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Huzzah for RP groups! I reused Arrow because I can. 8D

This is for . Join join join! 8D

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Name: Arrow

Gender: Male

Age: 6 months

Rank: Pupil

Breed: Mixed

Personality: A serious cat for his age (and size!), Arrow is very formal, using only polite language and calling every cat by prefixes such as "Mr." Ma'am", and the likes. He's not very social, preferring to observe rather than participate. He lacks strength and agility, but makes up for it with his intellect and ingenuity. He's rather wary and cautious of other cats. He's also ambitious, when he sets his sights on something, he will do everything in his power to get it. He has a peculiar fixation with feathers and objects akin to them--he'll get absolutely crazy playing with them, almost like he's on catnip. (huzzah for high cats! 8D)

Brief Back story: His mother, Ixora, had wanderlust. Since Arrow was born, he had never stuck to a place too long. Ixora knew of the dangers lurking in the wide world, so she taught him the art of covering tracks from a young age, to prevent any potential disasters. One day, however, Ixora was mauled by a hungry fox, leaving Arrow to fend for himself. He wandered aimlessly until hunger finally drove him to some food stashed in a cart of a train. He was caught trying to steal the tribe's food. He joined soon after, but not without some disapproval by some cats who thinks he's a mere thief.

Relationships:
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= Neutral
= Friend
= Close Friend
= Crush
= Love
= Family
= Dislike/Hate
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RolePlay Example:

Arrow glanced at the stash of prey. It was getting dangerously low. He couldn't bring himself to grab even a small mouse, even though his stomach was protesting.

Thief.

The word rang in his mind. His gaze turned towards his sleeping tribemates. An occasional stir here and there, but besides that and the constant rattling of the caravan, it was silent. He crept to the edge of the cart, careful not to step on any tails or paws, and sat down, watching trees, buildings and other shenanigans pass by in a blur.

Mother would've loved the tribe. He thought as he rested his head on his white paws. They never stayed in a place for too long, and they always visited new sites and saw new things. Just the way his mother liked it.

And maybe... If she was here... I'd fit in a little better.

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I hope he gets accepted! 8D

Arrow (c) ~ShahirahLikesMilk

Description
Huzzah for RP groups! I reused Arrow because I can. 8D

This is for . Join join join! 8D

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Name: Arrow

Gender: Male

Age: 6 months

Rank: Pupil

Breed: Mixed

Personality: A serious cat for his age (and size!), Arrow is very formal, using only polite language and calling every cat by prefixes such as "Mr." Ma'am", and the likes. He's not very social, preferring to observe rather than participate. He lacks strength and agility, but makes up for it with his intellect and ingenuity. He's rather wary and cautious of other cats. He's also ambitious, when he sets his sights on something, he will do everything in his power to get it. He has a peculiar fixation with feathers and objects akin to them--he'll get absolutely crazy playing with them, almost like he's on catnip. (huzzah for high cats! 8D)

Brief Back story: His mother, Ixora, had wanderlust. Since Arrow was born, he had never stuck to a place too long. Ixora knew of the dangers lurking in the wide world, so she taught him the art of covering tracks from a young age, to prevent any potential disasters. One day, however, Ixora was mauled by a hungry fox, leaving Arrow to fend for himself. He wandered aimlessly until hunger finally drove him to some food stashed in a cart of a train. He was caught trying to steal the tribe's food. He joined soon after, but not without some disapproval by some cats who thinks he's a mere thief.

Relationships:
-------------------------------------
= Neutral
= Friend
= Close Friend
= Crush
= Love
= Family
= Dislike/Hate
-------------------------------------

RolePlay Example:

Arrow glanced at the stash of prey. It was getting dangerously low. He couldn't bring himself to grab even a small mouse, even though his stomach was protesting.

Thief.

The word rang in his mind. His gaze turned towards his sleeping tribemates. An occasional stir here and there, but besides that and the constant rattling of the caravan, it was silent. He crept to the edge of the cart, careful not to step on any tails or paws, and sat down, watching trees, buildings and other shenanigans pass by in a blur.

Mother would've loved the tribe. He thought as he rested his head on his white paws. They never stayed in a place for too long, and they always visited new sites and saw new things. Just the way his mother liked it.

And maybe... If she was here... I'd fit in a little better.

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I hope he gets accepted! 8D

Arrow (c) ~ShahirahLikesMilk