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Description
"I've been having these weird dreams lately, like of another forest, another time, another life..."
.:: || GENERAL || ::.
Name:
|| Patchkit | Patchpaw | Patchfall ||
Name Meanings
Patch- After Patchstar
-paw standard suffix for apprentices
Sex: Female
Gender: She-Cat (She/her/hers)
Attracted To: Toms or She-Cats ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Born: May 15, 2015
Apprentice Ceremony: Nov 4, 2015
Warrior Ceremony: n/a
Clan: MoonClan
Rank: apprentice
Mentor: Pouncestrike
Apprentices: n/a
.:: || PERSONALITY and DESCRIPTION || ::.
ALIGNMENT: TRUE NEUTRAL
A neutral character does what seems to be a good idea. She doesn't feel strongly one way or the other when it comes to good vs. evil or law vs. chaos. Most neutral characters exhibit a lack of conviction or bias rather than a commitment to neutrality. Such a character thinks of good as better than evil-after all, she would rather have good neighbors and rulers than evil ones. Still, she's not personally committed to upholding good in any abstract or universal way.
{Caring} {Humorous} {Clever} {Childish} {Creative}
Patchpaw always puts others first. She's very empathetic to others and is sensitive to their feelings.
She goes out of her way to make sure everyone is having a good time,
even at the cost of her own happiness. This often causes her to overstress.
She likes to make others laugh. She's very sarcastic, and sometimes her jokes come
off as a little mean, though she never intends them to. Making others smile is one of her favorite things.
She is very intelligent and quite the problem solver. She likes to learn all she can about a subject,
and often bores others as she rambles about them for hours.
Never wanting to grow up, Patchpaw does have quite a naive side to her, and
constantly acts kittish even in serious situations. She has a special "kit voice" she does when she
tries to be extra cute.
Patchpaw is very imaginitive. She enjoys coming up with stories. She sees the world as a beautiful place.
If she could, she would be quite the artist.
Pelt: tortie-and-white
Breed: Moggy, mostly domestic shorthair, with some somali/other
Eyes: Green
Voice: mine :3
Scent: Dew on grass | Lavender
Scars: only small ones hidden by her fur
.:: || HISTORY || ::.
May 15th, 2015 :: Born || Patchkit
- Born to Redwillow and Clearspirit with her siblings Havenkit, Scorchkit, Joltkit, and Maplekit.
- Her mother Redwillow died due to blood loss after giving birth to them.
- The forest caught on fire due to young twolegs playing with Sky Flowers.
- Her father Clearspirit died evacuating them from camp.
-Went on the journey to new territory.
November 5th, 2015 :: Apprentice Ceremony || Patchpaw
- All of her littermates moved to RainClan.
- Given Pouncestrike as a mentor.
- Dreamfrost, Falconscreech, and Venomgrin attacked RainClan.
- Her littermates Maplepaw and Scorchpaw were killed by Dreamfrost in her takeover.
- Joltpaw returned to MoonClan. He seems to have some sort of secret.
- Fought in the war to defeat Dreamfrost.
- Her brother Joltpaw was made a warrior early for his accomplishments in battle. Patchpaw is happy for him.
- Joltpaw was named deputy to of MoonClan to Fallenstar. Patchpaw can't help but feel this is familiar.
- Starts having strange dreams.
.:: Warriorhood ::.
n/a
.:: || RELATIONSHIPS || ::.
.:: Mate and Kits ::.
|| n/a||
|| Kits .::. n/a ||
.:: Immediate Family ::.
Father: Clearspirit
Mother: Redwillow
Littermates: Joltblaze, Havenpaw, Maplepaw and Scorchpaw
.:: GrandParents ::.
Paternal: Spiderstep, Jadesnow
Maternal: Sorrelfox, Willowpool
.:: Other ::.
Patchstar's Line | Joltflash's Line | NightHiccupBerry Line | Sorrelfox's Lines
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.:: Friends ::.
.:: || ROLEPLAY || ::.
Because I'm always busy with other Guild things, I don't always respond quickly!
Time-Zone: Mountain (Salt Lake City)
Notes: Are fine, but I may take a while to respond
Facebook: Preferred! Note me for my info.
Text: Preferred! Note me for my #.
Skype: I'm never on
Comments: They get buried easily! I may take a while to respond.
.:: || TRIVIA || ::.
* She's the reincarnation of Patchstar
* Her design is way complicated and its ok if you dont get it right (I dont!)
* She's based on me; therefore her human name is Jess
* Hogwarts house is Slytherin
* Derse Dreamer ;; Seer of Void
* She is the first generation of kits that merged Patchstar and Joltflash's lines
* Theme Song: Sanctuary -- Hikaru Utada
*She has no friends and is very lonely
Patchpaw belongs to (c) me Nixhil / PatchyFallenstar
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whispers technically this is her first design laughs
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Yes plz ;u; Can you start?
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[Of course.]
Falconpaw sat idly in the shade, his blue-green eyes half-closed in contentment. The heat was still overwhelming and exhausting, but the tabby was growing accustomed to it now, so it did not bother him as much. His eyes flickered to the apprentices' den almost longingly. Dreampaw and Wishspirit had gone out to train, leaving Falconpaw to sit boredly in the middle of camp. Why did he have to have an elderly warrior for a mentor? At first, the tabby had been excited to have his father's former mentor, but getting the tom out of his nest was a training session within itself. They hardly went out because Eagletalon could not go too far. He should be in the elders' den, Falconpaw sniffed. Dreampaw had been right. True, the elderly warrior had a few good words of advise, but there was hardly any hands-on training to be had.
His gaze wandered across the camp aimlessly once more... until he espied an auburn-colored pelt emerge from the nursery. One of Clearspirit's kits, the one he hadn't had the opportunity to meet. Splotchkit? Specklekit? What was her name? Oh, right – Patchkit!
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Patchkit tottered sleepily out of the Nursery, hoping to soak up some rays of sunshine and maybe steal a mouse while her father wasn't looking. Keeping her eyes open after such a long nap was proving difficult, and she nearly ran into a tree.
"Sorry," she whispered to the tree, as if she'd been impolite.
Making a point to open her eyes and walk towards the actual fresh-kill pile, she pawed through it boredly, looking for any piece of prey that looked good. None seemed to catch her eye, possibly because she wasn't actually hungry, and possibly because half of them were all covered in feathers; that took too long to pluck before one could even take a bite.
In her sleepy half-awake mode, she didn't hear anyone approach...
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Falconpaw had been sprawled at the mouth of the leader's den, his chin resting on his outstretched forepaws, as he watched the camp with evident disinterest. He had trained earlier that day with Eagletalon, mostly learning about hunting and the basics – easy. Too easy, but when he tried to bring it up with his mentor, the tabby warrior simply said, "You need the basics. They're the foundation upon everything else you learn will grow." Falconpaw didn't bother with complaining, though he grudgingly went through the routines and techniques, letting them sink into muscle memory and instinct.
He lifted his head when a kit came half-trotting, half-trudging out of the nursery, her paws dragging on the forest floor and scuffling dirt and dust. Her pelt was a delicate dance of caramels and auburns, with smudges of black as well as splashes and streaks of cream. Her intricate pelt was of medium length, though her tail sailed around like a giant plume. Like a squirrel's tail. She was a whisker-length from a nearby tree when she jerked awake. The she-kit muttered something before making her way to the fresh-kill pile, pawing through it halfheartedly.
Falconpaw's eyes narrowed slightly, and he got to his paws. He walked over to her, sidling up by her haunch before meowing, "Aren't you supposed to have a queen out here with you?"
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Startled, Patchkit jumped and whirled around to meet her attacker, her mixture of colors that made up her pelt fluffed out to twice her normal size, giving her an appearance of a very menacing...fluffball. Her claws extended as she slipped on a stray feather near the fresh-kill pile, falling and landing among the squishy bodies of what would be someone's next meal.
"I! Uh!" she squeaked, her eyes round like black moons, "I-I didn't want to bother them, and uh, I am, um, you see, well, actually--" her mouth ran a million times a minute, trying to come up with an excuse. The queens in the Nursery weren't her mother, and Clearspirit was out on a dawn patrol or something, so she was essentially unsupervised. Would that be enough?
She finally looked over the tom that had scared her, and realized he wasn't a warrior, but probably one of the older apprentices. He almost looked like Fallenstar, which was who she originally thought it was -- a sigh of relief to find it was likely his son, Falconpaw. He was still very muscular, obviously an apprentice who took training seriously, maybe a bit too seriously...his tabby pelt was dappled with shades of grey, accented by the dappled sunlight that streamed into their camp, making him appear to have more colors than he actually did. A distinctive white blaze went up his muzzle between his intense green eyes, and she realized she still hadn't answered his question.
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Falconpaw's ears flicked backwards as the kit slipped unceremoniously and fell into the fresh-kill pile. She was in a state of fight-or-flight, unable to get her bearings. For a moment, she just sat there, her eyes as wide as moons. "I-I didn't want to bother them, and uh, I am, um, you see, well, actually–" The tabby's whiskers quivered - the only sign of amusement until...Falconpaw's ears twitched before he let an easy smile curl his lips upwards.
"Sorry," the tabby meowed. "Didn't mean to sneak up on you." Then again, kits always seemed so oblivious and ignorant. He didn't blame her for getting so easily spooked. "I'm Falconpaw... let me help you out of there." He reached over and pawed a squirrel off the patched she-cat's back before shuffling more prey from her paws. "That was quite a spill," he added with a grin.
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(scREAMS im so sorry this is so late)
Her chest continued to flutter with her quick, shallow breaths as she regained her footing, thanks to Falconpaw's help. She wasn't sure whether to tell him it was okay he snuck up on her, or to thank him for helping her, and in the confusion her words got jumbled together and came out in the mess of a sentence: "Thank you for sneaking up on me."
Her eyes glazed over as she realized what she'd said. Dear StarClan, just kill me now, she thought, This apprentice is going to think I'm such a mouse-brain! Even though she didn't know him well, Patchkit felt like Falconpaw was a very confident cat. She wished she was the same, and then she realized he had said something else to her and she hadn't caught it until just now.
"I............" she began, trying to explain herself once more, before finally lowering her head in shame. "I'm sorry. I'm just...I get nervous sometimes and....StarClan, you must think I'm such a dope."
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He could see she was obviously flustered, tumbling over her words like they were moss-covered stones in her path. In a mess of a sentence, the tawny-brown patched she-kit mewed: "Thank you for sneaking up on me." What in StarClan's name... Falconpaw, be nice, he reprimanded himself. "I..." she began, trying to explain herself once more, before finally lowering her head in shame. "I'm sorry. I'm just... I get nervous sometimes and... StarClan, you must think I'm such a dope."
Falconpaw nodded. "You know, I know someone like you. Her name's Fernsplash. She was just recently named a warrior, but she's still kit-like in most aspects – mostly temperament and energy." He nosed one last critter out of her way before offering her another reassuring smile. "I enjoy her company, so I'm sure you'll turn out just fine. You just have... low self-esteem." His tail flicked invitingly. "Why don't I show you a hunter's crouch? Maybe doing a few exercises will help you wake up a bit more, yeah?"
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Fernsplash. The name seemed familiar, but she couldn't place a face to the name. She looked at her paws as Falconpaw described this cat as kit-like -- so, he did think she was a dope, here she was, almost an apprentice...but still acting like a kit! But he did speak fondly of this Fernsplash, so maybe there was some hope.
With the invitation to learn the Hunter's Crouch, Patchkit's green eyes widened. "I!" she exclaimed, "I would love that! That would be amazing!"
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Falconpaw couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm. "All right. Do it with me, then." The tabby lowered himself to the ground, head and tail held low. "Depending on what the territory is like, you'll have to watch your tail so it doesn't lash around and alert prey. Usually, we get as small as we can and find things to help obscure us," he instructed. "Keep your ears flat against you head once you can see your prey. If you're too far to see it, then you have to use your ears and divide your weight evenly to all of your paws so you can advance undetected." Falconpaw moved forward, lifting his paws in turn and settling his weight on his haunches. Once he was within a fox-length of a fallen leaf, his muscles tensed and he sprang forwards, planting his forepaws on the inanimate object.
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Patchpaw followed his instructions as best she could, finding it a bit difficult to keep her balance and not move her tail. Who knew hunting was so hard?
She tried to follow him forward, looking to pounce on a similar leaf, but her paws brushed against the ground loudly and uncomfortably. She frowned, her ears flat against her head, and tried again. This time, Patchpaw didnt have any trouble stalking forward, and prepared to pounce like Falconpaw had. She lept, but was just shy of the leaf by a whisker or two.
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(Isn't she still a kit in this rolepay?)
He was impressed by her quick adjustment, how she knew she was struggling and changed her footing ever so slightly so she could walk silently and easily. He could see that she was not using her tail. "You can use your tail for balance if you need to," he meowed. "Just don't let if quiver or flick around." Blinking thoughtfully the tabby tom watched, settled now on his haunches, as she pounced, following his example. "Now... try pouncing again. The only way to know how much power you should put into your pounce is by practicing different speeds and lengths."
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((WHOOPS I think you're right. Haha I'm so used to calling her an apprentice now. Pretend i said "kit")
"Oh, okay," Patchkit mewed, trying to get control over her tail. How was she supposed to use it but not...use it?
She tried again, her tail steady, sticking straight out like a stick as she circled back around. Patchkit lowered herself even more, readying herself to pounce, and tried again when she was a little closer. This time, she overshot, and squeaked as she tried to readjust in mid-air to land on the leaf. Mostly though, she just ended up turning herself awkwardly and landing backwards, her paws not ready for the landing, and she ended up tumbling onto her haunches.
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His ears twitched with amusement when Patchkit held her tail out straight. It was more like she had a stick stuck to her rump rather than a tail. He was about to say something about letting it move a little bit for balance's sake when she lowered herself. Falconpaw watched as she sprang after getting closer to her quarry. This time, however, she miscalculated her pounce. She twisted awkwardly in mid air in a futile attempt to correct herself, and somehow skidded and tumbled onto her haunches. The tabby's ears flicked back in alarm. "Are you okay?" he asked, pacing up to her.
She looked stunned and embarrassed. "You caught yourself," he assured her, "Which is more important than catching your target. If you practice incorrect techniques, you will never succeed... well, maybe in lucky occasions. This is the time to make mistakes and improve..." Falconpaw nudged her gently, encouragingly. "And I won't say anything. Promise. Now, try again. I'll walk you through it, and I'll help you make corrections before you make the leap when I can."
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"I...yeah, I'm fine," Patchkit frowned, scolding herself mentally. Why can't I get this stupid move right? She growled at herself, frowning. Great, Falconscreech probably thinks she's useless. Nothing would stop him from going to Fallenstar and telling him not to let Patchkit become an apprentice.
The tortoiseshell kitten picked herself up bravely, trying to keep tears from coming to light. Falconscreech was encouraging, so maybe he was sincere, especially as he told her he wouldn't judge. The patched MoonClanner felt better, and nodded, promising to try again.
She circled around again, feeling dirt clinging to her fur where she had fallen. She stuck her tail straight out lick a stick again and paced around, crouching when she felt ready. Instead of leaping, she waited for Falconscreech to say something. "Like this?" she squeaked.
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Falconpaw watched approvingly as the tortoiseshell she-kit got back to her paws, trying her best to put on a brave face. He could see the struggle in her eyes, her posture, as she fought back tears of embarassment. He pretended not to notice them, for Patchkit's sake. Such a fragile soul she had. For some reason he liked it. So different from Dreampaw and Fernsplash. Maybe it was the vulnerability she so plainly wore on her sleeve – it delved into him and drew forth a need to watch over her, encourage her.
Patchkit nodded, looking more confident, after he spoke his words of encouragement. He bit his lip as the patched she-cat stuck her tail straight out behind her. It looked like a stick there. Falconpaw padded over to her, dropping into a similar crouch when she checked for his approval. "All right," he meowed, "You can use your tail for balance. Just don't lash it around when you get excited." The tabby allowed his tail some flexibility, mobility instead of holding ramrod straight. "Remember, balance only. Now, follow along." He took a quiet step forwards then paused and waited for her to follow his example.
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Patchkit watched intently as Falconpaw dropped into a crouch as well and demonstrated what she ought to do. She relaxed her tail slightly, feeling a bit relieved that Falconpaw was being so patient with her. Balance, she reminded herself, keeping her tail relaxed but not waving it around. She placed a paw ahead, and then another, making sure to use her tail so as not to wobble. She shook only slightly just because of nerves, but she looked up at Falconpaw when she'd caught up to him, unable to keep a smile from lighting up her face.
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I've lost inspiration with this roleplay.
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Oh, okay. We can stop it then
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*screams*
PATCHY
NO
STOP
ALL OF THE LITTLE PATCHES ARE CUTE HOW DHARE YOU
the heart.
my heart
why do you do this to me
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OMG SHE HAS THE HEART ON HER HIP
PATCHY
PATCHY MY BABY
okay can um Timid like co-mother these babies just so i can say Patchy's granddaughter-in-law is now her mother too lololol
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she might have to now that Reddie's gone ;O;
//totally not comment stalking
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THE BAE-BY
yes yes so much yes
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BAE-BY YES
okay yay ;w;
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So pretty! I'll have to do hypos with her~
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But first... I'll have to get better with coloring and blending the colors. xD
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UM BABE THIS IS SO SUDDEN
I love you too bruh
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you're beautiful
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oh gosh //w\\
you are too ;D
so are all your TWG baes hhhhhhhhh
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HHHHHH
VERY WELCOME <"33
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