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Reuploaded from my other account.

Name: Ivy -> Whitepaw
Age: 6 moons.
Gender: Tom
Breed: Cyprus (75%) x Arabian Mau (20%) x American Polydactyl (5%)
Rank: Apprentice
Stats: Hunting: 2/25
Endurance: 1/25
Battle skills: 2/25
Speed: 3/25
Tactics: 1/25
Jumping: 3/25
Points: [12]
Clan/Affiliation: Kittypet --> SkyClan
Join Date | Reason: Cycle 2 Moon 1 | Just recently, Whitepaw had approached Skystar on the matter of joining their Clan. He had done it to escape the constant teasing of the other cats for his albinism and for protection, because he would often get into trouble and would be threatened as a result of it. He is still wary about his choice of joining SkyClan, however.
Points Earned: 12 points
Points Balance: 0 pts

Personality: [Flirtatious | Clumsy | Cowardly | Lonely | Curious]
[Flirtatious]
Whitepaw has always known that others need something to smile about, and he will go to great lengths to make a she-cat or tom swoon, even if it is to cheer them up. Besides, he's always figured that everybody needs a little bit of love, and although he had received lots of love as a kittypet, he realized it was different than being in love and being loved in return. He only wants others to feel that warmth and if he finds his special someone by flirting with them, well, he would consider it a cause for celebration. He only dotes on a cat one - in rare case, more than one - at a time and tries to make them feel as special as they truly are.
[Clumsy]
Whitepaw has two left paws when it comes to everyday skills such as hunting and fighting - let alone walking, because even then, he walks with a sway that would normally cause somebody to trip. He's not the best well-coordinated cat in SkyClan, but he tries to make it up in jumping instead. Besides, maybe one day he can walk without tripping ever denlength or bumping into someone.
[Cowardly]
Even though he had been teased as a kit, they had never pushed him into a real fight, and as such would rather back down from the challenge without a second thought. Perhaps it's the fear of a kittypet still lingering?.
[Lonely]
Whitepaw has only ever had one true friend and even then, that friend left him too. Although he's usually upbeat and chipper about any situation, he feigns that being alone is fine with him - when it isn't. When all you ever had was your kin and the friend who left you, it would be hard trying to step back into society and welcome some new cats into his inner circle as true friends.
[Curious]
He is the sort to stick his head right into a fox's den when he's told a fox is inside, wondering what it could look like. Oftentimes, his curiosity gets him into trouble and even causes others damage. He will not relent from his constant pestering of the poor cat, either, until his curiosity has been sated.

History: Once upon a time ... Ivy was born as a weak, frail, and sickly tom to Sage, his mother of kittypet descent. Ivy had been Sage's firstborn son and she constantly worried about him, fussing about everything he did and everywhere he went, as Ivy had been the sole survivor of her litter. Ivy had been raised by Sage's twolegs as a kittypet and adorned a purple collar but would often wander the yard when he could, as due to his genetic condition of albinism he would get sick so often that it was rare when he wasn't sick. Ivy did not let his sickness bother him and one day, while he perched himself out of the house, he noticed a black and white tom along his fence. The tom had introduced himself as Jamie and had intended to see Sage. Ivy, although suspicious, let him through and after Sage explained that Ivy was her son, Jamie seemed particularly startled. Sage introduced them as father and son and gradually Ivy grew attached to his father and eventually found out that he had two older half-siblings, Sweetie and June. One day, Jamie had taken him to visit his sisters.

Ivy quickly learned that one of his older sisters, June had been born deaf and quickly they formed a bond. Ivy did not question his other sister's resentment towards him, either. Sweetie was the only one that could keep watch over the two while their father was away. Although their visits were often short-lived and heart wrenching when he was torn from June, he eventually learned to cope with it. Due to the abnormal genetic condition, the local kittypets deemed fit to pester and bother him, and although Ivy tried to fend them off, he found no way to successfully do that. Once, while he ran from his tormentors, he chanced upon a black tom who introduced himself as Sparta who, like the others, initially hated Ivy for his absurd condition. However, once the albino had started coughing, Sparta felt a change and reclined from his original harsh intentions and resorted to a rocky friendship with the tom.

Although the teasing did not stop, Ivy was simply glad that he had found a friend in somebody and confided in his mother about it. It was not long before the local kittypets had caught wind of Clans that had wound it's way in the local forest. Ivy had not learned of their existence until Sparta had joked about joining them, before adding that they ate cat bones, and if they hadn't, he would have joined them already. Ivy shocked and startled by this turn of events resorting to sneaking around and observing the Clans and decided, warily, that they would be a nice form of protection for him. With the thought of the Clans in mind, he returned to his owners and thought about this development. He dismissed this thought and continued to spend his time with Sparta, of whom he vaguely deciphered as having an unnatural attraction towards. When news of the Clans looking for new members reaching Ivy he finally yielded and went to talk with Sparta about it.

Sparta was not pleased, not in the slightest, at this new development. He claimed that they were vicious and monsters and shouldn't be trusted, and that Sparta could offer more protection than one of the Clans, and continued on his tirade until Ivy yielded and withdrew his proposal of them joining one of the Clans. The thought never left Ivy, though, and he often did not sleep well because of the regret that was building. Finally, he decided that he would find out where he would belong. He confronted Sparta once more, but this time with a declaration of attraction towards the tom. Flabbergasted, horrified, and disgusted, Sparta recoiled from Ivy - and their friendship and warded the albino away, not bothering to reach out when Ivy had a coughing fit. Feeling sick and weary, Ivy turned to his mother, Sage for guidance who merely suggested that he follow his heart, and continued to say that Sparta was simply not worth his time. Ivy, faced with the toughest decision of his life, finally decided on one thing.

He would join one of the Clans. With that thought in mind, Ivy requested his mother to help him get rid of his collar and once all was said and done, Ivy headed into the forest, without looking back, leaving behind his kin, Sparta, his tormentors and the paws of a kittypet forever. He got sick trying to find the Clans and after getting lost in the forest numerous times, Ivy finally found a Clan - SkyClan. Without a second thought he begged Skystar to let him join. He shed himself of his name and found comfort in the protection of the Clan and settled as an apprentice. However, because of his sickly nature, he is often held back from his training - not that he minds. Ivy, now known as Whitepaw of SkyClan, has settled his eyes on the rank of medicine cat - if he cannot be healed from the illnesses that taint him, why not heal others? However, he is nervous about approaching others on that matter, considering that he was once a kittypet and just recently joined. He longs to help cats but relents from letting anybody know, in fear of what they might say. Now ... if only he could survive as an apprentice long enough to be recognized as a true SkyClanner...

Relationships:
= Apprentice/Mentor
= Family
= Acquaintance
= Friend
= Good friend
= Crush
= Love
= Discomfort/Dislike

Orientation: Bisexual
Attracted towards... Whitepaw doesn't particularly have a specific interest and would sooner just being mates or romantically involved with a close friend of his. He'd like that special someone who would be willing to be best friend first, lover second, however.

✘ Lasting Relationship
✘ Quick Fling
✔ Unsure

Mate/Partner: Nobody. //forever alone
Current Attractions: Sparta Pending...
Kittens: None.

Sage; Mother, Arabian Mau x American Polydactyl, kittypet, alive.
Sage has always been the best mother to me, and always supported me and helped me feel better about myself when the goings got tough with the kittypets around the neighborhood.
She supported me from the start, when I suggested going to SkyClan, and she agreed, reluctantly. But hey, I have to explore the world! I'll be back home someday, ma. Don't you worry.
Jamie; Father, Cyprus, rogue, unknown status.
He wasn't there for Sweetie and June, so he really makes an effort to be with me.
He's really great! I mean, I don't see him as often anymore, but that's alright. I know he's always with me.
Sweetie; Older half-sister, Cyprus x Somali, loner, alive.
I don't know much about her, even if she is my half-sister.
I don't think ... I don't think she likes me at all. I really mean it, too. She makes a point of ignoring me and sometimes I think it's because that she's the eldest sibling, that when ma and pa aren't around, she had to take care of me - especially when I was sickly. I think I'm just a flea in her pelt ...
June; Older half-sister, Cyprus x Somali, kittypet, alive.
She's nice enough; I don't see her as often, though.
She always has some kittypet treat to give me when I come to visit, and she always listens to me ramble on and on about everything. She's like the best friend I never had - which I do - and she's nice enough to cover Sweetie's half, too!
Sparta; Best friend, Bombay, possible romantic interest, tom, loner/kittypet, alive.
I stumbled upon him when looking for Jamie, and Sparta had thought that I was trespassing. Like I would do that! But he felt awful sorry for me when I started coughing and shaking, and afterwards, we became close friends.
You know, he's awful protective of me and I just ... I just can't help but be attracted to that. <3
He was awfully angry when I suggested that I join SkyClan, and he said that he could defend me if need be, but he wouldn't be there all the time, now would be be? No. Sparta still didn't like the idea, and a few days later, after the news cooled, I told him I possibly liked him as more than a friend, and he was utterly disgusted. But that's fine. I'm as far away from him as I can be, which will help me get better.
Skystar; fav.me/d6che12 Mentor, leader of SkyClan, tom, alive.
I've seen him around, yep. I just can't believe he let a kittypet like me into the Clan, though.. Can't say I'm not relieved though.
Pending...

Fun Facts:
As an albino, his eyes are incredibly sensitive to the sunlight.
He doesn't know how to swim.
He comes when his kittypet name is called.
He is sick more often than he's not sick.
He figured he could be of more help by becoming a medicine cat apprentice - but will they let him?
He isn't crushing on Sparta anymore.
He dreams about being a kittypet again.
He doesn't believe in StarClan.
His sicknesses are not contagious.
Sparta originally rejected him because he (Sparta) was already in a relationship with Sweetie.

Roleplay Sample:

Reposted from Briarthorn's reference from .

"Now, follow me, it's this way." The sun was glittering high overhead, bearing down it's rays of sunshine everywhere, blinding the sleek apprentice for a moment as she curved around the corner, the warm stone of brick pressing into her shoulder as she blinked against the sun. She opened her maw and scented the air, before moving past piles of crates that looked really heavy. She took little notice of the kittypet's disappearance, instead wondering briefly how the slick path beneath her paws had gotten so warm, even on this autumn day. Briarpaw scented oncoming snow on the wind, the breeze feeling bitter and cold as it tore at her like an insistent warrior, tearing at her eyes and making her blink rapidly.

The tortoiseshell blinked for a moment, simply basking her dark pelt in the sun, warming herself in the last few greenleaf days before leaffall blew it's way in. The large she-cat stopped for a moment, yellow eyes blinking against the sunlight as she focused in on a shapeless form in the shadows beyond the alleyway. Why would the kittypet lead her here?

"Ruben?" she meowed, raising her voice and turning her face away from the brooding shape in the corner, unease prickling just beneath her pelt. She scented the air again and frowned, glancing around in search of the mottled black and white tom. "C'mon, Ruben, you promised to lead me out of here. Not lead me to a deadend!"

"I'd keep my voice down if I were you, princess," she heard the familiar rumble of the dappled tom and glanced around, surveying the scene before raising her gold-flecked eyes to notice him perched on a brick wall. "Toby doesn't really like strangers, not that he really likes cats that he knows, either. Actually, he doesn't like cats at all." His voice was deep and comforting, his voice soft and low like he was telling her a secret. Gold outlined his body as he stared down at the RiverClanner, scenting the familiar scent of the Clans and the reek of fish and the salty tang of water. The kittypet blinked slowly at her, just bottomless green eyes that were too watchful, too judgemental. Briarpaw did not cringe though, even though warning signals were ringing off in her head, and unease was rising in her throat like bile.

"Toby?"

"Ah, you haven't met Toby. Not surprising. He doesn't like to move very far from his home. He's here right now, but your Clan cats had a twoleg chain him up. Good work, I say. Oh no, Toby says. It's a win-win. Well, except in Toby's case, because it's a win-lose, and the win goes to me, and the lose goes to you, because now you're there and now I'm up here. Do you follow me, princess? You are mine, and I am his. Now, let's end this pretty little game and you scamper over there; Toby doesn't like to be kept waiting." He was staring down at her, his ribs poking through his long fur as the breeze rustled and he looked nothing short of a tangle of moss, his fur having long since matted into knots and his bones long since having been poked through. "Tick tock, missy. You're life's on the clock. No where to run, nowhere to hide, because Toby will be there - right inside. You better run, little princess, before he sees you, because then he'll be hungry and then tick, tock, he won't be inside you, you'll be inside him. Oh yes, that sounds right. He does like to gobble up little kitties for dinner, and right now, you're a little kitty. I'm not, because I'm up high, and you're way down low. Tick tock, princess."

The dark she-cat blinked at him for a few moments, not completely comprehending Ruben's strange speech and dull tone, as if he was bored of his new toy. His aqua-shaded collar hung loosely around his neck and as he smiled at her, the RiverClanner almost swore that it was predatory. Briarpaw stepped back, her eyes narrowing as she glanced up at the unusual kittypet. "Stop it, Ruben. You're not being funny, and I want to go home. I didn't find what I was looking for, and so I gotta go. So please, just show me the way out, okay? Or maybe I'll just ask somebody else."

"Oh, no, you do not find Toby, Toby finds you. You have found him, little princess. He is there, and you are here, and I am here too. But then Toby will be here, and you will be gone, and I will be far from here, and that equals one more meal to Toby and one less worry to me." The tortoiseshell narrowed her eyes, about to bark out a retort, perhaps scold him for making such a horrible joke, because it wasn't funny, no it wasn't funny at all, and it was scaring her - not that she would admit that, because she was a Clan cat and Clan cats don't get scared. But then a low rumble sounded that eerily reminded the she-cat of thunder, and for a brief moment, she glanced up, half-expecting there to be dark clouds riding the sky, flashing lightning but there wasn't. "Oh, Toby is awake. You'd better run, little princess. That chain is weak and old and soon you'll be weak and Toby will be old when you both turn to bones." He settled himself on the ledge and glanced over towards the dark stretches of the alleyway, his gaze insistent and almost murderous as he stared into the dark recesses of the shadows. "Tick tock, princess. Your life is on the clock."

She had no idea what a clock was and did not intend to ask, and was about to holler that he was crazy and delusional when sleek paws made it's way out of the shadows. Briarpaw stared in dawning horror as a scrawny monstrosity stepped out, it's body frail looking with bones jutting out, making it's ribs prominent, but muscles were rippling in his paws and jaws, his eyes frantic and searching before he looked at the tortoiseshell and his pure instinctual gaze rooted the apprentice to the spot, terror screaming at her and logic telling her to flee. White foam drippled from his jaws before he stepped forward, a thick black collar had him leashed by a silver metallic chain to the brick wall, where a sole loop was. The hound had black and chestnut fur lining his body, thin and patchy as wounds laced across his skin like snow across ground in newleaf.

With a single lung, the chains rattled and she could distantly hear the clatter as the collar choked the beast back, and distantly she could hear Ruben's crazed laughter that echoed, and again, the beast lunged. This time, with a low and hollow snap, the chain tore and fell to the ground and he stood there for a moment, his ears cocked and his jaws dripping as he began to race towards her. It was then that the she-cat found her paws and attempted to scramble away, her paws slipping along the warm pavement and the crates causing her shoulder to throb as she crashed into them.

With quick and nimble paws, she made her way to the deserted road, being mindful of the crates but during the majority of the time crashing into them. Her breath came in soft pants because of her strict RiverClan lineage. The lack of WindClan speed proved prominent as she felt breath along her heels, and for a moment, she could feel the wind beneath her paws and freedom glistened before her eyes. Then it was snatched away with a quick snap to the leg and a loud pop sounded, pain shifting through her skin and causing her to holler as the hound tore at her lower back, and for a brief moment, she wondered what was tearing as skin and muscle alike sliced open and blood poured onto the pavement, scarlet staining her pelt so deep that it was the only color that could be seen. She screamed, or perhaps she didn't, because then she was coughing, and why did it taste like blood? Without a moment's hesitation, she felt the warm pavement dig into her face as she was dragged back down the alleyway, and for a brief moment, she saw all her hope disappear as the darkness crept around them, and then, there was nothing but the horrible tearing noise as he tore her apart.

Roleplay Information:
✔ Notes - Yes! I like classic note roleplaying - although not many people can be included.
✘ Skype - I had it once and had no idea what I was doing. I would prefer never to go through that experience again, thank you.
✘ Chats - As much as I love the classic chat, it is more convenient for everybody to respond if it's on the forums. Besides, it is banned. :c
✔ Forum - I have no idea what I'm doing on there. ;; Doesn't mean I won't learn though; just shoot me a message first! (Or surprise me.)
✘ Comments - I find them too messy and complicated, besides, it's banned.
? Other Communications - Just notify me and let's see if we can work something out. (:

Description
Reuploaded from my other account.

Name: Ivy -> Whitepaw
Age: 6 moons.
Gender: Tom
Breed: Cyprus (75%) x Arabian Mau (20%) x American Polydactyl (5%)
Rank: Apprentice
Stats: Hunting: 2/25
Endurance: 1/25
Battle skills: 2/25
Speed: 3/25
Tactics: 1/25
Jumping: 3/25
Points: [12]
Clan/Affiliation: Kittypet --> SkyClan
Join Date | Reason: Cycle 2 Moon 1 | Just recently, Whitepaw had approached Skystar on the matter of joining their Clan. He had done it to escape the constant teasing of the other cats for his albinism and for protection, because he would often get into trouble and would be threatened as a result of it. He is still wary about his choice of joining SkyClan, however.
Points Earned: 12 points
Points Balance: 0 pts

Personality: [Flirtatious | Clumsy | Cowardly | Lonely | Curious]
[Flirtatious]
Whitepaw has always known that others need something to smile about, and he will go to great lengths to make a she-cat or tom swoon, even if it is to cheer them up. Besides, he's always figured that everybody needs a little bit of love, and although he had received lots of love as a kittypet, he realized it was different than being in love and being loved in return. He only wants others to feel that warmth and if he finds his special someone by flirting with them, well, he would consider it a cause for celebration. He only dotes on a cat one - in rare case, more than one - at a time and tries to make them feel as special as they truly are.
[Clumsy]
Whitepaw has two left paws when it comes to everyday skills such as hunting and fighting - let alone walking, because even then, he walks with a sway that would normally cause somebody to trip. He's not the best well-coordinated cat in SkyClan, but he tries to make it up in jumping instead. Besides, maybe one day he can walk without tripping ever denlength or bumping into someone.
[Cowardly]
Even though he had been teased as a kit, they had never pushed him into a real fight, and as such would rather back down from the challenge without a second thought. Perhaps it's the fear of a kittypet still lingering?.
[Lonely]
Whitepaw has only ever had one true friend and even then, that friend left him too. Although he's usually upbeat and chipper about any situation, he feigns that being alone is fine with him - when it isn't. When all you ever had was your kin and the friend who left you, it would be hard trying to step back into society and welcome some new cats into his inner circle as true friends.
[Curious]
He is the sort to stick his head right into a fox's den when he's told a fox is inside, wondering what it could look like. Oftentimes, his curiosity gets him into trouble and even causes others damage. He will not relent from his constant pestering of the poor cat, either, until his curiosity has been sated.

History: Once upon a time ... Ivy was born as a weak, frail, and sickly tom to Sage, his mother of kittypet descent. Ivy had been Sage's firstborn son and she constantly worried about him, fussing about everything he did and everywhere he went, as Ivy had been the sole survivor of her litter. Ivy had been raised by Sage's twolegs as a kittypet and adorned a purple collar but would often wander the yard when he could, as due to his genetic condition of albinism he would get sick so often that it was rare when he wasn't sick. Ivy did not let his sickness bother him and one day, while he perched himself out of the house, he noticed a black and white tom along his fence. The tom had introduced himself as Jamie and had intended to see Sage. Ivy, although suspicious, let him through and after Sage explained that Ivy was her son, Jamie seemed particularly startled. Sage introduced them as father and son and gradually Ivy grew attached to his father and eventually found out that he had two older half-siblings, Sweetie and June. One day, Jamie had taken him to visit his sisters.

Ivy quickly learned that one of his older sisters, June had been born deaf and quickly they formed a bond. Ivy did not question his other sister's resentment towards him, either. Sweetie was the only one that could keep watch over the two while their father was away. Although their visits were often short-lived and heart wrenching when he was torn from June, he eventually learned to cope with it. Due to the abnormal genetic condition, the local kittypets deemed fit to pester and bother him, and although Ivy tried to fend them off, he found no way to successfully do that. Once, while he ran from his tormentors, he chanced upon a black tom who introduced himself as Sparta who, like the others, initially hated Ivy for his absurd condition. However, once the albino had started coughing, Sparta felt a change and reclined from his original harsh intentions and resorted to a rocky friendship with the tom.

Although the teasing did not stop, Ivy was simply glad that he had found a friend in somebody and confided in his mother about it. It was not long before the local kittypets had caught wind of Clans that had wound it's way in the local forest. Ivy had not learned of their existence until Sparta had joked about joining them, before adding that they ate cat bones, and if they hadn't, he would have joined them already. Ivy shocked and startled by this turn of events resorting to sneaking around and observing the Clans and decided, warily, that they would be a nice form of protection for him. With the thought of the Clans in mind, he returned to his owners and thought about this development. He dismissed this thought and continued to spend his time with Sparta, of whom he vaguely deciphered as having an unnatural attraction towards. When news of the Clans looking for new members reaching Ivy he finally yielded and went to talk with Sparta about it.

Sparta was not pleased, not in the slightest, at this new development. He claimed that they were vicious and monsters and shouldn't be trusted, and that Sparta could offer more protection than one of the Clans, and continued on his tirade until Ivy yielded and withdrew his proposal of them joining one of the Clans. The thought never left Ivy, though, and he often did not sleep well because of the regret that was building. Finally, he decided that he would find out where he would belong. He confronted Sparta once more, but this time with a declaration of attraction towards the tom. Flabbergasted, horrified, and disgusted, Sparta recoiled from Ivy - and their friendship and warded the albino away, not bothering to reach out when Ivy had a coughing fit. Feeling sick and weary, Ivy turned to his mother, Sage for guidance who merely suggested that he follow his heart, and continued to say that Sparta was simply not worth his time. Ivy, faced with the toughest decision of his life, finally decided on one thing.

He would join one of the Clans. With that thought in mind, Ivy requested his mother to help him get rid of his collar and once all was said and done, Ivy headed into the forest, without looking back, leaving behind his kin, Sparta, his tormentors and the paws of a kittypet forever. He got sick trying to find the Clans and after getting lost in the forest numerous times, Ivy finally found a Clan - SkyClan. Without a second thought he begged Skystar to let him join. He shed himself of his name and found comfort in the protection of the Clan and settled as an apprentice. However, because of his sickly nature, he is often held back from his training - not that he minds. Ivy, now known as Whitepaw of SkyClan, has settled his eyes on the rank of medicine cat - if he cannot be healed from the illnesses that taint him, why not heal others? However, he is nervous about approaching others on that matter, considering that he was once a kittypet and just recently joined. He longs to help cats but relents from letting anybody know, in fear of what they might say. Now ... if only he could survive as an apprentice long enough to be recognized as a true SkyClanner...

Relationships:
= Apprentice/Mentor
= Family
= Acquaintance
= Friend
= Good friend
= Crush
= Love
= Discomfort/Dislike

Orientation: Bisexual
Attracted towards... Whitepaw doesn't particularly have a specific interest and would sooner just being mates or romantically involved with a close friend of his. He'd like that special someone who would be willing to be best friend first, lover second, however.

✘ Lasting Relationship
✘ Quick Fling
✔ Unsure

Mate/Partner: Nobody. //forever alone
Current Attractions: Sparta Pending...
Kittens: None.

Sage; Mother, Arabian Mau x American Polydactyl, kittypet, alive.
Sage has always been the best mother to me, and always supported me and helped me feel better about myself when the goings got tough with the kittypets around the neighborhood.
She supported me from the start, when I suggested going to SkyClan, and she agreed, reluctantly. But hey, I have to explore the world! I'll be back home someday, ma. Don't you worry.
Jamie; Father, Cyprus, rogue, unknown status.
He wasn't there for Sweetie and June, so he really makes an effort to be with me.
He's really great! I mean, I don't see him as often anymore, but that's alright. I know he's always with me.
Sweetie; Older half-sister, Cyprus x Somali, loner, alive.
I don't know much about her, even if she is my half-sister.
I don't think ... I don't think she likes me at all. I really mean it, too. She makes a point of ignoring me and sometimes I think it's because that she's the eldest sibling, that when ma and pa aren't around, she had to take care of me - especially when I was sickly. I think I'm just a flea in her pelt ...
June; Older half-sister, Cyprus x Somali, kittypet, alive.
She's nice enough; I don't see her as often, though.
She always has some kittypet treat to give me when I come to visit, and she always listens to me ramble on and on about everything. She's like the best friend I never had - which I do - and she's nice enough to cover Sweetie's half, too!
Sparta; Best friend, Bombay, possible romantic interest, tom, loner/kittypet, alive.
I stumbled upon him when looking for Jamie, and Sparta had thought that I was trespassing. Like I would do that! But he felt awful sorry for me when I started coughing and shaking, and afterwards, we became close friends.
You know, he's awful protective of me and I just ... I just can't help but be attracted to that. <3
He was awfully angry when I suggested that I join SkyClan, and he said that he could defend me if need be, but he wouldn't be there all the time, now would be be? No. Sparta still didn't like the idea, and a few days later, after the news cooled, I told him I possibly liked him as more than a friend, and he was utterly disgusted. But that's fine. I'm as far away from him as I can be, which will help me get better.
Skystar; fav.me/d6che12 Mentor, leader of SkyClan, tom, alive.
I've seen him around, yep. I just can't believe he let a kittypet like me into the Clan, though.. Can't say I'm not relieved though.
Pending...

Fun Facts:
As an albino, his eyes are incredibly sensitive to the sunlight.
He doesn't know how to swim.
He comes when his kittypet name is called.
He is sick more often than he's not sick.
He figured he could be of more help by becoming a medicine cat apprentice - but will they let him?
He isn't crushing on Sparta anymore.
He dreams about being a kittypet again.
He doesn't believe in StarClan.
His sicknesses are not contagious.
Sparta originally rejected him because he (Sparta) was already in a relationship with Sweetie.

Roleplay Sample:

Reposted from Briarthorn's reference from .

"Now, follow me, it's this way." The sun was glittering high overhead, bearing down it's rays of sunshine everywhere, blinding the sleek apprentice for a moment as she curved around the corner, the warm stone of brick pressing into her shoulder as she blinked against the sun. She opened her maw and scented the air, before moving past piles of crates that looked really heavy. She took little notice of the kittypet's disappearance, instead wondering briefly how the slick path beneath her paws had gotten so warm, even on this autumn day. Briarpaw scented oncoming snow on the wind, the breeze feeling bitter and cold as it tore at her like an insistent warrior, tearing at her eyes and making her blink rapidly.

The tortoiseshell blinked for a moment, simply basking her dark pelt in the sun, warming herself in the last few greenleaf days before leaffall blew it's way in. The large she-cat stopped for a moment, yellow eyes blinking against the sunlight as she focused in on a shapeless form in the shadows beyond the alleyway. Why would the kittypet lead her here?

"Ruben?" she meowed, raising her voice and turning her face away from the brooding shape in the corner, unease prickling just beneath her pelt. She scented the air again and frowned, glancing around in search of the mottled black and white tom. "C'mon, Ruben, you promised to lead me out of here. Not lead me to a deadend!"

"I'd keep my voice down if I were you, princess," she heard the familiar rumble of the dappled tom and glanced around, surveying the scene before raising her gold-flecked eyes to notice him perched on a brick wall. "Toby doesn't really like strangers, not that he really likes cats that he knows, either. Actually, he doesn't like cats at all." His voice was deep and comforting, his voice soft and low like he was telling her a secret. Gold outlined his body as he stared down at the RiverClanner, scenting the familiar scent of the Clans and the reek of fish and the salty tang of water. The kittypet blinked slowly at her, just bottomless green eyes that were too watchful, too judgemental. Briarpaw did not cringe though, even though warning signals were ringing off in her head, and unease was rising in her throat like bile.

"Toby?"

"Ah, you haven't met Toby. Not surprising. He doesn't like to move very far from his home. He's here right now, but your Clan cats had a twoleg chain him up. Good work, I say. Oh no, Toby says. It's a win-win. Well, except in Toby's case, because it's a win-lose, and the win goes to me, and the lose goes to you, because now you're there and now I'm up here. Do you follow me, princess? You are mine, and I am his. Now, let's end this pretty little game and you scamper over there; Toby doesn't like to be kept waiting." He was staring down at her, his ribs poking through his long fur as the breeze rustled and he looked nothing short of a tangle of moss, his fur having long since matted into knots and his bones long since having been poked through. "Tick tock, missy. You're life's on the clock. No where to run, nowhere to hide, because Toby will be there - right inside. You better run, little princess, before he sees you, because then he'll be hungry and then tick, tock, he won't be inside you, you'll be inside him. Oh yes, that sounds right. He does like to gobble up little kitties for dinner, and right now, you're a little kitty. I'm not, because I'm up high, and you're way down low. Tick tock, princess."

The dark she-cat blinked at him for a few moments, not completely comprehending Ruben's strange speech and dull tone, as if he was bored of his new toy. His aqua-shaded collar hung loosely around his neck and as he smiled at her, the RiverClanner almost swore that it was predatory. Briarpaw stepped back, her eyes narrowing as she glanced up at the unusual kittypet. "Stop it, Ruben. You're not being funny, and I want to go home. I didn't find what I was looking for, and so I gotta go. So please, just show me the way out, okay? Or maybe I'll just ask somebody else."

"Oh, no, you do not find Toby, Toby finds you. You have found him, little princess. He is there, and you are here, and I am here too. But then Toby will be here, and you will be gone, and I will be far from here, and that equals one more meal to Toby and one less worry to me." The tortoiseshell narrowed her eyes, about to bark out a retort, perhaps scold him for making such a horrible joke, because it wasn't funny, no it wasn't funny at all, and it was scaring her - not that she would admit that, because she was a Clan cat and Clan cats don't get scared. But then a low rumble sounded that eerily reminded the she-cat of thunder, and for a brief moment, she glanced up, half-expecting there to be dark clouds riding the sky, flashing lightning but there wasn't. "Oh, Toby is awake. You'd better run, little princess. That chain is weak and old and soon you'll be weak and Toby will be old when you both turn to bones." He settled himself on the ledge and glanced over towards the dark stretches of the alleyway, his gaze insistent and almost murderous as he stared into the dark recesses of the shadows. "Tick tock, princess. Your life is on the clock."

She had no idea what a clock was and did not intend to ask, and was about to holler that he was crazy and delusional when sleek paws made it's way out of the shadows. Briarpaw stared in dawning horror as a scrawny monstrosity stepped out, it's body frail looking with bones jutting out, making it's ribs prominent, but muscles were rippling in his paws and jaws, his eyes frantic and searching before he looked at the tortoiseshell and his pure instinctual gaze rooted the apprentice to the spot, terror screaming at her and logic telling her to flee. White foam drippled from his jaws before he stepped forward, a thick black collar had him leashed by a silver metallic chain to the brick wall, where a sole loop was. The hound had black and chestnut fur lining his body, thin and patchy as wounds laced across his skin like snow across ground in newleaf.

With a single lung, the chains rattled and she could distantly hear the clatter as the collar choked the beast back, and distantly she could hear Ruben's crazed laughter that echoed, and again, the beast lunged. This time, with a low and hollow snap, the chain tore and fell to the ground and he stood there for a moment, his ears cocked and his jaws dripping as he began to race towards her. It was then that the she-cat found her paws and attempted to scramble away, her paws slipping along the warm pavement and the crates causing her shoulder to throb as she crashed into them.

With quick and nimble paws, she made her way to the deserted road, being mindful of the crates but during the majority of the time crashing into them. Her breath came in soft pants because of her strict RiverClan lineage. The lack of WindClan speed proved prominent as she felt breath along her heels, and for a moment, she could feel the wind beneath her paws and freedom glistened before her eyes. Then it was snatched away with a quick snap to the leg and a loud pop sounded, pain shifting through her skin and causing her to holler as the hound tore at her lower back, and for a brief moment, she wondered what was tearing as skin and muscle alike sliced open and blood poured onto the pavement, scarlet staining her pelt so deep that it was the only color that could be seen. She screamed, or perhaps she didn't, because then she was coughing, and why did it taste like blood? Without a moment's hesitation, she felt the warm pavement dig into her face as she was dragged back down the alleyway, and for a brief moment, she saw all her hope disappear as the darkness crept around them, and then, there was nothing but the horrible tearing noise as he tore her apart.

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