Eaglepaw, Apprentice of FogClan

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ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Eaglepaw



ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male



ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Greysexual



ᴀɢᴇ: 10 moons (as of April 2015)



ʀᴀɴᴋ: Apprentice




ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ

ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Nothing too special has happened so far. Eaglekit was born, 6 moons passed, and then he became an apprentice. And now he's in training to be a warrior.


ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ: Shrikeface


ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ(s): N/A


ᴄʀᴜsʜ: Shrewpaw (of WillowClan)


ᴍᴀᴛᴇ: N/A


ᴋɪᴛs: N/A


ᴋɪɴ: N/A




ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ

[ Idealistic | Optimistic | Dogmatic | Pretentious ]


[ Idealistic ]

Eaglepaw's ideal Clan life would be for everyone to just get along, whether it be with fellow Clanmates or warriors from opposing Clans. He wishes very much for forestwide peace, and acknowledges this as a bit naive but he will stand by his ideal no matter what.


[ Optimistic ]

Eaglepaw is very confident that cats will someday stop fighting each other, and tries his best to mediate between two quarreling cats in his Clan.


[ Dogmatic ]

He is so convinced of his ideal that nothing can back him down from it. This can be somewhat irritating to others who try to explain why there needs to be challenges in life, in order to keep the Clans growing and from stagnating into laziness.

[ Pretentious ]

He believes himself above others in that they're all driven by their emotions, however he's driven by logic. If everyone fought over territories and food, then someone would get hurt! They're all such animals. Also, he does the thing where he uses big words in order to appear scholarly and intelligent, but in reality, he doesn't know what they mean.

ʟɪᴋᴇs: long walks in the forest, laying in the sunlight on a lazy afternoon, contemplating the meaning of life


ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs: hotheads, cats that don't think before acting or speaking, indulgent 'fat-asses'


ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ

sʜᴏʀᴛ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: light chestnut brown tom with tabby stripes


ʟᴏɴɢ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: His base coat is a light chestnut brown. He has darker brown tabby stripes on his cheeks, arms, legs, back, and tail. There are distinct, dark, tabby markings on his face. His muzzle, eyebrow area, front and back toes, tummy and bottom-side of his tail are a lighter chestnut than his base coat. His emerald green eyes have a slight cynical twinkle to them.


ʙᴜɪʟᴅ: A little on the large side for an apprentice his age, he is modestly muscled as he enjoys running through the forest


ғᴜʀ: The brown tom's fur is of medium-long length and very soft as he grooms himself often.


ᴇʏᴇs: His emerald green eyes have a slight cynical twinkle to them.


ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ sᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ

“Nice catch!” Nightbolt chirrupped, gazing fondly at Flashpaw.

She merely grunted, burying the frog under some leaf litter. “Easy prey for a kit,” she growled. Obviously she was still miffed about the black tom’s comment from earlier. He rolled his eyes. Why couldn’t she just let it go already?

“Besides, I’m not your apprentice,” Flashpaw muttered, her tail lashing as she stalked past him. “So stop treating me like that, just because you have a warrior name and I don’t.”

Nightbolt blocked Flashpaw’s way. “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he meowed. “Excuse me? I was just praising your hunting skills, I wasn’t mocking you or anything!”

The silver she-cat glared up at him. “And I told you, it’s nothing to be praised for! A frog? Please, that’s the easiest prey to catch there is!” She lifted herself on her toes, narrowing her eyes. “Just because I’m a girl and an apprentice, does not mean you get to be condescending to me!” She lifted her tail in the air and stalked off, even more angry than before.

Nightbolt blinked in surprise and hurt. He really hadn’t been trying to do those things to her… Maybe she was just sensitive… or maybe she was just being a girl. He shrugged it off. It wasn’t his problem, anyway.
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