Chirppaw, Apprentice of WillowClan

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ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Chirppaw

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Tom

ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Pansexual

ᴀɢᴇ: 6 moons

ʀᴀɴᴋ: Apprentice


ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Surprisingly, Chirppaw was not born in WillowClan. He was born on a cold leafbares night in the safety of FogClans camp, alongside his older brother. His brother was named Pinekit, due to his brown fur similar to Larkface, there mother and when it came to naming him, she was unsure of what to name him at first. He suddenly let out a small wail, though it sounded like a chirp, and Larkface took this as a sign, naming him Chirpkit. Their mother was proud to bare two healthy kits for her Clan, though suspicion rose when none of the toms stepped forward to claim the kits as their own. What they didn't know was that the father was Blizzardstorm, a mighty WillowClan warrior. No one was bold enough to outwardly point out the absence of the father, though there were a few whispers and snarky replies here and there. Larkface saw her son Chirpkit as perfect, and often spoiled him in treats and attention. It changed when the time came for Chirpkit and his brother to open their eyes however. While Pinekit's eyes were a pale amber, resembling his fathers, Chirpkit's were a horrifying red. Larkface had never seen a cat with red eyes before, and consulted with the medicine cat, thinking he was sick. At first the medicine cat was unsure, though Chirpkit seemed to be perfectly normal and shrugged it off. Larkface didn't take it so easy however, claiming her son now to be 'imperfect', and ugly.

In his kithood Larkface slowly stopped giving him attention, getting to the point of ignoring Chirpkit or brushing him off. Larkfaces attitude rubbed off on Pinekit, and soon his brother turned to calling him names and teasing him about his eyes. The other kits refused to play with him too, as Pinekit had made up all sorts of lies about him and how he was to weird.It hurt Chirpkit at first to be excluded, though eventually he didn't seem to mind it. He took to being alone rather nicely, and often enjoyed perching up on one of the boulders of the camp, watching the birds hop about and singing. It intriqued him, and as no bird dared to enter FogClan camp, so Chirpkit had decided to go to the birds instead. One early morning Chirpkit managed to sneak out and look at the birds up close. He met a funny bird that he didn't recognize before, it was black and made weird caw noises. It was small and seemed to be rather young, and while it was wary of Chirpkit at first the bird and him had a friendly game of chasing eachother around. Eventually a patrol found him after being missing for so long, and was brought back to camp. He got a harsh scolding from his mother, however Chirpkit lashed back, resulting in his mother calling him the spawn of the darkforest, and in her rage had accidently slipped out who their real father was.

The Clan was shocked, and the leader was enraged. Before anyone could say anything, a WillowClan patrol had barged into camp, with Blizzardstorm in the lead. The cats were surprised, and Blizzardstorm demanded that Larkfaces kits belonged in WillowClan, and was going to take them to live with WillowClan. While the kits were half-Clan the FogClan leader didn't want to give up healthy kits so easily, though after some persuading the leader gave them up, not wanting to start a war. Larkface was devastated, of course not for losing Chirpkit but for losing Pinekit. It took her a lot of convincing, though eventually the FogClan warriors managed to grasp the two kits away from their mother, taking them to WillowClan. Only a few days later she had fallen ill, and passed away.

At first it was weird for Chirpkit to be in a completely new envrioment, though eventually he took to the WillowClan cats. Some gave him confused stares and commented on his eyes, which would often irritate him. Blizzardstorm was a much better parent to Chirpkit then what Larkface was, at first Chirpkit was actually scared of Blizzardstorm. He heard stories of how ruthless and strong he was in battle, and while his father could often be a bit stoic, he cared for his kits deeply. Chirpkit enjoyed being taught simple battle tactics and hunting moves by his father, though a moon later being in WillowClan Pinekit had developed greencough, and passed away. Blizzardstorm mourned for his son, and while Chirpkit wasn't that close ot his brother he did feel sad, and a bit guilty that they hadn't been close. Only a moon later Blizzardstorm was killed in battle leaving Chirpkit alone. Now with no family, Chirpkit felt saddened, though a WillowClan cat, Blazeheart had taken pity on the young kit. They grew to being friends, and Chirpkit started to follow around Blazeheart wherever they would go. Chirpkit greatly admired the ginger cat, and wanted to be just like them.

Old enough for his apprentice ceremony, Chirpkit, now Chirpaw was given Blazeheart as his mentor. Chirpaw was overjoyed at this, and promised to be the best apprentice he could to Blazeheart.



ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ: Blazeheart

ᴄʀᴜsʜ: N/A

ᴍᴀᴛᴇ: N/A

ᴋɪᴛs: N/A

ᴋɪɴ: Blizzardstorm [Deceased]
Larkface [Deceased]
Pinepaw [Deceased]

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
[ Good Natured | Patient | Responsible | Charming | Caring | Easily Flustered | Humble | Moralistic | Sarcastic | Protective | Stern ]

[ Good Natured ]
Chirpaw is often known for his easy going and caring disposition - though some cats may see it as a weakness in him. While Chirpaw does not like to see trespassers on WillowClan territory and will fight them with his life if he had to, often times he rather gives them a harsh warning and sends them on their way, of course if they don't attack him first. He is supportive and comforting to his Clan-mates, and hates to see them upset

[ Patient ]
Chirpaw is an extremely patient cat, he could wait a whole day just to catch a small mouse. When told to wait somewhere he will wait, until the cat returns, wether they be minutes or hours. Due to his patience it is hard to get him angry, and generally rarely ever gets mad at all

[ Responsible ]
While young, Chirpaw already understands the responsibilities of Clan life and can is quite a trust worthy cat. When proclaimed a task he does it efficently as possible, without playing around and is rather serious about his training

[ Charming ]
While this trait may be a bit oblivious to the tom himself, he is actually quite a charming cat and may often come off as a little bit flirtatious, though these aren't his intentions at all. Chirpaw is quite the gentleman and is all for being chivalrous to she-cats and toms alike

[ Caring ]
Due to his protective personality combined with his easy-going-ness, Chirpaw is a very caring tom and often treats anyone younger - or even older - than himself with care and will make sure that each cat won't overwork themselves and can take time off for themselves as the white feline knows how important personal relationships are to being in a Clan. This also makes him rather affectionate, though generally this is in more of a platonic way but can often be mistaken for him trying to get closer with a cat in a romantic light

[ Easily Flustered ]
Chirpaw isn't very good with the ladies and toms and is very easily flustered by flirtatious personalities. This trait also makes him rather bashful and if given too many compliments at a time, he can begin to grow flush and dispute everything told to him - he just doesn't know how to take compliments well. When around a particularly flirtatious cat, the large, strong Chirpaw becomes very awkward and commonly will begin to try to keep his space to respect the others space [whether they want said space or not], blush profusely, and stutter and fumble with his words

[ Humble ]
Sometimes Chirpaw has a hard time accepting compliments if he doesn't feel they were deserved. This isn't to be mistaken for him trying to be a compliment seeker, no, he just doesn't feel such words aren't needed as he is mostly just your average tom doing what any other Clan cat would do. To him, having an inflated ego would mean nothing but trouble and he's honestly quite content with where he's at

[ Moralistic ]
Chirppaw greatly believes in the warrior code and to not kill other cats. If he sees a cat hurt, wether it be from a enemy Clan or not he will attempt to help the cat, as he sees its the right thing to do. He dislikes cats that lie and manipulate others, as he sees that it is wrong

[ Sarcastic ]
Chirpaw is rather sarcastic, especially if he dislikes you, though often even with friends a sarcastic remark could slip out of his mouth. Occasionally it might hurt a cats feelings on what he said, though he'll quickly apologize and make up for it

[ Protective ]
Chirpaw is rather protective of his Clan and especially of those he grows close to - almost to the point where he can seem a bit overbearing. Many a time when he has nothing to do, you can find the WillowClan apprentice sitting up on his perch keeping a watchful eye over his Clan to ensure there is nothing going on behind his back

[ Stern ]
Despite his often cheery and joking nature, Chirpaw tends to strongly follow the rules so long as there is a justified reason for them being in that place. Now he is not one to avoid reasonings for breaking certain rules, it would have to take quite a good excuse for doing so

ʟɪᴋᴇs:
Swimming, watching birds, quiet places, cold weather, shiny things, feathers, cuddling, sparring, doing small tasks or jobs around the camp for his Clan, listening to stories

ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs
Cats that tease him about his eyes, hot weather, worms, kits, large crowds, disrespectful cats, cats who break the warrior code

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
sʜᴏʀᴛ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Large fluffy white tom with pale red eyes

ʟᴏɴɢ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: While only fresh out the nursery, Chirppaw is growing to be quite a large cat. He is already a ear tip taller then the apprentinces that are a couple of moons older then him, and continues to grow. While he may look a bit chubby due to his soft, thick fur hiding underneath all that fluff is pure muscle and power. His legs are slightly longer then the average cat and his paws are large and strong. His tail is extremely bushy and fluffy. His pelt is a pure snowy white, and his eyes are an unusual pale red

ʙᴜɪʟᴅ: Large and muscular, Chirppaw is already rather strong though rather a bit clumsy on those big paws. He'll eventually grow out of it when he gets older though

ғᴜʀ: Long and thick, when touched it feels as soft as a feather. Rarely ever messy, as he grooms his fur several times daily giving it a slightly glossy look

ᴇʏᴇs: A odd pale red color, though he often dislikes cats commenting about his eyes

ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ sᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ
(I'm rlly lazy so I'm just gonna post a roleplay sample I've already done before I hope its ok ;w;)

The sun peeked in through the entrance of the den, hitting the dark warrior's face and warming him despite the freezing weather. Slowly, his brilliant emerald eyes opened, squinting slightly in the sun. A soft sigh escaped the warrior, the wind cold on his tongue as he watched his breath fog up like steam. The warrior slowly sat up, for sometimes his fur would stick to the moss in the cold weather, and he didn't want to yank out a good patch of it. He had learned his lesson on this at a much younger age, and he had to walk around in shame with half his fur missing.

Only after he was sure that he wouldn't stick to the cold ground did he roll to his paws nimbly. A last glance was given to the warm sanctuary of the dens before he is out in the cold. He had grown his whole life here, but at times the temperature could drop so low even he would shiver. However, it wasn't his job to worry about himself, but his clan. A glance at the fresh-kill pile told him it was dangerously low, and his mouth curled in displeasure. The apprentices and elders would need to eat soon, they weren't as used to the weather as the warriors were. As soon as Leaf-Bare got worse, they'd begin to freeze.

Perhaps he'd take Snowpaw hunting. She'd been with him for four moons now, and while she was becoming better, they still had work to do out on the ice. She wasn't as steady footed as she should be, and while he doubted the presence of any other clan out there, he didn't want her to fall victim to a polar bear. They were dangerous, could wipe out a whole clan. They'd spent many moons back tracking and concealing scents so the bears wouldn't find their camp. Yet, Snowpaw had been coming along well, he couldn't be prouder of his apprentice.

Walking across the snow covered ground, he headed towards the apprentice's den, stopping outside the entrance and soon spotting the sleeping form of his apprentice. "Snowpaw," he whispers, gently prodding her with his paw so he didn't wake up the rest of the young apprentices.

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