Weedpaw__FrostClan

[Juniper]

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[atrb=width,600,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=200815] Why do you shun me for who I am? FOR I AM Weedpaw of the great FrostClan Age 8 ½ moons Gender Male Rank Apprentice How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS golden and my eyes are pale amber Scars Because Weedpaw is still an apprentice, he only has one scar, across his nostril. That was received less than a moon ago, when curiosity led him closer to a viscous badger, who struck him across his nose. For an entire quarter of a moon, he couldn’t smell anything except blood. Appearance Weedpaw has a luxurious, golden honey pelt tinted with white. His fur is thick and although silky looking in texture, it actually feels rough to the touch. He is also large for his size and has finely articulated bones. Thick muscles ripple under his shiny pelt as well. His paws and muzzle appear as if they’ve been coated with powdery snow. His honey-drizzled coat gleams when neatly groomed, as if reflecting the sun itself. Now Weedpaw is quite an odd creature. His body is very disproportionate, as while he has a nice, stocky frame, his muzzle is petite and small, and his ears are vastly enormous. His right eye is also unresponsive to any commands given by his brain. Unrealistic looking and glassy in texture, it remains unmoving. In his eyes swirl crude mixes of pale amber, sunny yellow, clear blue, and pallid peach. He also has long, pointy claws that frequently get caught in various things, as he tends to forget to sheathe them. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M adventurous AND friendly Personality Weedpaw is quite an adventurous cat, always eager to explore or just run. He possesses the natural curiosity of a kit but the loyal heart of a true Warrior. He’s also incredibly innocent-like and friendly, though he’s currently losing his naivety. His personality definitely contrasts with his greatest friend, Birchpaw, though they still manage to get along. Weedpaw usually offers to tag along on nearly every border/hunting patrol he can find. Although clumsy at times, he’s particularly enthusiastic about hunting, vowing to become the greatest Warrior of the Clan. His ambition, though, is in a good way. Throughout his training, he’s picked up bits of advice and has recently become quite canny and clever. He plays jokes on the older Warriors and but is somewhat afraid of the elders, for fear of becoming old. Evil thoughts sometimes cross his mind, even refuse to leave at times. Luckily, his good spirit and sense of humor cannot be dampened by the sometimes cruel hearts of the other cats. Unfortunately, his wonderful self-confidence has its own negative aspects. Because of it, he can be rather blunt and unintentionally cruel to others, then grows confused on why the other cat looks hurt. He is a natural leader, even though he leads his fellow cats astray on occasion. However, you couldn’t call him bossy. He merely organizes well and has earned the respect of all the Clan members, except the elders, whom he actively hates. Preferences Weedpaw enjoys being in the company of other cats, especially his den mate, Birchpaw. He also love hunting, running and gossiping with his fellow Clan members. However, because of his thick coat, he hates the warmth from the sun and doesn’t like the Clan elders at all. Secret Ambitions Weedpaw, more than anything, wants to succeed Moonstar and become Clan leader himself. However, he’s attempting this through trying to impress his leader and make good connections with the other Warriors. Strengths/Weaknesses Weedpaw has excellent leadership skills and agility. He’s a skilled hunter, and although he loves to run, he’s quite slow. In fact, he’s the slowest cat in FrostClan. How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE Breezefeather AND Duskstone Family Weedpaw’s parents are Breezefeather and Duskstone (deceased), and his littermates are Shypaw (f) and Stonepaw (m). Event that Lead to being a Warrior He’s not yet a Warrior. History As a kit nursing from his mother Breezefeather, Weedpaw was always a bubbly and friendly cat, in contrast to his cold and cruel littermates. He was the first to open his eyes and the first to learn basic Warrior traits. He even memorized the Warrior Code, something long forgotten in his Clan, by his first week. Even when he was barely a moon old, he already knew he wanted to become leader of FrostClan. Unfortunately, his life began unraveling when his mother was exiled from FrostClan. He was just a newly made apprentice, but was insulted for his clumsy hunting style, so his mother took vengeance by brutally killing the offender. Even after her exile, Weedpaw remained with his happy spirit, though his siblings grew despondent and distant. When he had just become 8 moon old, the broken truce of StarClan occurred, and his father was killed in the struggle. Still, Weedpaw was bright and cheery, his manner never leaking any hints of the horror his family had faced. However, while his Warrior skills rose to unseen levels, Shypaw and Stonepaw’s enthusiasm for becoming Warriors had withered into nothingness. It was all they could do to just drag themselves out of the apprentices’ den each day. And yet Weedpaw seemed to be of a cruel heart, as he neither comforted nor acknowledged the presence and hurt of his siblings. He had put on a strong and uncaring façade, as if he were an only child. This message was conveyed so well, even his closest friends forgot he had a sister and a brother. As the time for him to become a full Warrior grew nearer and nearer, he began widening his already large circle of friends to include old and experienced Warriors. He even grew close to Moonstar and the Clan deputy. More determined than ever to prove his sufficiency for a leader, he works harder and harder… Sample RP You call me by the name I’ve lied I meet in secret with those who’ve died Though life is not’ but treachery This life is all the life in me

[becky]

Accepted!

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