::neon blue : loner::

[Neon Blue]

neon blue
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_{thirty one moons - loner - loner}

hair just as gold as the sun
appearance
eyes just as dark as the moon

face cut in sharp, blunt angles that give her a serious, hard expression and ears set wide at an angle making her seem just as alert as she seems serious. with strikingly stunning blue eyes, she is a tom who can call attention to herself, but not at all because she is beautiful. her figure quiet lanky, not enough muscle despite her constant training, along with her stern face doesn’t earn her many points in the beautiful factor. in her favor however is her short, silky, soft fur, the same lovely shade of blue as her mothers.

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just the way i am
personality
the one and only

one of the first things you’ll ever learn about this cat is her unique way to bring sarcasm into every conversation, mainly because of her irritation with stupid questions that have obvious answers. however it becomes even more unique when her sarcasm is mixed with her twisted sense of humor. although many do not appreciate the annoying and sometimes depressing mix, she often manages to change minds when they catch the second side of her nature. extremely laid-back and aloof, she proofs to be quiet the listener when her sarcasm has dimmed down. always relaxed and at home with herself and her surroundings, there isn’t much that can unsettle her or throw her of course. but it’s also because of this that others sometimes view her as unemotional or cold, in reality she’s just one laid back, hard working cat trying to find her way in the world. it’s true that she can be gruff when it comes to spill out her heart or opening up to others, but in the long run she enjoys the close filling that comes with being able to open up to others as hard as it may be for her. another thing she finds hard to do is hold a grudge. her laid back and casual attitude don’t allow for her to hold on to such negative and tiring feelings for long. it’s this reason why her temper when ever riled, although extremely violent, is quickly diminished.

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wrap it up and send it back, i don't want it
history
where the sugar comes from

born last in a litter of seven, she was the smallest of her kin. her first fight between her and her siblings as they wiggled their way to their mother’s belly, already weak from birthing and under feed thanks to leaf-bare, there wasn’t enough milk to feed five kittens let alone the seven that wailed in hunger. but there was nothing that could be done, and so her mother and father watched in agony as slowly the kits died off. first Mary, then black, next stripe, and finally august. all in a matter of days they lost more then half of their first litter. falling into a depression his mother would do nothing more then lay there, her three surviving kits drinking when they needed to, curling closer for warmth when they were cold, while their father desperately tried to bring his love back from the black pit in which she was losing herself in. but she could not be brought back and although she ate little and drank less, she somehow managed to feed her surviving kits and live until they were old enough to eat the food there father could bring them. her death left its deep aching wound in every kit and most deeply in her father, now only a shell of his formal self. her father became forgetful, lazy and detached, his dazed eyes always trained on the spot where there mother had taken her last breath. only moving to turn on her and her siblings, he blamed them for her death he would say. if they hadn’t come into the world, she wouldn’t have given her very soul to keep them alive. she never abused her and her siblings, but her words were abuse enough and they had to stick together to survive. learning to hunt on their own, their father wouldn’t hunt for them. if there mother could starve then so could they he would say. he didn’t want them around anymore, he would always tell her and her kin to leave but he would never enforce his words. it seemed he too was looking for suicide. to join his love, where ever they went after death. but she and her siblings never left their father, not only because they were still very young, but also to watch his death. to make sure that he was really going to leave this world before they abandoned him forever. her father managed to pull through for many moons before he died, and in his last gasping breath he blamed them one last time and told them to leave. after burying his body, the three kits finally obeyed their father’s wishes. they left, each going in there own direction, their love for each other strong, but their dreams and desires pulling them onto different paths. her life after that was different as she learned to accept that she was alone in the world, her paws taking her on many adventures and getting her into much trouble. but she always thinks back on those days in that den, where all those horrible memories were made. one day, she promised herself, she would go back and she’d make her own memories there to erase all the bad ones made.

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lets see the way you groove
rp sample
music to my ears

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missed a step
other
something bothering you mister

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[Neon Blue]

Accepted