Seapaw - Aspenclan

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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 Seapaw of the great AspenClan Age 6 Moons Gender Tom Rank Apprentice How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS Orange and my eyes are Dark Blue Scars None yet Appearance He was rather large for an apprentice, nearly the size of a young warrior, with room to grow, paws much larger than he could handle, easily falling over them. Yet the tom was working on his balance constantly, doing his best to become a graceful warrior with all the power of a tom to be respected and feared. His pelt was the color of sand, with a more dusty pattern appearing as waves, which gave him his name of Seakit. His eyes were a darker blue color, and pointed ears with a white diamond on his chest. Four white mittens adorned his feet while his tail bushed out like the feather of an ostrich. He was rather proud of his appearance, he felt he looked like no other cat, something unique. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M Proud AND Battle Ready Personality He is a rather cocky cat, assuming he can do everything and anything. He does not understand his boundaries, especially as an apprentice, he does what he wants when he wants, unless a warrior he respects says otherwise. He sneers at cats that boast of their parentage, he does not know his lineage or kin. He is an orphan. As he grows the tom will change, he will learn to do his duty with pride and modesty. He might still boast every now and then, but he will take things in stride, a proud Aspenclan cat. Assuming he gains a mentor who could tame his wild ways, or even try and make him something different than he is. He knows what he wants to be, he need only find a mentor to make him that. The tom is also a bit of a ladies man, he knows she-cats like him, and to him it is only finding the strongest female to become his mate. Perhaps there is one who could be a cat he would truly love, although he doubts love itself. It seems to bring something but heartache to the cats around, nothing but pain. Why would he want to put himself through that. Preferences *Likes -Fighting -Hunting -She-cats -Boasting -Playing *Dislikes -Other toms who think they are better than him -Losing battles -Missing prey -Disappointing his mentor Secret Ambitions To become Deputy and then leader, he wishes to be a cat the other clans would respect and look up to. A cat his clan would rely on and fight for without question. Strengths/Weaknesses *Strengths -Fighting -Hunting -Tree climbing -Manipulating others. *Weaknesses -Talking to she-cats he actually likes -Being Cocky -Listening to his elders. How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE Unwanted AND Abandonment (He is an orphan who does not know his real parents. So that is all he thinks of them) Family Grandfather - Shriekingvoice - Soulclan - deceased, Dark Forest Grandmother - Morningbreeze - Aspenclan - deceased, Starclan Father - Shallowvoice - deceased Mother - Mosspetal - deceased Event that Lead to being a Warrior He is still an apprentice. History The apprentice was found wandering Aspenclan territory as a kit, just old enough to be weaned from his mother's milk the large tom kit had been found wailing within the woods, taken into camp by a patrol. It had all been such a whirlwind to him, he had little idea where he was, or who had picked him up. And he cared little once fresh-kill was placed infront of him. Gulping down the prey he quickly fell asleep within the warm nursery walls. From there the tom had been raised an Aspenclan cat, few dealt with him, he was left to his own devices, which could be why the cat has turned into the cocky apprentice he is today. With his massive body, he longed to prove himself to his adoptive clan in battle, to protect them and repay his debt. Yet a deeper ambition, one he kept mostly to himself, he wanted to become deputy, he wanted to be the sire to kits as powerful as he. He cared little for finding love, it seemed to only bring heartache to those cats, if the other died, found another mate or they simply grew tired of eachother. It seemed true love was the stuff of legends, tales for kits to make them feel good about themselves. He was better than that, he would be. Sample RP

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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

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Accepted!