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[ Basic Info ]

Name: Stoatripple

• Prefix - Stoat | Named for his sleek appearance as a kit, of his resemblance to a snow ferret.

• Suffix - Ripple | In reference to his unwavering nature, his slow and calm personality and his tendency to bounce back, to act as if nothing has changed. i.e. the water's surface returning to normal

• Previous names - Stoatpaw.
• Nicknames - n/a.

Age: 24 moons (according to the age list whoops)

Gender: Biologically male.

Breed: Highlander (primary) x Snowshoe (secondary) x Ragamuffin x American shorthair

Birth season: Leaffall

Clan: DimClan

Position: Warrior

Apprentices/Mentor History:

Coraljaw | Mentor | dead

[ Personality ]

Reliable
Loyal
Teasing
Easily confused
Impressionable / trusts the best of cats
Self-conscious
Tendency to become jealous
Extremely devoted
Cautious
Holdes grudges / hard to regain favour
Irritable

[ Appearance ]

Stoatripple is a large behemoth of a cat with broad shoulders and thick forepaws. He has powerful haunches and thick, short cropped fur. He's majorly a dark grey with a paler undercoat along his neck fur, inner limbs, paws, and under tail and along his muzzle. The white reaches higher on one of his forepaws than the other. He has prominent blue eyes and heavy tufts of fur lining the inside of his ears. Darker flecks and tabby stripes mark his dark grey coating, some even flecking along his undercoat. He has a cursive symbolic heart marking on his left shoulder. He smells primarily of cobwebs and tiger lilies.

Voice: Bob Newhart (The Rescuers - Bernard)

[ Misc ]

Likes:

-Strawberries (scent)
-Being in physical contact with another cat that he trusts
-Summer rain
-C u d d l i n g
-Kits! ! !
Dislikes:
-Vanilla and pumpkin (scent)
-Marigold/dandelion puffs
-Pollen
-Honey
-Termites/bugs
-Autumn

Phobias:
-Phonophobia (loud noises), specifically the way other cats react to it

Theme song(s):
Cloves - Don't Forget About Me
Tall Heights - Spirit Cold

[ Romantic Information ]
Sexual orientation:
Demiromantic sex-indifferent asexual (no preference over gender of SO)
Slight inclination towards polyromantic/sexual.

Past Affections:
Daisyflow and Duskfern
Crush/mate:
Nope
Preferences
- Darker pelts, amber eyes
- A nice sense of humour
- Excitable cats
- Bossy / dominant cat in the relationship so long as they aren't *too* controlling
Dislikes
- White fur and blue eyes (typically together; slight aversion if separate)
- Someone who can't stand up for themselves
- Tsundere / cats who can't be upfront about who or what they want, who dance around problems

[ Kin ]
Mother:
Sharpcliff [solid brown]
Father:
Skydrop [silver and white tabby]
Brother(s):
Heathercloud [brown and white]
Sister(s):
Dewriver [solid silver]
Echofoot [calico tabby; cream, brown, grey, white tabby]
Extended Family:
Jayflare (dark grey with white paws), Talldapple (black and white); maternal aunts
Brindlebelly (dark grey tabby) x Morningaze (orange and white tabby); paternal uncle and his mate
Briarpaw (grey, brown, and white), Mothpaw (solid chocolate brown); paternal cousins
Cloverfeather (silver tabby) x Hollowtooth (black/white tuxedo); paternal grandparents
Snowbreeze (solid white) x Greenlark (dark brown tabby); maternal grandparents

[ History ]
[Before Birth]
His parents, truthfully, didn't interact for much of their youth. Skydrop and his brother, Brindlebelly, had long since been warriors by the time that Sharppaw, Jaypaw, and Tallpaw were apprentices. They rarely interacted aside from polite conversation and hadn't given each other much thought. Jaypaw, who had fashioned her image like that of their mother, Snowbreeze, and thought of herself as mature, so she often hung around the older warriors. Sharppaw was mad, believing that her sister had abandoned her. She takes to watching the warriors warily, thinking they have ill intent towards her sister. She had always been the moodier one with a sharper tongue so when she has enough of her sister always hanging out with the warriors, she confronts them and tells them to back down. Amused and endeared, Skydrop and his brother promised that they meant nothing towards her sister. Sated, Sharppaw left them be, although she was curious as to why her sister was so enamored with them. Skydrop, however, was amazed that such a small apprentice would be brave enough to tell a warrior to back off. Spending less time with Jaypaw, he spends it with the witty Sharppaw. Gradually, despite the significant gap in ages, they fall for each other. After Sharpcliff becomes a warrior, her and Skydrop become mates, despite Jayflare's insistence otherwise. She was found to be expecting kits not long after.

[After Birth]
( Kithood )
Stoatkit was born along with his litter mates, Heatherkit, Dewkit, and Echokit. At first, nothing had appeared to be wrong. He grew up with his siblings well enough for the first half moon - until his mother pulls him aside and to the medicine cats' den. There, he would later presume, his parents learned of his fate - he was born deaf, and would likely never gain his hearing. Sharpcliff was devastated, but hid her surprise well enough. Skydrop was easily disappointed, but didn't treat Stoatkit any less than his siblings. They still doted on all of them, and seemed to be a relatively happy family - his litter mates defended him tooth and nail, aside from Echokit, whom was his favourite sibling and whom he got along best with. He was still promised a rank as warrior apprentice, so long as he could hunt. Stoatkit looked forward to the day he became an apprentice, but he was wary, expecting that he wouldn't do too well. It was hard to keep his worry in check. Heatherkit hoped to console his brother and introduced him to the concept of moss ball and other games. Such games often included other cats and playing with his littermates got boring after so long so he gathered up his courage and interacted with the older and younger denmates. He was introduced to Snowkit and Maplekit, older and younger than him by a moon respectively, and the trio became an unwitting ensemble of kits.

( Apprenticeship )
Stoatkit would quietly admit to himself that some days he wished that he had been left to perish in snowfall or caught the Sickness so he wouldn't be such a burden on his friends or family, or even have him placed as a medicine cat apprentice. But he was set on growing up with his littermates, Snowkit and Maplekit and becoming the best warrior that he could be. Their apprenticeship came slowly on a calm morning. He was at first, ashamed, that a skilled warrior such as Coraljaw was gifted him as an apprentice - she was a remarkable warrior who could have been deputy if she wanted. She was patient but had the feel of a cat who was looking down upon you, and the feeling wasn't missed on him. He strived to prove her wrong, to make her proud of him despite his disability and lack of paw coordination. His determination steered him clear of his friends and kin except for on border patrol and when the duty called for it. He honed his skills in hunting and fighting as best as he could but always felt as though he severely lacked. Coraljaw seemed to disapprove of everything he did and finally called him out, demanding to know what he thought he was doing and why exactly he wanted to be a warrior. Flabbergasted he explained that the only option was for him to become a warrior - perhaps that was the wrong answer because Coraljaw refused to acknowledge him for a while, sending him off with other apprentices and older warriors to figure out what exactly his purpose was as a warrior. He gradually became aware of the concept of growing up and staying young in another sense - that just because he was training to become a warrior didn't mean that he had to grow up so fast, that everything was expected of him when it wasn't, that he still had room and time to grow before being named a warrior - that being a warrior and wanting to be one were two separate concepts. Coraljaw watched him, nudged him towards cats who once had the same problem. There was Daisyflow, a nice mellow she-cat with a loud laugh and affectionate remarks and Duskfern, a nice tom with a soft smile and kind eyes. He came to appreciate their company and they nudged him onto what Coraljaw was trying to teach him - that he had to become a warrior on his own terms and not because it was expected of him. No longer under Coraljaw's guidance, Stoatpaw looked for his own reasons to becoming a warrior, and gradually he came to terms with it. Only then did his performance improve and his true skills shine through - he could tell Coraljaw had become pleased with his work and although he was moons later than cats his own age, he made real progress to his goal of becoming a warrior.

( Warrior Days )
[Early Warrior Days]
Although his apprenticeship had taken many moons from him, more than his kin and kit hood friends at any rate, he still graduated with his own warrior name of Stoatripple. Coraljaw congratulated him, pleased with the efforts he finally put forth and he became elated at how those he thought had forgotten him had cheered him on. Even his own littermates, whom he had slightly resented from kit hood due to their differences, wished him luck. But as the moons came on, he became aware of how he had pushed other cats away during his apprenticeship, determined to make a name for himself. Ashamed, he expressed this worry to his good friends, Duskfern and Daisyflow, who ended up chiding him. Duskfern was more sympathetic, more of a somber kind of fellow and told him to try to rebuild those bonds, whereas Daisyflow suggested that he make new friends. Anxious by this turn of events, he decided to settle with the friends and kin he had now. But as a few moons passed he became aware of how he was acting as a third-wheel for his friends whom had finally expressed an interest in each other. Confused at this turn of events, he became aware of his own feelings for the pair, despite how platonic their own feelings were towards him and the age difference of surplus seven moons. Cautiously, he expressed this sentiment to his sister, Echofoot, whom he had grown close to. She was horribly confused, alarmed that any cat could express interest in both sexes and two at the same time, but she tried her best and deflected the question and told him to confront his friends. Deciding against it, he instead told the pair that he needed time away from them to sort out his feelings, to gather himself and become independent without them. They were all too willing and agreed, although Daisyflow was sad to see him go.

Growing apart of Daisyflow and Duskfern was hard for him - once he had grown used to their presence it was all he was aware of. Trying to shut out the feelings, he made sure to suggest himself for some patrols and become as independent as possible. It took a while for him to rebuild a relationship with his kin again, especially because Heathercloud had a tendency to coddle him and Dewriver was determined to distance herself from him. His parents were easier to get along with - they were proud of his achievements and how far he had come in his life. He felt as if some weight was lifted from his shoulders - his parents' approval mattered a lot to him, and the way they smiled and encouraged him despite everything, despite his flaws, made him aware of how loved he was. Newly determined, he introduced himself to more cats, namely a trio of kithood friends, Dovetail, Creekflake, and Briarwing. It was hard to integrate himself into their folds but they accepted him on their patrols when the time came for it. He was freshly separated from the patrol when he came across a tom from ChimeClan, Kestrelshade, who deemed fit to wander onto DimClan territory and nap there. Confused and stricken over this strange cat, they struck up an unlikely friendship - with some confusing feelings thrown in, feelings that he wanted to forget - before Stoatripple begged him to go on his way, afraid that a DimClan patrol would catch him sometime soon. Confused by the encounter, Stoatripple tried to go about his business from then on out but during a particularly bad day when the storms were awful, he slipped on SaltClan territory, encountering Berrystar who was more than accommodating and accepting his lack of coordination and unease and slippery conditions for the trespass. Since then, he had been intrigued by the SaltClan leader, wondering what she was like but instead kept his inquiries down, not wanting to twist his loyalties with friendships with another Clan more than he already has.

Of course, things never went right for him. Wanting to clear his head from these intruding thoughts, he convinced himself to go check out the ruins of the human place that were being whispered of in his Clan. There he met Finchsong - someone that he wasn't sure that he entirely liked - namely because he figured he misread her lips and gestures and not wanting to reveal that he was deaf, didn't admit to his flaws -, but an earthquake forced them to cooperate together to scramble out of the ruins. Begrudgingly, he admitted that Finchsong wasn't such a bad cat and that although he wouldn't be inclined to wanting to see her anytime soon, it wouldn't be terrible to see her again. Then, a moon or two later, he quite literally bumped into his old childhood friend - Maplelily, who was still the familiar short height and sharp tongue that he remembered. Pleased to see that they had barely changed, he was quick to strike up a friendship with them, all too happy that they seemed to share the same sentiment. Although he wondered about them some days ... Not long after, he actually managed to introduce himself to Doepaw, Maplelily's apprentice, when she had bounced onto him for apprenticeship practice without him knowing - which, admittedly, wasn't too hard to do. Concerned for when she hit her head, he struck up a conversation with her, unknowingly striking up an unlikely friendship with the young she-cat.

[ . . . ? ]

|Just met
|Curious about
|Possible Friend
|Acquaintance
|Getting to know
|Friend
|Good friend
|Great friend
|Best friend
|Small crush
|Average crush
|Large crush
|Love
|Annoyance
|Dislike
|Hate
|Anxious around
|Slightly scared of
|Fears
|Unknown kin
|Known kin
|Be-friended/loved kin
|Looks up to
|Role-model
|Wants to follow in steps
|Like Family
|Apprentice
|Mentor

Name | rper | dots | thoughts

NPCs
Daisyflow | Duskfern - DimClan -
Coraljaw - DimClan -
Sharpcliff | Skydrop - DimClan -
Heathercloud - DimClan -
Dewriver - DimClan -
Echofoot - DimClan -
Dovetail | Briarwing | Creekflake - DimClan -

DimClan
Maplelily - XWilted--RoseX -
Snowstorm - XWilted--RoseX -
Doestrike - frostlie -

LucentClan
Kestrelshade - Tangleoflies -
ChimeClan
Finchsong - SizzCake -

SaltClan
Berrystar - Leafia-The-Tactician -

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Stoatripple shook the late springtime rain from his whiskers, breathing in the small puffs of moisture. it chilled his throat and made the back of his nose ache. The chill made his joints weary, less stable, so he's drawn his shoulders in and huddled away from the cold. Despite summer being just around the corner, this early morning's rain proved quite cold. Shaking out his thick fur, he flicks his ears, deciding that if he wanted to go on a quick stroll before he was assigned his duties for the day, he'd best get a move on. Heaving his broad weight onto his thick paws, he makes a move to lumber towards the others. Perhaps he had rounded the corner of the warrens' den too quickly, or had misstepped or simply had been unaware - whatever the case, he had clipped shoulders with another warrior. Tossing his head back, he catches a glimpse of familiar curved back ears, of a white and dappled pelt. Stoatripple blinks, clearly and evidently startled but he only flicks his ears - good use that would do him - and tucks his chin politely. "I am sorry," he says, "I hadn't meant to bump into you." He is subconsciously aware of how his voice must sound - clipped and odd, raising and falling by degrees, the pitch not once remaining right. Such was the way of a deaf cat such as he. He is still muttering apologies, half whispered - or so he hopes - when he feels the eyes of the other cat on him.

Description

(10/3/16) Edited picture
(6/3/16) Edited relationships.
(2/1/17) Updated picture and information

Shards +100 +?

[ Basic Info ]

Name: Stoatripple

• Prefix - Stoat | Named for his sleek appearance as a kit, of his resemblance to a snow ferret.

• Suffix - Ripple | In reference to his unwavering nature, his slow and calm personality and his tendency to bounce back, to act as if nothing has changed. i.e. the water's surface returning to normal

• Previous names - Stoatpaw.
• Nicknames - n/a.

Age: 24 moons (according to the age list whoops)

Gender: Biologically male.

Breed: Highlander (primary) x Snowshoe (secondary) x Ragamuffin x American shorthair

Birth season: Leaffall

Clan: DimClan

Position: Warrior

Apprentices/Mentor History:

Coraljaw | Mentor | dead

[ Personality ]

Reliable
Loyal
Teasing
Easily confused
Impressionable / trusts the best of cats
Self-conscious
Tendency to become jealous
Extremely devoted
Cautious
Holdes grudges / hard to regain favour
Irritable

[ Appearance ]

Stoatripple is a large behemoth of a cat with broad shoulders and thick forepaws. He has powerful haunches and thick, short cropped fur. He's majorly a dark grey with a paler undercoat along his neck fur, inner limbs, paws, and under tail and along his muzzle. The white reaches higher on one of his forepaws than the other. He has prominent blue eyes and heavy tufts of fur lining the inside of his ears. Darker flecks and tabby stripes mark his dark grey coating, some even flecking along his undercoat. He has a cursive symbolic heart marking on his left shoulder. He smells primarily of cobwebs and tiger lilies.

Voice: Bob Newhart (The Rescuers - Bernard)

[ Misc ]

Likes:

-Strawberries (scent)
-Being in physical contact with another cat that he trusts
-Summer rain
-C u d d l i n g
-Kits! ! !
Dislikes:
-Vanilla and pumpkin (scent)
-Marigold/dandelion puffs
-Pollen
-Honey
-Termites/bugs
-Autumn

Phobias:
-Phonophobia (loud noises), specifically the way other cats react to it

Theme song(s):
Cloves - Don't Forget About Me
Tall Heights - Spirit Cold

[ Romantic Information ]
Sexual orientation:
Demiromantic sex-indifferent asexual (no preference over gender of SO)
Slight inclination towards polyromantic/sexual.

Past Affections:
Daisyflow and Duskfern
Crush/mate:
Nope
Preferences
- Darker pelts, amber eyes
- A nice sense of humour
- Excitable cats
- Bossy / dominant cat in the relationship so long as they aren't *too* controlling
Dislikes
- White fur and blue eyes (typically together; slight aversion if separate)
- Someone who can't stand up for themselves
- Tsundere / cats who can't be upfront about who or what they want, who dance around problems

[ Kin ]
Mother:
Sharpcliff [solid brown]
Father:
Skydrop [silver and white tabby]
Brother(s):
Heathercloud [brown and white]
Sister(s):
Dewriver [solid silver]
Echofoot [calico tabby; cream, brown, grey, white tabby]
Extended Family:
Jayflare (dark grey with white paws), Talldapple (black and white); maternal aunts
Brindlebelly (dark grey tabby) x Morningaze (orange and white tabby); paternal uncle and his mate
Briarpaw (grey, brown, and white), Mothpaw (solid chocolate brown); paternal cousins
Cloverfeather (silver tabby) x Hollowtooth (black/white tuxedo); paternal grandparents
Snowbreeze (solid white) x Greenlark (dark brown tabby); maternal grandparents

[ History ]
[Before Birth]
His parents, truthfully, didn't interact for much of their youth. Skydrop and his brother, Brindlebelly, had long since been warriors by the time that Sharppaw, Jaypaw, and Tallpaw were apprentices. They rarely interacted aside from polite conversation and hadn't given each other much thought. Jaypaw, who had fashioned her image like that of their mother, Snowbreeze, and thought of herself as mature, so she often hung around the older warriors. Sharppaw was mad, believing that her sister had abandoned her. She takes to watching the warriors warily, thinking they have ill intent towards her sister. She had always been the moodier one with a sharper tongue so when she has enough of her sister always hanging out with the warriors, she confronts them and tells them to back down. Amused and endeared, Skydrop and his brother promised that they meant nothing towards her sister. Sated, Sharppaw left them be, although she was curious as to why her sister was so enamored with them. Skydrop, however, was amazed that such a small apprentice would be brave enough to tell a warrior to back off. Spending less time with Jaypaw, he spends it with the witty Sharppaw. Gradually, despite the significant gap in ages, they fall for each other. After Sharpcliff becomes a warrior, her and Skydrop become mates, despite Jayflare's insistence otherwise. She was found to be expecting kits not long after.

[After Birth]
( Kithood )
Stoatkit was born along with his litter mates, Heatherkit, Dewkit, and Echokit. At first, nothing had appeared to be wrong. He grew up with his siblings well enough for the first half moon - until his mother pulls him aside and to the medicine cats' den. There, he would later presume, his parents learned of his fate - he was born deaf, and would likely never gain his hearing. Sharpcliff was devastated, but hid her surprise well enough. Skydrop was easily disappointed, but didn't treat Stoatkit any less than his siblings. They still doted on all of them, and seemed to be a relatively happy family - his litter mates defended him tooth and nail, aside from Echokit, whom was his favourite sibling and whom he got along best with. He was still promised a rank as warrior apprentice, so long as he could hunt. Stoatkit looked forward to the day he became an apprentice, but he was wary, expecting that he wouldn't do too well. It was hard to keep his worry in check. Heatherkit hoped to console his brother and introduced him to the concept of moss ball and other games. Such games often included other cats and playing with his littermates got boring after so long so he gathered up his courage and interacted with the older and younger denmates. He was introduced to Snowkit and Maplekit, older and younger than him by a moon respectively, and the trio became an unwitting ensemble of kits.

( Apprenticeship )
Stoatkit would quietly admit to himself that some days he wished that he had been left to perish in snowfall or caught the Sickness so he wouldn't be such a burden on his friends or family, or even have him placed as a medicine cat apprentice. But he was set on growing up with his littermates, Snowkit and Maplekit and becoming the best warrior that he could be. Their apprenticeship came slowly on a calm morning. He was at first, ashamed, that a skilled warrior such as Coraljaw was gifted him as an apprentice - she was a remarkable warrior who could have been deputy if she wanted. She was patient but had the feel of a cat who was looking down upon you, and the feeling wasn't missed on him. He strived to prove her wrong, to make her proud of him despite his disability and lack of paw coordination. His determination steered him clear of his friends and kin except for on border patrol and when the duty called for it. He honed his skills in hunting and fighting as best as he could but always felt as though he severely lacked. Coraljaw seemed to disapprove of everything he did and finally called him out, demanding to know what he thought he was doing and why exactly he wanted to be a warrior. Flabbergasted he explained that the only option was for him to become a warrior - perhaps that was the wrong answer because Coraljaw refused to acknowledge him for a while, sending him off with other apprentices and older warriors to figure out what exactly his purpose was as a warrior. He gradually became aware of the concept of growing up and staying young in another sense - that just because he was training to become a warrior didn't mean that he had to grow up so fast, that everything was expected of him when it wasn't, that he still had room and time to grow before being named a warrior - that being a warrior and wanting to be one were two separate concepts. Coraljaw watched him, nudged him towards cats who once had the same problem. There was Daisyflow, a nice mellow she-cat with a loud laugh and affectionate remarks and Duskfern, a nice tom with a soft smile and kind eyes. He came to appreciate their company and they nudged him onto what Coraljaw was trying to teach him - that he had to become a warrior on his own terms and not because it was expected of him. No longer under Coraljaw's guidance, Stoatpaw looked for his own reasons to becoming a warrior, and gradually he came to terms with it. Only then did his performance improve and his true skills shine through - he could tell Coraljaw had become pleased with his work and although he was moons later than cats his own age, he made real progress to his goal of becoming a warrior.

( Warrior Days )
[Early Warrior Days]
Although his apprenticeship had taken many moons from him, more than his kin and kit hood friends at any rate, he still graduated with his own warrior name of Stoatripple. Coraljaw congratulated him, pleased with the efforts he finally put forth and he became elated at how those he thought had forgotten him had cheered him on. Even his own littermates, whom he had slightly resented from kit hood due to their differences, wished him luck. But as the moons came on, he became aware of how he had pushed other cats away during his apprenticeship, determined to make a name for himself. Ashamed, he expressed this worry to his good friends, Duskfern and Daisyflow, who ended up chiding him. Duskfern was more sympathetic, more of a somber kind of fellow and told him to try to rebuild those bonds, whereas Daisyflow suggested that he make new friends. Anxious by this turn of events, he decided to settle with the friends and kin he had now. But as a few moons passed he became aware of how he was acting as a third-wheel for his friends whom had finally expressed an interest in each other. Confused at this turn of events, he became aware of his own feelings for the pair, despite how platonic their own feelings were towards him and the age difference of surplus seven moons. Cautiously, he expressed this sentiment to his sister, Echofoot, whom he had grown close to. She was horribly confused, alarmed that any cat could express interest in both sexes and two at the same time, but she tried her best and deflected the question and told him to confront his friends. Deciding against it, he instead told the pair that he needed time away from them to sort out his feelings, to gather himself and become independent without them. They were all too willing and agreed, although Daisyflow was sad to see him go.

Growing apart of Daisyflow and Duskfern was hard for him - once he had grown used to their presence it was all he was aware of. Trying to shut out the feelings, he made sure to suggest himself for some patrols and become as independent as possible. It took a while for him to rebuild a relationship with his kin again, especially because Heathercloud had a tendency to coddle him and Dewriver was determined to distance herself from him. His parents were easier to get along with - they were proud of his achievements and how far he had come in his life. He felt as if some weight was lifted from his shoulders - his parents' approval mattered a lot to him, and the way they smiled and encouraged him despite everything, despite his flaws, made him aware of how loved he was. Newly determined, he introduced himself to more cats, namely a trio of kithood friends, Dovetail, Creekflake, and Briarwing. It was hard to integrate himself into their folds but they accepted him on their patrols when the time came for it. He was freshly separated from the patrol when he came across a tom from ChimeClan, Kestrelshade, who deemed fit to wander onto DimClan territory and nap there. Confused and stricken over this strange cat, they struck up an unlikely friendship - with some confusing feelings thrown in, feelings that he wanted to forget - before Stoatripple begged him to go on his way, afraid that a DimClan patrol would catch him sometime soon. Confused by the encounter, Stoatripple tried to go about his business from then on out but during a particularly bad day when the storms were awful, he slipped on SaltClan territory, encountering Berrystar who was more than accommodating and accepting his lack of coordination and unease and slippery conditions for the trespass. Since then, he had been intrigued by the SaltClan leader, wondering what she was like but instead kept his inquiries down, not wanting to twist his loyalties with friendships with another Clan more than he already has.

Of course, things never went right for him. Wanting to clear his head from these intruding thoughts, he convinced himself to go check out the ruins of the human place that were being whispered of in his Clan. There he met Finchsong - someone that he wasn't sure that he entirely liked - namely because he figured he misread her lips and gestures and not wanting to reveal that he was deaf, didn't admit to his flaws -, but an earthquake forced them to cooperate together to scramble out of the ruins. Begrudgingly, he admitted that Finchsong wasn't such a bad cat and that although he wouldn't be inclined to wanting to see her anytime soon, it wouldn't be terrible to see her again. Then, a moon or two later, he quite literally bumped into his old childhood friend - Maplelily, who was still the familiar short height and sharp tongue that he remembered. Pleased to see that they had barely changed, he was quick to strike up a friendship with them, all too happy that they seemed to share the same sentiment. Although he wondered about them some days ... Not long after, he actually managed to introduce himself to Doepaw, Maplelily's apprentice, when she had bounced onto him for apprenticeship practice without him knowing - which, admittedly, wasn't too hard to do. Concerned for when she hit her head, he struck up a conversation with her, unknowingly striking up an unlikely friendship with the young she-cat.

[ . . . ? ]

|Just met
|Curious about
|Possible Friend
|Acquaintance
|Getting to know
|Friend
|Good friend
|Great friend
|Best friend
|Small crush
|Average crush
|Large crush
|Love
|Annoyance
|Dislike
|Hate
|Anxious around
|Slightly scared of
|Fears
|Unknown kin
|Known kin
|Be-friended/loved kin
|Looks up to
|Role-model
|Wants to follow in steps
|Like Family
|Apprentice
|Mentor

Name | rper | dots | thoughts

NPCs
Daisyflow | Duskfern - DimClan -
Coraljaw - DimClan -
Sharpcliff | Skydrop - DimClan -
Heathercloud - DimClan -
Dewriver - DimClan -
Echofoot - DimClan -
Dovetail | Briarwing | Creekflake - DimClan -

DimClan
Maplelily - XWilted--RoseX -
Snowstorm - XWilted--RoseX -
Doestrike - frostlie -

LucentClan
Kestrelshade - Tangleoflies -
ChimeClan
Finchsong - SizzCake -

SaltClan
Berrystar - Leafia-The-Tactician -

Status: Available 24/7

Timezone: Central

RP TRACKER: fav.me/da3akg2

Availability

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RP Example:
Stoatripple shook the late springtime rain from his whiskers, breathing in the small puffs of moisture. it chilled his throat and made the back of his nose ache. The chill made his joints weary, less stable, so he's drawn his shoulders in and huddled away from the cold. Despite summer being just around the corner, this early morning's rain proved quite cold. Shaking out his thick fur, he flicks his ears, deciding that if he wanted to go on a quick stroll before he was assigned his duties for the day, he'd best get a move on. Heaving his broad weight onto his thick paws, he makes a move to lumber towards the others. Perhaps he had rounded the corner of the warrens' den too quickly, or had misstepped or simply had been unaware - whatever the case, he had clipped shoulders with another warrior. Tossing his head back, he catches a glimpse of familiar curved back ears, of a white and dappled pelt. Stoatripple blinks, clearly and evidently startled but he only flicks his ears - good use that would do him - and tucks his chin politely. "I am sorry," he says, "I hadn't meant to bump into you." He is subconsciously aware of how his voice must sound - clipped and odd, raising and falling by degrees, the pitch not once remaining right. Such was the way of a deaf cat such as he. He is still muttering apologies, half whispered - or so he hopes - when he feels the eyes of the other cat on him.