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Information:
Name: Weedkit > Weedpaw > Weedsting
Name Meaning: Weed; Due to the abundance of weeds growing just outside of camp | Sting; Notion to the fact that he is quick with his sharp claw's
Gender: Male
Age: 36 moons / 3 years / 29 human years
Clan: RockClan
Rank: Warrior

Mentor: Sootfang
Apprentice/s: None Yet

Basic Personality:
[Arrogant][Loyal][Jealous]

[Arrogant-] Weedsting tends to boast about his skills quite a bit to those he doesn't really know that well or just simple friends. Sometimes, even with best friends, he might stretch to make the odd self-fulfilling boast about himself now and then, especially if he has made a mistake and wants to cast it aside.
Sometimes however he may make jokes about his arrogance, especially to Morningdew. To others though, it can seem like he is being serious.

[Loyal-] Weedsting is extremely loyal, he'll never betray his clan or those he cares about no matter the stakes. He verges more towards his family, mind you, but other then that, he is completely devoted to his clan and friends. He'll fight to the death without thinking if it meant protecting his Clan or friends, he's a warrior you can count on.

[Jealous] Weedsting can become jealous very easily, often times then most, when a friend is spending more time with someone else. He sometimes takes this jealousy so far as to ignore them completely and if push comes to shove, he'll even verbally insult them.

Mother: Rainfall
Father: Beestripe
Brother/s: None
Sister/s: None
Mate: Morningdew
Kit/s: Maplekit (F), Coalkit (M), Desertkit (F), Fawnkit (F)

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Relationships:

Hate
Dislike
Unsure of
Acquaintance
Friend
Best Friend
Crush
Love
Mate
Family
Deceased

Morningdew | Mate |
I like to think of Morningdew as my friend. She's kind and fun to be with and if I might add she's easy on the eyes. We haven't spent a lot of time together before, but recently I have noticed a friendship brewing.
She's definitely my best friend! At least... I like to think of her that way. I hope she feels the same. I just... I feel so happy and free when I'm around her.
I think... I think I've fallen for her. She's just so beautiful and kind and funny... She's everything a cat like me could ever dream of.
I... I can't believe it! I asked her if she thought of us as friends and... She said she wanted to be more than friends. Gah!! I'm so happy right now.
That's it! We're officially mates. I want to spend the rest of eternity with Morningdew and not a day less. I think we'll be happy, I just know we will.
Me and Morningdew have started a family together. Now we have four beautiful kittens to watch grow.

Nightfur | Clan-mate |
Ugh! I hate him! He's stealing Morningdew away from me... She promised me we could go hunting today and what does she do? Abandon our planned hunting trip to go talk with misty moody guts over there. Hmmf... He just wants attention... How can Morningdew not see that?
Yes, yes okay... I suppose I've gotten over that little dislike stage. He just needed some support I guess and I way overreacted.
Okay I have no idea what's going on in his head but I'm not liking it. He found out me and Morningdew are mates and just... Lost it. But not in your typical angry way, I mean he somehow went from sad understandable tom to emotionless freak.
Either way I don't think I can trust him...

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Backstory:

Kit
I was the only son of my mother and father, Beestripe and Rainfalls, first and only litter. I still remember the first time my eyes opened to the world. Everything was so bright that at first it was painful, but the world was so beautiful that I remember enduring the pain just to gaze upon it. It wasn't long after that, that I finally found my paws. Before long I was bounding around the camp, my energy uncontrollable.
That's what others always saw me as; uncontrollable. But the truth is, I just didn't want to waist a second waiting when I could be doing everything and anything. At least, that's how I like to think of it.

Apprentice
Six moons had passed by, it felt like no time had passed at all and suddenly there I was, standing amongst the clan, my leader standing proudly in front of me and my mentor beside them. My heart was overwhelmed by my new found reason. I was going to become a warrior, I would train my hardest as an apprentice and maybe one day my name might go down in history. I wanted to be remembered and I wasn't afraid to admit it. Albeit my ego began to grow too large for my own small body. I began to grow cocky, believing I was the strongest apprentice their was. Well I assure you I was soon put in my place when a patrol I was with bumped into some nasty BoulderClan warriors with one of their apprentices; Smokepaw. They were raring for a fight and that was obvious.
My mentor Sootfang warned them to leave our territory at once, otherwise a battle was afoot. They didn't leave, of course they didn't, this was BoulderClan they didn't do anything another clan told them too, no matter the situation.
Suddenly, out of the blue spits and hisses sounded in the air along with screeches of anger and pain as a flurry of fur fluttered to the ground after the blood flecks. Without even thinking I found myself hauled into the turf fight by the BoulderClan apprentice Smokepaw. He was strong, very, very strong and for a time, as his claws wrenched across my face and neck, I was sure I was going to lose my life or at least an eye.
Smokepaw was arrogant and vicious, I could tell by his malicious laughter and the aura that wafted from his pelt. Apparently this apprentice hadn't been taught the warrior code in full, because he wasn't holding back in the least, it was as if he was trying to kill me.
I remember my back legs kicking and scratching at his stomach, and my forepaws swatting in the air as I tried to get the upper hand, but my efforts were going a waste.
Finally unable to take his flailing claws at my throat and I felt a surge of complete power roll over my body and then I pushed the apprentice to the side before pinning him down with a vengeful howl. I glared into his eyes as if I was silently telling him it was my turn to claw his face off. My cheeks and neck were dribbling blood, I could tell by the small dots of crimson that would splatter onto his pelt, but I didn't feel the pain, suddenly my complete rage had voided the sensation of my wounds. I began to slash, bite and tear at the apprentice, not even giving him a chance to attack me back. He was trying to tell me to let him go, he wanted to retreat but for some reason I couldn't let him retreat, I just didn't want to let him out of my furious grasp.
Finally I hauled my left forepaw into the air and swung it down at full force across the left side of his face. I heard an ear splitting cry of pain as blood spluttered against my sandy cheeks. Then a sharp pain spiked along my flank as a huge familiar scent dragged me from the apprentice. My Mentor was dragging me away, but why? What did I do that he didn't?
Then I gasped out in shock, but not horror, as the apprentice Smokepaw got to his paws, his left eye a fountain of blood. My ears fell back flat against the sides of my head as the apprentice shot a death-glance at me.
The first fight I had ever been in and I blinded a cat my own age, not because I had to but because I couldn't control that strong urge to cause pain to another. I believed everything my clan mates had said, I was uncontrollable. I never wanted to hurt someone to such an extent. I just wanted show how strong I was.
Luckily for me, the apprentices mentor and group of BoulderClan warriors were now retreating with their own wounds in the darkness of the rubble rock jungle of their own territory. But before the apprentice left he turned to me with a shallow voice. “One day you'll pay for this.”
Those words ring out in my head each time we patrol the BoulderClan border, I had blinded him and horrifically scarred him and I knew deep down that a BoulderClan cat didn't let other Clan cat's get of easy for such a dead, so I knew that one day that apprentice would come and take his fair share of revenge on me. I was just waiting for that faithful day to dawn.

Warrior
Moons after that chilling afternoon, I found myself once again in front of the Clan, with my leader in front of me. I was finally receiving my warrior name and maybe I could work towards that eternity lasting fame I wanted all along since the day I first became an apprentice. But for some reason a new destiny wish came to mind. I didn't want to force fame on myself, it had to be earned, so I put that wish behind me and adopted a new fate that I wished to fulfil. I wanted to be the proud mentor of my own apprentice. I wanted to teach them control and value of another and how to fight fairly and no when to stop. I wanted to stand proud within the crowd of RockClan cats as they cheered my apprentice on as they received their warrior name.
Soon after I became a warrior, a devastating storm struck the clan and it was followed by a horrid leaf-bare. My father Rainfall and mother Beestripe had both succumb to green-cough. They had grown old and had joined the elders den just before my warrior ceremony. My mother survived the green-cough, but sadly my father Beestripe did not. However that was not the end of my troubles as my mother, only a few moon later passed away due to grief of my fathers passing. They were both gone.
Now we are at present day and my life is pretty normal, I still strive for my leader to gift me with my own apprentice, but I will stay patient and wait my turn. But until then I will constantly seek to impress the clan in order to gain that apprentice. Yet just maybe that dream of fame never truly left me and deep down I am still wishing to go down in history.
A cat can dream can't they?
I became friends with this beautiful she-cat named Morningdew, it started of as a mindless hunting trip and as time passed we grew closer and closer. Eventually she admitted her feelings as did I and not long after that, the two of us became mates.
A couple of moons after becoming mates with Morningdew, I found out she was pregnant and I was going to become a father. I couldn't contain my excitement, every day that passed seemed to take forever, I couldn't keep myself patient enough. However the day that Morningdew delivered our kits was a complicated one. Out of boredum, while I was away on a hunting trip, Morningdew had left the safety of the camp and mistakenly walked into enemy territory; BoulderClan. Smokecloud sent Starlingflight to fetch me and escorted me back to her camp where Smokecloud was caring for Morningdew. Things from then on became a bit complicated. Smokecloud ran off for some reason leaving only Starlingflight to help my mate give birth. However luckily for us, she did a fantastic job. Later Smokecloud returned and taught Starlingflight how to examine new born kits, using our kits, which did make me a bit anxious to be honest. We had two females and one male. Coalkit, Maplekit who me and Morningdew named, and Desertkit who we let Starlingflight name and lastly, our unexpected and late fourth kit Fawnkit was born who Smokecloud named, despite running off half way through birthing. The two later escorted me, Morningdew and our kits back to RockClan safely.

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Roleplay example:

Weedsting's dark brown eyes drowsily opened as the blaring sun lit up the concrete room in which the warriors den resided. The sandy-ginger tom outstretched his long legs, his claws extending and his toes spreading out as he stretched, a content purr escaped his lips as he did so. The warrior soon rolled onto his back and stared up at the vine covered ceiling of the warrior's den. He smiled contently to himself before letting out a long wake-up yawn as he rolled onto his paws and stood. “I hope I haven't missed the hunting party.” He murmured worriedly to himself. Weedsting hated to miss the morning hunting patrol, he enjoyed a good bit of exercise once waking up from a long well rested sleep.
The warrior padded around the moss beds that were dotted around the warrior's den and soon broke from the room, shaking his pelt ever so slightly as he stood in the old moss and grass covered hallway, which at the very end had crumbled away to reveal a large tree that's branches splayed through the broken wall. Glancing around he noticed he had indeed missed the hunting patrol as the camp was slightly down a few cats. “Foxdung!” He cursed and sighed, deciding to retreat to his usual resting place, the tree.
Weedsting hunched over slightly, his tail flat out behind him as he readied himself to leap into the tree which intruded into the camp through the huge whole in the wall. He leaped towards the thickest branch, his claws scraping against the rough bark as he clung onto the branch and gained his balance. Weedsting finally gained his balance and looked down at the camp around him before smiling slightly to himself as relaxed, the summers sun warming his sandy-ginger pelt making his fur shine in the light. “This is the life.” He purred contently to himself as his eyes slowly closed so he could really enjoy the comfort of the quiet spot and the sun on his fur. The warrior's tail hung down from the branch and swished slowly from side to side, curling at the very end, but it began to slow to a complete stop as the tom soon found himself once again in a deep sleep.

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Art/Character/COTLC > *WavesOfWealth

Description
Information:
Name: Weedkit > Weedpaw > Weedsting
Name Meaning: Weed; Due to the abundance of weeds growing just outside of camp | Sting; Notion to the fact that he is quick with his sharp claw's
Gender: Male
Age: 36 moons / 3 years / 29 human years
Clan: RockClan
Rank: Warrior

Mentor: Sootfang
Apprentice/s: None Yet

Basic Personality:
[Arrogant][Loyal][Jealous]

[Arrogant-] Weedsting tends to boast about his skills quite a bit to those he doesn't really know that well or just simple friends. Sometimes, even with best friends, he might stretch to make the odd self-fulfilling boast about himself now and then, especially if he has made a mistake and wants to cast it aside.
Sometimes however he may make jokes about his arrogance, especially to Morningdew. To others though, it can seem like he is being serious.

[Loyal-] Weedsting is extremely loyal, he'll never betray his clan or those he cares about no matter the stakes. He verges more towards his family, mind you, but other then that, he is completely devoted to his clan and friends. He'll fight to the death without thinking if it meant protecting his Clan or friends, he's a warrior you can count on.

[Jealous] Weedsting can become jealous very easily, often times then most, when a friend is spending more time with someone else. He sometimes takes this jealousy so far as to ignore them completely and if push comes to shove, he'll even verbally insult them.

Mother: Rainfall
Father: Beestripe
Brother/s: None
Sister/s: None
Mate: Morningdew
Kit/s: Maplekit (F), Coalkit (M), Desertkit (F), Fawnkit (F)

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Relationships:

Hate
Dislike
Unsure of
Acquaintance
Friend
Best Friend
Crush
Love
Mate
Family
Deceased

Morningdew | Mate |
I like to think of Morningdew as my friend. She's kind and fun to be with and if I might add she's easy on the eyes. We haven't spent a lot of time together before, but recently I have noticed a friendship brewing.
She's definitely my best friend! At least... I like to think of her that way. I hope she feels the same. I just... I feel so happy and free when I'm around her.
I think... I think I've fallen for her. She's just so beautiful and kind and funny... She's everything a cat like me could ever dream of.
I... I can't believe it! I asked her if she thought of us as friends and... She said she wanted to be more than friends. Gah!! I'm so happy right now.
That's it! We're officially mates. I want to spend the rest of eternity with Morningdew and not a day less. I think we'll be happy, I just know we will.
Me and Morningdew have started a family together. Now we have four beautiful kittens to watch grow.

Nightfur | Clan-mate |
Ugh! I hate him! He's stealing Morningdew away from me... She promised me we could go hunting today and what does she do? Abandon our planned hunting trip to go talk with misty moody guts over there. Hmmf... He just wants attention... How can Morningdew not see that?
Yes, yes okay... I suppose I've gotten over that little dislike stage. He just needed some support I guess and I way overreacted.
Okay I have no idea what's going on in his head but I'm not liking it. He found out me and Morningdew are mates and just... Lost it. But not in your typical angry way, I mean he somehow went from sad understandable tom to emotionless freak.
Either way I don't think I can trust him...

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Backstory:

Kit
I was the only son of my mother and father, Beestripe and Rainfalls, first and only litter. I still remember the first time my eyes opened to the world. Everything was so bright that at first it was painful, but the world was so beautiful that I remember enduring the pain just to gaze upon it. It wasn't long after that, that I finally found my paws. Before long I was bounding around the camp, my energy uncontrollable.
That's what others always saw me as; uncontrollable. But the truth is, I just didn't want to waist a second waiting when I could be doing everything and anything. At least, that's how I like to think of it.

Apprentice
Six moons had passed by, it felt like no time had passed at all and suddenly there I was, standing amongst the clan, my leader standing proudly in front of me and my mentor beside them. My heart was overwhelmed by my new found reason. I was going to become a warrior, I would train my hardest as an apprentice and maybe one day my name might go down in history. I wanted to be remembered and I wasn't afraid to admit it. Albeit my ego began to grow too large for my own small body. I began to grow cocky, believing I was the strongest apprentice their was. Well I assure you I was soon put in my place when a patrol I was with bumped into some nasty BoulderClan warriors with one of their apprentices; Smokepaw. They were raring for a fight and that was obvious.
My mentor Sootfang warned them to leave our territory at once, otherwise a battle was afoot. They didn't leave, of course they didn't, this was BoulderClan they didn't do anything another clan told them too, no matter the situation.
Suddenly, out of the blue spits and hisses sounded in the air along with screeches of anger and pain as a flurry of fur fluttered to the ground after the blood flecks. Without even thinking I found myself hauled into the turf fight by the BoulderClan apprentice Smokepaw. He was strong, very, very strong and for a time, as his claws wrenched across my face and neck, I was sure I was going to lose my life or at least an eye.
Smokepaw was arrogant and vicious, I could tell by his malicious laughter and the aura that wafted from his pelt. Apparently this apprentice hadn't been taught the warrior code in full, because he wasn't holding back in the least, it was as if he was trying to kill me.
I remember my back legs kicking and scratching at his stomach, and my forepaws swatting in the air as I tried to get the upper hand, but my efforts were going a waste.
Finally unable to take his flailing claws at my throat and I felt a surge of complete power roll over my body and then I pushed the apprentice to the side before pinning him down with a vengeful howl. I glared into his eyes as if I was silently telling him it was my turn to claw his face off. My cheeks and neck were dribbling blood, I could tell by the small dots of crimson that would splatter onto his pelt, but I didn't feel the pain, suddenly my complete rage had voided the sensation of my wounds. I began to slash, bite and tear at the apprentice, not even giving him a chance to attack me back. He was trying to tell me to let him go, he wanted to retreat but for some reason I couldn't let him retreat, I just didn't want to let him out of my furious grasp.
Finally I hauled my left forepaw into the air and swung it down at full force across the left side of his face. I heard an ear splitting cry of pain as blood spluttered against my sandy cheeks. Then a sharp pain spiked along my flank as a huge familiar scent dragged me from the apprentice. My Mentor was dragging me away, but why? What did I do that he didn't?
Then I gasped out in shock, but not horror, as the apprentice Smokepaw got to his paws, his left eye a fountain of blood. My ears fell back flat against the sides of my head as the apprentice shot a death-glance at me.
The first fight I had ever been in and I blinded a cat my own age, not because I had to but because I couldn't control that strong urge to cause pain to another. I believed everything my clan mates had said, I was uncontrollable. I never wanted to hurt someone to such an extent. I just wanted show how strong I was.
Luckily for me, the apprentices mentor and group of BoulderClan warriors were now retreating with their own wounds in the darkness of the rubble rock jungle of their own territory. But before the apprentice left he turned to me with a shallow voice. “One day you'll pay for this.”
Those words ring out in my head each time we patrol the BoulderClan border, I had blinded him and horrifically scarred him and I knew deep down that a BoulderClan cat didn't let other Clan cat's get of easy for such a dead, so I knew that one day that apprentice would come and take his fair share of revenge on me. I was just waiting for that faithful day to dawn.

Warrior
Moons after that chilling afternoon, I found myself once again in front of the Clan, with my leader in front of me. I was finally receiving my warrior name and maybe I could work towards that eternity lasting fame I wanted all along since the day I first became an apprentice. But for some reason a new destiny wish came to mind. I didn't want to force fame on myself, it had to be earned, so I put that wish behind me and adopted a new fate that I wished to fulfil. I wanted to be the proud mentor of my own apprentice. I wanted to teach them control and value of another and how to fight fairly and no when to stop. I wanted to stand proud within the crowd of RockClan cats as they cheered my apprentice on as they received their warrior name.
Soon after I became a warrior, a devastating storm struck the clan and it was followed by a horrid leaf-bare. My father Rainfall and mother Beestripe had both succumb to green-cough. They had grown old and had joined the elders den just before my warrior ceremony. My mother survived the green-cough, but sadly my father Beestripe did not. However that was not the end of my troubles as my mother, only a few moon later passed away due to grief of my fathers passing. They were both gone.
Now we are at present day and my life is pretty normal, I still strive for my leader to gift me with my own apprentice, but I will stay patient and wait my turn. But until then I will constantly seek to impress the clan in order to gain that apprentice. Yet just maybe that dream of fame never truly left me and deep down I am still wishing to go down in history.
A cat can dream can't they?
I became friends with this beautiful she-cat named Morningdew, it started of as a mindless hunting trip and as time passed we grew closer and closer. Eventually she admitted her feelings as did I and not long after that, the two of us became mates.
A couple of moons after becoming mates with Morningdew, I found out she was pregnant and I was going to become a father. I couldn't contain my excitement, every day that passed seemed to take forever, I couldn't keep myself patient enough. However the day that Morningdew delivered our kits was a complicated one. Out of boredum, while I was away on a hunting trip, Morningdew had left the safety of the camp and mistakenly walked into enemy territory; BoulderClan. Smokecloud sent Starlingflight to fetch me and escorted me back to her camp where Smokecloud was caring for Morningdew. Things from then on became a bit complicated. Smokecloud ran off for some reason leaving only Starlingflight to help my mate give birth. However luckily for us, she did a fantastic job. Later Smokecloud returned and taught Starlingflight how to examine new born kits, using our kits, which did make me a bit anxious to be honest. We had two females and one male. Coalkit, Maplekit who me and Morningdew named, and Desertkit who we let Starlingflight name and lastly, our unexpected and late fourth kit Fawnkit was born who Smokecloud named, despite running off half way through birthing. The two later escorted me, Morningdew and our kits back to RockClan safely.

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Roleplay example:

Weedsting's dark brown eyes drowsily opened as the blaring sun lit up the concrete room in which the warriors den resided. The sandy-ginger tom outstretched his long legs, his claws extending and his toes spreading out as he stretched, a content purr escaped his lips as he did so. The warrior soon rolled onto his back and stared up at the vine covered ceiling of the warrior's den. He smiled contently to himself before letting out a long wake-up yawn as he rolled onto his paws and stood. “I hope I haven't missed the hunting party.” He murmured worriedly to himself. Weedsting hated to miss the morning hunting patrol, he enjoyed a good bit of exercise once waking up from a long well rested sleep.
The warrior padded around the moss beds that were dotted around the warrior's den and soon broke from the room, shaking his pelt ever so slightly as he stood in the old moss and grass covered hallway, which at the very end had crumbled away to reveal a large tree that's branches splayed through the broken wall. Glancing around he noticed he had indeed missed the hunting patrol as the camp was slightly down a few cats. “Foxdung!” He cursed and sighed, deciding to retreat to his usual resting place, the tree.
Weedsting hunched over slightly, his tail flat out behind him as he readied himself to leap into the tree which intruded into the camp through the huge whole in the wall. He leaped towards the thickest branch, his claws scraping against the rough bark as he clung onto the branch and gained his balance. Weedsting finally gained his balance and looked down at the camp around him before smiling slightly to himself as relaxed, the summers sun warming his sandy-ginger pelt making his fur shine in the light. “This is the life.” He purred contently to himself as his eyes slowly closed so he could really enjoy the comfort of the quiet spot and the sun on his fur. The warrior's tail hung down from the branch and swished slowly from side to side, curling at the very end, but it began to slow to a complete stop as the tom soon found himself once again in a deep sleep.

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Art/Character/COTLC > *WavesOfWealth