" — rivals / sort-of-enemies with olivepaw? he's a timid boy so he's very easily intimidated and she could insult him for it :0
// retro to dog / bloodclan attack!
" — He had come here with Dualeyes, his adoptive mother. The sounds and smells of Thunderclan were radically different from what he experienced in his other moons of life, but honestly, he had been too young to remember it all. He could recall the cityscape, the smell of smoke and all the bright lights, but that was it. Here, within the forest, was something akin to peace.
His nose twitched. Everything was so new. The faces, the voices, their traditions and beliefs; he couldn't begin to adapt to it, he felt. Starclan... what was that? He could somewhat recall his old home believing in something else, but he couldn't remember the name. He drew his tongue over his teeth, feeling vaguely that he was hungry. He drew towards the fresh-kill pile, a bit uncertain; everything looked good, but... was he allowed to eat something? He was only an apprentice, which figured meant he was quite low on the Thunderclan hierarchy, and he wasn't sure if prey was reserved for someone else.
His stomach growled, quite audibly, and he winced. I can't exactly hunt very well, so... I wonder what I'll do.
Training Style Preference: Someone who'll try and get him out of his comfort zone, who will prioritize combat training and also show him the Thunderclan way of life!
Other (not required): n/a :-)
" — A dog. Olivepaw's heart was sent racing as he scrambled upwards, following Rosepaw out of the den. What's going to happen? Are we all going to die? Despite once living in the city, with all its bustle and life, he had never encountered a dog. What did they even look like? He wanted to run, really. Panic set every nerve of his ablaze and he found himself struggling to find footing, even if he had been standing still for a moment.
Finally, he broke away from the other apprentices, seeing the woman who had taken him in; Dualeyes. "Mom, please be careful!" He had been used to calling her mom; after all, she was all he knew. He'd send a glance to her, hearing the snarling of the dogs grow ever closer, but he chose to quickly dart after Rosepaw again, escaping camp, narrowly avoiding the carnage. "Rosepaw, where should we go?" He asked her worriedly, looking at Flamestar's adopted daughter.
GENERAL INFO — *+:☽
olive, olivepaw, olivebranch/ cis male )
— 6 moons / ages semi-realistically, will double age until warriorhood
— thunderclan / apprentice
— used to live in bloodclan
— former stray, taken in by dualeyes
GENETICS & RELATIONSHIPS — *+:☽
( npc x npc / adopted by dualeyes )
— single / hopeless romantic
— bisexual, leans towards women / crushes extremely easily
AESTHETIC — *+:☽
— tall grey tabby with high white / ref
— as an apprentice, he's lithe, with mainly grey fur. he has white on his muzzle and cheeks, moving down to his chest, and it also covers most of his limbs. he was named for his large green eyes. he has long legs, making a bit taller than some of his fellow apprentices. he's not very remarkable in terms of his appearance; he's a simple tabby cat.
— he wears two small olive branches behind his left ear.
PERSONALITY — *+:☽
( personality type here / lawful good )
— quiet / loyal / obedient / faithful
— nervous / anxious / hesitant / cowardly
— once a former city cat, olivepaw was taken in by a bloodclan warrior, dualeyes, and then taken to thunderclan. despite hailing from the city, he's undeniably soft-hearted and out-of-the-way, making one wonder how he ever would have survived without his adoptive mother. however, he has a good heart, and strives to do good, to prove his worth as a non-native thunderclan warrior.
INTERACTION — *+:☽
( easy physically / easy mentally )
— will start not fights / will finish not them / will run away / is afraid of confrontation
— attack in underline and @/OLIVEPAW;
— healing and passive powerplay allowed
OTHER — *+:☽
— penned by madster