, so loudly, that you hear it before her footsteps. She has one torn ear, which she got from teasing a dog that wasn’t properly tied up. She has since become a bit more careful around large animals.




Residence: In an abandoned fox den.


Personality:

Beatrice is friendly and polite, but curt. She’s not much of a conversationalist, and prefers to explore. She’ll answer you and politely ask you things, but you can tell she’d rather be roaming the fields.

Beatrice doesn’t like hunting. She doesn’t like gazing at the prey in its last second of life, pleading for mercy. Because of this, she tried to stay to eating berries, but one day she ate a deathberry. Luckily, a twoleg say her and brought her to the vet. It scared Beatrice so much, that when she was recovering in a small cage in the backroom, she thrust her paw through the cage and escaped through an open window. She was grateful to the twolegs, but she was even more terrified of the cutter.
This little ginger tabby now eats the hard, but sometimes meaty, food that the twolegs leave out for their own cats. Every day, she goes to a different nest to avoid getting caught. The kittypets like chasing her because she’s smaller than them, but she’s still got fight. She clawed them and scared them right away. Now, they hide in the bushes when she comes through.
Beatrice is very adventurous, but sometimes cheeky. A favourite pastime of hers is waving her long tail in front of dogs while they are tied up. They leap at her, but she dodges out of the way and they jerk backwards. It’s very entertaining.
Sometimes Beatrice is reckless, too. Proof of this is her torn left ear. She was teasing a dog when the knotted leash came undone. The dog wasn’t very smart and it was rather disoriented and clumsy, so its jaws only snagged her ear. It still sent her yowling, and she’s been a little more careful since.


History:

Beatrice was born in a very large litter, with five toms and four she cats, including her. Their mother was a sweet cat named Juniper, but she wasn’t exactly a motherly cat. Though she loved her kits, she was often so frustrated or tired of them she would sneak off, leaving the kits in the barn.

Beatrice was the oldest kit, and because of this, the healthiest and strongest. One of the toms was stillborn. His eyes would never open, his lungs would never breathe. Juniper was distraught. She wasn’t expecting death to come with motherhood. Juniper never really wanted kits, but they came, and so she welcomed them.

For a month, things were hard. Juniper struggled with the kits, trying to feed them all and herself. Their father, a tom named Alfa, left Juniper with the kits. He didn’t want anything to do with the responsibilities. Juniper, consequently, was lonely and distraught. IT was around when the kits were two months old, when they had their eyes and ears open, that she would slip out of the barn into the night for a few breaths of fresh air. She would only leave for a few minutes, and the kits didn’t really take notice.

After a while, Juniper would leave for hours. Hours stretched into days, hungry, cold days for the kits. Juniper would always come back at dawn, and the kits would feed hungrily. Suddenly, one day, when the kits were four moons old, Juniper left completely. IT was as though she disappeared. For two days, the kits waited. Finally, as the oldest, Beatrice took it upon herself to climb down from their loft and peek out the door.

While their mother wasn’t there, ten plump mice were buried in the hay, with Juniper’s scent on them. It was clear she had left them for her eight kits. Beatrice spread the news, and sixteen little paws and eight hungry mouths helped themselves. The mice were big for the small kits, and each lasted a day or two.

Soon, however, there were two extra mice. Who should get them? Beatrice thought that the youngest should get them, but her brother thought the oldest worked harder and deserved them. Her sister though they should split them. But then how would a tiny sliver of mouse make any difference? The kits were stumped. Every morning, they would race to the mice to see if someone had stolen and eaten one. The hunger not only made them desperate, but also untrusting of their own kin.

One morning, they checked on the prey. A terrible stench came from them. During their days of arguments, the mice had rotted away to crowfood. One of the older toms gave a cry of anger. He didn’t care anymore. He lunged at the rotted mouse and gobbled it up. Kits screeched and protested. They fought and clawed. How dare he! They fought for a whole day because of crowfood.

When they battled, the youngest tom toppled backwards and fell off the loft. He died instantly. They stopped fighting. They were bleeding and ragged. Their little brother died. Beatrice felt horrible guilt in her stomach. The kits slunk away to different corners and lofts of the barn. They didn’t speak.

Soon, an illness from the contaminated prey came. First to perish was the tom who had eaten the mouse, Dominique. After that, the illness preyed on the smallest of the kits. Soon, West died, followed by Ash. There were only three of the original eight kits left, and Beatrice was among them.

Beatrice, the next oldest kit, Annabelle and a younger tom named Eagle decided to leave the barn to escape the illness. They buried their siblings, and set off. Beatrice never forgot her kin, and she visits the grave often, where bright blue flowers now grow. When the three left, they were six moons old.

At first, they sheltered under twoleg nests and in hollow trees. After a moon, Eagle returned to say that a twoleg was leaving out food. They all helped themselves. Soon, they were no longer hungry. Eagle went the most often, and soon announced he was becoming a kittypet. Beatrice and Anna congratulated him, and he suggested they try to find homes, too. But the Twoleg made it clear it wanted only one cat, and that was Eagle. The twoleg chased away Anna and Beatrice, but everyday Eagle would meet them on the fence, apologizing. He asked if he should run away and live with them. But Anna and Bea objected. He was always safe and fed with this life, so take advantage of it. Beatrice still visits Eagle as well.

Annabelle and Beatrice continued to live in the forestry area, observing the Clan cats. One morning, Annabelle told Beatrice she was crossing the thunderpath and heading into the city over there, where she might find a kind twoleg to care for her. Beatrice let Annabelle go, staying back. She wanted to be in the wild, where she could explore and survive. That was the last she saw of her gentle sister. Beatrice hopes she found what she was looking for.

Beatrice was one day teasing a disgruntled dog, when it lurched forwards. The chain holding it back split and it tumbled towards her, barking. She tripped backwards, but not quickly enough. The dog snatched her ear and the soft skin tore. Luckily, Beatrice escaped up a tree before she could be hurt severely.

Beatrice knows most of the Clan cats, and they know her. She respects the life they live, but to her it seems silly. Why would you divide up the forest and fight when you could have freedom and live wherever you wanted? She knows that their life requires great discipline and strength. She respects them, but she lives in her own world.


Roleplay example: .....


Other: Thanks!

[froststream]

I know that we are young.
And I know you may love me.


But I just can't be with you like this anymore.
Alejandro.

Name: Alejandro (A-Lé-han-dro)

Age: 35 Moons

Gender: Male

Mate/Crush: Open/Seeking

Cutter: No way. He wouldn’t let any twolegs get a hold of him for anything resembling that.
Collar: See above.

Kin: Dawn – Mother – NPC
Eddie – Father – NPC
River – Sister – NPC
Sky – Sister – NPC
Unnamed Brother – Deceased - NPC


Description: Alejandro could look like a kittypet. He seems to have a certain exotic, distinguished look, as though he’s an actual precise breed instead of a mutt of a cat. His heritage is not sparkly and neat. His kin includes cats of every breed, shape and size and so this boy was just another blur in it. However, throughout that hazy family tree remains one pure, true trait; Glassy, round green eyes with an odd amber lining on the edges. Alejandro believes that this is the one thing about himself he would keep, as this links him with his family. Any cat with those eyes has a good chance of being related to him.

Alejandro has a distinguished build again. His head is a bit small, or so it seems with the huge eyes. It is perched atop wide, powerful shoulders that lead down to a broad back. He’s a very long cat. His body stretches down to two sharp and angular haunches, which connects with long, thin but strong legs. His ears are very large and tall, but again this could just be emphasized by the “small” head. Angular and stretched, this cat appears to be sort of an oddball. But these misgivings are completely thwarted once he moves. Even for a tall cat, he moves with an incredible swiftness and mesmerizing beauty. It seems the long body is divided in two separate parts, which move along in different ways. It’s hard to explain, but it makes every movement for Alejandro a sort of charming dance.

Alejandro has short, pale grey fur, which could be disputed as an almost white in some lights. But, once you see it correctly it is definitely be concluded as a very pale ashen colour. It is very, very slightly darker on his face and shoulder blades, but it is barely noticeable.

Personality: Alejandro is everything a kittypet shouldn’t be. A stereo-typical kittypet is playful, lazy, weak and bubbly. Reverse all those words and what do you get? Serious, active, strong and irritable. There’s Alejandro for you. As far as he’s concerned, a twoleg isn’t a companion or a caregiver. It’s simply the person who he technically “belongs” to, the one whose nest he sleeps in at night. Why doesn’t he run away? He hasn’t got a reason. He doesn’t particularly dislike the twoleg, and it’s not like he’s abused. He doesn’t see the point of breaking free and just making things harder for himself.

Alejandro, for some reason, finds the slightest interest in conversations. He doesn’t mind engaging in them, but he’s okay with silence and independence. He’s rough and tough, and definitely the kind of cat that likes to appeal to others. He’s not gentle, instead street-smart and wily. And once you’re his friend or his mate, you’re with him for life. Especially when you’re a mate, you are his and his alone, forever.

History: Alejandro was born into the care of twolegs. He was born in a shelter, right after his mother was taken in from the forests. He was conceived in the wild, had a stray mother, and that is perhaps why he isn’t oh-so-adorable and innocent. Right from the beginning, after his birth as the oldest kit in a litter of she cats, he was the strongest, the fiercest and the bravest. The twolegs got Dawn (his mother) Eddie (his father) a private little pen for the kits to grow up in until they were old enough to join the other homeless cats.

The kittens were born healthy, except for the last one, who was also a tom. He was born alive, but very, very small and underdeveloped, with misshapen legs. The mother simply tossed him out of the nest and that was that. He was never named or loved. Just a tiny blur in Alejandro’s birth. Alejandro grew up with two sisters, who had the brilliant tabby pelts of their father while he had the plain pale grey pelt. He didn’t mind, though. He was named Mist, his sisters River and Sky.

The twolegs seemed to have a different name for him, Alejandro. They would call him once he was old enough, and he just started responding to that name and gradually grew out of Mist. It was never really discussed, and just happened. Alejandro grew up quickly, and once he and his siblings were four moons old they were put up for adoption with other cats. Alejandro grew bored of his sissy sisters, who were she cats and rarely wanted to play fight and wrestle. All of the other cats were grown and too old or serious for games, and so he matured rapidly.

Soon, Sky was adopted for her beauty and pleasant attitude, and River several days later, because of her magnificent tabby pelt and gorgeous, long fur. AA family came along and adopted him when he was five moons old. They put him into a cage with a soft blanket and whisked him into a monster after talking with the staff and filling out forms. Alejandro hated it. In the dark, in the oblivious, in the fear. When he finally saw the sunshine and smelled the air he vowed never to set a paw down in any cage, ever.

He was bought as a going away present for the oldest son in the family, who was basically an adult. There were smaller children, who were half his size and screamed and cried. They annoyed Alejandro to no end. He lived with the family for a moon, until the son moved out completely with him. But during his stay at the house, he learned many things. The small twoleg kits would pull him and squeeze him and annoy him to no end, so one evening he escaped through a window onto the roof. It was his first time outside, and it was quiet. Alejandro stayed on the roof for hours, and then went back the next day, travelling farther and farther until he was running through the gardens. But the happiness was short lived as he was soon forced against his will into a cage, and was crammed there among boxes for hours until they came to a new, unfamiliar, empty nest. This was his new home, and soon furniture came in and he was better. But after the cages he is now refusing to ever, ever, ever, ever get near one. He just won’t. He hates them, and that’s that.

And so Alejandro grew up, getting used to his new home and the gardens around it. His young twoleg has a job most of the day, but Alejandro doesn’t mind. He likes the company of cats, anyway. He set off to get acquainted with some cats, but the area he lives in doesn’t have many, and those there are either kittens or old cats. So he travelled down some streets, into a neighbourhood with more cats. He now has a daily routine: Wake up when the twoleg does, at dawn, stretch, walk around, get outside when the twolegs leaves, catch breakfast, and set off down the road, occasionally catching some mice. Then he returns at dusk when the twoleg does. It’s a good life.

Roleplay example:

Other: Theme song: Alejandro. XD By Lady Gaga. The lyrics not so much, but the beat, music and tune is totally Alejandro.

I know that we are young,
And I know that you may love me,
But I just can't be with you like this anymore,
Alejandro

She's got both hands
In her pocket
And she wont look at you
Won't look you at
She hides through love
En su bolsillo
She got a halo around her finger
Around you

You know that I love you boy
Hot like Mexico, rejoice
At this point I gotta choose
Nothing to loose

Don't call my name
Don't call my name, Alejandro
I'm not your babe
I'm not your babe, Fernando

Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch
Just smoke one cigarette and run
Don't call my name
Don't call my name, Roberto

(Alejandro
Alejandro
Ale-ale-jandro
Ale-ale-jandro) x2


(Just stop
Please, Just let me go Alejandro, Just let me go)

She's not broken
She's just a baby
But her boyfriend's like a dad, just like a dad
Draw those flames that burn before him
Now he's gonna find a fight, gonna fool the bad

You know that I love you boy
Hot like Mexico, rejoice
At this point I gotta choose
Nothing loose

Don't call my name
Don't call my name, Alejandro
I'm not your babe
I'm not your babe, Fernando

Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch
Just smoke one cigarette and run
Don't call my name
Don't call my name, Roberto

(Alejandro
Alejandro
Ale-ale-jandro
Ale-ale-jandro) x2


Dont bother me,
Dont bother me, Alejandro
Dont call my name,
Dont call my name, Bye Fernando
I'm not you're babe,
I'm not you're babe, Alejandro
Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch,
Fernando

Dont call my name,
Dont call my name, Alejandro
I'm not you're babe,
I'm not you're babe, Fernando
Don't wanna kiss don't wanna touch.
Just smoke one Ciggarette and run.
Don't call my name,
Don't call my name,
Roberto.

(Alejandro
Alejandro
Ale-ale-jandro
Ale-ale-jandro) x2


Don't call my name,
Don't call my name, Alejandro.
I'm not you're babe,
I'm not you're babe, Fernando
Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch
Just Smoke one Ciggarette and run.
Don't call my name,
Don't call my name, Roberto.


(Alejandro
Alejandro
Ale-ale-jandro
Ale-ale-jandro) x2

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I don't mean to intrude here, but why don't you put direct links to your cats' bios? It really does make it much easier to find them...