Character Name: Anti-paw
Character Age: 7 moons
Gender: Male
Alliance: Mountainclan
Rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice
Appearance (6 or more sentences): Anti-paw is rusty brown tabby tom. He has sleek bunches of thick-fur and marbled tabby marks. He has two darker lines of brown that slide up to the corners of his eyes and dark amber eyes that meet them with welcome. His eyes are not evil and hating, they are actually full of fun and anxiety. Anti-paw is the opposite of dark, but he is not the type that bounces around. Anti-paw has a handsome chin that is smoothed down to the touch and from the tip of his chinny chin chin is apricot and it falls down, cresting his chest and curtaining his belly. He has a medium-sized body, not massive or huge at all, but a rather stunning tail that winds up and has the grandest tip of apricot upon it like a crown.
Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements): Anti-paw is a calm tom, very observant, and will shove forward his opinion if he has to. He swings from moods quickly, especially if he had just found something exciting. He doesn't squeal and bounce for joy, you can just tell it in the fascinated impression on his face, and the mysterious gleam in his warm amber eyes that he is having fun. He is not the expressive type... Except.. There is the occasion he gets in an argument and that will not end well, and from his point of view, he ends up being the bad guy!
---Likes (at least 3): He loves the scent of herbs in the morning, to him it never gets old. A breeze and a faint tang of freshness in the camp is the best thing in the world, and that just means an even greater walk. Anti-paw loves learning, especially when its learning to be taught herbs and their uses.
--- Dislikes (at least 3): Anti-paw is a stickler for messy nests, floors, or fur. He can positively not stand it. And if there is anything he hates more than messiness is dung. He learns to live with it, but it has that nasty smell, that disgusting look, and probably a horrid taste. Third, he can not bear cats that say what is wrong, especially if they are lying and saying something that he knows is right, but they are saying wrong.
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): Healing is one of his passion. Climbing is also the best thing in the world for this Medicine Cat apprentice.
---Weaknesses (At least 3): Water. Anti-paw hates water, ever since his experience. Rat bites are the worst. He would get infected right away, horrid scene. And fire is his greatest. If he doesn't drown, he has a fear of burning, and nothing can change how he feels about it.
History (8 or more sentences): It all started the very morning before he joined Mountainclan. Crack! A ear-wrenching noise screeched through a massive stone cave. Whispering alarms were heard before the screeching began. A handsome dark brown tabby broke through the mass of fleeing cats, his coat obviously drenched. "Brittlerose!" The tom yowled above the screeches. "Over here!" A weak call sounded, and the tom barely heard it but it was enough for him. The tom scrambled to his beloved mate, who was with three small kittens. "Are they all right?" He asked, amber eyes worried. "Yes, Brackenstorm." She replied. The queen was now visible and what an amazing sight she was despite the raging storm. A tortoiseshell design enchanced her delicate frame and stunning ice blue eyes that lit the night, this was a creature of beauty. "We have to get the kittens to safety." Brackenstorm's voice was low and urgent. His mate nodded agreement and picked up a rusty brown marbled tabby. Brackenstorm snatched up the other two that were mewling their heads off, their icy blue eyes pathetic with helplessness. One was a dark brown tabby like himself and the other a darker tortoiseshell. Both were females. He waved a tail to his mate, not taking time to examine the third kit and lunged away into the crowd. Now it was Brittlenose's turn to find him. She gazed off, a worried expression upon her face. The tortie dove after him, the kit not mewling at all, just clinging to her soft soaken white chest fur for dear sodden life. She emerged with him and gasped at the sight. Trees in flames and rain pouring down. This was a h*ll of a storm if this rain wasn't even breaking down the fire... She gritted her teeth and ran through the smoking trees in a struggle to find and catch up with her mate. She saw a river up ahead and began to skid to a halt. A root stuck out in her path and her rear-paw caught, the kitten loosening in her jaws. She fell to the ground, almost over the side of the massive over-flooding river. The kit fell out totally this time, squealing now as it plunged into the depths of the thrashing water. "No!" She screeched, body shaking. She ripped the root free of her foot and plunged into the river, eyes streaming salty tears.
Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio): Does above count, because I wrote that whole entire thing.. 
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