(( Whoops, I almost forgot to put "Salami", my bad. Hurrrr...))
Name: Cheat. (Hawhaw, never play a game with a cheetah because they..CHEET. IKnowI'mSoQueerSadFace.)
Gender: Female.
Age: Young Adult.
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Parents: She doesn't remember them.
Mate: None. (Maybe her name gives off a bad vibe? ; n
Offspring: None.
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Personality: Although her name suggests different Cheat is a rather kind soul, bubbly and semi-optimistic she tries to stay light hearted. She figures her 'rents were playing some sick game when they named her. Playing and sleeping goes hand and hand with this little female, she likes a good romp but when she's sleepy- Watch out! Cheat has designated a large section of her heart to nature and it's beings, aiming to respect everything from glow bugs to her prey. Cheat is also very easily distracted. If you send her off to deliver a message, beware, it may take a wee' bit longer than expected.
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Ingame Username & Forum Username: Spoonz/Spoonz.
Desired Rank: Warrior.
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RP Sample: Moonlight krept along side shadowed paws, casting it's light for both enemy and allie to see by- whether a blessing or curse, no one could really decide. After many long moments of deep silence a single, high pitched and ear splitting chirp errupted. "Strike!" Screamed a heavy voice, comanding his troops to move forward and attack. Many paws moved at once, claws slashing at the soil and pulling up grass as lean bodies rushed forward. Two sides surged towards each other- each side thinking the other was at fault for some petty crime. Squeals and screams echoed into the night, the sound of paws thudding against fur covered flanks, shoulders and muzzles. The cheetahs fumed, their rage floating above the miniscule war that took place on the warm savannah. The fued between the two Tribes had been going on for centuries, no one really remembered what caused it- no one really cared, but after a mindless teen had gone an done something- what was it? What did she do again? No one really remembered that either...Each Tribe- North and South- had declared war, and tonight one would fall.
Minutes ticked on by, each minute counting final breaths before someone fell, their speckled body hitting the sand and soil with a gentle "Thadunmp" that no cheetah paid much heed too. If ones enemy fell, they simply moved on, batting and biting at another.
The moon was waning, and one particular side was dropping like flies, their bodies littering the ground like small mounds of fluffy stuffed animals. The cheetahs who ruled the North were pushing the Southerner's back- easily. The South's King huffed and chirped in anguish, watching his Tribe fall- each tribe was only 30-40 strong, he'd seen other Clan's or Tribe's pass through his land atleast 60 strong in his day- he could not bear the sight of losing his members any longer and with a single, swift and unwilling chirp his members pulled themselves away from their current battle and fled the scene.
As the Sun rose, glaring at the filthy mess below him, the Southern Tribe limped home, slow, and holding eachother up. The King had done a head count once they were well enough away from the 'happy' out-burst of the Northerner's- 25. He had 25 subjects left. A tear fell from the male cheetah's golden eye, falling against his chest as she ducked his face from the others, not wanting them too see that after everything they went through, their King cummbled beneath their paws anyways.
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(( Meow, I hope I'm not too late to be recruited. C:))
