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Edit: 10/19/16 - Design change!
Edit: 11/06/16 - Ya boi is a Med App!
Edit: 3/113/17 - The big grumple is now a Medicine Cat!

|| Basic Information ||
Name: Messyburr
• Prefix - Messy: His pelt was messy since birth
• Suffix - Burr: Referring to his messy pelt, constantly entangled with burrs
• Previous names - Messykit, Messypaw, Messyburr

Age: 23 moons
Gender: Male
Breed: Himalayan/LaPerm mix

Birth season: Leaf-Bare
Clan: Riverclan
Position: Medicine Cat
Apprentice | Mentor History:
Both Patchfoot and Maggotrill taught him many things

Religious Beliefs: ★★★★★
"Starclan is what's holding these clans together." He grunted softly, an ear flicking lazily, "Of course they exist. If they didn't, why would we all be here?"

|| Appearance Information ||
Fur Statistics:
●●●●●○○○○○ ➟ Rough
○○○○○○○○○○ ➟ Dry
●●○○○○○○○○➟ Smooth
●●○○○○○○○○ ➟ Soft

Short|●●●●●●●●○○|Long

Updated August 21st: Book Description: A ragged, messy furred brown tom with dark markings and green eyes.

Updated August 21st: Messyburr's pelt climbs roughly over a muscular build, rolling in tangled curls over his back and flanks. His dark pelt is rather difficult for him to manage, which is probably why it's always a mess. During the hot days of green-leaf, Messyburr finds it frustrating when having to continuously retreat to the shade or water, the sweltering heat too much for the tom to handle. When he does groom his pelt, it's a meticulous job, which gives him quite a hard and frustrating time, and his mother needs to come to his rescue. His pelt is rough to the touch, which gives him an unpleased grimace at times that he can't be cuddly. Messyburr's body is muscular, but not an athletic build. His legs are short for a normal apprentice, giving him a rather slow pace in any given way of getting around. His shoulders are broad like his fathers, and his back dips softly down like his mother's, giving him an almost feminine feel, which he despises. His body is rather long, however, and a bit stocky with his fur, which allows him to tread through water with a bit of ease despite his pelt catching on things from time to time. Messyburr's neck is a bit long, puffed with a mane of white, and his muzzle is narrowed and short. His ears are tufted. His eyes are a forest green, the edges of his pupils a darker more bolder coloration than that.

-Scars: Messyburr has a narrow slit in his left ear, and a scar down his left flank.

Voice: Messyburr's voice is low and rough, holding a grumpy low-tone to it that makes him sound like a bit of hot-head.
-Example: -Coming soon to an application near you-

Scent: The soothing scent of fresh water and damp leaves cling gingerly to Messyburr's pelt.

Senses:
8/10 ➟ Eyesight
4/10 ➟ Touch
4/10 ➟ Hearing
8/10 ➟ Taste
5/10 ➟ Smell

Height
• Inches: 11 inches
• Centimeters: 27.94 cm

Weight
• Pounds: 16 pounds
• Ounces: 256 ounces

Daily life:
8/10 ➟ Memory
5/10 ➟ Leadership
10/10 ➟ Willingness to learn

Statistics:
-35 total-
5/10 ➟ Strength
3/10 ➟ Endurance
3/10 ➟ Agility
2/10 ➟ Defense
8/10 ➟ Intelligence
4/10 ➟ Accuracy

10/10 ➟ Medicine knowledge

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Things We Should Know About This Character:
- Messyburr will deny grooming his pelt because of his stubborn and denying nature. He just does not like grooming his pelt because of the effort so don't fall for this boys lies.
- He tends to be a big grump towards everyone, which doesn't surprise him in the slightest bit. Everyone seems to annoy Messypaw.
- His most popular response is 'No'

|| Personality ||
= Positive
= Negative
= Neutral

Postive
Candid-Expressive-Scrupulous

Candid: Truthful and straightforward | Messyburr will always tell the truth of how he thinks of a cat. He doesn't seem to care if he sounds harsh or rude, because he knows he is being truthful. He believes every cat deserves to know just how annoying they are to him. While this trait seems a bit negative, he is very truthful with almost everything ran by him. He hopes cats will actually value his opinion instead of toss it away, because he believes his opinion will help them.

Expressive: Effectively conveying thought or feeling | Messyburr is very vocal with his feelings and thoughts, which can either get him in trouble, or get him praise. He is very much so not afraid to voice his thoughts towards something, and will do so without hesitation. If he feels something is done in a very wrong manner, he will say something about it. If a cat is being rude, you bet your bottom dollar he will say something to that cat, no matter how fed up and rude he may get. Messypaw simply does not care about what others think of this, and quite frankly, he thinks all cats deserve a slap in the face some days.

Scrupulous: Diligent, very efficient and thorough, and extremely attentive to details | Sure enough, Messypaw, while not caring about his own appearance, cares for the appearance of other things. He is very attentive to details such as where things are placed and how things are done. If something is so much as slightly out of place, you might just make the entire camp explode. Messypaw hates it when things are a mess. He is very obsessive that way, and he can't stand it when cats are so careless.

Negative
Hotheaded-Impatient-Snappy

Hotheaded: Having an impetuous or quick-tempered nature | Messypaw has a very short fuse on his temper and will burst out if you get onto him. He tends to believe he has no time for games, and as a result gets annoyed very easily. His temper is like a fiery facade, which he isn't afraid to burn you with. Messypaw is rarely ever pleased with anything, so he warns cats very pre-maturely not to get on his bad side. He isn't the nicest of cats, at all, it seems.

Impatient: Having or showing a tendency to be quickly irritated or provoked | It doesn't take a lot for Messypaw to become irritated. His short-fused temper is a cause for his daily outbursts on other cats. Messypaw is easily provoked into a bout of anger, sometimes going as far as too accidentally hurt someone. An example is when his brother Flightpaw irritated him and he whacked him hard over the muzzle. Messypaw tends to become very upset after one of these violent outbursts, however, and does his best to control them.

Snappy: Irritable and inclined to speak sharply | Messyburr has a very snappy attitude, which is definitely a dominate trait. He usually speaks sharply towards every cat, unless it's his leader, Deputy, or mentor, whom sometimes he even speaks sharply to. Most cats realize his negativity as he speaks to them, but some cats ignore the telltale warning and push him on. Despite Messyburr's sharpness coming from his father, who, coincidentally is also very sharp and stern, he still accepts this trait rather easily.

Neutral
Private-Precise

Private: Messyburr has always been the type of cat to hold himself accountable for his actions, and in doing so hates to let things out that no others have any business in knowing. He is extremely private and no one, not even his closest friends Galebringer and Dovestar, know these secrets he holds. He prefers not to push these things onto other cats shoulders; seeing them to be more of a burden and less of a helpful knowledge.

Precise: He loves everything perfect, he dislikes things out of place. He will not obsess over anything but will try his best to fix it. Messyburr tends to snap at times, however, when other cats go through his storage that don't belong there. He is always tidying up his herbs, and his den, hoping it to be neat. He also likes to keep everything organized by name, as well.

Likes
• - Messypaw has a tendency to relax in the shallows of the river
• - He enjoys the saltiness of fish and it's freshness
• - He likes to watch the medicine cat

Dislikes
• - Many cats who question him
• - When cats disagree with him
• - Hunting

Fears
• - Messypaw's fears are a bit childish, however he fears of being forgotten, as do many cats, despite his lack of friendship with others
• - He fears drowning despite his love of water
• - He fears Twolegs greatly

Goals
• - To become a Medicine Cat
• - To become a well know cat in the clans
• - To meet one cat he doesn't hate

|| Sexual Information ||
Relationship status: Not interested
Sexual Orientation: Asexual
Gender Identity: He, His, Him

Activity: —
Hot List: —
• Sexual - —
• Non-sexual - —
• Relationship is no-longer - —
• Regret - —

{✔}=Active | {✘}=Non-active | {?}=Nothing happening

Looking For
• Lasting Relationship - ✘
• Quick Fling - ✘
• Unsure - ✘

Turn-Ons
• - Unknown
• - Unknown
• - Unknown
• - Unknown

Turn-Offs
• - Unknown
• - Unknown
• - Unknown
• - Unknown

Shippings
None currently
• - ??
• - ??
• - ??

|| Family Tree ||

-Mother-

Silverpond | Alive | NPC

-Father-

Fishripple | Alive | NPC

-Siblings-

Flightpaw | Alive | NPC
Fuzzypaw | Alive | NPC

-Nieces/Nephews-

None

-Aunt-

Rippledlight | Alive | NPC
Indigopelt | Alive | NPC

-Uncles-

Clearscale | Alive | NPC
Lakefur | Alive | NPC

-Cousins-

Whitetail | Alive | NPC
Coughpelt | Dead | NPC

-Past mates-

None

-Current Mate-

None

-Offspring-

None

|| Biography ||

|Prior to Birth|
Prior to the birth of Messypaw, his mother and father had just began to talk of kits, the two parents excited about the thought of raising a family together. Fishripple and Silverpond discussed this for moons through Greenleaf, before finally settling on trying. The two mated, and Silverpond appeared pregnant. However, the pregnancy failed as all kits had been stillborn. This devastated Silverpond greatly, as she sobbed into the chest on a comforting Fishripple. Fishripple urged to try again, but Silverpond argued that Leafbare was still upon them, and Leafbare was the worst season to bring kits into a clan. Fishripple assured her the kits would be born in the early stages of new leaf, and Silverpond agreed. However, the kits were born early, much to the dismay of Silverpond. The mother believed these kits would not survive. However, she birthed three healthy kits, all toms, naming each uniquely. {Silverpond cast her eyes down gently upon the messy furred darker tom, purring out a name breathlessly, "Messykit.."}

|Kitten|
1 moon: Messykit's personality wasn't always snappy and grumpy, in fact he was quite the cheerful ball of fur. He had a close bond with Fuzzykit, his brother, and always enjoyed playing warrior with his littermates.
2 moons: Messykit began developing a bit more of a grumpy attitude as Fuzzykit became getting close to another kit that wasn't him. Flightkit tried confronting him of this but he got upset and accidentally whacked his brother.
3 Moons: Messykit never recovered from the shock of hitting his brother, and forced himself to push his brothers away. His mother tried reconciling him, but it didn't work as well as she hoped.
4-5 Moons: Messykit grew grumpier, his personality morphing into a more grumpy and snappish one. Fuzzykit felt guilty but never tried talking yo his brother in fear of being hit like Flightkit. Around this time he had also been taking an interest in the Medicine cat den, venturing into the den that scented of warm herbs and honey.

|Apprentice|
Messykit turned 6 moons alongside Fuzzykit and Flightkit, and the three were called up to the meeting, all proud, but Messykit wearing his mask. Fuzzykit went first, stepping ahead of his brother's with a prideful stride, his tail straight and head high. He was renamed Fuzzypaw, and given Carpnose as a mentor. Flightkit stumbled ahead next, a bit more uneasy but just as straight and proud. Flightpaw, he was called, and given Tumblestone as his mentor. And then it was Messykit's turn..{"Messykit, please step forward." The leaders voice purred loud like thunder over the clearing, and Messykit strode forward with a straight face. He looked up expectantly, his eyes narrowed softly, almost challengingly in a sense. "Messykit, you have reached the age of 6 moons, and are now ready to train as a warrior. Your mentor will be Sagepool, and you are now know as Messypaw until you become a warrior."}
Medicine Cat Apprentice Alt
Messykit remembered approaching the medicine cat stiffly, but with a lifted nose and proud twitch of his ears, he requested she be his mentor. Fuzzykit and Flightkit were shocked at this endevor, but kept quiet about it. The meeting was called, and the cats gathered. Fuzzykit was called first, being given the name Fuzzypaw, and the mentor Carpnose. Fuzzykit seemed pleased in Messykit's eyes. Flightkit went next, his strides not as confident but still with ease. He was renamed Flightpaw, and assigned Tumblestone as his mentor. Then, it was Messykit's turn. He looked towards the medicine cat with hope, and stepped forward. {"Messykit, I've heard rumors that you want to become the Medicine cat apprentice?" The leader questioned gently, ears twitching. Messykit nodded without hesitation, ear flicking once, "Yes sir." He answered quietly, and the leader smiled lightly, "I hereby name you Messypaw, and you will train in the ways of a Medicine cat with Patchfoot."}

Messypaw from the beginning of his Medicine Cat Apprentice ship had trouble with cats shooting him down, as he had no true mentor to teach him the ways of the Medicine Cat. The closest he had to a mentor was Patchfoot; RiverClan's former Medicine Cat, and Maggotrill, ShadowClan's Medicine Cat. He was eager to prove himself, although this was hard with his attitude always speaking for him. Messypaw trained hard though, and soon he became a full medicine cat.

|Adult Medicine Cat|

Updated August 21st: Messyburr was proud from the moment he earned his name, feeling as though he was successful in showing that he could do it. So many cats had overlooked and doubted him because he had no proper mentor, but Messyburr rose above them. The tom finally felt content with this. After the merge of RiverClan and WindClan, he became close friends with Galebringer, WindClan's resident Medicine Cat. The two hit it off and soon Messyburr had another friend other than Dovestar. He later received a vision about a journey that would soon take place.

Messyburr was chosen to accompany the Champions, who would journey from the territories of the Clans in search of a cure for Dark Cough. It wasn't long into the journey when Minkfang had revealed himself, and insisted on joining them. Later into the journey a dog attacked the group and unfortunately the life of Lilypaw was taken. Messyburr honored the she-cat by giving her the name of 'Lilywhisper'.

|| Relationships ||

| Doesn't know well
| Kinda a Friend
| Acquaintance

| Friend
| Good Friend
| Best Friend

| Ex-crush
| Pity for
| Ex mate

| Respects
| Admires
| Worships Like A God

| Slight Crush
| Average Crush
| Huge crush

| Suspicious
| Questionable
| Eager To Know About

| lust
| Loves
| Mated / Had Kits With

| Creeped out
| Fear
| Stay Away Fear

ll Dislike | Distrust | Annoyance/Frustration
ll Hate
ll Loath

ll Like Brother l Sister l Mother l Father l Kit
ll Apprentice/Mentor
Mate
★ Dead
☆ Presumed dead
Family

[TempestClan]

Updated August 21st:

Dovestar - (colored dots being added soon)
"Dovestar is my best friend.....maybe my closest friend. She is always there for me as I am always there for her. She was the only one that had faith in me during my training. I'll never forget that."

Galebringer - (colored dots being added soon)
"Galebringer is probably my second closest friend. Its surprising because I hated his guts before, because he doubt my abilities more than any other feline. But now? Gosh. I don't know what I'd do without him."

-Edits being made as I look over RP's and such with other cats-

[ShadowClan]
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[LightningClan]
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|| Role-play Information ||

Status: Open
Timezone: Eastern Standard Time

Availability
• {?} Chat Rp
• {?} Comment Rp
• {?} Note Rp
•✔️Skype Rp

✔= Yes | ✘= No | ?= Maybe

RP Example:

Lioncall's ears strained softly, listening as Sandstone agreed gingerly with him. The medicine cat let out a slight laugh, "I know you are no intruder, Sandstone." He murmured, "But I can never be too careful." He teased lightly, straightening.
He noted the feline studying him, and he shuffled softly as he thought of what she could possibly be thinking about. Lioncall knew she was probably relaying things Waterheart could've shared, such as how he had been so keen to help her despite Waterheart not wanting to take him on as an apprentice. He laughed a little at the thought, purring slightly to himself. He could picture her soft, silvery pelt, and her velvety white paws picking at herbs with that look of concentration he desired to achieve. She was so young. She was so young... Lioncall's eyes dulled slightly as he also recalled finding her, a motionless heap of fur in the midst if such a long battle. Her soft pelt torn, her sweet blue eyes clouded and glazed with death. The memory shook him to his roots, and he took a few deep breaths.
"I think Brightstar would be pleased to know I'm learning more." He said softly, trying to even out his shaking voice from the brief moment of pained grief. "I promised her I would be the greatest Medicine cat the clan has seen. I promised Waterheart that I would carry on in her name and not let her memory die." He tilted his head softly, sighing. "I know you can help me with that." He added in quietly, looking at her with a burning desire to follow that promise.

He looked at his sister, sniffing softly. If anything, he preferred she stay around, but he wouldn't want her to be bored either. "Maybe you can go catch some fish? I'm sure Waterhea—Sandstone, would be a bit hungry after traveling here from their camp." His pelt burned with embarrassment, hoping to have caught himself quick enough. He lightly nudged his sisters shoulder with his forehead, offering her a smile.

Art © Me
Character Concept © Me
Layout © kafeccino
Application Sheet © CatSaints
Future-of-the-Clans © Puddlepawproductions

Description
Edit: 10/19/16 - Design change!
Edit: 11/06/16 - Ya boi is a Med App!
Edit: 3/113/17 - The big grumple is now a Medicine Cat!

|| Basic Information ||
Name: Messyburr
• Prefix - Messy: His pelt was messy since birth
• Suffix - Burr: Referring to his messy pelt, constantly entangled with burrs
• Previous names - Messykit, Messypaw, Messyburr

Age: 23 moons
Gender: Male
Breed: Himalayan/LaPerm mix

Birth season: Leaf-Bare
Clan: Riverclan
Position: Medicine Cat
Apprentice | Mentor History:
Both Patchfoot and Maggotrill taught him many things

Religious Beliefs: ★★★★★
"Starclan is what's holding these clans together." He grunted softly, an ear flicking lazily, "Of course they exist. If they didn't, why would we all be here?"

|| Appearance Information ||
Fur Statistics:
●●●●●○○○○○ ➟ Rough
○○○○○○○○○○ ➟ Dry
●●○○○○○○○○➟ Smooth
●●○○○○○○○○ ➟ Soft

Short|●●●●●●●●○○|Long

Updated August 21st: Book Description: A ragged, messy furred brown tom with dark markings and green eyes.

Updated August 21st: Messyburr's pelt climbs roughly over a muscular build, rolling in tangled curls over his back and flanks. His dark pelt is rather difficult for him to manage, which is probably why it's always a mess. During the hot days of green-leaf, Messyburr finds it frustrating when having to continuously retreat to the shade or water, the sweltering heat too much for the tom to handle. When he does groom his pelt, it's a meticulous job, which gives him quite a hard and frustrating time, and his mother needs to come to his rescue. His pelt is rough to the touch, which gives him an unpleased grimace at times that he can't be cuddly. Messyburr's body is muscular, but not an athletic build. His legs are short for a normal apprentice, giving him a rather slow pace in any given way of getting around. His shoulders are broad like his fathers, and his back dips softly down like his mother's, giving him an almost feminine feel, which he despises. His body is rather long, however, and a bit stocky with his fur, which allows him to tread through water with a bit of ease despite his pelt catching on things from time to time. Messyburr's neck is a bit long, puffed with a mane of white, and his muzzle is narrowed and short. His ears are tufted. His eyes are a forest green, the edges of his pupils a darker more bolder coloration than that.

-Scars: Messyburr has a narrow slit in his left ear, and a scar down his left flank.

Voice: Messyburr's voice is low and rough, holding a grumpy low-tone to it that makes him sound like a bit of hot-head.
-Example: -Coming soon to an application near you-

Scent: The soothing scent of fresh water and damp leaves cling gingerly to Messyburr's pelt.

Senses:
8/10 ➟ Eyesight
4/10 ➟ Touch
4/10 ➟ Hearing
8/10 ➟ Taste
5/10 ➟ Smell

Height
• Inches: 11 inches
• Centimeters: 27.94 cm

Weight
• Pounds: 16 pounds
• Ounces: 256 ounces

Daily life:
8/10 ➟ Memory
5/10 ➟ Leadership
10/10 ➟ Willingness to learn

Statistics:
-35 total-
5/10 ➟ Strength
3/10 ➟ Endurance
3/10 ➟ Agility
2/10 ➟ Defense
8/10 ➟ Intelligence
4/10 ➟ Accuracy

10/10 ➟ Medicine knowledge

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Things We Should Know About This Character:
- Messyburr will deny grooming his pelt because of his stubborn and denying nature. He just does not like grooming his pelt because of the effort so don't fall for this boys lies.
- He tends to be a big grump towards everyone, which doesn't surprise him in the slightest bit. Everyone seems to annoy Messypaw.
- His most popular response is 'No'

|| Personality ||
= Positive
= Negative
= Neutral

Postive
Candid-Expressive-Scrupulous

Candid: Truthful and straightforward | Messyburr will always tell the truth of how he thinks of a cat. He doesn't seem to care if he sounds harsh or rude, because he knows he is being truthful. He believes every cat deserves to know just how annoying they are to him. While this trait seems a bit negative, he is very truthful with almost everything ran by him. He hopes cats will actually value his opinion instead of toss it away, because he believes his opinion will help them.

Expressive: Effectively conveying thought or feeling | Messyburr is very vocal with his feelings and thoughts, which can either get him in trouble, or get him praise. He is very much so not afraid to voice his thoughts towards something, and will do so without hesitation. If he feels something is done in a very wrong manner, he will say something about it. If a cat is being rude, you bet your bottom dollar he will say something to that cat, no matter how fed up and rude he may get. Messypaw simply does not care about what others think of this, and quite frankly, he thinks all cats deserve a slap in the face some days.

Scrupulous: Diligent, very efficient and thorough, and extremely attentive to details | Sure enough, Messypaw, while not caring about his own appearance, cares for the appearance of other things. He is very attentive to details such as where things are placed and how things are done. If something is so much as slightly out of place, you might just make the entire camp explode. Messypaw hates it when things are a mess. He is very obsessive that way, and he can't stand it when cats are so careless.

Negative
Hotheaded-Impatient-Snappy

Hotheaded: Having an impetuous or quick-tempered nature | Messypaw has a very short fuse on his temper and will burst out if you get onto him. He tends to believe he has no time for games, and as a result gets annoyed very easily. His temper is like a fiery facade, which he isn't afraid to burn you with. Messypaw is rarely ever pleased with anything, so he warns cats very pre-maturely not to get on his bad side. He isn't the nicest of cats, at all, it seems.

Impatient: Having or showing a tendency to be quickly irritated or provoked | It doesn't take a lot for Messypaw to become irritated. His short-fused temper is a cause for his daily outbursts on other cats. Messypaw is easily provoked into a bout of anger, sometimes going as far as too accidentally hurt someone. An example is when his brother Flightpaw irritated him and he whacked him hard over the muzzle. Messypaw tends to become very upset after one of these violent outbursts, however, and does his best to control them.

Snappy: Irritable and inclined to speak sharply | Messyburr has a very snappy attitude, which is definitely a dominate trait. He usually speaks sharply towards every cat, unless it's his leader, Deputy, or mentor, whom sometimes he even speaks sharply to. Most cats realize his negativity as he speaks to them, but some cats ignore the telltale warning and push him on. Despite Messyburr's sharpness coming from his father, who, coincidentally is also very sharp and stern, he still accepts this trait rather easily.

Neutral
Private-Precise

Private: Messyburr has always been the type of cat to hold himself accountable for his actions, and in doing so hates to let things out that no others have any business in knowing. He is extremely private and no one, not even his closest friends Galebringer and Dovestar, know these secrets he holds. He prefers not to push these things onto other cats shoulders; seeing them to be more of a burden and less of a helpful knowledge.

Precise: He loves everything perfect, he dislikes things out of place. He will not obsess over anything but will try his best to fix it. Messyburr tends to snap at times, however, when other cats go through his storage that don't belong there. He is always tidying up his herbs, and his den, hoping it to be neat. He also likes to keep everything organized by name, as well.

Likes
• - Messypaw has a tendency to relax in the shallows of the river
• - He enjoys the saltiness of fish and it's freshness
• - He likes to watch the medicine cat

Dislikes
• - Many cats who question him
• - When cats disagree with him
• - Hunting

Fears
• - Messypaw's fears are a bit childish, however he fears of being forgotten, as do many cats, despite his lack of friendship with others
• - He fears drowning despite his love of water
• - He fears Twolegs greatly

Goals
• - To become a Medicine Cat
• - To become a well know cat in the clans
• - To meet one cat he doesn't hate

|| Sexual Information ||
Relationship status: Not interested
Sexual Orientation: Asexual
Gender Identity: He, His, Him

Activity: —
Hot List: —
• Sexual - —
• Non-sexual - —
• Relationship is no-longer - —
• Regret - —

{✔}=Active | {✘}=Non-active | {?}=Nothing happening

Looking For
• Lasting Relationship - ✘
• Quick Fling - ✘
• Unsure - ✘

Turn-Ons
• - Unknown
• - Unknown
• - Unknown
• - Unknown

Turn-Offs
• - Unknown
• - Unknown
• - Unknown
• - Unknown

Shippings
None currently
• - ??
• - ??
• - ??

|| Family Tree ||

-Mother-

Silverpond | Alive | NPC

-Father-

Fishripple | Alive | NPC

-Siblings-

Flightpaw | Alive | NPC
Fuzzypaw | Alive | NPC

-Nieces/Nephews-

None

-Aunt-

Rippledlight | Alive | NPC
Indigopelt | Alive | NPC

-Uncles-

Clearscale | Alive | NPC
Lakefur | Alive | NPC

-Cousins-

Whitetail | Alive | NPC
Coughpelt | Dead | NPC

-Past mates-

None

-Current Mate-

None

-Offspring-

None

|| Biography ||

|Prior to Birth|
Prior to the birth of Messypaw, his mother and father had just began to talk of kits, the two parents excited about the thought of raising a family together. Fishripple and Silverpond discussed this for moons through Greenleaf, before finally settling on trying. The two mated, and Silverpond appeared pregnant. However, the pregnancy failed as all kits had been stillborn. This devastated Silverpond greatly, as she sobbed into the chest on a comforting Fishripple. Fishripple urged to try again, but Silverpond argued that Leafbare was still upon them, and Leafbare was the worst season to bring kits into a clan. Fishripple assured her the kits would be born in the early stages of new leaf, and Silverpond agreed. However, the kits were born early, much to the dismay of Silverpond. The mother believed these kits would not survive. However, she birthed three healthy kits, all toms, naming each uniquely. {Silverpond cast her eyes down gently upon the messy furred darker tom, purring out a name breathlessly, "Messykit.."}

|Kitten|
1 moon: Messykit's personality wasn't always snappy and grumpy, in fact he was quite the cheerful ball of fur. He had a close bond with Fuzzykit, his brother, and always enjoyed playing warrior with his littermates.
2 moons: Messykit began developing a bit more of a grumpy attitude as Fuzzykit became getting close to another kit that wasn't him. Flightkit tried confronting him of this but he got upset and accidentally whacked his brother.
3 Moons: Messykit never recovered from the shock of hitting his brother, and forced himself to push his brothers away. His mother tried reconciling him, but it didn't work as well as she hoped.
4-5 Moons: Messykit grew grumpier, his personality morphing into a more grumpy and snappish one. Fuzzykit felt guilty but never tried talking yo his brother in fear of being hit like Flightkit. Around this time he had also been taking an interest in the Medicine cat den, venturing into the den that scented of warm herbs and honey.

|Apprentice|
Messykit turned 6 moons alongside Fuzzykit and Flightkit, and the three were called up to the meeting, all proud, but Messykit wearing his mask. Fuzzykit went first, stepping ahead of his brother's with a prideful stride, his tail straight and head high. He was renamed Fuzzypaw, and given Carpnose as a mentor. Flightkit stumbled ahead next, a bit more uneasy but just as straight and proud. Flightpaw, he was called, and given Tumblestone as his mentor. And then it was Messykit's turn..{"Messykit, please step forward." The leaders voice purred loud like thunder over the clearing, and Messykit strode forward with a straight face. He looked up expectantly, his eyes narrowed softly, almost challengingly in a sense. "Messykit, you have reached the age of 6 moons, and are now ready to train as a warrior. Your mentor will be Sagepool, and you are now know as Messypaw until you become a warrior."}
Medicine Cat Apprentice Alt
Messykit remembered approaching the medicine cat stiffly, but with a lifted nose and proud twitch of his ears, he requested she be his mentor. Fuzzykit and Flightkit were shocked at this endevor, but kept quiet about it. The meeting was called, and the cats gathered. Fuzzykit was called first, being given the name Fuzzypaw, and the mentor Carpnose. Fuzzykit seemed pleased in Messykit's eyes. Flightkit went next, his strides not as confident but still with ease. He was renamed Flightpaw, and assigned Tumblestone as his mentor. Then, it was Messykit's turn. He looked towards the medicine cat with hope, and stepped forward. {"Messykit, I've heard rumors that you want to become the Medicine cat apprentice?" The leader questioned gently, ears twitching. Messykit nodded without hesitation, ear flicking once, "Yes sir." He answered quietly, and the leader smiled lightly, "I hereby name you Messypaw, and you will train in the ways of a Medicine cat with Patchfoot."}

Messypaw from the beginning of his Medicine Cat Apprentice ship had trouble with cats shooting him down, as he had no true mentor to teach him the ways of the Medicine Cat. The closest he had to a mentor was Patchfoot; RiverClan's former Medicine Cat, and Maggotrill, ShadowClan's Medicine Cat. He was eager to prove himself, although this was hard with his attitude always speaking for him. Messypaw trained hard though, and soon he became a full medicine cat.

|Adult Medicine Cat|

Updated August 21st: Messyburr was proud from the moment he earned his name, feeling as though he was successful in showing that he could do it. So many cats had overlooked and doubted him because he had no proper mentor, but Messyburr rose above them. The tom finally felt content with this. After the merge of RiverClan and WindClan, he became close friends with Galebringer, WindClan's resident Medicine Cat. The two hit it off and soon Messyburr had another friend other than Dovestar. He later received a vision about a journey that would soon take place.

Messyburr was chosen to accompany the Champions, who would journey from the territories of the Clans in search of a cure for Dark Cough. It wasn't long into the journey when Minkfang had revealed himself, and insisted on joining them. Later into the journey a dog attacked the group and unfortunately the life of Lilypaw was taken. Messyburr honored the she-cat by giving her the name of 'Lilywhisper'.

|| Relationships ||

| Doesn't know well
| Kinda a Friend
| Acquaintance

| Friend
| Good Friend
| Best Friend

| Ex-crush
| Pity for
| Ex mate

| Respects
| Admires
| Worships Like A God

| Slight Crush
| Average Crush
| Huge crush

| Suspicious
| Questionable
| Eager To Know About

| lust
| Loves
| Mated / Had Kits With

| Creeped out
| Fear
| Stay Away Fear

ll Dislike | Distrust | Annoyance/Frustration
ll Hate
ll Loath

ll Like Brother l Sister l Mother l Father l Kit
ll Apprentice/Mentor
Mate
★ Dead
☆ Presumed dead
Family

[TempestClan]

Updated August 21st:

Dovestar - (colored dots being added soon)
"Dovestar is my best friend.....maybe my closest friend. She is always there for me as I am always there for her. She was the only one that had faith in me during my training. I'll never forget that."

Galebringer - (colored dots being added soon)
"Galebringer is probably my second closest friend. Its surprising because I hated his guts before, because he doubt my abilities more than any other feline. But now? Gosh. I don't know what I'd do without him."

-Edits being made as I look over RP's and such with other cats-

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[LightningClan]
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|| Role-play Information ||

Status: Open
Timezone: Eastern Standard Time

Availability
• {?} Chat Rp
• {?} Comment Rp
• {?} Note Rp
•✔️Skype Rp

✔= Yes | ✘= No | ?= Maybe

RP Example:

Lioncall's ears strained softly, listening as Sandstone agreed gingerly with him. The medicine cat let out a slight laugh, "I know you are no intruder, Sandstone." He murmured, "But I can never be too careful." He teased lightly, straightening.
He noted the feline studying him, and he shuffled softly as he thought of what she could possibly be thinking about. Lioncall knew she was probably relaying things Waterheart could've shared, such as how he had been so keen to help her despite Waterheart not wanting to take him on as an apprentice. He laughed a little at the thought, purring slightly to himself. He could picture her soft, silvery pelt, and her velvety white paws picking at herbs with that look of concentration he desired to achieve. She was so young. She was so young... Lioncall's eyes dulled slightly as he also recalled finding her, a motionless heap of fur in the midst if such a long battle. Her soft pelt torn, her sweet blue eyes clouded and glazed with death. The memory shook him to his roots, and he took a few deep breaths.
"I think Brightstar would be pleased to know I'm learning more." He said softly, trying to even out his shaking voice from the brief moment of pained grief. "I promised her I would be the greatest Medicine cat the clan has seen. I promised Waterheart that I would carry on in her name and not let her memory die." He tilted his head softly, sighing. "I know you can help me with that." He added in quietly, looking at her with a burning desire to follow that promise.

He looked at his sister, sniffing softly. If anything, he preferred she stay around, but he wouldn't want her to be bored either. "Maybe you can go catch some fish? I'm sure Waterhea—Sandstone, would be a bit hungry after traveling here from their camp." His pelt burned with embarrassment, hoping to have caught himself quick enough. He lightly nudged his sisters shoulder with his forehead, offering her a smile.

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