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edit 2: my bby got accepted!! ;v; changed her history slightly!!

edit 1: had to change her name bc it was taken :00 will update the name on her app soon!!

the bab is here :3cc

GENERAL

Name: Larchpaw

Gender: Female

Age: 8 moons

Rank: Apprentice

Clan: FrostClan

LOOKS

Brief Description: White she-cat with tabby orange patches, and a missing left eye.

Detailed Description: Larchpaw is a cream she-cat with light, orange tabby markings splotched all over. She ties a leaf and ferns over her scarred, missing left eye, and nicks can be seen in her ears. Her right eye is a pale, meadow green.

Breed: Japanese Bobtail x American Shorthair

PERSONAL

Personality: [ Courageous] [ Thankful] [ Selfless] [ Uneasy] [ Clumsy] [ Resentful]

Backstory: Kitten:
Larch grew up with her older brother, Fritz, almost her whole life. When she was young, they used to travel the forest together, just outside their small den. They lived in a small rook in the forest, hidden by ferns and leaves. Honey couldn't imagine a better home. Fresh air, food... it was everything she could dream for!
Then, the day came. Huge twoleg monsters crowded around the den, their loud engines rumbling in the once peaceful silence. They had huge, long stick-like things attached to them, with others having large things that spinned around with such speed, it was faster then a squirrel. Larch was terrified. Then, the large things began ramming into the den. Trees fell. Branches collapsed. The world seemed to spin around her as she skidded desperately to the den's once leafy entrance. Then, she heard a caterwaul come from inside the den. Fritz! She recognized the staggering meow of her brother. Was he hurt? Did the big yellow things get him?
She didn't have time to think of the milions of ways he could be hurt. She had to go, and quickly.

After a few days of grief, Larch left the relics of her den. She couldn't live alone like that. She had to keep going. She walked through the streets of houses, stampeded through the fast moving cities. Every so often she'd find a cardboard box to sleep in, but that was quite rare. Usually she had to deal with sleeping on the cold, hard stuff the ground was covered with.
One day, she was walking past some twoleg dens, when she felt something hard hit her. Sweeping around, she noticed a small rock at her paws. Had someone thrown this at her? Another pebble flung at her. She gazed around anxiously, confusion and fear hazing her gaze. Who was doing this?! More rocks began hitting her, making her yowl in agony each time. Then she saw it. Two twoleg kits, with sneers lining their faces. Her eyes narrowed with anger, and she hissed. That didn't scare them, though. They ran closer to her, and began kicking her with their hindpaws. Yowch! She screeched, fear and pain keeping her from moving. One of their paws hit her eye, and before you could say 'mouse', the world went black around her.

"Where am I?" Came a small, weak croak from Larch, as she slowly opened one eye. Why was only one eye open? Where was the other one? She quickly put her paw on the empty feeling on the left side of her face, and shuddered. Her eye wasn't there. The twoleg kits...
"You're in the shelter." Came a meow from a mouse length away from her. She looked up, focusing her one eye on the sound. Tall, metal bars stretched out in front of her, blocking her from the open. Looking around, she noticed a shaggy old tom in front of her, his voice croaking as he spoke, "You're stuck here." He snarled. Panic lit her gaze. W-what did he mean?
After talking with the tom a bit, she realized something at his last sentence, "If you don't get adopted, they'll put you down. Judging by your looks, that's what'll happen to you. You need to get outta here."
The words echoed her thoughts. She banged on the bars to her small box. Nothing.
Days of trying. It seemed like moons. Then someone came. The bars to her box slammed open, and two twoleg hands reached inside. The twoleg was accompanied by another twoleg, who was chattering with her.
The perfect chance to escape! With swift movements, Larch lashed out of the twoleg's arms, landing clumsily on the hard floor.
She ran. She ran like she never had before. Out the open door. Out of that small town. She needed to get out.
On her journey through the twoleg places, she noticed an odd reflection coming off the windows of a den. She padded closer, and closed her eyes with disbelief. Her left eye was still crusted with blood, and... her left eye was missing.

Young Adult / Apprenticeship / Present

Larch had gone past the twoleg places, and had moved on to the foresty trails that led up to a rocky mountain. Surely there was some shelter there. Along the way, she had come along some leaves and ferns, which she quickly patched over her scarring, missing eye.
Eventually, a patrol of... unusual cats spotted her. She ignored them for a few days, passing by them and pretending they were nothing, until one patrol caught her. After noticing her desperate face and scarred ears, they invited her into FrostClan, changing her name to Larchpaw.

Larchpaw still is quite uneasy of her new home, but she's slowly getting used to it with the help of the the apprentices. Sometimes she wonders if she'll ever see Fritz again...

MISC

Relationships:

= Family
= Respect |  = Admire
= Acquaintance |  = Friend
= Good Friend |  = Best Friend
= Attraction |  Love |  Mate
= Uncertain |  Uneasy
= Dislike |  Loathe/Hate
= Annoyed by |  Jealous
= Fear |  Neutral
Dead

Fritz:  |  | - "I miss him... I hope he's okay."

Trivia:

- Her paws are large

- She's blind and partially deaf on the left side of her face.

- She has nicks in her ears

- She's traumatized a bit

ROLEPLAYING

Your Timezone: (Canada) Pacific Time Zone

Roleplay example: [Taken from an rp with SilverLight13 ]

Willowpaw jumped as the she-cat slammed herself onto her back, and shook Acornpaw off with delight. “Heh, thanks.” She chuckled. Looking out a the vast trees, she realized with a start that the sun had completely set already, and the hints of dusk were beginning to appear, lighting the sky with a moonlit glow. “W-well, I should probably go now.” She purred. “Hailtail’ll be worried.” She sat up, before giving out a long stretch and yawn. “I’ll see ya around, Acornpaw.” She purred, getting to her paws. Willowpaw shivered as a cold breeze swept across her thin, black pelt, and she began to walk away. “See ya soon!” She called after her, before beginning to trudge back up to camp. Even if I lost Loudkit in the process, at least a have a possible new friend. She gasped as she nearly tripped on a tough rock, and picked herself up with a heavy sigh. Maybe we can be training buddies. She thought carefully. Just before reaching the entrance to the mostly asleep camp, she looked back at the beach. “Good night, Acornpaw.” She whispered half to herself as she turned away.

Description

edit 2: my bby got accepted!! ;v; changed her history slightly!!

edit 1: had to change her name bc it was taken :00 will update the name on her app soon!!

the bab is here :3cc

GENERAL

Name: Larchpaw

Gender: Female

Age: 8 moons

Rank: Apprentice

Clan: FrostClan

LOOKS

Brief Description: White she-cat with tabby orange patches, and a missing left eye.

Detailed Description: Larchpaw is a cream she-cat with light, orange tabby markings splotched all over. She ties a leaf and ferns over her scarred, missing left eye, and nicks can be seen in her ears. Her right eye is a pale, meadow green.

Breed: Japanese Bobtail x American Shorthair

PERSONAL

Personality: [ Courageous] [ Thankful] [ Selfless] [ Uneasy] [ Clumsy] [ Resentful]

Backstory: Kitten:
Larch grew up with her older brother, Fritz, almost her whole life. When she was young, they used to travel the forest together, just outside their small den. They lived in a small rook in the forest, hidden by ferns and leaves. Honey couldn't imagine a better home. Fresh air, food... it was everything she could dream for!
Then, the day came. Huge twoleg monsters crowded around the den, their loud engines rumbling in the once peaceful silence. They had huge, long stick-like things attached to them, with others having large things that spinned around with such speed, it was faster then a squirrel. Larch was terrified. Then, the large things began ramming into the den. Trees fell. Branches collapsed. The world seemed to spin around her as she skidded desperately to the den's once leafy entrance. Then, she heard a caterwaul come from inside the den. Fritz! She recognized the staggering meow of her brother. Was he hurt? Did the big yellow things get him?
She didn't have time to think of the milions of ways he could be hurt. She had to go, and quickly.

After a few days of grief, Larch left the relics of her den. She couldn't live alone like that. She had to keep going. She walked through the streets of houses, stampeded through the fast moving cities. Every so often she'd find a cardboard box to sleep in, but that was quite rare. Usually she had to deal with sleeping on the cold, hard stuff the ground was covered with.
One day, she was walking past some twoleg dens, when she felt something hard hit her. Sweeping around, she noticed a small rock at her paws. Had someone thrown this at her? Another pebble flung at her. She gazed around anxiously, confusion and fear hazing her gaze. Who was doing this?! More rocks began hitting her, making her yowl in agony each time. Then she saw it. Two twoleg kits, with sneers lining their faces. Her eyes narrowed with anger, and she hissed. That didn't scare them, though. They ran closer to her, and began kicking her with their hindpaws. Yowch! She screeched, fear and pain keeping her from moving. One of their paws hit her eye, and before you could say 'mouse', the world went black around her.

"Where am I?" Came a small, weak croak from Larch, as she slowly opened one eye. Why was only one eye open? Where was the other one? She quickly put her paw on the empty feeling on the left side of her face, and shuddered. Her eye wasn't there. The twoleg kits...
"You're in the shelter." Came a meow from a mouse length away from her. She looked up, focusing her one eye on the sound. Tall, metal bars stretched out in front of her, blocking her from the open. Looking around, she noticed a shaggy old tom in front of her, his voice croaking as he spoke, "You're stuck here." He snarled. Panic lit her gaze. W-what did he mean?
After talking with the tom a bit, she realized something at his last sentence, "If you don't get adopted, they'll put you down. Judging by your looks, that's what'll happen to you. You need to get outta here."
The words echoed her thoughts. She banged on the bars to her small box. Nothing.
Days of trying. It seemed like moons. Then someone came. The bars to her box slammed open, and two twoleg hands reached inside. The twoleg was accompanied by another twoleg, who was chattering with her.
The perfect chance to escape! With swift movements, Larch lashed out of the twoleg's arms, landing clumsily on the hard floor.
She ran. She ran like she never had before. Out the open door. Out of that small town. She needed to get out.
On her journey through the twoleg places, she noticed an odd reflection coming off the windows of a den. She padded closer, and closed her eyes with disbelief. Her left eye was still crusted with blood, and... her left eye was missing.

Young Adult / Apprenticeship / Present

Larch had gone past the twoleg places, and had moved on to the foresty trails that led up to a rocky mountain. Surely there was some shelter there. Along the way, she had come along some leaves and ferns, which she quickly patched over her scarring, missing eye.
Eventually, a patrol of... unusual cats spotted her. She ignored them for a few days, passing by them and pretending they were nothing, until one patrol caught her. After noticing her desperate face and scarred ears, they invited her into FrostClan, changing her name to Larchpaw.

Larchpaw still is quite uneasy of her new home, but she's slowly getting used to it with the help of the the apprentices. Sometimes she wonders if she'll ever see Fritz again...

MISC

Relationships:

= Family
= Respect |  = Admire
= Acquaintance |  = Friend
= Good Friend |  = Best Friend
= Attraction |  Love |  Mate
= Uncertain |  Uneasy
= Dislike |  Loathe/Hate
= Annoyed by |  Jealous
= Fear |  Neutral
Dead

Fritz:  |  | - "I miss him... I hope he's okay."

Trivia:

- Her paws are large

- She's blind and partially deaf on the left side of her face.

- She has nicks in her ears

- She's traumatized a bit

ROLEPLAYING

Your Timezone: (Canada) Pacific Time Zone

Roleplay example: [Taken from an rp with SilverLight13 ]

Willowpaw jumped as the she-cat slammed herself onto her back, and shook Acornpaw off with delight. “Heh, thanks.” She chuckled. Looking out a the vast trees, she realized with a start that the sun had completely set already, and the hints of dusk were beginning to appear, lighting the sky with a moonlit glow. “W-well, I should probably go now.” She purred. “Hailtail’ll be worried.” She sat up, before giving out a long stretch and yawn. “I’ll see ya around, Acornpaw.” She purred, getting to her paws. Willowpaw shivered as a cold breeze swept across her thin, black pelt, and she began to walk away. “See ya soon!” She called after her, before beginning to trudge back up to camp. Even if I lost Loudkit in the process, at least a have a possible new friend. She gasped as she nearly tripped on a tough rock, and picked herself up with a heavy sigh. Maybe we can be training buddies. She thought carefully. Just before reaching the entrance to the mostly asleep camp, she looked back at the beach. “Good night, Acornpaw.” She whispered half to herself as she turned away.