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Description
[General Information]

Name: Peachfall
Meaning:
Prefix: Peach: for his soft ginger fur color
Suffix: Fall: for his somewhat clumsy nature

Sex: Male
Gender: Male

Clan: Windclan
Heritage: Windclan x Windclan

Rank: apprentice
Age: 14 moons [last updated:1/15/18]
Joining Age: [date: 09/25/18]
Birth Season: New leaf

Mentor: TBA
Previous: Palestar

Apprentice: -
Previous: -

[Appearance]

Book description: A long limbed creamy ginger tom

Breed: oriental short hair x american short hair x British short hair x Abyssinian
Fur texture: Short and velvety
Scars: none
Eyes: Pale sky blue
Scent: Wheat and wild flowers

Most notable traits: his large ears and narrow face
Appealing/attractive features: his pale blue eyes contrasting against his ginger fur
Accessories: -

Build: Tall and lean
Posture: Straight and stiff
Height: 12 in
Weight: 10 lbs

[Stats]

0-1 = no skill
2-3 = below average
4-6 = Average
7-8 = Above average
9-10 = Expert

General
Strength: 3/10
Dexterity: 7/10
Constitution: 5/10
Wisdom: 5/10
Intelligence: 5/10
Charisma: 8/10

Learned:
Rodent hunting: 5/10
Bird hunting: 3/10
Rabbit hunting: 6/10
Reptile hunting: 3/10
Fishing: 0/10
Climbing: 2/10
Swimming: 0/10
Stalking: 3/10
Battle tactics: 5/10
Fighting: 5/10
Defense: 5/10
Medicine: 0/10

Senses:
Sight: 5/10
Smell: 5/10
Taste: 5/10
Hearing: 5/10
Touch: 5/10

[Personality]
[ Affectionate :: readily feeling or showing fondness or tenderness.]
Peachpaw is very touchy-feely. He likes to cuddle and share tongues. If he's you're friend, you will know it. He doesn't like to be alone often, so he surrounds himself with friends and acquaintances as he gets lonely easily.

[ Charming :: (of a person or manner) polite, friendly, and likable.]
While still young, Peachpaw has a strange charm to him. He has a natural ability to attract people and dispite his initial prickliness, he is very easy to get to know, though not as eager to open up, though who knows how he will turn out when he gets older.

[ Passionate :: showing or caused by strong feelings or a strong belief.]
Something that is not always evident, but this tom cares a lot, probably sometimes too much. He puts his all into everything he does, and doesn't really know how to put things down half finished. He wants to see things to the end, even if it runs him ragged. He doesn't know when to give up and often times just won't.

[ Standoff-ish :: distant and cold in manner; unfriendly.]
At first glance, Peachpaw is very mistrusting. He doesn't introduce himself to new people, and he most certainly doesn't just approach people out of the blue if he doesn't have a reason to. He is rather closed off with those he doesn't consider friend or family, and prying him out of that protective shell can be a task in it of it self.

[ Competitive :: relating to or characterized by competition.]
Peachpaw both loves and hates to compete. He has an intense need to prove himself constantly to his peers and clanmates, even when its not necessary. He often makes little competitions out of little things, and can't bring himself to turn down even meaningless dares and competitions, believing it will make him look weak or incompetent.

[ Self-conscious :: feeling undue awareness of oneself, one's appearance, or one's actions.]
He tries his best not to show it, but this tom is incredibly self-conscious, especially about his looks. His sister has assured him that he is actually quiet handsome, but he is very worried about accidentally embarrassing himself. He fears being laughed at and ridiculed, especially by things that he can't help.

[ Reckless :: (of a person or their actions) without thinking or caring about the consequences of an action.]
Peachpaw doesn't exactly think things through. Its not that he thinks he's the best of the best, but he wants to show others that he is not afraid, so he tends to jump headlong into the fray in an effort to be seen as brave or a good leader. Trying to hold him back is often a difficult feet as he tends to disregard authority.

[ Argumentative :: given to expressing divergent or opposite views.]
Peachpaw is right. He is always right. There is not changing his mind, and frankly, he doesn't particularly want to change anyone else's mind either, he just wants them to know that he is right. Every time. HE can be very snappy, small things can set him off if you catch him in the wrong mood or at a bad time. He doesn't take criticism well.

[History]

Before Birth:
Both Trushwing and Sorrelnose had been born in Windclan, only a moon apart. They had played some as denmates for the few moons before Thrushwing was apprenticed to a burly tom that occupied most of his days. He was missed spending time with his parents and littermates, spending most of his long days just with his mentor, missing those carefree days as a kitten, though not long after, Sorrelnose received her mentor as well. She had almost forgotten the tom by that time, having shifted to being the oldest kitten in the nursery, she found herself in charge of a whole new litter of playmates. Thrushwing's uptight mentor seemed to relax some though, as his apprentice made progress, allowing him to spend time with the young Sorrelnose, and the two were inseparable ever since.

Soon enough, they both earned their names, and enjoyed their easy lives, finding friends in the strangest of faces. They were both friendly and kind and in a way, kind of fell into a relationship. They never really had any sort of formal announcements, they had simply been friends for so long, it all just sort of... happened.

Another litter of kittens in the clan sparked the conversation, with Thrushwing bringing it up to the sweet she-cat about starting a family, little did he know, she had been thinking the same thing, and it wasn't long before the young she-cat was heavy with kits. They celebrated with friends and family, however, not everything went to plan. The young queen grew sick nearing the time of her kitting, which made her very weak, by the time the its had come, the she-cat was exhausted, and only two, small, and frail kits managed to survive the night. The parents grieved their lost kits, though they refused to give in, trying to remain strong for their remain two, a brother and sister pair.

Kithood:
Peachkit was the youngest of this siblings and the only tom, named after his pale ginger coat that somewhat resembled the fruit. He was the quiet one, happy to follow around in his sister's pawsteps, easily falling into trouble with the lot of them. Sorrelnose considered him her sweet boy and tended to coddle him a little when his sister teased him for being softer than them. He was prone to crying at the slightest provocation, and as much as he loved his sister and den mates and loved their adventures, as his mother said, he was a little sensitive to their rough housing. Of course, his sister loved him to, but she and the other kittens liked to wrestle and play rough and shout, and Peachkit would have much rather spent his time listening to the elders stories, and that was how he spent most of his kithood.

He mostly stayed out of everyone's way, though it didn't take much to persuade him into a fun game or into pestering some of the younger apprentices or warriors that would frequent the nursery for their daily chores. Peachkit liked to watch the older cats as they worked, awed a bit by their size and strength. He loved hearing stories of their days out of camp, even if they were super mundane and boring, sometimes hiding out somewhere by the deputy so he could listen to the older cats report before eventually being found by one of his parents or litter mates.

Apprenticeship:
Soon enough, his apprentice ceremony was upon him, Sorrelnose had spent most of the morning grooming her kittens until their pelts shined in the early new leaf sun. Peachpaw stood proudly as he received his new name, listening to his clan mates cheer his apprentice name before touching noses with his mentor, Palestar, The leader of Windclan. Naturally, he was surprised to be apprenticed to his clan's leader, but he was more than eager to impress her! Despite his sensitive nature, he was excited to start his training, ready to be a strong and proud warrior that Windclan could be proud of. He wanted nothing more than to make his parents proud and train along his sister until the day they earned their warrior names.

Peachpaw had a fairly normal apprenticeship, finding friends, and one enemy along the way. Another apprentice of the same age, Crowpaw seemed to have it out for the tom. Not that he helped the situation any, being just as complicit in their antics, the two never seemed to not be arguing. One afternoon, an argument eventually turned into a competition of sorts. Both had been just outside of camp, under the watchful eye of the entrance guard. Crowpaw had been gathering moss for the elders den, and Peachpaw was just relaxing in the sun after a hard day of training. Naturally, once their paths crossed, and argument broke out between them, and eventually, Crowpaw bet that she could catch a rabbit fast than he could. Despite not wanting to get into any trouble, Peachpaw could not let himself be one-upped by the she-cat and they both snuck off once the guard was otherwise occupied. They made it to the hunting grounds no problem, and both managed to nab a rabbit fairly quickly. Not wanting to let the she-cat win, Peachpaw challenged the she-cat to a race back to camp, taking a headstart for himself. Seeing an opportunity to get the tom cat in trouble, Crowpaw let Peachpaw race ahead, stashing her kill and getting back to her work gathering moss, intending to let Peachpaw take all the blame for sneaking out of camp and going hunting on his own. However, Peachpaw had no qualms about tattling on his challenger, and since the leader was his mentor, and know the two's history, it wasn't a difficult story to believe, and both apprentices were punished for their behavior. Feeling bad for disappointing his mentor, Peachpaw swore to stay out of trouble, and while the two apprentices continued to bicker, especially when it was inconvenient for everyone else, Peachpaw kept himself in line. Avoiding trouble for the rest of his apprenticeship.

The young tom only had one other incident during his training, and that was his near drowning. Not wanting to fall for any jokes or schemes, Peachpaw refused to believe that cats could swim. Not even river clan. It was a ridiculous thought! Why would a cat willingly go in the water when it was cold and wet and dangerous?? Out on a patrol one day, Peachpaw spotted a cat in the lake, a cat he presumed was drowning, and a cat he quickly recognized, Palestar, his mentor and leader. Acting quickly, not wanting her to die, Peachpaw dove into the water intent on saving her. Of course, this back fired pretty royally, as the young tom did not know how to swim at all. Luckily for him, Palestar did, and she managed to drag her sopping wet apprentice out of the lake before he hurt himself. It was then that Peachpaw learned that his mentor had been hurt as a younger cat, and learned to swim as a way to recover from the injury. She had enjoyed swimming ever since. Lesson learned, and now believing that cats could swim, even if he chose not to do so himself, Peachpaw spent the rest of his training practicing hard to prove to his mentor, and leader that he was the best warrior wind clan had ever seen.

Warriorhood:

Despite his few hickups, Peachpaw was given his warrior name on time, along with his arch nemesis, Crowpaw, now Crowthorn. A name he found very fitting as she was rather prickly and enjoyable. Peachpaw, however, earned his own warrior name, Peachfall, for his well meaning, though slightly clumsy nature. He was very proud to be named a warrior, and glad to be allowed to leave camp by himself without feeling immensely guilty. However, he still strives to impress his former mentor, Palestar, and make her proud.

[Opinions and Beliefs]
Religion: He's not particularity religious, though he does believe in starclan
Superstitious: like many young cats, he has some strange superstitious, though he will likely grow out of them

Starclan: He knows a lot of stories
The Dark Forest: He knows a lot of stories

Thunderclan: neutral "Haven't met one"
Riverclan: neutral "Haven't met one"
Windclan: Positive "we are the best clan!"
Shadowclan: neutral "Haven't met one"

Outsiders: negative "I haven't met one but i've heard a lot of scary stories about them"

[Relationships]
Father: Thrushwing
Mother: Sorrelnose
Siblings:
Cloudpaw

Father's side
Grandfather: Brownfur
Grandmother: Mousenose
Uncle: -
Auntie: -
Cousins: -

Mother's side
Grandfather: Whitetail
Grandmother: Rainbreeze
Uncle: Briartooth
Auntie: -
Cousins: -

Friends: TBA
Cat
Cat

[Love Life]
Romantic orientation: Probably gay, still figuring it out
Sexual orientation: Probably gay, still figuring it out

Likes:
He's working on it
Dislikes:
angry, loud cats
Crushes:
none
Romantic partners/mates:
none
Exes:

none

[Trivia]

Favorite Prey: Rabbits
Favorite Season: new leaf
Favorite Cat: Palestar
Favorite Activity: Hunting
Favorite thing: Windy days

Least favorite Prey: frogs
Least favorite Season: leaf green
Least favorite Cat: Crowthorn
Least favorite Activity: cleaning dens
Least favorite thing: Muddy paws

Theme Songs:

♦ When the Darkness comes by Colbie Caillat
♦ Warrior by Beth Crowley
♦ The Dark by Beth Crowley

[RP]

Time zone: EST

RP Sample:
Beast blinked silently at him for a moment, everything in his head feeling like they had just slammed on the breaks and ground to a halt. He hadn’t allowed himself to think that maybe, one day, someone would say those words to him. Not since he had been hit by the monster, not since he had been left in the forest to die alone. Instead, he had locked that little piece of himself away, somewhere in the back of his heart, where he couldn’t be disappointed if he expected a cat to shy away from him because of his face, because of his leg and everything in between. Beast knew how broken he was, knew how unwanted he was. A good portion of his clan didn’t want him there, thought him weak or just as much a monster, but it had never been like that with Hailstar. Maybe it was because they were more alike than they realized, now more than ever, with his own scars of a hard life to show for it.

Maybe if he hadn’t closed off that little part of him, he would have said something sooner. He hadn’t dared to call what he had with Hailstar love, because deep inside of him, he didn’t want to see Hailstar crawl away form him either. He didn’t want to open himself up to be broken again, because even after all of this time, he didn’t think he could stand to pick himself up and put himself back together again. Once had been hard enough, and he still had not found all the pieces, but Hailstar felt like he fit, even in all of his broken places, he seemed to round out the jagged edges. He had believed in Beast even when he hadn’t in himself, taught him to hunt, to fight, welcomed him into his home, and still he had not allowed himself to get comfortable enough to peek inside that little locked away place so that he might find somewhere he could call home for fear of it falling out from under him.
He struggled to find the words at first, everything around him seeming to snap into perspective for a moment, all the things he had been pushing away, for some moons now, he realized, came rushing up to the surface, crashing over him all at once with things he struggled to vocalize, but feeling the overwhelming urge to just be close to him. He moved closer to the tom, burying his face in his neck, silence lingering between them between them before Beastfang managed to find his voice. ”I-I think I love you to.” he mewed, stepping back a bit so that he could meet his gaze.

Description
[General Information]

Name: Peachfall
Meaning:
Prefix: Peach: for his soft ginger fur color
Suffix: Fall: for his somewhat clumsy nature

Sex: Male
Gender: Male

Clan: Windclan
Heritage: Windclan x Windclan

Rank: apprentice
Age: 14 moons [last updated:1/15/18]
Joining Age: [date: 09/25/18]
Birth Season: New leaf

Mentor: TBA
Previous: Palestar

Apprentice: -
Previous: -

[Appearance]

Book description: A long limbed creamy ginger tom

Breed: oriental short hair x american short hair x British short hair x Abyssinian
Fur texture: Short and velvety
Scars: none
Eyes: Pale sky blue
Scent: Wheat and wild flowers

Most notable traits: his large ears and narrow face
Appealing/attractive features: his pale blue eyes contrasting against his ginger fur
Accessories: -

Build: Tall and lean
Posture: Straight and stiff
Height: 12 in
Weight: 10 lbs

[Stats]

0-1 = no skill
2-3 = below average
4-6 = Average
7-8 = Above average
9-10 = Expert

General
Strength: 3/10
Dexterity: 7/10
Constitution: 5/10
Wisdom: 5/10
Intelligence: 5/10
Charisma: 8/10

Learned:
Rodent hunting: 5/10
Bird hunting: 3/10
Rabbit hunting: 6/10
Reptile hunting: 3/10
Fishing: 0/10
Climbing: 2/10
Swimming: 0/10
Stalking: 3/10
Battle tactics: 5/10
Fighting: 5/10
Defense: 5/10
Medicine: 0/10

Senses:
Sight: 5/10
Smell: 5/10
Taste: 5/10
Hearing: 5/10
Touch: 5/10

[Personality]
[ Affectionate :: readily feeling or showing fondness or tenderness.]
Peachpaw is very touchy-feely. He likes to cuddle and share tongues. If he's you're friend, you will know it. He doesn't like to be alone often, so he surrounds himself with friends and acquaintances as he gets lonely easily.

[ Charming :: (of a person or manner) polite, friendly, and likable.]
While still young, Peachpaw has a strange charm to him. He has a natural ability to attract people and dispite his initial prickliness, he is very easy to get to know, though not as eager to open up, though who knows how he will turn out when he gets older.

[ Passionate :: showing or caused by strong feelings or a strong belief.]
Something that is not always evident, but this tom cares a lot, probably sometimes too much. He puts his all into everything he does, and doesn't really know how to put things down half finished. He wants to see things to the end, even if it runs him ragged. He doesn't know when to give up and often times just won't.

[ Standoff-ish :: distant and cold in manner; unfriendly.]
At first glance, Peachpaw is very mistrusting. He doesn't introduce himself to new people, and he most certainly doesn't just approach people out of the blue if he doesn't have a reason to. He is rather closed off with those he doesn't consider friend or family, and prying him out of that protective shell can be a task in it of it self.

[ Competitive :: relating to or characterized by competition.]
Peachpaw both loves and hates to compete. He has an intense need to prove himself constantly to his peers and clanmates, even when its not necessary. He often makes little competitions out of little things, and can't bring himself to turn down even meaningless dares and competitions, believing it will make him look weak or incompetent.

[ Self-conscious :: feeling undue awareness of oneself, one's appearance, or one's actions.]
He tries his best not to show it, but this tom is incredibly self-conscious, especially about his looks. His sister has assured him that he is actually quiet handsome, but he is very worried about accidentally embarrassing himself. He fears being laughed at and ridiculed, especially by things that he can't help.

[ Reckless :: (of a person or their actions) without thinking or caring about the consequences of an action.]
Peachpaw doesn't exactly think things through. Its not that he thinks he's the best of the best, but he wants to show others that he is not afraid, so he tends to jump headlong into the fray in an effort to be seen as brave or a good leader. Trying to hold him back is often a difficult feet as he tends to disregard authority.

[ Argumentative :: given to expressing divergent or opposite views.]
Peachpaw is right. He is always right. There is not changing his mind, and frankly, he doesn't particularly want to change anyone else's mind either, he just wants them to know that he is right. Every time. HE can be very snappy, small things can set him off if you catch him in the wrong mood or at a bad time. He doesn't take criticism well.

[History]

Before Birth:
Both Trushwing and Sorrelnose had been born in Windclan, only a moon apart. They had played some as denmates for the few moons before Thrushwing was apprenticed to a burly tom that occupied most of his days. He was missed spending time with his parents and littermates, spending most of his long days just with his mentor, missing those carefree days as a kitten, though not long after, Sorrelnose received her mentor as well. She had almost forgotten the tom by that time, having shifted to being the oldest kitten in the nursery, she found herself in charge of a whole new litter of playmates. Thrushwing's uptight mentor seemed to relax some though, as his apprentice made progress, allowing him to spend time with the young Sorrelnose, and the two were inseparable ever since.

Soon enough, they both earned their names, and enjoyed their easy lives, finding friends in the strangest of faces. They were both friendly and kind and in a way, kind of fell into a relationship. They never really had any sort of formal announcements, they had simply been friends for so long, it all just sort of... happened.

Another litter of kittens in the clan sparked the conversation, with Thrushwing bringing it up to the sweet she-cat about starting a family, little did he know, she had been thinking the same thing, and it wasn't long before the young she-cat was heavy with kits. They celebrated with friends and family, however, not everything went to plan. The young queen grew sick nearing the time of her kitting, which made her very weak, by the time the its had come, the she-cat was exhausted, and only two, small, and frail kits managed to survive the night. The parents grieved their lost kits, though they refused to give in, trying to remain strong for their remain two, a brother and sister pair.

Kithood:
Peachkit was the youngest of this siblings and the only tom, named after his pale ginger coat that somewhat resembled the fruit. He was the quiet one, happy to follow around in his sister's pawsteps, easily falling into trouble with the lot of them. Sorrelnose considered him her sweet boy and tended to coddle him a little when his sister teased him for being softer than them. He was prone to crying at the slightest provocation, and as much as he loved his sister and den mates and loved their adventures, as his mother said, he was a little sensitive to their rough housing. Of course, his sister loved him to, but she and the other kittens liked to wrestle and play rough and shout, and Peachkit would have much rather spent his time listening to the elders stories, and that was how he spent most of his kithood.

He mostly stayed out of everyone's way, though it didn't take much to persuade him into a fun game or into pestering some of the younger apprentices or warriors that would frequent the nursery for their daily chores. Peachkit liked to watch the older cats as they worked, awed a bit by their size and strength. He loved hearing stories of their days out of camp, even if they were super mundane and boring, sometimes hiding out somewhere by the deputy so he could listen to the older cats report before eventually being found by one of his parents or litter mates.

Apprenticeship:
Soon enough, his apprentice ceremony was upon him, Sorrelnose had spent most of the morning grooming her kittens until their pelts shined in the early new leaf sun. Peachpaw stood proudly as he received his new name, listening to his clan mates cheer his apprentice name before touching noses with his mentor, Palestar, The leader of Windclan. Naturally, he was surprised to be apprenticed to his clan's leader, but he was more than eager to impress her! Despite his sensitive nature, he was excited to start his training, ready to be a strong and proud warrior that Windclan could be proud of. He wanted nothing more than to make his parents proud and train along his sister until the day they earned their warrior names.

Peachpaw had a fairly normal apprenticeship, finding friends, and one enemy along the way. Another apprentice of the same age, Crowpaw seemed to have it out for the tom. Not that he helped the situation any, being just as complicit in their antics, the two never seemed to not be arguing. One afternoon, an argument eventually turned into a competition of sorts. Both had been just outside of camp, under the watchful eye of the entrance guard. Crowpaw had been gathering moss for the elders den, and Peachpaw was just relaxing in the sun after a hard day of training. Naturally, once their paths crossed, and argument broke out between them, and eventually, Crowpaw bet that she could catch a rabbit fast than he could. Despite not wanting to get into any trouble, Peachpaw could not let himself be one-upped by the she-cat and they both snuck off once the guard was otherwise occupied. They made it to the hunting grounds no problem, and both managed to nab a rabbit fairly quickly. Not wanting to let the she-cat win, Peachpaw challenged the she-cat to a race back to camp, taking a headstart for himself. Seeing an opportunity to get the tom cat in trouble, Crowpaw let Peachpaw race ahead, stashing her kill and getting back to her work gathering moss, intending to let Peachpaw take all the blame for sneaking out of camp and going hunting on his own. However, Peachpaw had no qualms about tattling on his challenger, and since the leader was his mentor, and know the two's history, it wasn't a difficult story to believe, and both apprentices were punished for their behavior. Feeling bad for disappointing his mentor, Peachpaw swore to stay out of trouble, and while the two apprentices continued to bicker, especially when it was inconvenient for everyone else, Peachpaw kept himself in line. Avoiding trouble for the rest of his apprenticeship.

The young tom only had one other incident during his training, and that was his near drowning. Not wanting to fall for any jokes or schemes, Peachpaw refused to believe that cats could swim. Not even river clan. It was a ridiculous thought! Why would a cat willingly go in the water when it was cold and wet and dangerous?? Out on a patrol one day, Peachpaw spotted a cat in the lake, a cat he presumed was drowning, and a cat he quickly recognized, Palestar, his mentor and leader. Acting quickly, not wanting her to die, Peachpaw dove into the water intent on saving her. Of course, this back fired pretty royally, as the young tom did not know how to swim at all. Luckily for him, Palestar did, and she managed to drag her sopping wet apprentice out of the lake before he hurt himself. It was then that Peachpaw learned that his mentor had been hurt as a younger cat, and learned to swim as a way to recover from the injury. She had enjoyed swimming ever since. Lesson learned, and now believing that cats could swim, even if he chose not to do so himself, Peachpaw spent the rest of his training practicing hard to prove to his mentor, and leader that he was the best warrior wind clan had ever seen.

Warriorhood:

Despite his few hickups, Peachpaw was given his warrior name on time, along with his arch nemesis, Crowpaw, now Crowthorn. A name he found very fitting as she was rather prickly and enjoyable. Peachpaw, however, earned his own warrior name, Peachfall, for his well meaning, though slightly clumsy nature. He was very proud to be named a warrior, and glad to be allowed to leave camp by himself without feeling immensely guilty. However, he still strives to impress his former mentor, Palestar, and make her proud.

[Opinions and Beliefs]
Religion: He's not particularity religious, though he does believe in starclan
Superstitious: like many young cats, he has some strange superstitious, though he will likely grow out of them

Starclan: He knows a lot of stories
The Dark Forest: He knows a lot of stories

Thunderclan: neutral "Haven't met one"
Riverclan: neutral "Haven't met one"
Windclan: Positive "we are the best clan!"
Shadowclan: neutral "Haven't met one"

Outsiders: negative "I haven't met one but i've heard a lot of scary stories about them"

[Relationships]
Father: Thrushwing
Mother: Sorrelnose
Siblings:
Cloudpaw

Father's side
Grandfather: Brownfur
Grandmother: Mousenose
Uncle: -
Auntie: -
Cousins: -

Mother's side
Grandfather: Whitetail
Grandmother: Rainbreeze
Uncle: Briartooth
Auntie: -
Cousins: -

Friends: TBA
Cat
Cat

[Love Life]
Romantic orientation: Probably gay, still figuring it out
Sexual orientation: Probably gay, still figuring it out

Likes:
He's working on it
Dislikes:
angry, loud cats
Crushes:
none
Romantic partners/mates:
none
Exes:

none

[Trivia]

Favorite Prey: Rabbits
Favorite Season: new leaf
Favorite Cat: Palestar
Favorite Activity: Hunting
Favorite thing: Windy days

Least favorite Prey: frogs
Least favorite Season: leaf green
Least favorite Cat: Crowthorn
Least favorite Activity: cleaning dens
Least favorite thing: Muddy paws

Theme Songs:

♦ When the Darkness comes by Colbie Caillat
♦ Warrior by Beth Crowley
♦ The Dark by Beth Crowley

[RP]

Time zone: EST

RP Sample:
Beast blinked silently at him for a moment, everything in his head feeling like they had just slammed on the breaks and ground to a halt. He hadn’t allowed himself to think that maybe, one day, someone would say those words to him. Not since he had been hit by the monster, not since he had been left in the forest to die alone. Instead, he had locked that little piece of himself away, somewhere in the back of his heart, where he couldn’t be disappointed if he expected a cat to shy away from him because of his face, because of his leg and everything in between. Beast knew how broken he was, knew how unwanted he was. A good portion of his clan didn’t want him there, thought him weak or just as much a monster, but it had never been like that with Hailstar. Maybe it was because they were more alike than they realized, now more than ever, with his own scars of a hard life to show for it.

Maybe if he hadn’t closed off that little part of him, he would have said something sooner. He hadn’t dared to call what he had with Hailstar love, because deep inside of him, he didn’t want to see Hailstar crawl away form him either. He didn’t want to open himself up to be broken again, because even after all of this time, he didn’t think he could stand to pick himself up and put himself back together again. Once had been hard enough, and he still had not found all the pieces, but Hailstar felt like he fit, even in all of his broken places, he seemed to round out the jagged edges. He had believed in Beast even when he hadn’t in himself, taught him to hunt, to fight, welcomed him into his home, and still he had not allowed himself to get comfortable enough to peek inside that little locked away place so that he might find somewhere he could call home for fear of it falling out from under him.
He struggled to find the words at first, everything around him seeming to snap into perspective for a moment, all the things he had been pushing away, for some moons now, he realized, came rushing up to the surface, crashing over him all at once with things he struggled to vocalize, but feeling the overwhelming urge to just be close to him. He moved closer to the tom, burying his face in his neck, silence lingering between them between them before Beastfang managed to find his voice. ”I-I think I love you to.” he mewed, stepping back a bit so that he could meet his gaze.