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[color=#FF0000]Dovepaw was... an unusual cat. He had always had a very different outlook to cats around him, and one thing was certain - he wanted life to go his way. He was an incredibly handsome and good looking tom, and despite his young age, was already very talented. And on the outside, he even had the personality of an angel. He seemed perfect.
But he certainly wasn't. There were things the male did that were noticeably strange, from torturing his prey before killing it, always wanting his claws out during training, the eerie smirk on his face as he slept, and all of this mixed in with his over the top positive personality... well, there was something going on.
Right now, the large tom was examining the insides of a mouse as he ate it. It was fascinating, really, doing his research. Then again, the ThunderClanner felt as though life was something that should be explored to its fullest, and Dovepaw had decided that he was responsible for finding all the answers. Not anybody else - just him. Everybody else could just lay back and let the 'considerate' tom do his work. Death was something completely different. Well, to be honest, Dovepaw didn't really understand the concept of death, the fact that someone would leave this world. He didn't believe in StarClan, either.
Once he had completely finished searching a certain part of the mouse, he would chew it slowly before swallowing it. Dovepaw wanted to savour every bite, plus it was healthier to digest food slowly. "Delicious!" He purred.
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Bringing this boy here. Does anyone want threads or plots with him?
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Dovepaw was hanging around not too far from the camp exit. He did want to get outside, to admire nature, then do what he had to do to get food. Yes, that usually did include sadistically torturing prey, but the male wasn't really familiar with the concept with death, and didn't seem to understand what pain was, either. He was incredibly smart, but his mind certainly worked in an... unusual way. Right now, the feline had a smile on his face. He would surely get out of the camp soon, by any means necessary. He didn't feel as though rules were important anyway - or at least, they were meant to be broken. Dovepaw would create his own set of rules, rules that really did need to be followed, and rules that would help everyone. The ThunderClanner sure was ambitious.
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"Absolutely!" the feline replied cheerfully as Whitepaw came over. His brother was a grumpy one, and that was strange. Why was Whitepaw so grumpy? The world was beautiful, and Dovepaw strived to make it even more beautiful and stunning. He just wanted to help everybody. Too bad that his definition of help was completely different to everybody else's. "I'm taking my time with this here mouse!" He wasn't embarrassed about his unusual habits, and hoped the Clan would respect and honour him for them. Of course, Dovepaw had no clue that something like that was never going to happen. He continued tearing the poor mouse apart, looking around inside it.
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Oh, goody! Someone else had arrived. Dovepaw hated being alone after all. The large tom replied, "Yes. I am Dovepaw, Mossflight's son. It's an absolute pleasure to meet you! I do believe that your name is Pinefang?" Dovepaw was very observant and interested in the others around him, and he had picked up on names incredibly quickly.
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Dovepaw was near the camp exit, examining his long, sharp claws. He sharpened them frequently, and took much pride in them. If anyone tried to oppose him - well, they would soon learn not to. The ThunderClanner could just imagine his claws sinking deep into his enemy's neck, and them begging for mercy, and then Dovepaw would give it... the tom didn't really know what death was or meant, and assumed that everyone was free and immortal. Despite being smart, the longhaired tomcat did certainly have some issues.
He was hoping that someone else would come over. Dovepaw loved everybody, and wanted to help everybody, but didn't understand why so many opposed and didn't want his assistance. He wasn't doing anything wrong, right? Surely he wasn't been creepy? The ThunderClanner had never doubted himself in his life, and never would. Dovepaw was just one of those cats who always believed that he was right. Either way, he would try his best to be sweet and friendly to whoever approached.
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Dovepaw is six moons old and open for a mentor!
and here is the spottedfern and dovepaw thread! IN MY DREAMS (private, spotted)
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"Hello Spottedfern!" Dovepaw replied, surprised as well as a little disappointed that no one had mentioned his strange habits yet. He was proud of them after all, thinking that by studying the mouse, he was doing a good thing. He didn't even understand that the rodent had left this world, or that it was suffering. He planned on eating it, but believed that somehow, it would still be alive and well. Strange thoughts, but it was what Dovepaw believed.
He took another small bite out of the freshkill. "An absolute pleasure to meet you! I'm Dovepaw - in case you didn't know, and his name is Whitepaw,"he gestured to his littermate with a paw, long, sharp claws outstretched. He hated sheathing them. He continued tearing the mouse apart. "Hiya, Branchpaw, Tanglepaw! What's going on?"
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tracking with dovepaw. to be fair, if he did end up in love with someone, he would probably be a yandere, not to mention if he did successfully get into the relationship, he would want to be in control all the time and make his mate perfect. what could possibly go wrong?
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to be fair, dovepaw is a very wrong cat lol. he's a freak, but whitepaw would probably be creeped out so much
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sure! Sounds cool - who makes?
I would also like to note that until I am able to post freely (I believe that takes a week or so?) I won't be as active as usual because I'm keeping my roleplaying time to an hour and a half on weekdays
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"Yup! And Branchpaw here's our uncle! We're all one big, happy family, you see?" it did really seem as though Dovepaw was very happy and cheerful, even though he certainly had a darker side. Only, he didn't see it as his 'dark side' for he just saw it as being normal and helpful. And that was all the ThunderClanner wanted to do - help. After Whitepaw tore off the tail, Dovepaw asked, "Why are you tearing that off? Well, I'll gladly take it!" And he snatched the tail, beginning to look through it using his long claws.
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"Hi! I believe your name is Spottedfern?" the apprentice looked up from his claws, though he kept them unsheathed. He really hated sheathing them after all. Not to mention that Dovepaw also enjoyed... using them. It wasn't his fault that he didn't understand the damage they caused! After all, Dovepaw didn't really understand that it was possible to die, and he also lacked belief in StarClan or the Warrior Code. He did whatever he pleased, though he didn't know that many of the things that he did were plain wrong. "What's going on?"
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dovepaw is open to threads, plots and a mentor!
and that's so true. in the books, literally everyone was related due to forbidden relationships etc, and there was always that situation of 'wait did I just make two related characters love interests'
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"Hi Creampaw! Well, right now, I'm eating this mouse - very slowly!" He proceeded to get the rodent's blood on his claws. He lifted his claws up close to his face, examining with ice blue eyes. Blood... a liquid so important to the body. What happened if you didn't have blood? Dovepaw knew he would have to experiment.
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So, Marshkit had opened his eyes. Interesting. He was seeing the world, the beautiful, beautiful world, for the first time. "Hi, Spottedfern, Petalkit, Whitepaw and Willowsrain!" he addressed the other cats politely, happy to see them. He then turned his attention to Marshkit. A strange part of him felt happy, hoping that the child was confused and scared. What had gotten into him? It must be that he wanted to help. It couldn't be that Dovepaw was being mean, right? Obviously not! "Hi there, Marshkit! You just opened your eyes! How are you? Tell the truth. Oh, and I'm Dovepaw!"
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"Hi, Whitepaw!" Dovepaw addressed his brother, before greeting Willowsrain. "Hi, Willowsrain! I'm your nephew, Dovepaw, in case you didn't know!" at the moment, the ThunderClanner was acting normal - very friendly and kind. Though Dovepaw didn't realise himself, there was a whole lot more to him than that. "Yes, I'll go get something!" And he skipped over to the pile, picking out a robin, which he immediately begun to tear apart so that he could examine the insides and get blood on his paws.
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"Hi Blizzardpaw, hi Whitepaw! This is unusual weather for leafbare!" So, Dovepaw's siblings were here. He wondered if anyone else would show up. It didn't matter to the tom whether someone was related to him or not, or even what Clan they were. He loved them all - if his version of love was the same as everybody else's. Dovepaw also adored all the seasons, even though newleaf was probably the most practical. There was a lack of prey and coldness during leafbare, lots of burning heat during Greenleaf and leaf-fall was a miserable lead up to leafbare. But the tomcat would still try to appreciate every season, even if he had a personal favourite.
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"Lives lost? Oh, it's fine! You must be getting confused - look how happy this mouse is!" The tom grabbed the corners of his prey's mouth and curved it into something that looked like a terrifying smile. The ThunderClanner had no clue how inappropriate he was being, as this was natural for him. As far as he was concerned, that mouse was fine, and was happy that Dovepaw was making use of it.
