Posted by StarlingsHour on January 29, 2009, 8:04 pm
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Name: Ildri
Age: 2
Breed: Quarter Horse
Gender: Female
Personal Strength: Intelligence in War and Under Pressure
Personal Weakness: A Twisted Personality
Minor Objective: Do not draw attention to yourself, stay hidden
Super Objective: Become a leader, promote peace
Kingdom Preference: Supraya
Intended Class: Warrior
Sample Post: (This is from a site called Hissy Fit Cats, The character I play is Wylie. It is not my longest post but I believe I wrote it well)
The cat slinked through the trees. Her bodice twisted to avoid the thickets. Thickets were noisy and troublesome; she did not do noisy and troublesome. Well at least the noisy part. Small paws would weave over the leaves that layered the ground. It was the first time she had come here and already she loathed the place. Females crawled over the male cats trying to seduce them, make him pick them. Her eyes rolled in discust. Still she moved on. The canopies high above her rattled with the bustling lives of birds.
A grin was not planted on her face as her feet brought her closer and closer to the edge of the small forest in which she resided. Tall grasses passed over her bodice as she moved between them. Her goal: to reach the tree on the opposite side of the sea of grass. A movement in the grass to her left caught her attention. She swung her hind quarters eighty degrees to the right. Her orbitors picked up the faint sound of a family of hares. Stalking forward just abit, she pounced. Well trained muscles sprung towards her target. Sharp ivories silently snared the father hare by the neck, suffocating him. She licked the blood off of her lips and swallowed him whole. Her stomach satisfied she began once again, to trudge toward the tree.
Reaching the based she quickly shimmied up the trunk. Once her pads struck a sturdy limb she stood and walked across it into the sparce leaves at the very end. Any large cat would have trouble balancing on such a thin branch, but not her. Agility, balance, brains, and beauty; she possesed them all. Common sense was not a strong point of her's but she could live without. Dark chocolate brown orbs worked their way back and forth across the horizon line looking for...well she really didn't know. Maybe she would find a suitable place to stay, she doubted it. Blood remained on her whiskers. If anyone was to take her in they better forsee this warning for it was the only one they would recieve.
As the day drew on and her patient wore thin her loathing for this place became hate pure hate. Her eyes would stare off into the distance into nothing and she would daze, her mind wandering. Constantly she flexed her claws. Occasionally she would begin to draw in the bark beneath her. 'I mine as well solve the meaning of life, death, and creation." She mumbled angrily under her breathe. The length of her tail hung off of the branch, a becon to any who wished to find her. Flicking back and forth it was quite easy to see all dressed in black and gold.
The sunset was beautiful. Today pink, purple and blue hues crossed the sky. She was discusted with it, pink and purple are symbols of love and trust and blue is loyalty. Why would anyone want to love trust or be loyal to anyone but yourself? She harrumphed. Love, pshh. What a waste of time. This female did not beleive in love or anything of the sort. Love was pettish in her eyes; a sickening show of so called affection. Her brother had fallen in 'love'. She rolled her eyes. What a useless little welp he had chosen too. Pretty yes, but down right dumb. The day she had met the wh*re she had to bite her lip from laughing, but even that didn't work. She had exploded when the cat had mistaken the sky as the color purple at noon. Commel had banned her from his land for mocking his mate. Mate is all that he wanted to do with her, that's for sure.
Her tail started to flick again, back and forth, back and forth. The repettetiveness was addicting. Still she didn't smile. This place was horrid, anyone with any sense could see that. She scoffed almost silently, but then again at the time you could have heard a pin drop so it sounded as if the scoff echoed throughout the valley. As the sun fell behind the mountains and darkness enveloped her, her eyes began to glow a beautiful light purple. A mysterious color, dark and perfect. The swirls of navy inside the purple intreeged everyone she met. Many believed she was an evil cat, she said thank you. Her sole was a dark and empty place. Don't get her wrong though, she was full of passion and pride, just it was bottled up in the center of her being, reserved for herself only. A selfish being was she. Wylie was her name, and no one, no one, would take that from her.
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