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Name: Skunktoes.

Gender: Tom-Cat.

Age: 29 Moons.

Clan: Thunderclan.

Rank: Deputy (prospective).

Breed: Ragdoll x American Shorthair.

Sexuality: Straight.

Current Apprentice: N/A
Past Apprentice(s): Finchfeather (NPC), Blackfang (NPC).

. P E R S O N A L I T Y .

Articulate

Skunktoes, above most things, is extremely well spoken. Even under stress, the tom seems to know exactly what to say and when to say it, and he absolutely despises mincing words, so he avoids it completely. He tends to be vaguely cheeky in his communication but he always seems to speak off of the tip of his tongue, and likewise, it still retains a sense of planned fluidity. In moments of stress he can sometimes be too wordy, but more often than not this is a positive trait of his.
"If I am not mistaken, you mean to tell me that kits have gotten out of camp."

Charismatic

His charm tends to inspire attention and devotion from the cats around him, and not just with the ladies. His ability to articulate smoothly feed strongly into his ability to charm his way through almost any and all predicament. (Of course, some things can only be solved with claws when it comes to other clans, hnf.~) Skunktoes loves to charm other cats, mostly because he admittedly loves the reactions of his clan-mates and even cats outside the clan. However, there's nothing malicious about his charming as he does not use it to manipulate. Instead, he prefers to use it to make others happy and put them in a good mood.
"Fear not, my lovely friend, I will dispatch a patrol immediately to find our little adventurers."

Dignified

Even though he likes to take advantage of his ability to use his charisma, Skunktoes has an air of dignity around him at almost all times. He holds his head high and shows a healthy amount of pride in the things he accomplishes, and on the other side of that same coin, he gives plenty of praise when he sees good deeds being done, but more in a serious fatherly manner, always sure to avoid sounding too 'gushy' so as to come across as more proper than a doting mother.
"Oh, you've found them? Excellent. Well done, you three, go and get yourselves a bit of prey for your celerity."

Paternalist

Skunktoes has a habit of being akin to a father-figure, or at least he tries to be. This has landed in a neutral spot because sometimes it can become less endearing and more intrusive. As a young tom, Skunktoes was excluded because his fellow apprentices found his name to be humorous, so the tom can be overly quick to step in to a younger cat's defense if they're being teased, as he knows the internal struggle of not being comfortable in ones own fur. This is not always helpful, as it can get him scolded for being too quick to intrude on an argument. If told to back off, though, Skunktoes will simply dip his head and remove himself from the situation swiftly.
"You over there! Don't you have anything more important to be doing than scolding a kit for simple playing?"

Farsighted

This can work both in his favor, and against him. Skunktoes has big dreams for the future and as that would suggest, they can sometimes grow to be slightly unreasonable. On top of that, he has a harder time learning from the past, or even worse, he isn't that skilled at planning for the near future. This is a trait that this tom is constantly trying to work on to avoid getting his clanmates into any trouble. If left to his own devices, Skunktoes grandiose dreams will cloud his vision of anything and everything else.
"We should make the Nursery bigge--" "Skunktoes, we have to repair the Apprentice's den fir---" "Oh! Of course, my mistake, ehe-he."

High-Minded

Going hand in hand with his paternalist tendencies, Skuntoes oft sets extremely high goals for himself and all the cats around him, expecting the utmost effort and disdaining any-cat who slacks off and shirks their duties. Along with that his moral standards are not very flexible, and with the Warrior Code as his guide, Skunktoes tends to be quite the stickler for the rules. At the very least, he never asks anything of his clanmates that he would not be willing to adhere to himself.
"The Warrior Code says that a cat does not need to kill to win their battles. Try that again in the future, and there will be punishment."

Abrupt

Skunktoes is not at all shy or reserved with his opinion, and he doesn't wait until the most convenient time either. In fact, he will interrupt others mid-sentence if they give him the chance to get away with it. For example, if he was talking to another warrior from a different clan, if a thought were to pop into his head whilst the other was speaking, Skunktoes will simply state his side of the argument without heed (as some part of his widdle bwain has a superiority issue lmao.) He is more likely to be this way towards an enemy rather than his clanmates or allies.
"Stop quibbling like a fool, fox-heart."

Demanding

Basically, Skunktoes expects the cats around him to adhere to a level of respectable work ethic that will allow things to get down quickly and efficiently. Laziness, in his eyes, is a punishable offense, and he will gladly assign some of the less desirable jobs in camp to any-cat who can't prove that they are putting in one-hundred and twenty percent into their assigned tasks. It would be best to avoid slouching around when Skunktoes in his camp, because he will most definitely find something for you to do.
"Feeling sleepy, are we? Sleep is for the night-time, now get up and find something to occupy yourself! Lazy cats make for a lazy clan."

Haughty
At times, Skunktoes' sense of dignity can morph into an ugly aura of arrogant disdain when faced with a challenger. This isn't to say that he will brag, it's more akin to him giving a superior remark, and taking too many liberties with his behavior. Decorum is a hard thing to uphold at all times, so Skunktoes can lose his temper when he is dealing with a lazy cat, or an argumentative cat from an enemy clan, as if insulted that they did not take his word into account. This is a personality flaw that can occasionally get this tom into trouble, as it can mean he occasionally challenges authority. A majority of the time, he keeps his condescending comments to himself.
"Organize a hunting patrol? Now? Are you joking? There's no way any cat will drag themselves out into the territory at this hour.. hmph!"

. B I O G R A P H Y .

Kit: || "Your name is really Skunk-kit? What a silly name! You know what... now that I think about it, you kind of DO smell!~" Skunk-kit's eyes narrowed in the face of this constant mocking. The other kit acted so shocked, even though this was the third time that he had confirmed his name. What was my mother thinking.. ugh. Turning on his tail, the black and white kitten stomped to the Nursery, his pelt fluffed up to herald his growing annoyance. || Ever since he began to interact more with his clan-mates he noted the undeniable amusement on their maws when he shared his name.. even the older cats, whom he might have expected a tad more decorum from, chuckled at his unlucky name. In response to this subtle ridicule (and not so subtle ridicule from his fellow kittens) Skunk-kit went to his mother and pleaded for her to change his name and save him from the grief, to which she would only ever smile softly and lick the top of his head, and coo; "You have nothing to be afraid of... if any of those cats met a skunk, what do you think they'd do?" Tentatively, Skunk-kit would mewl: "..Run away?" His mother would smile a bit more and purr. "That's right, and you'll grow big and strong, and you'll send all of your enemies running with your teeth and your claws." With his mother's reassurance, Skunk-kit made it to his apprentice's ceremony, although due to his slow growth, he was held back a few moons behind his sister Magpiekit.

Apprentice: || "Skunkpaw, look out! Behind you--" His older sister Magpiepelt yowled from the other side of the clearing. A fox had burst into camp after being startled by a nearby Thunderclan patrol, and was now careening around in continuous circles, in a panic as it was faced with a flurry of furious Warriors who herded it towards the entrance. Stuck between the chaos of the squealing fox and the hissing older cats, Skunkpaw had frozen up. He knew that it wouldn't be difficult for the clan to collectively remove the fox (seeing as it would have only taken a couple of fully grown warriors to chase it off outside of camp if they worked together). However... his trouble came in the form of something else; He was stuck between dragging himself under the thorny barrier of camp, or darting through the paws of a cornered fox and then jamming himself through the legs of his rather fearsome looking clan-mates. Making a spur of the moment decision, he turned and jammed himself under the prickly barrier, feeling it tear at his pelt and his skin, only to feel jaws clamping down on his tail. Skunkpaw was tugged back through the barrier, looking over to see that the fox had turned it's fear into aggression, directed onto Skunkpaw. Everything moved in slow motion, and his pale honey eyes found his father, looking on blankly as the other warriors pelted forward to help him, his mother at the forefront. Repentance for your cowardice-- His fathers eyes seemed to say. || After the Fox tugged him out from under the barrier, it proceeded to would his shoulder, leaving the scar that is present to this very day by tearing into his back fearfully. Skunkpaw had passed out due to his racing heart and the overload of terror that had gripped his senses. When he awoke, his sister told him in a gloomy tone that their mother and the others had succeeded in chasing on the fox, but his mother had-- in her rage-- tackled the fox right over the gorge, and fell to the bottom, reaching a grim demise in the stony water below. What's that saying? Never get between a mom and her offspring? No kidding. Skunkpaw had his suspicions that perhaps his mother was beginning to lose her grip on reality by the time she died anyway, his sister said something about dementia, but he was too distraught to pay attention.

Warrior: || It had only been two moon since his mother's death, and one moon since he was made a Warrior.. Skunktoes, his new name, to pay homage to his mother with the reference to paws. The black and white warrior was hunched over the form of his sister, cold and motionless in death, and stiff as the chill of death permeated her frame and froze her limbs into rigid, almost stone-like extensions to her silky frame. It was so sudden. What had at first seemed like a mild infection had tore silently through his sibling's body, killing her in her sleep only a week or so after she had procured the initial wound from a piece of twoleg trash left in the stream. Twolegs are so careless... Skunktoes thought bitterly as his sister's body was taken away to be buried. || Most of his Warriorship was uneventful; he was given an apprentice whom he trained to the best of the ability and snapped him out of grief. He found relief in teaching, and began to take his apprentice out to train at every opportunity, thank Starclan that Finchpaw was an energetic she-cat, or else he might have found that his grief crept back. With this thankful distraction, he slowly left the tragedy of his sister and brother's death behind, and quietly thanked Starclan when his father got the death he wanted; claws interlocked in the pelt of an enemy, in the heat of battle. Free from grief and judgement, Skunktoes blossomed as a Warrior, and continued to grow until he was (to his surprised) named Deputy. [<-- This can be changed if he isn't picked. ^^]

. R E L A T I O N S H I P S .

   - No opinion / acquaintance.

   - Friend.

   - Close friend.

   - Crush.

   - Love.

   - Mate.

   - Family.

   - Mentor / Apprentice.

   - Dislike.

   - Hate.

   - Dead.

Tallheart [ ] . . . "My father? What can I say, he was a tom of few words, and he had quite the cruel sense of humor that did not befit what his name suggested of his character. I was quite unsure of him when I was younger, as he would always be affectionate towards my mother, and yet, treated myself and my siblings like an inconvenience to his daily routine. Hnf... good riddance." Skunktoes turned his head and spat on the ground beside him before fixing his irritated gaze on the middle distance.

Smallfoot [ ] . . . "My mother... now she was a she-cat worthy of some sort of prize for her patience when it came to her kits and her mate. She always handled my father in a way that no other cat could; calming him down with a few simple words or a nuzzle, and in that same manner, she was never slow to the aid of her kits. I miss her dearly, but I know that her death was quick yet painful, and that finally joining Starclan must have been a great relief. However... I cannot help but question her unsavory taste in names when it came time to give her offspring titles." The burly tom chuckled softly, giving his sleek black and white pelt a quick shake.

Magpiepelt [ ] . . . "Due to our mother's... ehem, fascinating name choices, Magpiepelt received a lot of the grief that I faced from our peers as well, although her namesake, at least, was a creature that could take flight, and not nearly as laughable as my own name. She was a lovely sister, and her death so soon after being made into a Warrior nearly tore the rest of my heart out, since it had been no more than two moons since the passing of my beloved mother." A nostalgic look gleamed in his pale honey eyes.

Likes: Training apprentices, New-Leaf and Green-Leaf (as they're the most abundant seasons for hunting), the smell of the forest and the scents carried on a warm greenleaf breeze, hunting, battle, idle-banter, friendly chit-chats.

Dislikes: Laziness/Idleness, excuses, the cold, being confronted, battles/wars (or at least, he dislikes outright bloodshed and the loss of precious lives), cats who waste time on pointless things, cats who dwell on their past forever without moving on (mostly because they remind him of himself.)

Phobias: Necrophobia, the fear of death. Having seen so much death in such a short span of time, Skunktoes sometimes fears dying, only to travel endlessly with his ancestors until he fades from memory and thus from existence in Starclan.

Strengths: Battle-training, hunting-training, communication, decision making.

Weakness: Sugar-coating things, staying quiet in the face of a challenge, submitting to authority (only when he's riled up.)

If you have any other questions, or you'd like to set up an RP, feel free to comment below or PM me!

. R P . A V A I L A B I L I T Y .

Skype . . . yes . no . ask
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Description

For ! COMPLETED!

Name: Skunktoes.

Gender: Tom-Cat.

Age: 29 Moons.

Clan: Thunderclan.

Rank: Deputy (prospective).

Breed: Ragdoll x American Shorthair.

Sexuality: Straight.

Current Apprentice: N/A
Past Apprentice(s): Finchfeather (NPC), Blackfang (NPC).

. P E R S O N A L I T Y .

Articulate

Skunktoes, above most things, is extremely well spoken. Even under stress, the tom seems to know exactly what to say and when to say it, and he absolutely despises mincing words, so he avoids it completely. He tends to be vaguely cheeky in his communication but he always seems to speak off of the tip of his tongue, and likewise, it still retains a sense of planned fluidity. In moments of stress he can sometimes be too wordy, but more often than not this is a positive trait of his.
"If I am not mistaken, you mean to tell me that kits have gotten out of camp."

Charismatic

His charm tends to inspire attention and devotion from the cats around him, and not just with the ladies. His ability to articulate smoothly feed strongly into his ability to charm his way through almost any and all predicament. (Of course, some things can only be solved with claws when it comes to other clans, hnf.~) Skunktoes loves to charm other cats, mostly because he admittedly loves the reactions of his clan-mates and even cats outside the clan. However, there's nothing malicious about his charming as he does not use it to manipulate. Instead, he prefers to use it to make others happy and put them in a good mood.
"Fear not, my lovely friend, I will dispatch a patrol immediately to find our little adventurers."

Dignified

Even though he likes to take advantage of his ability to use his charisma, Skunktoes has an air of dignity around him at almost all times. He holds his head high and shows a healthy amount of pride in the things he accomplishes, and on the other side of that same coin, he gives plenty of praise when he sees good deeds being done, but more in a serious fatherly manner, always sure to avoid sounding too 'gushy' so as to come across as more proper than a doting mother.
"Oh, you've found them? Excellent. Well done, you three, go and get yourselves a bit of prey for your celerity."

Paternalist

Skunktoes has a habit of being akin to a father-figure, or at least he tries to be. This has landed in a neutral spot because sometimes it can become less endearing and more intrusive. As a young tom, Skunktoes was excluded because his fellow apprentices found his name to be humorous, so the tom can be overly quick to step in to a younger cat's defense if they're being teased, as he knows the internal struggle of not being comfortable in ones own fur. This is not always helpful, as it can get him scolded for being too quick to intrude on an argument. If told to back off, though, Skunktoes will simply dip his head and remove himself from the situation swiftly.
"You over there! Don't you have anything more important to be doing than scolding a kit for simple playing?"

Farsighted

This can work both in his favor, and against him. Skunktoes has big dreams for the future and as that would suggest, they can sometimes grow to be slightly unreasonable. On top of that, he has a harder time learning from the past, or even worse, he isn't that skilled at planning for the near future. This is a trait that this tom is constantly trying to work on to avoid getting his clanmates into any trouble. If left to his own devices, Skunktoes grandiose dreams will cloud his vision of anything and everything else.
"We should make the Nursery bigge--" "Skunktoes, we have to repair the Apprentice's den fir---" "Oh! Of course, my mistake, ehe-he."

High-Minded

Going hand in hand with his paternalist tendencies, Skuntoes oft sets extremely high goals for himself and all the cats around him, expecting the utmost effort and disdaining any-cat who slacks off and shirks their duties. Along with that his moral standards are not very flexible, and with the Warrior Code as his guide, Skunktoes tends to be quite the stickler for the rules. At the very least, he never asks anything of his clanmates that he would not be willing to adhere to himself.
"The Warrior Code says that a cat does not need to kill to win their battles. Try that again in the future, and there will be punishment."

Abrupt

Skunktoes is not at all shy or reserved with his opinion, and he doesn't wait until the most convenient time either. In fact, he will interrupt others mid-sentence if they give him the chance to get away with it. For example, if he was talking to another warrior from a different clan, if a thought were to pop into his head whilst the other was speaking, Skunktoes will simply state his side of the argument without heed (as some part of his widdle bwain has a superiority issue lmao.) He is more likely to be this way towards an enemy rather than his clanmates or allies.
"Stop quibbling like a fool, fox-heart."

Demanding

Basically, Skunktoes expects the cats around him to adhere to a level of respectable work ethic that will allow things to get down quickly and efficiently. Laziness, in his eyes, is a punishable offense, and he will gladly assign some of the less desirable jobs in camp to any-cat who can't prove that they are putting in one-hundred and twenty percent into their assigned tasks. It would be best to avoid slouching around when Skunktoes in his camp, because he will most definitely find something for you to do.
"Feeling sleepy, are we? Sleep is for the night-time, now get up and find something to occupy yourself! Lazy cats make for a lazy clan."

Haughty
At times, Skunktoes' sense of dignity can morph into an ugly aura of arrogant disdain when faced with a challenger. This isn't to say that he will brag, it's more akin to him giving a superior remark, and taking too many liberties with his behavior. Decorum is a hard thing to uphold at all times, so Skunktoes can lose his temper when he is dealing with a lazy cat, or an argumentative cat from an enemy clan, as if insulted that they did not take his word into account. This is a personality flaw that can occasionally get this tom into trouble, as it can mean he occasionally challenges authority. A majority of the time, he keeps his condescending comments to himself.
"Organize a hunting patrol? Now? Are you joking? There's no way any cat will drag themselves out into the territory at this hour.. hmph!"

. B I O G R A P H Y .

Kit: || "Your name is really Skunk-kit? What a silly name! You know what... now that I think about it, you kind of DO smell!~" Skunk-kit's eyes narrowed in the face of this constant mocking. The other kit acted so shocked, even though this was the third time that he had confirmed his name. What was my mother thinking.. ugh. Turning on his tail, the black and white kitten stomped to the Nursery, his pelt fluffed up to herald his growing annoyance. || Ever since he began to interact more with his clan-mates he noted the undeniable amusement on their maws when he shared his name.. even the older cats, whom he might have expected a tad more decorum from, chuckled at his unlucky name. In response to this subtle ridicule (and not so subtle ridicule from his fellow kittens) Skunk-kit went to his mother and pleaded for her to change his name and save him from the grief, to which she would only ever smile softly and lick the top of his head, and coo; "You have nothing to be afraid of... if any of those cats met a skunk, what do you think they'd do?" Tentatively, Skunk-kit would mewl: "..Run away?" His mother would smile a bit more and purr. "That's right, and you'll grow big and strong, and you'll send all of your enemies running with your teeth and your claws." With his mother's reassurance, Skunk-kit made it to his apprentice's ceremony, although due to his slow growth, he was held back a few moons behind his sister Magpiekit.

Apprentice: || "Skunkpaw, look out! Behind you--" His older sister Magpiepelt yowled from the other side of the clearing. A fox had burst into camp after being startled by a nearby Thunderclan patrol, and was now careening around in continuous circles, in a panic as it was faced with a flurry of furious Warriors who herded it towards the entrance. Stuck between the chaos of the squealing fox and the hissing older cats, Skunkpaw had frozen up. He knew that it wouldn't be difficult for the clan to collectively remove the fox (seeing as it would have only taken a couple of fully grown warriors to chase it off outside of camp if they worked together). However... his trouble came in the form of something else; He was stuck between dragging himself under the thorny barrier of camp, or darting through the paws of a cornered fox and then jamming himself through the legs of his rather fearsome looking clan-mates. Making a spur of the moment decision, he turned and jammed himself under the prickly barrier, feeling it tear at his pelt and his skin, only to feel jaws clamping down on his tail. Skunkpaw was tugged back through the barrier, looking over to see that the fox had turned it's fear into aggression, directed onto Skunkpaw. Everything moved in slow motion, and his pale honey eyes found his father, looking on blankly as the other warriors pelted forward to help him, his mother at the forefront. Repentance for your cowardice-- His fathers eyes seemed to say. || After the Fox tugged him out from under the barrier, it proceeded to would his shoulder, leaving the scar that is present to this very day by tearing into his back fearfully. Skunkpaw had passed out due to his racing heart and the overload of terror that had gripped his senses. When he awoke, his sister told him in a gloomy tone that their mother and the others had succeeded in chasing on the fox, but his mother had-- in her rage-- tackled the fox right over the gorge, and fell to the bottom, reaching a grim demise in the stony water below. What's that saying? Never get between a mom and her offspring? No kidding. Skunkpaw had his suspicions that perhaps his mother was beginning to lose her grip on reality by the time she died anyway, his sister said something about dementia, but he was too distraught to pay attention.

Warrior: || It had only been two moon since his mother's death, and one moon since he was made a Warrior.. Skunktoes, his new name, to pay homage to his mother with the reference to paws. The black and white warrior was hunched over the form of his sister, cold and motionless in death, and stiff as the chill of death permeated her frame and froze her limbs into rigid, almost stone-like extensions to her silky frame. It was so sudden. What had at first seemed like a mild infection had tore silently through his sibling's body, killing her in her sleep only a week or so after she had procured the initial wound from a piece of twoleg trash left in the stream. Twolegs are so careless... Skunktoes thought bitterly as his sister's body was taken away to be buried. || Most of his Warriorship was uneventful; he was given an apprentice whom he trained to the best of the ability and snapped him out of grief. He found relief in teaching, and began to take his apprentice out to train at every opportunity, thank Starclan that Finchpaw was an energetic she-cat, or else he might have found that his grief crept back. With this thankful distraction, he slowly left the tragedy of his sister and brother's death behind, and quietly thanked Starclan when his father got the death he wanted; claws interlocked in the pelt of an enemy, in the heat of battle. Free from grief and judgement, Skunktoes blossomed as a Warrior, and continued to grow until he was (to his surprised) named Deputy. [<-- This can be changed if he isn't picked. ^^]

. R E L A T I O N S H I P S .

   - No opinion / acquaintance.

   - Friend.

   - Close friend.

   - Crush.

   - Love.

   - Mate.

   - Family.

   - Mentor / Apprentice.

   - Dislike.

   - Hate.

   - Dead.

Tallheart [ ] . . . "My father? What can I say, he was a tom of few words, and he had quite the cruel sense of humor that did not befit what his name suggested of his character. I was quite unsure of him when I was younger, as he would always be affectionate towards my mother, and yet, treated myself and my siblings like an inconvenience to his daily routine. Hnf... good riddance." Skunktoes turned his head and spat on the ground beside him before fixing his irritated gaze on the middle distance.

Smallfoot [ ] . . . "My mother... now she was a she-cat worthy of some sort of prize for her patience when it came to her kits and her mate. She always handled my father in a way that no other cat could; calming him down with a few simple words or a nuzzle, and in that same manner, she was never slow to the aid of her kits. I miss her dearly, but I know that her death was quick yet painful, and that finally joining Starclan must have been a great relief. However... I cannot help but question her unsavory taste in names when it came time to give her offspring titles." The burly tom chuckled softly, giving his sleek black and white pelt a quick shake.

Magpiepelt [ ] . . . "Due to our mother's... ehem, fascinating name choices, Magpiepelt received a lot of the grief that I faced from our peers as well, although her namesake, at least, was a creature that could take flight, and not nearly as laughable as my own name. She was a lovely sister, and her death so soon after being made into a Warrior nearly tore the rest of my heart out, since it had been no more than two moons since the passing of my beloved mother." A nostalgic look gleamed in his pale honey eyes.

Likes: Training apprentices, New-Leaf and Green-Leaf (as they're the most abundant seasons for hunting), the smell of the forest and the scents carried on a warm greenleaf breeze, hunting, battle, idle-banter, friendly chit-chats.

Dislikes: Laziness/Idleness, excuses, the cold, being confronted, battles/wars (or at least, he dislikes outright bloodshed and the loss of precious lives), cats who waste time on pointless things, cats who dwell on their past forever without moving on (mostly because they remind him of himself.)

Phobias: Necrophobia, the fear of death. Having seen so much death in such a short span of time, Skunktoes sometimes fears dying, only to travel endlessly with his ancestors until he fades from memory and thus from existence in Starclan.

Strengths: Battle-training, hunting-training, communication, decision making.

Weakness: Sugar-coating things, staying quiet in the face of a challenge, submitting to authority (only when he's riled up.)

If you have any other questions, or you'd like to set up an RP, feel free to comment below or PM me!

. R P . A V A I L A B I L I T Y .

Skype . . . yes . no . ask
Notes . . . yes . no . ask
Comments . . . yes . no . ask
Other . . . yes . no . ask