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Name: Eric, Schönheit Hovedstaden
Breakdown: Eric, Schönheit Hovedstaden: Eric, Beauty of Hovedstaden. A show name, the beginging derived from his mother, and Hovedstaden being the place of his father
Past Names: None
Nicknames: Eric

Sex:
Gender:Male
Pronouns:He, His

Age: 6-12 moons
Birth season:Winter

Rank: Kitty pet, Show cat

Clan: Kitty pet/none
Blood line:Kittypet/Kittypet

Breed: Pure breed main coon
Build:slight, thin, but healthy

Description: Young Dark brown tom cat with lighter unders and sky blue eyes

Fur texture:dense, soft and thick

Eye color:sky blue

Scent:clean, like two-legs

Accessories:A pink color with a gold tag with his name on it
Scars:None. Delicate snowflake is delicate

Disabilities: None

Relationships

Family:

Mother: Schone, Schonheit Munich
Father: NPC
Acting Father: Toby
Full siblings:
Sisters:Anastasia/coalpaw, Adalaide, Elizabeth
Brothers:
Half siblings: none
Sisters:
Brothers:

Maternal:

Aunt: none
Uncle: none

Cousins: none

Paternal:

Aunt: none
Uncle: none

Cousins: none

Relatioships:

Sexuality: Homosexual

->monogamist

Activity: to young
Crushes: none

Mate: none
Kits:none

Preferences:

Apprentice/Mentor
Family
Dead

Unsure
Acquaintance
Respect
bulletpurple: Amire
Likes (Non-sexually)
Friend
Close Friend
Best Friend
:bullepink:Fancy
Crush
Serious Crush
Lust
Love
Mate
Discomfort
Fear
Dislikes
Hate
Wishes Dead

Feeling(s)|Cat|Clan|Thoughts

|Schone|Kittypet| "moma is the best! She's so pretty, so i'm pretty because i look just like her! she is so cool, I hope i can be a great show cat like her one day!"

|Bio-dad|Kittypet/NPC| "Mom says he's Danish!...what's a danish?"

|Toby|Kittypet|"he's awesome! he showed me the 'proper' technique for catching ribbons, I get them every time now!"

|Elzabeth|Kittypet|Pending...

|Adalaide|Kittypet|Pending...

|Anastasia|Kittypet|Pending...

Personality:
[| | ]

Snotty:
Eric likes to show off. Be it the ribbon he captured from the two leg kittens to his awesomely beautiful stripes, because he looks just like his mom and mom is cool. He prances about the house like the best thing since sliced bread, he knows he comes form a long line of pure breeds, and he's named after royalty no less, so that means he meant for greatness. He's glad to stick his nose up at anything he thinks is beneath him. This particularly goes for other kittens. He is the poster child for spoiled and snooty. He doesn't get along well with others as they tend to think he's annoying and stuck in the spot light. Which he is.

Spoiled:
Eric had been spoiled since he was kitted. Never has he been told no, his parents and two legs have fed him with a silver spoon. From lounging on velvet couches to a rhinestone collar, Eric has it all, and he wouldn't have it any other way. He even has a dish with his name on it, even though he can't actually eat from it yet, he definitely will be enjoying that in the future though. Unlike some of his other siblings, Eric is more passive aggressive about getting what he wants. He doesn't cry or whine, unless its his mother because that just melts her heart, but instead he knows exactly how to get to each person in their own way to get what he wants, like tearing up the furniture to get a new scratching post.

Charming:
Eric is definitely a little gentlemen. He is naturally loud and outgoing. He's outspoken and never runs out of things to say and can babble on about anything for what seems like hours and make it sound like the most interesting thing you have ever heard. He is good looking, more on the cute and adorable side of the spectrum for now, and he will use that to his advantage without a second thought. His mother has taught him all the right things to say, say your name before asking for someone else's, always invite them in, ask about their day, smile, sit up straight, gentlemen don't slouch and he seems to take everything in stride.

Lazy:
Every-time is nap time. Eric loves to sleep. He isn't big on playing for hours like most kittens, yes, he does romp around for a while, but he can often be found perusing the various couches and cushions to see which one is best for a good sleep. He is king when it comes to avoiding others and finding the perfect hidden place for some dreamy dream time. He can often be found wedged under couches, on the fridge, under beds, curtains, window sills, and sometimes even in draws if they are left open!

Naive:
Unlike he likes to portray, Eric doesn't know everything. He tends to think the world will work itself out so that it benefits him, because it always has, but he hasn't yet figured out you can't always get what you want, and the world is a tough place. He thinks the instant he walks out into a show room he will be crowned the winner, he is gorgeous after all, but that won't always be the case. Even in his plush palace, things will get tougher as he gets older and his world expands out side his garden.

Polite:
This goes along with his charming trait. His mother has ingrained in him to always be polite, think of others before yourself, which he doesn't always abide by, but he is never down right rude. Eric thinks he is better then that, and shows respect to all cats older to himself, even if they seem below of his 'pay grade'. He is a moma's boy and she has taken notes from her book in just about everything. HE tries to mimic her, and that includes trying to be the best host.

Nosy:
Eric should have been called 'Mr. Nosy Pants' because he loves to get into things. From spying on his brothers and sisters, to exploring parts of the house and making beds out of things his owners would not like him to, he is all up in it. Literally. He is the king of breaking into the pantry and snacking on things he shouldn't. He wonders the house and knows all the best places to hide from his family and two-legs. He has overheard many things his siblings did not want him know and of course he's going to use that to his advantage, passive aggressive little bastard.

Outgoing:
Eric has grown out of his more hidden phase and no longer hides under the couch when he doesn't want to be around others. He has taken to exploring outside his garden, though he doesn't go far. His mother has told him about the warriors in the forest, and though he wants to become more independent, he is still a mama's boy, and does what she says to a fault. He is more likely to talk to strangers than your average kitten and is no longer scared by average kit things.

Fearless:
Believing he knows everything, Eric has taken on a bit of a 'devil may care attitude' about the world. Since he is from such an affluent family he thinks nothing can hurt him. Chances are a few scary encounters will fix this, though for the time being he is known for getting into things he shouldn't and doing whatever he wants, unless mother says something otherwise of course.

Stats:

(consider 5 average)

Attack: 3/10
Defense: 3/10
Flexibility: 7/10
Speed: 3/10
Tact: 5/10
Leadership: 6/10
Herb knowledge: 0/10
Dream interpretation: 0/10
Belief in star clan: 0/10

Skills:

(consider 5 average)

Swimming: 5/10
Stalking: 4/10
Running: 5/10
Climbing: 5/10
Hunting: 3/10
Tracking: 3/10
Fighting: 3/10
Fishing: 3/10

History:

Parents:
Schone was born in a nice house in Munich, when she was six months old she was whisked away to England where she lived an a nice estate next to a large forest. She grew up, beautiful, ended to enter a few shows, she did have the heritage to back up any ribbon, then to be bred for her very valuable kittens. That plan was interrupted when she did extraordinarily well, earning ribbon after ribbon, and her motherly life was put on hold. Toby similarly, as a humble house cat, he grew up pampered, but decided to change that by leaving his home and joining one of the forests clans he had lived beside his entire life, Thunder clan. Now named Slatewhisker, he grew up fast, much faster then he would have as a house cat. HE learned to hunt and fight like a warrior. Life couldn't have been better for the two, and it was then, during a summer shower that they both met. Schone had been sitting on her fence basking in the rain when a lonely silver tabby warrior. He found her beautiful and homely, she found him handsome and charming. It was a match made in star clan. They met often, once even meeting in the forest only to have to leave soon after when a battle broke out between his clan and another. After several months of meeting they decided to become mates.

Not soon after, Schone was taken away without warning, stuffed in a crate to travel the greater part of europe. One show after another, more ribbons adorned her crate. It was hard to enjoy herself when Slatewhisker wasn't there to enjoy it with her. She worried her sudden absence would cause the tom to hate her, or worse forget, but he didn't. The tom faced his own problems while she was away. He contracted the scale plague. Alone in his nest, he thought many of the same things as his mate. HE was gone and she must be hating him for going away.

Four months pasted and Schone was returned home with more ribbons then before. She waited by her fence for the tom, but he never showed. The worst thoughts pasted through her head, he must have died, or moved on, he must have had a nice family in his clan, one that wouldn't leave without warning. She waited, day in and day out for Slatewhisker to return to her, and one morning, she found him, sitting at the bottom of her fence like he always was, like neither of them had left, and this time, he was here to stay. Slatewhisker joined his mate in her home, taking back his childhood name of Toby.

Fortunately, their story didn't end there. One morning, Schoen was taken to the vet, nothing out of the ordinary, the human just gave her a bit of a check up and sent her on her way. A few days pasted and agian, she was put in a crate, but this time, she was flown all the way to denmark. It wasn't until she met the tom that she learned what was going on. She was being bred. It had been something she had been prepared for for a long time, she was a show cat after all, having kittens with a tom did not make them mates, but she found the situation very awkward while her love was at home. She returned an expected mother and had to find a way to tell Toby what had happened. Later that night, she couldn't sleep, too worried about her coming role as a mother to close her eyes. It was then her mate found her and it all came gushing out. Schone had worried that Toby would have been upset with her, these weren't his kits after all, but the tom was more then happy and agreed to raise the kittens as their own.

Kithood:
Several months later, tucked away behind the couch, certainly where her two-legs would not want her to be kitting, she gave birth to five healthy kittens. Eric was the last born, a tiny little thing with fluff everywhere, despite being the smallest, he was by far the loudest and it didn't take long for her mate and two-legs to find him and his littermates. They were named quickly, all after affluent royalty from other countries. He might have been small, but his runt status did not keep him from grappling with his siblings. He kept up just fine, being the first to open his eyes, bright blue just like his mother, in fact, he looked a lot like his mother! he had the same colored pelt, if not a bit darker and a striped tail just like her.

Eric liked hearing more about the stories his parents told him instead of wandering outside and getting dirty. It was clear he was a 'delicate' one. He didn't wrestle with his siblings as much and much preferred to sleep then chase bugs in the garden. He found enjoyment with exploring the vast house he lived in and played with ribbons and bells on his own, but he was more than eager to share.

As he grew older, he grew bigger. He was still the runt of the litter, and therefor smaller then his siblings, but he grew stronger to. He still would rather hear stories then fight, but his curiosity was growing. He was no longer satisfied with the confides of his garden wall. He wanted to see over it. Unlike most kitty pet kittens, he didn't grow up hearing that cats in the woods ate kittens and sharpened their claws on bones. He was taught they were just like everyone else, but he had to be dangerous. It was against the rules to hurt kittens, but that didn't mean it wasn't still dangerous. Thanks to his father toby, he learned of the clans, but the idea of living with one was not what he wanted to be, though he knew many of his siblings did. He simply didn't understand why someone would want to leave an easy life for heartbreak and sadness.

for a little while the weather got really bad. Eric didn't know what was going on, but suddenly all the cats were locked inside for a long time. Eventually, their twolegs decided to move to a better place after their nest incurred some damage from the storm, so they packed up and moved away. At first, everyone was a bit sad to be leaving the place where they had come to know the warrior cats, and his parents had grown worried for them in such bad times, but happily, once they had grown settled in their new hope, they quickly found the clans had all up and moved as well.

Apprenticeship age:
Eric was healthy, and that was all his parents could hope for. As he become more independent, he started venturing from the garden. At first, his parents were dead set against it, but once they saw how crushed Eric was to be confined to their garden, they relented and allowed Eric to leave, but only if he stayed close, and if he saw anyone else, or was asked to leave, he would have to come straight home, and always be back before home. Mother's word was law, so he obeyed.

It won't be long before he is adopted out and starts preforming his own shows! Eric, just like his mother, was excited to start showing, and having heard the stories of his mother's success and watching his reflection in her trophies, he can't wait to start.

*words in italics are rped events

Other:

Interests:
Likes: the rain, being clean, exploring, chasing fish in the pond
Dislikes:mud, getting dirty, fighting

Fears: none

Secrets:none

Favorites:

Color:Purple
Food:Fish
Activity:exploring
Cat:His mother
Sound:birds
Scent:flowers
Feeling:sunlight on his fur
Season:spring
Weather:rain

Theme Songs:

name

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Lilith rolled the tension out of her shoulders, feeling the muscles in her back loosen as she became more lucid. Her pelt rippled with the darkness, almost like she was apart of the forest around her. This was when she felt most at home, away from the noise. Here she could hear them, the whispers that always interrupted her quiet. They had become apart of her, always there, always watching, always whisperings. It was enough to drive anyone mad. In the dark, away from the noise of everyone else, their gibberish turned into quiet words, phrases she could pick apart in her own quiet.
The quiet hunter sat back on her hunches, her ears perked to catch the muttered words. To anyone else, she would seem distracted, staring down at her own paws or inspecting the grass, but her focus was on the darkness. Eyes. She looked up, as if expecting someone to have been there, like someone had said something to her. At first she thought nothing of it, just another jumble of words in the sea of noise, but after a few more moments she began to get that familiar feeling of being watched. Her mother had always told her to follow her instincts. Being watched was never a good thing. Being watched meant being caught and her body immediately went on the defensive.
She stood up, trying to put the feeling out of her mind, she hadn’t been followed right? She couldn’t have been, Lilith was trained to know these things and she would have noticed much sooner. Perhaps it was just some nosy west region cat that wanted to make sure she wasn’t setting a toe on their scorched piece of useless land. Her eyes narrowed, searching the tree line for the offender. She strained to differentiate the foliage from a possible threat, working in a slow circle around her. Lilith was about to put the feeling off to her own scattered paranoia until she caught the faint grey outline of a cat. She did a double take, her one good eye almost missing him at first, if his pelt had been darker, she probably wouldn’t have noticed him at all.
Her brain went into overdrive, mentally panicking to pick a persona. If he was a regioner, she could expose herself by being anything less than the naive Lili, quiet, shy, and soft spoken. In the same moment, if this cat meant to harm her, she could gain the upper hand by going hostile and chasing him off without having to actually fight. While she was a region hunter, she had been trained by her bounty hunter father and knew a few things about fighting dirty. However, this tom was bigger than her, and she didn’t want to risk having the worst come to fruition.
“Who are you?” She asked tentatively, deciding to go with the first option, small and meek. Her eyes went wide, feeding into the image she wanted to create as the tip of her tail flickered behind her.

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Description

Profile

Name: Eric, Schönheit Hovedstaden
Breakdown: Eric, Schönheit Hovedstaden: Eric, Beauty of Hovedstaden. A show name, the beginging derived from his mother, and Hovedstaden being the place of his father
Past Names: None
Nicknames: Eric

Sex:
Gender:Male
Pronouns:He, His

Age: 6-12 moons
Birth season:Winter

Rank: Kitty pet, Show cat

Clan: Kitty pet/none
Blood line:Kittypet/Kittypet

Breed: Pure breed main coon
Build:slight, thin, but healthy

Description: Young Dark brown tom cat with lighter unders and sky blue eyes

Fur texture:dense, soft and thick

Eye color:sky blue

Scent:clean, like two-legs

Accessories:A pink color with a gold tag with his name on it
Scars:None. Delicate snowflake is delicate

Disabilities: None

Relationships

Family:

Mother: Schone, Schonheit Munich
Father: NPC
Acting Father: Toby
Full siblings:
Sisters:Anastasia/coalpaw, Adalaide, Elizabeth
Brothers:
Half siblings: none
Sisters:
Brothers:

Maternal:

Aunt: none
Uncle: none

Cousins: none

Paternal:

Aunt: none
Uncle: none

Cousins: none

Relatioships:

Sexuality: Homosexual

->monogamist

Activity: to young
Crushes: none

Mate: none
Kits:none

Preferences:

Apprentice/Mentor
Family
Dead

Unsure
Acquaintance
Respect
bulletpurple: Amire
Likes (Non-sexually)
Friend
Close Friend
Best Friend
:bullepink:Fancy
Crush
Serious Crush
Lust
Love
Mate
Discomfort
Fear
Dislikes
Hate
Wishes Dead

Feeling(s)|Cat|Clan|Thoughts

|Schone|Kittypet| "moma is the best! She's so pretty, so i'm pretty because i look just like her! she is so cool, I hope i can be a great show cat like her one day!"

|Bio-dad|Kittypet/NPC| "Mom says he's Danish!...what's a danish?"

|Toby|Kittypet|"he's awesome! he showed me the 'proper' technique for catching ribbons, I get them every time now!"

|Elzabeth|Kittypet|Pending...

|Adalaide|Kittypet|Pending...

|Anastasia|Kittypet|Pending...

Personality:
[| | ]

Snotty:
Eric likes to show off. Be it the ribbon he captured from the two leg kittens to his awesomely beautiful stripes, because he looks just like his mom and mom is cool. He prances about the house like the best thing since sliced bread, he knows he comes form a long line of pure breeds, and he's named after royalty no less, so that means he meant for greatness. He's glad to stick his nose up at anything he thinks is beneath him. This particularly goes for other kittens. He is the poster child for spoiled and snooty. He doesn't get along well with others as they tend to think he's annoying and stuck in the spot light. Which he is.

Spoiled:
Eric had been spoiled since he was kitted. Never has he been told no, his parents and two legs have fed him with a silver spoon. From lounging on velvet couches to a rhinestone collar, Eric has it all, and he wouldn't have it any other way. He even has a dish with his name on it, even though he can't actually eat from it yet, he definitely will be enjoying that in the future though. Unlike some of his other siblings, Eric is more passive aggressive about getting what he wants. He doesn't cry or whine, unless its his mother because that just melts her heart, but instead he knows exactly how to get to each person in their own way to get what he wants, like tearing up the furniture to get a new scratching post.

Charming:
Eric is definitely a little gentlemen. He is naturally loud and outgoing. He's outspoken and never runs out of things to say and can babble on about anything for what seems like hours and make it sound like the most interesting thing you have ever heard. He is good looking, more on the cute and adorable side of the spectrum for now, and he will use that to his advantage without a second thought. His mother has taught him all the right things to say, say your name before asking for someone else's, always invite them in, ask about their day, smile, sit up straight, gentlemen don't slouch and he seems to take everything in stride.

Lazy:
Every-time is nap time. Eric loves to sleep. He isn't big on playing for hours like most kittens, yes, he does romp around for a while, but he can often be found perusing the various couches and cushions to see which one is best for a good sleep. He is king when it comes to avoiding others and finding the perfect hidden place for some dreamy dream time. He can often be found wedged under couches, on the fridge, under beds, curtains, window sills, and sometimes even in draws if they are left open!

Naive:
Unlike he likes to portray, Eric doesn't know everything. He tends to think the world will work itself out so that it benefits him, because it always has, but he hasn't yet figured out you can't always get what you want, and the world is a tough place. He thinks the instant he walks out into a show room he will be crowned the winner, he is gorgeous after all, but that won't always be the case. Even in his plush palace, things will get tougher as he gets older and his world expands out side his garden.

Polite:
This goes along with his charming trait. His mother has ingrained in him to always be polite, think of others before yourself, which he doesn't always abide by, but he is never down right rude. Eric thinks he is better then that, and shows respect to all cats older to himself, even if they seem below of his 'pay grade'. He is a moma's boy and she has taken notes from her book in just about everything. HE tries to mimic her, and that includes trying to be the best host.

Nosy:
Eric should have been called 'Mr. Nosy Pants' because he loves to get into things. From spying on his brothers and sisters, to exploring parts of the house and making beds out of things his owners would not like him to, he is all up in it. Literally. He is the king of breaking into the pantry and snacking on things he shouldn't. He wonders the house and knows all the best places to hide from his family and two-legs. He has overheard many things his siblings did not want him know and of course he's going to use that to his advantage, passive aggressive little bastard.

Outgoing:
Eric has grown out of his more hidden phase and no longer hides under the couch when he doesn't want to be around others. He has taken to exploring outside his garden, though he doesn't go far. His mother has told him about the warriors in the forest, and though he wants to become more independent, he is still a mama's boy, and does what she says to a fault. He is more likely to talk to strangers than your average kitten and is no longer scared by average kit things.

Fearless:
Believing he knows everything, Eric has taken on a bit of a 'devil may care attitude' about the world. Since he is from such an affluent family he thinks nothing can hurt him. Chances are a few scary encounters will fix this, though for the time being he is known for getting into things he shouldn't and doing whatever he wants, unless mother says something otherwise of course.

Stats:

(consider 5 average)

Attack: 3/10
Defense: 3/10
Flexibility: 7/10
Speed: 3/10
Tact: 5/10
Leadership: 6/10
Herb knowledge: 0/10
Dream interpretation: 0/10
Belief in star clan: 0/10

Skills:

(consider 5 average)

Swimming: 5/10
Stalking: 4/10
Running: 5/10
Climbing: 5/10
Hunting: 3/10
Tracking: 3/10
Fighting: 3/10
Fishing: 3/10

History:

Parents:
Schone was born in a nice house in Munich, when she was six months old she was whisked away to England where she lived an a nice estate next to a large forest. She grew up, beautiful, ended to enter a few shows, she did have the heritage to back up any ribbon, then to be bred for her very valuable kittens. That plan was interrupted when she did extraordinarily well, earning ribbon after ribbon, and her motherly life was put on hold. Toby similarly, as a humble house cat, he grew up pampered, but decided to change that by leaving his home and joining one of the forests clans he had lived beside his entire life, Thunder clan. Now named Slatewhisker, he grew up fast, much faster then he would have as a house cat. HE learned to hunt and fight like a warrior. Life couldn't have been better for the two, and it was then, during a summer shower that they both met. Schone had been sitting on her fence basking in the rain when a lonely silver tabby warrior. He found her beautiful and homely, she found him handsome and charming. It was a match made in star clan. They met often, once even meeting in the forest only to have to leave soon after when a battle broke out between his clan and another. After several months of meeting they decided to become mates.

Not soon after, Schone was taken away without warning, stuffed in a crate to travel the greater part of europe. One show after another, more ribbons adorned her crate. It was hard to enjoy herself when Slatewhisker wasn't there to enjoy it with her. She worried her sudden absence would cause the tom to hate her, or worse forget, but he didn't. The tom faced his own problems while she was away. He contracted the scale plague. Alone in his nest, he thought many of the same things as his mate. HE was gone and she must be hating him for going away.

Four months pasted and Schone was returned home with more ribbons then before. She waited by her fence for the tom, but he never showed. The worst thoughts pasted through her head, he must have died, or moved on, he must have had a nice family in his clan, one that wouldn't leave without warning. She waited, day in and day out for Slatewhisker to return to her, and one morning, she found him, sitting at the bottom of her fence like he always was, like neither of them had left, and this time, he was here to stay. Slatewhisker joined his mate in her home, taking back his childhood name of Toby.

Fortunately, their story didn't end there. One morning, Schoen was taken to the vet, nothing out of the ordinary, the human just gave her a bit of a check up and sent her on her way. A few days pasted and agian, she was put in a crate, but this time, she was flown all the way to denmark. It wasn't until she met the tom that she learned what was going on. She was being bred. It had been something she had been prepared for for a long time, she was a show cat after all, having kittens with a tom did not make them mates, but she found the situation very awkward while her love was at home. She returned an expected mother and had to find a way to tell Toby what had happened. Later that night, she couldn't sleep, too worried about her coming role as a mother to close her eyes. It was then her mate found her and it all came gushing out. Schone had worried that Toby would have been upset with her, these weren't his kits after all, but the tom was more then happy and agreed to raise the kittens as their own.

Kithood:
Several months later, tucked away behind the couch, certainly where her two-legs would not want her to be kitting, she gave birth to five healthy kittens. Eric was the last born, a tiny little thing with fluff everywhere, despite being the smallest, he was by far the loudest and it didn't take long for her mate and two-legs to find him and his littermates. They were named quickly, all after affluent royalty from other countries. He might have been small, but his runt status did not keep him from grappling with his siblings. He kept up just fine, being the first to open his eyes, bright blue just like his mother, in fact, he looked a lot like his mother! he had the same colored pelt, if not a bit darker and a striped tail just like her.

Eric liked hearing more about the stories his parents told him instead of wandering outside and getting dirty. It was clear he was a 'delicate' one. He didn't wrestle with his siblings as much and much preferred to sleep then chase bugs in the garden. He found enjoyment with exploring the vast house he lived in and played with ribbons and bells on his own, but he was more than eager to share.

As he grew older, he grew bigger. He was still the runt of the litter, and therefor smaller then his siblings, but he grew stronger to. He still would rather hear stories then fight, but his curiosity was growing. He was no longer satisfied with the confides of his garden wall. He wanted to see over it. Unlike most kitty pet kittens, he didn't grow up hearing that cats in the woods ate kittens and sharpened their claws on bones. He was taught they were just like everyone else, but he had to be dangerous. It was against the rules to hurt kittens, but that didn't mean it wasn't still dangerous. Thanks to his father toby, he learned of the clans, but the idea of living with one was not what he wanted to be, though he knew many of his siblings did. He simply didn't understand why someone would want to leave an easy life for heartbreak and sadness.

for a little while the weather got really bad. Eric didn't know what was going on, but suddenly all the cats were locked inside for a long time. Eventually, their twolegs decided to move to a better place after their nest incurred some damage from the storm, so they packed up and moved away. At first, everyone was a bit sad to be leaving the place where they had come to know the warrior cats, and his parents had grown worried for them in such bad times, but happily, once they had grown settled in their new hope, they quickly found the clans had all up and moved as well.

Apprenticeship age:
Eric was healthy, and that was all his parents could hope for. As he become more independent, he started venturing from the garden. At first, his parents were dead set against it, but once they saw how crushed Eric was to be confined to their garden, they relented and allowed Eric to leave, but only if he stayed close, and if he saw anyone else, or was asked to leave, he would have to come straight home, and always be back before home. Mother's word was law, so he obeyed.

It won't be long before he is adopted out and starts preforming his own shows! Eric, just like his mother, was excited to start showing, and having heard the stories of his mother's success and watching his reflection in her trophies, he can't wait to start.

*words in italics are rped events

Other:

Interests:
Likes: the rain, being clean, exploring, chasing fish in the pond
Dislikes:mud, getting dirty, fighting

Fears: none

Secrets:none

Favorites:

Color:Purple
Food:Fish
Activity:exploring
Cat:His mother
Sound:birds
Scent:flowers
Feeling:sunlight on his fur
Season:spring
Weather:rain

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Lilith rolled the tension out of her shoulders, feeling the muscles in her back loosen as she became more lucid. Her pelt rippled with the darkness, almost like she was apart of the forest around her. This was when she felt most at home, away from the noise. Here she could hear them, the whispers that always interrupted her quiet. They had become apart of her, always there, always watching, always whisperings. It was enough to drive anyone mad. In the dark, away from the noise of everyone else, their gibberish turned into quiet words, phrases she could pick apart in her own quiet.
The quiet hunter sat back on her hunches, her ears perked to catch the muttered words. To anyone else, she would seem distracted, staring down at her own paws or inspecting the grass, but her focus was on the darkness. Eyes. She looked up, as if expecting someone to have been there, like someone had said something to her. At first she thought nothing of it, just another jumble of words in the sea of noise, but after a few more moments she began to get that familiar feeling of being watched. Her mother had always told her to follow her instincts. Being watched was never a good thing. Being watched meant being caught and her body immediately went on the defensive.
She stood up, trying to put the feeling out of her mind, she hadn’t been followed right? She couldn’t have been, Lilith was trained to know these things and she would have noticed much sooner. Perhaps it was just some nosy west region cat that wanted to make sure she wasn’t setting a toe on their scorched piece of useless land. Her eyes narrowed, searching the tree line for the offender. She strained to differentiate the foliage from a possible threat, working in a slow circle around her. Lilith was about to put the feeling off to her own scattered paranoia until she caught the faint grey outline of a cat. She did a double take, her one good eye almost missing him at first, if his pelt had been darker, she probably wouldn’t have noticed him at all.
Her brain went into overdrive, mentally panicking to pick a persona. If he was a regioner, she could expose herself by being anything less than the naive Lili, quiet, shy, and soft spoken. In the same moment, if this cat meant to harm her, she could gain the upper hand by going hostile and chasing him off without having to actually fight. While she was a region hunter, she had been trained by her bounty hunter father and knew a few things about fighting dirty. However, this tom was bigger than her, and she didn’t want to risk having the worst come to fruition.
“Who are you?” She asked tentatively, deciding to go with the first option, small and meek. Her eyes went wide, feeding into the image she wanted to create as the tip of her tail flickered behind her.

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