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[size=11pt]Character Name: Limepaw
Character Age: Eleven moons
Gender: Male
Alliance:ThunderClan
Rank: Apprentice
Appearance: Limepaw is a gray-brown mackeral tabby with dull hazel eyes and white on his muzzle, chest and paws; brick-red nose/pads. He has a graceful body and rough-textured fur as well as a triangular face and defined cheekbones. He is athletic and a deft tree-climber. His thin tail is rather crooked and this affects his balance to some extent.

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Personality:
---Likes: Climbing, familiarity, and spending time with others.
--- Dislikes: Small spaces, the unknown and being by himself.
---Strengths: He is open-minded , inquisitive and gracious.
---Weaknesses: Lacks sense of himself, who he is and where he was born; this makes him very apt to copying off of others. He is sensitive with a bloated sense of pride.

Limepaw is open-minded and feels as if he owes a lot to ThunderClan. He likes things that are familiar and he feels uncomfortable when something is unknown to him. He is curious and inquisitive, always looking for answers. He takes himself far too seriously and tends to over-dramatize. He seems to be split into two directions in his life, often torn by two paths and unable to make up his mind. He is clingy and selfish with an inflamed sense of pride. Sensitive and never satisfied.

History: Limepaw remembers nothing about his past. He was born under a loner she-cat, Nina, who dropped him off at ThunderClan when he was young. Luckily for Limepaw, ThunderClan took him in. Today, he is very gracious for this. However, he lacks a sense of himself and often finds his mother’s face in his dreams. But she is never a clear picture and it haunts him.

Limepaw finds himself clinging to ThunderClan perhaps even obsequiously, fearing that one day the leader will decide that the choice to take him in was a mistake. He is torn between two paths: to leave and find his mother, or to stay in ThunderClan where dangers of his past cannot find him.[/size]

Limepaw sighed, stretching his faded white jaws in satisfaction as he padded into the den. Immediately, his dull hazel eyes recognized Barkpaw and Darepaw. There was just one apprentice he hadn't noticed before-- she looked very young, a recently-made apprentice. The gray-brown tabby tom smiled and approached her affably. "What's your name?" he asked, sitting down to lick his paws comfortably in the warm, cozy atmosphere of the den. Usually, he didn't like to be in here because it was rather small for his taste, but today was just a different day, he supposed.

[size=11pt]Character Name: Nina
Character Age: Forty-eight moons
Gender: Female
Alliance: Loner
Rank: Loner
Appearance: Nina is pure coal black with black nose/pads. She has an athletic, trim and slender body; her fur is rough-textured and thin, but it grows quite thick to keep her warm in the cold months of winter. She displays a triangular face and a longish, flat nose. Her eyes are a strikingly warm cinnamon-amber. She has a bit of a limp in her hind right paw, but this does not hinder her.

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Personality:
---Likes: Being alone, hunting and challenges.
--- Dislikes: Small spaces, water and being too crowded.
---Strengths: Independent and resourceful.
---Weaknesses: Does not like to bring things up from the past; once something is over, it is over for good. She does not like to look back on things and refuses to change her mind once it is made up.

Nina is cold, she can be callous. She defends herself and has trouble opening up to anyone. She does not listen to other's opinions. She does not trust; she is a cheater and a liar, quite selfish when it comes down to it. She would rather be by herself and is not social. However, she is not shy and has no trouble speaking her mind when needed. She has a determined essence to her. She is always guarded due to her past and conceals many secrets. Once something is over, it is over. Nina has no trouble turning around and never looking back. She is a creature of habit. She does not forgive, and she never forgets.

History: Nina was born a loner. She does not have many friends, but her antics have gotten into more trouble than she can handle. Because she had made many enemies in her lifetime and is not proud of what she had done, she must hide her identity. Nina does not lie to herself about the fact that she has cheated many and broken hearts to get what she wants.

She was forced to leave her kit, Limepaw with ThunderClan. She was unknowing of his fate, but sure that it would be better than if she decided to keep him and hold him vulnerable to the dark intentions of her enemies. He always had to stay hidden in small places for his own sake, but Nina knew this couldn't go on any longer. For Ty was her weakness, and before she could become too attached to him, Nina let him go. It was not because she was cold-- it was because, for the first time in her life, Nina felt love for something. That was the reason she left him, and the reason she would never return to him again.[/size]

It was funny how everything was dark now, because the light had just been blinding him a heartbeat ago.

Limepaw didn't see the younger apprentice as he crept through the dark bushes. All he knew was the nostalgia burning the back of his mind, the scent of squirrel, the cold leaves brushing his pelt-- oh, and it was tight. Much too tight. He felt the instinctive need to leap from his taut space, and felt fear creeping up to grab him at the last second, when he wasn't expecting it. But he was ready.

The gray-brown tom leapt powerfully from the bushes and onto an unsuspecting squirrel. He sunk his claws into it expertly, the blood staining the snowy ground as he gripped its scruff. The other squirrels had dashed away, the nuts rolling across the white ground-- but Limepaw wasn't focused on that. He was focused on the squirrel now dangling from his jaws, dead. Only then did his dull hazel eyes catch sight of the other apprentice, who would not be immune to the violence of nature.

Limepaw dropped the squirrel from his jaws and took a step back with a smile spreading across his bloody muzzle. "Oh, my apologies! Was that your hunt?"

Limepaw didn't expect the younger apprentice to behave like this...to be so distraught. It struck a curious chord in his heart, a bit of melancholy, and left a bitter taste in his mouth; just like the metallic blood of the prey. For a moment, he was too surprised to speak, but he soon found his senses with an uncomfortable flick of his ear. His dull hazel gaze met the younger she-cat's large eyes. "Well, of course I killed it..." he meowed, tilting his head to one side. "Of course I killed it."

And that's all he could say, for what else could be said?
A question, perhaps, for he was curious.

"What was I supposed to do? Aren't you an apprentice? Don't you know what squirrels are for?"

Limepaw felt genuinely sorry for what he had done. He approached the younger she-cat carefully, leaving the dead squirrel where it lay. That was when he heard another cat approach; he recognized the scent as Justicepaw's and dismissed it lightly with a flick of his tail.

"I'm sorry," he told Lightpaw, his dull hazel eyes meeting hers sincerely. "But let me tell you something. Everything dies someday-- it's the circle of life. This squirrel will someday have a second life in which it will live again; be able to play in the snow again." He offered this explanation with a ghost of a smile tracing his muzzle before turning to further acknowledge Justicepaw's existence with a slightly embarassed flick of his tail.

Oh, surely he wouldn't think of him as sappy? I was just trying to offer some solace.

Limepaw felt a wave of relief as the young apprentice's calico fur relaxed from a bristling state and a ray of sunshine lit up her green eyes. She smiled, telling him she didn't like dead things, and silently Limepaw agreed. He just never thought of it like that.

"Oh no," Limepaw meowed, swiping some blood off of his muzzle as if to permanently wash out the memory. "It's not your fault. And Lightpaw? Oh, I remember your apprentice ceremony! My mistake." He smiled, sitting down comfortably. "I'm Limepaw. Eleven months old and almost a warrior."

He almost couldn't believe it. I'm getting so old. The nostalia tickled his tongue, made his thoughts spin in his head. He felt restless-- like he was wasting time. But why did he feel like that? Why did he always feel so restless; as if he needed something more? He shook his head and looked at Justicepaw with a gleam in his dull hazel eyes. "Hey. How are you?" he questioned.

Nina padded through the night, the bitter snow bristling her coal-black fur and her tail lifted slightly above the sheets of white snow. She padded into an alley, avoiding the lights of the cars that reflected the flakes of snow, sparkling like diamonds in the dark skies.

It was starless. The bitter air stung her lungs.

The she-cat's warm cinnamon eyes flared, reflecting the light and glowing. She slipped behind a silver trash can and padded over to one which had been knocked over, the bountiful trash spilling onto the frosty pavement. The loner she-cat sniffed the pile for scraps. She wasn't wearing thin-- in fact, her pelt was sleek and her winter pelt had grown fluffy. Still, food was necessary for the cold months ahead.

Grabbing a piece of cold chicken, Nina bounded onto a low ledge and crouched in the cold concrete.That was the moment when she scented another cat. Ears edged forward and her deceivingly innocent eyes glimmering, Nina twitched her tail nervously and bristled her fur.

Before another moment could pass, she dashed from the ledge to leap in a fierce attempt to bowl over the cat who dared to trespass. "Who are you and what do you want?"

Limepaw let a friendly smile stretch across his faded white muzzle and sat down to swipe his paws across his ears comfortably. He let his dull hazel eyes sweep across the other apprentices. All younger than me... great StarClan, I'm getting old. He felt some faint feeling tickle the back of his throat, and that restlessness grew from the core. It always did every time he thought about his age, the past. Nostalgia.

Barkpaw and Bonepaw seemed friendly, but Darepaw struck Limepaw as strange.

Curiousity itched in his paws, and he couldn't help it. "I'm Limepaw," he mewed first, and then added. "Eleven moons old." Almost eagerly, he trailed onto his next question: "What do you mean, you just arrived here last night, Darepaw? As in... you just arrived in ThunderClan last night?" He simply couldn't help it. Curiousity was killing him, and perhaps he was a bit too forward... but he had to know.

Limepaw's ears flicked forward at the scent of Solarpaw. He turned his dull hazel eyes turned to catch the conversation flowing between the two she-cats. Hmm, hunting or exploring? Which would benefit ThunderClan more; but which would be more exciting? Limepaw felt caught between two choices and couldn't make up his mind. He felt the need to say something, but was unsure at the same time. He merely smiled at Solarpaw and then offered up a useless, "Sure! Whatever you want-- exploring or hunting. Whichever. Anything will be fun!"

He stopped before he could run his mouth any further, and then stood to flick his tail toward the squirrel he had killed earlier, his gesture a bit awkward. "Uh, I mean... that can count for hunting I suppose."
Oh, brilliant, Limepaw! the voice in his mind scolded.

You're very clever, and great with words.

Limepaw didn't quite know what to say at Solarpaw's forwardness. Blunt. It made him nervous to think he couldn't find an answer; he was torn between two choices, as he often was. He blinked at her, trying to be calm. "My name is Limepaw. And I..."

He suddenly looked over at Lightpaw, taking into account how she disliked hunting so much... also taking into account that her choice had been to explore, clearly. He wouldn't feel so pressured if he could just copy. He wouldn't feel so guilty. Limepaw looked back at Solarpaw with a dramatic sweep of his tail against the white snow, which drifted like dust in the breeze. "I guess I think we should explore."

Limepaw averted his gaze from Solarpaw's slightly, but kept his ears pricked toward her to show that he was still paying attention. He felt the frost spraying onto him as she shook her pelt. The sun was still high in the sky, and the snowflakes sparkled in the light. He turned his gaze back to her emerald eyes, a bit awkwardly. Why was she putting so much pressure on him?

"Well, anywhere," he replied simply. "And my name is Limepaw."

Limepaw looked at Solarpaw, tilting his head to one side. "Why are you sorry?" he asked, truly not minding the frost as much as he minded the pressure. But, he wouldn't really admit to that either. He sat up a bit taller and puffed out his chest, flexing the muscles of his shoulders and bristling his fur in an attempt to look larger than he was. He noticed at once that Solarpaw's long, prominently striped fur was clinging to her ribs from the cold.

Limepaw smiled coolly, flicking an ear at Justicepaw (who he almost forgot about) and Lightpaw. "Come on, then," he meowed, trotting off. He slid past Solarpaw, brushing his tail underneath her chin in an almost challenging way as he stepped past her. Oh, he had seen her tail twitch and heard her sigh! He knew what she thought of him.

Limepaw suddenly stopped, springing to the side to look back at Lightpaw and Justicepaw. The cold air filled his lungs, and he let out a foggy breath. "Are you coming, you two?" he asked, his hazel eyes gleaming in the cold sunshine.

OOC: I know. ^.^ He thinks that she thinks he's weak and awkward, sort of kit-like. He did that to make sure she knew what she was dealing with, lol. He has a strange way of showing things. The tail-thing was sort of a flirty thing, I guess, but he's basically showing her that he's stronger than she thinks/can handle himself. Yeah, Limepaw is a bit arrogant you could say. <3

Limepaw looked back at Lightpaw, feeling a slight stab of remorse. "Lightpaw..." he meowed. "Would you rather we not hunt? Or does it not bother you too much?" He looked at Solarpaw for a moment. "If she doesn't feel like hunting, I... guess we should explore instead, maybe. Either way, let's get going. Everyone follow me!"

He stepped in front of Solarpaw, a spring in his step, feeling important. Well, for a moment at least.

Limepaw decided not to answer Solarpaw's question. Pft, if she thinks she's so smart! He felt the fur bristle slightly along his spine, but managed to keep his fur flat as she asked him why he was so intent on stepping in front of her. He decided to ignore her and simply listen to the conversation that soon brewed among the two she-cats.

Favorite prey. Limepaw wasn't quite sure if he had one-- it was hard to choose when there was so many. If I had my say, then it would be a tie between squirrel and thrush, he thought to himself as he padded in front of Solarpaw and Lightpaw. For a moment, he felt alone, but with all the trees towering above him.

Open space, and yet confined. He felt small, and smiled to himself as he breathed in the earthy air; a mix of pine-trees and snow. The sunningrocks were close.

OOC: Hehe <3

Limepaw shook his head, understanding Darepaw to some extent. "No, no, I understand what you mean." He shuffled his paws slightly. "I... don't completely remember my past either." He shook his head. All he knew was that his mother had left him in ThunderClan when he was a kit.

He didn't know why, and it haunted him.

Limepaw smiled, shaking his head of thoughts and looking at Darepaw. He flicked his ears at the other apprentices. Hm, battle training. It sounded like a good idea. Besides, Limepaw was getting rather claustrophobic with all of the apprentices now crowding around him. He got up and stretched, then turned his hazel eyes toward Darepaw. "Yeah, I'd like that. Anyone else want to come?" He started off toward the den's exit, happy as the cold air brushed his fur.

Limepaw answered Solarpaw's question with a simple, "Squirrel and thrush, probably" and then continued to listen to their conversaiton and watch the trees. Lightpaw's mention of a RiverClan cat caught his attention rather quickly, but he soon dismissed it with a flick of his tail and decided to give his own opinion about fish. "I don't like fish myself, either. They just taste... strange to me." He shook his head and then looked back at Solarpaw and Lightpaw. "We're close now."

Limepaw followed Darepaw outside; it was cold and snowy. He inhaled the frigid air and faced Darepaw. He lowered his head, neck fur bristling as he dug his claws into the earth and then pulled them back in, remembering to keep them sheathed.

He suddenly leapt at Darepaw and then quickly leapt to the side, attempting to confuse the other apprentice as he rushed by.