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The tom had heard the yowl. Yet he didn't respond much to it. For he was a prisoner, stuck in a cage with no other way to contact another. His claws dug into the ground from a swelling anger that formed in his mind. How dare they treat his subjects in such a way!? The tom's hazel eyes stared off. Hoping to see any signs of weakness through his territory. A highly decorated black cat hit him in the back of his head with a paw, "Get a move on!" The tom snapped loudly. The black and white tom could see the smile stretched across his maw. His fur bristled, for he felt the need to protest. But he didn't.

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Name: Rabbitfoot
Position: Warrioir
Talents: Hunting, Swimming, and Jumping.
Personality: Rabbitfoot is a fairly quiet and humble tom. Only jumping into drama when its needed. He is a wonderful hunter due to his tracking skills. But fighting is something that isn't his best friend exactly. He guesses that's okay, but it would be nice if he could defend his clan just as well as any other warrior. He may see this as a weakness, but what he doesn't know is that its a strength as well. He may not be very good in battles, however he is a big help when prey is scarce.
(please include some negative aspects as well so your character is not a mary-sue or OP)
Physical Appearance: Rabbitfoot is a light gray pelted tom, with a white underbelly. He has leaf green eyes, along with short little whiskers.
Background Story/Description (optional):
How much time are you usually active (Optional unless applying for big positions like Leader or MedCat): Pretty active. I probably won't be here for three days though. I have to go somewhere.
Anything else?: He's a senior warrior. 76 moons

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♏Arachnophobia♏ wrote:

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Name: Rabbitfoot
Position: Warrioir
Talents: Hunting, Swimming, and Jumping.
Personality: Rabbitfoot is a fairly quiet and humble tom. Only jumping into drama when its needed. He is a wonderful hunter due to his tracking skills. But fighting is something that isn't his best friend exactly. He guesses that's okay, but it would be nice if he could defend his clan just as well as any other warrior. He may see this as a weakness, but what he doesn't know is that its a strength as well. He may not be very good in battles, however he is a big help when prey is scarce.
(please include some negative aspects as well so your character is not a mary-sue or OP)
Physical Appearance: Rabbitfoot is a light gray pelted tom, with a white underbelly. He has leaf green eyes, along with short little whiskers.
Background Story/Description (optional):
How much time are you usually active (Optional unless applying for big positions like Leader or MedCat): Pretty active. I probably won't be here for three days though. I have to go somewhere.
Anything else?: He's a senior warrior. 76 moons

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Username: Arachnophobia
Screen-name: Arachnophobia
Cat's name: Ferntail
Age: 21 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Personality traits [Please use full sentences!]: Ferntail is a rather serious tom, who is known to be very neat in a sense. Though, he can still joke around a little with those he knows well. However, when it comes to mentoring an apprentice he believes that they must receive a strict order of respect, and when they disobey those orders a strict punishment is to be received. But, he is still an excellent friend towards them, just as much a teacher. He believes that being a warrior isn't all about being serious.
Another thing about him is that he can be quite picky when it comes to certain things. For example, if you gave him a few leaves to choose from, he would spend almost a moon trying to pick one out that appealed to him the most. His mice have to be a certain way, his nest has be a certain way, especially his fur. Oh yes, he does his best to make sure that his pelt is in the exact order that he wants it to be. Not the leader, not the deputy. I guess this could make him stubborn in a way. Another thing that could make him stubborn is the fact that he could hold an argument for weeks on end until he knows that he has won. This may be known as a strength, but also a flaw.
Finally, his belief in Starclan is a very strong hold. He has never blamed Starclan for anything, but this may break someday, you never know.
Physical traits [Description/anything not in the picture]: He has a small tear in his right ear, just near the tip. But that's about it. Also, he has a black tail-tip instead of a white.
History [Optional]: ((I seriously would... But i'm out of ideas XD))
Mate/Crush/Kits: None/Depends/Wants
Any questions?: Who would like to have a crush on him?

It's working for me... Here's the link to it if you need it.

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BTW, thankies! I shall be posting soon.

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((Just as a beginning post))

A fairly small red and white pelted tom ran up to the two cats near the Cottontree. Worry shown deep within his green eyes. Yet, he tried his best not to flinch.
"Guys..." The tom began. His voice shook a little as he spoke, "We've gotta go!" He panted. The smoke burned his throat, casing him to gag a little. But he didn't move. These were warrior from the same clan he was in, and he honestly cared about them enough to come after them. He hoped that they'd take his word for it and follow. He looked at the small apprentice, then at the cat who was obviously being crushed. Perhaps he could help? Or... Maybe not.

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Name: Finchpaw
Rank: Apprentice
Gender: Tom
Age: 6 moons exact
Description: Finchpaw: Quite small for his age I might add. He is not much bigger then a small kit, may I say. He has ginger fur mixed with nice, silky, black fur, with the addition of a shaggy white underbelly. He is often given the nickname Shaggy due to his pelt. However, it is not that often.
Personality: Finchpaw is a fairly hyper, yet calm apprentice. For instance, when his friends are around may you see him his happiest, while when they are gone may he be as quiet as a mouse almost. Due to the fact that he doesn't care, he is below the other apprentices on his training level, or in other words, he has trouble paying attention because well... He doesn't care. But over the moons he might just start to care more and more as he gets older. You never know whats ahead.
Nothing usually angers this apprentice, but when you find out what does anger him, may a fight come out of it. Doesn't matter if he is right or wrong, he will defend what he believes, though it may be a violent way.
Its best if we don't anger him.
While this apprentice may be vicious, he is easily frightened by the smallest thing, or battles even. If you asked him, he could make a list of all things he is afraid of, and he wouldn't refuse.

Storms
High winds
Death
Sickness
Spiders
Sharp objects (which is a bad thing)
Being left behind
and
Betrayal
History (optional):
Mate/Kits/Crush: Nope / None / None
Kin:
Mother: Ivy (rouge) Father: Snake (rouge/ possibly deceased)
Sister: Maple (rouge) Brother: Timber (rouge)
Other: He may seem like a brat at this moment, but trust me, he doesn't mean to be. :3
Dear mother, Dear Feather (is that right?)

Thankies!

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A small, shaggy, calico apprentice sat in the background of camp rolling around in a small patch of grass happily. Slight purrs of comfort rumbled deep within his throat as the small tom stood to his paws. His hazel eyes searched for anyone who would be happy enough to swim with him in the small, shallow pond, or even the large trout one with him. Swimming was one of the few things that he didn't highly fear in the forest. So, it honestly made him quite the swimmer, even though he didn't go that often, anymore. Now that his fur has grown to be as thick as it is now, when he goes swimming the heavy weight pulls him down a bit, tiring him out quicker then what it used too. But he's not complaining. Besides, now that he is an apprentice he has certain duties that he needs to look after first. No matter what his may may tell him.
Yes, it upsets his that the changes took out the number on thing he loved, but he guesses that it just leaves room for a new favorite thing. He sat down, deciding that maybe swimming is not the best thing to do at the moment.

The small apprentice watched as his fellow den-mates exited the apprentice's den. After shaking out his scruffy fur, he ran up to meet the two. Perhaps they would want to join him in something, even though he wasn't very popular with the other apprentices due to his stubborn attitude, "Hey... Amberpaw, Maplepaw." He meowed as he came face to face with them. The small apprentice tried to seem as friendly as he possibly could, despite how strange he may seem to them.

Finchpaw had caught the she-cat observing him and the other two. His ears flattened on his head as he looked towards the small she-cat. Sure, he was quite small himself, only being slightly bigger then a four moon old kit, he had his thick pelt to make him appear at least a big bigger. So in all fairness Featherpaw was a bit smaller then what he is. After thinking about what he should do, he slightly stuttered before calling her name to get her attention. Besides, one more friend couldn't hurt, right? He quickly turned back towards the two, startled by the sudden response, "I-I guess... But it couldn't be that great, right?" He responded. Then felt embarrassed right after thinking about what he had said. Once again, he was sharing his negativity to everyone else. Great.

Finchpaw quietly walked away, ears flat against his head. He sat down to groom his shaggy pelt, and looked around at all of the cats who actually had someone to hangout with. At this point, he really missed his rouge mother and father, along with his siblings of coarse. Then he would have someone there for him at least. But he quickly swept the thought away from his mind. He left because he wanted to be something more then a thieving mouse-brain. However, he kinda still is. Except hes included in a group. The small tom stood to his paws and walked towards the Elders' Den. Perhaps they are in need of something, and maybe they could tell him a small story while he's there. Even though they are just tales for kits, he still enjoys them.

The small tom quickly looked up at the elder in front of him. He had to admit, he wasn't expecting to be called out so soon like he was. Realizing that it was just an elder, he allowed the fur to lie flat on his back again, then began to speak. "Is there anything that you would need?" As he spoke an awkward feeling churned in his stomach. He wasn't exactly used to asking others if they need help, but he was used to being told to do something for them, of coarse. "I mean... I could pull off any ticks, get you some fresh-kill... Anything." Finchpaw added. He was honestly trying to save anything embarrassing that he had said. Oh come one... I am pathetic. He thought to himself quietly.

Finchpaw nodded shortly after slight hesitation. The small calico tom padded up to the elder, and sat down next to him. That's when a slight question came into his mind. Something that he was afraid to ask when first thinking about it, but he decided to ask it anyways. "Do you think that I should have stayed as a rouge?" He asked, staring off into the forest silently. Not even thinking about how wrong the question may have sounded.

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Nickname(s);; Akie

Gender;; Female

Age;; 1 year

Sexuality;; Strait

Breed;; American Eskimo Dog

Rank;; Loner

Alliance;; Her sister Lenka[/fancypost]

Pack/Loner?;;Loner
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[b]Appearance;; A small, thick coated dog with white fur. She has two chocolate brown eyes, along with a brown nose. Her curled tail has very thin, long, fluffy fur that hangs down.

Eye Color;; Chocolate brown

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The small apprentice backed away a little, ears flat against his head. But when the elder had calmed down, Finchpaw slowly eased to a point where his tail lay strait behind him, and his head lowered. "I know... But I can't help thinking about the fact that my folks may be looking for me," He muttered quietly. Looking down at his paws, only to add on his sentence. "Wouldn't you feel the same way?"

Finchpaw slightly looked up at Fadedheart. Not really relieved by what the tom had said. "But... How do you make friends when you're afraid of being brushed away?" He meowed silently, "Plus, i'm pretty sure that no other apprentice is interested in what i'm interested in." The calico tom added hesitantly. Whiskers twitching slightly.

The small apprentice quickly stood to his paws after hearing what he had just been called, "First off, I don't take fox-dung from anyone. Especially when it comes to being harshly labelled as I just was." He let out a quiet growl of annoyance, right before whipping around to exit the den. Claws slightly unsheathed as he stormed off. I'll show them who's 'Low-self-esteemed!' The apprentice hissed to himself as he made his way towards the camp entrance. This time, he knew exactly what he was going to do. With, or without anyone.

Finchpaw yelped as he was pinned down, claws flailed in the air as he tried to get his mentor off. He did this until he was too tired to do so anymore. He flattened his ears on his head as he got a better look at his mentor, "No..." The tom growled, right before trying to use his hind legs to lift the she-cat off of him. Making sure that his claws were sheathed so he didn't hurt her.

Finchpaw felt a sharp stab of regret as he quickly glanced towards the Elders' den. The tom's attention was then quickly caught as she got off of him. "I wasn't going anywhere important, I was just going out to practice tree climbing." The calico tom meowed, unsure if she'd believe him or not.