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    It was a beautiful day, the sky opening upon the horizon, swirled with over 100 shades of morning blue. Light dazed off from the sun, bouncing from the heat-touched rocks of the Cliffside. Clouds where erased from the sky, opening up to the sea of a sky. The song of white doves drifted upon the morning wind, the scent of daisies, warm and sweet, caught up in its hold. Bustling of creatures was far from this stone side, the secluded section of the territory holding its peaceful vibes. Everything seemed to be glowing, even the sunlight bouncing off the wings of a yellow butterfly.
    CRASH.
    Well there goes that butterfly. A body of a lithe apprentice lay on the crushed earth, fur messed and stained green by the short-cut grass. Overhead, by a whisker, the butterfly drafted off in the breeze, carrying along Caedon's dignity with it. Though the tom's dignity was already long gone, though it wasn't a pain to him, it was his passion almost. Hoping to maybe at least gain some satisfaction, he veered from his fall and continued on in the butterflies direction, aiming more hesitantly than before. CRASH! BOOSH! BANG! Every leap landed him nowhere near the insect, yet somehow abled him to destroy a majority of his path. "Oh! You better get back here!" his voice slipped a laugh underneath his breath, his lop-sided childish smile beaming rays of light as he threw himself forward. What a beautiful day, what a beautiful day it was.





    [spoiler=info | updated 07/11/2016]
    [size=8]GENERAL:
    ▪ Caedon B. | 'Cae' by friends | Male
    ▪ Demiromantic | Demisexual
    ▪ Seven moons | July 2nd | ages irl time
    ▪ Member of WindClan


    RELATIONSHIPS:
    ▪ Single | Not looking
    ▪ NPC x NPC
    ▪ Still is flirty af


    PHYSICAL:
    ★ Domestic Maine Coon | health: 97%
    — White base with brown tabby marking 'spots', brown tufted ears
    — [i]major injuries: none.
    — [i]minor injuries: none.


    PERSONALITY:
    — For positive traits: Optimistic, understanding, accepting, creative, & people-pleaser.
    — For neutral traits: Extrovert, cinnamon bun, innocent, & flirty af.
    — For negative traits: Changes himself for others, too curious, word jumbler, and childish.


    POWERS:
    ★ None yet


    INTERACTION:
    ▪ Easy physically && Mild mentally
    ▪ Comfortable to be around & easy to trust.
    ▪ Attack in Bolded #eab583.
    ▪ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions (ie, tackling in hug, accidently knocking to ground).


    ▪ [color=#eab583]BIOGRAPHY | [color=#eab583]PLOT THREAD

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px;]Stevie, on the other hand, will have to counter that statement. S'just a normal day, really; there's nothing special about it. She got into a fight a few minutes ago— fights which are common for her, sap all of her strength and the frayed threads of her stubbornness, yet fights she keeps getting into because no one else will. They've decreased in frequency since she started making an effort to be more open and friendly, but the severity of her resulting bruises has in no way lessened. Perhaps if she possesses any eloquence, she will have been able to revise these unfriendly sparring matches into a verbal confrontation; but alas, to her, words will never compete with the clarity of actions.


    Licking a particularly gruesome wound in the shade of a gnarled tree, she hears the destruction Caedon's antics bring and glances up, cocking her head in a mild mixture of curiosity and irritation. Catching sight of the butterfly, as well as Caedon's laughter-filled words, she immediately concludes the kid's trying to catch the evasive insect. Rolling her eyes, she refocuses on the gash streaking across her thigh, methodically cleaning it of blood.


    INFORMATION — 07/15

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    Caedon's quite interesting morning was to end soon, he would smell the scent of blood burning his path as he trailed away with the butterfly. Perhaps a fresh kill? No, it seemed to vibrant to be such. With a spring in his step, and a glaze of his eye, the tom was patrolling towards the thick wood-thick scent of blood. Though it was soon to draw to a verdict.
    Feline's fur floats through the ferns, soon stopping at the view of a black she. A wound, long though not too deep, was placed directly on her muscular thigh. What had happened to this poor feline? A fight, a fall, a failure? Curious more about how the wound appeared more than her condition, the apprentice pads up to the black-furred cat.
    "Where did you get that? Is it painful? Did someone fight you? Did you win? I doesn't really look like you did. Is it recent? Who did it? Or did it happen because something normal like a cut? I have a cut on my paw, I accidently ran into a rock pile this morning-," his words are evenly paced, though coming out as if it was all of sudden under a timed clock, though he was not stopping for air, never once. Fur fluffed, his eyes scans the wound once more. It must hurt, bruises and bangs, a true pain to have. Caedon was always quick to hurt himself, though never had he broken a bone. Cuts, scraps, heck- he had a cut on his pad from falling into another mess earlier that morning, but nothing violent.



    [spoiler=info | updated 07/11/2016]
    [size=8]GENERAL:
    ▪ Caedon B. | 'Cae' by friends | Male
    ▪ Demiromantic | Demisexual
    ▪ Seven moons | July 2nd | ages irl time
    ▪ Member of WindClan


    RELATIONSHIPS:
    ▪ Single | Not looking
    ▪ NPC x NPC
    ▪ Still is flirty af


    PHYSICAL:
    ★ Domestic Maine Coon | health: 97%
    — White base with brown tabby marking 'spots', brown tufted ears
    — [i]major injuries: none.
    — [i]minor injuries: none.


    PERSONALITY:
    — For positive traits: Optimistic, understanding, accepting, creative, & people-pleaser.
    — For neutral traits: Extrovert, cinnamon bun, innocent, & flirty af.
    — For negative traits: Changes himself for others, too curious, word jumbler, and childish.


    POWERS:
    ★ None yet


    INTERACTION:
    ▪ Easy physically && Mild mentally
    ▪ Comfortable to be around & easy to trust.
    ▪ Attack in Bolded #eab583.
    ▪ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions (ie, tackling in hug, accidently knocking to ground).


    ▪ [color=#eab583]BIOGRAPHY | [color=#eab583]PLOT THREAD

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px;]Of all the ways she expected this morning to go, this is not one of them. Upon seeing Caedon approach, she resigns herself to amusing another younger member for a while. Making up an excuse to leave will only make her feel bad— when did children and younger apprentices gain such a strong hold on her?— but perhaps Caedon'll burn out quickly and move onto the next entertaining thing.


    She soon finds out he may be less easy to deter the moment he opens his mouth. Multiple times she attempts to cut him off, but he keeps barreling on with no regard for her growing exasperation. Finally, unable to keep her temper in check any longer, she snaps, "Kinda busy here, mind findin' somebody else t' piss off?"


    INFORMATION — 07/15

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    Caedon can't help but speak, probably more than he should, hence Stevie snapping at him. "Don't curse!" he cheeps, flinching as she let the final words slip off her tongue. Cursing was like lying through your teeth, like murdering youth. It wasn't something worth springing away because you didn't want someone to be around. Childish, maybe you could put it mildly as such. Some could say Caedon was three years old, but no, he was seven months.
    Regardless, the tom flicks his ears back up as the she gets back to licking her wound. Perhaps she needs a friend, the apprentice offered himself some revival after the negative words, hoping that this might give a smile to the black cat's face. So, with a lop-sided goofy smile, and a step forwards, the tom opens his mouth once more ,"Maybe you wouldn't be busy if you had a friend to help. I can get cobwebs, I know some medic stuff." Caedon's pelt floated towards her, grabbing a seat in front of the wounded she. "I mean, I'm bad at it but I can try."


    [spoiler=INFO/TAGS]
    [size=8]GENERAL:
    - Caedon S. B. | goes by Caedon or Cae
    - Born male | he/they pronouns
    - Windclan Apprentice | no mentor
    - Seven moons | ages every 100 posts
    - Has and will never have powers


    SOCIAL TIES:
    - NPC x NPC | born in Windclan
    - Single | Demisexual Biromantic | Not looking
    - No family non-NPC


    PHYSICAL:
    ★ Domestic Maine Coon | health: 100%
    — White base with brown tabby marking 'spots', brown tufted ears [ref]
    — [i]major injuries: none.
    — [i]minor injuries: none.


    PERSONALITY:
    — For positive traits: Optimistic, understanding, accepting, creative, & people-pleaser.
    — For neutral traits: Extrovert, cinnamon bun, innocent, & flirty af.
    — For negative traits: Changes himself for others, too curious, word jumbler, and childish.


    POSSESSIONS:
    ★ Flower Scrapbook | personal
    — pressed flower diary since 2 moon age
    — adds a flower twice a week or so


    ★ Leather Satchel | gift [yet to be obtained]
    — Warm chestnut satchel, full of books
    — Carried around neck


    ★ Jar Collection | personal
    — jars of water and plants mixed together
    — made by him during younger years as 'potions'
    — twenty plus jars total


    INTERACTION:
    ▪ Easy physically && Medium mentally
    ▪ Comfortable to be around & easy to trust.
    ▪ Attack in Bolded #eab583.
    ▪ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions (ie, tackling in hug, accidently knocking to ground).


    ▪ [color=#eab583]BIOGRAPHY | [color=#eab583]PLOT THREAD