So sorry...

[Teza]

Ok, this plot is for my character Almondpelt (http://areptesa.wixsite.com/wcochars/almondpelt) and Lonestar23's char Bushhunter (got a link, Lone?). They are a lesbian couple who don't know they are lesbians yet.

The plot comprises of Almondpelt and Bushhunter falling in love, but not realizing it until after Almondpelt thinks she's fallen for [Tom]. About a moon (maybe more) goes by and Almondpelt is pregnant with [Tom]'s kits. Well, [Tom] is an abusive mate to Almondpelt, and after a moon (or more) of mental abuse, he starts physically abusing her. This draws Bushhunter's attention and she kicks [Tom]'s butt to save Almondpelt from his torture before her kits are born. Bushhunter will be seen as the second parent to the kits.

Roles Needed

Tom: This cat needs to be male, and needs to be abusive to his mate. He will get beaten in a fight against Bushhunter, but will not die from his wounds.
Kits: I'm unsure if we will accept kits at this moment in time, but they will need to look like a mix of [Tom] and Almondpelt.

Forms

Linked
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No Link
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Age:
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Appearance:
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[ConfusedCas]

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(ONLY if no one else applies for the tom, this is just a backup c: same goes for the kit, if someone else gets the tom I will make a new kit)

Tom Form
Name
Sootstorm

Age
34 Moons

Personality
Manipulative, Charming, Aggressive, Hard-Working, Pompous, Keen
On first look he seems to be your average hard working warrior but little do others see that he is a manipulative, rude, tom. He only things of himself and who will continue on his legacy. As well as being strong he is clever as well. Sootstorm often figures out cats quickly and how to exploit their weaknesses to control and benefit himself. He does have a kind side, or at least the side he uses to hide his aggressive self which is his flirty personality. He often charms she-cats and makes them fall easily, like a snake.

Appearance
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/2e/0a/62/2e0a621fa387e2a8317aa0308da2a311.jpg
His base pelt is a charcoal black that fades into a light gray as it goes down his pelt in large stripes and a light gray underbelly. His tail is fully black as well as his paws. Sootstorm's frame is a bulky muscular build very well used for fighting. Dark blue eyes.

Questions/Other
What's the reason why he starts being a meany?

Roleplay Sample
Rowan padded along letting his mind stray far into the clouds. Clumps of snow occasionally intercepted the dirt trail that hadn't seemed to be trodden on in many moons. His stomach let out a small rumble but he knew he could go much longer without prey as he had gotten accustomed to being awfully hungry on his journeying, as well as thirsty, tired, and even at times lonely. A smile pulled his lips back as he remembered the last interaction he had with a certain interesting loner by the name of Torture. Rowan, as usual, had developed a crush but it didn't last. Suddenly he squeaked in surprise as his paw snagged on a tree root, ripping him from the daydreaming and into reality. Hissing a curse he scrambled back up and shook the bits of dead leaf and snow from his dark auburn red pelt. He lifted his twitching nose and decided to hunt whilst he still had his strength and energy up. His ears twitched up in surprise as a faint cat scent wafted in front of his nose. His tail lifted happily as it made him happiest to meet new felines. Simmer down, not all of them are friendly. His mind flashed back to the memories of meeting a hostile clan patrol back when he was exploring the forest. Though some of them, such as Talonpaw, were curious, innocent, and kind their were the territorial as well. Rowan twitched his whiskers impatiently reminding himself to stop drifting off.
He sped up into a trot in search for the cats, hoping they were fascinating. The scent got stronger and stronger as he walked on and by the time he got closest the sun had switched sides of the sky but was still above the trees. Rowan carefully stepped out of the shelter of the undergrowth and in view of the others. "Hello." His voice rumbled softly in his throat as he greeted the pair with kind, and gentle lime green eyes.


Kit Form
Name
Hollowkit || Hollowpaw || Hollowstorm

Age
Unborn

Personality
Sarcastic, Blunt, Caring, Paranoid, Charming, Passionate (and something from Bushhunter's perso that he grows up with and is added to his personality)
Hollowstorm has a sharp tongue and often gets in trouble due to his sarcasm and blunt attitude. Even if he is blunt he usually does try to be careful, a trait he got from his biological mother, Almondpelt. Another thing he inherited from his mother was paranoia but it was mostly his fathers fault as he constantly suspects others think he is aggressive like Sootstorm. His detailed persos a WIP.

Appearance
https://lostcathershey.files.wordpress.com/2014/07/not-persian-face-1.jpg
Shockingly he looks almost exactly like Sootstorm besides his glowing amber eyes.

Questions/Other
If accepted can he be the oldest/first born?




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[Teza]

SpiralTheRival

To answer your question, it could be anything really. He could have been mentally abusing her all along and then when she refuses one thing he could turn to physical. Its really up to y'all xD

[ConfusedCas]

SpiralTheRival

To answer your question, it could be anything really. He could have been mentally abusing her all along and then when she refuses one thing he could turn to physical. Its really up to y'all xD
x3 alrighty

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[NightWarrior4Life]

Name: SleekKit
Age: unborn
Gender: female
Personality: as a kit she is shy and a bit of a loner but, with the right mentor and training, she will become a skilled fisher.
Appearance: thick, rough, brown fur similar to that of a beaver and great large green eyes.
Other: none
RP example: SleekKit tossed and turned in the nest, brushing her head against her mother's side. This little brown fur ball was the newest edition to Riverclan. SleekKit could smell milk, creamy, warm, sweet. She was hungry. She cried out "meeeeeeew!" And stretched her little paws as far as they could go, as if trying to grab the milk off of her mother herself. "Mew! Mew! Mew!" She started chanting, the smell getting stronger every heartbeat, she could almost taste it! All was quiet in the nursery, and the brown she-kit could hear the splashing of fish in the river, the rustle of reeds in the calm winds. This was her home now, she was going to enjoy growing up here. Something about it made green-eyed SleekKit want to dance around all day, the fresh air empowering her.

[seasalt]

dang, making another character...
The Loud Prickle of Thunderclan.
If I'm not accepted, which I will scrap this character for a later date. completed!!!
Name:
Pricklekit | Pricklepaw | Pricklebush
Prickle, for her spiky, and rough furred pelt. -bush for his sassy, sarcastic nature, and the way she ruffles others fur the wrong way, and as a result, irritates, and angers older cats, its also after her spiky, and rough furred pelt.
Age:
Unborn [Obviously haha]
Personality:
Flighty || Bigmouth || Disrespectful || Independent || Tomboy || Loud || Rough || Sarcastic || Sharp-tempered || Sassy || Carefree || Ignorant || Immature
As a Kit; Pricklekit is not some cat you would trust with something to do at all. She's rather flighty, and extremely irresponsible, and very, very wild, almost to recklessness. Pricklekit also has a bigmouth, and isn't hesitant in saying her opinion, and is quite insulting if she wants to be. Which, is part of the reason for her disrespect towards others. She's extremely disrespectful, and won't listen to a word you say, if your not in her family group. Pricklekit is independent, wanting to her thing, and not get any help from ANYONE, and won't listen at all. She's also not the "girly girl type", and often is rolling around in the dirt, getting her paws sticky with mud, the typical tomboy. Prickle is LOUD, like, really loud, and is likes to make lots of racket. You could probably hear her a mile away, which is really, how loud and rambunctious she is. The best part of Pricklekit's personality is her rough nature, she acts tough, and she does tough, roughhousing daily with other kits, and is often involved in many, many fights. Sarcastic is all Pricklekit's way. At times, she's extremely snarky, and whenever she's fighting with some cat, she doesn't have anything nice to say, your up for a challenge alright. Temper. Pricklekit has a very sharp temper, and is easily angered by anything that she hates, or by someone who starts an argument. Sass. Pricklekit is all about this. She absolutely will not tolerate bullies, and any cats that upset her, and will give them a "sweet" talking to. Prickle is also rather carefree, and is a rather easy going cat if you can get through her thick shell, that is. She's ignorant of the world, with free innocence, and seems to think she's the top of the world at times, but she doesn't actually say it. Pricklekit is extremely immature, and is very childish, and at times, extremely stupid. She thinks a lot of things are true, when they are exactly not true.
Appearance:
The most noticeable thing about Pricklekit, is the fur itself. Indeed, it is rather rough, and spiky tufts pop out in some places, and makes her look like a bramble bush in a forest, and it's rather medium sized, not too long, but not too short. Pricklekit is the exact copy of her mother, almost, as she doesn't have a lot of white like her mother, only in speckles, and a white mitten, slightly. Her whole fur is a light brown color, a bit on the tan side, but more darker at most, with whites speckles dotting across her pelt, with one white paw on her front left leg, going all the way up, about three fourths white, and two threes brown, looking a lot like a deer, but not having the stubby tail. Her eyes, however, are not her mothers, and are a bit on the dark orange, with a mix of ice blue in it, and it's not exactly amber, more a icy cold color, like ice its self.
Questions/Other: Shrug.
Roleplay Sample: Alderscreech gave a nod, it was her son's choice, not hers, she wouldn't shape his life the way she wanted to, anyways. "It is your choice if you acknowledge her, and the kits, or not." The old ginger tabby replied, tail swishing gently, the breeze blowing rather roughly, making her squint a bit to keep her eyes from watering. Irritating... Her ears twitched irritably, the wind was as irritating as a buzzard, to say the least, and it bothered her very deeply, and quite literally. She her expression turned from irritated, to a rather thoughtful one, and was silent as he talked about another cat who had taken an interest in the kits, that could become a good thing. Obsidiansky....hmm, I suppose... "If he has, then perhaps Sagewhisker will calm down a little, but only time will tell Blazingstar. I'm sure she won't hold a grudge, if anything." Alderscreech replied, a nod of assurance, well, as reassuring as she could get, anyways. A gleam of amusement shined in her eyes, perhaps she could lighten the conversation up a little. "I'm fine and well, don't you worry a thing about me." Alderscreech joked lightly, glad that he was calm right at the moment. "You must have duties to fulfill today, right?, so I won't waste anymore of your time." The molly twitched an ear good naturedly. Things indeed, felt like they would truly, get better.

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