Rainpaw, Apprentice of Fogclan

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ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Rainpaw

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Non-Binary, couldn't care less about pronouns (she/her is usually used)

ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Pansexual, but tends to prefer females and other genderqueer cats

ᴀɢᴇ: Seven moons old

ʀᴀɴᴋ: Apprentice


ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: As a kitten, Rainkit made no attempts to fit in with the crowd, always questioning the rules and the decisions of the high positions and sneaking off from what she considered a boring nursery experience. She constantly and ruthlessly teased her siblings and friends, and though her mocking was well meant it came out as harmful at times. Once she was promoted to apprentice she barely matured, still leaping at any chance to make childish jokes or mock someone else's serious behavior. Rainpaw would show that she was a talented hunter and fighter at times, but blew off these skills almost completely by slacking off and refusing to take anything seriously, showing a lack of respect for authority.

ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ: None yet

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ(s): None

ᴄʀᴜsʜ: None

ᴍᴀᴛᴇ: None

ᴋɪᴛs: None

ᴋɪɴ: None / Undecided


ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
[ Childish | Intelligent | Competitive | Hopeless Romantic | Impolite ]


[ Childish ]
Rainpaw is incredibly childish and immature, constantly making dirty jokes or laughing at completely inappropriate moments. She likes to tease people of all clans and ranks, which usually is a bad idea and sometimes is a good one.

[ Intelligent ]
She is surprisingly intelligent and is able to piece information together to solve mysteries. Rainpaw tends to notice the "tells" of other cats when they lie. She is easily distracted however, so this trait is not very noticeable. 

[ Hopeless Romantic ]
Rainpaw has a highly romantic view of almost everything and has high expectations for almost everything that happens.

[ Impolite ]
She tends to have little to no respect for authority figures, treating them as equals and attempting to joke around with them, even when they clearly don't want her to. 


ʟɪᴋᴇs: Being in charge, other apprentices, joking around, sparring and working

ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs Being bossed around, those who are uptight (in her opinion), and being beaten.

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
sʜᴏʀᴛ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: A ruffled looking spotted red and brown tabby with bright olive eyes and tufted ears.

ʟᴏɴɢ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Rainpaw is an average sized cat who, from constant exercise managed to become slightly muscular. She walks with a confident stride and a cheery smile. Though it would be a stretch to consider her beautiful, she has what some would call a pretty face and smile. Her pelt is red and brown, dotted with pale stripes and spots.

ʙᴜɪʟᴅ: Average, lean

ғᴜʀ: Scruffy and uneven, especially on neck and tail.

ᴇʏᴇs: Earthy olive green

ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ sᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ
Edge smirked, trotting after his friend with his tail raised high in the air. He became horribly aware of how handsome Milo was with the snow spraying everywhere that his pale paws kissed the earth, creating a heavenly trail behind him. The make uncomfortably pawed at his eye, surprised at himself. He liked girls, not Milo... Not his best friend, the guy who went through everything with him, the guy who didn't mind bows in his fur and lipstick stuck to his whiskers. The guy who blushed at his every sarcastic comment and giggled at the word 'coconut,' the guy who got scared of waterfowl and tripped over his own paws.


The male felt his face heat up, losing concentration. This all made sense - he has always liked boys and girls. Now he had the hots for his closest buddy, his Milo.


"Ah - Milo?" he called hesitantly, catching up to him in a few strides. 

The male glanced over his wrong shoulder before righting himself with a giggle. "Yeah, Edge?"

He opened his mouth but nothing came out, so he covered it with a weak laugh. "Ha, I forgot. Let's go hunt or something."


NOTE: I actually have a holding slot in Fogclan - grovvl put it on hold for me!! Thank you!
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