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shell tracker + exp tracker

inventory ;
16x fox fur
1x hood [worn]
3x fox cape [worn]
3x fox fang
x1 small dye
4x bone accessory
1x feather
1x medium skull (rabbit)
x30 quartz pieces [x ][x ]
x1 hare [x ]
x1 mouse [x ]
x1 pheasent [x ]
x1 pidgeon [x ]
x1 finch [x ]

B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N

Name: Minnowbrook
          Minnow: A small schooling fish that lives in many bodies of water. Given for his smaller stature.
          Brook: A thin, quiet running river. Given for his reserved nature.
Past Names: Minnowkit, Minnowpaw
Current Age: 33 moons
Starting Age: 30 moons (2.5 season cycles)
Physical Gender: Male
Gender Identity: Male
Voice: Charlie Puth
Theme song(s): Porter Robinson - Shelter

S T A T S

Level: 12
Current EXP: 23.5/95
HP: 23.5/23.5
Strength: 28.5
Defense: 22
Speed: 24
Stealth: 19
Charisma: 19
Intelligence: 19
Wisdom: 19

Path: Hunter
[ Rank 1 ] Strength and Speed increased. +2

Feats:
[ Barbarian ] If you take damage, you can attack your adversary in reaction before the next player goes.

Moves:
   [ Dive ] A move that ShoreClan cats master at a young age, practiced in the waters near their home. Damage; 1d12+4
   [ Belly Rake ] A raking motion on the underside of the opponent. You roll with advantage.
[ Lightning Strike ] An attack move with deadly accuracy. Damage; 2d10.
[ Skull Bash ] A strong bull rush at the target, striking them hard with your head. If the attack is successful, your cat takes recoil damage. Damage; 1d20. Recoil; 1d10.

Skills:
[ STR ]
    Combat: +9
     Hunting: +9
[ DEF ]
    Constitution: +6
    Swimming: +6
[ SPD ]
    Fishing: +7
    Athletics: +7
[ STE ]
    Sneaking: +4
    Investigation: +4
[ CHA ]
    Intimidation: +4
    Persuasion:+4
[ INT ]
    Herb Knowledge: +4
    Tactics: +4
[ WIS ]
    Perception: +4
    Spirituality: +4

               C L A N I N F O R M A T I O N

Birth Clan: ShoreClan
Current Clan: ShoreClan
Rank: Warrior
Belief in StarClan:  He would not deny their existence, but he would also not be one to preach about them.
Mentor: N/A
Past Mentor: Rosepool
Apprentice: Creekpaw
Past Apprentice: N/A

                P H Y S I C A L I N F O R M A T I O N

Body Type: Slender and sleek, yet has a bit of leg muscle
Fur Type: Silky
Fur Color: A spotted white-and-brown tom with a darker dorsal stripe and tail.
Eye Color: Lilac
Scars: Has a long, forked facial scar, and a lengthy one down his side with a smaller one on the top of his shoulder, thanks to a failed fishing incident. He has three additional scars running down his spine, from nearly getting trampled by a fox.
Goals in Love:
[✓] Find a mate
[ ] Have kits
[ ] See his kits graduate to warriors

Goals in Life:
  [✓] Become a warrior
[ ] Bring home a giant fish
[ ] Teach someone to listen to the world as he does
[ ] Swim the length of the river

                P E R S O N A L I T Y

Positive
Neutral
Negative

Alert |  Clear-headed |  Kind
Introverted |  Observative
Possessive |  Stubborn

                 P E R S O N A L I N F O R M A T I O N

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Likes: Resting near the water, listening to conversations, swimming
Dislikes: Frogs/Toads, prickly bushes, taste of herbs
Fears: Being taken by a large predatory bird

                F A M I L Y

Grandparents on mother's side
      Grandmother: Snowbelly, an ivory colored molly with lilac eyes.
      Grandfather: Pikeshade, a deep brown-and-white patched tom with green eyes.

Grandparents on father's side
      Grandmother: Fernscar, a large calico molly with a sizable scar long her side.
      Grandfather: Bearfur, a big brown tabby tom with a half-tail and huge paws.

Parents
      Mother: Troutleap, a gorgeous silk furred ivory-and-brown molly with bright green eyes.
      Father: Mudscale, a large, sleek brown spotted tabby tom with amber eyes.

Siblings:
      Sister: Snowcreek
      Brothers: Otterpatch, Mossypad

Mate: Streamfrost

                H I S T O R Y

Kithood
Growing up with three siblings, Minnowkit was either at the bottom of a tussle pile or sitting off to the side calmly with his mother. He was not one to play fight or argue, but his favorite thing to do quickly became listening to the world around him. The birds in the trees, the soft babbling of the waters around him - he loved all of it. When his mother would attempt to get him out from under her paws, he would simply sit outside the nursery and observe. His littermates, Snowkit, Otterkit, and Mossykit, kept the attention of his clanmates whenever they came to visit the nursery to check up on the new life they had needed. It's not that Minnowkit shied away from the others, he just didn't rush out to greet them as the others did. The only cat that sat with him calmly to talk was a molly by the name of Rosepool, who was a rather reserved soul herself, and was later slated become Minnowkit's mentor.

Adolescent
As an apprentice, Minnowpaw proved himself a good listener and quick learner; catching his first fish far before his littermates. When Rosepool had begun battle training with him however, he had a tough time landing his strikes in the proper places, or he would just miss entirely. Taking a different approach, Rosepool began instructing him to first dodge, then strike at the open opportunity. This style of fighting seemed to suit him much better, and Minnowpaw was quickly on his way above his siblings again. He wasn't the strongest of them - that was Otterpaw - but after a pawful of duo training sessions together, Minnowpaw was able to tip the scales in his brother by using his powerful blows against him; dropping to the ground and tripping him on the follow through. Rosepool was in no hurry to let her apprentice graduate however, and kept refining Minnowpaw's procedures and tactics for a solid moon after his littermates were granted their warrior names. Minnowpaw didn't mind at all, as he found his mentor to be his closest friend.

Adulthood
When he was granted his warrior name, Minnowbrook proudly took up the mantle to protect his clanmates and territory. His vigil was mainly spent in the same way that he had spent his kithood - listening to the sound of the gentle greenleaf rain hitting the waters, and watching his clanmates bustle about the camp. When nighttime fell, Rosepool came to personally congratulate him before she turned in for the night. He still keeps close with her, and tries to keep himself sharp by practising with his littermates most of the time.

It wasn't long before he gained his first scars; earned from slipping into the river, getting swept up into a fast current, and slamming his face against a couple sharp rocks. Shortly after, during one of his scheduled patrols, he was paired with a pretty brown molly by the name of Streamfrost. They had taken towards the river's border, and planned on going down towards the RidgeClan side, but they fell a little short of that - a spontaneous moment occurred; Minnowbrook had found himself snuggling with the gorgeous blind she-cat, explaining to her just what the sunset looked like using more than just sight. They stuck closer together from that point on, though the tom never shirked his duties as a warrior. He has fiercely battled the invading foxes, taken good chunks of their pelts as trophies, fought off a muskie fish, as well as a large rogue.

Currently, Minnowbrook is a father-to-be, expecting kits with his wonderful mate Streamfrost! [more will be written as time goes on!]

               R P I N F O R M A T I O N

Availability: 0/3 rp slots open
Skype: hA, NO
Comments: probably not
Notes: nty
Discord: absolutely!!!
Google Docs: maybe

Response Length:
Less than 100 words: nah
More than 100 words: yeah!!!
More than 1000 words: probably not?

Rp Example
.. I miss the sun.
A small, white winged fusion was looking longingly down the secondary entrance hallway to the Dome. His overall stature looked tired; drained, almost, as he stood there in contemplation. I know it can't be the real one. But.. it will do, won't it? It took him a few minutes to move his soft paws- his little clawtips causing light tappings against the floor. With his wings tucked close to his body, he wormed his way into the Dome's entrance and squinted as additional light flooded his vision. After his sights caught up with him, he gave a few sniffs and headed off to a clear area to just sit down and spread his wings-- at least, what he had thought was an empty space. Asriel was about to set himself up near a patch of brush, but a somewhat familiar fur caught his eye. He instinctively began to raise his wings- to fly away- but he knew he couldn't make it that far on his own. The plainsland didn't exactly have much terrain to offer for him to jump off of. Instead, he stood his ground and lowered his ears as he waited for some sort of reaction from the other. - Asriel , from AuronTestingFacility

Description

shell tracker + exp tracker

inventory ;
16x fox fur
1x hood [worn]
3x fox cape [worn]
3x fox fang
x1 small dye
4x bone accessory
1x feather
1x medium skull (rabbit)
x30 quartz pieces [x ][x ]
x1 hare [x ]
x1 mouse [x ]
x1 pheasent [x ]
x1 pidgeon [x ]
x1 finch [x ]

B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N

Name: Minnowbrook
          Minnow: A small schooling fish that lives in many bodies of water. Given for his smaller stature.
          Brook: A thin, quiet running river. Given for his reserved nature.
Past Names: Minnowkit, Minnowpaw
Current Age: 33 moons
Starting Age: 30 moons (2.5 season cycles)
Physical Gender: Male
Gender Identity: Male
Voice: Charlie Puth
Theme song(s): Porter Robinson - Shelter

S T A T S

Level: 12
Current EXP: 23.5/95
HP: 23.5/23.5
Strength: 28.5
Defense: 22
Speed: 24
Stealth: 19
Charisma: 19
Intelligence: 19
Wisdom: 19

Path: Hunter
[ Rank 1 ] Strength and Speed increased. +2

Feats:
[ Barbarian ] If you take damage, you can attack your adversary in reaction before the next player goes.

Moves:
   [ Dive ] A move that ShoreClan cats master at a young age, practiced in the waters near their home. Damage; 1d12+4
   [ Belly Rake ] A raking motion on the underside of the opponent. You roll with advantage.
[ Lightning Strike ] An attack move with deadly accuracy. Damage; 2d10.
[ Skull Bash ] A strong bull rush at the target, striking them hard with your head. If the attack is successful, your cat takes recoil damage. Damage; 1d20. Recoil; 1d10.

Skills:
[ STR ]
    Combat: +9
     Hunting: +9
[ DEF ]
    Constitution: +6
    Swimming: +6
[ SPD ]
    Fishing: +7
    Athletics: +7
[ STE ]
    Sneaking: +4
    Investigation: +4
[ CHA ]
    Intimidation: +4
    Persuasion:+4
[ INT ]
    Herb Knowledge: +4
    Tactics: +4
[ WIS ]
    Perception: +4
    Spirituality: +4

               C L A N I N F O R M A T I O N

Birth Clan: ShoreClan
Current Clan: ShoreClan
Rank: Warrior
Belief in StarClan:  He would not deny their existence, but he would also not be one to preach about them.
Mentor: N/A
Past Mentor: Rosepool
Apprentice: Creekpaw
Past Apprentice: N/A

                P H Y S I C A L I N F O R M A T I O N

Body Type: Slender and sleek, yet has a bit of leg muscle
Fur Type: Silky
Fur Color: A spotted white-and-brown tom with a darker dorsal stripe and tail.
Eye Color: Lilac
Scars: Has a long, forked facial scar, and a lengthy one down his side with a smaller one on the top of his shoulder, thanks to a failed fishing incident. He has three additional scars running down his spine, from nearly getting trampled by a fox.
Goals in Love:
[✓] Find a mate
[ ] Have kits
[ ] See his kits graduate to warriors

Goals in Life:
  [✓] Become a warrior
[ ] Bring home a giant fish
[ ] Teach someone to listen to the world as he does
[ ] Swim the length of the river

                P E R S O N A L I T Y

Positive
Neutral
Negative

Alert |  Clear-headed |  Kind
Introverted |  Observative
Possessive |  Stubborn

                 P E R S O N A L I N F O R M A T I O N

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Likes: Resting near the water, listening to conversations, swimming
Dislikes: Frogs/Toads, prickly bushes, taste of herbs
Fears: Being taken by a large predatory bird

                F A M I L Y

Grandparents on mother's side
      Grandmother: Snowbelly, an ivory colored molly with lilac eyes.
      Grandfather: Pikeshade, a deep brown-and-white patched tom with green eyes.

Grandparents on father's side
      Grandmother: Fernscar, a large calico molly with a sizable scar long her side.
      Grandfather: Bearfur, a big brown tabby tom with a half-tail and huge paws.

Parents
      Mother: Troutleap, a gorgeous silk furred ivory-and-brown molly with bright green eyes.
      Father: Mudscale, a large, sleek brown spotted tabby tom with amber eyes.

Siblings:
      Sister: Snowcreek
      Brothers: Otterpatch, Mossypad

Mate: Streamfrost

                H I S T O R Y

Kithood
Growing up with three siblings, Minnowkit was either at the bottom of a tussle pile or sitting off to the side calmly with his mother. He was not one to play fight or argue, but his favorite thing to do quickly became listening to the world around him. The birds in the trees, the soft babbling of the waters around him - he loved all of it. When his mother would attempt to get him out from under her paws, he would simply sit outside the nursery and observe. His littermates, Snowkit, Otterkit, and Mossykit, kept the attention of his clanmates whenever they came to visit the nursery to check up on the new life they had needed. It's not that Minnowkit shied away from the others, he just didn't rush out to greet them as the others did. The only cat that sat with him calmly to talk was a molly by the name of Rosepool, who was a rather reserved soul herself, and was later slated become Minnowkit's mentor.

Adolescent
As an apprentice, Minnowpaw proved himself a good listener and quick learner; catching his first fish far before his littermates. When Rosepool had begun battle training with him however, he had a tough time landing his strikes in the proper places, or he would just miss entirely. Taking a different approach, Rosepool began instructing him to first dodge, then strike at the open opportunity. This style of fighting seemed to suit him much better, and Minnowpaw was quickly on his way above his siblings again. He wasn't the strongest of them - that was Otterpaw - but after a pawful of duo training sessions together, Minnowpaw was able to tip the scales in his brother by using his powerful blows against him; dropping to the ground and tripping him on the follow through. Rosepool was in no hurry to let her apprentice graduate however, and kept refining Minnowpaw's procedures and tactics for a solid moon after his littermates were granted their warrior names. Minnowpaw didn't mind at all, as he found his mentor to be his closest friend.

Adulthood
When he was granted his warrior name, Minnowbrook proudly took up the mantle to protect his clanmates and territory. His vigil was mainly spent in the same way that he had spent his kithood - listening to the sound of the gentle greenleaf rain hitting the waters, and watching his clanmates bustle about the camp. When nighttime fell, Rosepool came to personally congratulate him before she turned in for the night. He still keeps close with her, and tries to keep himself sharp by practising with his littermates most of the time.

It wasn't long before he gained his first scars; earned from slipping into the river, getting swept up into a fast current, and slamming his face against a couple sharp rocks. Shortly after, during one of his scheduled patrols, he was paired with a pretty brown molly by the name of Streamfrost. They had taken towards the river's border, and planned on going down towards the RidgeClan side, but they fell a little short of that - a spontaneous moment occurred; Minnowbrook had found himself snuggling with the gorgeous blind she-cat, explaining to her just what the sunset looked like using more than just sight. They stuck closer together from that point on, though the tom never shirked his duties as a warrior. He has fiercely battled the invading foxes, taken good chunks of their pelts as trophies, fought off a muskie fish, as well as a large rogue.

Currently, Minnowbrook is a father-to-be, expecting kits with his wonderful mate Streamfrost! [more will be written as time goes on!]

               R P I N F O R M A T I O N

Availability: 0/3 rp slots open
Skype: hA, NO
Comments: probably not
Notes: nty
Discord: absolutely!!!
Google Docs: maybe

Response Length:
Less than 100 words: nah
More than 100 words: yeah!!!
More than 1000 words: probably not?

Rp Example
.. I miss the sun.
A small, white winged fusion was looking longingly down the secondary entrance hallway to the Dome. His overall stature looked tired; drained, almost, as he stood there in contemplation. I know it can't be the real one. But.. it will do, won't it? It took him a few minutes to move his soft paws- his little clawtips causing light tappings against the floor. With his wings tucked close to his body, he wormed his way into the Dome's entrance and squinted as additional light flooded his vision. After his sights caught up with him, he gave a few sniffs and headed off to a clear area to just sit down and spread his wings-- at least, what he had thought was an empty space. Asriel was about to set himself up near a patch of brush, but a somewhat familiar fur caught his eye. He instinctively began to raise his wings- to fly away- but he knew he couldn't make it that far on his own. The plainsland didn't exactly have much terrain to offer for him to jump off of. Instead, he stood his ground and lowered his ears as he waited for some sort of reaction from the other. - Asriel , from AuronTestingFacility