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From the highest sloped in North America to the low lakes, endangered and hiding, 6 species of cats roam these lands. Trying to survive the best they can, unable to figure out why hunters deem their pelts and bones so desirable. How will you survive? --------------------- A slice of life representation of the life of North American cats. --------- Rules! - Follow all of Eve's rules!
- No godmodding. Your big cat is powerful, but not all the time.
- There needs to be at least 10 sentences for personality and 8 for appearance. Dots points need to be 10 if you are writing that way.
- Please link your pictures if needed responsibly.
- Stick to the cat profile and stick to your sheet for your cat.
- Reservations will only last 24 hours. It will be removed after that.
- No crossing species.
- ALL genders and sexualities are allowed, not common (for cats) but are welcome.
- Hate the character, not the writer.
- Swearing is okay but not in every sentence please.
- 3 characters per person.
- Have fun!
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Big Cats - ............... Pumas! - DustRose - Crimson Path - Crimson Sunset - Tombstone pack - Reserved! - Bobcat! - - - Ocelot! - - - Canadian Lynx! - - - Jaguar! - Ares - Tombstone Pack - - jaguarundi! - Reserved! - - --------------------------- All sheets need to be in proper animal's power, weight and height. Their activity and what they are like. Some are more brave, some are more likely to hide. |
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Character Sheets! ---------------------- Name: - Species: - Age: - Gender: - Appearance: - Personality: - Family: - Backstory: - Kitts?: - Mate?: - Other: |
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Name: DustRose - Species: Puma - Age: 6 yrs - Gender: Female - Appearance: Her stance is wide and open hearted. DustRose's pale golden eyes match her golden coat, white on the vaunrable spots that show scars of attackers that have failed. Her paws are large, providing great padding for most surfaces, able to grapple onto prey and [redators alike easily. Her strong back legs giving her enough force to propel her several metres in the air. DustRose is 2metres long and around 37 kilos heavy. She stands at 83 centre metres tall from her paw pads to her shoulders. She has random chips and bite scars from animals, usaully giving her a raged and unnaproachable look to her. But her heart shinesthrough her eyes. - Personality: DustRose is reserved. Her childhood has shown her to great threats that she does not want to see again. Her life has been about how to hide and stay hidden. When she is out it gives her hope that maybe she can life a carefree life. Well as much as she can anyway. Dust tends to lean more towards the higher cliffs and rocky ledges. Not wanting to stay on solid and flat ground. Her preferences lie in what you can climb. And how well you can stay there. Staying in high places has also gotten her to the point she has mastered the ability of suprize attacks. This is useful if she ever wanted a mate or kitts of her own. - Family: A mother and 2 sisters. They split ways long ago. - Backstory: From the moment Dust was born is was always chaos. Moving densites and trying to provide food as best as her motr could. Life was hard for the first year. Then Dust finally leanred how to use what she was born with. She was a slow starter, ever really grasping the concept as fast as her sisters did, but now her mother would be proud. She has always kept that chaos, never being totally comfortable in her den or place of residence. Always moving and trying to find somwhere better. - Kitts?: None, open - Mate?: None, open - Other: n/a |
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reserving puma and jaguarundi |
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Name: Crimson Sunset "Crimson" Species: Puma Age: 4 years Gender: Female Appearance: Crimson stands at 90 cm (3 feet) tall at the shoulders, making her a relatively big female of her species. She is a muscular cat with a dark red pelt, where she got her name. Lighter patches sprout on her haunches, back, underbelly, and throat/chest. With glowing amber eyes she is a sight to behold, a truly stunning specimen. She has big paws with razor sharp sliding claws that tend to glint in the sunlight. Scars marr her atheletic, lithe body to show she was in fights- but the fact that she was still alive and healthy meant she won every one. The most ditinguishable is a long scar down her back right leg, that twsist around her pastern like a vine. The tip of her tail, tips of her ears, and back legs/haunches are marked with faint black points. Personality: Crimson is a battle-hardened female with enough sass for 4. She tends to not like males because they mistreat her, and dare say, pay. She does not take kindly to anyone that insults her, annoys her, or irritates her, and will tend to snap and growl. An excellent hunter, she has learned from many fails how to get it right, and it now more of a Leathal Weapon than a cougar. She will not hesitate to jump into any fight she deems neccesary for her expertise, and while fighting she is very determined. Courage and braveness are unboundful in Crimson's personality, and she will stand up to any stuck up cat, showing them who is boss. (her). Sometimes being a little too quick to anger and judging, she tends to push friends away. Yet, when one sticks close enough, she will be loyal to them for life, protecting them in the good and the bad, and stick by their side as long as she lives. Crimson is hard to get to, and has thick outer walls, but on the inside she can be a sweet loving cat... way down deep. Family: Mother poached, no idea where father went, all siblings died either before birth or near after. Backstory: Crimson was born to the queen of the cougars in the mountains. Her mother was a strong, independant cat that was very determined, like her, and didn't take well to strangers. Crimson had 2 siblings but one, a runt of a male, died before birth and the other, another smaller female, died right after. Honestly she was glad because they looked like puny little things and probably wouldn't have survived, from what she could remember. As she got older and matured, her mother taught her everything she needed to know, and how to fight anyone that stood in her way. The one enemy her mother told her they had were the humans, and she got warned about them over and over and over. After Crimson was almost full grown her mother was on a hunting trip when her mother was taken by surprise by a group of humans, who killed her.. with a big fight. Three of the humans got viciously mauled and one died in the hospital days later, but they had a cougar pelt to show for it. After that Crimson mourned for a minute, but hardened her outside layer and moved on with life, rising to the position her mother once had- top puma. Kits(?): None Mate(?): None (Open, PM me) Other: N/A |
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Name: Ares (Meaning: War, Strength, Courage [Greek god of war]) Species: Jaguar Age: 5 years Gender: Male Appearance: Ares is a simply astonishing 351 lbs, with a height of 3.4 feet at the shoulders. He is a humongous muscular brute of a male with an extremely dark red pelt and lighter spots with black circles around them. Scars marr his body, the most distinguishing being one that goes straight through his left eye- thankfully he was not blinded when he got the scar. Long scars stretch across his flank and down his haunches from many, many won fights. Using his size and sheer terrifying looks, he has won his fair share of fights. Being named correctly, Ares is definitely a killing machine. He has a robust body and great strength, with giant paws and sharp claws. Long fangs sprout from his mouth, stained red with blood from prey and his victims. Coppery eyes shine out of his dark red face with a fiery look. Personality: Ares is a quiet brute, one who doesn't like to interact with others as much. He has a joking streak and likes to tease others, but otherwise he wouldn't talk at all. He is a determined individual but doesn't really need to press to get what he wants. Most of the time he looks at whatever he wants and the animal that is hoarding it either dies from fear or leaves, shrieking bloody terror. Ares doesn't particularily like that everyone and everything seems to be terribly afraid of him, but he has learned to accept who he was. It would take a lot of convincing from someone he really cares about to tell him he's not a monster. Ares is brave but he doesn't really have to be. He has a daring edge that comes from being in his prime, always wanting to get something more. Family: Father, obviously left- or got chased away by the mother. Mother kicked him out as soon as he grew old enough to live on his own. He had one sibling, a sister, who he never saw after he got kicked out. Backstory: As said above, Ares was born with one sister. He was taught how to hunt and the basics of life, then got kicked out as soon as he knew enough to survive. He wandered all the way up, away from his home territory and to the north more, trying to find a territory of his own. After finding a little slice of heaven, he used his size to steal it from an older male jaguar and won the battle. With plently of prey, shelter, and water, it was the perfect place to live. Ares has been challenged many times for the land but no one has succeeded yet. Kits(?): None Mate(?): None, too Anti-Social (haha) (Open, PM me) Other: None |
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Lost Carols said:
reserving puma and jaguarundi
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Accepted!
Tombstone Pack said:
Name: Crimson Sunset "Crimson" Species: Puma Age: 4 years Gender: Female Appearance: Crimson stands at 90 cm (3 feet) tall at the shoulders, making her a relatively big female of her species. She is a muscular cat with a dark red pelt, where she got her name. Lighter patches sprout on her haunches, back, underbelly, and throat/chest. With glowing amber eyes she is a sight to behold, a truly stunning specimen. She has big paws with razor sharp sliding claws that tend to glint in the sunlight. Scars marr her atheletic, lithe body to show she was in fights- but the fact that she was still alive and healthy meant she won every one. The most ditinguishable is a long scar down her back right leg, that twsist around her pastern like a vine. The tip of her tail, tips of her ears, and back legs/haunches are marked with faint black points. Personality: Crimson is a battle-hardened female with enough sass for 4. She tends to not like males because they mistreat her, and dare say, pay. She does not take kindly to anyone that insults her, annoys her, or irritates her, and will tend to snap and growl. An excellent hunter, she has learned from many fails how to get it right, and it now more of a Leathal Weapon than a cougar. She will not hesitate to jump into any fight she deems neccesary for her expertise, and while fighting she is very determined. Courage and braveness are unboundful in Crimson's personality, and she will stand up to any stuck up cat, showing them who is boss. (her). Sometimes being a little too quick to anger and judging, she tends to push friends away. Yet, when one sticks close enough, she will be loyal to them for life, protecting them in the good and the bad, and stick by their side as long as she lives. Crimson is hard to get to, and has thick outer walls, but on the inside she can be a sweet loving cat... way down deep. Family: Mother poached, no idea where father went, all siblings died either before birth or near after. Backstory: Crimson was born to the queen of the cougars in the mountains. Her mother was a strong, independant cat that was very determined, like her, and didn't take well to strangers. Crimson had 2 siblings but one, a runt of a male, died before birth and the other, another smaller female, died right after. Honestly she was glad because they looked like puny little things and probably wouldn't have survived, from what she could remember. As she got older and matured, her mother taught her everything she needed to know, and how to fight anyone that stood in her way. The one enemy her mother told her they had were the humans, and she got warned about them over and over and over. After Crimson was almost full grown her mother was on a hunting trip when her mother was taken by surprise by a group of humans, who killed her.. with a big fight. Three of the humans got viciously mauled and one died in the hospital days later, but they had a cougar pelt to show for it. After that Crimson mourned for a minute, but hardened her outside layer and moved on with life, rising to the position her mother once had- top puma. Kits(?): None Mate(?): None (Open, PM me) Other: N/A
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Tombstone Pack said:
Name: Ares (Meaning: War, Strength, Courage [Greek god of war]) Species: Jaguar Age: 5 years Gender: Male Appearance: Ares is a simply astonishing 351 lbs, with a height of 3.4 feet at the shoulders. He is a humongous muscular brute of a male with an extremely dark red pelt and lighter spots with black circles around them. Scars marr his body, the most distinguishing being one that goes straight through his left eye- thankfully he was not blinded when he got the scar. Long scars stretch across his flank and down his haunches from many, many won fights. Using his size and sheer terrifying looks, he has won his fair share of fights. Being named correctly, Ares is definitely a killing machine. He has a robust body and great strength, with giant paws and sharp claws. Long fangs sprout from his mouth, stained red with blood from prey and his victims. Coppery eyes shine out of his dark red face with a fiery look. Personality: Ares is a quiet brute, one who doesn't like to interact with others as much. He has a joking streak and likes to tease others, but otherwise he wouldn't talk at all. He is a determined individual but doesn't really need to press to get what he wants. Most of the time he looks at whatever he wants and the animal that is hoarding it either dies from fear or leaves, shrieking bloody terror. Ares doesn't particularily like that everyone and everything seems to be terribly afraid of him, but he has learned to accept who he was. It would take a lot of convincing from someone he really cares about to tell him he's not a monster. Ares is brave but he doesn't really have to be. He has a daring edge that comes from being in his prime, always wanting to get something more. Family: Father, obviously left- or got chased away by the mother. Mother kicked him out as soon as he grew old enough to live on his own. He had one sibling, a sister, who he never saw after he got kicked out. Backstory: As said above, Ares was born with one sister. He was taught how to hunt and the basics of life, then got kicked out as soon as he knew enough to survive. He wandered all the way up, away from his home territory and to the north more, trying to find a territory of his own. After finding a little slice of heaven, he used his size to steal it from an older male jaguar and won the battle. With plently of prey, shelter, and water, it was the perfect place to live. Ares has been challenged many times for the land but no one has succeeded yet. Kits(?): None Mate(?): None, too Anti-Social (haha) (Open, PM me) Other: None
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