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Post by Promethius on Jun 23, 2014 23:05:54 GMT
The brown tabby stood defiantly on the border, tall and proud. Her chest was slightly puffed out, showing an immense forest of curly apricot chest fur. The female's pelt was a luscious chocolate fondue brown with slightly, but ever so slightly darker stripes. She was an easy pelt to forget, but not her face. Her face, whose features had been shaped as delicately as a cave being slightly worn away with each wave that crashed upon it, was delicately features, with no scars whatsoever. The lack of scars were not because she had never been to battle before, rather, exactly the opposite. The female, whose tawny luminaries that were the color of a silhouette of wheat, with a sunset fading behind them. They were not dark, but rather a honey color. Like the sun sweeping through the bend in the swaying of the golden wheat, casting it's fading light upon the golden flax of the wheat making it shine. No, indeed her face was hard to forget, but her pelt color, that was a different expression entirely. She was, though, in fact fairly young, though the kind smile or the kindness in her eyes or even the innocence that should be in the none moon old's beautiful oculars. But where there should be a happiness or even some regular emotion for an anti-Clan, there only was a defiance. A defiance to not let herself remember the past. The past that set that defiance. Though she knew she could never defeat the fear of that evil that had befallen upon her that fateful day. First the dream would come, then the paranoia, then the delirium. It had happened many times to her. It would not be a surprise to see the cycle repeating itself once more.
Here the female stood, tall and proud, though she was nine moons, the domestic tabby looked much much older, at least a year. Here the beauty stood, her paws planted firmly shoulder length apart, her long and puffy brown tail swaying at her side.
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Post by мιdnιgнт ✯ on Jun 24, 2014 3:22:22 GMT
The large liger femme padded over, dipping her head in greeting to the joiner. "Name and business." she questioned with a yawn as she then sat down and waited patiently, head held high and chin lifted. Horizon always liked to make a good first impression, but she would never admit it to just anyone.
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Post by Promethius on Jun 24, 2014 11:23:29 GMT
The female looked pointedly a the only one who had decided to arrive and meowed, "Sage, and you are?" She inquired with a slight dip of her petite cranium, her honey colored oculars focusing on the liger once more. She had learned well enough from the city she had previously lived in to never give out your name bless tbwas absolutely necessary, which this was."And my business here is to join, if you'll have me, " she meowed, her voice like quicksilver.
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Post by Civet. on Jun 27, 2014 8:26:02 GMT
while horizon infinity actually had the time to display a good first impression, orca didn't care. he was told to go with the flow by his brother, but what the hell. like his usual appearances, the tuxedo had decided to waltz over, as in, actual dancing. he spun around at times, like a ballerina, and did he care? hell no.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2014 20:34:12 GMT
In the distance from where the beautiful she-cat had come, there was another figure making it's way; Sage's brother, Sail, stumbled over his own four paws as he tried to make his way to his dear littermate. He carried none of the grace of being that she did, and his eyes held only a far-off look in their sky-blue orbs. He bounded to the familiar cat and the strong stench of a clan, or rather anti-clan, border with outstretched paws. "Sister, wait for me..." He meowed in a voice that was a bit out of breath. His dark, striped fur rippled in a sudden breeze as he stopped, panting, by the other cat. It was only then that he noticed the other two anti-clanners and remembered his manners, "Ah, hello, I'm Sail..." His head whipped in Sage's direction when he realized she had already requested to join this place, the Warfare. He looked up, blue eyes wide as they stared past the odd-looking tuxedo cat and towards the territory. "Yeah.. me too..." He muttered as another breeze blew softly around the cats and towards their, hopefully, new home. He blinked, "Oh, please." the tom added in a hurry.
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Post by Promethius on Aug 2, 2014 12:16:12 GMT
The very average brown tabby smiled softly, just a ghost of the original she had once been on her maw. It could easily dazzle guys, her full on smile. And it had, all the way back home. But she wasn't looking for boys. She had known enough heartbreaks to be wary of love. She blinked her emerald luminaries, her eyelashes fluttering open again as she nudged her brother lightly, "Aww, you just needed to keep up, it's your own fault you fell behind, " she gently teased, jabbing a petite paw at him playfully. Aww, little brothers, they were something, don't you agree?
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