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    » name - rosepaw
    » gender - male
    » sexuality - homosexual
    » alliance - shadowclan
    » rank - apprentice
    » age - 6 moons
    » powers - none
    » other - none




    » breed - domestic feline
    » pelt - white with red
    » eye color - green




    » mother - npc
    » father - npc
    » siblings - n/a
    » offspring - n/a
    » mate/crush - n/a




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    "Hello, I'm Rosepaw. It's a pleasure to meet you."




    Rosepaw is typically very quiet, delicate with plants especially. He's quite kind, putting others way before himself in terms of his own feelings, which will make him end up hurting himself many, many times. He's very sensitive towards his general appearance and towards any words directed at him, as it's very easy to make him cry or to make him upset.




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    ROSEPAW'S PLAYLIST »




    coming soon




    ROSEPAW'S GRAPHICS »



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    The apprentice would make his way forward now, gentle gaze fixated upon a male he had had no knowledge of before. The white and red colored tom would inch beside Smoothkit, another of which he didn't actually formally introduce himself to just yet. For now, he'd stay quiet, blinking gentle emerald green eyes towards Willowshade.
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    It was a rather calm afternoon. Birds chirped overhead, singing their songs of the newest dew to cover what plants Shadowclan still had. White paws pressed into the driest patches of earth they could find, emerald green eyes clouded with slight worry, as the male who the paws belonged to had just cleaned off his pelt, and was looking for it to not be immediately dirtied once more. He wouldn't particularly mind, of course, but he just didn't want to have to go through the extensive process all over again.


    He'd situate himself easily, quietly gazing around camp as a soft sigh escaped his pretty throat. Today was uneventful, as far as he knew, and while he thanked Starclan in his mind, he half wished that there would be something to come up; he was just a newly made Apprentice, after all, and you couldn't blame him for being bored. He paused at this, and wondered if perhaps he should just do normal apprentice chores. But he had done most if not all of his for the day, so why should he? He ponders this over, once, twice, before sighing once again.
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    Anyone want a thread with Rose? :0
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    yes!! I can make?
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:1.5;color:white]"Ah! Congratulations, Twoface!" Though the apprentice had not been active long, he was still quite excited to see the clan up and running about, glad to see that there was a delicate order placed into ranks and the trust that came with them. The white and orange spotted tom would appear, green eyes twinkling as he looked towards the newly made deputy, and then searching for the medicine cats. "C-... Congrats to everyone else, too!"
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    Unsure, confused, questioning, curious. The emotions came and go quickly enough as Rosepaw made his entrance, emerald green eyes locked on the crying heap of fur with a gentle look. He looks to Twoface, then Outface, a frown clear on his maw before he looks back to the newly made queen. While he didn't know it just yet, the poor girl was pregnant by a random Bloodclan passerby, and not even by a loving one, so it seemed.
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    Then there was Rosepaw. The male hurried alongside his clan, huffing gently, panting beneath his breath as he hurriedly followed suit after all the other warriors and apprentices. His first ever meeting; how would this go, he wondered. He looked around, gazing curiously at the many other clan cats that littered the area.


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    Threads with Rose? I think I need to make the ones with Ragged and Cold still, right? :0
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    It was chilly, in short terms. The winter was as cold as ever, gently nipping at the soft pink paws that Rosepaw had inherited from his mother. He didn't mind it, of course, but it just got a little annoying overtime. He craved the warmth of the Kittypets, always having a warm home and a meal to come to, but his loyalty to the clan rang far louder than that sinful calling. He found himself more wanting of his clan than any silly old house, because the clan, despite him just being active, was already becoming more like his family.


    The male would settle down just a bit, sitting near the edge of camp and gazing up curiously at the sky. There wasn't any clouds, as far as he could tell, and the dusk settled over the skies like a blanket. He'd start to hum, closing his eyes and letting the breeze run through his soft fur. Yes, this was fine; the best, honestly. It was so nice to be out here, to allow nature and Starclan look down upon him and run wild all around.


    Of course, this would be short lived, as he heard a bit of movement and shuffling behind him. "A-Ahm, hm, who is it?" He asked rather dumbly, peering behind him without another word.
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    yep! here it is, he's open to almost everything right now, ahh
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    Clan history is what had been shared, it seemed. While everyone but Snakehiss (who was apparently being a salt pile on the sidelines) gathered, Rosepaw would also find himself rather excitable, eager to listen. As the story progressed, many emotions and thoughts began to flood his mind; sorrow, happiness, confusion, horror, sorrow yet again, and then a gentle pain of neutrality. He didn't know what else he was supposed to feel, honestly, and it made him rather anxious. How was he supposed to feel about this? He just didn't know.
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    TRACK


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    aaaa yes!! who makes?
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    The male had been making rounds. It was a typical day; birds carried on overhead, elders barked and whined about Well back in my day..., kits played in camp, and he would patrol. Usually, he'd just wander, enjoying the sights and sounds that the marshlands had to offer. However, a new scent caught in his nose, and he would cautiously near it. Finding Bailey, he'd hesitate, shuffling his paws against the ground before nodding once, twice. "I- ahm, name and... and business with Shadowclan?" Rosepaw would ask this softly, nervously, as he inched forwards towards what would be a new joiner.
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