Character Name:
Beechstripe
Character Age:
11 moons
Gender:
Male
Alliance:
Kittypet
Appearance (6 or more sentences):
A rather small gray and white tabby, really. By small, that means he just has an overall small frame. Little paws, smaller muscles, and it makes it seem like he was never a warrior at all. But his dull green eyes, shining contently with slight homesickness, gives you the feeling he was somewhere else before the life he lives. He also seems to have an odd walk, although it's not caused by anything serious. His fur is actually relatively short, but his tail is definately not, and could be the cause of his odd walk; his legs trying to get out of the way of his long tail. Even so, his name revolved around his silver stripes, defining who he was simply because he was the only tabby kit of his litter.
Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below; those are additional requirements):
Beechstripe is a very intelligent tom, actually. Insteaf of the lazy, uncaring disposition he thought kittypets had before he left to be one, he is a bright and goofy guy. He probably could've had a bright clan-life as well, but he has low self-esteem regarding the clans. He never likes ot talk about his past, and gets uneasy when he's on the subject. But otherwise, he's still pretty kit-like. Playful, happy, and just better now that he's a kittypet. Still, though, he has a roaring temper at criticism, at himself or other cats. It makes him easily distrust clan cats or loners, in fear of scrutiny of his life. He's rather doubtful that kittypet life with satisfy him for long, and other cats despising him for it never helps. But even so, he is braver than most. He'll take on anyone if he needs to, and never back down until he's been beaten to death. But even in his bravery, he can only take so much...
---Likes (at least 3): Socializing, sunflowers, bright and clear days, chasing ducks, exploration
--- Dislikes (at least 3): Dark areas, clan cats/loners, other silver tabbies, distrust, criticism
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): Bravery, honesty, acting
---Weaknesses (At least 3): Fighting/hunting, night activity, trusting others
History (8 or more sentences):
Beechstripe was actually born a loner, to a SunClan mother and a kittypet father. Although it was a debate whether or not Beechkit would be a clan cat or Beechnut would be a loner, it was finally decided that SunClan would be his home. And, in retrospect, he did rather well in his home. But he wasn't trusted. His mother had slipped up and said she had thought about leaving SunClan, and he was often called a quitter. So he tried harder, putting everything he had into his apprentice training. All the effort made him break his paw once, and he soon realized all the mean things people said behind his back. 'Lazy, quitter, not trying.'
It was enough for him. The cats he had once called friends shunned him, and before he could become a warrior, he escaped the names. The backstabbing. The hurt. Even friendly smiles seemed like judging masks. Eventually, he ended up far from SunClan, actually near the territory of SnowClan. It was then he realized just how long he had traveled; that he hadn't even been going for ten days like he had thought. Only five mere days away from his clan. He will to be alone and with his clan detoriated, and even though he despised kittypet life, he felt as if it was his only option. Where else would a 'quitter, lazy, not trying' cat go? So, he waited near the tire of a monster, and soon enough was taken into it. He had started to regret it by then, but they were small regrets. This was where he belonged, no turning back. No quitting again. He would be happy here.
Roleplay Sample:
(Already have one for another advanced character, but alright.)
Beechstripe lazily lay in the cool little field, the breeze on his fur comforting him as the sun slowly sank on the horizon. It was a nice feeling, this was. It made him feel home again, and even if it wasn't a true home, he loved to fantasize. What the clans of true warriors were like, the happy purrs of a satisfied mentor, a mother who was never distressed at the sight of him. StarClan.
Did he actually have ancestors there? Was StarClan real at all? The little stars danced on brightly as the sun finally disappeared, and he sat up to greet the new moon formally.
"StarClan," he thought, dipping his head in respect, "I hope you forgive me."
A faint twinkle, a little more dipping, and like that, the moment was broken. He turned, and found that even now he was not alone.
"Oh, it's you."
Comments (optional):
Nope.
Just... good luck. To me, I guess? x3