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Dashingpaw || Male || Apprentice]
Name: Dashingpaw soon to be Dashingwind
Age: 10 mooons
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Hetero
Rank: Apprentice
Appearance: Dashingpaw is a dashing fellow (pardon my pun), with fluffy light grey fur that has a slight poof to it that can never seem to be tamed. Though he may seem soft and cuddly on the outside, woe be to the one at the receiving end of his attacks. Toned muscles reside beneath his fur, conditioned to aid him through his tasks. His eyes are a soft mint green, completing the gentle aura he gives off. He is a rather large feline, with broad shoulders and long legs.
Personality: Dashingpaw is quite the gentleman, always considerate and taking other's thoughts into mind. He assumes the best in everyone and wears his heart on his sleeve. And he hates it. He wants nothing more than to be respected and looked up to. Amongst the ladies he is always characterized as "sweet" and "adorable." A nice guy, if you will. In his mind he has given himself a macho-man persona. When alone, he often fantasizes encounters in his head and comes up ways as to which how he would respond, though the conclusions he reaches are unlikely. He has always been caring and has a soft heart for kits. He is intelligent and will always seek a peaceful solution in conflicts over claws and fangs.
History: Dashingpaw was the sole kit of a respected warrior. He never knew his father, but his mother cared for him deeply- it is because of her that he is the gentle giant he is. She tought him to be kind and compationate, that there was always a solution other than violence. A moon after his apprentice ceremony, she went before the clan to reveal her secret- she had been sneaking off and visiting twoleg territory. Despite the heckles, she remained strong as she announced her withdrawal from Clan life. She disapointed Dashingpaw beyond belief, marking her as the sole person he couldn't stand. Since then a deep hatred has formed towards her. Due to her softness, he constantly has inner turmoil of whether or not he was meant for the warrior life, as it clearly wasn't meant for his mother.
Crush: TBD
Mate: TBD
Kits: N/A
RP example: Dashingpaw laid in a small clearing, basking in the dappled light that made its way through the massive trees overhead. It was a nice day out- comfortably warm, peaceful, and a slight breeze tickled his nose. He felt little guilt over his inactivity, he had been pushing himself these past few days so he felt a little rest was in order. After all, the prey would still be there after, right? His ears lightly flickered, jumping from sound to sound of his surroundings. A two trees to his right, he spotted a robin tending to her young in the branches, little heads bobbing around in search of their mother's beak. Oh how he wished he could father his own. Just imagine it, little paws following you around, wanting to grow up to be just like you. Endless admiration, plus having people who honest to God cared for you. With the snap of a twig near by, Dashingpaw snapped out of his day dream and jumped to his feet. He quickly slinked off, not wanting to be caught meandering about.
Name: Twistingroot
Age: 17 moons
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Bi
Rank: warrior
Appearance: Twistingroot is a lovely, pure brown colour that seems to glisten in the light. Her fur is sleek and clings to her body, enunciating her muscles and curves. She has a slim figure, with long appendages that work in her favour when climbing trees. Her eyes are the colour of a sappling, soft yet vibrant and could no doubt be piercing should the occasion arise.
Personality: Twistingroot is a formal feline, respect being a major aspect in her book. She is very detail oriented, everything must be precise. She is a hard worker, having her eyes on the leader role- sans the malicious intent. She is a teacher by heart and is firm in her being- not really seen as scary nor gullible, but a cat to be respected. With her goal of being leader in mind, she has little time for affection- in fact, she hardly knows what affection is. It's an unknown emotion to her.
History: Anything prior to four moons old is lost by Twistingroot- lost and left behind in the turmoil. She doesn't know what happened to her as a kit, but a concerned look appears upon her face when asked about it. She grew up without a mother, being raised by one of the other queens. She doesn't know if she was born kittypet, by a loner, or if her mother simply died. Her early history is a mystery. Regardless of her blood status, she has always been a cat with goal in mind. Not having had a true mother of her own, love and affection are amiss. Yeah the queen that raised her cared for her, but she had always directed most of her attention on her own. It wasn't intentional, but shit happens. Instead of being bummed about it, she put all of her energy into what she is today- a hard working feline who refuses the concept of surrender.
Crush: TBD
Mate: TBD
Kits: N/A
RP example: Since I already gave one in the previous bio, do I have to give another one? It's chill if so, just let me know.
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Name: Whisperingpaw/to be Whisperingspring
Story behind the name: As a kit, Whisperingpaw was always a quiet soul, gentle and soft spoken. 'Spring', like the body of water, because of his ability to flow with the punches and keep a level head.
Gender: Male
Age: 17 moons
Rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice?
Appearance: 
Background/History: As a kit, Whisperingpaw never had much fight in him. He wouldn't tussle to get milk but instead waited patiently for his turn. When he was born, he wasn't one for crying or making much raucous. He always gave off the aura of wisdom. It didn't come of much surprise when he was selected to be the medicine cat apprentice. Being young, he doesn't have much of a story yet.
Strengths: Whisperingpaw is calm, level-headed, and wise beyond his moons.
Weaknesses: He isn't so sure of himself, has a tendency to not speak out, and can be a push-over
Crush: He isn't supposed to have one but will likely develop one
Mate: N/A
Kin: Bluesong (mother) and Moonpaw (brother)
Other: Probably going to make another character, but I'm going to go ahead and post this now
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- Name: Goldenpaw//Goldenriver
- Age in moons: 18
- Gender: Female
- Rank: Apprentice
- Appearance as a picture or description:
- Personality: Goldenpaw is an adventurous feline who has a tendency to be nosy. She likes to know what's going on with who and where. Despite her eavesdropping tendencies, she is no where close to a snitch of loose lips. She keeps secrets with her life and is loyal beyond compare. She isn't afraid to pursue what she wants, or to speak out against things she doesn't think are right. When it comes down to it, Goldenpaw is incredibly thoughtful and wise beyond her moons. She prides herself in being able to help others and serve her clan.
- History: TBD
- Crush/Mate/Kits: Rockstar/TBD/None as of now
- Other: Could she have already existing siblings? Like, could someone offer up?
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@thewesternflame That would be great!
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- ¥Boarstrike¥
- past names∆ Boar//Boarpaw
- age∆ 26 moons
- gender∆ Male
- rank∆ Warrior
- sexuality∆ Hetero
- crush∆ Amberriver even though it's forbidden
- kin∆ unknown
- history∆ Boarstrike was a loner for most of his life, wandering about looking for his next meal. At the age of 10 moons old, he stumbled upon the clan and instantly started causing trouble. He'd hunt on their territory, pick fights with patrols, and simply wouldn't leave. After a particularly narly fight with a wandering apprentice, he was asked to join the clan in order to make use of his talents.
- personality∆ Boarstrike has a tendency to be a little hot-headed and can get worked up easily. He's sensitive about his past and does not tolerate any disrepect. He has a tough guy persona that he sticks to, and rarely shows a soft side. He's the kind of guy to fight first and talk later which can easily lead him into trouble. He is, however, a hard worker and very ambitious, striving to be the leadr one day. Despite his strength, he holds little arrogance.
- appearance description∆ Boarstrike is a brown tabby tom with alligator green eyes. He has a strong build with broad shoulders and sharp claws. His stance combined with his appearance gives him the intimidation factor. His paws are massive and his tail is long. He appears bigger than he is due to the fact that he puffs out his chest and walks with his shoulders in line.
- other∆ @Hopes~Wings Is the forbidden love thing cool with you?
- rp sample∆ Boarstrike sat in camp, watching life go about as usual. The apprentices were either tending to the elders or getting ready to go out with their mentors. A small twinge of desire struck him- he wanted an apprentice of his own. It seemed like a right of passage- be trained then be the trainer. He flicked his tail in slight annoyance but then continued his visual sweep of the camp. He skipped over many figures searching for the one that mattered- Amberriver. When around her, his rough exterior melted away to reveal a side that no one else had seen before. He even stuttered. Him? Stutter? It was unheard of, yet it occurred when in her presence. He hated the way she made him act, yet loved the way she made him feel. He wanted her and gave little regards to the fact that she was the medicine cat of the clan.
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"It's almost as if we each have a vampire inside us. Controlling that beast, that dark side, is what fascinates me."
{previous & future names} xxx Ebony//Ebonypaw
{name meaning} xxx Ebony: Her pelt is as black as ebony; Rush: she strikes quickly and is light on her feet
{place of origin} xxx Beyond the clan
{desired rank} xxx Deputy
{previous ranks} xxx Apprentice
{species} xxx American Short-Hair
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{eyes} xxx A very soft yellow
{scars & oddities} xxx She has a scar running along her left flank, marked by white skin and the absence of fur. Her right ear also has niche missing from it.
{build} xxx Ebonyrush is a slender, agile feline with slim shoulders and a long tail. While it is obvious that she has the muscle necessary for batlle, it is equally obvious that she was built more for hunting.
❧ Ebonyrush is a very charismatic character, she has a way with words that makes people want to follow her. She has a level head and speaks with a smooth voice that is warm enough to welcome others, but ice cold in the ways of being stern and serious. Very few can bring out the kit in her. She is constantly working for the clan and has taken up a miniature leader role amongst her fellow warriors. She doesn't handle non-sense well and walks around with the utmost severity. She can get carried away with punishments, leaning towards the colder and harsher side of the spectrum.
{defining traits} xxx She is renowned for her speed
- xxx She's a little too ambitious
- xxx Can be cold-hearted
{habits} xxx She subconsciencely looks over her shoulder constantly
{quirks} xxx She flicks her tail while thinking
{pet peeves & likes} xxx She hates when people are slow to answer or are disrespectful to her or higher powers. She likes those who think about their words before they spew them out.
{fears & dreams} xxx Fears will develop. She dreams of running the clan.
{talents} xxx Thinking on her feet and speed.
{weaknesses} xxx Portraying kindness and compassion
{beliefs} xxx Respect must be given in order to receive it.
❧ Ebonyrush started off as a loner, wandering about. She normally hung out around in Twoleg villages, catching the rats and mice that slunk around. This setting is how she acquired her running abilities as she constantly had to out-pace dogs that saw her as their chew toy. She occasionally met up with loosely banded loners, smooth talking them into revealing their secret hunting grounds or revealing their skills they had acquired through experience. She had no idea of the clan's existence until one particular loner she had been hanging around mentioned it. He didn't have much to share and was utterly useless in explaining the concept, but Ebony was intrigued. She set out to find this group of cats. When she found them- or rather, when they found her- she was chasing a rabbit and crashed into a patrol. She was taken back to the camp where she was able to convince the leader to let her join.
{relationship status} xxx Sinlge
{crush} xxx Will develop maybe
{mentor (Desired mentor)} xxx N/A
{apprentice (Desired apprentice)} Any will do, if there are any
{username} xxx Completely Mad
{plot ideas} xxx I was thinking maybe a second uprising? Like Ebonyrush gathers a group of followers and commits a mutiny against the clan
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I just joined, my characters are Dashingpaw- light grey tom with long hair- the "nice guy" whose mentor is Deersong, so I've been told, and Twistingroot- a brown American Short-Hair she cat-, the teacher who doesn't comprehend affection
Can I have a recap?
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Thank you! And sounds good
UPDATE: Is there a RP thread?
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Ebonyrush was in the center of the camp, scanning the area with a cool eye. She had been up for a little while now and dully noted the activity start to stur. The feline sat with notable posture and almost seemed uncomfortably stiff. She new that everyone was excited about the apprentice ceremony. And, usually, she would be too- to a degree. But not this one. The truth of the matter was that Hopekit annoyed her. Too talkative and hyper for her liking.
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OOC Hey I just joined and was wondering if I could have a recap? My character is a brown tabby tom named Boarstrike who is Mr-Tough-Guy
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Mudkit|Kit|Male
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{previous & future names} xxx Mudpaw//Mudnose
{name meaning} xxx His pelt is a muddy brown/red
{place of origin} xxx unkown
{desired rank} xxx warrior
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But younger
{scars & oddities} xxx None as of now
{build} xxx Though still small, it is clear that Mudkit was made for hunting- with slender shoulders and a sleek build. His fur is a russet red/brown and is the cause for his name. His eyes are a soft amber and give way to his docile personality.
❧ Mudkit is a mousy kit- all the energy and excitement was obviously given to his sister, Foxkit. He is a calm, level-headed fellow who is quite sweet in nature. He is a strict rule follower and is horrible at keeping secrets, always speaking whats on his mind. He is always considerate of others and has a gentle nature.
{defining traits} xxx His compassion
{pet peeves & likes} xxx It bothers him when others don't follow the rules.
{fears & dreams} xxx He's afraid that he'll always be in his sister's shadow// He wants to be the best warrior he can be.
{strengths} xxx He's honest, and kind, and even at his young age, has a knack for stalking
{weaknesses} xxx He can't keep a secret to save his life.
{beliefs} xxx Everything will be alright if you follow the rules
{relationship status} xxx Single
{mentor (Desired mentor)} xxx Whoever
{username} xxx Coompletely Mad
{other} xxx Is it cool that Mudkit is Foxkit's brother @Love~Life
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OOC @--Secret Sin Thank you!
IC Boarstrike sat around in camp, not really sure what to do with himself. He had already eaten and his fur was freshly groomed. With a look of amusement, he noticed Falconkit running around camp. Come to think of it, there were kits about to be apprenticed. A sense of excitement overtook him- maybe he'd be selected to be a mentor! The thought made his feet each with anticipation.
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The whole dog attack had taken Dashingpaw by surprise. For several moments he stood motionless as his clan mates were being torn to shreds. He only barely noticed the group of kits take off with a dog hot in pursuit. Finally back to his sense, he commenced a mad sprint to the youngsters. Dashingpaw was a large tom, but the massive dog made him appear frail in comparison. There was no time for him to reconsider his actions as he pounced at the Rottweiler, claws unsheathed and fur on end. He landed square on its back and raked his claws along the beast's flanks. A squeal accompanied the feel of blood through his claws. Not even a heartbeat later and teeth were nashing at him, aiming to grasp any appendage that was out of harm's way. The blood roared through his ears as he detached himself from the dog. Now on the ground, he was staring the creature square in the eyes, hackles raised and spit flying from his mouth. Thought processes weren't going through properly, the only thing that was going through his mind was I've got to save Willowkit, but the how alluded him. He had half the mind to dart off in hopes the beast would follow suite, but if it didn't, where would that leave Willowkit? Several moons seemed to pass during the exchange of glares, snarls, and growls. Finally, Dashingpaw made a dash straight towards the dog, hoping his illogical decision would catch it off guard. He managed to find himself beneath the belly of the beast, narrowly escaping the clamp of teeth. With claws akin to thorns, he dug them deep into the soft flesh of his opponent.
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- Scarnose | Male | Warrior]
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Name: Scarnose
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Age: 26 moons
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Appearance.
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Rank: Warrior
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Appearance Description: Scarnose is a white tom with the occasional black splotch, eyes being a dark grey colour. He is a broad-shouldered feline with a build suited for fighting. As his name implies, he has a scar stretching across his nose spanning from the inner corner of his left eye all the way to his right cheek.
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——Fur Length: Short
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——Fur Colour: White with black patches
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——Noticeable Marks: A scar running across his nose
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——Eye Colour: Dark grey
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Body Build: Broad and steady, capable of taking a blow
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Physical Disabilities: -
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Personality. His exterior expression is one of ice, his eyes always appeare narrowed and his lips naturally draw downwards to form a slight frown. He is one of those cats you look at and see power in every move he makes. He is heavily guided by pride and is fueled by it to always preform at his best. Loyalty and respect are the biggest things to him, and in this way, he practices what he preaches. He is fully willing to lay down his life to save the ones he loves and won't hesitate to do so. He refuses to show weakness- and in his case that includes emotion. If he has feelings for another, it is hard for him to express them in general, much less in a way that makes sense.
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——Optimist, Realist, Or Pessimist?: Realist with slight pessimistic tendencies
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——Introvert Or Extrovert?: Introvert
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Positive Traits: He is a sturdy figure, one that can be relied on consistantly
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——Best Quality: Loyalty
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——Helpful Habits: His attention to detail
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Negative Traits: He is a guarded fellow
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——Worst Quality: His inability to register emotion
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——Bad Habits: Chewing with his mouth open
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Talents: Scarnose excels in physical tasks
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——Strongest Skill: Fighting
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——Weakest Skill: Hunting, with his massive size he's oaf-ish
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Likes: While he may not seem the type, he loves quiet walks along the shore- it gives him time to reflect and make trying decissions
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Dislikes: Cats who are annoying and attention seeking
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Relationship Status: Single
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——Crushing On: Swanpaw, even though she's the medicine cat apprentice
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Sexual Attraction: Females
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Kits: N/A
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Parents: Flowinglight (mother, deceased) and Mudleap (father, deceased)
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Siblings: Goosefrost (sister, will make form later)
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History. He's had a pretty average life up to date. As a kit, Mudleap would take him (at the time he was named Reedkit) and his sister out on walks to the beach (this being the main reason he likes them so much) even though it wasn't smiled upon. On one visit when it was just him and his father, Reedkit was digging and sniffing around in the sand when a fish hook got caught on the corner by his eye. The pain jolting him, he reeled his head to the side and up, forcing the hook to create a large trench across his face. Even at this age, Reedkit hated weakness. He only let out a minor squeal and tried to muffle any whimpers that came to his lips on the seeminly endless trek back to camp. Upon his return, his mother was horrified and livid at what transpired, blowing up and chastising Mudleap for his carelessness. During her long rant, she bursted out with anger "We might as well call him Scarkit now!" Reedkit, who had just returned from the medicine den, overheard this and was quite taken with the idea, thinking it made him sound tough. He then refused to respond to Reedkit. After a few days of this, his parents formally requested that his name be changed. All the way through apprenticeship, he showed promise of being a skilled fighter. He would sneak off during the night to hone his skills. Fast forward to two moons after he became a warrior, his father died. It wasn't anything grusome, both his parents were well into their later moons when he and Goosefrost were born. Flowinglight was completely overrun with depression, and a day later, she too passed in her sleep. It was said that she couldn't bare to live without Mudleap so Starclan did her a favour and let her join their ranks a little early.
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- Mousepaw//Mousestride
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- Mousepaw - Male - Medicine Cat Apprentice
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name : Mousepaw
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age : 16 moons
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gender : Male
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rank : Medicine Cat Apprentice
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appearance : Mousepaw is a brown tabby feline with soft green eyes. Though he isn't the traditional apprentice, he still has broad shoulders and obvious muscle. He is about average size, average height, average everything- your run of the mill American Short-hair. Nothing really stands out about him, he isn't a jewel to look at but he isn't scum either.
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eye color : Soft green
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pelt color : Brown tabby
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scars : N/A
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personality : Mousepaw is a very proactive, on-top-of-things kind of guy, rather fitting since his mentor has a tendency to forget things. It's like he has a schedule hard-wired in his brain: every morning wake up, check the supply of herbs, check in on the elders, see if the queens need anything, etc. He is constantly working, constantly active. That being said, there's not a cocky bone in his body. In fact, he's one of the most modest felines you'll find. He's always kind and tries to lend a helping hand.
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likes : Gossip, he can be nosy
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dislikes : Arrogance, cats that think they're above everyone else
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history : Mousepaw hasn't had the most spectacular life to date. Since most of the Clan is comprised of loners or stray kittypets, it comes to no surprise or dismay that he was left in the hands of the Clan at a young age. His mother took refuge with the cats, went out one day, and never returned. It is unknown if she is alive or not, but frankly, that doesn't bother Mousepaw. She wasn't a major part of his life, she isn't there, why stress over it? Immediately Mousepaw took a liking towards the medicinal side of clan life, often frequenting the medicine den to chat with Amaranthtail.
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family : An unknown loner
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sexuality : Straight
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crush : His mentor Amaranthtail
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mate : N/A
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kittens : N/A
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plot ideas : I don't know, I thought the whole 'has a crush on his mentor, even though he's the medicine cat apprentice and she's the medicine cat' thing would be a cool idea
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roleplay sample : Mousepaw sat in the Medicine den, going over the supplies, as was routine for early mornings. Burdock root? Check. Juniper berries? Check. Watermint? Running a little low, I'll have to go fetch some later. For him, it was just a normal day, full of doing ordinary rounds. He looked to the side to see Amaranthtail taking a little cat nap, as per usual (OOC: I know I don't have control over her, but in her bio it said she did that a lot, and it only seemed fitting) and he couldn't help but give a small smile in her direction. His chest filled with warmth as he gazed at her- so peaceful. But the serenity didn't last long when reality sunk in. He was the medicine cat apprentice and she was the medicine cat. His heart sank, like a stone in water, into the deep crevices of his chest. But there was no time for mourning and sorrow. Things had to get done, there was watermint to collect.
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There was no way Dashingpaw could take on the dog alone- after all, he was just an apprentice. Even a moon or so away from being a warrior, he still lacked the vital experience that came with age. He had to find a different way to go about things. He was too big to fit inside the hole with Willowkit without smothering her, so the possibility of defending her from the inside was out. Defeating the dog on by himself was obviously ruled out. That only left snatching her and making a break for it. Mind made up, Dashingpaw launched one more attack. Claws extened towards the creature's eyes, he propelled himself forward and met his mark. The dog reeled back in agony, giving him just enough time to reach in the hole. At the entrance, hu dug around frantically trying to find her.
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There! He exclaimed in his head, a brief moment of relief washing over him. But it was short lived. Not only was the dog starting to recover, but the hole was practically filled with Willowkit's blood. He was able to grab her by the scruff and begin his frantic dash just as the creature came back to its senses. The Rottweiler began its pursuit, Dashingpaw could feel its hot, sticky breath on his hind legs. With every foot-fall, he was agonizingly aware of how much he was jostling the kit around. He needed to find a safe place- and fast. Willowkit's life literally depended on it. Trees, dogs can't climb trees! Immediately Dashingpaw set course for the nearest sturdy tree. Once close enough, he flung himself onto the trunk, wincing at the thought of what the kitten was going through. His stomach lurched as he felt the excruciating pain of teeth form a hold on his tail, and just like that, half his tail was gone. Without a moment's breath, he continued up the tree until he found a thick enough branch to set Willowkit on. Cobwebs, cobwebs, cobwebs repeated in his head as he began scoring up and down the tree. Finally he spotted some lower down on the trunk, closer to the snarling dog than was comfortable. But he had to do it. He descended with caution and perched himself on a thin branch. With three paws firmly latched onto the branch, he extended the fourth and shakily began collecting the cobwebs. "Fox dun!" he spat, what he collected was more than likely not enough. But it would have to do. The dog still yowling below him, he returned to the ball of fur and began applying the substance, hoping beyond hope that it would staunch the flow of blood, even temporarily.
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Scarnose reached the shore and immediately spat and coughed water from his lungs. Slightly disoriented, he looked around, dazed, searching for Swanpa . He wanted to aid the she-cat any way possible. Finally spotting her, the water logged tom paced over. "Is there anything I can do? Any herbs I could search for?" It wasn't much, but it was the only way he could think to hint at his affection for the feline.
OOC, on mobile so sorry for short response
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Seeing Amberriver, Boarstrike straightened his posture. What could he do to impress her? Deciding on a subtle approach, the brown tabby tom padded towards the hoard of kits. "Young warriors, time for a pop quiz. Show me your best stalking position" he purred. He loved kits, they brought out a whole new side to him.
OOC sorry for short response, on mobile
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