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Here's my RLK Adopt, Oscar: ADOPTED! -- Oscar

Name: Oscar | Warmpaw | Warmshout
Gender: Tom | Orientation: Straight

Clan: PebbleClan | Rank: Kittypet | Apprentice

DOB: 15/01/15 | AC: coming... | WC: coming...
Mentor: ?
Apprentice: N/A

|| PERSONALITY ||

{Fun Loving}{Jolly}{Humorous}{Rude}{Lazy}{Rebellious}
Will expand once i understand him more.

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|| DESCRIPTION ||

Breed: American Shorthair Moggy

Pelt: Orange classic tabby and white

Eyes: Deep, watery blue

Voice: later maybe

Scent: Twolegs/grass

Nose/Paw Pads: Bright pink

Scars: None

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|| STATS ||
Non-Battle Related

Hunting: Excellent for a kittypet

Socializing: Pretty good but he's loud and a little obnoxious. He tends to get along with younger cats more than older ones.

Parenting: N/A

Swimming: Pretty bad

Snowy Conditions: Decent. He likes playing in the snow but he doesn't really know how to spend long times in the snow

Climbing: Good, although mostly with fences and trees, not so much cliffs

Night-Vision: Average.

Focus: Decent.

Cleanliness: Fairly messy. He'll groom every so often but mostly doesn't care.

Other Facts:
- He's right pawed.
- HE IS VERY LOUD

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||HISTORY||

As a Kittypet
Oscar was born in a tiny little neighborhood to a young couple owned by a family of twolegs. His mother, Rita, a chocolate point Siamese, and his father, Rojo, a fluffy ginger tabby, loved their kittens dearly and while the kittens were young, they spent every moment playing together. However, he, his brother and their two sisters were quickly given to neighbors and relatives. Their parents were fine with it though. Their other litter had been given away and they knew they would see them often enough. Little Oscar was gifted to his owner's cousins, a hispanic family who lived on the edge of a tiny patch of forest. There he met his older brother, Chip, a lazy tom who loved to rest and watch the birds on the lawn. Oscar was a bit more active although he learned from his brother how to relax. He spent his days exploring, napping, hunting birds to give to his owners and Chip and wrestling with the twoleg kits. Not a lot happened in the little, run down house. Days were quiet unless the twoleg's family was over. That was when it got really loud and although he was scared of so many people at first, his parents were always brought over when their owners visited and he learned to enjoy the company.

Kidnapped
One evening, Oscar was exploring the tiny patch of woods in the middle of the neighborhood when a group of twoleg teenagers wandered by and began to pick on him. They seemed wobbly on their feet and Oscar had learned to avoid the twolegs that wobbled and slurred their yowls. The threw cans at him and shouted. Unfortunately, he got trapped against a wall he was unable to climb. They poked him with their toes and laughed groggily, looming over him. Anxious, he mad one last attempt to run but one snagged him by his tail. He cried out for help but Chip was probably asleep. The twolegs swung him around and he couldn't manage to reach them with his claws, finding himself helpless. One twoleg produced a plastic bag and they put him inside, holding it closed with their paws. Oscar was terrified and he grew extremely worried when they carried him into their monster and started it up, driving wobbly for a long time. The bag was sticky and smelled disgusting, reeking of the liquid that made the twolegs so clumbsy and strange. They emerged from the monster and suddenly Oscar was flying through the air and the sack landed in water, sinking down into the river. Luckily for Oscar, the twolegs hadn't tied the bag shut and he was able to swim out. He was a terrible swimmer and was barely able to make his way to the opposite shore. Wet and scared and far from home, Oscar ran into the moonlit forest.

Wandering
Oscar managed, through some miracle, to escape the watery grave the twolegs had served upon him, and instead found himself free for perhaps the first time in his young life. He was able to figure out how to survive on his own, adapting hunting skills and tracking skills with no one to help him. Meeting a few cats along the way, some were friendly, like Dusty, and others were rather unhelpful, Oscar continued to live on his own until the arrival of some odd groups of cats. The swept over the forest, and he stayed out of their way, until a young she-cat by the name of Swanpaw found him.

It seemed a fine friendship to strike up, and the two hunted together before she made an offer that seemed tensely balanced-to join these odd cats. To live in a group...to get to know her and be safe in numbers. There were positives and negatives both to be weighed, but in the end, he chose to follow her back to face the judgment of Chillstar, where he was grudgingly accepted into the Clan after Swanpaw defended him.

A New Home
Becoming a Clan cat wasn't easy, and Oscar had just barely been getting used to his new title of Warmpaw when war broke out across the groups of cats...some cat named Dreamstar? Was killing kits and queens and elders as well as warriors? It was horrific, but he luckily did not have to face battle, remaining to guard camp alongside Swanpaw, where they had one another's backs.

Now that the war is over, Warmpaw isn't entirely sure what to expect, having not quite gotten used to the Clan he'd been in, and now suddenly in a new one with more cats to meet and learn the names of, and so much tension in the air.
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||RELATIONSHIPS||

IMPORTANT
Mate: n/a

Kits: n/a
Parents: Mother - Rita | Father - Rojo

Littermates: 1st Litter - Tiger, Chip, Rosa. 2nd Litter - Rosa, Gloria, Manny.
Other:

KEY:
ll No opinion / neutral
ll Acquaintance

ll Friend
ll Good Friend
ll Best Friend

ll Ex-Crush
ll Pity For
ll Ex-Mate

ll Distant relative
ll Relative
ll Close Relative

ll Small Crush
ll Average Crush

ll Major Crush

ll Suspicious
ll Questionable
ll Interested in / Curious about

ll Lust
ll Love

ll Respect
ll Fear
ll Terrified of

ll Dislike
ll Hatred
ll Wants Dead / Loath

ll Family by choice

|| Physical attraction

|| Sexual lust

|| Mate

Dead

PEBBLECLAN

MOONCLAN

SNOWCLAN

DAWNCLAN

FIRECLAN

Trivia!

Description
Here's my RLK Adopt, Oscar: ADOPTED! -- Oscar

Name: Oscar | Warmpaw | Warmshout
Gender: Tom | Orientation: Straight

Clan: PebbleClan | Rank: Kittypet | Apprentice

DOB: 15/01/15 | AC: coming... | WC: coming...
Mentor: ?
Apprentice: N/A

|| PERSONALITY ||

{Fun Loving}{Jolly}{Humorous}{Rude}{Lazy}{Rebellious}
Will expand once i understand him more.

----

|| DESCRIPTION ||

Breed: American Shorthair Moggy

Pelt: Orange classic tabby and white

Eyes: Deep, watery blue

Voice: later maybe

Scent: Twolegs/grass

Nose/Paw Pads: Bright pink

Scars: None

----

|| STATS ||
Non-Battle Related

Hunting: Excellent for a kittypet

Socializing: Pretty good but he's loud and a little obnoxious. He tends to get along with younger cats more than older ones.

Parenting: N/A

Swimming: Pretty bad

Snowy Conditions: Decent. He likes playing in the snow but he doesn't really know how to spend long times in the snow

Climbing: Good, although mostly with fences and trees, not so much cliffs

Night-Vision: Average.

Focus: Decent.

Cleanliness: Fairly messy. He'll groom every so often but mostly doesn't care.

Other Facts:
- He's right pawed.
- HE IS VERY LOUD

----

||HISTORY||

As a Kittypet
Oscar was born in a tiny little neighborhood to a young couple owned by a family of twolegs. His mother, Rita, a chocolate point Siamese, and his father, Rojo, a fluffy ginger tabby, loved their kittens dearly and while the kittens were young, they spent every moment playing together. However, he, his brother and their two sisters were quickly given to neighbors and relatives. Their parents were fine with it though. Their other litter had been given away and they knew they would see them often enough. Little Oscar was gifted to his owner's cousins, a hispanic family who lived on the edge of a tiny patch of forest. There he met his older brother, Chip, a lazy tom who loved to rest and watch the birds on the lawn. Oscar was a bit more active although he learned from his brother how to relax. He spent his days exploring, napping, hunting birds to give to his owners and Chip and wrestling with the twoleg kits. Not a lot happened in the little, run down house. Days were quiet unless the twoleg's family was over. That was when it got really loud and although he was scared of so many people at first, his parents were always brought over when their owners visited and he learned to enjoy the company.

Kidnapped
One evening, Oscar was exploring the tiny patch of woods in the middle of the neighborhood when a group of twoleg teenagers wandered by and began to pick on him. They seemed wobbly on their feet and Oscar had learned to avoid the twolegs that wobbled and slurred their yowls. The threw cans at him and shouted. Unfortunately, he got trapped against a wall he was unable to climb. They poked him with their toes and laughed groggily, looming over him. Anxious, he mad one last attempt to run but one snagged him by his tail. He cried out for help but Chip was probably asleep. The twolegs swung him around and he couldn't manage to reach them with his claws, finding himself helpless. One twoleg produced a plastic bag and they put him inside, holding it closed with their paws. Oscar was terrified and he grew extremely worried when they carried him into their monster and started it up, driving wobbly for a long time. The bag was sticky and smelled disgusting, reeking of the liquid that made the twolegs so clumbsy and strange. They emerged from the monster and suddenly Oscar was flying through the air and the sack landed in water, sinking down into the river. Luckily for Oscar, the twolegs hadn't tied the bag shut and he was able to swim out. He was a terrible swimmer and was barely able to make his way to the opposite shore. Wet and scared and far from home, Oscar ran into the moonlit forest.

Wandering
Oscar managed, through some miracle, to escape the watery grave the twolegs had served upon him, and instead found himself free for perhaps the first time in his young life. He was able to figure out how to survive on his own, adapting hunting skills and tracking skills with no one to help him. Meeting a few cats along the way, some were friendly, like Dusty, and others were rather unhelpful, Oscar continued to live on his own until the arrival of some odd groups of cats. The swept over the forest, and he stayed out of their way, until a young she-cat by the name of Swanpaw found him.

It seemed a fine friendship to strike up, and the two hunted together before she made an offer that seemed tensely balanced-to join these odd cats. To live in a group...to get to know her and be safe in numbers. There were positives and negatives both to be weighed, but in the end, he chose to follow her back to face the judgment of Chillstar, where he was grudgingly accepted into the Clan after Swanpaw defended him.

A New Home
Becoming a Clan cat wasn't easy, and Oscar had just barely been getting used to his new title of Warmpaw when war broke out across the groups of cats...some cat named Dreamstar? Was killing kits and queens and elders as well as warriors? It was horrific, but he luckily did not have to face battle, remaining to guard camp alongside Swanpaw, where they had one another's backs.

Now that the war is over, Warmpaw isn't entirely sure what to expect, having not quite gotten used to the Clan he'd been in, and now suddenly in a new one with more cats to meet and learn the names of, and so much tension in the air.
----

||RELATIONSHIPS||

IMPORTANT
Mate: n/a

Kits: n/a
Parents: Mother - Rita | Father - Rojo

Littermates: 1st Litter - Tiger, Chip, Rosa. 2nd Litter - Rosa, Gloria, Manny.
Other:

KEY:
ll No opinion / neutral
ll Acquaintance

ll Friend
ll Good Friend
ll Best Friend

ll Ex-Crush
ll Pity For
ll Ex-Mate

ll Distant relative
ll Relative
ll Close Relative

ll Small Crush
ll Average Crush

ll Major Crush

ll Suspicious
ll Questionable
ll Interested in / Curious about

ll Lust
ll Love

ll Respect
ll Fear
ll Terrified of

ll Dislike
ll Hatred
ll Wants Dead / Loath

ll Family by choice

|| Physical attraction

|| Sexual lust

|| Mate

Dead

PEBBLECLAN

MOONCLAN

SNOWCLAN

DAWNCLAN

FIRECLAN

Trivia!