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Post by dovestar on Nov 21, 2006 15:21:09 GMT -5
Name: Silverpool
Gender: She-cat
Clan: RainClan
Mate Requirements: I want this to be a forbidden love, if thats okay! Her mate must love her for who she, and he must let her bare his kits. He needs to be nice and willing to keep the forbidden love a secret.
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Post by ~Snowstar~ on Nov 22, 2006 0:51:15 GMT -5
I am just in the prossess of making a tom's bio. I'd love him to be the mate you are requesting! Could you wait a day or so until I've posted it??  |
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Post by dovestar on Nov 22, 2006 8:55:59 GMT -5
Sure, what Clan is he in? I sort of want it to be forbidden
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Post by ~Snowstar~ on Nov 23, 2006 0:32:51 GMT -5
Well it sure would be forbidden! He is from FrostClan. However, there is a twist! (Mua-ha-ha)!! He is *drum role please* NICE! I'm gonna post it in a few minutes.. .. ..
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Post by dovestar on Nov 23, 2006 22:23:12 GMT -5
Who is he?
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Post by ~Snowstar~ on Nov 23, 2006 23:59:10 GMT -5
Well, here you go..!..
NAME: Diamondpelt
NICKNAME: Diamond
GENDER: Tom
AGE: Eighteen Moons
CLAN: FrostClan
POSITION: Warrior
APPEARANCE: Diamondpelt is certainly handsome and when he is happy he has the most wondrous smile which could make any Queen go weak at the knees! His fur is a most unusual colour with bits of blue, black and white that merge together. The strangest factor in his appearance is the mysterious design which covers his back. The pattern is that of a huge, black diamond and it is the first thing which any cat notices about him.
Diamondpelt’s face is set in a strong, bold position. His whiskers, nose and mouth add to his handsomeness and his figure is extremely muscular.
PERSONALITY: This is one rebellious cat! Diamond barely ever does as he is told and he is often caught telling rude and disrespectful stories about higher members of FrostClan. It is not a secret that Diamondpelt isn’t at all loyal to his clan and many of his peers hate him for this.
The fact is, this tremendous fighter has such a loving, warm heart, that he will never fit into the cold clan. He has absolutely no desire to hurt others and he has always been friendly and nice to those who treat him the same in return. However, because he is a member of FrostClan, he cannot make this known to cats of other clans; he is immediately recognised as an enemy.
HISTORY: Diamondpelt’s parents were both evil through and through. His mother, Coalpelt, died at his birth but he has heard the tales of her cruelty and ruthlessness to all others. Stripedpelt, his father, killed himself when Diamond was five moons old, but he was not missed as he was hated, not only by SnowClan, RainClan and SunClan, but also the whole of FrostClan.
So, essentially, this warrior has grown up without anyone close enough to watch over him, and this has made his life rather lonely. As a young kit and apprentice he tried desperately to join in with the heartless activities of others, but it soon became obvious that he had no desire to hurt anyone. In FrostClan, a kind heart has never been welcomed.
But, now that Diamondpelt has lived quite a number of moons, he has learned to accept who he is and fight back...
IC: Diamondpelt entered the camp at a steady run. He had been out since sunrise hunting and he hadn’t eaten anything all day. So, after depositing seven creatures on the pile of fresh kill, he sat down with a fat mouse for himself.
Tearing at the juicy flesh, he felt the saliva dripping from his open mouth. Within second he had gulped it all down and he yawned. Suddenly he became aware of a shadow which was cast over him and he looked up, his grey eyes wide.
“Strongclaw,” he groaned unhappily. He did not mean to invite an argument, but he could not hide his great disliking of FrostClan’s deputy.
The huge tom loomed over him menacingly and growled under his breath. “Missing from camp the whole day and then you return to scoff down the fattest mouse you can get your hands on!”
Diamond just stared and him, rising to his feet to stand up to the senior warrior.
“Try to make out that you’re all niceties, don’t you, Scum? Ha! I see through you! Rip up a kit their sleep you could–”
“Oh no, Strongclaw,” the warrior’s face was cold and fierce. “I’ll leave those expertise to you.”
The deputy lifted his paw into the air ready to strike, but Diamondpelt was too quick. Without expressing any effort caught his senior on the shoulder leaving a shallow, but painful, gash.
“Mousebrain!” Strongclaw yowled. Then he laughed and turned slightly towards Froststar’s den, “She’ll teach you a lesson, I think.”
“Just let her try!” he shouted after him. However, he felt a tiny quiver of fear inside him. His leader was certainly to be feared; but he wouldn’t give in to her rages.
HISTORY CONTINUED: Diamondpelt is brave and strong and he will survive his life in FrostClan, despite his differences, until the day when his dream of being free shall come true. Will it ever come true?
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Post by dovestar on Nov 24, 2006 12:59:56 GMT -5
I'll take him!^^
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Post by ~Snowstar~ on Nov 25, 2006 3:47:12 GMT -5
Yay!! *smiley*
So...
Just say when and where you'd like them to meet! Can't wait.
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Post by dovestar on Nov 25, 2006 12:27:02 GMT -5
I accually don't know...let me think
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Post by ~Snowstar~ on Nov 28, 2006 23:51:58 GMT -5
Okay! Take you're time... We've got until the end of the gathering!
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Post by ~Snowstar~ on Jan 25, 2007 0:51:10 GMT -5
Sorry Dovestar. Because you haven't been active for AGES, Diamondpelt cannot be the mate. I need someone to actually roleplay with. Sorry.
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