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When Alexandra ("Bo") Fuller was home in Zambia a few years ago, visiting her parents for Christmas, she asked her father about a nearby banana farmer who was known for being a "tough bugger." Her father's response was a warning to steer clear of him; he told Bo: "Curiosity scribbled the cat." Nonetheless, Fuller began her strange friendship with the man she calls K, a white African and veteran of the Rhodesian war. With the same fiercely beautiful prose that won her acclaim for Don't Let's Go to the Dogs ...

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Overview

When Alexandra ("Bo") Fuller was home in Zambia a few years ago, visiting her parents for Christmas, she asked her father about a nearby banana farmer who was known for being a "tough bugger." Her father's response was a warning to steer clear of him; he told Bo: "Curiosity scribbled the cat." Nonetheless, Fuller began her strange friendship with the man she calls K, a white African and veteran of the Rhodesian war. With the same fiercely beautiful prose that won her acclaim for Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight, Fuller here recounts her friendship with K.

K is, seemingly, a man of contradictions: tattooed, battle scarred, and weathered by farm work, he is a lion of a man, feral and bulletproof. Yet he is also a born-again Christian, given to weeping when he recollects his failed romantic life, and more than anything else welling up inside with memories of battle. For his war, like all wars, was a brutal one, marked by racial strife, jungle battles, unimaginable tortures, and the murdering of innocent civilians—and K, like all the veterans of the war, has blood on his hands.

Driven by K's memories, Fuller and K decide to enter the heart of darkness in the most literal way—by traveling from Zambia through Zimbabwe (formerly Rhodesia) and Mozambique to visit the scenes of the war and to meet other veterans. It is a strange journey into the past, one marked at once by somber reflections and odd humor and featuring characters such as Mapenga, a fellow veteran who lives with his pet lion on a little island in the middle of a lake and is known to cope with his personal demons by refusing to speak for days on end. What results from Fuller's journey is a remarkably unbiased and unsentimental glimpse of men who have killed, mutilated, tortured, and scrambled to survive during wartime and who now must attempt to live with their past and live past their sins. In these men, too, we get a glimpse of life in Africa, a land that besets its creatures with pests, plagues, and natural disasters, making the people there at once more hardened and more vulnerable than elsewhere.

Scribbling the Cat is an engrossing and haunting look at war, Africa, and the lines of sanity.

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The author half dismisses this memoir as "a slither of a slither of a much greater story," but she is wrong. Scribbling the Cat is a haunting memoir about Africa and the borderlines of behavior. Fuller, who was born in England, was raised in Rhodesia, Malawi, and Zambia. Returning to Africa on a Christmas visit a few years ago, she met K., a white African who had fought in Rhodesia's brutal civil war. Ignoring her father's warning to steer clear of him, she befriends this former racist warrior, now a dour born-again Christian, and journeys with him from Zambia through Zimbabwe and into the killing fields of the Rhodesian War. Traveling, as it were, into the past, she comes to grips with K.'s personal demons and her own. A portrait in miniature of a scarred continent.
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Memoirist Fuller (Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight) describes this book, about her friendship with a Rhodesian war veteran, as "a slither of a slither of a much greater story." This disclaimer doesn't excuse the book's thinness, as it traces Fuller's journey with the white ex-soldier, K, from his farm in Zambia through Zimbabwe and into Mozambique, to the battlefields of more than two decades ago. Fuller evokes place and character with the vivid prose that distinguished her unflinching memoir of growing up in Africa, but here she handles subject matter that warrants more than artful word painting and soul-searching. Writing about war its scarred participants, victims and territory Fuller skimps on the history and politics that have shaped her and her subjects. Her personal enmeshment with K is the story's core. She's enamored of his physical beauty and power, and transfixed by his contradictions: K's capacity for both violence and emotional vulnerability, his anger and generosity, the blood on his hands and the faith he relies on (he's a born-again Christian) to cope with his demons. Fuller becomes K's confessor, and the journey turns into a kind of penance for her complicity, as a white girl in the 1970s, in a war of white supremacy. When K recounts how he tortured an African girl, Fuller swallows nausea and thinks, "I am every bit that woman's murderer." Fuller and K embark on their road trip ostensibly for the shell-shocked man to get beyond his "spooks" and for Fuller to write about it, but this motivation makes for a rather static journey. Photos. (On sale May 10) Forecast: Don't Let's Go received rave reviews, and readers of that book will probably want to read this new one. A 10-city author tour, national review coverage and national media attention will drive interest. Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
With Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight, Fuller gave us a lacerating account of growing up in Africa at a time when black rule was replacing white rule. Here she proves that though she now lives in Wyoming, she can never really escape Africa. During a trip home to visit her parents, Fuller meets the mysterious K, a battle-scarred survivor of Rhodesia's civil war, who remains haunted by his experiences and lives alone after the departure of several wives and the death of a child. He still speaks contemptuously of black Africans but is a born-again Christian. To try to understand him-and hence Africa itself-Fuller agrees to travel with him to the area where he served as a soldier. This really is a trip into the heart of darkness, evocatively rendered in Fuller's astonishing prose. Along the way, the reader is caught wondering just what this woman thinks she's doing and whether the travelog is so artfully rendered as to be entirely real. (Will Fuller ever turn to fiction? One hopes so.) But in the end, this is a beautiful and powerfully moving account that gives us some insight into the tragedy of Africa today. If curiosity scribbled (that is, killed) the cat, then let yourself be scribbled. Highly recommended.-Barbara Hoffert, "Library Journal" Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
The author of Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight (2002) takes a demon-haunted tour of Zimbabwe and Mozambique in the company of an ex-soldier who fought with the Rhodesian Light Infantry. Visiting her parents in Zambia, Fuller meets K, a white African banana farmer and a veteran of the Rhodesian War. She finds him both "terrifying and unattractive"-he radiates a sense of violence and unpredictability-but also fascinating for the ghosts he harbors. K's born-again Christianity temporarily keeps the specters at bay, but they will slowly be released as he and the author return to the scenes of his wartime experiences. "I don't think we have all the words in a single vocabulary to explain what we are or why we are," writes Fuller, who knows she will be capturing only one facet of K-and not a pretty one. Seen through encounters with his comrades-in-arms, K is obviously capable of the acts of terror he committed during the war. Yet he's also capable of reflecting on the crushing death of his young son: "All those people I destroyed, all those lives. . . . The Almighty was showing me what it was like to lose a child." As we tumble through K's profound misery, we ride through an equally dismal Zimbabwean landscape; Fuller is adept at painting each. Zimbabwe is deeply unromantic, a place of labor, strain, and toil in which the marginalized must be endlessly resourceful simply to survive; life expectancy is 35 years, and randomly dispersed landmines, a handful for each citizen, remain a threat. Fuller learns more than she wants to know about the brutal, indefensible war, about what happens when you give a man an attitude and a gun, and about her own willingness to lead K on to get at a story. Aworried, restless, and haunted piece of work, tattooed and scarred from beginning to end.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781594200168
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA)
  • Publication date: 5/3/2004
  • Pages: 272
  • Product dimensions: 5.56 (w) x 9.64 (h) x 0.99 (d)

Meet the Author

Alexandra Fuller

ALEXANDRA FULLER was born in England in 1969. In 1972, she moved with her family to a farm in southern Africa. She lived in Africa until her midtwenties. In 1994, she moved to Wyoming. She has three children.

Good To Know

In our interview with Fuller, she shared some fascinating facts about herself:

"There isn't a moment that I am not thinking about Africa. I am either thinking about it in relation to what I am writing at that time, or I am thinking about it in relations to where I am geographically (I am writing this at my desk in my office overlooking the Tetons, which could not be further, you might argue, from Zambia. Yet, I have been thinking all morning that the cry of an angry great blue heron -- they are nesting in the aspens at the end of our property -- sound like Chacma baboons)."

"The best way for me to evoke the same sense of place and the same smells and the same space of Africa is when I am out riding. I have a rather naughty little Arab mare, whom I accompany (it would be an exaggeration to claim that I "ride" her) into the mountains almost every day when the snow is clear. Something about being away from people, alone with a horse and a dog, fills me with an intense sense of joy and well-being, and I always return from these excursions inspired (if not to write, then to be a better mother, or to cook something fabulous, or to do the laundry)."

"I have come to the conclusion that I can only write about something if I have actually smelled it for myself. I have no idea what this says about me, but I think it's a fact of my work. I also cannot think of something without immediately evoking its smell (for example, if I think of my father, I think of the smell of cigarette smoke and the bitter scent of his sweat -- he has never once worn deodorant, so his smell is very organic and wonderfully his -- and of the faint aroma of tea and engine oil he exudes). Once, in France, a particularly thorough journalist (he had 50 questions for me!) said, somewhat accusingly, 'You have written here in your book' (it was Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight) 'about the smell of frog sperm. What exactly does frog sperm smell of?' And without hesitating for a moment, I replied, 'Cut turnips,' which I think surprised both of us."

"I love to write, and I dislike overly long interviews."

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    1. Hometown:
      Wilson, Wyoming
    1. Date of Birth:
      March 29, 1969
    2. Place of Birth:
      Glossop, Derbyshire, England
    1. Education:
      B. A., Acadia University, Wolfville, Nova Scotia, Canada, 1992

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Uncharacteristic Sole Flood

BECAUSE IT IS THE LAND that grew me, and because they are my people, I sometimes forget to be astonished by Africans.

But I was astonished, almost to death, when I met K.

For a start, K was not what I expected to see here.

Not here, where the elevation rises just a few feet above ennui and where even the Goba people-the people who are indigenous to this area-look displaced by their own homes, like refugees who are trying to flee their place of refuge. And where the Tonga people-the nation that was shifted here in the 1950s, when the colonial government flooded them out of their ancestral valley to create Lake Kariwa-look unrequitedly vengeful and correspondingly despondent. And where everyone else looks like a refugee worker; sweat-drained, drunk, malarial, hungover, tragic, recently assaulted.

Down here, even those who don't go looking for trouble are scarred from the accidents of Life that stagger the otherwise uninterrupted tedium of heat and low-grade fever: boils, guns, bandit attacks, crocodiles, insect bites. No ripped edge of skin seems to close properly in this climate. Babies die too young and with unseemly haste.

If you count my parents and K, there are maybe two dozen people-out of a total population of about sixty thousand-who have voluntarily moved to the Sole Valley from elsewhere. That's if you don't count the occasional, evaporating aid workers who slog out this far from hope and try to prevent the villagers from losing their lives with such apparent carelessness. And if you don't count the Italian nuns at the mission hospital who are here as the result of a calling from God (more like an urgent shriek, I have no doubt).

Sole Valley is a V-shaped slot of goat-dusted scrub between the Chabija and Pepani Rivers in eastern Zambia. The town of Sole has metastasized off the cluster of buildings that make up the border post between Zambia and Zimbabwe. It consists of customs and immigration buildings, a (new and very smart) police station, an enormous tarmac parking lot for trucks, and a series of shabby tin and reed shacks that billow tarpaulins or plastic sheeting in a feeble protest against rain or dust and that offer for sale black market sugar, cooking oil, salt, mealie meal, and bread.

welcome to sole, says the sign. speed kills, condoms save.

People at the border post climb out of their cars and you see them looking around and you can hear them thinking, Save me from what?

Guinea fowl destined for a torturous journey into someone's pot clatter from their bush-tambo baskets, "Nkanga, nkanga!" and the Heuglin's robins call from the dust-coated shrubs, "It's-up-to-you, it's-up-to-you, up-to-you, UP-TO-YOU."

Truck drivers in diesel-stained undershirts slouch in the shade of brothels and taverns, suffocating their boredom with women, beer, and cigarettes. A sign dangling above the shelves of one tavern, whose wares include not only beer and cigarettes but also condoms and headache pills, asks, have you come to solve my problems or to multiply them? Prostitutes lounge from trucker to trucker, casually soliciting in a hip-sliding sly way that hides their urgency. It's a deadly business. Cutthroat and throat-cut. Girls as young as twelve will sell themselves to the long-haul truckers for as little as a meal or a bar of soap.

In the shade of a shack that advertises max barbers arc welding and battery charge now open, a truck yawns and surveys its parts, which are vomited greasily on the ribbed earth in front of it, while a young man in a shiny nylon soccer shirt has his hair braided into porcupine spikes by a woman with deft fingers.

And next to a sign that says relax & discus restarunt we sale shima & tea, two women from the Watchtower Society sit out in the sun with their legs stretched out in front of them, stern in their reproachfully white robes. They drink Coke and eat cakes of fried mealie meal.

There are, in Africa, many more glamorous and inhabitable addresses than this low sink of land on the edge of perpetual malaria. Scratch the surface of anyone who has voluntarily come to this place-and who is unguardedly drunk at the time-and you will invariably uncork a wellspring of sorrow or a series of supremely unfortunate events and, very often, both.

Scratch-and-sniff.

Stiff upper lips crack at the edge of the bar, and tears spill and waves of unaccustomed emotion swallow whole brandy-and-Coke-smelling days. These tidal waves of sadness and hopeless nostalgia (not the hankering for a happy, irretrievable past, but the much worse sensation of regret for a past that is unbearably sad and irrevocably damaged) are more prevalent when the heat gets too much or when Christmas creeps around and soaks the senses with the memory of all that was once promising and hopeful about life. And then tight tongues grow soft with drink and the unavoidable sadness of the human condition is debated in ever decreasing circles until it sits on the shoulders of each individual in an agonizingly concentrated lump. Eventually someone drinks himself sober and declares that life is short and vicious and unveeringly cruel, and perhaps it's best not to talk about it.

The hangovers from these drunken confessions of titanic misery (aborted marriages, damaging madness, dead children, lost wars, unmade fortunes) last nine or ten months, during which time no one really talks about anything, until the pressure of all the unhappiness builds up again to breaking point and there is another storm of heartbreaking confessions.

But K, perfectly sober and in the bright light of morning, volunteered his demons to me, almost immediately. He hoisted them up for my inspection, like gargoyles grinning and leering from the edge of a row of pillars. And I was too curious-too amazed-to look the other way.

It bloody nearly killed me.

THE YEAR THAT I went home from Wyoming to Zambia for Christmas-the year I met K-it had been widely reported by the international press that there was a drought in the whole region. A drought that had started by eating the crops in Malawi and Zimbabwe and had gone on to inhale anything edible in Zambia and Mozambique. It was a drought that didn't stop gorging until it fell into the sea, bloated with the dust of a good chunk of the lower half of Africa's belly.

News teams from all around the world came to take pictures of starving Africans and in the whole of central and southern Africa they couldn't find people more conveniently desperate-by which I mean desperate and close to both an international airport and a five-star hotel-than the villagers who live here. So they came with their cameras and their flak jackets and their little plastic bottles of hand sanitizer and took pictures of these villagers who were (as far as the villagers themselves were concerned) having an unusually fat year on account of unexpected and inexplicably generous local rain and the sudden, miraculous arrival of bags and bags of free food, which (in truth) they could use every year, not only when the rest of Africa suffered.

The television producers had to ask the locals-unused to international attention-to stop dancing and ululating in front of the camera. Couldn't they try to look subdued?

"Step away from the puddles."

Rain slashed down and filming had to stop. The sun came out and the world steamed a virile, exuberant green. The Sole Valley looked disobediently-at least from the glossy distance of videotape-like the Okavango Swamps. Women and children gleamed. Goats threatened to burst their skins. Even the donkeys managed to look fortunate and plump. In a place where it is dry for nine months at a stretch, even the slightest breath of rain can be landscape-altering and can briefly transform the people into an impression of tolerable health.

"Explain to them that this is for their own good. God knows, I am not doing this for my entertainment."

If the television crews had wanted misery, they had only to walk a few meters off the road and into the nearest huts, where men, women, and children hang like damp chickens over long drops losing their lives through their frothing bowels. But HIV/ AIDS is its own separate documentary.

Life expectancy in this dry basin of land has just been officially reduced to thirty-three. How do you film an absence? How do you express in pictures the disappearance of almost everyone over the age of forty?

"Please ask those young boys to look hungry."

The young boys obligingly thrust their hips at the camera and waggled pink tongues at the director.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 9, 2006

    The unvarnished truth

    I went to live in Zimbabwe in 1983. Rhodesia had been dead three years, but lived on in the hearts of the white population. In both her books Alexandra Fuller captures the poignancy of the war and the defeat of Rhodesian dreams, and also the hopelessness of the situation of the the Africans. I heard many stories of atrocities similar to the one recounted by K. These stories reflected what happens in all wars - young men with guns and power and an under-developed sense of responsibilty do terrible things. Everything about both her books rang true, but the second was a very brave attempt to portray the horror of war. I hope she writes more.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 28, 2005

    Africa memories brought alive

    I have enjoyed both the books written (and have re-read Lets go to the dogs 3x) but Scribbling the Cat gave me quite a shock at the Bloodnut in the book was my husband,Terry He spelt it Bludnutt because actually he was whitish blonde but had thin hair (something to do with a ringworm treatment in Zambia where he lived on a farm as a young child.)His scalp got red as a rookie, hense the nickname. His photo is also in the book. I wondered why he was wary of dogs. He passed away in 2002 at 47 so I had a good cry last summer as it was unexpected seeing his picture, then the dog memory of K. Many friends have bought the books since I enlightened them.....

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 19, 2004

    read your history

    trying to explain the Rhodesian war to my american friends living in germany is like trying to explain snow to an african who's never travelled - it is so different to anything that they could ever experience that - they cannot understand why I would want to go back to zimbabwe (to visit)and heaven forbid take my young kids there - for there are 100's of K's - men who were young and patriotic and followed their leaders blindly into battle (a bit like the young ones in iraq) - or the vets of vietnam - these men have never fully recovered or had any kind of PTS counselling - they are the worst of us displaced zimbabweans that are scattered around the world -put into a search engine rhodesia and you will be amazed at the websites and the need to cling on to our past because the country does not exsist anymore - it has become a burnt out shell of what it once was - she travelled there because its her past. you cannot begrudge her that. It was such a small white community clinging on to the impossible (thank god)that we became an extended family and to this day I can go to any country anywhere in the world and ask for assistance from a fellow zimbo and we will help each other - even though we had never met before. Only when I became an a teenager as Bobo did I realise how wrong the ideals were - don't think why did she consort with these people - they were us - it was everybody fighting for survival - I can just see a young american writing a book like this about the iraq war in years to come - what a waste of young lives, what a waste of what was and still is in many ways a beautiful country the wildlife and countryside is fantastic - but how long can the animals survive if the people are starving - 5yrs ago it was a progressive country in africa. if your american and intrested in africa brush up on your history

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 7, 2014

    Rainsplash

    Name- Rainsplash. <p>

    Gender- Tom! <p>

    Age- About 20 Moons. <p>

    Rank- Warrior. He'd be honored to be a mentor, though. <p>

    Appearance- He has simple cream fur and wide yale blue eyes, filled with curiosity and determination. <p>

    Personality- Rainsplash has many parts to him. He can be playful and cheery. He can also be serious and collected when needed to be. Being through his mother and father's situations from the past, he has grown a fair amount skills of adaptation. Meet him, being social is a big trait he got from his mother! <p>

    Crush- Heh. Let's see.... Yes. Um, more to be found out. For now he has made a promise to put everything he can into helping the clan, so love may have to wait for later. :c <p>

    Mate- No... <p>

    Kits- No... <p>

    History: Nothing worth characters or your time. <p>

    Other: As everyone says, ask!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 22, 2014

    Owlflight

    Name: Owlflight
    Appearence: A golden she-cat with nice auburn colored paws,percing amythest eyes and brown legs
    Personality: Fearce,independent,kind,loving,and great durung battle
    Crush: When she was a apprentice...she had a crush on Flightpaw
    Friends: Goldfoot
    Mate: Not yet!
    Kits: Wha?
    History: mysterious
    Other: Just ask! I don't bite! ^•^

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 21, 2014

    Gildfoot

    Golfoot. Warrior. She. Crush is Rainsplash. Friends are Owlpaw and Flightpath. Age is undetermined, as l wil most likely never update this bio. That is just how l work. Blak pelt with her right forepaw golden furred. Golden eyes.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 3, 2014

    Wavebreak bio

    W&alpha;vebre&alpha;k <p> &female <p> orange tabby with green eyes. <p> usually kind but she can get feisty. <p> mate:hopefully someday... <p> crush: nope. <p> kits: firekit and mintkit (adopted) <p> history: im about to write her life story! <p> freinds: lilywolf, and thts about it. <p> enemies: crocodilefang(from her past. He will be in her lifestory though!)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 21, 2014

    Morningdew's Bio

    Age: 18 moons. <p> Gender: &female <p> Rank: Warrior <p> Look: Light Blue cat with Blue Eyes. <p> Crush: It starts with an R. <p> Mate: Nope. <p> Kits: None. <p> Personality: Bubbly, Happy, Smart, Loves kits, Silly, loves fun and is fun, Loyal. She is very kind. <p> History: Ask! <p> Kin: Vesperwind (mom, missing.) Jigsaw (dad, missing) rest unknown. <p> Sibilings: Flightpath (&male alive) Emeraldfire (&female Alive in Rainclan) Risingpaw (&female alive in Rainclan) Rabbitpaw (&female alive) <p> Other: Ask!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 12, 2014

    Spottedpine's bio

    Name ••• Spottedpine
    <br>
    Gender ••• Tom &male
    <br>
    Age ••• 20 moons
    <br>
    Rank ••• Warrior
    <br>
    Description ••• he has cream colored fur, with brown spots scattered across his pelt. His eyes are deep, chocolate brown.
    <br>
    Personality ••• he is sweet, loving, and cares for his clan a lot. He is also mischevious, playful, and can be a bit of a troublemaker.
    <br>
    Kin ••• Moosetail(father), Silverbolt(mother, dead), Shiningfoot(sister) Flowernose(sister)
    <br>
    Crush/Mate ••• Mistyrose
    <br>
    Kits ••• hopefully
    <br>
    Theme Song ••• How To Save A Life - The Fray

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 31, 2014

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 2, 2014

    OrangeMist's Bio &hearts

    Name:Orangemist &hearts Age: About 18 moons. &hearts Gender: Female &hearts Likes:Hunting,Running and Swimming. &hearts Dislikes:Ignorannce,Stupidity(when people perposely do it.). &hearts Persona: She is sweet ,kind and loving. But will protect what she loves most and is loyal most to at all costs. &hearts Looks (discription): She is and Orange She cat, with short fur and long tail. She has a white socks,tailtip,ear tips, and nose. She has light Spring green eyes with speckles of black. &hearts Crush:Heh i have some one in mind. &hearts Mate:Maybe in the future. &hearts Kits:Maybe in the future &hearts Signature: &star OrangeMist &star

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 16, 2014

    &real<_>osepetal and co.

    Seperate places for each because I get lazy and some are quite long. Updates in the results that follow them. Rosepetal-"petal of the rose" all results. Crystalkit-"crystal falling" all results. Opalburst is now dead but his biography is at "opal death" all results. Ebonpelt, too, is dead and his biography is at "ebon heart" with updates at "ebon" all results. Thank you!<br>~Rosepetal &hearts~<br>-Crystalkit &star<br>~&Xi&beta&sigma&eta&rho&epsilon&iota&tau<br>-Opal &star

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 2, 2014

    Talloak and Autumnbeauty's New Bios

    Name- Talloak<br>
    Gender- &male <br>
    Description- A swift chestnut tom with four white socked paws, and eyes that are blue, like the ocean on a clear summer day. His tail is half white, giving the illusion it could've been dipped in a bucket of paint and used to create a masterpiece<br>
    Crush- None, because no one'll even speak with him<br>
    Mate- He very much enjoy one, though no one seems interested in finding a mate<br>
    Kits- No, but he'd possibly like to have some<br>
    Kin- Greenroot ((&female; mother)), Desertpelt ((&male; father)), Autumnbeauty ((&female, sister)), & Pantherleap ((&male; brother))<br>
    Persona- Talloak is very playful and acts like a kit, if you take the time to get to know him. If you don't even bother, he seems serious and antisocial<br>
    Rank- Warrior!<br>
    Friends- Uhhh Earthbeam?<p>
    Name: Autumnbeauty<br>
    Gender: &female <br>
    Appearence: Dispite her name, Autumnbeauty is nothing special. She has a simple brown pelt, resembling the color of an oak tree. Her eyes are her most unique physical feature, as they are an exotic gold. They look a bit like liquid gold mist, swirling around<br>
    Crush: Psh. No one's even looked her way since she arrived!<br>
    Mate: None. But a she can dream, right?<br>
    Kits: Noooo. Unlike her brother, she would prefer to stay a warrior and not become a queen<br>
    Kin: Greenroot ((&female; mother)), Desertpelt ((&male; father)), Talloak ((&male; brother)), & Pantherleap ((&male; brother))<br>
    Rank: Warrior<br>
    Friends: See 'crush' section

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 26, 2014

    The Bio of Nightfang, Earthbeam, Barklight, & Moonwool

    ~~~~~Nightfang~~~~~ <br>
    •Gender: Male <br>
    •Age: Adult <br>
    •Rank: Warrior <br>
    •Mate: Velvetstar <br>
    •Kits: Many. I have a bad memory, but i do remember some. <br>
    •Family (short version): Barklight is his Brother, Moonwool is his Aunt, Earthbeam is his Daughter, etc...
    •Crush: Still and always Velvetstar. <br>
    •Apperance: A jet black tom cat with cold icy blue eyes. He has broad sholders and is lean and muscular. His right paw is moonstone-white. He has a moon pendant anklet on that paw. He has many scars and one ear has a large nick in it. <br>
    • Personality: He is very cold toward newcommers, but once he gets to know them better, he warms up to them. He can at times seem mysterious and hostile. He every once and a while has his moods. He loves kits though and will help those in need. He is loyal to his clan above all else. He is not battle hungery, but he doesnt back down in a fight. He will fight untill he cant anymore, if he belives it is right. <br> •History: If you wish to know, ask me, It is long. <br> •Other Info: I am mainly a night time roleplayer. I do have a social life, so sometimes i get kinda busy with other things. i always try to be on as much as possible. I am on Central Time. <p> ~~~~~Earthbeam~~~~~ <br>
    •Gender: Female <br> •Age: Young Adult <br> •Rank: Warrior <br> •Mate: FreedomClaw <br> •Kits: Expecting at the moment. <br> •Family: Father Nightfang, Mother Velvetstar, Uncle Barklight, Aunt DreamShine, Great Aunt Moonwool, etc.... <br> •Crush: FreedomClaw <br> •Best Friend: OrionStreak <br>•Apperance: She is a brown shecat with silver flecks through out her fur. She has bright forest green eyes. She is slender and has her mothers build. She has a yellow butterfly pendant necklace around her neck, a gift from FreedomClaw. <br> •Personality: Earthbeam is very open and lovable to everyone. She is social and loves to hang out with her friends and clanmates. She is always with a smile on her face and couldnt stand leaving a cat in need. She loves kits. <br> •History: She was born and raised in Horseclan. Her first crush was Moosetail, but things didnt work out. She became mates with FreedomClaw. But secretly she has always had a small crush for her best friend OrionStreak. <p> ~~~~~Barklight~~~~~ <br> •Gender: Male <br> •Age: Adult <br> •Rank: Warrior <br> •Mate: Dreamlily <br> •Kits: Many kits, and again i have bad memory. Songlight and Jaypaw were his step-kittens. <br> •Crush: Still and always Dreamlily. <br> •Appearance: He is a brown tabby tom with warm golden yellow eyes. He it built just like Nightfang, with broad sholders, lean and muscular. <br> •Personality: He is sweet and fun loving, and loves to spend time with his kits and mate. <br> •History: He was a very happy-go-lucky cat, until Dreamlily dissapeared. He started searching for her nonstop, slowly sinking into depression and greif. He soon became so captured in his greif that he would forget to eat and groom, leaving him week and exashted. Now that Dreamlily has returned, he should get better, hopefully. <p> ~~~~~Moonwool~~~~~ <br> •Gender: Female <br> •Age: Old <br> •Rank: Elder <br> •Mate: None <br> •Kits: None <br> •Crush: None <br> •Apperance: she is a smoky grey she cat with light warm blue eyes. She is frail and bony because she is older. <br> •Personality: She sometimes has a temper, but most of the time she is calm, warm, and happy. She loves company and telling stories. <br> •History: She was a loner before she joined the clan

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 25, 2014

    ⓕⓛⓞⓦⓔⓡⓝⓞⓢⓔ

    Name: Flowernose <br> Rank: medicine cat <br> Gender: shecat <br> Looks: yellow fur, bright green eyes, bright pin nose. <br> Personality: determined, caring, suspicious <br> Former mentor: Sparrowsun <br> Current apprentice (as of this date): Flightpaw <br> Kin: (too many to name them all. I'm just gonna do the basics.) Silverbolt (mother, dead) Moosetail (father) Goldpaw (brother, inactive) Spottedpine (brother) Shiningfoot (sister, inactive) <br> Crush/Mate/Kits: in case your too dull to realize it, I'm a medicine cat, but in case your wonderig, no, I don't have a crush or mate or kits (duh)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 24, 2014

    Cometstorm and mistyrose

    Name cometstorm
    <p>
    Gender tom
    <p>
    age twenty five moons
    <p>
    Rank warrior
    <p>
    Personality goofy, wary of rival clans, kind, friendly
    <p>
    Description, white tom with silver speckles and blue eyes.
    <p>
    Mate minnowfern, though her nook broke and im not sure if shes returning :(
    <p>
    Crush i dont know
    <p>
    Kits mistyrose springbrook cloverstone
    <p>
    Kin lilywolf(mother)goldenstripe(father)velvetstar, rose(aunts)nightfang(uncle)fang(grandfather, deceased)wolf, lynx(grandmothers)wolfsun, shellpool, poppydawn(deceased)snapdragon(deceased), sunflare, smokerise, rainsplash, larkfrost, cougartooth(siblings, plus a kabillion more i dont know about.)mistyrose cloverstone springbrook(children)minnowfern, moosetail dreamlily , joyleap bluefleet, spiritgaze(cousins. Plus a kijilaion more i dont know about.)spottedpine(nephew)flowernose (neice)
    <p>
    History, dont ask, its super long
    <p>
    Likes swimming, friends
    <p>
    MISTYROSE
    <p>
    Name .....
    <p>
    Gender she
    <p>
    Age eighteen moons
    <p>
    Rank warrior
    <p>
    Personality bubbly, goofy, kind
    <p>
    Description pale grey she. Amber eyes. White spots on chest
    <p>
    crush/mate spottedpine
    <p>
    Kits nada
    <p>
    Kin. See cometstorms except wrap it to fit since mistyrose is cometstorms daughter

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 13, 2014

    &star Icefir&epsilon & Storm&gamma&epsilon&gamma&epsilon &star

    Name// Icefire
    <br>
    Nickname// Ice
    <br>
    Age// Lilywolf's age. They have known each other since kithood.
    <br>
    Gender// She-cat
    <br>
    Rank// Warrior/Mentor
    <br>
    Description// a pure white she with silver paws. Her pelt almost shimmers with different colors in the sun and moon. Her eyes are icy blue, and can be as hard as ice. They can be warm and loving too. Her build is for speed and endurance-just running in genral. She can run for a really long time at high speeds. Basically, really fast. She has been a runner since kithood, when she used to play with Lily(wolf), Rose(petal), and River.
    <br>
    Personality// she is shyish, respectful, and very hard-working. She is shy, respectful, sometimes bubbly, and even submissive every once in a while. That is when you first meet her. When you get to know her, she is fun, happy, still reectful, happy to help, and she gets in a lot of cat's ways when a friend is dying, hurt, or missing. She loves to help, and might get mad if she can't help or know what is happening to her friends and clannmates.
    <br>
    Crush// none
    <br>
    Mate// see this: Ice's love life is conplex. She would love to have one, but doesn't really try.
    <br>
    Kits// Stormyeye&male (adopted son)
    <br>
    Likes// running, having all her friends together, HorseClan, rabbit and sparrow, hunting, seeing kits grow into warriors, climbing trees, etc.
    <br>
    Dislikes// fish, mean cats, doesn't care for swiming, friends dying, etc.
    <br>
    Friends// Lilywolf, Rosepetal, Velvetstar, Cloudripple, Smokerise[?], Earthbeam[?], hoping for more.
    <br>
    Apprentice// Spottedpaw (Spottedpine. She finished his training), Mystpaw
    <br>
    Kin// ...
    <br>
    History// coming soon!
    <br>
    <p>
    ------------
    <br>
    Name: Stormyeye
    <br>
    Nickname: Stormy
    <br>
    Age: hmm...22 moons maybe?
    <br>
    Gender: tom
    <br>
    Rank: warrior
    <br>
    Description: dark gray with three black stripes down his back. His eyes are dark blue with navy dots under each. Three navy dots under each eye. One paw is black. He wears a dark blue fire opal pendant carved like a lightning bolt.
    <br>
    Personality: bubbly, happy, loving and caring, jumpy, sometimes clumsy. He is just a fun cat!
    <br>
    Crush: ...Larkfrost
    <br>
    Mate/Kits: none
    <br>
    Kin: unknown
    <br>
    Friends: Larkfrost, Rainsplash
    <br>
    Likes: sleeping, sparrow, hunting, running
    <br>
    History: basiccaly he was abandon by his parents because he was the runt of the litter. He survived on his own untill Icefire found him on the border. He grew up in HorseClan and met Larkfrost, and he hopes one day they can be more then just friends. He grew closer to Rainsplash, Lark's brother when Lilywolf lost her eighth life. He has been friends with him ever since. His history will still move on!
    <br>
    Other for BOTH CATS!: ask!
    <br>
    <p>
    Signature: &downarrow P.S. I almost always use four stars. I use one if I am mad, and five if I am typing a bio. Other then that, I use four stars. P.P.S. Thanks for reading my bio!
    <br>
    <p>
    ~Icefire&star & -Storm&gamma&epsilon&gamma&epsilon

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 22, 2014

    Larkfrost's Biography

    &#9830 Name: Larkfrost
    <br>
    &#9830 Gender: &female
    <br>
    &#9830 Rank: Warrior
    <br>
    &#9830 Crush: ...Stormyeye
    <br>
    &#9830 Mate: None
    <br>
    &#9830 Kits: None
    <br>
    &#9830 Kin:
    <br>
    Mother- Lilywolf
    <br>
    Father- Roman
    <br>
    Adopted Father- Goldenstripe
    <br>
    Littermates- Rainsplash [&male], Cougartooth [&male]
    <br>
    Brothers- Cometstorm, Sunflare, Smokerise [Rainsplash, Cougartooth]
    <br>
    Sisters- Wolfsun, Shellpool, Snapdragon, Poppydawn
    <br>
    Grandfather [Lilywolf's Side]- Fang
    <br>
    Grandmother [Lilywolf's Side]- Wolf
    <br>
    Aunt [Lilywolf's Side]- Rosepetal [Rose]
    <br>
    Adopted Grandmother [Goldenstripe's Side]- Lynx
    <br>
    Adopted Uncle [Goldenstripe's Side]- Almondpelt
    <br>
    Adopted Aunt [Goldenstripe's Side]- Velvetstar
    <br>
    Adopted Uncle [Goldenstripe's Side]- Nightfang [Velvetstar's Mate]
    <br>
    &#9830 Looks: Larkfrost is a pretty, and lean she-cat. Her fur is a lightish gray, with the slightest, slightest tint of blue. Three of her paws are a fuzzy white, and the other is pitch black with gray flecks. She has a long tail, that is tipped with silver. Her eyes are sky blue, and are usually bright. Larkfrost wears a fire opal necklace in the snape of a bird in flight, a gift from Stormyeye.
    <br>
    &#9830 Persona: Larkfrost, is a bright, spunky cat. She loves to hunt, and race clanmates. She also loves to hunt, and play with kits. One of her favorite activities is taking long walks in the woods, with or without clanmates. It lets her get a better understanding of her surroundings. She is also very creative cat, and loves to explore! Larkfrost has a clumsy nature, which tends to make elders angry. She can tend to get in the way, but would never be annoying and clumsy intentionally.
    <br>
    &#9830 Other: Ask!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 21, 2014

    Wolfsun's bio

    Name: look at desc. :P
    Age: Dont exactly know but around two years of real time
    Apperance: He is a gray cat with a white underbelly that has a yellow marking in he shape of a sun. She has on gray ear and one white ear and a white tail tip.

    Crush:None
    Mate:None because she cant get over the disappearence if tyrellshadow and birdstrike
    Like:Calm good natured cats and kits
    Dislike:Lazy fat cats kinda like herself haha
    Personality traits: Loyal, nice, calm
    History: She is lilywolfs only kit in her first litter and used to ave a very close bond which has slowly started to disinegrte. She was born in an eagle's nest and her two mates she ever had were tyrellshadow d birdstrike who both became inactive. She had three litters all whose rpers dissapeared. Lilywolf and her other litters are the only active parts of her family.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 21, 2014

    Horseclan Camp & Territory Location

    Horseclan's camp: House on The Prairie result 1-8 <br> Horseclan's territory: House on The Prairie result 9-30 <p>


    Leader: Velvetstar <br> Deputy: Goldenstripe <br>
    Ask one of us or Lilywolf to join and you'll be asked to complete either 1 hunting patrol or 1 border patrol and then you will have a warrior ceremony. <br> Clan Meetings are held on Tuesday evenings <br>
    Pact Clan Meetings are held every other Sunday, all day. Ask Lilywolf at camp for more info. <p>


    -Velvetstar-

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