Post by joey on Mar 5, 2015 23:31:41 GMT
ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Peachpaw
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male
ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Heterosexual
ᴀɢᴇ: 10 moons
ʀᴀɴᴋ: Apprentice
ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Peachpaw grew up in BreezeClan to his father, Heronfeather who was a large, handsome ginger tom. His mother was a white she-cat with soft blue eyes and short fur, her name was Icefur. Peachpaw grew up with them up until his apprentice ceremony, where they never really showed up. They were found a few days later, killed by a wild animal of sorts that was never identified. Peachpaw had always been rather reserved, but he has been more so since his parent's deaths. The tom rarely opens up anymore or tries to make friends with the other members of the Clan.
ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ: Snowmelt
ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ(s): None.
ᴄʀᴜsʜ: None.
ᴍᴀᴛᴇ: None.
ᴋɪᴛs: None.
ᴋɪɴ: Heronfeather and Icefur, both deceased.
ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
[ shy | loyal | pushover ]
[ shy ]
Ever since his parent's death, and even a bit before, Peachpaw has been a shy being. The tom exists very quietly and only speaks when spoken to, and very politely, might I add. This trait makes it difficult to talk to him because of the fact that he has little to nothing to say at all. I guess you can just say he isn't the social type.
[ loyal ]
Even though Peachpaw doesn't know many cats, he is fiercly loyal to the few cat's he is close with and his Clan. The apprentice would do anything and everything for his loved ones and Clan, even give his life for them. Peachpaw is very loving and gets attached very easily to those around him, though he may not show it.
[ pushover ]
Being said along with the shy trait, Peachpaw has nothing to say in a conversation and he will rarely ever open his mouth when something is wrong. The tom never talked about his feelings or opens up and it would take a very special cat to open Peachpaw up. But, that's if they don't walk all over him and take advantage of the fact that he would let them do anything.
ʟɪᴋᴇs:
Alone time, mice, helping out, makeing others happy, climbing trees, hunting.
ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs
Fighting, confrontation, rabbits, yelling.
ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
sʜᴏʀᴛ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Peachpaw is a lanky short-furred pale honey-ginger tabby tom with blue eyes.
ʟᴏɴɢ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Peachpaw is a lanky tom with not much muscle, but a lot of leg. Compared to other apprentices his age, he's tall, but not big. His short-fur doesn't help his size, either. However, with teh paleness of his fur, he's good at hiding in the wilderness as it blends in and just looks like dead grass almost. His bright blue eyes stand out from the rest of him.
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ: Kind of lanky and skinny.
ғᴜʀ: Pale honey ginger.
ᴇʏᴇs: Electric blue.
ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ sᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ
Mushroomwhisker was dozing in camp, laying in a soft patch of snow next to a sleeping Tawnysong. He heard someone enter camp not too far from them and rose to his paws quietly, careful not to wake Tawnysong and padded closer to the cat who he identified as Crowflight quickly. "Hey! How was your pat-" There was blood. Mushroomwhsiker smelled blood on Crowflight... Not only Crowflight's blood. Oh no... Everything always went bad at the StreamClan border... "Crowflight!" Mushroomwhisker ran to him and started sniffing his pelt and pawing at him lightly to examine him. "What happened?!"
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idk mate re-purposing Shrew of course, under a different name, also have to think of that.
