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INTRO
» _{You yawn as you wake up. Another bad dream. You stand up in the small rabbit-hole you were spending the night in and padded out. Your aching bones pushed you out into the sun. Another perfect day, you saw, and you walked towards the opening of the large forest. You sigh as you walk into the entrance, not caring where you were heading. As you walked on, you stopped for the occasional drink, and then continued. You did admit you played with a couple leaves, but honestly, who cares? As you were padding, not paying attention to where you were going, you hit a tree! As you studied the tree, you noticed it blocked the way! The ivy was too thick to go around, and you were not brave enough to climb over. You started pacing back and forth, not sure what to do, when suddenly you heard a loud and ungraceful screech. "ATTACK!" And before ou knew it, you were being jumped on, crushed, beaten and-
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You awoke, breathing deeply. Yet another bad dream... You looked at your surroundings, and wondered where you were. "Awake? Finally." You recognized that voice from somewhere... The screech! You whipped your head around and was met with a raven black she cat's face. "Hm, pathetic." she muttered, turning away, flicking her tail on your nose. "Why are you here? Are you a kittypet?" she asked, spitting out the word kittypet. You shake your head no and explain what happened. "Ah, I see..." she said, pondering to herself. "So, do you wish to leave and be forgotten, or stay and be with us, the rogues?" She held out her paw for you to grab it in a signal that you will stay. Now it's time for your decision. Will you stay? Or will you flee?}
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TERRITORY
» _{Being rogues, they move around often. But normally they reside in their Great Oak, and inside the almost-hollow tree there are many nests. The nests are made up of dried mud, dead grass, and prey pelts. The "leader" of the group, Banette, sleeps in the top with the worst pelts, while the elders of the group will have the best. The ranks go from kit to small-hunt to big-hunt to leader. They protect anything from coming behind their territory with thick ivy that cuts through almost anything.}
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CATS
» _{Banette ~ BLAH BLAH BLAH, CAT DESCRIPTION HERE.}
» _{Caine ~ BLAH BLAH BLAH, CAT DESCRIPTION HERE.
{{repeat as many times as needed}}}
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PREY AND ENEMIES
<sub>prey
shrew
mice
deer (for group of 4 only!)
elk (for group of 4 only!)
squirrels
starlings
rabbits

enemies
· Kittypets
· bleh
· bleh
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RULES
#1: _{Please be kind and courteous to everyone, including enemies!}
#2: _{Let newcomers join in! Don't leave others out!}
#3: _{Be use at least more than 3 sentences when describing your character. I absolutely hate it when someone only says "She is a black she cat with blue eyes." Add in some spice!}
#4: _{If you read these, put 'WCFers RULE!' in the others section.}
#5: _{If you decide you want to get graphic, please notify me or someone else who can contact me. I will see what it is you want to do, and will see if I permit it.}
#6: _{Enjoy the RP! If you ever have any concerns, tell me and I'll see what I can do!}
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THANKS!
_{I hope you enjoy this RP!}

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JOINING FORM
_{Cat's Name:
Description:
Accessories:
Scars? (optional):
Other:}
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MEMBERS
ҳ̸Ҳ̸ҳ ɢoldeɴѕтαr ҳ̸Ҳ̸ҳ _{- Banette, Caine}
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NEWS
_season
Leaf-Bare _{{winter}}(no)
New-Leaf _{{spring}} (no)
Green-Leaf _{{summer}} (yes)
Leaf-Fall _{{autumn}} (no)

_{relationships}
o = crush, x = mates, ?¿ = unknown, ~ = family
<sub>Banette ~ Caine
Caine ~ Banette

what's happening
November 8th - The Lone Pack was born!</sub>

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{ This looks pretty interesting, yes, I shall join.
Cat's Name:
Zachariah
Description:
 A surprisingly ghost-like, pale black tom with semi-fluffy yet short, soft, dark grey fur with strange, barely noticeable darker stained stripes around his legs, back, and paws; sometimes you can only see in intense light. He has fathomless, pale, washed out blue eyes that might as well look right through you when meeting his gaze. His stature is rather lithe and sleek, with long legs to help balance out his slightly broad shoulders. His face is rounded and long, giving off the illusion of dishonesty. Yet he has a feeling about him that gives off a friendly vibe, despite the amount of scars decorating his soft out look. A still healing, clean cut is residing on the bridge of his nose, trailing from the middle of his nose to his left cheek bone. Another scar could be found on his chest, the fur there not growing completely to show the outlining of a jagged scar that slightly ghosts onto his right shoulder. To go more into his appearance would be to point out the little things; his specific species of cat, the Curled-Ear, would suggest where he gets his curved ears from. His eyes most of the time are narrowed and pupils not so much dilated to a slit, his tail being a bit shorter and yet furrier then most. His limbs are long to allow him to take long strides and fast sprints, this great for his advantage when it comes to running away or avoiding trouble. It may come to a time where his tall stature is a disadvantage, but it is possible that time may never come. Now despite some things, his eye sight isn't the greatest. It’s dark and yet cold glaze gives off a flawless appearance at first glance, but his eyes are rather blurry and somewhat down his chances in winning if in a fight or trying to hunt from a distance. 
Zachariah has a bit of a traumatized personality to most. He comes off as a shy and very obedient young cat, not one to speak up unless he spoken to or is noticed. When he’s offered something, he generally takes it in a bit of a generous and yet cautious manner; like he was once deceived when someone offered something last. Perhaps in his past he was deceived and knocked out, it is indeed highly possible, but it is unsure. Now Zachariah is more or less a skilled hunter, not one to really practice fighting skills whatsoever, so his nose can just about pick up any scent if there is a breeze. Now he may be fast and agile, but these attributes are just from moons of running off or keeping away from anyone in general. He dislikes large amounts of other living creatures, feeling as if they’d probably turn against him at some point in time. This is why he keeps his distance and tries to eliminate the possibilities of anything past the smallest friendship. This causes him to isolate himself, his emotions and what not usually building up in times if he does not express them as freely around others. Despite his obvious dislike in others, I suggest those around him at least try to get him to open up.
Accessories:
A very dark grey collar that contains a small yet audible bell is around his neck rather tightly. He has made many attempts to remove it to no avail.
Scars? (optional):
As mentioned; A still healing, clean cut is residing on the bridge of his nose, trailing from the middle of his nose to his left cheek bone. Another scar could be found on his chest, the fur there not growing completely to show the outlining of a jagged scar that slightly ghosts onto his right shoulder.
Other:
WCFers RULE! }